Hanging Around                  by: A Happy Wife

 

He watched his reflection in the mirror has he slowly turned. There wasn’t much else to do but watch and wait, wait for her return. How long had it been? He had no idea but thought it was probably less than he imagined. He had long ago given up trying to stop the turning it was a result of his trying to ease the strain on his arms as he hung from the hook in the basement ceiling. He was hanging so that the toes of the white high heeled sandals he was wearing just barley touched the seat of the stool under his feet. He had to shift from one foot to the other to take the pressure off his arms. But the extension of his leg to do that was also painful, so he had to keep up this little dance and the slow turning that allowed him to see himself in the mirror. The dancing feet no longer looked at all like men’s feet. The bright red toe nails under the sandal foot panty hose and the strappy white shoes screamed girl at him as he turned. The dress looked summery and cool, lavender and white with a full skirt and a low cut neckline. The hem was just below the knees and moved gracefully as he hung. The cap sleeves had fallen back on his upraised arms his shaved arm pits visible in his rotation. Under the dress he wore a white corset. A beautiful garment that caused him great agony and only allowed short little breaths. The beauty of the corset hid the pain it caused. The built in bra cups supported his C sized breasts. The face was no longer his, the electrolysis and the hormones had changed him from a handsome man to a lovely girl.

He felt a stirring in his crotch, something he seldom felt anymore. The hormones and the device he wore kept him flaccid and unable to erect. The impotence was something she enjoyed exploiting. She liked to free him from the device and manipulate his member with her hands or mouth. He could still orgasm and she would time her manipulations until he was on the brink then she would lock him back up with a withering look at him. The device, as she called it was humiliation in and of it’s self. It was just a semi stiff plastic tube that was cut down the length to allow it to expand and retract. The penis wore a condom then was placed in the tube the tube held the penis tightly but allowed the head to protrude. This was then placed in a sheath that was not unlike a small corset a stiff ruffle was at each end the ruffle next to his pubic bone flared out like a little skirt and the one at the head was like a lace collar. The sheath was laced with a ribbon and tied with a cute bow. The whole thing was drawn back between his legs and tied. She had managed to make a penis feminine. Today the penis was clad in lavender panties. She delighted in selecting the panties he would wear each day. She always made a fuss over how girly and soft he had become. Wearing only panties, his corset and of course the device he would assist her in her dressing. She favored skirted suits and closed toe pumps. She carried a neutral colored Coach handbag, wore small stud earrings and used minimal makeup. He on the other hand usually wore the most feminine of dresses and shoes his hair in ringlets make up full and feminine he always carried a bag that matched his shoe color and his pierced ears were adorned with dangling ear rings. She called him her pretty one then with one finger she would point at her feet; vagina or anus and he would kneel and get to work. When they first met, when he still could get hard he had refused to use his tongue on her, saying that he had what she needed between his legs. Well she had seen to it that that was no longer the case. She had made it clear that it would be his tongue that brought her pleasure and not his soft girly penis.

He heard the door to the house open and he heard footsteps, two sets of footsteps. He could hear muffled conversation, water running and things being done in the kitchen. She was home and making coffee. She had company and it was a woman. He heard laughter from the kitchen but couldn’t make out words. After a time the door opened his back was to the door he tried to hurry his rotation so he could see her as she entered. In the back light he saw two figures. Oh my GOD she was bringing a woman down to see him trussed up like some big sissy doll. They stood in front of him now she stepped back and put her hands on her hips with some pride. The visitor smiled and said, "this is perfect". His cheeks burning with embarrassment all he could say was "hello mother"

A Happy Wife

 

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