Stupid Husband Tricks

by Juliette Lima

 

I suppose I should explain why I'm telling this tale, it's all because I didn't want to take a six week bus tour of the mid-west and stop at a different mall every day. My wife of more than three decades and her sister got it in their heads that taking a bus tour, hitting malls all over the mid-west, and then having a rolling scrapbooking party every day on the bus was just the absolute ideal vacation. I told her I would rather be beaten every day than ride for six weeks on a bus with more than forty rabid scrapbooking, mall crawling, Midwestern state adoring, and post-octogenarian women. You see ever since our Somatic Neural Reticulae rejuvenated us, we've had some serious cross-purpose conflicts. Since the SNR as we've taken to calling it has made our saggy skin taut, our old joints flexible, and some overly flexible parts a little stiff, Martina my loving wife has taken up way too many activities that keep her out and about, so that the more erotic pursuits I would like are not possible. She loves to take tours with the most superannuated crowd, all of whom are widowed and in spite of being completely rejuvenated have steadfastly maintained a celibate life, and see the existence of a husband as noncontributory to the peace and order of the old broad life style. Now I'll grant you I like having time to my self and Martina's brother-in-law, Tommy, and I have had some good times fishing while Martina and Millicent (her sister and Tommy's wife) have had day trips, but the urge to merge with the softer member of the marriage is always there and dammit I really was not at all in favor of having a six week long hole cut in my sex life, especially since the five years leading up to gaining the SNR had been a damn long dry spell with multiple illnesses for both Martina and myself, and the unfortunate loss of function following the prostate surgery. So now the cycle has a well-oiled chain and fully inflated tires, and my partner doesn't want to go for a ride. We were visiting with Tommy and Millicent when Martina told me about the six week trip and when Tom and I said we would rather do anything than spend six weeks on a bus, the women replied they were not planning on us going along anyway, it was a ladies only trip. I asked the gals "What are we supposed to do for female companionship for six weeks, hire escorts, hit the bars, or just visit on-line porn sites?"

"Why don't you let us fix you up with a six week beach vacation, when we get back you can show us your videos, and we'll show you our scrapbooks."

"Oh please I'd rather be coated with strawberry jam and left out naked on a chaise lounge." I groaned

"Or stripped naked and coated with chocolate syrup and coated with puffed rice." Complained Tommy.

"What if we make it possible for you to spend six weeks at the beach with a drop dead gorgeous woman, who will wear no panties for the whole time." Asked Millie.

"What's the catch?" we asked in unison.

"You have to let Martina and me fix up the beach house on the bay, and you have to let us take you there at separate times and leave you tied up to wait for the nude beauty. We'll stock the cabinets and freezers so you won't have to leave the house; we'll leave you tied but arrange for the ropes to come loose when we've left the house. You'll have a girl with you that you have designed on a computer, she'll be exactly like you want her to be, and she won't have a stitch of clothing on. You game to let us have a trip away if you two get to play?"

"There must be some catch, what are you going to do, have a Dominatrix stay with us and keep us locked up, I will not go for that. I'm not really interested in having any woman around except Martina to be frank. I know what I like and to be blunt I really don't want some young floozy or whatever. You go on your trip but when I make plans for a vacation be prepared to do seven weeks where I want to go." I retorted, as Tom nodded in accord.

"Okay we'll down load our physical profiles from ourselves into the computer so the women will be exact copies of us, you'll spend six weeks looking at me and having every physical trait of mine to play with she just won't be me. And Tommy you can have a clone of Millie, so she will be exactly like spending six weeks with Millie, the two women will be us without a single stitch of clothes to wear, completely accessible, all you favorite female body parts just bouncing around bare in the air. You interested now?" Martina asked.

"Who's she going to be? One of your ditzy friends? I will go along with your game as long as I don't have to pretend one of your crone cronies is you. I will try to be a good sport about your traipsing all over the corn belt, but if this is some dopey bait and switch, I'm asking for a year long stop to all trips and taking away your clothes and taking you to the beach house for three months." Tommy interjected. "I've been a loyal and monogamous husband for more than thirty years, I just want to be able to be with my wife as she is, no artificial parts and no silly games. The SNR has made my body whole and what little mind I have is sound. I'll spend six weeks at the beach, but I'll bet you anything you want to wager you can't make me enjoy the time, nor can you make a twin to Millie that is worth my attentions."

"Why don't we make it a wager, you two spend the six weeks with our copies, and if we set it up so you have an out. We will have one of the neighbors to check up on you every week, if you break down and beg her for release from the ordeal, you will have lost the bet and have to go along on our next bus trip. If our proctor is satisfied you are going along with the program she'll set you to a special task that will require you and your spouse copy to cooperate and perform. If you fail to do the task or refuse to do the task, you lose the bet. If you do all six tasks you win and we will spend six weeks at the beach house with you and we'll stay naked the whole time."

"I still don't like it but since you and Millie are bound and determined to have your way, I take your bet, but no task can be done in public, the proctor has to call before coming over, and if I find the task to be overtly immoral, or it requires me to be unfaithful to you it's not valid. Agreed?"

"You will not perform any penetrative sex acts with your partner nor will you have to do any sexually submissive acts while the proctor observes. You will not be struck, nor will you be bound in any way after the initial binding, and that will last no longer than a few hours at most. I will try to time it so that the binding releases in as little as forty five minutes."

"You're not going to leave us here with nothing to wear but panties are you?" Tommy asked.

"Oh Tommy there won't be one single pair of panties in the house, the object is for you to have a bare bottom lady friend exactly like me to keep you company, and for her to not be able to cover her privates for six weeks."

"What if the bare bottom lady brings back a pair of panties from a shopping trip?" I asked.

"Oh she won't because if she does the proctor will declare the bet lost, you two have to make sure the lady never covers her bottom or crotch."

"So what in heck will we do for six weeks?" Tommy asked.

"You will make sure your new ladyfriend never wears panties, has her crotch uncovered at all times, and wears only short miniskirts or tennis dresses. Both ladies must sunbathe nude on the deck for an hour each day and you have to apply her sunblock all over her. Oh and you have to take a front and back Polaroid of your sunbathing lady, and put her picture in an album I leave you." Added Millie.

"Oh great I make up a collection of pictures of some woman, and I have to rub her butt with sun screen every day for six weeks, how will I stand the boredom?" asked Tommy.

"You'll stand it by remembering that if you don't do it you'll lose and when you lose you have to spend six weeks on a bus with us in September. If you win you get both of us at home and naked for the next six weeks." Millie was really pushing hard now with that.

"Okay I'll do it " Tommy groaned " But being coated in chocolate and marshmallow crème and rolled in granola would be less discomforting."

"I'll go along with the game Martina, you won't be bearable until I do anyway. Tommy's right about that chocolate and stuff though."

"Well we could start you out that way and make a side bet that if you lose the bet you have to spend a whole day as our messed up toys." Millie too quickly added.

"Don't press your luck Millie I am in no mood for more silly crap." I stated "Now if you two don't mind I'm heading for the deep water in my boat and taking Tommy and a cooler of beer along for company, want to bet which will contain more beer when we return?"

We left the house headed for our dock, hoisted the cooler aboard, slacked off fore and aft and cranked the twin diesels that drove my well-maintained forty-five foot deadrise. We rode the swells of the Chesapeake for a while and then slowed to start our trolling for several hours we plowed a wake in the bay with no results other than a diminished beer supply, what ever bit was too small to keep, so at the bottom of the sixth with no runs, no hits and no errors we reeled in the lines and pointed the bow at our dock and powered up for home. With a good beer buzz fueling our mood we tied up the boat and in the fading light flopped on to a pair of air mattresses that stay on our deck, and dropped off soundly into a deep sleep. When I awoke I tried to sit up but found my arms tied over the railing of our deck, as I pulled on my bonds I felt the ropes on my legs pull tighter. I also noted I was covered head to toe in chocolate fudge sauce and had been liberally sprinkled with cereal and had large mounds of marshmallow crème on my chest and crotch. Martina stepped into view and stood over me. "Good thing you finally woke up we were about to leave. You will find out all about your situation when the tape I'm starting gets to the narration. We have the ropes looped into some blocks of ice that will melt as soon as the dry ice is all gone from all sides of it. We wanted you to have a bang-up start so when you both passed out last night we fixed you up and fixed the house for you. Millie's got a few words for Tommy so bye honey hope the sweets are just right, I put a lot of the big clumps of granola under your butt so it could chew on you for a change."

Millie stood over Tommy and told him good bye and thanked him for the idea of the chocolate coating, and added, "If you pass out again I'll be glad to repeat the offense. Now listen to the tape we made it has some other stuff in front of our part so just watch the tape, here Tommy I have a pillow to raise your head, Marti that pillow over there is for Jimmy."

I raised my head as directed and found I could see the TV set between Tommy and me. For the next two hours we watched some pretty wide girl on girl porn, and continued to try the ropes, after the porn had run its course we saw two nude women being tied out on a deck and recognized them as Marti and Millie, then as we watched the two women doing the tying began to smear chocolate fudge sauce and marshmallow crème on the nudes. Then Marti filled the screen and spoke. "Hi girls I hope you enjoy the next six weeks, we sure will. Now a few little extras to tell you, the key to the deadbolt is stuffed in Jimmy's cute little Millie class vagina while the key to the regular lock is in Tommy's copy of mine. The tampon is just there to hold the key, and the string has a little surprise on it. The block of ice is big enough to keep you uncomfortable for quite a while, sorry about the little fib. And we did pack a lot of dry ice around the regular ice so we really can't say if you'll get loose any time soon. The water to the deck shower is turned off inside the house so you two have to paw around each other's crotch for the keys. Oh the keys are for the front door only. We left the porch lights on so you can see and be seen if it's dark when the ropes let loose. We left you both some dresses and skirts and halters. The whole lot are very short and cute. We're parking the car at a long-term lot, and leaving you a bicycle each. Remember that your skirts and dresses are light enough to blow up quite high if you speed around, but then you are supposed to expose the little coochie snorker, to use Eve Ensler's term, Don't forget to take Polaroids daily starting as soon as you are free. And Bettina Wilkins will stop by tomorrow to give you your first task. Bye sweetie, enjoy the vacation."

With that the tape ended and the VCR blue screened the TV and we were left to struggle as best we could trying to wrest the ropes free from the block of ice. Some how the block splashed in to the water of the bay where it lapped beneath the deck, jerking sharply on our arms and legs, but hastening the melting so that soon the ropes pulled free so that we slipped out of our bonds. When I saw Tommy I had to laugh, from head to toe there wasn't square millimeter of bare skin; Tommy was laughing at my messy appearance as well. I knelt to feel around for the key and Tommy fell to giggling again and suggested we look for the keys simultaneously, so I lay upon my back with my legs propped on the railing while Tommy knelt over my face and we both began to dig through the very sticky marshmallow crème that was caked upon our vulvas. I managed to extract the tampon and slipped a finger deep into the moist vagina just as my own was probed by Tommy's finger, it took some time to find the key as the women had seen fit to slip a pair of diaphragms in each of us and had sandwiched the keys between the rubber cups. We were panting and quite aroused when we held the keys at last, Tommy said " Hey the string to your tampon is poked up in your butt, Jim, want it pulled out?"

"Sure I'll get yours too." I gave the string a quick pull and yelped in concert with Tommy as the string pull popped a gelatin capsule of pepper sauce my loving wife had poked in my rear. We dropped the keys on the table and dropped butt first into the waters of the Chesapeake, where we soothed our asses and soaked off the glopped on sugary mess we had been covered with. When we had successfully saltwater cleaned our bodies and hair we exited the bay and climbed to the deck, retrieved the keys, and made our way to my front door, so we could go inside and shower. As I followed Tommy up the ladder to the deck I felt a shudder of arousal as I watched the nude female bottom above me. "Hey Tom, I think I am going to enjoy this you look good enough to eat." I quipped.

"Well you look like a pretty hot number to me too, what say we go scrub each other's back, and front, and sides, and in between?"

"Tommy I don't think they thought this through very well, no matter who sees us, the only reputations besmirched are Martina's and Millicent's. No one will know it's us at all, the old tongue clucking biddies in town will be talking about our wives if we show our asses in public."

We made our way to the front door, undid the locks, and went to shower and then soak in the large whirlpool tub. As we soaked we explored our nude bodies and began to kiss and cuddle. We left the tub and after a quick dry off made our way to bed where we created our own girl on girl porno for the rest of the evening. We arose at about six the next morning and made our way to the kitchen for breakfast, and then out to the deck for tanning, we lovingly slathered sunblock on and covered every square inch of each other. Once lotioned fully we posed for our first Polaroid and then cuddled some more "Tommy this is outrageous I almost don't want Martina to come home" I offered.

"Oh I want Millie to come home, alright. I want to tie her naked butt out on the deck and leave her to fend for herself for six weeks with Marti. I think some pepper sauce for the goose will make her take a gander at what she did."

"The weird thing is I have a woman that looks like my wife, but acts like my best buddy. I don't know what might go sideways here but this is a pretty easy to win bet, Unless Bettina has a way of making everything FUBAR."

As if on cue Bettina rounded the corner and saw us writhing nude in each other's arms. She was surprised to say the least. "Oh my." She gasped." I wasn't expecting this kind of thing, I was told Tommy and Jimmy would be home alone and need looking after. I was given a letter to give you and told I had to make sure you did what it told you to do. I was not expecting to learn you two were lesbians, and sisters that makes it incest and oh goodness this is awful oh my." And with that Bettina fainted. We read the letter and saw we were supposed to go fishing nude and take Bettina with us, so we peeled Bettina out of her Capri pants and tee-shirt and drug her panties and bra off of her and lifted her on to the boat. We ran back inside for a cooler of beer and grabbed sandwich fixings as well, cranked the diesels and left for the fishing grounds. Bettina came to lying on the padded engine cover while Tommy was finishing her sunscreen coating. Poor Bettina was bright red as she lay face down with Tommy slathering lotion between her trim little butt cheeks. She raised her head and found she was inches from my bare bottom. "Oh girls, please don't hurt me I didn't mean to imply anything was wrong with being attracted to girls. I'm sorry but I really want to get dressed now. Oh my that feels so good, oh Millie your fingers feel so nice there, oh, oh, ooooh. I guess I do like this after all."

I left the helm and shut her up by kissing her and pressing my tongue into her mouth, while sliding my free hand over her lotion slick nipples. We trolled and rolled until noon and then fixed sandwiches and opened a trio of beers. Bettina was brought up to speed on our situation and by the time the last beer and sandwich were consumed Betty was on board and ready to make sure our wives learned the hard way not to plan a joke unless you knew for sure how the punchline went. We suspended the trolling run and headed for a cove near where Bettina lived and showed her the letter from Marti and Millie, which directed us to take Bettina out on the bay naked every day for one week, since the instruction was vague we had stripped Bettina bare before loading her on the boat, thinking she was in on the joke. Bettina was a tad naïve but caught on quick, and became very interested in our project. She observed "I wonder if my husband Alex would like to come fishing with us?"

"If he lets us turn him into a woman he can come along, have you used your SNR for body modifications before?" I asked.

"Is that what they did to you? Oh my that's funny, were you both surprised or did they do it while you watched?"

"We were passed out drunk and woke up coated with chocolate sauce and marshmallow and cereal."

Bettina was rolling on the deck laughing at that, when she caught her breath she asked " What did you do when you woke up? Lick each other clean?"

"No we watched the girl on girl porn tape our wives had dubbed onto a blank tape ahead of their little spiel and the record of our tying and coating. We were tied up for several hours waiting for the block of ice to melt and release our ropes. We had to dig the keys to the house out of each others vagina and got pepper sauce sprayed on our anuses when we broke the gelatin capsules our loving wives had stuck up us. "

This set Bettina to laughing again and we joined in as we sailed back to our dock where the engines coughed to a stop as we reached the pier. "Oh great we have run the tanks dry and have only the contents of the tank on the dock to get to the marina around the point." I said.

"And you can't wear anything to cove that cute little but of yours." Bettina added.

"Well Bettina you could help us out tomorrow when we get there. Be a pal and help us out, please? We'll buy you a beer and all, just wear the pants and take care of the little problem of no fuel. Please." I was beginning to sound like I was begging.

"Oh I get to wear the pants huh? I like that, I wear the pants and you all wear miniskirts, and every chance I get you have to flash the gash to everybody around. Okay I'll do it, but you have to make amends for feeling me up without my permission. Go get my capris and tee for me and we'll go get fuel as soon as you pump what fuel you have into the boat."

I walked over to where Bettina's clothes lay and picked up all of her clothing and carried them back to her.

Bettina yelled at me "Jamie you touched my panties and bra, I told you to bring my capris and tee I did not give you any order about my panties or bra. Now go pump the fuel and let me think of a fitting punishment."

"Punishment" I sputtered "What are you talking about. I am not doing anything wrong by bringing you your undies."

"Are you defying me Jaime? I can declare you the loser of your wager right now and let you take whatever Marti dishes out to you, you said she would make you go on a bus trip, you want to bet she'll keep you a girl till you get back, wonder how a bus trip would be without panties. Don't you smirk Tammy, if Jaime loses you lose too."

I stood aghast I couldn't refuse and yet I felt so frustrated, I thought I had a friend and ally in Bettina and now she was yanking the rug out from under me. I tried to speak but found I was choked up and trying to speak made me start sobbing. "Oh Bettina I'm sorry please don't tell Martina I refused I'll do everything you tell me I just thought we were friends and were going to get this thing done with no more embarrassment to me and Tommy."

"Oh Jaime we are friends that's why I'm just going to punish you 'til midnight tonight, and reassess your status everyday. You asked me to, and I quote, wear the pants, unquote. Now if I'm to wear the pants, and you can't wear the panties that puts you in a real bind when it comes to some things. Tammy will help you pump the fuel, and don't call her Tommy again, and Tammy you be sure to call Jaime by her proper name from now on."

"Yes ma'am" we replied.

I went to my fuel tank and hauled the hose over to my boat and pumped the contents of the drum into the boat's fuel tank. Since the pump was hand cranked Tammy and I took turns cranking until the slurping sound of the pump told us the tank was empty. We stowed the hose and closed the tank cap of the boat. Bettina came back with her capris and tee on and holding a can in her left hand and her panties in her right. She asked me. "Jaime what's graphite packing grease?"

"It's a stiff black grease for packing the shaft housing that seals the hull where the shaft penetrates the hull, ma'am."

"Tammy come here and open this can and take these panties and coat Jaime with this grease so it looks like she's wearing a bikini. Make sure it covers her just like a panty and bra set, and then send her over to my house to find out what she does next. I'm going to make a few phone calls and when we're done here we'll go refuel the boat and order a tank full for delivery tomorrow."

I started to protest but Bettina's stern look made me choke off my speech. Tommy now armed with panties and grease started by coating my vulva and working the stiff black grease into my slit. "Lay back on the picnic table Jaime, and spread your legs to make this easier." He suggested. Bettina returned as she saw me lay back and came to where she stood over me and said. "When Tammy is done, Jaime, take the panties and give her a nice maillot, make it strapless and high-cut, oh and give her a thong back, I think she has such cute butt cheeks. Oh Tammy since you like rubbing in butt cracks be sure Jaime has a thong bottom too. Jaime bring me Polaroids of Tammy's suit when you come over. Now you girls have a good time but don't dawdle."

When Bettina was gone I was left with Tammy coating my pubes and perineum with black grease, which she worked deep in my folds. When she was satisfied with the shape and coverage she had me stand and bend over a stool and pull my cheeks open to coat my cleft. And make the grease-coating rise up from my rear. While humiliating the slick and sticky grease began to feel very erotic as it was rubbed deep in my crevices. I stood on command and the grease panty was finished and my breast were given triangular bra cups of grease which were connected by thin lines. Tammy washed her hands and I took the greasy panties and began to apply her maillot at the top coating her from breasts to pubes in wide swaths then feathering the swaths together. I went behind her and continued the front around to form a low-cut back and told Tammy "Bend over and spread 'em 'cute cheeks', here comes some thong for everybody."

"Ooh did it feel this good to you when I was lubing you? " Tammy asked.

"It felt mighty good and it is so funny watching how your anus is puckering while I rub around it."

"I feel like I'm about to cum Jaime rub up front and make me cum, ooh this is goood."

I had her stand up and hold her self upright between the picnic table and the back of n Adirondack chair and place a foot on a stool to open her crotch so I could coat her crotch and as I rubbed the grease into her slit she shuddered and had an orgasm, that made her nearly fall over backwards. She stood humping the air as the waves of ecstasy washed over her, and blushed bright red. The juices from her sopping vagina trickled down her thighs, and she moaned sweetly "Kiss me Jaime I love to be kissed when I cum." I kissed the mouth that was my wife's duplicate.

I took the required pictures and made my way to Bettina's house and knocked on her door, still feeling my grease coating melt and ooze in my hot crevice. Bettina came to the door dressed in a bright floral sundress and sandals and said in a shocked voice "What are you doing standing up Jaime, get on your knees and keep your mouth below the level of my ass, good grief girl, you act like you have forgotten you place."

I knelt and Bettina crouched in front of me forcing me to cover lower and keep her ass above my lip level. I made the mistake of raising my eyes to check my level and saw up her skirt where her vulva gaped open and she saw my surprise and pushed on the back of my head and spoke." Still trying to be a man and look up my skirt, Jaime?"

"No ma'am I wanted to make sure my lips were low enough, ma'am. I only saw a little glimpse, please don't punish me I won't do it again." I was somehow suddenly scared of this petite woman who just hours ago had always been ditsy and a little silly, but now had me over a barrel and could keep me over it for the next forty days.

"Bull! Jaime I have watched you ever since we met sneak peaks at my crotch, and every woman's crotch and ass when you could. Starting tomorrow you are going to walk a mile in my shoes and miniskirt and show your crotch to every man you meet. Don't worry you won't be alone your partner Tammy has to do every thing you do. Now crawl over to the end of my veranda and sit your spread cheeks down in the pile of kitty litter, then make sure the lines of your bikini are covered, arch your back and let me pour some over those nice boobies of yours. There now a black bikini is turned gray with green and clear crystals. Stand up dear and turn around."

I did as she told me and the gritty substance of the litter began to irritate my butt cleft and the slit in my crotch. I listened in discomfort as Bettina gave me the rest of my task. I was to walk completely around the little peninsula our houses sat on, a distance of one mile from her pier to mine, I was to stay on the rip-rap and not walk in the sand and then wait for the fuel boat to bring the refill for my tank of diesel fuel. She and Tammy would go refuel the boat and shop for groceries. And I was to kneel on the pier and write in the composition book she left me a sonnet that told why I wanted to be Bettina's sissy. "You do know how to write a sonnet don't you? Fourteen lines of Iambic pentameter with an ABABCDCDEFEFGG rhyme scheme is what you have to write. Now don't dawdle girl shake those cute buns around the point and get to writing."

I wanted to run away but where could I go Bettina had the key to my house so I was locked out, I was only wearing a coat of grease and kitty litter and my but crack was chafing from the litter and something was making me begin to itch. I struggled around the little headland staying on the large rocks set to stall the erosion done by the tides of the bay, I slipped and fell several times and had to struggle for every step for one mile until I reached the land end of my own pier. I walked to where the pink notebook Bettina had left me laid, and knelt facing away from the water so my rear was on view to anyone approaching the dock. I opened the book and stared at the blank page that mocked me. I was still contemplating the blank page when I heard the fuel boat arrive to refill my diesel tank, Henry Stilton yelled out "Hot looking bikini Martina, glad to see you stopped wearing a baggy old granny suit and let some flesh show. Hey you're not Martina you're her sister Millie isn't it? Damn Millie that thing looks like you put it on with a paint brush, and that canvass is sure well stretched on its frame."

"Well thank you Henry I'm glad you like my suit."

"Well I'll put the oil in the tank and send Jimmy the bill Monday. Hope to see you again Millie if you get tired of that scoundrel Tommy wasting your time you just come by the fuel depot in that bikini. Does that thong feel okay back there, you seem to be twitching like it itches or something."

"I think there's some sand stuck inside Henry. I think your wife Myra would have dim view of what you said, so maybe this should be our little secret, shouldn't it?" (Henry slumped at the mention of his wife, Myra, she had been dominating him for years, and every Saturday night he had to wait on the clients of the "Queen Bee's Hive" in a thin nylon waitress uniform over hot pink lingerie. I had never seen the display as the rule was women only. I had overheard Myra at the grocery store telling one of her cronies however) Henry finally finished pumping fuel into my storage tank, and left after leering at my painted on grease bikini. I went back to agonizing over my sonnet to Bettina and finally scrawled out some near doggerel but hoped she would accept it. So you can see just how bad it was here it is:

SONNET FOR MISTRESS Bettina

By Jaime her slave

No place to find me than at Bettina's feet

Nothing for me excels her sharp command

Oh bliss to be allowed to kiss her seat

And feel the warmth of her silken iron hand.

She puts me ever lower in her sight

The female power she holds over my soul

Binds me to her with chainlike bite

And makes my devotion for her stay whole

Oh send me not away my lady dear

Keep me ever slaving for you lowly

My face a throne will be for Bettina's rear

Call me to you quick send me fro slowly.

Her every word rules me in all my deeds

She is the all in all of all my needs.

 

It was dark when Bettina and a sobbing Tammy arrived to tie up at the pier, I helped tie up my deadrise and knelt to offer Bettina my humble poem. Tammy climbed upon the forecastle of the deadrise and looped two lengths of rope around her ankles and wrists and then slipped over the side and yelped as she swung just inches into the water with her bottom dipping as the boat bounced on the waves. Bettina ordered me to follow her and bring the bags of supplies she had purchased. I hurried to obey leaving Tommy crying in the water. I entered my house laden with bags and feeling the grit abrade my privates. Bettina was facing away from me as I entered with her dress hiked up and showing her tight little pucker. I remembered to crouch and keep my mouth below the proper level as I stored the cans and boxes. I asked "Ma'am why was Tammy crying?"

"I told her I was going to tell your wives you had lost the bet no matter what you did, so she had better get used to being a submissive. She refused to kiss my ass as a sign of submission so I removed her grease and rubbed her with itching powder and told her she would be left tied to the ladder until she begged to wear panties. She broke just as I rounded the point. Now that you've lost the bet, crawl over here and kiss me like the slave you are."

Suddenly I was furious, all my fear was gone, I was mad as hell and not going to take it any more. I saw a large applicator of crazy glue, and twisting off the stopper squirted it generously on the proffered rear. Bettina squealed at the cold and turned a bit to quickly as I dropped to my rear and swept my leg against her knees. She slapped the tile floor with a wet plop and squealed again as I yanked the loose sundress up over her head. She had tied the drawstring top tightly so her arms were encompassed by the dress while her breasts were exposed. I twisted the dress to close the top and grabbed a length of twine which I used to bind the dress closed. All the while ignoring the squeals and curses of Bettina. She grabbed her dress and with a yank ripped it from her head. I squirted her hands with the crazy glue and as she pressed them on the floor she trapped herself. A few drops on her thighs left her cursing and threatening dire events, but spread open and helpless. I opened her purse and espied the package of itching powder. In two shakes of a small envelope her crotch was dusted with the spicules in the packet, and her curses increased. I wet her lips with a drop of the glue and stretched her lips closed. Finally Bettina realized her condition was irrevocable and began to make placating noises. I removed Tammy from the bay and took her to the shower where I used hand cleaner from my shop to remove her grease and the itching powder, she reciprocated by removing my bikini and we steamed in the shower. By the time we were clean and dressed in sundresses, Bettina was in convulsions from the itch. Tammy and I emptied Bettina's purse of our credit cards and her keys, as she stared goggle eyed. We left the house and strolled over to Bettina's house where we removed Tommy's truck from her garage where Millie had hidden it. We knocked on the door to Bettina and Alex's house and were admitted by a frightened looking blonde girl, wearing only a sheer pinafore and spike heels. "May I help you ladies? My mistress is out of the house now. But I serve every woman as she requires." The petite blonde whispered.

"Get your pants on girl, we have a really big present for you." Tommy roared.

The blonde scurried to find tiny little sheer thong panties and returned. I groaned and muttered "Damn I gotta find a way to reprogram my body, this look is too much."

I gasped when I heard a voice say "How may I serve you? Do you wish to reprogram your body structure and shape?"

"Who said that?" I asked.

"Who said what?" Tommy and the blonde asked"

"I said that." Replied the voice.

"Well who the hell are you? And where are you?" I asked again.

"I am Somatic-Neural-Reticulum Five Niner Seven Niner Bravo. I am resident within your person. I will alter your physical presence as you direct. Do you wish to terminate the current program and revert to baseline appearance?"

"If I change back to baseline I'll be a guy in a short thin sundress." I thought and jumped at the reply.

"That is correct, shall I alter both body and clothing?"

"NO I don't want to lose the bet by quitting the female shape, can you stop the program, leave my looks alone, and return control to me without the computer connection?"

"Yes, shall I?"

"Make it so. Do you have a name? You have a nice feminine voice, what do I call you?"

"Call me what you will, do you prefer Niner Bravo for short?"

"How about Nina? That's shorter still."

"Nina is fine."

I was surprised to see a scrolling list of changes that were occurring on what had to be a heads up display. And Tommy and the little blonde, who had to be Alex Wilkins, kept asking "Who are you talking to?" I asked Nina if she could communicate with the SNR's in Tommy and Alex. She said yes and the pair fell silent as their networks conversed with them. I knew Alex had made a connection when suddenly he changed from a petite blonde to a bulky six foot two inch crew cut man with a ripped to shreds set of muscles. He absorbed the pinafore and panties and stood nude and rampant. "Alex you're not planning on using that gun on one of us are you?" I asked.

"No, Millie I'm not, I've never cheated on Bettina, and I'm not starting now. Wait a minute and I'll get dressed." Alex said as he left showing us a back that would win any body builder competition.

Tommy spoke at last "Jimmy we're free. They can't keep us female, why not change back now?"

"We have to win the bet, did you cave in to Bettina?"

"Hell no, she had me itching so bad I wanted to, but she kept going on about how she was going to train us like a pair of whipped puppies, and I was crying because the body changes made my mind go sideways and I could not stop sobbing."

"Well let's show Alex where his lady love is sitting and confer with him." I added.

Alex returned with two pairs of handcuffs and dressed in a pair of chinos, a polo shirt and deck shoes. "I surmise I have some baggage to collect at your house Marti? You look like Marti, but you sound like her brother-in-law Tommy. Your sister Millie sounds like Jimmy as well."

"I am Jimmy, Alex, we got morphed by our loving wives and left under Bettina's thumb. We have to stay women to win a bet, but Bettina was planning on making us lose outright and then dominating us. We played into her hands by poor choices of words and deeds. I guess I ought to apologize to you for feeling up your wife while she was on my boat."

"Hey feel free, just keep the prong out of the socket. She does feel nice though. Look I need to put a little discomfort into her life what did you do to her to get her to let go?"

"I crazy glued her to the kitchen floor, and sprinkled itching powder on her vulva and clitoris."

"That's perfect, do you guys want to get supper, I'm starving." Alex asked.

"I can eat" we replied.

"Let's take my truck, you want to change into longer dresses?"

"Nope, it's not my ass on display it's Millie's, and I have lost interest in my wife's reputation, since I'm planning on filing for a divorce, let's go out and be seen and obscene. Do they still have wet tee-shirt contests in the roadhouse?"

"I don't know, but we can find out. Tommy you gonna pitch Millie out too?" Alex asked.

"Probably, I find her sense of humor to be lacking, and her choice of friends is grating on my nerves, what are you going to do with Bettina?"

"She had a memory stick she used on me and she told me it could duplicate my look on anybody, so I think she will take a little trip. I was told this evening she was shipping me to a domme out in Arizona tomorrow so maybe she would like a trip to the desert. Let's get supper, and then prep Bettina for tomorrow. I want a steak, I've been eating salads for a month and need to feed."

We made a night out of it, and Tommy won the wet tee-shirt contest at a local roadhouse, I think our wet dresses were well received, and we were glad Alex was as big as he was, since a lot of hands felt our bodies as we roved the room. At dawn we went home and released the now sobbing Bettina from the floor and cuffed her hands and bent her over to insert the memory stick into her tiny anus. She squealed when she changed into the tiny blonde Alex had been. Alex used the SNR to morph into Bettina and when the van came to collect Alex for the Arizona trip we bid farewell to Bettina for the next seven weeks. We then did our sunbathing and after Alex took the pictures we anointed him with sunblock and stocked the boat for a day of fishing. We set sail and had a full day, Alex summed it up by saying. "Damn this is the life a boat load of hot women, a cooler load of cold beer, and a shoal of hungry bluefish. There ain't a single problem with this picture. I really don't care that I'm in a female body. "

When our wives returned they sputtered at the loss they had to take, and we popped back to being men. A week later Bettina returned and Alex resumed his form, and Bettina began her new life as his love slave. Tommy and I had a good summer and fall. Nothing but fish all day with nude women to fetch beer and clean the fish. By the time they learned to operate their SNR's they had made peace with the situation, especially after Bettina told us all about her Arizona adventure, and Marti and Millie rethought the idea of being dominant. We are planning on a new vacation in a few weeks no busses to malls just six weeks on a small island near the Gulfstream. We are packing some chocolate fudge sauce and marshmallow crème but not much clothing.

  

  

  

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