Under His Skirt, A Belt                     by: A Happy Wife

 

I knew my husband crossdressed; in fact I kind of liked it. He would spend a couple of hours getting dressed up and we would be girlfriends. He helped with the housework, did as I told him to do and was very turned on. Then after a couple of hours he would go to the bathroom and I suspect masturbate. Then he removed the feminine attire and returned to the same old masculine superior bull he demonstrated before he dressed up. To add insult to that injury I was denied the benefit of a perfectly good erection. I had discussed this very privately with my best friend Heather. She had suggested that I take advantage of my husbands’ love for crossdressing and the submissive role by controlling the time and length of time of his dressing episodes. Then I would have the upper hand. Good idea I thought but just how could I do that?

OK if I controlled his penis I would control him. How to do that I wondered. I looked around on his computer and checked out his interests. It seems my husband like to read about female domination, forced feminization and sissy things. The next step was easy; I typed in "CHASTITY BELTS" on a search engine. The belt I decided on was really a series of rings and a plastic cage with a lock, simple, effective, cheap but looked uncomfortable and it would certainly make a male feel inferior to his key holder, that would be me. Because the device was plastic I knew he could cut it off, but that would destroy it and end the fantasy. What the hell I thought I ordered it in a medium, I ask them to mark the box small.

Hubby had a couple of dress up sessions before the device arrived. I experimented with some femdom techniques in the window of time before he relieved himself. Yes I thought this could work out really well. The box was in the mail on a Friday; he often liked to dress up on Friday nights. This night I suggested it for him and added a perk. "I just might keep you as my girl for the weekend". I knew the idea of that was one of his fantasies. I also knew that if he had his release he would back off and chicken out. A couple of hours later little miss priss stepped out of the bedroom. She had on a cute little pink dress, white flat shoes and carried a white purse. I had her walk and swish for me, then come over and stand in front of me. I lifted her skirt, slipped her panties down and was treated to the sight of a wonderful erection. Next to my chair was a bowl of ice, a wash cloth and the device. But first that penis. I took it in my mouth and just felt it there I wanted it so bad but I knew that if my sissy had an orgasm she would go back to manly and I didn’t want that. I gave it a couple of "ins and outs" then clasped the ice filled rag to it. Well hubby screamed but the penis shrank to about the size of a walnut. He tried to back away but I held what was left of it in my hand. "Huh-huh small guy. It belongs to me" I showed him the device and told him it was to guarantee his staying my girl for the weekend. He was afraid but I knew the idea turned him on. He nodded, I nodded the little penis nodded and I slipped the first of the rings over his penis and testicles, then the cage then snap goes the lock, a quick kiss, skirts down and bodda boom bodda bing I own a sissy.

 

Ok first we needed to set some ground rules, really only one. I had him by the privates he had best do as I say, when I say it and had best be cheerful about it. And he could start now. A good place to start was between my legs. My husband used the giving of oral sex as a tool to bring me to quick arousal, but now, as I pointed out to him it would be all about me. I told him just what I wanted, where to focus, how long to linger, when to lift my buttocks and when and where to give those long licks. After three shuddering orgasms and a few softer ones coming down I was ready foe a short nap. I told the "new girl" to wake me in an hour with a nice cup of tea and a foot lick. In the mean time "she" could be getting supper started.

By the time Sunday night rolled around Missy hubby had spent a long weekend in dresses, tight shoes and an even tighter chastity belt. Heather had "dropped in" and was treated to a home cooked meal served to her and I by the new girl. Miss hubby wasn’t happy about Heather being there but the fear of an extended time belted brought out that girlish charm I just knew he had. Before Heather left Miss hubby was called to attention and the rules of life were laid out for him. I had a key, Heather had a key, in case I lost mine. He would wear the belt at all times, he would be released for short times on weekends only for sex with me or for masturbation, I would choose what it was to be. He would wear at least one visible item of feminine clothing at all times, I would choose that item. It may be a lace hankie, earrings, other jewelry, menswear styled women’s shoes or if I happened to be playful or pissed off it could even be a dress or skirt. After all he was the sissy and it was his fantasy. He would also from this day on wear panties, a bra and stockings with out men’s socks to cover them. I ask sweetly if that was going to be a problem for him and he just shook his head slowly "no".

He had been promised sex tonight but to get it he would have to kneel and beg while Heather was here to witness. He dropped to his knees spread his skirts and looked at me with sheep dog eyes and ask me if he could please have sex with me. He promised to do it with his hands cuffed behind his back and to bring me to three orgasms orally before he entered me. If he failed to bring me to two more orgasms after penetration he would forfeit his next weekend release. With him still kneeling heather kissed him on the cheek, we named him julie, scheduled a shopping trip for next week, julie needed new clothes, and planned a little get together for a bunch of us girls with the new girl serving, of course. Later I sat in front of a totally subdued husband and watched him as he learned to polish toenails; he had his own to practice on before he did mine. Bed was the best I had had in years; oh he did earn a release next weekend. As we fell asleep he thanked me and called me his mistress.

A happy wife.

 

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