When The Stares Are Out

by Karen's Wife

 

Let me explain some things that happened about seven months ago. My name is David, 27 years old, and I'm married to a good looking woman named Peg also 27. Well, I have/had a habit of staring at beautiful women. I mean, I just like to look them over, their ass, legs, and breasts. I like them to wear tight clothes and HIGH heels. Long nails in bright red are a turn on also. Ankle bracelets get me going too. Well peg had enough of me staring and told me she didn't like it. It made her feel unloved, which I assured her was not the case as I still loved her. I told her I just lust in my heart at these women (thank you Jimmy Carter). She wanted to know why I kept eyeing them over so much. I told her that is was because they dressed in such tight clothes and heels to make a man want to look them over, so I was doing what they want, besides, it wasn't like I was touching them or making comments to them. I told Peg that she doesn't dress like that for work, or let her nails grow long. I also thought that she would look better if she had hair down to her breasts. That was a mistake, you see, Peg is a surgical nurse at our local hospital. The policies there don't allow for acrylic nails or long nails. Long hair would be a bother too, and don't even talk about clothing. She might be on her feet for hours on end, and comfortable clothing is a must.

Well, the next day I took Peg out to a nice restaurant for dinner to make up for my stupid remarks. I told her that I would do my best not to stare at women any more. Half way through our meal 3 women in short skirt business suits came in and the hostess sat them in a booth that was on the opposite side of the aisle from us, and one booth back. Peg could not see them , but I could. The three sat with one facing away from me, and two facing me. Before they sat down, they removed their suit jackets, then slid into the booth. I could see their white blouses, but more importantly, I could see their large bras underneath. I also could see six legs wearing high heels. They all had well manicured hands with long red nails. This was going to be tough. I kept stealing glances at them when I detected leg movement out of the corner of my eye. Then I must have become entranced at staring at these women, because I heard Peg say "David, David, are you all right?" That brought me back to reality, and I snapped back to life. Then the worst thing possible happened. Laughter! Laughter from the three women I had been locked in a trance starring at. Peg heard the feminine laughter and turned around to see the three women, dressed just the way I told her I like women to look. One of the women said to peg "I think your friend there has a roving eye. He's been stealing glances at us. Each time I move my legs, he looks this way. Then he just seemed to stare and not care that we were watching him stare." Peg apologized for my actions, and said that she was going to have to do something to break my habit of staring at women. Then Peg looked at me with a look I had not seen from her. Peg said "You were going to do your best, and you can't even go 30 minutes."

The ride home was very quite. When we goy home, Peg informed me that she wanted me to sleep in the guest room from now on, or at least until I learned not to stare. We could still have sex if she thought I was making progress, which she said she was sure I would.

The next day at work, Ellen called me into her office, Ellen Marks is my boss, my second level boss, and I am a first level boss for the office. Ellen said that she had a number of complaints from the gals in the office that I had been staring at them, and looking them over from head to toe. I said that I thought that I was complimenting them by looking at them, after all, they dressed like that to get men's attention. Ellen said they dress like that because of the dress code, and Fridays are free days that let them dress as they like. The dress code helps with male clients, and casual day on Fridays helps with employees taking Fridays off. The gals don't want to give up casual days as sick days, as sick days are numbered. This makes sure we have enough employees on hand on Friday, our busiest day. She then laid a bombshell on me She said that I was being put on probation, an a 10% pay cut for harassment, as that was what she considered the staring to be. She said future pay cuts, or even dismissal were in line if I couldn't stop my staring. Wow! I didn't know what to say. How was I going to tell peg I got a pay cut, even if we made enough money between the two of us. My mind was not right all day.

The rest of the week was not that good either. I stole a few stares at some of the gals at work without them seeing me. I thought that going cold turkey was NOT the way to go, besides, it wasn't a big deal to me. Came Friday, casual day> it was a real test. The gals all seemed to be wearing jeans that were painted on, and the tightest tops I've ever seen. Most were not wearing bras. They all were wearing clear nylons with 2 inch heels. I thought, what gives? They usually wear sandals, slides, or tennis shoes. Next thing I know, Ellen was tapping on my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. She said rather loudly, "Couldn't go the rest of the week could you? You're now at half pay! Stare any more, and your fired!" It had to be a set up. That's all I could think of. That's why the girls all dressed in such tight clothes and heels, albeit low heels, to trap me into staring. I went to Ellen's office to have a talk. I told her, " This was a set up! Look at how they are all dressed on casual day. They're all in provocative tight clothes with heels. That's not casual."

Ellen looked at me glaring, "You moron. They can dress any way they want on casual day. It still doesn't give you the right to stare. And don't forget during the week. The gals you were staring at may not have known it at the time, but others did, and reported it to me. If they did do this as a set up to get you, it has worked quite well. So don't push it unless you already have another job lined up." I was dumbfounded, and just held my tongue as I left Ellen's office. Half pay, now I was going to have to tell Peg. I could probably sneak by with a 10% cut, but not a 50% cut. I went home with an upset stomach.

Peg was busy at home putting packing tape on boxes. The boxes were all shipping boxes that were the same size. She had seven boxes in all, and she asked me to load them into her SUV. I asked her what was in the boxes, and she told me she had cleaned out the back of the closet and the storage in the basement. She said we needed more room, and this was all junk and old clothes she was going to donate to charity. She said some had glass in them, so be careful. I picked up the first box, and it was quite heavy. I decided to load them one at a time so as to delay telling Peg about my being cut to half pay. Some of the boxes were lighter than the first box, but most were heavy. I figured she had put some of our old dinner plates and bowls in the heavy ones. When I was done, Peg said she had dinner ready and she made me my favorite desert, pineapple upside down cake. I couldn't believe it, so I asked her how. She said they only had one surgery scheduled that morning and after ten, they were done for the week.

I hesitated telling her about my pay cut, and she sensed something was wrong. She asked, "what's Wrong honey? Is there something you want to tell me? Is everything alright, are you sick?" I answered "Nothing at all." She then said, "I know. How about some sex, but this time I'll be the aggressive one. Think that will cheer you up?" Of course I agreed. I thought that after she climaxed would be the best time to tell her about my pay cut. We went upstairs, and she told me to strip, and lay on the bed on my back. Of course I was out of my clothes in record time, and on my back. Peg went into the bathroom and came out in a pink baby doll PJ top. She looked hot, and I told her that. She said that I was to refer to her as Mistress Peg for the night, and we were going to have some kinky sex, as I was now her sex slave. I had a rock hard dick as she told me this, I had never been this turned on. Then she said, "Before I ride my slave to multiple orgasms, there are slave rules that must be obeyed. First, you must always address me as Mistress Peg. Second, when asked a question, you will only answer Yes Mistress Peg. And third, to make sure I'm in total control, I'm going to strap you down to the bed so I am the one doing the riding. I'm the top, you're the bottom tonight." I agreed to all terms. Man I was horney.

I don't know where peg got them, but she proceeded to place wrist and ankle cuffs on me, and lock small chains to the cuffs. Next she had me move farther up on the bed, and she lightly strapped my arms to the corners of the bed. Then she did the same to my legs. When she asked if I was comfortable, I answered "Yes Mistress Peg." She said that wouldn't do. Then she tightened the chains as tight as she could, reminding me to keep my mouth shut and not say a word, as she was in charge now. Then she asked, "Is my little Sissy feeling better now?" What's with the little sissy bit, she was acting strange. I answered, "Yes Mistress Peg" like a good slave. She then moved up to my face, and said before she would ride my dick, I had to tongue her to four orgasms. She then sat on my face, and I could hardly breath. She said, "If you want air sissy, you better get that tongue working fast and deep." I started tonguing like crazy, and she adjusted her self so that I could get some air, but not to easily. After what seemed like an hour, she had her fourth orgasm. She said that I had a great tongue. My tongue and jaws were killing me, but I said the Yes Mistress Peg. She looked at me and asked if I still wanted to have her ride my dick, I answered "Oh Yes Mistress Peg, Please Mistress Peg." She said, Well sissy, I'll do it, but I'm not going to look at your face, instead, I'll face your feet." With that said, she climbed on me and started to ride me. I started to hump her, even tied as tight as I was. She then abruptly stopped and turned to face me, "Look sissy, if you want to cum, I want you to just lay there like a sissy and enjoy me humping you. If you move, I'll stop, got it?" I replied, "Yes Mistress Peg." With that done, She started to push something up my ass. Oh my God, I thought she was pushing the largest dildo she good get up me, and she was not being gentle. She started to ride me again, and then it hit me. It wasn't a dildo, but a large vibrator. I didn't know if I could take it much longer, and I couldn't. I exploded into Peg like I never had before.

Boy was Peg mad. I went soft, and she hadn't climaxed. She turned at me and started yelling, "You little sissy slut. Couldn't hold your load. Well now you'll bring me off with your tongue again, and lick your cum out of me, maybe that's what you planned. I know how much sissies like a man's cum in their mouth, isn't that right sissy?" With being all tied up, I had no choice but to answer, "Yes Mistress Peg." She left the vibrator in while I licked and tongued her. I was at opposite extremes. I was having sex with the woman I loved, but not in the way I liked. I didn't like eating my cum from her pussy, and I certainly didn't like the huge vibrator up my ass. When Peg was satisfied, she climbed off of me, and said she was going to take a shower. She said she would let me enjoy the vibrator for a few more hours, as she thought it made me happy. What kind of torment I had. The vibrator gave me another hard on, but I couldn't reach my dick to get myself off, and she knew this. After her shower, she came out to me and asked if I wanted the vibrator removed. I immediately said,"Yes Mistress Peg" without even thinking why I still referred to her as Mistress. She then said, "If I take out the vibrator, I want you to spend the night tied up." She then removed the vibrator rather abruptly, leaving my ass feeling rather empty. She asked If I had anything I wanted to talk about, and I shook my head no. I wasn't going to tell her anything about work being that I was tied up for the night. She then produced a catheter and started to push it up my dick, telling me that this will relieve my bladder during the night. She then took a syringe and inflated the catheter so that it was locked into my bladder. I said, "Thank You Mistress Peg." She then came up to my head holding a penis gag on a harness. She squeezed my balls, and when I opened my mouth to scream, she shoved the gag in. It was huge, and almost touched the back of my throat. It was very big in diameter, and my jaws hurt right away. She next placed the harness straps in place. Under the chin, over the ears, and one up over the top of my head. They came together at the back of my head where she secured them, and then locked them in place. She then went back to the foot of the bed and made sure the urine bag was hanging on the catheter, so as it filled, it would pull on the catheter. She then gave it a tug which resulted in a muffled scream from me.

The night gave me no relief. I couldn't sleep. I had never seen this side of Peg before. Peg came in at 8:00AM and said, "Well, well, well. Did my little sissy have a good night? You'll be released in a little bit now." Just then I heard the doorbell ring, and Peg went to answer it. We had company, and it sounded like five of her girlfriends. Oh why hadn't she shut the door. What if her girlfriends pass by and see me laying naked like this. I heard giggling and laughter that was getting closer. Then the six of them entered our bedroom. I was right about five other gals, but they weren't her girlfriends. All I could do was to try and hide from Ellen and four of the gals from work. They burst out laughing at my predicament. It turned out that Peg knew about my pay cut, as Ellen kept her informed of my staring incidents at work. Peg was still upset from the restaurant. The girls all came up to stare at my naked body and make comments about how I was going to look so cute when they were done. This scared me, but I made my mind up to fight them, after all, I was a man .Surely a 5'8" man can over power 6 women who are only 5'4" tall. Then I had a surprise as Peg showed me a syringe. She told me it was a muscle relaxer for patients going into surgery. Basically, I would be awake, but not able to have any control of my muscles. I would be at their mercy.

The first thing after they untied me, was a complete body waxing. It hurt like hell, but I was powerless against them. Peg kept giving me injections as needed to keep me still. They waxed everything below my neck. I had no pubic hair left, and they took turns waxing me there, such fun. They also waxed my eyebrows into fine arched thin lines. They glued D cup breasts on me. Then they put a corset around me and rolled me onto my stomach. Peg had Ellen help her draw me up tight. This took 20 minutes till they were satisfied with the fit. I could barely breathe between the muscle relaxer and the corset. Peg said that I would wear a corset from now on, and only be out of it for a bath, or swimming. They then put pink satin panties on me, and a pair of control top panty hose. As Ellen and Peg were doing my bottom half, the other gals were doing my top half. Two of them were doing my nails, putting on acrylic nails with a tip that extended ½ inch past my finger tips. Working nails they said .They were putting 3 coats of a bright red polish on them. One was working on my make-up, one was putting some type of strips on my head, gluing them at the base of the hair follicles.These strips held my shoulder lenth, bleached blonde wig in place. One was putting ice behind my ears and then piercing them. She gave me 3 piercings in each ear, placing large pink rose studs in each. She was mumbling on how to take care of them, but I was more concerned about my feet. Ellen and Peg were forcing my feet into some shoes that were bending my toes way back. I felt them wrap ankle straps around my ankles and heard a click, which turned out to the locks on the 6" stiletto shoes. I was then left on the bed, and retied. I was told that they would release me when the muscle relaxer wore off.

Two hours later, the women came back. The relaxer had worn off, but I was still having trouble breathing. Peg said,"Oh look, my little sissy has the vapors. We'll have to teach her how to breathe when in a corset, after all, she'll be wearing one for a long time. They untied me, and I tried running to Peg's vanity mirror. I fell, much to the girl's amusement. They said it would take awhile for me to get used to get used to 6" stiletto heels. They hurt like hell, and I couldn't stand straight. My calves hurt, and I had to take tiny, feminine steps. I got to the vanity and stared at my reflection. I looked like a big busted bimbo. Peg then came into the room carrying a top and mini skirt. It was a tight, form fitting, red knit top. It had a jewel neck and cap sleeves. She told me to put my deodorant on first, and handed me a feminine deodorant stick that was clear. After I applied that, I put on the top, and it came down to just below my belly button. The denim mini skirt was pleated half way down, and zipped in the back. Peg and Ellen helped me into this. They pulled it up about 6" higher then I would have. Even with the corset on, it was snug. I once again looked in the mirror. My gawd. I was dressed like a teen. The top barely covered the skirt top. If I moved wrong, my corset would show. My skirt was so short, when I sat down, you could see the control portion of my panty hose. And If I turned around too fast, the pleats flared out and showed my panty hose and panties. I had a hard time getting down the stairs to the living room in the heels. Once down stairs, I was told of my punishment.

First I was told that I would always refer to Peg as Mistress Peg from now on. Then the big one hit me. Ellen said that the gals at work had enough of me on Friday, and wanted an immediate change. The gals came up with their own punishment. They don't think it's fair that at half pay, you will actually be making less than them. They think that you should make what they make. They base this on you working as one of the office gals. You will have to wear skirt suits and 3" heels to work, and on casual day, they want you to wear denim skirts , nylons, and 2" heels. They want you to be stared at when you come and go from work. They also will be able to stare at you, and make comments. They will have the right to call you sissy, Daisy, or sissy daisy. Peg said that she had picked out daisy for my new name. There were giggles all around, except from me. Before I could ask, Peg said that this is for one year, that is unless I get caught staring at women. Each time I'm caught would add 1 month to my punishment. Then peg said that she did not want me in pants around the house. She wanted me in skirts or dresses, and 4" heels as I did the house work. When she would have friends over, I would be a French Maid, and wear my 6" heels. Peg then produced a key and unlocked my shoes. She than gave me a pair of red 3" ankle strap heels. I put them on, but she wasn't happy. She told me to tighten the ankle straps more, until they dug in a little. The girls then handed me a small purse with long thin strap. They showed me how to place it over my shoulder. The purse itself rested against my hip. Then they said, let's go shopping. Ellen was going to stay with Peg to work out some details. I had no money to go shopping, and I explained this to Peg. She apologized saying that she forgot, and handed me a little pink wallet. I opened it, and there was no money in it. When I told Peg, she laughed and said, "Of course not. Sissies don't use money, they use their credit cards. Your drivers license is in their too. You'll probably have to convince them that you're a man in a skirt. The gals won't vouch for you, that's part of the embarrassment you be getting for the next year. Now you be good and listen to the girls. You need a lot of clothes for work, and a lot of heels too. Now off with you sissy. Oh, I almost forgot Those boxes you loaded for me were all of you're clothes and shoes. Ellen and I are going to drop them off after you girls leave. So you really do need new clothes. Have fun Daisy.

  

  

  

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