My Perfect Sissy Housewife

Two years ago, my husband finally admitted to me that he was a crossdresser.  Of course, I had figured that out years earlier -- but I just waited patiently for him to finally admit it to me.  And during those years of waiting, I had been thinking long and hard about how I was going to deal with my husband's crossdressing.

So when he finally said something, I let loose with my well prepared list of demands.  I started by telling him that, from now on, I would be wearing the pants in the family.  My career was really taking off and his was going nowhere.  I decided that I would like to have a sweet little housewife taking care of me and my home full-time.  That would be his job from now on.

And he would not be just any housewife.  Oh no.  He would take the role of a traditional, obedient, submissive homemaker from decades past.  He would live and dress the part.  Every detail would have to be perfect and to my liking -- from his pretty hair-do, to his pleated skirt, to the sheer hostess apron tied aroung his trim little waist to the smile on his pink, glossy lips as he went about his chores.  His endless chores!

At first, he tried to protest but he was simply too much of a sissy to fight me.  I started implementing our "lifestyle changes" right then and there.  I made him hand over his license, credit cards and passport -- and watch as I ran them through the shredder.  Within a week, I had him empty every closet and drawer of his old clothes and reminders of his old life, which I refilled with his new homemaker fashions.  Within a month, we had moved to a new town to make it easier for us to restart our life as a high powered lady executive and her devoted, old fashioned housewife and partner.

That was two years ago and my husband is now been completely transformed, in body and mind, into the gentle, doting housewife I wanted.  He has become completely proficient at doing all his housewifey chores, from cooking, to cleaning,to giving me footrubs, to preparing my martini when I get home in the evening.  Here he is doing the laundry.  He takes such pride in being the perfect housewife.  Look at how happy he is knowing that he is pleasing me.

I have recently started dating one of the senior partners at my law firm.  He will be coming over to my house tonight for a romantic dinner that my hubby-housewife will prepare and serve.  If the date goes well, hopefully my sissy will be serving us breakfast in bed as well.






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A Sissy's Titties Are Put to Good Use

Look at my pathetic sissy husband now!  And to think that I endured years of abuse from this sissy faggot.

Two years ago, he accidentally left his computer on and I saw that he was visiting this website, Linda's Tormented Sissies and Forced Feminization Captions!  I was absolutely horrified by what I saw in this blog.  It was filled with disgusting stories with graphic pictures about men being forced to become sissy playthings for their cruel Masters and Mistresses.

After discovering his internet habit, I started going through his closets and drawers to see what else I would find.  Well, not only did I find a whole suitcase of women's clothing that he must dress up when I'm not home, but I even found a stack of magazines called "Forced Womanhood." Gross.

I didn't waste any time.  Within 48 hours, I "enrolled" the little sissy in a forced fem clinic, arranged for a divorce and got on with my life. 

Now, two years later, I have a whole new life.  My ex-husband is back home -- but he is now my sexy, big boobed sissy slave.  He is now completely docile and obedient.  And serves me -- and my hunky new boyfriend --  whenever and however we desire. 

My boyfriend has an enormous cock.  Monstrous, really.  And he really enjoys tittie fucking my ex!  First he pours some ice cold lube between hubby's tits.  Then he starts ramming away.  Hubby has been trained to press his big boobs together around my boyfriend's cock.  And on every stroke, my sissy hubby has to open his mouth wide to accept the head of my boyfriend's huge cock.   In and out, up and down, back and forth -- my boyfriend's huge dick rams into my ex's mouth -- over and over and over. Until my boyfriend cums.  Then he rams his dick deep into my sissy's mouth and pumps his hot cum down my ex's throat.

Sometimes I get out my camcorder and video my sissy hubby's tittie fucking performances.  Maybe I'll post these videos on Linda's Tormented Sissies site!



Sissy Goes Outside Part 5

For the last few weeks, I've been with Dick every possible minute.  We spend hours in his apartment where he lets me suck on his cock and please him in other ways.  I love making him cum!  It makes me feel alive and valuable to know that I'm giving my Man the pleasure he deserves.

And now we go out together at night too, several times a week.  We go to the movies and bars and restaurants.  It is so exciting to be the feminized Sissy possession of a big strong man.  I love spending my afternoons making myself pretty for Master Dick.  And I love spending my nights being kissed and fucked by him.

I am working so hard to make myself more feminine and sexy for Dick.  I've been dieting and lost seven pounds.  And I've started taking my sister's birth control pills.  The pills have already started making my skin softer and prettier and my nipples have become very swollen and sensitive.

Dick is nice to me almost all the time.  But sometimes I disappoint him and he has to punish me.  I understand.  It is important that I learn to be a perfect Sissy and to always please my Master.  Sometimes Master Dick has to spank me if I have failed him in some way.  He seems to like spanking me, especially if we are out in public.  I am very grateful to my Master for helping me to become a better Sissy.

Master Dick had told me that he had "special plans" for tonight. So I stole this elegant outfit and strappy I I wanted to look my best for my big night with Master Dick, so I borrowed and pretty lacy outfit and sexy strappy shoes from my mother's closet. Then I spent most of the afternoon at the beauty salon and had the girls give me "the works". They even gave my hair some pretty highlights.   I feel so beautiful and feminine!  Dick almost fainted when he saw me!

Dick had made reservation at the fancy French restaurant overlooking the river.  It was all so romantic!  And then, as we were waiting for dessert, Dick got down on one knee.  The whole restaurant went silent and everyone was watching us.  Then, Dick pulled a ring from his pocket and said loudly enough for all to hear, "Will you marry me?  Would you be my Sissy Wife?"

"Oh yes!  Yes!" I exclaimed.  "Of course I'll be your Sissy Wife!"

The people in the restaurant clapped, although they seemed a bit confused by what they just saw and heard.

So now I am going to be married to my Master Dick, who I adore and worship.  I will be able to dedicate the rest of my life to pleasing and serving my Master/Husband.  I am so happy!

And it is all because my sister and her friends caught me dressing in her clothes just a few months ago.  What a lucky Sissy I am!

A Sissy's Passage to India

Sissy Kismet was one of my bus depot runaway finds. He was young, small, alone and desperate. Just perfect for me!

I had an outstanding order from an Indian textile billionaire.  He had given me very precise specifications but I just couldn't find the right raw materials to make the Sissy wife he wanted. He also had a practically unlimited budget, so I was motivated not to disappoint this client.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this perfect little sissy-to-be. It was easy to lure this frightened, exhausted little runaway back to my home where I could perform my feminization magic.

Within 24 hours, my latest acquisition was begging to be returned to his wretched life as a hungry bus depot runaway -- anything to escape the horror of his forced transformation.  I had to do a rush job.  My Indian client wanted to take delivery in just seven months so I pulled out all the stops.  Little Sissy Kismet's life became a non-stop, 24/7 exercise in extreme feminization.   I used massive dosages of hormones, some quick surgeries combined with brutal behavior modification training to perform the rapid transformation.

In preparation for my client taking delivery of his new young Sissy bride, he had purchased a traditional Indian wedding outfit -- complete with a long silk sari, veil and jewelry -- and had it shipped to me.  On the day my client came to inspect his new possession for the first time, I dressed the precious little Sissy in his wedding dress and jewels and carefully did his make-up to make him look both exotic and innocent.  I was delighted with how he looked.

Poor Sissy Kismet was in such a panic waiting for his new Husband and Master to arrive.  The pathetic little thing was literally quivering with terror.  But things really started to be fun when my client arrived.

My rich Indian client was repulsive.  He was a fat, disgusting brute.  He even smelled bad.  But when he first laid eyes on Sissy Kismet, I could tell that I had exceeded his expectations.  As he walked around his Sissy bride, inspecting his purchase, his excitement mounted.  The Sissy just stood there, motionless as he had been trained, his eyes looking down to the floor.  The disgusting businessman gave his Sissy's ass a firm squeeze.  He reached one massive hand down the front of his Sissy's sari, roughly feeling the Sissy's tiny but growing breasts.  Sissy let our an adorable little yelp when that happened.

The businessman started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but I stopped him.  "Oh no!  You can't do that yet.  Not until you've paid!"

"Fine." the businessman grumbled.  "I'm late for a meeting anyway."  He re-zipped his pants and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him.  "Here," he said as he handed me the case.  I opened it.  Inside were stacks of hundred dollar bills.  My full payment in cash.

"Deliver him to my private plane in the morning," he said to me.  And to his lovely little Sissy he said, "And when we arrive in India, you and I will be married.  Won't that be wonderful!  You will be my little Sissy wife and slave for the rest of your life."

Sissy Weddings!!! A Sissy Prepares to Walk Down the Aisle

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!

It is such fun preparing a reluctant Sissy for his big day.  Ideally, a Sissy doesn't even get to meet his new Master/Husband until he is standing on the alter, repeating the vows that I've written for him.

Sissy Bethany's wedding was such a special day.  Over the past two years, relentless training, surgery and hormones had transformed an ordinary young man into an exquisite feminized Sissy.  The tranformation was difficult, but Sissy Bethany was beginning to understand that he had no hope of ever regaining either his freedom or his masculinity.  And physically, Sissy Bethany's transformation was nearly perfect.  His facial features were delicate and beautiful, his breasts were full and luscious, and his skin was silky and smooth.

It was only two weeks ago that I informed Sissy Bethany that I had arranged for him to be married.  I told him in lurid detail how he was soon to become the property of a real man.  He sobbed when I told him this.  He was terrified by the idea of becoming the Sissy Wife and Slave to a superior male that he had never met.  How he begged me not to make him marry another man!

But of course, nobody cares what a Sissy wants.  And I warned him sternly that I would tolerate no complaints or misbehavior on his wedding day.

When the big day came, I had the girls from the salon meet at us the church where there is a small room near the back where brides can get ready.  The salon girls did a lovely job -- both with his make-up and with tormenting him.  Then I dressed him in the most adorable bridal lingerie set I had ever seen.  The corset-like top showed off his big soft boobs so nicely.  He wore 4 inch white satin pumps on his stockinged feet.  I pinned the lace-trimmed veil to his hair.  He eyed with fear and curiousity the enormous white garment bag hanging in the corner, holding the gown he had never seen.

The guests were arriving.  From the room in the back, I had Sissy Bethany peak out into the church.  There were over 200 guests (all friends of the Groom, of course)  seated in the pews, all happily chatting with one another, waiting for the ceremony to begin.   That's when his fear blossomed into a full panic.  "Please Mistress, PLEASE!" the pathetic thing begged.  "Please don't make me do this!"

Well that did it.  I slapped him hard across the face and screamed at him, "Now listen here, Missy!  Stop your whining right this minute.  You are going to march up that aisle like a good sissy and surrender yourself to your new Husband and Master!  Or do I have to give you a spanking?"  My voice was loud enough to be heard by the guests in the church, who all started laughing at Sissy Bethany's humiliation.

Just then the organ started playing the Wedding March.  "Time to go, Sissy," I said.

"Alright, Mistress," Sissy managed to say through his tears.  "I'll be good.  Will you help me with my gown?" he asked, pointing to the garment bag.

"Oh no, Sissy.  No gown for you.  Because you misbehaved, you can be married dressed just as you are.  I'm sure your Husband/Master will enjoy seeing you wearing your sissy lingerie as you recite your vows to him.  And I'll bet some guests won't be able resist giving you a feel as you walk pass."

Sissy Bethany went pale with shock.  I handed the Sissy his bouquet and literally shoved him out the door.  "Start walking," I said pointing down the aisle.  And that's what Sissy Bethany did, slowly and shamefully walking down the aisle, wearing only his exquisite lingerie and veil, towards his future as a Sissy Slave Wife.  The guests hooted and laughed as the humiliated and half-naked Sissy walked by.

Sissy Weddings!!! Short Gowns for your Sissy

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Sissy Weddings!!! Selecting the Perfect Gown for your Sissy Bride

A Si ssy wedding can be such fun!  Fun for you as the Sissy's Owner and Trainer, that is.  When done properly, a wedding should be a horrifying nightmare of fear and humiliation for your Sissy.

Selecting the right wedding gown for your Sissy is so important.  While almost all gowns are quite elegant and lovely and feminine, I work very hard to find gowns for my Sissies that are somehow special -- that have a certain something extra.  I look for a gown that emphasizes the fact that this Sissy creation is not just feminine.  No, the gown has to say that the Sissy wearing it is beyond girlish, that the Sissy has utterly surrendered himself to a doll-like existance for the entertainment and pleasure of a real man.  The Sissy should look and feel as if he is an elegantly wrapped present of subservience and daintiness being displayed for the pleasure of his new Husband/Owner and for the guests attending the ceremony.

Here are two photos from Sissy weddings I arranged last year. These were two of my favorites.  Both of these Sissies had been hard to break at first, but as you can see from the photos, in the end they were both the very essence of defeated, hopeless Sissy surrender that is just so appealing.

It is breathtaking to watch that final remnant of a Sissy's free will and sense of self evaporate as his gown is lowered over his head on his wedding day!  If your Sissy starts silently sobbing, his head bowed, as you lace him into his gown, you know you have picked the perfect dress!

Sissy Weddings!!! A Young Sissy Bride Prepares for his Big Day

I do so enjoy a Sissy wedding!  Almost nothing fills me with so much joy as seeing one of my Sissy creations forced to marry a man that I have selected for them.  As a full-time Sissy Trainer, I am paid very richly to provide Sissy brides to wealthy men looking to fulfill their fantasies.                                                                                                                                                                                 Sissy Abigail's wedding was one of my favorites.  Just look at him -- so young, so sweet, so scared!  I had such a good time preparing Sissy Abigail for his big day.  All those months of trying on gowns, learning to recite the vows I wrote for him, the dance lessons, the dildo practice...

Sissy Abigail was forced to try on hundreds of gowns before I selected the perfect one.  The girls at the bridal salon had such fun teasing and torturing my little Sissy.  They gushed about how sweet or how sexy each gown made him look.  They told Sissy Abigail how pleased and aroused each dress would make his new Husband/Master.  And of course they talked endlessly about how exciting Sissy's wedding night would be and how amazing it would feel being fucked by his new Husband/Master.

 

The dresses above were two of my favorites.  Sissy Abigail looked simply darling in them both.  But when he tried on the dress on the left,  I knew it was the one!  Seeing my little Sissy encased in acres of chiffon left me breathless.  And the effect on Sissy Abigail was just as profound.  He felt so helpless and hopeless -- just look at his sad and scared little face -- priceless!  He felt like a present that was beautifully wrapped for his new Husband/Master to open and enjoy.  And of course, the little Sissy was absolutely correct.  That is exactly what he had become; a possession for a superior male who would own, control and dominate him for the rest of his Sissy life!

A Sissy Honeymoon

For the last two years, I have been under the strict and controlling hand of Master Roman.  He has trained and transformed me into an exquisitiely feminine, obedient and docile Sissy.

At first I resisted my captivity and transformation.  But Master Roman skillfully -- and often cruelly -- destroyed my will to resist as he forced my inner femininity to blossom.  Eventually I learned to embrace my new existance as Master Roman's obedient Sissy servant.  My life now revolves around pleasing and serving my Master -- and nothing else.

I must have succeeded in pleasing Master Roman because he asked me to marry him!  We had a lovely, private ceremony where I took my vow of obedience and servitude, and then Master Roman whisked me down to Jamaica for our Honeymoon. 

As we stood under the waterfall, I could feel Master Roman's cock getting hard as he pressed against me.  He held me tightly in his big strong arms, kissing me.  His hands moved up to my soft little breasts that had developed from the hormones Master Roman had been giving me.  He untied the little bikini top that I was wearing.  I moaned softly as his fingers played with my swollen, sensitive nipples.

"Who are you?" Master Roman whispered into my ear.

"I am your obedient and loving Sissy Wife," I replied as he had trained me.  He smiled.

"And who am I?" Master asked.

"You are my Husband and my Master who I will serve and obey and for the rest of my life.  My only purpose is to please you," I said, reciting the acceptable answer. 

Master nodded and replied, "That's right.  And now to please me I want you to suck my cock."

I instantly fell to my knees and quickly pulled Master's cock into my mouth.  The water where we were standing was fairly deep so I struggled to breathe as I pulled his enormous hard rod into my mouth. 

As he started to cum, Master Roman said, "Sissy Wives don't need to breathe.  They just need to suck cock."  He then pushed my head underwater and held it there.  Even though I was practically drowning, I felt so fulfilled knowing that I was performing a service that pleased my Husband/Master so greatly.  It felt wonderful to being a good Sissy Wife, on my knees, feeling my Master/Husband's hot cum blasting into my mouth and down my throat.  Even as I started to lose consciousness, I ensured that I had thoroughly drained my Master/Husband and had swallowed every drop.

When I regained consciousness, I was on the floor of our hotel room.  These was a note jammed in my bikini bottoms that said, "Get cleaned up and put on new bikini.  Meet me in hot tub next to the big pool.  Hurry.  I need another underwater blowjob right now."

A Sissy Wife's job is never done.

Sissy's Sexy New Lingerie

 "Oh Sissy Belinda!  Come here!" my Wife shouted from her bedroom, ringing a bell that could be heard throughout the house.  I had been dreading this moment all night. 

Four hours ago, before going out on a date with her new boyfriend, my Wife handed me a box from a fancy lingerie shop downtown.  "There is a very pretty new bra and panty set in the box.  I want you to be wearing this and looking your sexiest when I get home.  And I want you wearing this pink bow in your hair.  And this lacey glove.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I meekly replied.  And while my Wife was out on her date, I dressed in the outfit as ordered.  I carefully tucked my pathetic little cockette away to ensure there would be no unsightly bulges.  I worked very hard to make my hair and make-up look sexy too.

My wife had returned home about an hour ago and was entertaining her new lover in the Master bedroom.  I had been waiting in silence in the laundry room, which was now also my bedroom.   And now I had been summoned.

I raced up the stairs to my Wife's master bedroom because my Wife hates to be kept waiting.  There I found my Wife and her lover sitting in bed naked, breathless from having just made love.

"You see, Charles, you didn't believe me.  This is my Sissy husband.  I call him Belinda now," my Wife explained to her muscular and handsome lover.

"No way!" he exclaimed in disbelief.  "That hot chick was your husband?"

"Well, unfortunately, technically he still is my husband, but you neededn't worry about that."  Then to me she said, "Well don't just stand there, Sissy Belinda.  Show us what you got.   Give us some sexy poses and show us what a pretty and pathetic little Sissy you've become.  I want to take some more photos of you."

As instructed, I struck several provocative poses, while my wife snapped away with her camera.  I could see the sheets cover Charles' lap begin to stir as I did my thing.  Obviously he was enjoying my performance and getting excited.

"And Charles, Sissy Belinda doesn't just look and act like a girl.   Oh no, he also sucks cock like a girl.  Isn't that true Sissy?"

"Yes Ma'am," I replied shamefully.  This was not the first time that my Wife had brought a lover home and forced me to "entertain" him.

"Well then, don't just stand there. Get over here and wrap your lips around this," she commanded as she threw back the sheets.  I gasped with when I saw her lover's monstrous cock.  My wife roared wife laughter seeing the shock on my face.  "Get busy Sissy!"

Sissy's Night Out

I am a life-long crossdresser.  I had thought that I was so lucky to have a supportive and understanding wife.  Every Saturday night, my wife and I go out to restaurants and dance clubs as two girls.  After years of practice and lots of help from my wife, I have become completely passable as a woman.  It is so exciting being out in public as "girlfirends" with my wife. 

But tonight, as I was finishing my make-up for our "ladies" night on the town, my wife announced a change of plans.  Tonight we weren't just going out as two girlfriends, as usual.  Tonight, we were going out on a DOUBLE DATE! 

At first I just laughed, but then, to my horror, I realized that she was completely serious.  She had everything all arranged.  Her date was a handsome and successful plastic surgeon that she knew -- it was the same doctor that did her boob job last year!  For me, my wife informed me, she had found (on the internet, of course) a "big and muscular" truck driver that was totally into Sissies like me.  We were first going to have dinner at the French restaurant by the river, and then dancing at the club at the Hyatt. 

Then my wife dangled two Hyatt hotel keys in front of me.  Oh my God!  She had reserved two hotel rooms.  "That's right, Sissy," my wife sneered.  "Tonight we are both going to spend the night with our 'boyfriends.'  Since it's a first date for you, that makes you a slut!" she said with a big laugh.  "Of course, I've been sleeping with my boyfriend for months -- but I guess you didn't know that."

I was in shock and I was terrified.  Tears started to well up in my eyes -- both from the news that my wife had been sleeping with another man and from the fact that I was being forced into a weird sexual encounter with another man.

"Oh don't look so sad!  We'll have a great time.  You'll just LOVE being out with a big strong man.  Now put a smile back on your face and finish doing your make-up right this minute!" she commanded.  "Mmmm, yes that's nice.  Use lots of lip gloss.  That pretty mouth of yours is going to get a lot of use tonight!"

"Now hurry up and grab your purse.  Our boyfriends are waiting for us downstairs.  Let's go, Sissy!"

Sissy Dream becomes a Nightmare

I had thought that my wildest dreams had come true. But in reality, my life had become a horrible nightmare.

At first my lovely wife had been so supportive and accepting of my crossdressing. She encouraged me to dress often and helped me to perfect my feminine appearance. She pushed me to take my crossdressing "to the next level." It was so exciting! I let my blonde hair grow long and even started on hormones. Eventually, I quit my job and start living as my dark and exotic wife's fulltime "girlfriend."

For my birthday, my wife gave me the most incredible gift ever -- she arranged for me to get breast implants and facial surgery. Wow! She said that loved me so much and that she wanted me to become sexy and beautiful for her. I scheduled the surgery as quickly as I could. And I was delighted with the results -- the doctors carved me into a pretty little blonde sex kitten. I was so excited about returning home to be my wife's perfectly feminized Sissy girlfriend.







But when I returned home, I discovered that Matt Johnson, my wife's old boyfriend, had moved into our house!  My wife declared that from now on, she and I were no longer married to each other -- now we were both "married" to Matt.  My wife explained the new rules that would govern the rest of my life:  I was to be completely obedient to Matt (who I had to call "Sir" or "Master Johnson"), and serve him in any and all ways.  Matt was a powerfully built man, with an insatiable sex drive and an enormous cock.  Every night and every morning, Master Johnson brutally fucks my ass or my face, while my wife torments and gropes me.  And then I have endure watching in silence as he fucks my wife. 

I am trapped in a never ending Sissy nightmare.

Sissy's First Date

The girls at the salon had great fun with me today, spending hours on my hair and make-up.  They even gave me a bikini wax.  All afternoon they chattered excitedly about my big date tonight -- my first date with a man!  I am absolutely terrified and disgusted by the whole idea.


After discovering my crossdressing secret two years ago, my wife has been forcing me to become more feminine and subservient.  She has used diet, hormones and coercion to transform me from a closeted crossdresser to a pathetic, full-time sissy under the complete control of my wife. 


My wife no longer accepts me as her husband and has recently started entertaining her new lovers in our home,  And now she has told me that I also need to have male lovers! 


That is why I have been all dolled up for my big date tonight.  My wife arranged everything.  She picked the man ("Very tall, very muscular -- a real alpha male!" she said), picked the rerstaurant and ever reserved a hotel room for afterwards.  I have been instructed to please him in every way and that I may not come home until morning.  Also -- I will be in big trouble if he doesn't ask for a second date.


My wife insisted on snapping photos while I got dressed.  She had me perch on the chair and pose for some sexy photos in just my underwear.  I forced myself to smile so as not to anger her.  She made it very clear to me that she expected me to be enthusiastic and charming at all times -- regardless of how I actually felt. 

"Enough prancing around in your sexy undies," my wife siad.  "Let's get you into that pretty dress I bought for you.  You are going to look so pretty tonight!  Your handsome date will be simply delighted!"

Just as my wife finished zipping up my form fitting dress, the doorbell rang.  "Oh, he's here!" my wife exclaimed.  I felt faint and wanted to run and hide -- but I had no where to go.  My wife handed me a cute clutch purse and pushed me towards the door.  "Now, be a good little sissy and do everything I taught you.  And maybe next week we can go on a double date with both of our boyfriends.  See you in the morning!" 

A Sissy Anniversary Surprise

Things had difficult at home for several months.  My wife had known about my interest in crossdressing for several years and had seemed pretty accepting.  However, recently she had been getting very annoyed about how much time -- and money -- I was spending on my crossdressing habit.  She said it was interfering with our relationship.  She insisted that I scale back on my crossdressing activities but I didn't listen.  But as our tenth anniversary approached, she seemed to relent.  As a peace offering, she gave me the most lavish nightgown set as my anniversary gift.  My present included sexy matching shoes, stockings, a sparkly necklace and a gorgeous new wig.  My wife even arranged for a make-up artist to come to the house who not only did my hair and face, but also managed to attach my breast forms in a way that made my cleavage look real.

 

At a few minutes before 8:00, I was ready.  I looked and felt so sexy and feminine and happy.  I turned the lights down low, lit some candles in the master bedroom and struck a sexy pose.  At precisely 8:00, as we had agreed, my wife knocked on the bedroom door.  "Come in," I said in a soft and sultry voice, my heart racing with excitement.

As my wife entered, she immediately turned on the bright ceiling light.  At first I was upset that she was spoiling the romantic mood I had created.  But that's when I saw that there was a tall and handsome man standing behind my wife.  I was paralyzed with shock. 

"Oh my God!" my wife laughed, "I can't believe my sissy husband is actually wearing that ridiculous get-up.  What a pathetic sissy faggot I married."

The man threw one arm around my wife's shoulder and started filming me with a video camera that he held in the other.  "How did you ever convince him to dress up like that?  This is the funniest thing I've ever seen.  Smile for the camera, Sissy!" he taunted.

"Oh believe me," my wife explained, "he doesn't need any convincing to dress up like a little sissy princess.  And now, Sissy, you can dress up whenever you want because now I have a real man to keep me company.  Maybe if you're lucky, someday you can get a real man too!"  They both doubled over with laughter when she said that. 

"Come on Sissy, do a sexy little dance for the camera.  I'm sure that would be a big hit on YouTube!"

Bedtime Sissy