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Vacation Surprise
by Rocco (address withheld)
***
A husband gets a surprise from his wife, while on
vacation. She makes him live out his cross-dressing
fantasy in public, since no one knows them, why not?
(Fdom/M, bd, cd, exh)
***
"Where is my underwear honey?" I asked my wife. This
was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwear
had been disappearing from my drawer over the last 2
weeks. I thought nothing of it and thought that she
simply had not done any laundry. How wrong I was!
"Something went wrong with the washing machine and it
ruined everything in the last load," She said. "Well,
what am I going to wear?" "Here, put these on" as she
handed me a pair of pink satin panties. "Now don't give
me any funny looks, I know you love wearing them; in
fact, I know that you have secretly worn these before."
I looked at her dumfounded...I never thought that she
knew of my fetish, I thought I had been so careful.
"C'mon, lets put these on you." As she pulled them up
to my hips, she stroked my cock through the fabric.
"Mmmm, I see that someone finds this exiting. We may
have to keep it like that."
I wasn't sure what she meant by that remark. With that,
I put the rest of my clothes on, jeans and a T-shirt.
She gave me a slightly disapproving look and said
"Well, we need to go shopping and get some new
underwear for you among other things."
I said, "Can't you just pick up some for me, I want to
watch the football game."
Now she absolutely despises football and this would
normally set her off, but surprisingly, she just smiled
sweetly and said, "Sure thing honey, I'll get
everything you need." Boy would I remember that
statement!
So as she was shopping, I lay on the couch stroking
myself through the panties, embarrassed that my wife
knew of my fetish, but relieved that she seemed so low
key about it. The game turned out to be pretty boring
and I ended up taking a nap. I woke up when she came
home, loaded with bags from various stores.
"Just stay there, I'll put everything away."
***
"What do you say that we go out for dinner," she asked
me. "That sounds like a good idea." "First, I have a
surprise for you. Stand up and close your eyes." I
stood and did as she asked. The next thing I know, she
pulls my hands behind my back and locks them with a
pair of handcuffs.
"What's this all about, Honey?"
"No comments from the peanut gallery," she says as she
puts some sort of gag in my mouth.
"Mmmmfff!" This thing filled up my whole mouth, all the
way to the back of my throat! As I felt it in my mouth,
I realized that it was a penis gag. What was going on?
"Now come along peacefully, or I'll have to take
further steps."
With that I follow her into the bathroom. She takes my
hands and ties a strap to them and pulls it up to the
shower curtain, forcing me to bend over at the waist.
She then takes a pair of scissors and proceeds to cut
my clothes off. "You won't be needing those anymore."
What did she mean by that?
She then took some shaving cream and a razor and
proceeded to shave every bit of hair below my eyebrows.
"I think that since you like wearing panties so much,
you should get some experience of everything else that
goes along with it. You'll find that all of your
clothes have been replaced with something more suitable
for your new station.
Now, I think that about does it. Step in the shower now
and let's rinse you off". There was nothing I could do
except obey. As she rinsed all of the hair off of my
body, my skin felt strange... tingly with no hair.
"Well that looks much better, but we'll have to do
something about your figure. That waistline will never
do. Follow me and we'll take care of it." As we walked
into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laid out on the
bed. It looked like some sort of corset, panties,
stockings, and a short dress. She began to put the
corset on me, and said, "We'll have to do something
about those arms that are in the way."
She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a
leather collar. She then put some leather cuffs on my
wrists, unlocked the handcuffs, and then hooked my
hands behind my head to the collar. I was able to offer
only token resistance as my arms were asleep and numb
from being hooked to the shower. Next, she started
hooking up the corset and pulling the laces in behind
me.
Soon I couldn't breathe and still she was tightening
the laces. "Is that uncomfortable? Well it will give
you some incentive to loose some weight, won't it?"
With a final tug, she finished adjusting the laces with
a full knot.
"I think you'll have an interesting time trying to
untie that by yourself; I don't think you'll be able to
do it. Now let's put some panties on you. Which pair
would you like? You don't care which? Well that's no
way for a lady to show interest in her lingerie. I
guess we'll try the pink satin ones. I think you'll
look cute in them."
Next came a bra in which she placed some breast forms
to fill them out. After that she pulled some stockings
up each leg hooked them to the garters on the corset
and smoothed them out.
"Let's see how this dress I picked out for you fits."
She picked up a shimmery peach colored dress and pulled
it over my head. As it fell over my breasts and hips it
came down to only mid-thigh! She looked at me with a
grin on her face and said, "Don't you look adorable!
you'll have to be very careful and ladylike when you
sit or bend over or the world will see your garters and
panties. Only a slut would act like that. If you act
like a slut, I'll have to treat you like one."
What did she mean by 'the world will see me?' I didn't
like the implications in that statement. "Step into
these shoes," she said, as she handed me a pair of
matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 in heel. It was
difficult to keep my balance with my hands at my neck.
"Now its time for your makeup; I'm going to remove the
gag. I don't want to hear a single word or I'll leave
it in for a whole day."
My wife gave me a look that indicated she clearly meant
it. She spent the next thirty minutes completing my
makeup, starting with foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner,
and mascara; a light amount of blush, and finishing
with a bright rose lipstick. She topped it off with a
light brown shoulder length wig.
"Now you can look at yourself." she said as she led my
to a mirror. I couldn't believe it! It was a beautiful
girl who looked back at me. If she was alone in a bar,
every guy in there would hit on her. The dress had a
scooped front almost to my breast forms, which were
ample. It also showed a very flattering figure. No
wonder I couldn't breathe.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the hemline
seemed even shorter, at least 6 inches above my knees.
"Click!" I turned around, and my wife was taking
pictures of me!
"you can't admire yourself all day, we've got a busy
afternoon and evening ahead of us." With that, my wife
clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the garage.
As she opened the passenger door, I began to protest,
"Honey what are you trying to... MMMPPFFFHHH!" She
stuffed the gag back in my mouth and immediately
strapped it behind my head.
"I warned you. Now you'll have to pay the price."
She placed me in the passenger seat and strapped me in.
Bound as I was, with my hands behind my head, there was
no way I could un-strap myself.
As she drove us away, she said, "Now I suppose you're
wondering what this is all about. It's simply really.
I've noticed for that last six months that my clothes
and lingerie have been rearranged when you're home and
I am not. I've been carefully marking my hangars and
drawers to confirm this. I'm going to ensure that you
live this fantasy to the fullest.
"My fantasy is to dominate my husband completely and
I'm going to fulfill that to the fullest also. I've
arranged for your company to give you a two week
surprise vacation starting Monday. They think that
we're going on a cruise. However, for the next two
weeks, you are going to live as a female and follow my
every command.
"If you don't agree, I'll send those pictures to your
boss and secretary. I think they'll have a good laugh
at those, don't you? To get you ready, we're going to
the mall to do some shopping for your vacation."
As we pulled into the mall parking lot she said, "In
case you are getting any second thoughts, notice that
you don't have any car keys, wallet or money. If you
don't do exactly as I say, I'll leave you here to get
back on your own."
She was right! How could I get back, dressed like this.
I couldn't even think of hitchhiking! Cold sweat came
out on my brow as I realized that I was stuck. I had to
do what she said. I didn't even want to think of what
her plans were.
***
I couldn't believe it! Here I was, tied into my car
seat, dressed as a woman for all the world to see. And
my wife was driving me to the shopping mall to shop for
clothes to complete my wardrobe.
After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she
turned to me and unlocked the collar, cuffs, and
removed the gag from my mouth. "Now, can I trust you to
behave in here, or will I have to really embarrass you?
And by behave I mean do everything I say without
question."
With a numb feeling in my stomach I said, "Yes honey,
I'll be good."
"Wonderful, I know we're going to have a marvelous
time."
We got out of the car and walked into the mall. The
heels caused my hips to sway noticeably. She looked at
me with a grin and said, "My, aren't we calling
attention to ourselves," and laughed.
"Our first stop is at the beauty parlor. We don't have
that much time so today we'll just touch up your makeup
and do your nails. Your hair can wait until tomorrow.
I've already made an appointment for you." We walked
into the parlor, and she said, "Hi, I called earlier
for the 'special appointment' for Sheila here."
"Hello, I'm Cindy and everything is ready. Follow me
please," as she led us into a back room. "Please have a
seat here."
I looked at the chair and then my wife with some
misgivings. "SIT DOWN, you heard the lady," my wife
said and shoved me into the chair.
Before I could even recover, she pulled two Velcro
lined straps out of her purse and quickly strapped my
arms to the armrests, rendering me completely helpless.
"Now sit there quietly, or I'll have to take further
steps."
The stylist was trying (not very hard) to cover a big
smirk on her face. "You may begin with her now. I don't
think she'll give any trouble. How long do you think
this will take?"
"For what you requested, about an hour and a half."
"Good, I'll be back then. I want to do some shopping.
If he gives you any trouble, feel free to take whatever
action you think is appropriate."
She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone with
the stylist.
"You aren't going to cause me any trouble, are you?"
I shook my head no.
"Too bad, I think I would enjoy disciplining and
humiliating you."
That definitely made me decide not to resist (As if I
could have anyway). "Debbie here is going to do your
nails, and I will be giving you a light makeover. I
will have to make a separate appointment for your hair
for tomorrow."
She began working on my face as Debbie began my nails.
Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face,
and Debbie was still working on my hands. "This is a
LIGHT makeover?" I wondered to my myself. How long does
it take for a complete job? I really didn't want to
know. At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping
bag. "How are we coming? Oh, that looks just darling."
She grinned at me. She then bent over and began
removing my shoes.
"What are you doing honey?" I asked.
"Oh, I didn't think that those shoes were flattering
enough so I dropped into the Wild Pair to find you a
prettier set. I know your just dying to wear them, but
with that corset on I think you'd have an impossible
time trying to bend over to strap them on."
That was no understatement! I couldn't see what the
shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the
chair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel
than the other set.
"There!" said Cindy. "That about finishes you. How are
you coming, Debbie? Just a few minutes, to let the last
coat dry enough." After about five minutes, she said,
"That about does it. Let's stand up and have a look at
you."
My wife then removed the Velcro straps, freeing me from
the chair. I stood up...and almost fell down! I looked
down at my shoes... they were a pair of cream ankle
straps with at least a 5 inch heel! I could barely
stand in them. It was amazing what a difference an inch
and a half made. I then looked in the mirror and almost
didn't recognize myself. It was a beautiful woman
staring back at me. The skin looked perfectly smooth
and the eyes were strikingly highlighted.
I raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was
seeing and then noticed my nails. One inch long and a
deep liquid red. My wife smiled at me and said, "Don't
they look lovely, Sheila?"
"Y-yes, they're beautiful... I can't believe it."
As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, "By
the way, I asked her to use a permanent set on they
nails. You won't be able to remove them."
I looked down at my hands in shock! How could you hide
nails like that? What would I do at the end of the two
weeks? "Let's go, we've got plenty still to do." And we
walked out of the beauty parlor.
"Now its time for some clothes shopping. With a
gorgeous bod like you have, we have to get you some
'hot' outfits to go with them."
Our first stop was 'The Body Shop'. My wife had me try
on countless outfits. She ended up picking out a short
black leather skirt with matching bustier and a white
satin mini-dress with a scooped neckline. Then she made
me pay for the items with MY American Express Card
which had my real name on it. The sales clerk gave me a
shocked look and then a big smirk. My face turned beet
red from embarrassment.
This continued for about 2 hours. I must have tried on
40 outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs were
killing me from the constant pressure of the corset and
my feet ached from walking and standing in those
incredible heels. "Here we go, one last stop," my wife
said as we turned into another boutique. "Why don't you
have a seat for a couple of minutes."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I sat in the chair
she indicated, relieved to get a load off of my feet. I
carefully smoothed my hemline as I sat down (I had
learned this lesson the hard way through some
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I
was so tired, I didn't know what store I was in, and
really did not care.
One of the clerks came up behind me and said, "Just sit
steady now..." ZAP! There was an intense burning
sensation in my right ear. She held my head with one
hand and said, "Just a few seconds... Hold your head
steady..." ZAP! In the other ear. She then rubbed them
with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few
seconds. "There, that does it. You can get up now."
I stood up an looked in the mirror. She had pierced my
ears and placed a little gold ball in each of them.
What would I do at the at the end of two weeks? Those
holes in my ears were not going away.
"Okay, that finishes us here. Its time for us to go
home and get ready to go out tonight."
We walked back towards the car (slowly, because I was
forced to take such short steps in these shoes). As we
got into the car I turned and said, "Honey, this is
ridicules. Look at my hands; I can't..."
SLAP! She slapped me right across the face.
She immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put
them on me, and secured them behind me to the headrest,
making me completely helpless. "I can see that you need
a lesson to show you that I mean business. Well, when
I'm finished with you, you're going to beg me to dress
you up, take you out, and make you look as pretty and
sexy as possible. I know that you've secretly dreamed
about this. Well it's happening and there is nothing
you can do to stop it."
"But Honey, don't you think that this is a little...
MMFFFPPHH!" as she popped the gag back in your mouth.
"What were you saying dear, I didn't catch that. Oh
well, I guess it wasn't very important."
We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the
passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows
offered me a little protection from casual observation.
As I began to look around me I realized that this was
not the way home! Where was she taking me? She noticed
me squirming and looking around and said, "Don't know
where we're going? Well, as much as you deserve to be
humiliated in public, we are only going to another
store where I have to make a pickup."
Whew! what a relief.
A relief which quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped
and I looked at where we were. It was a shop entitled
'Exotic Leather Goods'. "I need to pick up a few things
to ensure that you learn you lesson properly. Don't do
anything naughty while I'm gone."
So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any
passers by to see, trapped in a feminine appearance and
clothing. Now that we were stopped, the tinted windows
didn't look nearly dark enough.
Suddenly, I saw a man approaching, walking towards the
car. He was casually looking at each of them as he
passed by. Would he notice me through the window? My
heart was racing a mile a minute. Just as it looked as
if he would pass by the window, he stopped and did a
double take. HE SAW ME!
He stood there looking in the window for about a minute
with a big grin on his face while I tried to become
invisible. Just about that time my wife came up to the
car with a bag in her hand.
"Enjoying the view?" She casually asked the man.
"Sure am Honey," he replied with a leer.
"Well this is my display model, look but don't touch."
With that she got in the car and drove us away. As she
drove us home, she said, "I was planning to take you
out for a nice dinner and dancing, but you are
obviously not ready to do that yet. So, instead I am
going to teach you a lesson in obedience tonight. When
I am through with you, you will beg me to dress you up
in sexy outfits so you can show off."
Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think
of what my "lesson" would be. I was sure that it would
not be pleasant.
***
Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned
over, placed the collar around my neck again and
connected my wrist cuffs to the collar. After this she
disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no
chance to get free. She then reached into her bag,
pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar.
Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came
around to my door. I still could not move because I was
still strapped in by the seatbelt. She unhooked it and
gave a tug on the leash.
"Come along now," as we walked into the house.
"Now the first thing we need to work on is this
tendency of yours to talk back and question everything
I say. After all, I can't keep that gag in your mouth
all the time. Well, perhaps I can at that."
I shook my head violently NO.
"Well, you need to show me about that."
Having said that she pulled what looked like a leather
sleeve with some laces running down the length out of
the bag. She then walked out of the room for a few
seconds and returned with several pieces of rope. She
then unlocked the wrist cuffs and had me put my hands
behind my back. She then secured them with the hands
facing.
Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms,
securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder,
guaranteeing that it would not come off. Then she began
tightening the laces, straightening my arms and pulling
my elbows together until they were about 4 inches
apart. This forced me to pull my shoulders back and
arch my back to accommodate the position of my arms. My
arms and shoulders began to ache almost immediately.
"My, aren't you the brazen slut." she laughed as she
looked at me. I had to admit that the way my back was
arched, did throw out my chest emphasizing my breasts.
Next, she look a long length of rope, tied it to a ring
on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook it
the ceiling. That ring! She had me put that in the
ceiling last week for a heavy planter.
How long had she been planting this? A tug on the rope
brought me back to the present. As she pulled in the
rope, it forced me to bend at the waist as my arms were
raised behind me towards the ceiling. Tying the rope
off onto a doorknob, she commented, "There, that should
keep you. Comfy?"
Hardly; I was still in those ridicules heels and this
position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which
were already in agony. Adding to this, the bent over
position made the corset so tight that I was gasping
for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to
pass out.
The next thing I know she is pulling my dress up over
my waist, exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled
the panties down around my ankles. "Are you ready for
your first punishment?"
As she fumbled around in the bag. When I looked, she
had pulled out a leather paddle. There was no doubt
what her intended target was. Bound as I was, there was
also not a single thing that I could do about it.
SMACK! As she connected right on my bare ass. "I think
that 50 is about right for talking back to your
mistress, don't you?"
SMACK! She continued. After about 20, I lost all
control and was crying like a baby. Each stroke seemed
to sting more than the one before it. Finally, she
reached 50. My entire behind felt like it was on fire.
She then pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down
again.
"That was just your first punishment. I told you that
you would not forget this lesson. I'll be back in a
little while. I'm going to take a shower and rest a
bit. My arms are tired. Don't go anywhere." Her arms
were tired at my ass and thigh's expense.
I stood there, bent over, dreading the next punishment,
and wondering what it would be...
END?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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