It's Hard Being a Sissy Housewife: Forced Feminization Stories

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I don’t remember the specific time I first fell in love with women’s panties but they totally control my life today! Every chance I get I search out a... Pt 1, Pt 2 You do look demure, darling, but I know you can take this." I thrust in my finger deeply, twisting it on its way out and adding a second for the next round. I had married into money. My wife was beautiful and we lived in a large house in the country. I had never met her parents and they were against our marriage... Continue reading I encouraged him to relax while describing what was happening to him. "Feel how deeply you're taking me, darling, my whole length coursing through you."

I wore dainty pink nighties to sleep, and it was understood that in the morning, I remain in my nighty. Mistress walked around the house in frumpy sweats if she wanted, but I was to remain in my sissy nighty. Our story starts some 25 years ago. A couple of years after my wife and I married, she expressed regret that she did not have more sexual experiences prior... Continue reading I had never fantasized about sex with another guy before it happened, it just happened. We were both very young. Starting innocently as watching each other... Continue reading I am on the short side for a 40 year old man. 5'5" and barely 135#. I was always made fun of and people told my wife I looked more like her son... Continue reading I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.With his struggles over, I slid the shorts smoothly over his thighs and drew them with both hands under his bottom till the elasticated waistband snapped into place. I turned my attention to the camisole. Mmmm. Luscious lingerie from mom. Mother knows exactly the effect smooth silky lingerie has on her sweet boy, her damp panties and pantyhose feft so... Continue reading My old aunt ex seamstress uses me as her mannequin as we are the same size, it started a few months ago as we discovered she loves sex after living in...

I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself. I asked him what he was afraid of. There is never any answer other than that they just don't want to. I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something special I am sure so I was kind of in a hurry to get home, but it was a nice day so I decided take my time. I walked in the door to meet a very excited wife. Her normal hug and kiss was replaced by an exceedingly more passionate version. This was going to be a great night. My wife's anxiety was palpable. I was actually a little frightened as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up.That’s just what you are isn’t it, kid, a little sissy” “Mmm yes”, I moaned “You want to be my sissy bitch don’t you?” “Oh God, please make me your bitch Kevin” I don’t even know why I said it, I just couldn’t resist. “Take off everything but those panties, slut… Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 He was sitting on the bed, so I took the shorts and laid them on his lap, squeezing him and kissing him again. It all started when I was 50 and my aunt who is 70 yrs very smart and very fit came to stay a few months after her husband died. My wife was working... Now that "mommy" as she loves to be called, is used to me trying on her sexy things, we started shopping together as her "husband". We always make... Continue reading

His arms, already tired from holding himself up for so long, flailed uselessly as he alternately tried to lash out and push himself upwards.It all started when my best friend Bruce caught me crossdressing. He was married to Tina and we all knew each other. I knew Bruce had a touch of bisexuality... Continue reading I leave them to take off their clothes in the bedroom and emerge from my bathroom in a nightdress and with a box for them to open while I clear away their clothes. The box tonight contained an ensemble of floral satin and white lace: a camisole and shorts and a delicate silk dressing gown.