Author's note: After the discussion here about certain stories and websites, I could not stop myself! Enjoy! Apologies if this offends anyone, as my sense of humor can be odd at times.

Karla pulled her black stockings the rest of the way up and attached the garter straps. She was feeling so slutty and horny right now, even though the crumpled Kleenex in the wastebasket beside her was freshly soaked from her excitement minutes earlier.

This was it! This was the day she took her erotic dreams and turned them into reality. When Sheila came home, the fur would fly, and she would get to kneel to her wife as a sissy at last. She’d spent over a year obsessing over the upcoming moment and had every detail planned out perfectly.

Karla’s male “clitty” became stiffer as she pictured Sheila bringing home studs to satisfy her urge for a real man, while Karla would kneel by the bed and watch, her fluffing duties done. After the hot sex that left Sheila panting, Sheila would snap her fingers and Karla would eat the cream pie and whimper as Sheila and her stud laughed. Part of Karla was horrified at this scenario but part craved it, and Karla was letting that part of her run the show today.

Karla checked her look in the mirror again, wanting to make sure she looked extra slutty and more like a whore than a typical woman would. Her makeup was more suited for the stage or a dark nightclub than for mid-morning at home, but Karla liked that look.

She had spent countless hours on end reading sissification stories, much time in chat rooms talking to Dominant Mistresses, and much time talking to other sissies. All sources assured her that her wife would either divorce him or, much more likely, take charge and turn her into the sissy slut her fantasies wanted her to be.

Everyone knew that most women were evil at heart, and only needed a good push to let their evil inner nature rise to the surface and show their husband who is boss. Karla nodded to herself. She knew that meeting Karla would push Sheila to bring out her inner Dominant at last.

She heard the door downstairs open and she actually trembled for a moment. Then she opened a sissy site she had bookmarked so that Sheila could view the evidence after catching her. She waited as she heard Sheila ascend the stairs.

Karla’s wife came into the room and stopped. “Karl, I got home early and —“She seemed at a total loss for words. “Halloween is still six months away, dear. But you look… interesting!” She smiled and began to take off her work clothes. At thirty, Sheila was still extremely sexy and looked much younger and always dressed elegantly.

“Err, I can explain, Sheila! It’s not what it looks like, err, but it is um…” Karla was already losing track of what to say, due to Sheila not being “on script.”

Sheila shrugged as she turned around and had Karla unhook her bra. “Honey I really don’t care what it looks like, as long as you are having fun then what’s the harm?”

This was going all wrong! Karla sputtered. “Aren’t you mad? Isn’t this uh, a betrayal of our marriage, err, you know… you thought you married a man? But now you learn he’s a sissy and you need to punish him or something? And, and… his cock is too small?”

Sheila laughed, long and hard. “Oh honey you are not a sissy. And don’t you think I noticed how effeminate you are when we started dating? Do you think I never noticed you liked to cross-dress in secret from time to time? And your cock is just right.”

She took his hands in hers. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t bother me, honestly. It makes you happy, right? It’s a fantasy of yours, I know this. It’s okay! Enjoy it, honey!”

“But, but… don’t you need to call your friends and tell them about your useless sissy husband”?” Karla asked, forlornly.

Sheila pointed to the drawer of her nightstand. “Honey you know my vibrator and other toys that I use, there? Would you call all of your friends and bring them over to watch me use them and make fun of me for it? Or get some other woman to come here because I have my own ways of getting off occasionally?”

Karla shook her head violently from side to side. “I would never do such a thing to you!”

Sheila smiled and shook her head. “Well, I don’t see this as any different, honey. I would not humiliate you! That is a total violation of the trust between us!”

Karla shook her head. This was going all wrong! It was time to salvage things, somehow. She brought out the powerful ammo.

“Sheila, maybe you should look at what I have been reading online the last few years. Better yet, please sit down here and read for a while? This web site will explain things better than I can.” Karla pulled Sheila over and got her to sit down at the PC.

“Okay honey, I’ll read for a bit. Why don’t you go watch some TV while I read? I brought your favorite snacks in, they’re on the counter!” Sheila smiled at Karla and then began reading.

Karla paced around in her high heels, waiting for Sheila to come down. She hoped and prayed, but secretly feared, seeing Sheila come down the stairs with a hairbrush to spank her naughty husband and to begin Karla’s submission and total sissification. Karla had picked one of the most brutal sissy sites, ran by a total Dominant bitch of a woman. A woman that, in Karla’s wildest fantasies, Sheila might emulate once she read all about it.

After nearly an hour Sheila came down and walked over to Karla. She shook her head and pouted at her husband. “Oh sweetheart, you really would want me to be like those psychopathic bitches? I’m sorry honey but that is just not me, nor could I ever even begin to be like that. Besides, that is a total fantasy, you know, right?”

Karla blushed bright red and nodded. “I know, it just… it turns me on to think about it you see.”

“Oh I know Karl, and I sort of understand. But those are stories and role-play. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am sure there are real life situations like that. But, like I said, those women are psychotic, and I could never hurt you or abuse you like that! And as for other men in my bed? Oh My God, Karl, there’s no way! I only want you in my bed, period.”

She pulled Karla over to the sofa and pulled him down beside her. “Honey, I am not a sadist, nor would I get any pleasure from humiliating you in front of my friends or our friends. I could never do that to you! I love you!”

"So, you don't like BDSM and look down on Mistresses and all of that stuff?"

Sheila looked thoughtful for a moment. "No, honey, I don't look down on that stuff at all. It works for some people and I am sure they enjoy it. It is just not me: I am not sadistic, and I don't crave power over you. Nor would I ever want to hurt and humiliate you."

Karla nodded, quite sad that her big plan had fallen apart, but at the same time relieved that her fantasy could not spiral out of control into actual servitude for life.

“One thing, though, dear. I do think you are spending a little too much time reading that stuff.” She wrinkled her nose. “I am not demanding you stop, mind you, but I am asking if you could maybe go easier on it. I think it is giving you some bizarre ideas that do not translate well into the real world!”

Karla replied, “I think you are quite correct, Sheila. I need to lay off that stuff, more than a little.”

Sheila grinned impishly and tickled Karla’s thigh through the dark nylon stocking. “That’s not to say we couldn’t role-play in the bedroom a bit, if you’d like, baby. You could be my cheap prostitute I hired for an afternoon of fun, maybe? Just remember that it is for mutual pleasure, and I am not going to take it any further than that.”

Karla decided that maybe life wasn’t that bad, after all, and raced upstairs with her wife.