Hi everyone
after a time of personal issues I finally finished another story
it’s not what I usually write so I hope you enjoy it
Sorcerer.
Not what I expected
When I married mike I found out by accident he loves to dress up
I wasn’t happy about it and told him to stop it.
He almost started crying when he told me he couldn’t
it was a thing he did since childhood.
Fine I said, just don’t do it when I’m around, I’m not a fucking lesbian.
He honored my demands and never did it when I was around.
It was almost a year later when I came home early from work
due to an illness
I kicked off my heels as I always did when I entered the house
and walked into the living room.
He wasn’t there, I looked elsewhere when I heard some noises from upstairs
I traced the sounds to the bedroom, the door was slightly open
and what I saw disturbed me a lot.
As I picked my smart phone and started filming, I saw my husband
all dressed up like a maid sucking a mans cock while a second man was fucking his ass
I saw he actually was deep throating the first man.
All that without the use of his hands which were cuffed behind his back
a heavy leather collar was around his neck and the attached leash was held firmly by the first man
to make sure he couldn’t pull away.
But I got the impression that wasn’t in his thoughts since he almost attacked the cock invading his throat.
Then something happened, I got aroused by the scene before me
my fingers starting to explore my body, I found I was dripping wet between my legs
I started to finger fuck myself, and then it happened, I squealed.
I was found out, and without an explanation the two men simply gathered their clothes
and left the house, no fuzz and fights.
Mike looked at me in horror waiting for my reaction, that didn’t happen
I went to the spare room needing some rest and getting somewhat better
only to find the spare room wasn’t the spare room any more
mike had converted the spare room to his private little bondage room
complete with everything a slave/master would need.
I still needed some rest so I picked up a latex sheet, walked to the bedroom
threw the sheet over mike who was still in the same position.
Now completely covered I undressed and got into bed
while in bed I couldn’t get the image of what I found in the bondage room out of my head
could or should I use them in my advantage on mike
would I fuel his interest, again I felt the wetness between my legs.
And then I knew, from now on I’m in charge, and he better obey.
When I woke up the next morning I wrote my demands on a big sheet of paper
I placed it in front of him so when he sat up he would look directly at it.
I walked to his closet, being sure I would find his girly stuff
when I opened it I noticed he’d been busy buying stuff
I flicked through his wardrobe and found a floor length purple PVC dress.
I took it out of the closet and tried it on
I was slightly bigger then mike but found it fitted me
then as I looked down I noticed a pair of heels in the matching color
I put them on my feet and walked to the mirror.
What I saw surprised me, not only did I look gorgeous but also dominant
after I put on make-up I walked back to the bedroom where I removed the sheet
which covered him.
Without waiting for a reaction I walked downstairs and sat behind the computer
I searched any mistress/slave related stuff I needed to know
I then walked back upstairs and faced mike
he was still on the same bench sitting up right reading the rules I written down for him.
Well what’s your answer mike, or should I say Michelle I barked at him
he simply answered ‘NO’
I would like you to reconsider, I told him, and with that I showed him the video I made the previous day.
If this goes online your live as you know it is over, so think again
about your answer
his face turned pale as he watched the video and softly said Yes
I slapped him in the face and said yes WHAT
‘yes mistress’ was his answer.
I removed the cuffs from his wrists and ordered him to sign a contract
the contract had the same demands I wrote earlier but with one important
one I added.
That one stated that whenever Mike/Michelle didn’t perform his duties
to my satisfaction I had the right to sell him to the highest bidder.
Needless to say he neglected to properly read the contract
so after he reluctantly signed, his faith was sealed.
I ordered him to freshen up and clean the kitchen while I made some phone calls
reluctantly he did, he changed in a pink maids dress and started cleaning.
Meanwhile I called a hair stylist, a make-up artist and a piercing artist
and explained what was needed from them
later that day they arrived at my doorstep
when they rang the bell I made Michelle open the doorstep so they could see what they would work on.
The hair stylist dyed his hair platinum blond and styled it womanly
the make-up artist gave him permanent make-up
and the piercing artist pierced his ears with large hoops
and as a bonus from him also pierced his nose
he made sure Michelle couldn’t remove any of the items.
as they left I paid them plus the promised bonus
for coming at such short notice and at home.
It was good I had the contract, otherwise he would have fought me all the way
not that he agreed but what choice did he have.
I did have a few things I have in store for him, but I’d like him to adjust
to these changes first before I continue his adjustments
which I think he won’t accept so easily as they are life changers.
Over the next few weeks Michelle got in his routine
he got his own room, got up early each day, got dressed in his uniform
and did the daily chores
and he seemed fine with it, until that Friday, I made him dress in a very short PVC skirt with matching crop top, some high heels and a collar around his neck with attached leash.
As he had no intention to leave the house I dragged him to the car
ushered him in and drove to the local pub for some drinks (he thought).
We did got some drinks (courtesy from the men present)
after a few drinks I sprung the trap by announcing Michelle
would give anyone a blow job for fifty dollar a person.
The shock on Michelle’s face was priceless and at first he refused
but the first men grabbed him by the hair, forced his mouth open and rammed his cock in his mouth, soon after Michelle was pumping his cock like a pro.
The one men asked ‘how much from behind’, two hundred dollars I simply answered
to cut things short we drove home almost three thousand dollar richer.
That was fun wasn’t it I mocked him as we drove home
he couldn’t see the humor in it since he somehow lost his skirt in the progress
and now sat bare bottom on the back seat
don’t worry you’ll get it back next week, she laughed.
It turned out he didn’t have to wait that long
the next day the doorbell rang, Michelle went to open the door
there he stood a young man, Michelle recognized from the pub
he was the only one who didn’t participate in the fuck fest last night.
He invited the man in and sat him down on the couch
right then my wife, sorry my mistress walked in
what can I do for you she asked the man
a little shaken he answered, hello I’m Jason I'm here to return something which belongs to Michelle.
He opened a plastic bag and pulled out the skirt Michelle wore that night
how did you find me, Michelle asked Jason
well that was the easy part, we work for the same boss and even how you look
I recognized you, I don’t know your reason for doing it but I respect you for it
it takes a lot of courage to do what you did, and he continued
I love the way you look and no-one should be used the way she used you.
Before I could answer he made a small correction to what he had said
he simply said ‘i love you’.
When I looked at him searching for an answer, I noticed the look in his eyes
he resembled a puppy dog looking at the bone he was about to get
this won’t work I told him, I explained the situation I was in
the video and the contract I signed
he walked towards my wife, after some back and forwards talking
she showed him the video and the contract.
He checked them out and said something to her
that made her furious, she pushed him several times but he remained
calm and said something to her.
Apparently she threw in her defeat, she almost ran out the house
I was alone with him now, it shamed me for not remembering his name
since he worked with me, but I guessed this was going to change.
He walked towards me and explained what was said
the video is deleted and the contract is worthless since
it wasn’t checked and signed by a lawyer so I was a free man (or woman).
Then he pressed something in my hands, it was the money I earned the night before
I looked at Jason and asked him, what to do now.
Jason looked at his watch and said lunch?
I said OK that's cool and started walking towards the door
Jason stopped me and said ‘dressed like that?’
it then dawned to me I was still wearing the maids dress
I’ll better change I giggled.
A half an hour later I came down the stairs wearing a purple leather
dress and a silk blouse.
For the first time since all this happened I wore panties
some heels completed my looks.
Jason liked what he saw but there was one thing he must do
with some effort from him he removed my nose ring
by cutting the ring in half, as he took out the ring
my nose started bleeding from the sharp edges.
With a little pressure on my nose it soon stopped bleeding
as we walked to a local restaurant people greeted us
and complimented me on my looks.
When at the restaurant Jason asked me if he could order for the both of us
I was fine with that, when the food arrived I saw he made an excellent choice
when we ate he couldn’t keep his eyes of me
and often complimented me how natural I looked
I got nervous and told him without all of this
(I revered to my clothes) I’m still a man.
Out of the blue Jason told me ‘we could fix all of that’
if you want to, he added, no pressure
what do you mean by fixing I asked a little frightened.
Becoming a real woman Jason said, real breasts, vagina
and some other changes.
But, won’t I just look like a freak, what would people think of me
they will just see a man with his beautiful wife.
The moment Jason had said this he realized what he had said was wrong
and he apologized for his choice of words.
I accepted his apology, but judging the look in his eyes
I was sure he meant everything he said
I didn’t knew why but I asked him ‘are you asking me to marry you?’.
His face turned bright red and he started to stutter as he tried to answer
my question, but eventually he said ‘yes Michelle will you marry me’.
Not like this I answered him, he knew what I meant
a week later I went to a private clinic where they gave me breasts
remove my manhood for a vagina and fixed some other things.
Two weeks later when everything had properly healed I returned home
home wasn’t where I left it.
While I was in the clinic Jason had been busy
he arranged the divorce, sold the house
(my (former) wife was entitled part of the money)
so home was where I’d never been.
I arrived at the airport complete with my new passport(which he send to me)
and there he was, all dressed up holding a sign which said
‘Michelle will you marry me’.
A large crowd had gathered to hear my answer
as I approached he got on his knee and held out a beautiful ring
I looked around and saw all these people cheering for me
when all went quiet I told Jason ‘yes I’ll marry you’.
It was the second or third day living with Jason
I was checking out some of my old stuff
I checked the boxes and found my maids outfit
I put it on and started cleaning the house
I guess I lost track of time.
It was when I heard Jason’s car pull up the drive way
I quickly walked to the door and opened it
before me stood Jason and I said ‘welcome home master’
he wasn’t amused with what he saw.
He told me never to do that again(i wasn’t his slave)
I started crying and ran upstairs to our room
I dished the outfit and dressed more casually
but didn’t come down, was I hurt, was he hurt
I didn’t knew what I did was second nature.
Eventually there was a knock on the door, it was Jason
he could have just walked in (it was his house)
but out of respect I guess he didn’t
so he knocked on the door.
As I didn’t respond he asked ‘Michelle can I come in?’
some moments later he heard a simple yes from the other side of the door
when he walked in he saw Michelle sitting in front of the mirror
looking at herself dressed in a simple skirt and blouse
he sat beside me not saying anything.
We just looked in the mirror
he then asked ‘what do you see’
I answered ‘me’, who is me Jason asked
the soon to be married me
exactly Jason answered, you become my wife not my maid
If I want a maid I, or better we hire one
but not you, not ever again.
A month later we got married and after our honeymoon
we did hire a young girl, NO a young woman as our maid
she wears my outfit (no panties) and addresses us as master or mistress
at all times as a maid should.
Life is good to us, whatever has happened to me
it was ‘not what I expected'
end.
