Karen walked into the bedroom and Casey thought he would have a heart attack.
He was reading a book in the corner chair and looked up at his lovely wife. She was wearing a pair of dark red, mid-wale corduroy jeans. Casey had a corduroy fetish, corduroy turned him on a lot. He'd purchased many pairs of corduroys for her over the years and she knew the red ones were his favorite. On her feet she donned a pair of black corduroy ankle boots that she surprised him with on his last birthday, and on top a black mid-wale corduroy vest with nothing underneath it. Her firm, medium sized breasts filled out her vest nicely, and with the red scarf tied around her neck she looked sexy as all hell.
After taking a few steps into the room she stood right in front of him with her hands on her hips, striking a commanding pose. Dangling from her left hand were several corduroy straps that looked like belts from some of her corduroy dresses, and that puzzled him a bit. The thing that almost sent him into cardiac arrest however, was the enormous twelve inch strap on dildo sticking out through the zipper of her pants. He'd never seen it before, and he couldn't believe she not only strapped it on without being asked, but must've purchased it on her own as well. It was fucking huge with a very large intimidating mushroom that looked like it would hurt like hell being shoved up someone's ass.
She just stood there for a long moment without saying a word, letting him take it all in. He was literally dumbfounded and his face showed it. Casey was a closet crossdresser and from time to time Karen would play the Mistress roll for him when he was dressed girly, but with her naturally shy demeanor it usually required a few drinks and a lot of coaxing. So seeing her dressed that way without any pressure from him was a big surprise, and an even bigger turn on.
"I want you to strip sissyboy."
Seizing the moment, he quickly overcame his disbelief and did as instructed, and his boner left no doubt that he liked what was happening. He kicked his clothes to the side. "Honey, are you going to pick out a dress for me to wear, or should I."
Her voice grew sharper. "That's Mistress Karen to you faggot, and no, I want you to stay naked."
A chill went down his spine and he loved it. She took a step forward, kissed him, and as she did she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the top of his ball sack and gave his nuts a semi-hard yank.
"Get on the bed Debbie dear and lay down on your back."
Using his girly name so soon and acting as forcefully as she was both shocked him and made him horny as hell. He laid down as instructed and she used the corduroy belts to tie him spread eagle on the bed. Everything was getting very fucking weird, even by Casey's standards. To begin with, they seldom used bondage unless he was in drag, and at no time had she ever been the one to initiate it. He also wondered why she wasn't tying him face down if she intended to fuck his ass with her dildo.
He was confused and a little suspicious of her behavior, but the fact that his beautiful wife was initiating a night of kinky sex turned him on so much that everything else became secondary. She stood at the foot of the bed and once again just stared at him for a moment with an expressionless face. He was just about to ask her what she had in mind, but she spoke first.
"Alright Debbie, I want you to just relax. You're going to be tied to the bed for a little while because I have a lot to tell you, and I want you to keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to speak. Understand faggot?"
He stared at her blankly.
"Answer me bitchboy. Do you understand?
He nodded slowly.
"That's a good girl, because if you give me any shit I'll gag you." He'd never seen her act like this before and decided to just see where she was going.
She took a deep breath. "OK then Debbie, I'll start by telling you this. The reason you are naked is because the closet with all your corduroy girly clothes is now empty."
His eyes bulged. "What the fuck did you do Karen, did you throw out my wardrobe?"
She immediately shouted, "Shut up fag, did I say you could speak?"
The volume and sharpness of her voice shocked him. He never dreamt his timid wife could act in such a manner, and even though his concern for his feminine wardrobe was real, something about Karen actually scared him a little. She compounded that fear when she quickly pulled off her scarf and roughly gagged him with it. She then took a deep breath, composed herself and continued in a more controlled manner.
"No Casey, I didn't throw your girly clothes out, so calm the fuck down. I gave all your sissy shit to Audrey."
His grunted into the gag, he could do little else.
"That's right Casey, she knows all about Debbie and your corduroy fetish, I told her everything about you, and the reason I told her everything is because of what she told me first." She paused, then continued a softer voice.
"You see Casey, one night when we had a little too much wine she told me that Jamie was a closet sissyfag. His girly name is Angelina, or Angie for short. We all know Jamie is a little wimpy, so I wasn't really surprised, but the thing that almost made me fall out of my chair was when she told me he had a thing for corduroy. I was in total shock and thought she was kidding around, but she insisted it was true. She even described how he liked to jerk off with it and cum all over it, and the more she explained the more it sounded like she was talking about you.
I finally asked her point blank who put her up to it and how did they know about your fetish, but after a few minutes she convinced me she that didn't know anything about you, and at that point I had to come clean. I told her all about Debbie and your love of corduroy, and she was even more shocked than I was. I mean it's no secret you and Audrey don't like each other, and she wanted to start busting your balls about it right away. That's right Casey, you have no idea how much she wanted to rub your nose in it, but I told her not to.
Then after talking about it for a while, we decided that two closet sissyboys, both having corduroy fetishes and living next door to each other, was way beyond coincidence. We decided that it was some kinda sign that you two fags were meant to have sex with each other. I know you've been with a few sissies before I met you, and you've told me how much that turned you on, so I told Audrey that I wanted you to have fag sex with Jamie."
She let those words hang in the air for a minute and noticed that his boner was still rock hard. "Do you have anything you want to say Casey? If so say it now, because there is a whole lot more I have to tell you."
He thought for a moment, then nodded, and she pulled the gag out just enough for him to speak.
"Well if all that's true, why have you given Audrey my clothes, and does Jamie know about me?"
