"Off you go." Vicky ordered as she gently pushed me off her lap. I slid to the floor landing softly on my well padded rump. My legs were still widely spread straddling both her legs. My balls rested on her boots.
"Time for a fashion show." Vicky said as she clapped her hands together smiling brightly down at me. "Stand up." She ordered as she reached into one of the bags I had earlier fetched for her. I stood as I watched my wife rustle through a bag until she
pulled out a light pink polo shirt. She handed me the garment and instructed me to put it on. I held the shirt up and examined it closely. It felt light weight and was obviously of high quality. It looked quite normal except for the Fem-Tec logo in deeper pink embossed over the left breast.
"Not my color." I grumbled as I slipped it over my head. I had to admit the feel of the polo was very soft. Other than being slightly tight around my belly, it fit me well.
"Nonsense. It looks wonderful on you." Vicky stated as she handed me a pair of pants to try on. These were white, light weight and had only one small rear pocket over the right cheek which bore the now familiar pink Fem-Tec logo. I tried them on and tucked the polo into the waist band. The pants had a stretchy belt sewn in with a small gold colored buckle. They sat low on my waist but fit well, maybe just a little snug over my bottom. I would need undies I thought to myself as I looked down to see a little too much of my package showing.
"Oh, I almost forgot. You'll need a pair of hugger's with those!" Vicky said as she once more rummaged through her bag. She withdrew her hand and reached over to grab my left wrist depositing a small piece of pink cloth onto my open palm.
"What's this?" I asked innocently.
"It's a hugger. Male lingerie. Take your pants off and I'll show you how to wear it." She offered. I looked more closely at the sheer pink cloth. I noticed the material was connected by a series of spaghetti straps, also in pink. The light began to dawn on me. I was looking at what appeared to be a woman's micro bikini. The only difference was that it was shaped like a tiny pouch.
"Really?" I asked incredulously.
"We expect them to be very good sellers. You, and another newly hired husband will be the first to model them." My wife explained. I looked down again at the tiny garment in disgust.
"Don't give me that look Mister! You will wear these, you will pose in them while I take pictures, and you will do it with a smile on your face!" She spat at me. "Do I have to remind you what's at stake here? Do I really have to explain our situation to you again? Are you going to act like this every time I ask you to model something?" My wife said angrily.
"No, no, it's just that this is still new for me. It's kind of embarrassing." I whispered.
"Come here." She said as she pulled me onto her lap again. She reached for my chin and held my head up. Her other hand gently patted my bottom. "There, there." she sighed as she looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry I barked at you. It's just that, look how much our lives have improved in just one day. I know this is a little embarrassing for you, but it's not like your picture is going on a billboard or anything. Women have been modeling lingerie for years. Fem-Tec knows there is a huge untapped market for quality erotic wear for men. Is that wrong?" she asked.
"No, I guess not." I mumbled.
"Well then let's get these hugger's on you!" She said enthusiastically. Vicky took the sheer pink hugger's from me and bent to slip them up my legs. "Up you go!" Vicky said as she positioned me standing in front of her. I watched as she pulled the tiny garment up my legs until the pouch stretched around my cock and balls, firmly encircling my package. The hugger was aptly named I thought wryly. I looked down and observed how the material did nothing to hide my shaved cock and balls from view. Vicky pulled the tiny straps high on my hips and I felt the the string between my ass cheeks pulled tightly upwards. Finally, my wife appeared to be satisfied with her work. The hugger was now positioned so that a tiny portion of the base of my cock and ring was revealed, the rest of it as well as my balls were firmly encased by the stretchy fabric. The purpose of the hugger was obvious to me. It was designed to both display, and control it's wearer. My wife looked pleased.
"Now put the pants back on!" My wife ordered. I did as I was told and noticed right away the hugger had solved a problem. My package was no longer visible. Now, when I looked down, all I could see was a small bump. "Much better!" exclaimed Vicky as she ran her hand over my now contained package. I felt my dick starting to swell, but the hugger put an end to that as it kept my cock from expanding. It was doing was it was designed to do. She had me turn so that she could examine my rear. She ran her hands up and down my ass giving my cheeks an occasional squeeze. "Nice fit!" She complimented. "OK, now take everything off!' There's a few more things I'd like you to try on." She commanded.
I stripped quickly, glad to be rid of the confining hugger. Once again I found myself standing naked before my wife. I noticed her eyes roaming up and down my freshly shaved body. Her eyes lingered on my now rising cock. She patted her lap and again I sat naked on my fully dressed wife's knee. She patted my round belly and fondled my now fully erect cock. Conflicting thoughts were playing in my mind. It was obvious to me that my wife was enjoying taking more of a dominant role in our marriage. It was also obvious that my cock seemed to have a mind of it's own. It seemed it very much liked the extra attention it was getting. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt two sharp vibrations to my groin. It wasn't painful, but it certainly got my attention.
"What was that?" I asked Vicky as I stared at her, wide eyed in shock. Vicky laughed at my expression and pointed at her phone.
"It's a feature of your ring. If I need you for something and you're not in sight, I simply tap my app and you'll know to come to me. I think women are going to love it!" Vicky explained.
"I'm pretty sure men won't" I grumbled as I examined my ringed cock and balls.
"Maybe not right away, but they'll get used it. It actually makes a lot of sense. If you're not close enough to hear me, I can call you using the app. It's really not much different than sending you a text." My wife went on to explain as she continued to stroke my straining erection.
I was panting now as I ground my bare ass into my wife's smart suit. All thoughts of the ring leaving my brain. I was only thinking of one thing as I thrust my cock into Vicky's firm grip.
"That's enough for now!" I was informed as Vicky suddenly released my throbbing cock, leaving me to hump nothing but empty air. "We still have a few things I want you to try on. But I'm getting hungry. Lets order that pizza." She told me as I groaned out my disappointment. "I'll order, I know just how you like it" Vicky said with a wink. She picked up her phone, found the app and a few taps later the deed was done.
"Let's try a showy!" Vicky said as she reached into a bag. I looked on in dread as I anticipated what new humiliation awaited me. I wasn't to be disappointed. My wife pulled out a pair of what appeared to be crotchless panties and handed them to me.
I cringed as I held them up and began my examination. The panties were in a shade of powder blue. They were of course, see through. The were adorned by tiny blue Fem-Tec logos that intertwined in a ornate pattern. The most prominent feature was a ring in the front that consisted of a stretchy circle backed by reinforcement material on the inside of the garment. The back was a tiny lacy triangle.
"Try them on." My wife ordered, a gleam in her eye as she gently nudged me off her lap. I stood and stepped into the tiny panties pulling them up until they sat on my hips. My erect cock poked out through the small hole and bobbed up and down happily, much to my shame. "They're not on right." I was informed as my wife reached for my cock. "Inspect!." She commanded. I immediately moved to comply, spreading my legs and thrusting my hips forward providing my wife easier access. She reached into the showy and and fed my balls one at a time through the stretchy circle that held my cock captive. She then pulled my ring through the hole as well. My cock and balls were now thrust forward obscenely. My shaved balls were gathered together in a tight sac, my cock fully exposed and well presented for my wife's viewing pleasure.
I stood ridged with my arms pulled back, fingers laced behind my head and watched as my wife admired her work. She looked up at me as she ran a finger over my tight ball sac and along the underside of my cock. The same predatory look I had seen for the first time yesterday was in her eyes. "Stay!" She commanded as she leaned in to lick my shaved balls. Her hands moved to my smooth and almost completely bare bottom forcing me to push my hips out even further. She kneaded my chubby rump forcefully as she moved her lips to my fully engorged cock. I didn't know if I was in heaven or hell as she sucked me hard. "Enough. " I heard her say more to herself than to me as she withdrew her mouth.
"I need to take a bath and get out of these clothes. But first I'd like you to try this on." Vicky said as she handed me what appeared to be a robe. It was roughly the same color as my showy and was silky and smooth. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and tried to wrap it around my body in vain. It was cut so that it barely covered my shoulders and slowly closed until it met just below my belly button, exposing most of my chest. It was short. Scandalously short. The hem was cut just below my cock and the back just barley covered my ass. It was meant to display me, it accomplished its mission easily as my cock poked out the front, bobbing it's excitement. My wife nodded her approval.
Vicky stood up and picked up one of the Fem-Tec bags. She gathered my discarded shorts and t-shirt and placed them in the bag as she turned to address me. She pointed at the remaining bag and said, "You're free to check out the costumes you'll be modeling for me later." she said. With that, my wife spun on her heels and strode towards our bedroom.
I looked at the remaining Fem-Tec bag warily. I knew that whatever I found lurking in there would be for the amusement of women and the degradation of men. I knew all the items in the bag would be objectifying and designed to display me for their viewing pleasure. I also knew that no matter how humiliating, I would wear them with a smile as my wife had made clear to me.
Finally I gathered up enough courage to poke my hand into the bag. My fears were confirmed immediately. I withdrew a small plastic package that contained a pale yellow garment. I looked on curiously as I withdrew the material from it's package. I held up a tiny vest. It was short and would not quite reach my belly button.
The front was obviously to be worn open. I had no doubt my chest would be on display. It was sleeveless, it was sheer. I hated it. I put it down and reached for the matching piece still in plastic. I held it up and examined the item closely. It appeared that I was holding a pair of pants. The waistband was threaded with a small string that was obviously meant to be tied in front. The legs ended in tight bunches and there was a slit on each leg that stretched from the hip to the ankle. Elastic bands had been fitted to ensure a tight fit. They were harem pants! My wife intended to dress me as a harem slave boy! I thought my humiliation was complete until I noticed one more item in the bag. A small round jewel could be seen. I picked it up and suddenly realized it's purpose. It was to be fitted into my belly button. The purpose of this costume was clear, complete objectification of the wearer. It was designed for the viewing pleasure of women. I wondered if I would be taught to dance wearing it. My cock gave a little twitch at the thought, much to my surprise and chagrin.
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt two quick vibrations on the ring that encircled my cock and balls. I was being summoned I realized. I got up and and padded on bare feet to the bathroom and opened the door. My wife was reclining in the tub looking very relaxed. A smile appeared on her face as she saw me enter. She reached beside her and tapped her now empty wine glass.
"Would you mind dear?" Vicky asked as her gaze dropped to my protruding cock. "I see you like your new outfit." She said with a smirk.
"Not really, I think the ring must be trapping the blood in my cock." I replied sheepishly.
