This series documents how I became a sissy first for my wife, and later her bull. The first part doesn't really get into the nastier side but is a good introduction to my humiliation.
Matthew looked down at his cock pointing towards the ceiling, pushing through the sheer pink satin panties as his wife ran her fingers up and down it and he knew this was the beginning of something both quite terrifying and infinitely exciting...
It had been a normal Friday night for Matthew and Sarah, finish work, get home, grab a takeaway and crash in front of the TV with a few drinks in the evening. Yet tonight Sarah seemed to be really into the glasses of wine and for once she had chosen all the shows. They'd watched a fairly tame romantic comedy and were now on to some NetFlix sitcom with teens who were way hornier than they should've been discussing their sex lives in pretty dirty language. The kids were definitely having a lot more sex than he and Sarah had had in a long time he'd thought to himself, and a lot more varied.
Sarah stood up brushing past him in a slightly tipsy manner, grabbed a new bottle of wine from the shelf, popped it open, and handed Matthew a rather full glass. Matthew had thought the last one was going to be it and wasn't sure how this one was going to go down but he could see Sarah was having fun so what could another glass or two hurt.
"What are yours then?" Sarah asked, pausing the TV. She was referring to unfulfilled sexual fantasies, something the teens on the show had been talking about before she paused.
Matthew hesitated, it was a dangerous question in his mind when he thought about the kind of porn he watched and the fantasies he had. "You know... just normal stuff" he replied meekly.
Sarah let out a drunken giggle, "You know I don't believe that, and nor do you with that response!" she replied. She grabbed a stack of post-it notes from under the coffee table and threw them at Matthew, with a pen.
"Top 3, write them down, go on," she said with real confidence in her voice, "WHATEVER it is I'm sure I'll find it sexy." She smiled a tipsy, sexy smile at him which caused his dick to twitch in his pants.
Matthew's mind started to race, maybe she really would. They were both drunk and he could always brush it off as nothing major or drink talking the next day. "What about yours he replied?"
"Of course, I'll do it too" Sarah replied, grabbing another pen.
He looked over and saw her immediately scribbling onto the square of yellow paper. Matthew panicked, he knew the kinds of things he wanted to write but he was too scared, and he couldn't think of anything tamer and believable. In just a few seconds Sarah was finished and she was looking at him.
"C'mon, quick quick, put what you really want, I won't mind" a glimmer of a devious smile flashed across her face, but Matthew was too anxious to notice.
"Ok..." and he wrote...
I want to wear your panties
I want you to control my orgasms
I want to watch you suck a huge cock
As he finished he knew they were more extreme than he'd intended and Matt attempted to peel off the note and screw it into a ball, but Sarah was fast and plucked it right from between his fingers. He tried to utter a "wait..." but he knew it was no use as she jumped away from him, and threw her neatly folded note at him.
"You go first," she said, "but just the first one..."
Matthew could see she was now more nervous also, he opened the first fold and read:
"Number 1, I want you to eat my pussy every day." A grin grew across his face, "I didn't think you were that into it" he said.
Hannah looked shy, "well I want you to take me all the way, not just foreplay."
"I'm sure that can be arranged," his grin still growing.
Hannah looked down at his paper and read his first answer with an equally growing smile: "I want to wear your panties.... Oooh, who's a little perv. I bet your little dicky would look cute in them."
Matt's grin disappeared, that was the first time he'd ever heard her say his dick wasn't big. He knew it wasn't exactly huge but still. He could see she was still being playful and she looked beautiful with the cheeky flirty smile and slightly glazed eyes... at least she hadn't got angry he thought to himself, his penis starting to rise in his pants.
"Ok... number two. I want you to wear my panties whilst you eat me out." He looked up to Sarah "great minds...?"
A devious smile spread across her face, "maybe" she replied before quickly moving on to his second point.
"I want you to control my orgasms." She read. "What do you mean... tell me exactly what you want."
Her eyes were piercing into him now and he again felt sheepish talking about the fantasies he had been having for years. "Well, y'know, I want you to be in control of when I can... and can't... cum." He stuttered out.
"So, you're saying you wouldn't masturbate... even if I wasn't around, without asking me for permission first." She was becoming more and more confident in her reading of the situation and the words were almost being placed in his mouth it seemed to Matthew.
"Well... yeah. I find it kinda sexy if I can only cum for you." he replied with as much confidence as he could muster.
"Well I'm VERY sure that can be arranged... but there's going to be no cheating and breaking the rules if you do want that, right?" her eyes narrowed with a slightly sterner look.
"Ok..." Matthew replied, things were going rather fast now and he was kind of unsure what was happening... had he just given up his right to masturbate to his wife that easily, or were they still discussing it? He decided to move on and unfolded the last part of the paper:
"Number 3: I want to watch YOUR porn with you" he read, trailing off at the end in confusion, "what do you mean?" he asked, looking up to his wife.
The cheeky grin had returned to her face. "Well, I've been checking your computer for the last few months, and it seems you like quite a lot of interesting things..." she started listing on her fingers "sissies... forced bi... cuckolding... cum eating instructions..." she laughed. "You don't think this happened tonight by accident do you?"
Matthew had thought the evening's viewing, excessive drinking, and unusually frank sexual talk had been unusual but hadn't suspected this. He wasn't sure what to say next. He went to apologize but she cut him off:
"It's ok. I just think we had to talk about it... and this is going swimmingly, so yes, I want to watch your porn with you... probably with you wearing my panties and not being allowed to touch yourself without my permission", she giggled to herself. "Oh wait, there's one more of yours too, let's see..."
"Three. I want to watch you suck a huge cock."
Sarah's laughter got louder and stronger. Matthew wasn't sure what to say or do, he was looking down now at his feet, his cheeks were red and rosy... but in his pants his cock was straining hard against his boxers, standing to attention at the shame and humiliation he was currently feeling.
"Awwww look, little man's got excited," she said in a playful voice. "Shall we get him out to play before we go to bed?"
"Stand up" she said, almost as a command which Matthew found himself immediately responding to.
He couldn't look her in the face right now as she also got up and went over to him, quickly pulling down his tracksuit pants and boxers with one swift movement down to his ankles. Matt's cock sprang out of his boxers, bouncing around in the dim evening light before pointing proudly towards the sky. He wasn't tiny but his 4 inches or so was straining upwards showing his wife how aroused he truly was. Sarah paid his cock no attention in the moment though, removing his pants and underwear from around his ankles, before throwing it to the corner of the sofa. She was clearly motivated as she took the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, Matthew obliging by raising his arms like a child being undressed by a doting parent. Sarah had an inch or two of height on Matthew but it felt like a foot or more at the moment. She stood there, mere inches from his naked body, fully clothed in her skirt and blouse, looking down at him.
She let out a little "hmmmm..." before stepping back, reaching up under her skirt and pulling down her panties. Matthew's eyes followed her actions as he saw her reach up into her skirt and pull down a pair of small, pink, satin panties. He'd never seen those before, he thought to himself, they weren't really Sarah's style. He watched as she ever so slowly rolled them down over her lightly-tanned sporty thighs, over her knees, and down past her strong calves before delicately stepping out of them one foot at a time.
As she straightened back to a standing position the panties hung from one finger, outstretched towards him.
"Put them on" she said matter-of-factly.
