On a Journey

Previously, Diana succeeded in making her husband her slave. After that, she visited her friend Eleanor again. The young lodger Peter duly provide the sex that Diana craved. But, when Peter demanded to teach "the old dog new tricks," Diana left Bristol for her home.

I remembered my instructions to my husband Dean as I was travelling back home. It tickled my fancy thinking about what awaited me when I walked in. It also relieved the sense of disappointment at having given up Peter. I thought about playing it friendly or fiendishly. I had had a good night's sleep but was not fully recovered from my first experience with a dildo. Dean might just add a bit of icing to an already delightful cake. I smiled to myself as I looking out the train window.

I arrived home to a fully clothed Dean. I assumed this meant that he didn't want to continue playing my pencil prick. We offered very pleasant pleasantries as we exchanged edited versions of the last few days. As the evening worn on, I detected a subtle reticence as though he was hiding something.

I decide to push. "And did you make any unusual visits?"

He looked sheepish. "Whatever do you mean?"

"You know, a shop or salon you've never been to."

He thought a moment. "I think that might be better for tomorrow night, if you understand me."

"Oh, I'm not so sure. What's the problem about telling me tonight?"

"I just think I might be more up to things tomorrow." He said this with a very hopeful tone.

"I did say that I wanted to see everything when I returned. I have returned," I smiled slyly.

"Diana, even if showing you now might reduce your pleasure?"

I saw a bit of back bone coming to the fore. I had a decision to make. Accept his desire to wait so he can prove that he does have some manhood. Or take advantage of him so I can continue to play with his manlessness. I smiled. "Your Mistress gave you very specific instructions. I expect you to follow them otherwise punishment will follow. You can show your wife tomorrow and see her reaction. It may be rater subdued because she will probably have gotten weighed down by our daily routine. So you can choose your pleasure." I started at him blankly.

I could see him struggling. This was just too pleasurable to pass up. Reluctantly he started to remove his clothes. What a view! He had certainly done as I asked. "I'm glad your pleased with my efforts. Don't suppose that will be sufficient for tonight." I could hear the hopefulness in his voice.

That just spurred me on. "Well, I can certainly now see that you have something in your groin area that looks manly but does it work?" I started playing with it. I could tell from its reaction that he had been busily exciting himself with his new look. As I expected, there was no reaction. "Um, nothing seems to be happening. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Best you try."

His faced dropped. He had never dreamed of masturbating himself in front of me and I had never dreamed of asking. But the situation demanded it. I put the screws in to take advantage of his predicament. "Come on, let's see if you have more luck." There was a pause. "Or is this a request too far and we need to stop to protect your manliness?"

The tension in his face was marvelous to see. He started to slowly masturbate. "I think you'll have to speed up if you're going to have any effect."

"I think I know to.... get results." He frowned.

He sped up but to no avail. "Do you to want help again," he asked hopefully.

I didn't even entertain giving him that pleasure. "I was hoping that you'd be able to satisfy me on my return as a man. But as that is obviously not possible, then you will satisfy me as a woman would." He looked confused. I removed my shoes, tights, skirt and knickers and faced him. I spread my legs and pointed at my now hairy vagina. "If you don't have a functioning cock to put in here then put in the next best thing you have - your tongue!"

"I've never, do you really, it's not reasonable..."

"You want me to take off my blouse for your enjoyment?" He nodded slowly. "Then fuck me with a cock like a man and I'll reward you as you want. Or get on your knees and fuck me with your tongue like a woman and I'll reward you as I want." Confusion ruled his face. "Do nothing and I won't do a thing."

"This isn't fair. You're setting me up to fail. I know I'm not great but that doesn't mean you have to make me demean myself."

"Why, I'm not making you demean yourself. I'm offering you choices."

"But that's not a choice when you know I can't perform because I'm doing what you want!"

I smiled. "I simply told you to remove all the hair on your body. Anything else you did is not down to me."

He looked pathetic. Down he slowly went. I was amazed by how good he was. He tongue was wonderfully soft and pliable. It got to all the places a woman would want. Moans of pleasure started emanating from me. I felt him circle my pussy lips lusciously slowly. I could feel my toes curling and heart speeding up. Back in he went to play with my clit. That did it. I had an uncontrolled orgasm and fell against the couch while muscles released the built up energy.

He started to back away as my muscles slowed. "That's an amazing tongue you've got. Much better than anything else you have to offer." He looked at me sternly. I took off my top. "So be a real pussy and pleasure me again."

He was giving up and worked on my tits while the rest of my body recovered. He rubbed his bare legs against mine. I was amazed at how this intensified the thrill. He then went back down leaving his hands to gently twiddle my nipples. This was bringing me to the edge again. "If you want to go again then I think we should be equal." Dean was trying to get a bit of backbone.

I certainly couldn't have that. "Well, let's just make sure before I do." With that, I took the initiative and pushed him on the floor. I sat on him pushing my vagina into his groin. His bare, deflated mound pressed nicely against my slit without entering. The tingle was more than I had ever experienced with him inside me. He started to struggle so I ground myself into him. This had a pleasing affect as he struggled less and less. His moans told me he was now the one getting the enjoyment. "So, would you agree one hairless pussy in the house is enough?"

There was a pause before he whispered. "Absolutely agree."

"And which pussy do think wears the trousers?"

I ground into his groin a bit more. "Yours obviously."

I smiled and moved down to his groin. I've never been attracted to a hairy cock. But his bareness was like a magnet after having to have dealt with Peter. It was a thrill to circle him with my tongue. He was so nice and smooth. I quickly cleared away my taste so that I could enjoy Dean's skin. Knowing that nothing was forth coming emboldened me to put his entire groin in my mouth. He loved the sensation.

I loved the response he gave. "My god, you never did that before."

"We'll maybe I like naked cunt more than hairy cock." That was certainly true!

"Now, Diana, that was my cock you just engulfed."

I smiled at him. "Dean, I'll never suck your hairy cock. But I'll happily play with your hairless cunt every day of the week."

"I'm not sure about that statement. I'm still your husband with very male bits!"

"In that case, I best stop doing this." I tweaked his balls as I left them.

There was a pause while he struggled. "Look, you said when we use real names we should be straight and serious. This has been great so far. However, you're pushing me to places I don't want to go. Name calling while we're playing is one thing. You sound like you want to make this permanent. To turn me into a ball-less wimp. I want to ensure I maintain some dignity, you know."

I looked at him sternly. "You're absolutely right. I'm begining to realise that pencil prick and Dean are one in the same. I think you will find things easier and more enjoyable if you realise this too."

I rubbed up against him and jiggle my boobs over his face. The anguish on his face was almost enough to give me an orgasm! "I'm so glad you like my hairless genitals mound. Please return to what you were doing." His voice told me he was weakening He looked at me hoping for sympathy. I just looked at him with a plan face. He looked back but melted. "I'm sorry, I meant I'm so glad you like my hairless cunt."

"Okay, as long as we both agree that you don't have a cock."

He swallowed and took a depth breath. "Diana, please don't do this to me." I smiled and relished the power he was giving over to me. Another swallow. "No, there's no such thing down there, Diana. It's not even a pencil prick. It's more like a pimple. I'm so glad you can get some pleasure from it. Please return to enjoying what I have as you like."

And back I want much to his obvious pleasure. The rest of the night was a joyous joint exploration of our bodies, with Dean always following my lead.

We started the next morning slowly. When he got up I was struck by how feminine he looked from the back. He returned wearing his boxer shorts and tee-shirt. "You quite liked last I night, I gather." He nodded approvingly. "And you were happy with what we agreed."

"Oh absolutely," as he crawled into bed for another hug. "I'm very happy for you to be the one who wears the trousers." He went down to give me another lick. It did feel good.

"Well, if that's the case, then you need to take off what you're wearing." He looked at me in surprise. "People without cocks don't wear boxer shorts."

He looked ashen faced. "Look, when you treat me as your "pencil prick" or whatever I'm happy to play along. But I think there must be limits. I'm your husband and very much have a male member!"

"Do you now? That's not what you were saying last night." I moved down to remove his shorts to his knees and enveloped his "male member." As I expected, there was no reaction. "So what possible objection could you have to me keeping these?" He shook his head forlornly and off they came. "Okay then, Dean, give me all of your boxer shorts."

"What?"

"You heard me, do it." He got up slowly, went to his bureau and paused. There was a half-length mirror nearby. He looked at himself. He turned back, opened the drawer, took out his shorts and handed them to me. "And what do you say?"

"Here?"

I frowned at him. "Look Dean, if we're going to have new roles in this relationship I expect us both to enter equally into the spirit of things. If I'm going to embrace the leadership role that comes with having the hair you need to embrace the submissive role for being hairless."

"Diana, I think this is going a bit too far. I want to keep my self-respect as a man. I don't mind playing around every now and again with you making lude, rude, crude and socially unacceptable comments about my manhood." We both giggle at one of his favourite phrases "And I certainly appreciate the joys of being hairless. But, when we are using our given names I should be respected as what I am." At this point I stood up to show my entire naked body ensuring that I swung my boobs. I started to move towards my clothes.

"Diana," he swallowed. "No need to do that. Take these now that you are one wearing the trousers in the house."

There was another pause. "Are you sure, Dean." I purposefully used his name to see just how submissive he would allow himself to be come in the full light of day.

I could see him wilting. "Absolutely. I no longer need these as the hairless cunt that I am. I'm happy to pick out something else." I frowned at him. He got the message. I was shocked when he reached down to push his little tackle between his legs so they were no longer visible. "Or accept something that you think is befitting a hairless cunt like me." He spread his arms wide to drive the point home.

"Oh that's lovely", I replied. "I was hoping you would say that." I spent the next hour making him look as good as possible in one of my old frocks. He put up with this because I stayed naked. It helped to distract him and actually was tantalizing for me.

"Is make-up really necessary?" I looked at him. "I mean, were not going out where anyone would see...." He trailed off as he read on my face that that is exactly what I planned. "Please, Diana, don't do that to me."

"Oh don't worry. I'll enjoy it thoroughly."

"But what about me?" There was worry in his question.

"Well, have you enjoyed the day so far, as I am?" He nodded. "I'd like to enjoy the rest of the day out with you. That seems a fair trade off."

"No, it's not! You're in our home with only me to enjoy what's on offer. You're exposing me to the world! I'll accept being your hairless cunt in our home. But going outside is taking things too far!"

I looked at him. "Okay, Dean, take off the clothes I have given you then." He looked at me. "These are my clothes that I am willing to loan to you until you get your own that are suitable to your new role."

He took off the clothes reluctantly. He then headed to his closet.

"No, not that way." He looked at me. "As you were before. I want to see a proper hairless cunt." For whatever reason and to my surprised, he pushed his tackle back between his legs and waddled to his closet. "The clothes in there are for someone who has the equipment that a man carries. Do you have the equipment to fill them?" He looked at me crossly. "I didn't think so. So, you either go naked or we get you dressed so you can buy suitable attire."

"Now wait a minute. It's bad enough to even want me to dress as woman. But for me to buy them too? You're being cruel."

"Where do you expect to get clothes befitting what I am looking at?" He looked terribly confused as he looked at where is manhood should be. This was a joy! "Do you think I should be the one to spend my money on kitting you out? I will happily come with you to select them. Or did you want to go on your own?" This absolutely floored him.

"Not in your life. I'll go naked."

"Okay. That's fine by me." I started getting dressed. "You're free to go make some coffee and breakfast if you like."

"I think I will." And out he went in a normal walk. I quickly got dressed and opened the curtains awaiting his return. He stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw the light in the room.

"Um, look, can you close the curtains please?" He was in a tight fix as most everywhere in the flat was visible from the outside, even if ever so slightly.

I smiled as I walked by him. "I like light, as you well know. If you are to be naked you are naked on my terms."

"Please? Look Diana, this is not being fun. I'm quite stuck here. You're taking unfair advantage and I can't do a thing about it."

"No, you can do something about it. You can act like a man, walk over to your closet and put on your trousers. I'll then be your humble wife waiting in the living room for you to fuck the shit out of me as befits a man."

He was shaking with frustration. "You've set me up!"

"Yes, I know. And believe me it is wonderful!"

"Diana, I so want to....." His voice trailed off.

"I don't want to hear it. So accept your folly with me or sort yourself out as best you can."

He wilted and pushed his tackle back between his legs. "Diana, I'm sorry. I can see that I'm not really a man that can satisfy you the way a man can. I can only do what women do. So I should be treated as such." He looked utterly defeated. A surprising warmth spread through my body. "Will you please dress me up so that we can go out and buy clothes for me? I will naturally pay." I smiled broadly. "And of course, I will need your help with makeup." I had a wonderful morning dressing him up.

During brunch we practiced on his movements and voice. He wasn't great but there was improvement.

A bit after noon we were ready and off we went. His body must have been electric as every muscle was taught. The day was blast for me. The first stop, of course, was a sex shop. He was horrified but we needed the accoutrements. We found knickers that tightly hid what little manhood he had. Then I found bras that gave him a bit on top. After that it, he felt safer and got more into the role. By the time we got home, Dean had convincingly become Denise. We changed her into a rather revealing house coat that left very little to the imagination. Breasts were apparent but not revealed. Her backside was fully exposed at the slightest bending. Denise was happy to be ordered around for cooking, cleaning, and washing. We both had a blast playing the game.

The night was a glorious exploration of femininity. Though I did release his accoutrements, I kept him firmly in her place! And Dean enjoyed every bit of being Denise. When we woke, Denise started the day first. I heard water flowing in the bathroom and went to have a look. As Denise was naked she had reverted back to his maleness.

"Now Denise, is that how women take care of themselves?"

"Well there's some anatomy you can't change! Besides, there are somethings that should remain private!" Dean was turning red.

"I decide that, not you." He reddened even more. "It doesn't look like you've grown anything over night." I pointed at has pencil prick. "So just because you're naked doesn't mean you don't act as you should. And when you are dressed the clothing you have has catered for all needs." I showed him the little tube that attached to his helmet. "So can sit as you should when you need the toilet. Understand?"

I guess he still had the glow of last night fogging his brain or he preferred Denise to Dean but he slipped it on without comment. I gave her, I guess this was the appropriate pronoun now, a big fat kiss. She got down on his knees for a good licking. It was only a few strokes of his tongue but it felt wonderful. The show of physical and mental submission thrilled me. "Would the leader of the house like anything further?"

"Yes, a full English breakfast!" We had a good chuckle as she put on her very revealing house coat. "I'll get myself freshened up." And with that we went our separate ways. Me to get ready for the day and Denise to make me breakfast.

After finishing I headed to the dining area for a lovely breakfast. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. We looked at each other in surprise. "Well, have a look. I am enjoying my breakfast."

She looked terrified. "Like this!?"

"You will find that this is one of the most fun parts about looking as you do." She tilted her head. "Go on, find out the affect hairless cunts can have on men with the proper equipment." A bit of rebellion appeared but I leaned over and put my hand on her check. "Dean, dear, if you go open that door like this I promise you will have the most fun with a man that you have ever had. Use your body to tease the daylights out of him."

With that, he went off. I was certainly right. When they showed up in the dining area Dean entered with a bloke whose tongue was on the floor. Dean was too on edge to notice.

"Sorry to interrupt," he managed to blurt out. "I'm here to service the boiler as arranged."

"Oh, yes. I had completely forgotten about that. So sorry. Yes, well go right ahead. Denise can show you where it is." Her face fell as I am sure Dean wanted me to rescue him.

"This way," croaked Denise. The bloke followed with eyes only for what was in front of him! I decided to follow quietly to see what fun followed. There were some household items in front of the boiler. Denise started moving them. Dean was obviously not aware of why women bend at the knees. The boiler man benefited from repeated views of his nice little tush. He probably couldn't believe his luck. I could see he was certainly appreciating it.

"Thank you for that, Denise. Shall we let the nice man get on with his work?" Dean almost came running as I walked into the other room. "That was quite the show!" Dean looked at me oddly. "Here, let's go to the bedroom." She followed. I put her in front of the mirrors. "Now bend over."