It Started With Chastity pt 10.

"Stop complaining sweetie, the hairdresser will be here soon." Snapped your wife as you tugged at the hem of the short dress she had insisted you wear. "The dress looks fine, I like the way it shows off your lean toned legs." She said as she looked you up and down.

"But why are you making me do this?" You whined.

"We've been through this. It's symbolic of the power dynamic in our relationship. Besides, any man who lets his wife lock him in chastity, who wears panties and begs to get fucked in the arse isn't really a masculine man, so it's only fitting that your clothes reflect your personality."

You looked down at your feet. How had you let it get to this? But she was right, your newly waxed legs did look good and the high heels made your calves look really good too. Your legs and backed ache like huggary ell though. You had been practicing walking in them all morning and you were exhausted.

The doorbell rang. Your Mistress clapped her hands excitedly and motioned for you to answer it.

Reluctantly you opened the front door and showed the guest in. You instantly recognised her. It was Jenna, one of your wife's friends. She was a little younger than you guys, very girlie in her dress and mannerisms. She looked you up and down and then gave your wife a hug and a friendly peck on the cheek.

"I can't believe you were serious!" She declared, "I really thought it was a joke when you said that you had feminized your husband."

"I would never joke about such things, " replied your hot wife, "As you can see he makes a very pretty girl, but h9is hair is a mess. Do you think you can rescue it?"

"Bitch please!" Jenna joked. "you're talking to the best stylist in town!"

Jenna had you sit in a chair facing the dresser in your bedroom. The two ladies chatted while she styled your hair into a very pretty medium bob, the tips of which just tickled the line of your jaw, hiding the more masculine lines of your face.

You had to admit, it did look good. Next, Jenna started to apply make up. You wanted to complain but knew that it was to late for that. It seemed to take forever, how could women do this every day? You pondered.

"I hope you're paying attention girl. You will be doing this every day from now on!" Your wife loomed over you, looking at the reflection over your shoulder.

You looked into her eyes reflected in the mirror. You felt nothing but love and adoration for her, despite the way she humiliated you. Then you looked at the gorgeous young woman next to her, the pretty face looking back at you. Wow! You thought, is that really me?

"See? You look gorgeous my dear!"

After Jenna had left, Mistress turned to you and motioned for you to follow her. You both walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. There was an A4 envelope on the table top.

"What's this?" You asked.

"Hm... we're going to have to do something about that voice hunny!" She giggled, "can't have you looking all girlie and sounding like a man now."

You blushed.

"This," said Miss as she pulled out some typed documents from the envelope, "is important. I need you to sign these documents for me."

You frowned and reached over to take the papers. She slapped your hand away. "Uh ah! All you need to do is sign on the lines, these documents aren't for your eyes."

"I'm not signing anything I haven't read first. Just tell me what it is... please?" Your voice was almost pleading.

"Are you saying that you don't rust me?" She looked at you with a withering expression.

"What? No please... I... I just want to know what I'm signing!"

She shook her head as she placed the documents on the table, covering the print with the envelope. "You don't need to worry your pretty head about these small details. It's just some things that will make our relationship stronger. You want that don't you?"

"Y-yes Goddess." You said, meekly.

"Good. Then just sign here, and here.... and.... here!"

You reluctantly signed each document and then watched as your wife placed the papers back into the envelope. She smiled at you and then stood up, stepping away from the table. She pointed to the floor, "Get on your knees and show me how much you love your Goddess."

"Y-yes Mistress." Said as you got down on to your knees and placed your lips on the to eof one of her shoes, "I love you Goddess."

"Good girl. Now, I know you were anxious about having to turn up for work en femme, so I have fixed that... No, don't look up, keep worshipping my feet. One of those documents was your letter of resignation, effective immediately. I have already cleared it with your boss. He was contemplating sacking you for your poor performances anyway, so you don't need to work any notice."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, how would you pay the mortgage?

"My new salary is enough to support us both. I will continue to pay you a monthly allowance, which you will spend on clothes and make-up. Which brings me to the next thing." She looked down at you, a cruel smirk spread across her face. "The third document was our divorce papers."

"What?!!" You snapped, looking up at your Mistress utter alarm.

"We are no-longer husband and wife. I have also changed your name by deed poll. Your new name is Fi Fi. You are now my girlfriend and domestic slave."

"Wh-what? But...."

She cut you off, "Shush Fi Fi. As my, now ex-husband, you were a complete failure. You never satisfied me in bed. You made awful financial decisions, you were complacent in your duties to me, as your wife. So I have changed everything. You are a much better sissy girlfriend than you ever were a husband. ASs I said, this is going to make our relationship so much better. Which brings me to the final point. Barry is moving in. I want you to move all your things out of the master bedroom and into the spare room, which will be your boudoir from now on. You will treat Barry as the man of the house and wait on him hand and foot, if you are a good domestic servant, I will let you beg me to fuck your sissy arse. I might even let you cum from time to time, but only into your own mouth."

A tear trickled down your cheek, the pain of heart break wracked your body, you felt sick.

"Don't cry Fi Fi. This is the best thing for you. Your place in society is at the bottom of the pecking order. You will serve and worship all women. If we have female guests and they want you to kiss their feet you will do it gladly. If one of my girlfriends wants to fuck you, you will bend over and spread your cheeks for them. The more servile you become, the more I will love you. Oh, and Barry has a friend who wants to meet you. He's a very handsome bisexual man who loves sissy girls like you, I'm sure you would love to suck his cock and let him fuck you in your bed, while Barry and I are making love across the hall."

"You can't be serious!" You protested, "I'm not gay!"

"Oh grow up girl. It's the twenty first century such outdated constructs as sexuality and gender are irrelevant. Of course you're not gay, you're a sissy girl, a naturally submissive sissy and you love getting fucked. The obvious evolution of that is to give yourself to a strong masculine man who will show you the true pleasure of sex, in just the same way that Barry has shown me how good sex can really be. You don't have to thank me now, but you will." She started to pull up the hem of her skirt, revealing her sheer lacey panties. "You're turning me on Fi FI, I wish to make use of your tongue. But first, I want to hear you thank your Goddess."

You stared up at the gorgeous dominant woman standing over you. Dressed like this, on your knees, hearing what your new life was going to be like you felt utterly defeated, but you also felt something else. Devotion, love, adoration. Everything she had said was true, you really were a useless man, she had shown you your true colours and you felt grateful, grateful to be in the presence of such a special human, to be able to worship your love, your Goddess, your owner. "Thank you Goddess, I love you so much!" You said, as you slowly slid her panties down, "I will be the best girl for you and your friends."

She let out a satisfied moan as you placed your lipsticked mouth around her pussy. You were going to have to work very hard to stay in her good books, but your love for her in this moment overwhelmed you, a sob left your mouth as you lapped at her labia.

"Are you crying darling?"

"Tears of joy Mistress, thank you showing me my true purpose."

The End

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