This is my first draft. I'd love to get some feedback
"Baby, it's just not the same. A dildo isn't the same as a real cock, but I need a real cock that satisfies me. Baby, yours is far from satisfying. I mean, it's not even 4". You know I respect our marriage, and as long as you can pump your little cock in and out of me I won't let any other man's tool near me. No matter how large and fulfilling they might be," my wife's aid as she looked into my eyes with so much love and conflicting urges. I knew I had to do something.
We'd been married for just over 2 years. In that time she'd come to realize she needed more size than I could provide to get complete satisfaction, and I'd learned that I needed her to peg me to get mine. With a sign, she put on the harness and used the extra large dildo attached to it to take out her frustrations on my ass. I came hands-free in about 10 minutes. Then, we went to *****.
Sasha, my wife, was growing more and more restless as fall passed. The 2nd week of October something in her changed.
I took a shower after work that Monday. I was in the walk-in closet at the dresser. I opened the top drawer to find all of my underwear had been replaced with thongs. I pulled a blue one on. The waistband fit really high. It was above my hips on both sides, but plunged very low in the center. I looked through the drawer and tried on a different one. It fit the same way. Some had a thinner band than others, with different fabric and colors, but they were all way too high cut. I kept the green g-string on and stepped out of the closet to find Sasha laying on the bed.
"Oh, fuck yeah,baby," she said biting her lower lip. She was on her stomach propping herself up by her elbows. She had lifted her legs at the knee, and the pink sparkle platform heels she had on floated centimeters above her bubbly ass.
"I threw out your gross underwear and got you these. They're all 80s and 90s vintage. We're going to be making some changes around here," she said slyly. She hooked the band on the black g-string she was wearing with one of her heels and snapped it against her butt. She bit her thumb while she checked me out.
"Your cock doesn't even hang down, baby. It just pokes strait out," she said with a snicker,"that pouch has so much room in it. We'll take care of that soon. I love you baby, so so much. If you really don't want to do something I've planned for us, we don't have to do it, ok?"
I nodded, "I love you too babe. I'll speak up if I feel uncomfortable."
She pushed herself up and I knelt down and we kissed and pulled ourselves closer together. I moved around and laid next to her on the bed.
Our intensity built until Sasha pulled my thong string to get me on top of her. She held on to them as I started grinding myself against her.
Sasha whispered into my ear, "I saw your internet history today. I'm going to give you everything you want you little cock bitch."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I paused and looked into her eyes.
"You- you saw all of it?"
"Oh yeah baby. Everything, the domination, the pegging, the small penis ***********, etcetera. All your stories, all your pictures, everything."
I started grinding again.
"I'm sorry I kept it from you," I told her.
"Don't be. I surprised myself when I realized how much it turned me on. You're perfect for it too with how tiny your dick is and how nice your body is especially that ass of yours."
She reached down and squeezed my dick. It put me over the edge. I spurted my cum into her palm. She rubbed her hand over my mouth wiping my cum on me. Then she lifter herself up and then kissed me deeply.
"From now on you're going to cum as quickly as you can. I'll give a minute to cum to start with but if you can't you don't get to try again until I say so. I made all the plans for us already. You just wait," Sasha told me.
I was kind of confused. Did she think I wouldn't masturbate? What were these plans exactly?
I didn't have to wait long to find out some of Sasha's plan. She picked me up from work at lunch time. Instead of eating though she took us to a tattoo shop. I wanted to run out the door when she told the girl that did the piercings I was getting a Prince Albert.
The girl looked shocked and amused at the sight of my thong. She struggled not to laugh when she saw my dick though. Getting enough length of it to hold for the piercing was kind of a challenge for her. The piercing itself wasn't so bad despite the wide gauge of the needle; it was afterward that the pain set in.
"I know it probably hurts now, but in 4 to 6 weeks you'll be back to normal," Sasha said on the ride back to my work.
While I healed, I got pretty used to wearing thongs all the time. Sasha and I started tanning at the salon twice a week. She had me wear the same thong swimsuit each time we went. She wore her own as well. By the time my piercing was healed we had brilliant contrast of pale white lines in the shape of thongs on our brown bodies.
I kept out of bed late the last Saturday of November and creeped into the bathroom to jerk off quickly. I hadn't been able to with how sore my cock was from the piercing. Sitting on the counter I didn't have time to even get a little hard when Sasha burst in and turned on the light.
"No, no, no. You can't cum unless I say so," Sasha scolded, "don't move."
Sasha went into the closet and brought back a small box. Inside was a metal object. She put it in my hands while she took out my Prince Albert ring. Next she fit part of the device around the base of my package. Then, she slid the tube piece over my dick. To secure it she thread a new piercing that came with the cage through the hole on the head of my cock and locked the piercing and the other 2 pieces together at the base and put the keys around her neck on a chain. I had no chance of escaping the cage without hurting myself.
"It's only temporary," Sasha assured me.
By April, when We had sex I could cum in 10 seconds. Sasha and I had never been closer. There was something missing though.
"Baby, I still need a big dick to fuck me. The strapon you use on me just isn't enough, and I haven't changed my mind about cuckolding you while you can still get hard," Sasha vented.
I hadn't forgot about her need for true satisfaction, and I had been doing some planning of my own.
"Sasha, I've done a lot of research. I thought about going on feminizing hormones, but I don't want to change emotionally or physically like that. So, I found a doctor who will get rid of my erections permanently. He's going to use Botox to **** the nerves in my little dick ensuring it'll never get hard again. I'll still have all the testosterone I've always had, and I'll be able to get release in a way, but I won't be able to get it up even a little."
Sasha was speechless.
I let the idea sink in then continued,"I'm going to need somethings from you in order for me to go through with the procedure. Ok?"
"Sure, what do you need from me," Sasha asked.
I explained by saying, "I'm going to need you to get several tattoos and piercings. Also, I'm going to need you to do whatever you need to do to get your sexual satisfaction; finally, I'm going to need you to guide me through a **** free transition into a pornstar level transsexual."
Sasha seemed overwhelmed with joy. She was close to tears from her happiness.
"Yes, yes baby, I'll do it. I'm all in," she said holding me in her arms,"are you sure you'll be ok with never getting hard again? Never fucking me or anybody ever again?"
Hearing her ask me that was almost enough to make me cum.
"It's worth it to me, because it means giving you what you need. Besides, I will still be able to cum, I just won't be hard when I do. My dick was always better suited for your mouth anyways," I said assuredly.
"Let's get started baby," Sasha said enthusiastically,"I think you should be transitioned to the point we want you to be at before you have the procedure."
SEX SCENE
Sasha started me off slowly and quietly. She took me out of the chastity cage. We threw out all my boy underwear and replaced them with thong panties of the same vintage and fit, minus a pouch in the front.
She had me keep my toenails polished (she usually chose pink looted polish) and wear only the thong panties under my clothes. Every night she'd pluck 3 hairs from my eyebrows.
Incrementally I was being shaped into the gurl I was meant to be. After a few weeks of progress I had removed all the hair bellow my eyebrows with Nair, went to my first laser hair removal treatment, and adapted my grooming habits further.
Sasha had me come with her to the tanning salon as usual. She handed me the thong bikini set and heart sticker she wanted me to tan in in front of everyone in the lobby our first time back. The girls at the desk giggled when she did.
My clothes were steadily being replaced with girl versions. Tight yoga pants instead of sweat pants, girls jeans replacing my boy's ones, things like that. Sasha had me wear bras all the time about 2 months since we began. The bras were flat and mostly unnoticeable under my shirts.
She had me start wearing jewelry. She'd take me shopping and we'd pick out 3 or 4 of a type. I'd wear a different kind of the type mostly daily just to be fashionable.
She started me off with a ring. The next week I started wearing 2 and 3 at once. Then a necklace, then a body chain. Then a bracelet. Next week an anklet.
My transformation happened so gradually over the months that I didn't really notice the changes. Plucking 3 hairs a day had shaped my eyebrows into high, thin feminine arches. It was the middle February now. All my wardrobe had been feminized by now. I could walk in the platform stilettos Sasha and I bought for me, but I usually wore flats or sandals sometimes pumps. I wasn't wearing clothes that weren't overtly feminine, but still, I was dressing in skin tight low rise jeans and girl's cut shirts.
By the end of February I wore lip gloss and started painting my fingernails beginning with clear and fading into real colors 4 days at a time.
The 2nd week in March, Sasha started doing my make up. A touch of mascara, then eye shadow, later eye liner, and so on taking about 4 weeks to phase in. After that I was doing it myself. Sasha styled my hair more femininely as it grew out.
The summer was almost over. I looked at a picture of me from the year before and barely recognized myself. The lack of second glances or other reactions from strangers in the last few weeks backed up the confirmation of Sasha, her friends, and my co-workers that I was completely passable.
"You're almost like the best girl friend I've always wanted," Sasha told me the Friday morning of Labor Day weekend Then she began going down on me. It took her less than 30 seconds to make me cum in her warm mouth. She came up to my face and kissed me at the same time pushing my cum into my mouth. I swallowed easily.
"You're perfect for feminization," Sasha cooed in my ear,"your little cock, your body, your attitude and sexiness. I love you so much."
"I love you too," I said. We snuggled awhile before getting up.
That morning I had a laser hair removal appointment. I was making great progress. Sasha picked me up afterward, but instead of driving home she went the other way.
"I love how much more we can do together," she said beaming,"I set up piercing and tattooing sessions for both of us. Please trust me. I know it will come out how you want."
I didn't object.
We pulled up to a strip mall 10 minutes later. Sasha lead me to the suit containing a tattoo and piercing parlor.
"I already have my ears pierced, but aside from that we're both going to get equal work done," Sasha told me as we walked in.
We each got different jewelry for our piercings but we both got them in the same places: our navel and tongue. I also had my ears pierced. I was starting to wonder how I'd keep my new modifications from being too obvious when Sasha and the tattoo artist lady lead me to the back where 2 massage tables and 4 sets of tattooing equipment were set up. 3 more of the women working there followed us.
"Get naked baby," Sasha said. I hesitated. "Strip! Come on don't be scared. I have to as well."
The 4 workers only reactions were faint smiles.
One of them motioned for me to lay on the table. I could hear Sasha talking with the crew making sure they were all on the same page with her. Neither of us had ever got a tattoo before. I was scared it might be very painful. The women started about their work. I spent the next 4 hours face down on that table. It wasn't too painful but it wasn't that fun either. They guided me onto my back and worked another 3 hours. It was exhausting.
When they'd finished it was close to 7 pm.
I climbed down from the table to my clothes nearby. I stopped after I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror on the wall. Starting at the top of my left foot and going most of the way up my calf was a swirl of colorful stars. On my upper thigh was a lacy garter. I stared into the mirror taking it all in. Bellow my belly button about hip level was a symmetric design of stars that surrounded, written with calligraphy, the words "Size Matters". A triple design with more flowing lines and stars and flowers ran up my right side. I turned so I could see the tattoo on my lower back. It was another design of stars, but the lines were more tribal looking and the ends were accented with a pink bow. The design was centered around a embellished set of words that read "Bigger is Better". My arms were coved with winding vines with flowers and butterflies and stars. Taking up almost all of the back of my left forearm was the word "Naughty", and on my right side the word "girl". I knew something was on the back of my neck from my shoulders to my hairline. I started getting dressed. One of the women handed me a mirror. I positioned it to see the spot. It was a black spade with a large letter Q in the middle at the top and the letters "BBC" bellow it.
Sasha's tattoos turned out even better than mine. Her's used cherries and flowers in the designs more. Her lower abdomen piece was 2 ******* like from the old west. Her lower back tattoo was a large crown accented with flowers and butterflies above the words "Size Queen". She had the same queen of spades on her neck. The rest of her tattoos were brilliant patterns were of things like birds and cupcakes and various, colorful flora. She looked incredible.
Even as much as our skin stung from all the needles we couldn't stop our passion when we finally got home.
SEX SCENE
2 weeks later, our tattoos were healing well. Sasha and I went to my plastic surgery consultation. The surgeon explained that accomplishing our goal would require a the operations be spread out over several months. Naturalism and minimal scarring was a top priority for the doctor and myself for that matter. We formed the schedule of the procedures. My face would be feminized in a variety of ways including, among other things, softening my brow and jaw line and shaving my Adam's apple. Getting breast implants made both Sasha and I giddy with excitement. Given how tall I am and that my shoulders aren't as narrow as they should be we took the doctor's suggestion and opted for the 1000cc size "gummy bear" type. The butt implants were going to take 3 months to heal, but 600cc implants were going to look stunning.
It took almost a year to get all the work done and fully recover. In that time we'd remodeled our house into a sex lair to put it crudely. We'd set up an adult modeling agency and recruited an impressive pool of talent.
I set up the appointment to take care of the last issue: my erections. The urologist who agreed to do the procedure wanted to do it surgically. He informed me that Botox will wear off eventually. Severing the nerves is permanent. It took less than an hour to get it done.
I arrived at the house to find Sasha waiting in the back yard by the pool with all 14 of the "models" from our agency (6 women 8 men).
"Did you get it done?" Sasha asked.
"Absolutely, my love," I replied.
"We must find out if it worked," she said then nodded to the group.
The mob of 20 something wannabe porn actors and actresses seized me. I didn't put up a fight as lifted me up and restrained me on a specially made type of platform table. Sasha had it specially made during our renovations. It had cushions and built in restraints. Then straps on my knees held my legs spread wide apart. My butt rested in my strapped down heels and my arms were stretched out in front of me. The platform had an opening where my package was.
The group began licking and sucking and probing all over me.
"Are you going to cum for us baby?" Sasha asked. It was then I realized I couldn't feel anything in my penis.
"Um, um I don't know," I said now very worried.
I watched Sasha take big dicks in every hole as the girls kept trying to get me off. It was useless. My dick was totally numb.
After about 20 minutes the girls gave up on me. The orgy took took a break after awhile. Sasha came up to me.
"Was it worth it baby? To me it was, but I think you got a raw deal. Let's make it a little more raw. Call it payback for all the bad sex we've had," Sasha slapped my ass then turned to the guys and had them lift the table with me in it off the platform. She directed them to the front yard and set me on the lawn propped at an angle against the house.
"We'll get you when we're done," Sasha said.
All I can say is be careful what you wish for.
