Husband is dominated by his board wife

“Where is my underwear honey?” I asked my wife. This
was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwear
had been disappearing from my drawer over the last 2
weeks. I thought nothing of it and thought that she
simply had not done any laundry. How wrong I was!

“Something went wrong with the washing machine and it
ruined everything in the last load,” She said.

“Well, what am I going to wear?”

“Here, put these on,” as she handed me a pair of pink
satin panties. “Now don’t give me any funny looks, I
know you love wearing them; in fact, I know that you
have secretly worn these before.”

I looked at her dumfounded… I never thought that she
knew of my fetish, I thought I had been so careful.

“C’mon, let’s put these on you.” As she pulled them up
to my hips, she stroked my cock through the fabric.
“Mmmm, I see that someone finds this exiting. We may
have to keep it like that.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that remark. With
that, I put the rest of my clothes on, jeans and a T-
shirt.

She gave me a slightly disapproving look and said,
“Well, we need to go shopping and get some new
underwear for you among other things.”

I said, “Can’t you just pick up some for me? I want to
watch the football game.”

Now she absolutely despises football and this would
normally set her off, but surprisingly, she just
smiled sweetly and said, “Sure thing honey, I’ll get
everything you need.” Boy would I remember that
statement!

So as she was shopping, I lay on the couch stroking
myself through the panties, embarrassed that my wife
knew of my fetish, but relieved that she seemed so low
key about it. The game turned out to be pretty boring
and I ended up taking a nap. I woke up when she came
home, loaded with bags from various stores. “Just stay
there, I’ll put everything away.”

***

“What do you say that we go out for dinner?” she asked
me later that evening.

“That sounds like a good idea,” I replied.

“First, I have a surprise for you. Stand up and close
your eyes.”

I stood and did as she asked. The next thing I know,
she pulls my hands behind my back and locks them with
a pair of handcuffs. “What’s this all about, Honey?”

“No comments from the peanut gallery,” she says as she
puts some sort of gag in my mouth.

“Mmmmfff!” This thing filled up my whole mouth, all
the way to the back of my throat! As I felt it in my
mouth, I realized that it was a penis gag. What was
going on?

“Now come along peacefully, or I’ll have to take
further steps.” With that I follow her into the
bathroom. She takes my hands and ties a strap to them
and pulls it up to the shower curtain, forcing me to
bend over at the waist. She then takes a pair of
scissors and proceeds to cut my clothes off. “You
won’t be needing those anymore.” What did she mean by
that remark!

She then took some shaving cream and a razor and
proceeded to shave every bit of hair below my
eyebrows. “I think that since you like wearing panties
so much, you should get some experience of everything
else that goes along with it. You’ll find that all of
your clothes have been replaced with something more
suitable for your new station. Now, I think that about
does it. Step in the shower now and let’s rinse you
off.”

There was nothing I could do except obey. As she
rinsed all of the hair off of my body, my skin felt
strange… tingly with no hair.

“Well, that looks much better, but we’ll have to do
something about your figure. That waistline will never
do. Follow me and we’ll take care of it.”

As we walked into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laid
out on the bed. It looked like some sort of corset,
panties, stockings, and a short dress. She began to
put the corset on me, and said, “We’ll, have to do
something about those arms that are in the way.” With
that, she reached into one of the bags and pulled out
a leather collar.

She then put some leather cuffs on my wrists, unlocked
the handcuffs, and then hooked my hands behind my head
to the collar. I was able to offer only token
resistance as my arms were asleep and numb from being
hooked to the shower.

Next, she started hooking up the corset and pulling
the laces in behind me. Soon I couldn’t breathe and
still she was tightening the laces. “Is that
uncomfortable? Well it will give you some incentive to
lose some weight, won’t it?”

With a final tug, she finished adjusting the laces
with a full knot. “I think you’ll have an interesting
time trying to untie that by yourself; I don’t think
you’ll be able to do it.

“Now let’s put some panties on you. Which pair would
you like? You don’t care which? Well that’s no way for
a lady to show interest in her lingerie. I guess we’ll
try the pink satin ones. I think you’ll look cute in
them.”

Next came a bra in which she placed some breast forms
to fill them out. After that she pulled some stockings
up each leg hooked them to the garters on the corset
and smoothed them out.

“Let’s see how this dress I picked out for you fits.”
With that she picked up a shimmery peach colored dress
and pulled it over my head. As it fell over my breasts
and hips it came down to only mid-thigh!

She looked me over with a grin on her face and said,
“Don’t you look adorable! You’ll have to be very
careful and ladylike when you sit or bend over or the
world will see your garters and panties. Only a slut
would act like that. If you act like a slut, I’ll have
to treat you like one.”

What did she mean by ‘the world will see me?’ I didn’t
like the implications in that statement.

“Step into these shoes,” she said, as she handed me a
pair of matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 in
heel. It was difficult to keep my balance with my
hands at my neck.

“Now it’s time for your makeup; I’m going to remove
the gag. I don’t want to hear a single word or I’ll
leave it in for a whole day.” My wife gave me a look
that indicated she clearly meant it.

She spent the next thirty minutes completing my
makeup, starting with foundation, eye shadow,
eyeliner, and mascara; a light amount of blush, and
finishing with a bright rose lipstick. She topped it
off with a light brown shoulder length wig.

“Now you can look at yourself,” she said, as she led
me to a mirror.

I couldn’t believe it! It was a beautiful girl who
looked back at me. If she was alone in a bar, every
guy in there would hit on her. The dress had a scooped
front almost to my breast forms, which were ample. It
also showed a very flattering figure. No wonder I
couldn’t breathe. Looking at the reflection in the
mirror, the hemline seemed even shorter, at least 6
inches above my knees. “Click!”

I turned around, and my wife was taking pictures of
me! “You can’t admire yourself all day, we’ve got a
busy afternoon and evening ahead of us.” With that, my
wife clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the
garage.

As she opened the passenger door to our car, I began
to protest, “Honey what are you trying to… MMFFFH!”
she stuffed the gag back in my mouth and immediately
strapped it behind my head. “I warned you. Now you’ll
have to pay the price.” She placed me in the passenger
seat and strapped me in. Bound as I was, with my hands
behind my head, there was no way I could unstrap
myself.

As she drove us away, she said, “Now I suppose you’re
wondering what this is all about. It’s simply really.
I’ve noticed for that last six months that my clothes
and lingerie have been rearranged when you’re home and
I am not. I’ve been carefully marking my hangars and
drawers to confirm this. I’m going to ensure that you
live this fantasy to the fullest. My fantasy is to
dominate my husband completely and I’m going to
fulfill that to the fullest also.

“I’ve arranged for your company to give you a two week
surprise vacation starting Monday. They think that
we’re going on a cruise. However, for the next two
weeks, you are going to live as a female and follow my
every command. If you don’t agree, I’ll send those
pictures to your boss and secretary. I think they’ll
have a good laugh at those, don’t you? To get you
ready, we’re going to the mall to do some shopping for
your vacation.”

As we pulled into the mall parking lot she said, “In
case you are getting any second thoughts, notice that
you don’t have any car keys, wallet or money. If you
don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll leave you here to get
back on your own.” She was right! How could I get
back, dressed like this? I couldn’t even think of
hitchhiking! Cold sweat came out on my brow as I
realized that I was stuck. I had to do what she said.
I didn’t even want to think of what her plans were.

I couldn’t believe it! Here I was, tied into my car
seat, dressed as a woman for all the world to see. And
my wife was driving me to the shopping mall to shop
for clothes to complete my wardrobe.

After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she
turned to me and unlocked the collar, cuffs, and
removed the gag from my mouth. “Now, can I trust you
to behave in here, or will I have to really embarrass
you? And by behave I mean do everything I say without
question.”

With a numb feeling in my stomach I said, “Yes honey,
I’ll be good.”

“Wonderful, I know we’re going to have a marvelous
time.”

With that, we got out of the car and walked into the
mall. The heels caused my hips to sway noticeably. She
looked at me with a grin and said, “My, aren’t we
calling attention to ourselves,” and laughed.

“Our first stop is at the beauty parlor. We don’t have
that much time so today we’ll just touch up your
makeup and do your nails. Your hair can wait until
tomorrow. I’ve already made an appointment for you.”

We walked into the parlor, and she said, “Hi, I called
earlier for the ‘special appointment’ for Sheila
here.”

“Hello, I’m Cindy and everything is ready. Follow me
please,” as she led us into a back room. “Please have
a seat here.”

I looked at the chair and then my wife with some
misgivings. “SIT DOWN, you heard the lady,” my wife
said and shoved me into the chair.

Before I could even recover, she pulled two velcro
lined straps out of her purse and quickly strapped my
arms to the armrests, rendering me completely
helpless. “Now sit there quietly, or I’ll have to take
further steps.”

The stylist was trying (not very hard) to cover a big
smirk on her face. “You may begin with her now. I
don’t think she’ll give any trouble. How long do you
think this will take?”

“For what you requested, about an hour and a half.”

“Good, I’ll be back then. I want to do some shopping.
If he gives you any trouble, feel free to take
whatever action you think is appropriate.” She then
walked out of the store leaving me alone with the
stylist.

“You aren’t going to cause me any trouble, are you?”

I shook my head no.

“Too bad, I think I would enjoy disciplining and
humiliating you.”

That definitely made me decide not to resist (As if I
could have anyway). “Debbie here is going to do your
nails, and I will be giving you a light makeover. I
will have to make a separate appointment for your hair
for tomorrow.” She began working on my face as Debbie
began my nails.

Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face,
and Debbie was still working on my hands. “This is a
LIGHT makeover?”

I wondered to my myself. How long does it take for a
complete job? I really didn’t want to know.

At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping bag.
“How are we coming? Oh, that looks just darling,” she
said as she grinned at me. She then bent over and
began removing my shoes.

“What are you doing honey?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t think that those shoes were flattering
enough so I dropped into the Wild Pair to find you a
prettier set. I know your just dying to wear them, but
with that corset on I think you’d have an impossible
time trying to bend over to strap them on.”

That was no understatement! I couldn’t see what the
shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the
chair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel
than the other set.

“There!” said Cindy. “That about finishes you. How are
you coming, Debbie?”

“Just a few minutes, to let the last coat dry enough.”

After about five minutes, she said, “That about does
it. Let’s stand up and have a look at you.”

My wife then removed the velcro straps, freeing me
from the chair. I stood up… and almost fell down! I
looked down at my shoes… they were a pair of cream
ankle straps with at least a 5 inch heel! I could
barely stand in them. It was amazing what a difference
an inch and a half made. I then looked in the mirror
and almost didn’t recognize myself. It was a beautiful
woman staring back at me. The skin looked perfectly
smooth and the eyes were strikingly highlighted.

I raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was
seeing and then noticed my nails. One inch long and a
deep liquid red. My wife smiled at me and said, “Don’t
they look lovely, Sheila?”

“Y-Yes, they’re beautiful… I can’t believe it.”

As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, “By
the way, I asked her to use a permanent set on the
nails. You won’t be able to remove them.”

I looked down at my hands in shock! How could you hide
nails like that? What would I do at the end of the two
weeks? “Let’s go, we’ve got plenty still to do,” she
said we walked out of the beauty parlor.

“Now it’s time for some clothes shopping. With a
gorgeous bod like you have, we have to get you some
‘hot’ outfits to go with them.” Our first stop was
“The Body Shop.” My wife had me try on countless
outfits. She ended up picking out a short black
leather skirt with matching bustier and a white satin
mini-dress with a scooped neckline.

Then she made me pay for the items with MY American
Express Card which had my real name on it. The sales
clerk gave me a shocked look and then a big smirk. My
face turned beet red from embarrassment.

This continued for about 2 hours. I must have tried on
40 outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs
were killing me from the constant pressure of the
corset and my feet ached from walking and standing in
those incredible heels. “Here we go, one last stop,”
my wife said as we turned into another boutique. “Why
don’t you have a seat for a couple of minutes.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I sat in the chair
she indicated, relieved to get a load off of my feet.
I carefully smoothed my hemline as I sat down (I had
learned this lesson the hard way through some
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers).
I was so tired, I didn’t know what store I was in, and
really did not care.

One of the clerks came up behind me and said, “Just
sit steady now…” ZAP! There was an intense burning
sensation in my right ear. She held my head with one
hand and said, “Just a few seconds… Hold your head
steady…” ZAP! In the other ear. She then rubbed them
with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few
seconds. “There, that does it. You can get up now.”

I stood up an looked in the mirror. She had pierced my
ears and placed a little gold ball in each of them.
What would I do at the at the end of two weeks? Those
holes in my ears were not going away.

“Okay, that finishes us here. It’s time for us to go
home and get ready to go out tonight.” With that, we
walked back towards the car (slowly, because I was
forced to take such short steps in these shoes). As we
got into the car I turned and said, “Honey, this is
ridiculous. Look at my hands; I can’t…”

SLAP!

She slapped me right across the face. She immediately
pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and
secured them behind me to the headrest, making me
completely helpless. “I can see that you need a lesson
to show you that I mean business. Well, when I’m
finished with you, you’re going to beg me to dress you
up, take you out, and make you look as pretty and sexy
as possible. I know that you’ve secretly dreamed about
this. Well it’s happening and there is nothing you can
do to stop it.”

“But Honey, don’t you think that this is a little…
MMFPPHH!” as she popped the gag back in your mouth.

“What were you saying dear, I didn’t catch that. Oh
well, I guess it wasn’t very important.”

We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the
passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows
offered me a little protection from casual
observation. As I began to look around me I realized
that this was not the way home! Where was she taking
me?

She noticed me squirming and looking around and said,
“Don’t know where we’re going? Well, as much as you
deserve to be humiliated in public, we are only going
to another store where I have to make a pickup.”

Whew! What a relief.

A relief which quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped
and I looked at where we were. It was a shop entitled
“Exotic Leather Goods. “I need to pick up a few things
to ensure that you learn you lesson properly. Don’t do
anything naughty while I’m gone.”

So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any
passersby to see, trapped in a feminine appearance and
clothing. Now that we were stopped, the tinted windows
didn’t look nearly dark enough. Suddenly, I saw a man
approaching, walking towards the car. He was casually
looking at each of them as he passed by. Would he
notice me through the window? My heart was racing a
mile a minute.

Just as it looked as if he would pass by the window,
he stopped and did a double take. HE SAW ME! He stood
there looking in the window for about a minute with a
big grin on his face while I tried to become
invisible. Just about that time my wife came up to the
car with a bag in her hand.

“Enjoying the view?” She casually asked the man.

“Sure am Honey,” he replied with a leer.

“Well this is my display model, look but don’t touch.”
With that she got in the car and drove us away.

As she drove us home, she said, “I was planning to
take you out for a nice dinner and dancing, but you
are obviously not ready to do that yet. So, instead I
am going to teach you a lesson in obedience tonight.
When I am through with you, you will beg me to dress
you up in sexy outfits so you can show off.”

Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think
of what my “lesson” would be. I was sure that it would
not be pleasant.

***

Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned
over, placed the collar around my neck again and
connected my wrist cuffs to the collar. After this she
disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no
chance to get free. She then reached into her bag,
pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar.

Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came
around to my door. I still could not move because I
was still strapped in by the seatbelt. She unhooked it
and gave a tug on the leash. “Come along now,” as we
walked into the house.

“Now the first thing we need to work on is this
tendency of yours to talk back and question everything
I say. After all, I can’t keep that gag in your mouth
all the time. Well, perhaps I can at that.”

I shook my head violently “NO.”

“Well, you need to show me about that.” Having said
that she pulled what looked like a leather sleeve with
some laces running down the length out of the bag. She
then walked out of the room for a few seconds and
returned with several pieces of rope. She then
unlocked the wrist cuffs and had me put my hands
behind my back. She then secured them with the hands
facing.

Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms,
securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder,
guaranteeing that it would not come off. Then she
began tightening the laces, straightening my arms and
pulling my elbows together until they were about 4
inches apart. This forced me to pull my shoulders back
and arch my back to accommodate the position of my
arms. My arms and shoulders began to ache almost
immediately.

“My, aren’t you the brazen slut,” she laughed as she
looked at me. I had to admit that the way my back was
arched, did throw out my chest emphasizing my breasts.

Next, she look a long length of rope, tied it to a
ring on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook
it the ceiling. That ring! She had me put that in the
ceiling last week for a heavy planter. How long had
she been planting this? A tug on the rope brought me
back to the present. As she pulled in the rope, it
forced me to bend at the waist as my arms were raised
behind me towards the ceiling. Tying the rope off onto
a doorknob, she commented, “There, that should keep
you. Comfy?”

Hardly; I was still in those ridiculous heels and this
position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which
were already in agony. Adding to this, the bent over
position made the corset so tight that I was gasping
for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to
pass out.

The next thing I know she is pulling my dress up over
my waist, exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled
the panties down around my ankles. “Are you ready for
your first punishment?” As she fumbled around in the
bag. When I looked, she had pulled out a leather
paddle. There was no doubt what her intended target
was. Bound as I was, there was also not a single thing
that I could do about it.

SMACK! As she connected right on my bare ass. “I think
that 50 is about right for talking back to your
mistress, don’t you?”

SMACK! She continued. After about 20, I lost all
control and was crying like a baby. Each stroke seemed
to sting more than the one before it. Finally, she
reached 50. My entire behind felt like it was on fire.
She then pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down
again. “That was just your first punishment.

“I told you that you would not forget this lesson.
I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to take a
shower and rest a bit. My arms are tired. Don’t go
anywhere.” her arms were tired at my ass and thigh’s
expense.

I stood there, bent over, dreading the next
punishment, and wondering what it would be…

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