Further Adventures of John and Cathy

Hello Altairboy!

I wanted to thank your gentle readers for their great comments and suggestions. I also wanted to assure several of them that this isn't just a fantasy. Any that still doubt can E-Mail me and I will pass John's address to you - you can ask him.

The last time I wrote, John hadn't had his stitches out but a few days. I had started taking control of our relationship. John was doing almost all of the cooking and cleaning, and I had discovered bliss! I think it's adorable the way John has to sit to pee and wipe when he's finished. Before he could stand and flick the end of his penis when he was done. (The bathroom floor doesn't have to be cleaned as often now.) I'm wondering why I hadn't thought of this a long time ago.

In addition to living a life virtually without housework, I was being pleasured practically at my whim. Of course John was having to adapt to all the frustrations that go with sexual abstinence. At first I missed ‘regular' sex but I really enjoyed hubby's oral ministrations; John's tongue is far more facile than his penis ever was, and I was getting several consequtive orgasms at a sitting. I also had the satisfaction of knowing that John never really enjoyed performing orally and the satisfaction of knowing that pleasuring me in this fashion (tied and blindfolded) was extremely frustrating to him.

Evenings found us watching television with me in John's old recliner and John massaging my feet, or him giving me back rubs or otherwise pampering me. I love when we snuggle on the couch or play kissing games like before we were married. Of course John has little choice. If he doesn't do exactly as I please I threaten to delay the day of his release. I think that I've discovered heaven! Another advantage is that I K-N-O-W that John is completely faithful. I've never suspected that John ever cheated, but now I know!

Recently John has complained that his thighs rub his penis when he walks causing him extreme frustration. He's confided in me that he has quit looking at women at all because of the sexual tension that causes as well.

A few weeks ago we had a tennis date on a Thursday. John put on his tennis shorts and I was again amazed at the silhouette his tight shorts displayed. During the match (he won) I decided to take the next day off. After I got John off to work, I ran a few errands then stopped by a department store and picked a two packs of satin hip hugger panties and two packs of satin bikini panties. Returning home, I emptied John's underwear drawer and clipped them into small pieces. Then I replaced them with the panties. After that I took an old pair of my uniform pants (they button and zipper in back), cut them off short, and hemmed them. I couldn't wait for the panties to caress his crotch area - hoping the sensations would keep his sexual frustration rising.

When John got home I was just about finished with dinner (I had just about forgotten how to cook). I told John to shower while I finished up. While he was in the shower, I got his last pair and shredded them. When John got out of the shower, he discovered his drawer. He yelled for me to tell him where his undies were.

I turned dinner down on low and went into the bedroom and sat John down on the bed. Then I said to him, "A real man can make love to his wife when he wants to - can you? A real man can jerk off when he wants to - can you?" He replied, "Honey, you know I can't!" Then I said, "Men's underwear is double layered in front for absorbency - that's where their equipment is. Women's underwear is double layered in the crotch for absorbency - where their equipment is. Where do you need double layering? You're going to start wearing these panties (while I shook them at him). Any arguments and I'll add a month to your sentence!" He took the panties as if they might explode and awkwardly put them on. (I had to suppress a giggle to keep him from knowing how much I was enjoying this exchange of control.) I told him he looked ridiculous with bikini panties and hairy legs. I marched him into the shower and proceeded to shave his legs (admonishing him to watch - he is to keep his legs shaved. Once I see he can do it without cutting himself he will start doing mine. I will wear a bathing suit - remember he can't see me unclothed.)

I had him put on the bikini panties and my mended uniform pants. The effect was quite startling. From the waist down John looked athletic, but definitely feminine. He finished his outfit with a golf shirt. We ate a little dinner and I had him clean up the kitchen as I observed. Whenever he leaned over a counter or bent over, the fabric of the pants pulled tight around his seat. His panty lines were clearly visible (including the crotch seam). Later he confided that the panties rubbing his penis were almost unbearable. I told him, "Better get used to them! That's all your going to be wearing from now on.

Now it's a month later. John's still doing the housework and cooking excellent dinners. He's getting used to the sensation of panties - wonder how he'd like a nice girdle? I'm still being pleasured at my whim. He shaves my legs three days a week (and does a great job). I hardly lift my finger for anything at home. I've added leotards and tights to his lingerie. We've started working out every afternoon to stay in shape (and he looks adorable!)

I'm open to suggestions for continuing my control game. I'm considering making John do whatever I receive and personally relate his humiliations. What do the readers think?

Cathy
chasticathy@hotmail.com

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