D.D.'s Diary

Dear Diary,

It's been two years since I married Lorna, and one year since she began changing me. It was difficult having her remove my body hair, keep me cross-dressed at home, and make me wear a faux pussy over my male parts, which are compressed in a chastity device. But what she did last night was the worst point of my new life -- so far.

Lorna said several days ago that she was having some friends over from work. The next day she told me I would be serving drinks and snacks. Then yesterday she shocked me with the news I would be doing all this as my Feminine self! For the first time, others would see what she has done to me. I wanted to protest, but after 12 months of being dominated, I couldn't summon the will.

To make it even more shameful, she purchased a French Maid outfit for me to wear. Of course, she paid for it with my charge card, which I'm not allowed to use anyway. Before I dressed, she applied makeup -- not just the usual lipstick-and-eyeshadow, but a full treatment that re-made my face with accented cheekbones, arched eyebrows, and full, sensuous lips. After she fitted a new wig on me -- a platinum pixie cut with crimson highlights -- I didn't recognize myself. When she added the unifom and heels that re-shaped my legs, I felt a serious jolt of Identity Loss. Lorna ordered me to affect a French accent and say "oui" instead of "yes." I could already hear myself simpering "Oui, Madame," to all the girls from her office.

For the next hour, I helped my wife prepare the party, simultaneously rehearsing my new role. Lorna had also charged a slinky red dress for herself, which I thought kind of showy for this kind of get-together. I donned an apron and made snacks - HORS D'OEUVRES, she reminded me -- and made sure all the mixers were ready, next to the corkscrew for opening wine.

There was time to check myself once in the mirror before my wife's guests were due. Lorna stood behind me, looking gorgeous and reminding me how long it had been since she banned sex for me, and how rarely I was allowed an alternative form of release.

"You know, She said, "I think you're over-dressed; slip out of those panties."

Again my courage failed me. With a girlish "Oui, Madame," I did as I was told. My tiny skirt barely covered my smooth round bottom and did only slightly more to conceal my shameful pussy-patch. This new development put me in a complete dither... and then the doorbell rang.

Utterly flustered, I minced on my high heels to the door to admit the first arrivals. I nearly fainted when I saw not just women, but a young couple standing there! And another guy and gal getting out of their car at the curb! I had assumed this was to be "Ladies Only" and the reality of men seeing me like this -- especially after the loss of may panties -- was devastating.

I ushered them in and wiggled back and forth to the bedroom to lay coats on our bed. In all, four couples showed up. I was in a nervous tizzy trying to keep them all supplied with drinks and snacks, and absolutely terrified of showing off what my skirt barely concealed. Every move I made was calculated to keep my 'personal property" out of sight. Even though I never bent at the waist, I'm sure everyone got at least a glimpse of my girlish sitter.

They chatted about work and then started discussing movies as I struggled to perform my duties. My male ego, which had been dwindling since Lorna started my new life style, was in danger of vanishing altogether. I was just offering another tray of cheese and crackers -- my legs together and knees bent -- when I was shocked to hear the doorbell. Excusing myself ("Pardonez-moi,") I scurried to answer it.

The surprise guest was an unaccompanied and very attractive guy! He breezed past me, went straight to Lorna and gave her a hug and kiss that were more than just co-worker-friendly.

For the next few hours they all had a wonderful party. my wife and that guy, Todd, flirted openly with each other. As the other couples started to leave and he remained, my concern grew. Finally, they were the only two left. Feeling unmanned, too afraid and ashamed to reveal my true gender, I stood by meekly as they kissed and fondled on the couch. The sight of them began to oddly arouse me, though confined as I was by my chastity device, the need to grow erect was all pain and no pleasure. When Lorna told me to open a bottle of Merlot, I had to return empty-handed and confess that I was too weak to pull the cork.

Todd laughed tolerantly, made me fetch the bottle, and opened it effortlessly. Halfway through their fresh drinks, Lorna invited him to the bedroom.... OUR Bedroom. I had to scamper along behind them and kneel at bedside holding a tray with the bottle on it.

Their foreplay was intense but unhurried. as my wife undressed Todd, she ran her hands all over his body. She made a game of removing his boxer shorts and draped them over my shoulder. his penis put mine to shame. Then she slowly removed her panties and draped them over my other shoulder.

My view was all too close as they made love. Todd's stamina and control were as impressive as his equipment. Lorna was more vocal than I ever imagined she could be, and finished twice. Only then did Todd allow himself to finish. I was devastated.

"That was incredible," Lorna sighed, "Better than I ever got from my husband."

"besides," Todd smiled indulgently, "You haven't had even his poor excuse for love-making for a whole year."

"Right. He's good with his mouth, but nothing beats the Real Thing... and you've got plenty of it!"

"We should see more of each other," Todd looked directly at me, "If your husband here doesn't object."

He knew. I couldn't believe it. I had hidden my identity for nothing. Lorna's eyes me mine.

"My husband only wants me to be happy. If I need a stud to satisfy me, that's what he wants me to have -- isn't that right, Husband Dearest? You may just nod."

Numbly, I moved my head up and down. My ability to fight back was gone, and even if I regained it later, what I had just been through would prevent me from making more than feeble objections. But Todd wanted to be certain.

"You need to show Lorna how sorry you are for spoiling her sex life. Put that tray down and get your face between her legs. You're going to lick her clean, outside and in, until she says you're done. Understand?"

My voice was gone. Trembling, I positioned myself. While my wife watched in fascination, I began the distasteful task. As I swallowed their mixed love juices, Todd kissed her passionately. She left me down there for a long time and even had a mini-orgasm. They joked about my lowly status and how much fun they would have with me. Finally, I was ordered to squeeze under the bed and stay there while they slept off their vigorous bout of lovemaking.

At Todd's instigation, Lorna had me begin this diary today. He says it will deepen the humiliation of my experiences for me and make me less likely to rebel. I'm afraid he's right and that he'll do everything he can to debase me and make me appear ridiculous and unmanly to Lorna.

Worst of all, he insisted they post my Diary entries on one of those adult websites that specialize in stories like mine. Just thinking of hundreds of people laughing over my pathetic situation makes me shudder. I can only hope that this account is never seen by even one other person.

THE END

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