Dream becomes Reality!

It all started when I first met my future Wife. I arranged to take Her out to dinner, but afterwards She and I got invoved in some heavy petting. She asked me if I woud like to come back to Her flat, I was going to ask Her the same thing.

I should point out at this time I had a Fetish for Womens Knickers, and used to wear a pair on a regular basis, even to work, under my work clothes!

I was wearing a pair of knickers the night I took my future Wife out, but had forgotten all about them. It had become a regular thing with me, and I didn't give it much thought. When we got back to Her flat, the petting became even heavier, it wasn't long before She had removed Her blouse, sne asked me to take off my shirt, I did so without even thinking about what was going to happen, She removed Her skirt and laid down on the bed, by this time, I knew exactly what was going to happen, I removed my socks, and pulled down my trousers, being careful to pull my knickers down with them, and got on to the bed. We had extremely good sex with each other, when We had finished, I checked my watch, and said that I had better get back to my flat before curfew! I was working in the Air Force at the time! I got out of bed and put on my socks, then I tried to think of a way of getting my knickers back on, without being seen! That was completely useless as my future Wife said, "Put on your pants, I want to have a look at you!" I was stuck, there was nothing else for it, I pulled up my Knickers, only for her to burst out laughing and say, "Do you like wimans Underwear?" I said it wasn't womans Underwear, it was just their knickers that fascinated me. "Hang on a moment, I've got something else for you to Wear!". She then threw me a 'Panti-Girdle', "It will be a bit tight, but that's the whole purpose of Wearing one!"

A bit tight?! I still dont know how I managed to get it on. As soon as it was on, I said "Can I take it off now?" "Ask me tomorrow" was her reply. I cant go to the toilet whilst wearing this, then "Tomorrow you can ask me to let you go to the toilet! If I'm in a good mood, then there'll be no problem, If I'm in a bad mood, I might let you go to the toilet, but youll put your belt back on afterwards!" "I cant wear this all the time!" I moaned, No you'll wear it when I tell you to! So started my life in Submission to my Wife!

The Panti-Girdle had to be replaced with something that I could wear on a long term basis. My Wife, being extremely kind to me, said that I coild choose what I would have to wear when we got married. The only thing She insisted on was that I wear a pair of Lacy Knickers, under my wedding suit. It was me that came up with the idea of the CB-2000, when She read about it on the net, She thought that that would be perfect. I realised that it could be worn for long periods, but I hadn't considered six months as a long period. Even more embarrassing, my Mother-in-law, was to know what I was wearng, and that I would have to do certain "Jobs" for her, as my father-in-law had recently died. I put Jobs in inverted commas for a reason, she used to make me clean all her dirty underwear by hand, then press it so that it looked neat and tidy. This was one of my own household jobs, so I knew how to do it! Thankfully I was never required to sexually satisfy her, although I must admit, for an older woman she was extremely attractive. I was also required to call her "MA'am", whenever I was allwed to speak This would be on only rare occasions, as She prefferred me Silent, most of the time.

I was also to acompany Her when She went shopping, I was used as a 'shopping trolley', to carry back anything that She decided to buy. Unfortunately, she would make me try on various items of clothing, that She thought would help keep me in line. I dont know if any other male has been brought into a Womans Clothing Shop, and been expected to model Corsets etc.! I certainly never had before! The Corsets that were selected for me were al of the 'Tight-Lacing" kind, and were extremely uncomfortable to Wear! Of course I still had my CB on when I went in for a fitting. The number of assistants that asked me "What's That?" I couldn't keep track of. The fact that I was buying a Corset was never mentioned!

The humilliations that my Wife put me through, were by far the worst. "As you like wearing Womans knickers, I think I'll dress you as a complete Woman. That means all the time! You can pack in your job in the Air Force, and start your new job as 'My Maid'! Payment will be made in kind! Do a good job, and I wont be taking you down town so often! Do a bad job, and you'll be sent to town to buy the most Hunilliating things I can think of! They will ne for you to wear! That includes 'Tampax, Lipstick, Mascara, and Various shades of Eye Shadow!" If you are wondering how you can wear a 'Tampax', just think of an opening situated below your belt. You will be the one to insert it, I might check up on uou some time later in the day! If I do, everything had better be in it's correct place! After your morning 'Enema' you'll probably want something there to soak up any further leakages. By the way, it will be you that buys the 'Enema Equipment', and it will be your job to keep it completely clean! (Using your mouth of course).

In fact most of the jobs around the house will be done by you, I think nearly all of them will involve you using your mouth. One of the most important jobs, will be to keep me Sexually Satisfied! As your cock is locked up, that only leaves your fingers and your mouth! Guess what you'll be using! I wont have to buy any more toilet paper from now on, I have an automatic "Arse Licker" to keep me clean. Be thankful that I'm only using you to clean My Arse after I've been to the toilet, now there's a good idea, I wouldn't even have to go to the toilet anymore, I could just summons my 'Portable Toilet', and tell it that I needed a 'Shit'! It's mouth would be lowered so that I could relieve myself wherever I was. Imagine if we went out to dinner, and half way through, I said, "I need a 'Shit'", my slave would immediately crawl down under the table cloth, and open it's waiting mouth! What a glorious thought, it would soon learn to 'Beg Me' for 'My Piss', I would make it do a lot of jobs, to get it nice and thirsty, then when it asked for a drink, I wuld say the only thing it is allowed to drink is it's "Mistress's" Piss! It woudn't take long before it was 'Begging Me to Piss on it''

At night my slave would be tied into it's'cot at seven o'clock, unless I had thought of some further Hunilliations for it. Before putting it down for the night, it would first have to Beg Me to 'Lace it into its Corset', after that I would put a 'Baby Doll Nighty' on it, and if it was unlucky, I would wrap it up in a nice Thick Diaper! That would mean that it would be capable of going to the toilet during the night! I would have also fed it a couple of pints of nice 'warm milk'! It would have been previously told that it was Not Allowed to Remove any Clothes that I Decided to put on it! The restraints would work on a timer, so that it was capable of getting up in the morning and preparing my breakfast! It woud not be allowed to eat anything untill I decided to get up, and that wouldn't be untill it had provided me with at Least Two Orgasms! If you can imagine my slave in the morning, dressed in a soaking Diaper, Corset, and Baby Doll Nighty, busily lickin away at its Mistress Pussy, Desperately wanting her to Come! Pure Heaven!!! For the Mistress that is, Pure Hell for the Slave of course. That's the life it wanted to live, well it is now!

Every six months, it would be released from its CB, and Ordered to Masterbate Itself, while its Mistress Watched! At least it wont die from Frustration, although it might feel that it wished it had!!!

It's life would continue in this manner, untill its Wife got fed up with it, at which point, she could ekther sell it on to a different Dominatrix, or allow it to live a 'normal' life! Although by this time it would have forgotten what 'normal' actually was!!

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