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Wife's Bondage Revenge & Sissy Husband

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Wife’s bondage revenge & Sissy Husband
By: Janeboi

When Alan was in grammar school he had gotten into the bad habit of flipping up skirts on girls passing his desk. He must have thought his puerile activity was “cute” and he’d often catch a glimpse of their underclothes. Some girls liked it, others not so much. He was only embarrassed when one of them slapped his face. At least that’s what Alan confessed to Kim years later, his Japanese girlfriend who later became his wife. As he aged beyond grammar school he began gathering a small stash of female clothing. Alan thought it was best to confess to Kim that in his youth, after dark, he would cross dress like a girl, using a hidden alcove he found between some back yard garages hidden by tall apartment buildings. Alan was particularly fond of brassieres, garters and nylons, and, of all things, those frilly poufy petticoats which looked particularly effeminate and sissy looking. He really liked the French Maid look but Kim never thought of wasting good money to buy such an outlandish costume. As a youth, once when he found a dress to squeeze into it wasn’t long before he was nervously walking the streets of his home town, in the dark, fully dressed as a girl, and that was a thrill which intoxicated and aroused him beyond imagination.

No one ever knew of Alan’s cross dressing and appeal of bondage until Kim learned while they were engaged.

Kim believed all this fantasy stuff would get old and simply disappear some day. Kim decided to marry Alan even though she really didn’t want to participate in his cross-dressing, especially when Alan would ask her to tie him up and make him immobile in bondage. Her knots were always too loose and Alan would easily squirm out of his restrictions whenever he really wanted. Over the years, this did get old, not for Alan mind you, but for Kim instead.

Kim had a long term close friend named Cindy. For some reason Kim’s husband never met her. On a girls night Kim confided in Cindy the whole story about Alan. Cindy was enthralled and they turned to the Internet to do research. What was discovered amazed both women. Evidence everywhere showed some men actually enjoy being in a female-led relationship (FLR), especially one where the male was forced to cross dress and often restrained so he cannot escape without her specific assistance.

Together they concocted a plan to first see how far Alan was actually willing to go. If their plan worked, they planned to take incriminating cell phone pictures and ultimately Alan could become Kim’s live-in house “sissy maid.” This is an arrangement whereby the male is always dressed en-femme when in the house, and he would be assigned to do chores needed in the house such as cleaning the rooms, washing windows, laundry, cooking, serving meals and refreshments to guests and visitors and whatever else they imagined. Kim was feeling she wanted some vengeance for years of being ignored and would love to make Alan as sexually frustrated as she had become. Even further if it pleased the females, they could dominate him and require performances from Alan simply by giving him instructions to obey. They decided to put their plan into action.

Kim began by instructing Alan he needed to use an enema to “…clean out his insides.” Kim told Alan this would assure Alan could last the night without interruptions. Kim also convinced him that with a small but secure hardware chain she could encircle his waist, lock it, and then encircle Alan’s wrists behind his back and lock the remaining ends of the chain around his wrists so he was in bondage just as he always asked. There would be no loose knots to tie. Without the key, Alan was in bondage to his key holder. The idea alone was enough to get Alan aroused and he quickly consented. After a few experiments, Kim found Alan was easily enticed to be dressed as a sissy in a garter with nylons, panties, a bra and a petticoat. He wore low-cut sneakers over his nylons and then the sissy eagerly submitted to the locking-chain snug around his waist followed by his wrists behind his back. He discovered he could not escape.

Kim grinned at Alan and her handiwork on him. Snagging a cord around his cock, with a tug he followed her lead like a puppy on a string. Alan was enthralled with Kim’s initiative. The obvious place to take Alan once it was dark was outside their house, then across their sizeable property. She secured the cord to a branch of a bush at Kim’s favorite place very close to a country road. It was just across from where another road came to a “T” at the edge of their land. Behind a bush or two with his cock tied to a branch, Alan struggled and squirmed to hide when headlights from a car on the road threatened to reveal his humiliating attire. If Alan complained, Kim would install a ball gag or a penis-gag into his jaw and Alan would be mumbling until she decided to remove it.

From a short distance Kim watched Alan’s wiggle whenever car lights passed which might reveal his hidden position. After a short period she retrieved him from his torment. Over time, she was leaving him in his predicament longer and longer. Alan wasn’t comfortable about Kim’s cell phone pictures in the house, and even less so when he was tied to the bush, but it did heighten his arousal. At this bondage site several choice videos of him back-illuminated by passing car lights showed her sissy husband squirming in his embarrassment. She was growing to enjoy Alan’s humiliation and his inability to fix the situation himself by escaping. She felt more empowered. Kim shared her findings with Cindy by showing the cell phone pictures of Alan’s squirming in torment. They knew they were making progress. Cindy suggested that a day may come when the two women could spring a trap and Alan could be dominated to obey their commands. Kim agreed enthusiastically.

It was during these clandestine meeting that Kim and Cindy decided Alan should have a female name for his feminine persona. They decided Mimi sounded just about perfect. Kim suggested the name and introduced it to Alan. In short order it was Mimi anytime Alan was cross dressing.

A certain Friday was approaching. Kim told Alan to avoid eating all of that Friday and that in the evening she ordered him to use an enema as they had been doing for recent activities. She spiked his curiosity by saying he would really enjoy this particular weekend. As Friday began Alan was panting like a dog in heat with anticipation. In the evening he prepared, having made certain his body was hairless like a prepubescent boy, and that he was perfumed and ready when Kim came home.

Miss Mimi stood naked before Kim as her garter belt encircled Mimi’s hips. Miss Mimi scrolled the nylons up her legs and submissively stepped into her favorite brief, white microfiber panties. She did like satin and silk, but microfiber was wonderful because of the stretchiness of the material. This particular Friday Kim surprised Mimi with sturdy ballet slippers instead of typical low-cut sneakers. Around the ankle she wrapped pink ribbons, each ending with a little bow. But curiously, Kim added two small bells to each ankle which made tingling sound whenever a step was taken.

Kim advised Mimi she wanted to shorten the petticoat as if it was a spontaneous idea. This preferred garment was a 26 inch long, full 60-yard white crinoline slip, already poufy like Mimi liked for his fantasy, so Mimi was most curious about “shortening” it. Around Mimi’s naked waist Kim encircled a leather belt. Then pulling up the petticoat waist band to her midsection, she reverse-tucked the garment over the top of the belt and pulled it down from underneath, adjusted the length of the skirt from the usual length down to only 22 inches. The hem now ended at his upper thighs. Mimi’s panties peeked just at the bottom of the petticoat and Kim thought it was perfect for her sissy husband.

Mimi was hushed as Kim continued adjustments. She lifted the skirt of the petticoat and reaching the belt holding it up and Kim tightened the buckle even more snugly. Then Kim slipped in a tiny paddle lock making the garment most difficult to remove without the key. Mimi was aroused by complying with Kim’s domination over Alan. Next, at the waist region outside skirt-edge of the petticoat, but below where the first belt was felt underneath the material, Kim secured a second belt. This was also locked. Now without a key to unlock the 2 belts the petticoat was literally trapped in place and could not be removed without destroying the material.

Mimi’s middle torso above his waist was then encircled with a corset. This was something new. Kim tightened until her victim husband was having difficulty breathing. The result yielded a more feminine shape. The bottom edge of the corset overlapped the top border of the petticoat and additionally the corset made the crinoline stand out horizontally, more like a frilly ballet tutu. Mimi giggled as a sissy should when she saw her reflection in the mirror; she really liked it. Kim said that because of the petticoat’s flair Miss Mimi looked like one of the seed pods flying in the wind from a dandelion seed bulb.

Mimi’s eyes followed as Kim brought out two breast forms and using glue she stuck it on the sissy’s naked chest. Mimi blushed holding them in place as the glue dried. In the mirror it looked like she was a real girl fondling herself. While the glue set, Kim opened another bag from hiding containing a long line bra. This was also a new item for Miss Mimi. It was a perfect fit and now supported the prosthetic breasts. The bottom of the bra overlapped the top of the corset. This was the first time Mimi was wearing the corset, long-line bra, and prosthetics. Alan found it very erotic and was aroused and ready as Kim’s submissive sissy for their usual costume-play games.

The final touch also seemed to be something new. Instead of chaining his wrists behind his back, Kim instructed Alan to put his arms behind him. As a temporary measure she used a strap to bring his elbows just a little closer together. Then she instructed Alan to make each hand touch the forearm of the other arm. Using duct tape over his hands both arms were now secured behind his back. Alan liked the trapped and submissive feeling of his hands onto the oppose forearm. The strap at the elbows was no longer needed and removed. Kim intended to make the front of “Mimi’s” body emphasize her breast-appearance. Thrust outward as she was now made It impossible to not notice Mimi’s bust line, and Mimi felt like they were very real tits.

With a cord once again around Alan’s cock Kim was eager to leading him outside to their favorite tying spot. They were soon outside. Miss Mimi was blushing and humiliated, once again left to struggle for camouflage against the lights of passing cars. Except for this little show, Mimi had no idea this Friday was going to end radically different.

Back at the house Kim was preparing to drive her car downtown. When everything was ready she retrieved her sissy husband from his cross dressing torment and led him back to the house. There she slipped a Viagra into his lips and told him to drink some water to swallow it down. He did exactly as ordered thinking he might enjoy great sex for the evening. Alan began to panic, however, as she then led him to her passenger seat and ordered Mimi inside. His first thought was he was going to sit in the car in the driveway. Then Kim clicked the seat belt around him. Mimi’s arms were trapped between her back and the passenger seat. Then thinking Kim might actually drive into the country road, Mimi started to complain about not wanting to risk being exposed in traffic, but Kim instructed Miss Mimi that if she ever wanted help with “Alan’s” fantasies again she would remain completely silent.

Kim then drove towards town. As the car travelled, Alan fell into distress with his arms bound behind his back and strapped tight in his wife’s front seat. He was thankful it was dark yet he imagined passing cars or cars they passed could actually see him in his erotic sissy outfit. He was not certain if he ever succeeded. Reaching town streets, Kim eventually turned into the Library parking lot, and Kim maneuvered her vehicle around to the rear of the building. It was already past 10 PM and the library was thankfully closed and its windows dark. Kim exited and went to the passenger side to open the door. Kim ordered Mimi to get out. Her stern warning to remain silent was intimidating. Feeling like jelly inside Alan was more terrified at being discovered than ever before. Kim grinned to herself, noticing the Viagra was doing its job and Mimi’s panties were tented with his aroused member. She knew he would experience hours of sexual frustration which would not be satisfied. Kim was really enjoying her domination over Alan.

Kim shut and locked the passenger door. She advised Alan he was required to walk home half-dressed as a sissy girl. Alan immediately estimated it was 13 miles, partly by city streets during a Friday night, and the rest by country roads. In his fantasies he had imagined such a scenario but this was the first time Kim might actually force this on him in reality; he wasn’t convinced she was going through with it. But, he was terrified at the possibility of being caught by anyone dressed as Mimi, “the sissy.”

He was going to beg Kim to change her mind, but before he could rationalize a sentence, Kim was back in the driver’s seat and driving away. In the cool night air Alan stood in this empty lot, dressed in nothing but his sissy outfit with bells on his ankles, and with his arms tightly trussed behind his back. He couldn’t even move his fingers on his hands. For some reason his mind flashed back to all the girls in his youth which he had embarrassed. He realized his embarrassment was now magnitudes worse and he was on the verge of crying his eyes out as he struggled with his current situation.

Alan’s first inclination was cowering behind the small trees and bushes nearby. Words cannot describe his inner feelings. It was obviously a good thing he had used an enema earlier otherwise he might have lost it where he was hiding. His eyes surveyed the car lot trying to decide what to do next. He realized his Viagra issue as his cock was erect and demanding attention. He also realized his aroused state was just another torment Kim inflicted upon him. There was no way he could get any sexual satisfaction. He was like a dog in heat and would have screwed a tree if it got him release.

Time was ticked away and in his hidden position he was making zero progress. He tried telling himself Kim would return to save him. But, he was only having difficulty organizing his thoughts and finally he began rationalizing that people aren’t going to notice him if he passes quickly and keeps moving; just what about a half-dressed girl running down a street would make him think that? With a single step forward he was self-humiliated beyond imagination. He was really stepping out into the public view of his own choice as “Miss Mimi;” but what other choice did he have?

After just several steps he was further reminded of the damned bells on his ankles. Moving silently was impossible! Little bells alert anyone in earshot that he was passing! Regardless, he compelled himself to continue around to the front of the library building. The street was already closer than he’d wish, at the edge of the car lot. But there was a dark portion of the street ahead and he might be able to spot some places to hide if someone was coming or a car was passing. Bravely the sissy pushed down his anxiety. But his annoying cock still demanded attention when none was available. Beneath his prissy petticoat he was erotically aroused simply because of Viagra. What’s worse was that this was his sexual fantasy of being forced into public half-dressed in girl’s clothes. The visions of his grammar school days flushed thoroughly in his memories. In his mind he saw the face of every girl and they were laughing and pointing at him in ridicule. He deserved every bit of it.

Like never before, Miss Mimi felt totally feminized. Mimi imagined everyone in the street would see her passing. Alan’s psyche was so humiliated in an emasculated meltdown, but step by step he moved forward; Tingle, tingle, tingle sounds erupted from his cute ballet slippers. But in short order he was thinking he was actually making headway and better yet, not being discovered. The city blocks and cross streets passed like a blur as he picked his way from hiding spots. Eventually, up ahead were lights and he then remembered it was a coffee shop where Internet connections were offered. There was no way around it. There would be lots of others there. As he approached he began to pick his moments. People were milling around mostly to get to their cars. Maybe in a quick flurry of running, no one would spot him. Yeah, right!

Almost in a panic he suddenly bolted. Before he knew it he had passed and no one came running after him to embarrass him even more. His underwear was now creaming-wet with precum. Despite his distress, it seemed to Mimi she was perhaps enjoying parts of her dilemma.

Ahead he could see cars parking, and passengers disappeared into houses. Alan minced along as if he belonged there; tingle, tingle, tingle. Mimi hated those noisy bells! After a short while Alan estimated he was actually only a couple of miles into his walk home. But he was still on city streets. His cock was still tumescent and the Viagra was refusing to ease up. Kim’s torment by using this stuff was causing him endless added anxiety and humiliation. He just kept plodding along. He felt he was bending backwards because his arms were bound so tightly behind him. His cock was pointing in the direction of travel as if his genitals pulled Mimi in that direction.

Suddenly a bit ahead he noticed two figures; a couple of females he surmised. They were walking along the street towards him! As a precaution he hoped they would walk right past him if he was hiding. Carefully he spotted a row of rather tall bushes in a yard. He hid behind and waited. It tormented him further they did not pass his hiding spot as quickly as he hoped. For some reason they slowed as they approached.

To his dismay they peered around the bush and spotted him. Calling him out, Alan crouched motionless as if by not moving they couldn’t actually see him. But finally he surrendered and shamefully he minced forward. The two women actually laughed and giggled out loud at him as he was viewed. Alan tried to explain his wife made him dress up and then she drove him to town and abandoned him. They listened to his lies, all the time grinning from ear to ear at the situation. One girl said Mimi looked like a dandelion puff because of his horizontal petticoat. This was what Kim has said earlier. He thought this must really be his sissy appearance. Then the other suddenly said she could offer Alan a ride home. Alan became hopeful. As they began walking the women heard the bells on his ankles and that started a whole new round of laughter. He was never so humiliated but he went along anyway like a good submissive sissy should.

Moments later, with his arms still bound in tape because they declined to help remove anything, they clicked the seat belt around Alan and once again he realized he was a captive. The driver advised her name was Cindy and unknown to him this was the same Cindy who was a friend of Kim. Obviously Cindy and Kim had planned this encounter in advance. In actuality Cindy has driven past him several times as she was monitoring his progress. It wasn’t just an accident. Cindy drove several blocks and suddenly turning into another street leading away from his path home! Alan realized that as their captive he was helpless to do anything about it.

She eventually parked in a driveway. On her cell phone, Cindy called someone and just as suddenly more women streamed out of the house wanting to see Alan’s sissy appearance. He was subsequently dragged out of the car and ushered into the house. In short order his petticoat was lifted and everyone could see his tented and wet panties which proved he was thoroughly enjoying his exposure. Alan wanted to melt into the floor and disappear with embarrassment and humiliation. His nightmare of being caught had now come true. Mimi was exposed as the complete and utter sissy maid who was living her fantasy.

Someone in the crowd suddenly produced another pair of white panties and another girl whipped out a ball gag. Through the leg holes they stuck the ball gag and then forced the panties-cover ball it into Alan’s jaws. He was now confronted with a whole new prospect of real humiliation. His grammar school antics were far tamer than this! The girls propped him in front of a mirror and laughed and giggled at a male who allowed his self to be cross dressed and then bound, and then deposited downtown so other people could inevitably discover him.

They all seemed to have a cell phone and hundreds of pictures and videos were snapped. For their amusement they then covered the sissy’s eyes with cotton balls and taped over it until Alan could no longer see anything. He found it alarming that the women tied a cord to his penis very much like Kim does. Around the house he was led. The women baited him with accusations of being gay, or being a female wanna-be, or a desire to become a sissy maid for someone. After a short while that seemed like hours, they were all back outside again and he could reason they were tying his cock-cord to a parking meter at the side of the street!

The group jeered and laughed at Alan’s predicament. This had all the earmarks of his terrible youthful indiscretions. The girls he had taunted in grammar school were now getting full revenge. Displayed in his own petticoats and panties, Mimi was ridiculed and humiliated beyond his imagination. However, eventually they had their fun and they suddenly all went back inside the house.

In the ensuing silence Alan imagined himself being spotted by every random passer who comes along. From the house he could hear the women pressing and laughing at him from their windows. With his dick tied to a parking meter it was impossible to move away and hide. Fortunately, Cindy eventually came out and removed the tape and cotton balls from his eyes. The ball gag and panties were removed from his mouth. After his erect Viagra-driven cock was freed from the cord, Cindy told Alan she was releasing him to continue his walk home. He was puzzled, but had no way to know that Cindy had given Kim a report that Alan was making progress and doing fine on his adventure. Cindy watched his petticoat bouncing around his hip as he scampered into the darkness. Alan just wanted the planet to swallow him up. The women just had great amusement taking advantage of a helpless sissy-male victim.

After about three-quarter of a mile without incident, Alan finally reached the edge of town. However, he had to cross a wide well-trafficked road. In hiding he waited, constantly surveying both sides of the road in the distance until at last no cars were coming. It must have been way past midnight, he reasoned. Across the road he scurried as he searched for another hiding place on the opposite side. None too soon he was in camouflage as cars were again zooming past his location. When the chance arrived Alan then headed toward the darker country road and the final long trek yet to travel. His arms ached from being in their awkward position for so long. Thankfully the Viagra was finally wearing off. But in his fantasy attire, it was all too easy for this sissy to once again become aroused by his appearance as a victim in public view.

A car suddenly appeared right behind him and slowed to a stop. In futility, Alan stopped moving and he was actually relieved to find it was only Cindy directed him into the passenger seat. With instructions from Alan, Cindy finally drove him the rest of the way home and into his own driveway. She guided him out of her car and almost instantly, she was back in the car and driving off. Alan stood in the dark puzzling at the whole evening. The realization came that with his arms still behind his back and hands taped to opposite arms there was no way to twist a door knob and get inside. He knew he’d have to wait for Kim to get up and let him in.

Alan looked like a white fluffy blob in the grass where he finally collapsed with fatigue. His petticoat was still perky in the air being tucked so tightly into his waist belts and the half which stood still above him as he slept in the grass waved in the gentle breeze. At sunrise he awoke as Kim stood over him nudging him awake.

She laughed at how silly Alan looked as a sissy in bondage. She opened the door to the house and Alan moved quickly into the kitchen. Kim cut off the duct tape sealing his arms behind his back. It was such a relief bringing his arms back into a normal position. Then she unlocked his belts and helped him remove the sissy-girl clothing. She asked if his bondage and cross dressing was everything he’d hoped for. Alan reflected that now that everything turn out without any really bad events, it had actually been not as bad as feared. He ran for a quick shower to get clean and fatigue finally hit again and regardless of how much he wanted to have sex with Kim, Alan barely made it to the bed. He was asleep without as much as a single turn to become more comfortable.

Kim and Cindy’s plan had accomplished their first objective.

The story may continue soon in “Sissy Husband – Wife’s revenge”
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Good story :P
Impatiently awaiting part 2 :gag:
There's a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so they can't get away.
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Dear cdinbonds:

...for your reading pleasure... another episode posted, as requested.
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janeboi wrote:Dear cdinbonds:

...for your reading pleasure... another episode posted, as requested.
Also on my part, thanks for the continuation.
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