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Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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Identity Theft & financial fraud (there's even a reference - probably unintentional, since I'm not sure if the phrase was in common usage at the time - to money laundering); Whereas once it was a few minutes with a climax and a downer now we have sometimes an hour of stimulation teasing. We are so much closer. I am desperate. I think about ** all the time. (That is why I am here) but I dare not ** because I would feel weak and I know I would feel depressed afterwards. I do not push for ** because that causes her to shut down. Just occasionally she will say that I can **. Maybe two times a year.

They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness. Shortly thereafter Sara came in the room and seemed amused that I was squirming around on the bed. "Ahh, that's so cute baby. I love to see you wiggling, but you aren't going to get free." she remarked as she set on the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I hope you slept okay. I figured it might be hard for you to sleep so I let you sleep in a little longer this morning. But, you're up now and we need to get started." I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something special I am sure so I was kind of in a hurry to get home, but it was a nice day so I decided take my time. What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face.Femdom/Authoritarian, Misc. Stories, Sweet/ Sentimental Keywords: Appliances Attached, Bondage, Breast Implants, She was right. I could feel the strings on each side digging into me and I could feel the crotch pushing up on the already tight strip of tape. My wife disappeared behind me and then rubbed her hand on my ass. "Wow, that is nicer than I thought it would be." Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me. I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself. For me I have from the day I mixed with other children identified more with the girls than I did with the boys, I even ran away from home at the age of eight or nine because my parents decided I should have my shoulder length blond hair cut into a more boyish style. I didn't get far in the running away thing making it as far as the playground lol

Then she spoke, "I knew you wouldn't have let me keep you like that for much longer, so now I have to do this. Don't worry..." I walked in the door to meet a very excited wife. Her normal hug and kiss was replaced by an exceedingly more passionate version. This was going to be a great night. My wife's anxiety was palpable. In a nutshell ** peaked around the time we got married. After we had a couple of kids it was pretty **. She let me have ** with her but it was worse than **. She had no energy and no interest in **. We had marriage counselling. Actually several times. Pretty much a waste of time. We were two people living in the same house with me pushing her for ** and she would resist resist resist and eventually let me do it. These are odd times with forced lifestyle changes none of us had planned for leaving us time to reflect on so many aspects of our lives,She came over to ungag me. She ripped off the tape, ouch, and then pulled out what had been in my mouth. It was a pair of panties. "Don't worry, they're clean, Tom. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out a name for you because Tom just isn't working with that outfit. How about...Tina?" she asked. "You are enjoying this a lot, aren't u?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Oh yes, this is so much fun. I can't do this kind of stuff with my girlfriends or boyfriends." No outside influence made me this way, it wasn't nurture it is plan and simply the way nature meant it to be for me.

So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand. We all have and most still do ask ourselves why we are like this but we very rarely ask what drives us. what makes us do what we do whatever stage you are on the spectrum.Karen: Come over this saturday around 12. My parents are going away for the weekend so i have the house to myself. this is the perfect opportunity, c'mon. Too bad. I had a couple of outfits now. I loved the one yellow floral dress, because it was such a soft material, and when I whirled around, it would swish against the pantyhose, and send shivers up and down my spine. I just loved it! It turned me on so much! But one day, even in full dress, it didn’t seem like enough. I wanted more! Nobody was home, so for the first time, I left my room dressed as a girl. I was *so* afraid that someone would look in the windows and see me! The only thing that came out of the marriage counselling was that we started to communicate better. To talk. From the talk I learned that she felt trapped with an obligation to "perform" ** for me and that trapping meant she did not even think about **.

Gambling Addiction ("Dogs", the only A-side missing from this compilation, probably because it isn't really very good - the flip side, "Call Me Lightning", is better, but its lyric theme doesn't fit the pattern); and, finally, She smiled as I squirmed on the table. The cuffs held me down on the table so tightly that I could only muster a slight wiggle. With no leverage still, there just wasn't anything I could do to stop whatever was about to happen. She began pulling more items out of the box and setting them on the table. I watched as each item came out. They consisted of a 3 inch roll of duct tape, a 2 inch roll of duct tape, rope, electrical tape, a maxi pad, a bikini, a push-up bra, and 2 rather large balloons filled with water. This seemed bad whatever it was.

The person behind me had my arms and forced them together behind me. I could tell it was a woman and my wife clearly knew her. She placed what felt like a zip tie around my wrist and pulled it tight and cinched my wrist together. She yanked up on it one last time making sure it was as tight as it could be. I felt the zip tie dig into my wrist as she tried to get one more notch out of it. I tried to protest but I was face down into a pillow my wife had placed on her chest. Without a hesitation I could fell another zip tie going around my ankles that was cinched tight. I have never understood this and think it's just an excuse start treating your partner with the same respect these whores get and you will see a difference. I am so tired of the excuses from both men and women about how they did it because 'they weren't being treated right' or whatever. I have been married for eight years, but for the last two years my wife has made me change. Her not being as sexually active as I would like, unlike me who always seemed to be aroused. I was always aroused and like most men eager to get it on. However my wife had become growingly tired of this and my seemingly endless small erections. She had become so discussed when she would see me with an **. She would tell me that is not a mans ** at all, it is to small. We had not had ** in over a year at the time and she had been saying that we need to do something to keep my small erections from happening all the time. Over the last two years she has gotten her way by molding me to what she calls the perfect husband.

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