It was the dress that provoked and aroused the wildest amorous passion in Larry every time she put it on. Just see her in this dress gave Larry the hots and made his cock harden instantly. The upper portion fit skin tight and laced up the front like a corset and displayed the cleavage of bosom in all their glory. The lower portion hugged her hips and then cascaded freely down her legs to mid thigh. The dress was split up the sides from its hem to the top of her stocking. If she walked a certain way you could easily glimpse a peep of her stocking tops and the lace of her garters. The material was black velvet which Larry found very erotic and sensualistic and exciting and very exhilarating to the touch.

Horny lust and despair welled up in Larry as his wife slid into the dress and tightly laced the corset top. He had never seen her look more alluring or beautiful. But he knew as he watched, that this time she was not dressing for him.

Finishing with her dress Larry's mistress moved to the mirror again and admired herself. She took another long drink from her glass of wine and sat down at her dressing table to apply her makeup.

She put mascara and eye liner on, as Larry looked on from within the closet and thought. She doesn't need that stuff. She the most beautiful, sexy female on earth and I'm privileged to serve as her slave. As she applied a coat of lip gloss to finish a flawless job. Larry admitted that the cosmetic's heightened and enhanced her natural beauty. Her sexy bedroom eyes sparkled naughtily and now her sensual pouting mouth look so kissable it was beyond belief.

His wife was in the process of putting away her makeup when she suddenly stopped and look at Larry. This was the first time she had looked directly at her slave since she had put the chastity belt on him.

"I know what you need, slave," she said teasingly. "You need some makeup. Your eyes need that look that says 'FUCK ME!' and your lips and mouth must beg to give blow jobs."

She walked over to her slave and carefully applied a heavy coat of eye liner and mascara to his face. Then she sloppily coated his lips with bright red lipstick. In a few minutes she stepped back to admire her handy work.

Larry looked quickly into the bedroom at the mirror and could not believe how he now look. His wife caressed his cheek, and Larry quickly glanced back at his wife/mistress.

"Yes, that's better. Tomorrow you will learn how to apply your own makeup. Now you look more like the wanton slut you've become. Soon ..., my little queer slut, I'll be able to sit at home while you go out and find me a real man to fuck. You will bring him home for me and, if you're lucky and very docile, obedient and submissive, we'll allow you permission to suck his cock clean after he's finished fucking and pleasuring me. I'll bet you're ready to do that now!"

She laughed, turned and slammed the door in Larry's face.

Again Larry's world was shrouded in darkness. His cock pulsed and throbbed with pain at not having achieved orgasm. His whole body ached and merged with the distress and pain he felt in his testicles. His nuts were so full of sperm that every breath he took made it feel if they were going to burst, the pressure was so intense. But the pain that hurt Larry the most was the vision of his lovely wife being loved by another man. In his mind's eye he could see him fucking and pleasure his wife in ways that he was denied.

Larry's mind began to drift back in time again. This time to his second wedding anniversary. Back to when his beautiful and attractive mistress/wife first took sexual pleasure from another man. When his mistress taught her slave that she could never be fully or completely satisfied by a sissified whimpy husband.

Larry remembered that morning after his first anniversary his wife had called his employer and told them that Larry was quitting to devote himself to her and their marriage. From that day forward Larry became a house husband as well as his wife slave.

During the day while his wife worked at her office, he was to cook, clean house, wash cloths, etc, all the things customary done by female home-makers. His wife/mistress had taken a week's vacation and he had a short but intensive training course in becoming a home-maker. His development and further indoctrination as a submissive slut occurred mostly after working hours and on weekends.

Larry winched almost feeling the pain when he recalled the day that his mistress arrived home early from work to find the house empty.

Her slave return home wearing male cloths instead of the dress he was suppose to have on and he smelled of beer. His wife without delay marched the surprised Larry to the bedroom. Shoving him onto the bed she ripped off his cloths while she slapped his face many times as she screamed over and over again.

"You dumb fucking slut! When will you learn! You're not a man anymore!"

She then entered the closet and returned with all his male cloths. Piling his cloths next to him she handed him a pair of scissors and demanded that he cut them up into little pieces.

She next tied Larry face down on the bed with his hands and feet securely anchored to the corners. Pulling at his hips with her hands she commanded.

"Raise you hips Slave. I want to elevate you buttocks with this pillow. I am going to punish you. Discipline you severely. I going to whip you ass. You're not a man who goes drinking at the corner pub but my personal little slut/slave and when I'm through with your ass, you'll never dare wear men's cloths again or even think of leaving this house without my explicit permission. Your bottom will look like chopped steak when I'm through beating and lashing it you ignorant, empty-headed fucking little bitch."

Before the beating was over Larry buttocks and inner thighs were welted and bleeding and he was begging a pleading for mercy and forgiveness from his mistress. It took almost a month for his ass to heal up. This did not stop his wife from purchasing the chastity belt that he now wears daily underneath his feline apparel.

Larry focused his thought on his second anniversary it happen to fall on a Saturday that year the second week in January. The alarm clock when off at five thirty as usual. His sleepy mistress reach across his naked body and shut it off. She groped around trying to find the key that would unlock her slave from his nightly bondage.

Larry's feet were tied to the foot of the bed with a scarf and his wrists were cuffed and padlock together, a long dog leash connecting them to the corner post of the headrest. He awkwardly struggled to set up, unlocking his hands he reached back and removed the strap holding the ball gag in his mouth. Rubbing his sore mouth and jaw Larry untied his ankles.

"Thank you, mistress, for keeping me secure and protected during the night. I love you more than life itself. Please allow me the privilege of serving you today."

His mistress had instructed him to address her every morning in this manner. Since their first anniversary he was bound to her bed with just enough slack in the dog leash that if she desired he could wiggle and squirm down and get between her thighs and satisfy her orally if that was her whim during the night.

"You're welcome, slave. I love you too," she responded to his question sleeply. "Did you sleep well, slave?"

"Very well mistress. May I please have permission to use the bathroom, mistress?," he asked sweetly with a girlish voice.

"If you mean piss slave, Yes. But remember that slut/ladies like yourself squat on the toilet when the pee, they down stand like at a men's urinal. And don't be in there long, I don't you playing with the miserable teeny little thing you call a cock. You have chores to do. Be quite in there and while you're working, I'll be sleeping in until ten."

"Yes, mistress, thank you for allowing me to pee and I'll work very quitely."

Turning over and closing her drowsy eyes Larry's mistress commanded. "Wake me at ten with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and the morning paper. Then you can prepare my breakfast. Now go make pee pee for your mistress like a good little girl."

Larry hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself then return to his dresser to prepare for the day. First he pulled out the leather chastity belt. As he snapped the last self-clocking buckle into place he thought himself the luckiest slave in the world for having such a beautiful and understanding mistress. He felt loved and secure. A shiver went down his back as his sensitive ass tried to accommodate to the cold, solid dildo now deep in his bowels. He felt thankful that mistress had chosen a small training phallus to snap to the crotch strap. His mistress was strict and sometimes harsh with him but he knew she only punished and whipped him for her amusement and enjoyment. These punishments and the discipline only served to make him a better slave.

Larry next took out of the dresser a black lace bra and matching panties. He easily reach behind his back and fastened the tiny hooks of the bra. He had learned his lesson on dressing as a woman very well. He looked in the mirror as he pulled the lace panties up over his freshly shaved legs. The sight aroused him as well as the feeling of the silky material as it caressed the cheeks of his buttocks. He suddenly felt the mounting pressure as his growing penis pushed against the unyielding leather pouch restraining his stiffing cock. His mistress had lined the inside of the pouch today with sand paper and he knew that before long the head of his gland would be rubbed raw and he would be in agonizing pain. Larry took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Expertly the slave pulled black fish-net stockings up each leg and fastened them to the garters attached to the straps of the chastity belt that encircled his upper thighs. Watching the transformation of himself in the mirror, Larry became aroused again and had to stop for a moment until the pain from his growing erection subsided a little.

Larry pulled the maid's uniform from the closet. The uniform was a sheer black satin dress with a hemline that ended at mid thigh just below the tops of the stocking tops. Sewn onto the front of the dress below the waste was a dainty while lace apron. The feel of the fabric over his feminized body was too much for the slave. Vainly. his cock attempted to thicken and rise inside the restraining leather pouch. The combination of arousal and pain brought him to his knees in lustful tear. He was hot and horny and needed to be fuck like the slut he knew he had become. While his mistress continued to sleep Larry's enslavement continued to grow in intensity.

Taking the list of chores from the dresser that his mistress required to be done, Larry silently left the bedroom. After thoroughly cleaning and scrubbing the bathroom, he did the kitchen, then dusted the furniture. At precisely ten he woke his mistress from her morning slumber.

"Wake up, darling mistress. I love you," he spoke softly from the foot of the bed as he held the juice and paper.

'Waking up, his wife yawned then sat up as she brushed her must-up hair out of her eyes. She smiled at her slave as she stretched out her hand for the orange juice. "Slave may approach his mistress," she spoke softly and reassuringly.

Larry hastily knelt by the side of the bed and put the glass in her hand, them submissively offer the newspaper with both hands.

"You may now prepare my breakfast," she ordered as she took the paper from his hands.

"Yes mistress, right away. Is their anything special that you want this morning?" Larry spoke bowing his head.

"I think a three minute egg, bacon and toast. Now go." she said as open the paper.

Twenty minutes latter Larry return with a breakfast tray and again knelt beside the bed.

"Have you completed all your chores, slave?" inquired his mistress.

"Yes, mistress everything has been done. The kitchen and bathroom are spotless and all the furniture has been dusted and polished." Larry spoke with pride in his girlish voice. He had learned to be an excellent home-maker just as his wife/mistress had wanted.

"You are a very good little slave, and shall have a tiny reward," his mistress spoke lovingly as she caress his hair. "Bring the pad and I will give you a little of your favorite drink."

Obediently, Larry brought the thin rubber pad from the bathroom. He removed the silk sheet covering his mistress then waited patiently as she worked her negligee up under her breast. He then slid the pad under his wife's buttocks, and upper thighs. Settling herself she spread her leg widely and nodded.

Larry crawled onto the bed and lowered his head between her spread thighs and pressed his face into her soft fragrant crotch. His cock stiffen in its leather pouch, sending waves of exotic pain throughout his body as his excitement rose at the thought of what was about to happen.

On weekend's Larry's mistress had starting employing him as a toilet/slave. She would empty her bladder into his mouth and when he had swallowed the urine she would have him lick her clean with his tounge. At first he had been disciplined frequently for letting some of her precious fluid escaped his lips.

His mistress now felt that although her slave was humiliated and degraded when required to drink her piss, she felt that he secretly desired the act because now he seldom lost any of her pee. She ruled out the next logical step in toilet training for she could not shit on any one not even her sissified/whip husband. Everyone has to draw the line somewhere and this was her line.

Larry now loved this weekend practice and felt it was very appropriate that a slave should only be allowed to consume drink after it had already been drunk. Larry knew a slave's pleasure and release must never occur until after the complete satisfaction of his mistress, and must always be accompanied by pain and/or humiliation. What could be more humiliating that being made to drink urine.

Larry particularly looked forward to drinking his wife's morning urine. He had grown to love the taste and smell of his wife's urine and the way the taste of her piss change and sweetened during the course of the day. He know this change was caused by the sugar she consumed as she drank coffee, tea and diet soft drink. But nothing could compare with the taste of strong morning pee. Nothing could conceal the flavor and aroma of the hot fluid as it hit the back of this mouth and poured down his throat and into his empty stomach.

Larry used the finger of both hands to spread and separate the lips of his wife vagina. Closing his mouth over her urethra he sealed his lips tightly to her, waiting for the flow to begin.

As his mistress took a bite of egg, she relaxed her bladder and let a warm stream gush into her slave's eager mouth. She smiled as he squirmed and moaned with pleasure. She had also come to enjoy these weekends and was considering extending this delightful diversion to other days of the week.

She chewed a bite of toast. She knew that her slave had not climaxed for an entire week and that he was beside himself with lust and desire for an orgasm. She knew that when in this condition, he would become weaker and more helplessly under her dominate spell with every degrading task she assigned him.

She took a bite of bacon and let a long, warm gush of urine escape her urethra. Her slave struggled to swallow it all without spilling a single drop of her delicious pee. Larry's wife took a sip of coffee and smile again.

She thought about all the women she knew and all the women of the world. They could all convert their men into toys for their own pleasure and amusement if they only know how to harness their men's overpowering sexual need and desires. She wondered how much one of her girlfriend or a rich woman would pay for a man who was trained to greedily drink urine as his only reward for providing her with hours or even days of submissive service and untold pleasures.

For the final time she opened her bladder, this time allowing all of its remaining contents to rush into her slave's mouth. She arched her hips up slightly as he began licking her pussy lips. Her pink puckered asshole was now directly in front of her slaves face and she gave a long morning fart. Although she could not bring herself to shit in her slave's mouth. He was definitely going to learn to worship her anus. She wanted to feel his lips kissing and nibbling at the sensitive ring and then feel his tounge bathed and probed her bottom hole.

As she finished her meal and read the paper her slave remained at the crotch gently licking her labia lips praying that she would become aroused. He loved his wife/mistress and desperately want to give her an orgasm to start the day off. He wanted to kiss and caress her erect clitoris with his tongue and to feel her titties and pull gently on her hard nipples as she shook in a climax that he had produced in her, but it was not to be. His mistress finished her meal and pulled his face from between her thighs.

"Get busy slave and do the dished. But first I'm going to bath so go draw me a bubble bath. When you've finished the dishes come and help me dress."

Larry marvelled at his wife's beauty and elegance as she emerged from her bath. After drying her he help her dress. She wore a black leather min-skirt and ankle length spiked heel boots that emphasized her long slender legs. Her while silk blouse fit loosely and contrasted with the skin-tight leather skirt.

"Its our anniversary. Would you like to take your mistress shopping," she ask as she sat at her vanity brushing her hair.

"Oh, yes mistress but I can't go in these cloths," eagerly replied her husband who was still dressed in his feminine maid's uniform. He had not left the house since the day his mistress forced him to cut up his male cloths.

"Oh, changing won't be necessary for you. You make a very pretty maid."

"But mistress ..." stammered Larry.

"There will no but mistresses', now let's go, the mall opened two hours ago and the paper said they were having a gigantic sale today." Taking her slave's arm, she led him to the garage.

Fear welled up in the slave. With each step toward the door leading to the garage he became even more frightened. He began to beg and plead as tears filled his eyes.

"Please, mistress. Please don't .... Pleaseeee!"

"Please what?" she responded innocently.

"Please don't make me go shopping dressed as a woman. Pleaseee!"

"But you make such a lovely woman. Your hair has grown long and your beautiful nails match the color of your lipstick. You really do make a very pretty female. Besides won't shopping be fun? You've lost thirty or forty pounds in the last year and you could certainly use some new cloths. It will just be two girls out shopping until they drop."

"Please, no." Larry sobbed.

"Oh, yes I insist. We might even meet someone we know? Perhaps Betty and John you remember them don't you. Or that nice couple down the block Frank and Edith. Don't you want to come out of the closet as they say and quit hiding your little secret?"

"I'm so ashamed. Pleasee don't make me go like this," her slave whined.

"Don't whine, darling," she consoled. "We might even find us a man today. I know you're always horny. Wouldn't you like to fuck by a man?" she giggled.

Larry began to cry and sob, "No! I only want you. I only want to please you."

"Well, I need more than just you. I need a real man."

Larry's face flushed red as they entered the garage. His cock though was rock-hard and causing him immense pain with in its leather prison. Larry at that moment was very confused, how could he be so humiliated and embarrassed and you so turned-on and aroused at the same time.

His mistress walk to the back of her BMW and open the trunk. "OK, my little whimp/panty slave. This time I'll let you hide here in the trunk while I shop. But think about what you'll be missing. All the beautiful dresses and lingerie we could have tried on and bought. Now strip, take that dress off and your panties, it's ten degrees outside today and I want you to suffer while I'm shopping."

Thankful not to be publicly humiliated he quickly followed his mistress's orders and crawled into the trunk and curled himself into a ball. His mistress produced two pair of handcuffs. She pulled her slave's right arm behind his back and cuffed it to his left ankle. She then pulled his left arm back and cuffed it to his right ankle. Pulling out a wad of toilet paper from her purse she stuffed as much as she could into Larry's mouth. She add ball gag making it impossible for the paper to be spit out.

"That should hold you for awhile," she said cruelly pinching his ass. Turning she walked to a garbage can in the corner of the garage. Pulling out a plastic bag with fish scraps and rotting food, she returned and place it next to Larry face. The smell was overpowering and Larry had to fight the urge to vomit. He tried to move away from the foul smelling bag but the way he was bound he couldn't escape the odious odor.

Laughing his mistress smirked, "you looked to comfortable, slave. Now you will really suffer." Slowing closing the trunk she added. "You will be cramped cold, and alone. In your misery, I want you to ask yourself if your foolish pride is more important that obeying your mistress. Think about who and what your are now. You are no better than that stinking bag of garbage beside you! You should be honored to be my slave and act as my personal maid. Think about how good it would have felt to walk in the warm stores with me, smiling at people, and trying on clothes with me. I love you slave. Remember, this is for you own good."

SLAM! Larry was now in total darkness. He heard the car start then begin to move. The stench of the garbage was sickening to the bound slave. His arms and back was beginning to ache. He lost track of time as he thought about his wife's words. He felt the car stopping then the sound of the door slamming.

The toilet paper was disintegrating is his mouth, bits of it were going down his throat every time he swallowed. His trouble mind reeled with thoughts as he tried to sort out what was happening. He admitted to himself that accompanying his wife in public as her feminized slave would allow him more dignity than lying like a bag of garbage in the trunk of her car. He pictured himself beside this attractive and elegant mistress, blinded by her radiant beauty.

Slowly, a new realization came to Larry. He realized and understood that if he truly gave himself to his mistress, he would not care how he was dressed or what the reactions of other people would be. Yes! Now he realized his wife was right when she told him that she was doing this for his own good.

After what seemed an eternity of waiting in the cramped, foul darkness, the car started and began moving again. Later the trunk door opened and Larry was back in the garage again.

His mistress unlocked her slave's cuffs and removed his gag. "Well, did my little slave learn anything on our shopping trip?", she inquired.

"Yes, beautiful mistress," Larry quickly spoke swallowing the last of the toilet paper. "I learned that the only important thing in my life is being with you and pleasing you."

"Then what do you say, slave?", his mistress asked smiling, knowing that her slave had taken another giant step in his development.

"Thank you, mistress. Thank you for teaching me an important lesson. If I should falter in the future or displease you. Please punish and discipline me so that I can learn to be a better slave. My only wish in life is to serve and obey you, mistress."

"You're welcome, slave. Now take that awful smelling bag out of my car and throw it back in the garbage can, then run into the house and meet me in the bathroom. I need to urinate and its been several hours since you've tasted my precious priceless pee. Now hurry!"

After swallowing the last drop of this wife's urine and tenderly cleaning her vagina and anus with his tongue, Larry started to rise but his mistress kept the almost nude slave between her thighs by locking her legs around his back and hips. She commanded, "Down! You slut bitch. I didn't give you permission to rise." She slid back on the toilet seat smiling as her slave dropped back to his knees and bowed his head in submission.

"Did I taste sweet, my little slut," she ask as she caressed his still damp lips with the tip of her finger.

"Oh, yes mistress. Your pee is delicious, it taste even better than that expensive bottle of champagne we had on our wedding night."

"Good! I have decided that you will accompany me to the ladies room every time I need to relieve myself and that includes when we're out in public. Now kiss me I want to see if I cant taste myself."

Leaning forward she french kissed her slave for several moments. Breaking the kiss she gasp, "You stink of garbage! You must bath we are going out to dinner this evening." Reaching into her brasserie she handed Larry the key to the chastity belt adding. "Clean your dildo before you shower."

She was pleased to see the her husband/slave was still erect and stiff when he removed the leather prison from his body. She even heard the moan of pleasure as he extracted the dildo from his ass. Her eyes sparkled in the knowledge that what she had subjected him to excited and aroused her slave/husband. She watched contentedly as he immediately began to clean the smelly rod with his tongue and continued licking and sucking the instrument until she took it from him saying.