Birthday Present Chapter 3

I watched them go into the dressing room and decided that maybe I should wait a little before I tried to slow down the feminization of my husband. After all, his makeup did need to be fixed.

Chapter 12

I sat on the bench in our dressing room as my secretary freshened my makeup, Jenny handing her items and making suggestions. They had both picked up their panties and slipped them back on before they sat me down and started working on me. As Gail deftly corrected the smudges and smears that our sexual encouter had produced, her hands lovingly touching my face here and there, I thought about what a change had occured in our relationship in just a couple of days. From being an entirely appropriate secretary, here she was, sharing in a sexual game that had started between Donna and myself. She and Jenny, whom I had never even known, were intimately involved with both Donna and me, not only as sex partners, but as participants in my feminization. I could only wonder, amazed at what I had allowed to happen.

I have always been in control of my life. I chose my career. I met and courted Donna and purposefully sought her hand in marriage. I had even initiated most of our experimentation sexually. Yet here I was, engaged in a sexual experience that I had not initiated nor seemed to have any control over. I was obeying the commands of my wife, my secretary, a sales girl, and I guess any other woman who would give me one. I was acting completely out of character and could only explain it in the old fashioned way. My little head was leading my big head around.

The problem was, I was hooked. I was enjoying the sex so much and it was so much more in quantity, and so much more intense than anything I had ever experienced, that I couldn't stop. And I found the sense of being out of control to be much more exhilarating than being in control. My last few days had been a whirlwind of sexual emotions and sensations. I have had more arousals and climaxes in a short period of time than I have ever had. The sensations of letting the women control me and use me have released some kind of something, I have no idea what, in me that stimulates and overtakes me, and leads me into doing things that I've never dreamed of doing.