Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

“Helen, you are my daughter, and I love you with all of my heart. I’m sure that you know that any advice that I give you is only that which I believe to be in your own best interest. Karen, it seems to me that you have arrived here at a most fortuitous moment… and, I hope that you will be willing to help my daughter and me to teach her perverted husband… a lesson that he’ll never forget!” Susan said to the other ‘shocked’ women.

“You’ve got something in mind, haven’t you mum?” Helen replied.

“What are you planning Susan?” Karen asked.

“Well, first of all, he/she must remain fully feminized until we say otherwise! We’ll keep him dressed up as our fully feminized, crossdressed, transvestite slut and sex-slave!” Susan told her accomplices.

“I like it.” Helen responded.

“Can we do it so that the changes will be really noticeable?” Karen queried.

“Like what?” Helen asked.

“How about taking him to a beauty salon… and getting him a full make-over? You know… including things like shaping and plucking his eyebrows… and making them pencil thin! How about making him pierce his ears, and wearing girly earrings? We could have permanent eye-liner tattooed around his eyes… He could be made to wear long false lashes… and maybe, we could get him a ‘Brazilian’ style bikini-wax… What do you think? Shall we do it? I think it would be great to do these things to him!” Karen suggested.

“It’s a bit severe… but, it sounds like a plan to me!” Susan agreed. “It would certainly teach him a lesson!”

There was a short pause, and silence filled the room as Helen considered the proposition, but moments later, she nodded her acquiescence, and added:

“We don’t even need to go to the salon… I have a friend who is a beautician… I’m sure that she’d come over and do the necessary!”

“Excellent!” Karen noted.

“Let’s go ahead and do it all!” Susan replied.

The following is told by Pippa:

Still bound and immobile, I heard the door to the room as it opened, allowing my Mistresses to enter once again. I wondered what they had decided my fate to be… and, I tried desperately to hide my ever growing excitement from them. It was an impossible task. My rampant cock was throbbing through the silky fabric of my panties!

“Look girls… We’ve excited our girly ‘slave!’ Her ‘boy-clitty’ is hard and throbbing!” Karen said, excitedly!

“My goodness! After we’d forced her to be our submissive too! I think that she is beginning to enjoy her subservience to us, Ladies! It seems to me that she likes being forced into her role as a ‘feminized sex-slave’ for us!” My wife Helen observed!

“You see… Deep down inside, she really wants to serve her Mistresses… as a submissive slut… forced to comply with our every wish!” Susan observed.

“Call your friend, Helen… The visiting beautician that you know. Ask her to come over, tonight… as soon as she can… I think that you should explain to her that it’s so that she can feminize your husband. Explain to her that Philip/Pippa needs a complete make-over, and that you will be imposing no limits as to what she can do to complete her job! Tell her that once she has finished, we will all be expecting to see no masculine traits in Philip’s physique…” Susan instructed her daughter.

“Yes, let’s do it!” Karen agreed.

“Okay then, I will!” Helen agreed!

Helen picked up the phone, and called her friend, Alicia… the ‘mobile,’ visiting beautician that she knew well. She asked her if she could do her a big favour, and if she would be willing to come straight over to her house…

“Can you come over immediately? Please… drop whatever it is that you’re doing… and come straight over! You probably won’t believe what I’m going to ask you to do for me… but, I promise you that I’m not joking… and that I consider it to be really urgent. You know that I’d never fool around with you. We’re much too close for that… but, only you can help me with what has to be done!”

Alicia agreed to drop everything, and promised that she would be at Helen’s house within the hour!

Thirty-five minutes later, Alicia rang the front door bell, and entered the house, intrigued to discover Helen’s secret! She was shown through the house, and into the room within which I had been bound and immobilized!

Shock showed on her face!

“I need you to give my husband a full make-over… I expect Philip to have been fully transformed into ‘Pippa,’ (his feminized ‘alter-ego...’) including things like the thinning, plucking, and shaping of his eyebrows… making them pencil thin! The piercing of his ears… and his being made to wear girly earrings. Permanent eye-liner should have been tattooed around his eyes… He must have been made to wear long false lashes… and he should have been given a ‘Brazilian’ style bikini-wax…”

“Is he willing to undergo these alterations?” Alicia asked Helen.

“Yes… He feels that he has no alternative!” Helen replied.

“Once these make-over techniques have been applied to him, we intend to continue with his feminisation, until he is indistinguishable from a real woman!” Susan added.

Alicia instructed me to strip naked, removing all but my make up. I did so immediately, and without complaining once. A few whispers passed between the four women, before they made me sit in a chair that Alicia had brought with her to the house. It looked very like a dentist’s chair, with a headrest, arms, and a long leg-rest.

Within moments, my neck had been secured to the headrest, using a leather collar… my arms were secured with leather straps, and my legs were bound apart to the base of the chair, using ankle-cuffs, separated by a leg-spreader bar!

I was naked… except for my make-up, my wig… my long, glossy, scarlet finger and toenails… and my silicon breasts, which were glued to my hairless chest with adhesive. I was bound and immobilized to the beautician’s chair, and I felt very vulnerable… surrounded as I was, by my three Mistresses and their ‘visiting’ beautician!

I saw my wife, Helen, approaching me, and then realized that she was placing a thin strip of material over my eyes, blindfolding me from everything that was to take place. Next, I felt a rubbery, ball-shaped item being placed into my mouth, and I immediately appreciated that a ball-gag had removed my ability to speak… or to scream! My head was immobilized, using a neck/head brace, and I was finally ‘prepared’ for the next stage of my transformation/feminisation!

“As Pippa is now completely unable to move her head… I think that we should begin with her eyebrows.” Alicia told the others.

The others each nodded their consent, and Alicia began her work on me.

My already thinned eyebrows were plucked pencil thin, and were shaped into a high arch over my eyes. Once this had been completed, Alicia tattooed over them, making them a permanent feature of my face!

The tattoo gun still in hand, Alicia began working to give me my permanent ‘eye-liner’ …by blackening the areas around my eyes with a solid line of black ink. Long, thick, ‘long-lasting’ lashes were stuck over my natural one’s, and were lengthened even further, as she covered them with special ‘super-lengthening’ mascara! The result of all of her work was that my eyes stood out amazingly… immediately drawing other peoples gazes directly to my face.

Alicia changed the colour of the ink within the tattoo gun, swapping it for a deep, blood red… I felt her starting to work on my lips, reshaping and outlining them, so that they would be perceived as being full and shapely, as if I’d used a lip-liner. Alicia changed the colour of the ink once more. This time, she chose a bright, scarlet-like ‘Ferrari’ red. This was the colour with which she covered my lips, careful to remain within the lip-outline that she’d shaped onto my mouth earlier.

I was now certain that I was in deep trouble! The ‘feminising’ make-over that I’d just undergone was largely of a ‘permanent’ type. Unlike the times when I’d fulfilled my crossdressing fantasy in the past, I’d be unable to return to being a man once it was over.

‘How am I going to return to work on Monday?’ I asked my self.

‘What will my friends and family say when they see me like this?’ I wondered.

‘Can it be that Helen and the others intend to keep me ‘force-femmed’ forever more?’ I considered, finally!

“Okay Alicia. Now, I want you to pierce both of Pippa’s ears, her left nostril, her tongue, and her belly-button. She’s to wear large hoops in her ears, so pierce each ear with three holes… I think a stud through her nose, and a bar through her tongue and her belly!” Helen said.

“Shall I do her nipples too? We can replace the falsies over the piercings… but, if you decide to remove them at any time, her titties will still be sexy!” Alicia queried.

“Great idea! Yes, let’s do it!” was the unanimous reply.

I tried to protest, but the gag stopped me from doing so. Susan noticed, and said:

“I think that Pippa’s trying to tell us what a good idea this is!”

All of the women laughed at this.

The piercings didn’t take long, and I was soon decorated through each of my new holes. I’d only left a little pubic hair on my body when I’d depilated my body, but I was still a little surprised when Alicia waxed me there, leaving only a thin strip above my cock! Next, she removed my wig, and shaved my head… totally bald, before replacing it on my head, and gluing it in place with some strong adhesive.

“She’s ready now ladies. Shall we get her dressed again?” Alicia prompted the others.

“Yes, let’s!” Helen replied.

“You should make her wear your leather studded collar, Helen.” Susan told her daughter.

“Oh yes! Good idea.” Helen agreed.

I was released, and ordered back into my feminine attire. My gag wasn’t removed, and once I was dressed, the collar was placed around my neck.

“Would you like to stay for Pippa’s ‘initiation’ Alicia? We would love for you to join us, in becoming one of Pippa’s Mistresses!” Susan enquired.

“Yes, I’d love to. It would be an honour and a privilege.” Alicia responded.

“In that case, Alicia… would you… and Karen, be so kind as to restrain our ‘novice’ slut? I’d like her tied down… face down, and bent over this large, leather armchair. Tie each of her arms to one of the wooden legs at the front of the chair… with her waist bent over its back, and then separate her legs, using the ankle spreader bar. Set the bar to its widest setting, and secure each of her ankles tightly, using the leather ankle-cuffs at each end.” Susan instructed.

“Yes… and then would you use this to lubricate her arsehole? I have a little surprise in store for our new ‘toy’ girly. Mother and I will only be gone for a few minutes.” Helen added.

mother and daughter left the room, and I heard them climb the stairs, as they went into our bedroom… in search of God knows what! Karen and Alicia followed their instructions, and I was soon bent in position, bound and helpless over the leather chair.

I felt both fear and excitement course through my body, as Karen drew my panties to one side at the rear, and began to lubricate my arse ring with large dollops of KY jelly. I jumped, as much as was possible… bound as I was, as I felt her pushing the lubricant up into my arse with her finger. At first there was only one, but I soon felt my anus being stretched, as two… and then three fingers penetrated my rear!

I couldn’t believe it, as I felt my cock hardening in response to this stimulation… I felt both elated, and yet shamed and humiliated, at my inability to stop my cock from becoming hard… throbbing wildly, as I grew a rampant hard-on! I knew that this obvious response would only further incite my women captors… but I was completely incapable of controlling my growing exhilaration!

Apprehension and horror flowed through me, as I realized that my prick had enlarged to the point where it was now touching Karen’s fingers, as she finger fucked my rear end! I could feel it rubbing against them, through the fabric of my Cache-Sex!

At this very moment, I heard the door opening, and Helen and Susan entered the room. Karen blurted out:

“Just in time girls… look at this! Pippa’s got an engorged clitty! The dirty little slut is enjoying being fucked by my hand! She’s even trying to rub her clit against my fingers!”

“Excellent,” Helen gasped, “because this is what I’ve brought down to surprise her with!” I was unable to see what she’d brought with her, but I heard Alicia and Karen gasp… and then giggle at what they saw.

“Who wants to go first girls?” Susan asked, “How about you, Karen? Didn’t he try to fuck you at the Christmas party? I think it would be ironic if you were his… sorry, HER first, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes please… may I? Can we get it all on video?” Karen replied.

“Good idea.” Susan said, immediately retrieving the digital video camera from a draw… and placing it to one side, on a tripod… and switching it to record.