Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.

Meanwhile, Simon had lost a bet to Tina… and she wanted him to honour his debt!

"You lost the bet and now you've got to do whaaaaateeeeever I want!"

"You made a bet and lost. You said if you won I had to be your ‘stunningly sultry, servile sex slave,' and if I won that I could choose a task for you. And you lost!"

"Stand up," she commanded me.

I obeyed with haste.

"Start taking your clothes off, loser. And turn around and face the wall as you do. Oh, yeah, keep your eyes shut, too. That is if you know what's good for you!"

I pulled off my shoes and turned around, debating whether to peek at what Tina was doing or not. I decided to continue removing my clothes. No sense in tempting fate. Or Tina. As I was taking off my shirt, I heard her open the closet door. The screech of metal on metal assaulted my ears, wire hangers scraping across a steel rod. She finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and started to rummage in the dresser drawers. I was getting nervous, but I finished undressing anyways. I stood quietly waiting a few moments as she continued looking in a drawer, muttering to her self.

"Finished?" she inquired sweetly.

I said yes and started to face her. A sharp smack on my bare arse cheek stopped me mid-turn.

"I did not tell you to turn around. And keep your eyes closed, arsehole."

Another smack, harder this time, accompanied her remark. Not wanting to be swatted again, I did as Tina told me.

"Very good!'" she praised, "Now turn around, keeping your eyes shut." Meekly, I turned.

"Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist." As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight of them pulling it down a little.

"Ok, open your eyes," I was told.

I looked at what she had hung on my hand. It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim button-front crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was white, too.

My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time my heart leapt to my throat. She stood in front of me, arms crossed and legs wide, an expectant look on her face.

"Put them on." I hesitated and tried to say anything that would change her mind.

"I mean it," she said. "Here I'll help you."

Tina took the things from my hand and laid them on the bed save the bodysuit. She adjusted the shoulder straps, making them larger and motioned for me to step into it. I shook my head nervously.

Her green eyes darkened and her jaw tightened. I swallowed and stepped into the offending attire, Tina pulling it up around me as I did. Slowly she slid the straps over my shoulders and tightened them a little.

I had seen this very same under garment on Tina many times and always thought it was a very sexy thing for her to wear. I even told her so on numerous occasions, that usually culminating in a good lay. But now I didn't know what to think, as Tina's gaze travelled down my femininely clad body to my crotch.

She reached down and carefully slid my cock and balls from the confines of the lacy garment so that they were hanging loose. She pulled the lower half of the bodysuit up a hitch. This caused the thong to ride up my arse crack and I told her this.

A smug look appeared on her face and her eyebrows arched. She thought for a second as she appraised me again.

"Hmmmm," my tormentor murmured, as she placed some padding in the bra cups and adjusted them. "That gives me an idea. But later, now I want you to get used to this."

She lightly tapped my cockhead from side to side as she said this, watching as my member came to a semi-erection.

I took a moment to glance in the wall mirror and noticed the bodysuit had nipped an inch or so from my waist and stomach. That, along with the padded bra, gave the illusion of at least B or C breasts. Tina noticed me looking and answered my unasked question.

"It's a body briefer with a padded bra, dear," she told me, "To make a girls figure more girlish."

"B-but I... I'm not a girl," I stuttered out.

"Remember how you said I was going to be your sex-kitten, and do whatever… even wear whatever you desired? Cater to your every whim?" Tina asked.

I gulped and nodded, seeing where this line of questioning was leading.

"Well," She continued, "I thought I would let you feel how it would be. You are now my slave... all this holiday weekend. Wait. Your vacation starts Monday, too. I guess you'll be my little slave girl for the whole party." I nearly swooned at the idea.

How did I get myself into this? All I wanted to do was have Tina sexually satisfy me all weekend as my sex-slave.

"Let's think of a name for you while we finish getting you dressed, shall we?"

Tina had me put my arms up, as she pulled the cotton blouse over my head and primped the ruffles to fluff out. I put the denim skirt on. She fussed with a few details then stood back to look at me.

"You look like a proper girl, honey," she said, "All except that little tent in your nice skirt. But I know how to take care of that."

"I think I'll call you Simona," she whispered as she started to suck me off. “Simona, this is just the beginning of a great two weeks!"