"My Wife's Transformation"
by John Holmes
C h a p t e r O n e
I am a 47 yr. old white male, married to the same woman
for over 20 yrs. In my younger days I looked pretty
good, but was a bit on the short and skinny side. Women
seemed to think that I was 'cute' and liked my long
blonde curls. However, not long after getting married, I
quit exercising and put on pounds until now, 20 yrs.
later, I'm 70+ lbs. overweight.
In short I'm fat, flabby and unfit. To top it all off,
I'm now almost completely bald. My wife on the other
hand is in fantastic shape. She is in her early 40's
but could easily pass for 30. She's a pretty little
brunette with a nice body. Her breasts are firm and
would fit perfectly in a champange glass. Her tummy is
flat, her waist small. She has the finest ass I've ever
seen and great legs!
The problem is that she has always insisted on hiding
her body, wearing loose, baggy clothes. She's very
modest, even uptight about her body. She never wears
dresses or make-up and wears these horn-rimmed glasses
that make her look like a librarian. Now don't get me
wrong, even dressed this way I still find her attractive
but on the rare occassion that I've talked her into
dressing up for me, she is a KNOCKOUT! I tried to tell
her how much it turns me on to see her in a mini-skirt
and heels, but she isn't at all interested in turning me
on. This lack of interest carries over to the bedroom.
To say that she is an unenthusiastic lover would be
putting it nicely.
After the first few months of married life, I was
frustrated. Sex with my wife was infrequent and bland.
At first I thought it was my fault(it was) but I began
rationalizing that my 5 inches was plenty big enough to
satisfy her. I was a STUD! I could go a long time,
almost 10 minutes, before cumming. I decided to have a
talk with my wife. I told her I wanted the two of us to
have a great sex life and that I would do ANYTHING to
sexually please her.
I asked her about her sexual fantasies. "I don't have
any sexual fantasies and if I did you could NEVER
fulfill them," she replied curtly. I didn't understand
what she meant by that. "My dear," I said, "I have
enough fantasies for the both of us. Will you please
help me fulfill them?" "Just what is it you want me to
do" she asked in a cold, unreceptive voice? What
indeed!
Over the next few months, I tried to get my wife to
open up sexually but it was next to impossible. I told
her that I wanted to have oral sex with her. She said
that was dirty and she would NEVER do that. I told her
that I wanted to shave off her pubic hair and she said
that would be unnatural. I asked her to talk dirty to
me in bed and she called me a pervert. I rented an xxx
video that featured well-built young studs and pretty
women. It was directed by a woman and geared toward a
female audience. It was explicit but not at all
raunchy. My wife said it was disgusting and refused to
watch. Everything I suggested she shot down.
I should have known this, I mean hell, she won't even
wear the hot lingerie that I bought for her; no way is
she gonna give me head! Still, I persisted because I
instinctively knew that underneath her uptight veneer
there lurked a wildcat. On occasion the wild side of
her personality would emerge, especially when she
became angry about one thing or another. She has an
awful temper.
I had made it my mission to unleash that wildcat but
nothing seemed to work. I was at my wit's end when one
day, while surfing the net, I chanced upon the web site
of a dominatrix. She was decked out in leather and
thigh hi boots. Her make-up was very heavy and she held
a riding crop in one gloved hand and handcuffs in the
other. I've always wanted to be sexually dominated and
as I gazed at the lovely Domme a thought occurred. Of
course! My wife has always been the dominate one in our
marriage. She decided that we would marry. She has
always made MUCH more money than me and makes all major
decisions in our relationship.
I was sure that with a little prodding by me, her
dominate nature could carry over to the bedroom. I went
out and bought my wife a pair of black, thigh-hi boots
with a 6 inch heel, a black corset that would show off
her body, black elbow length gloves and topped it off
with a riding crop and handcuffs. That evening, I laid
everything out on her bed.
She was in the living room, reading a book and I sat
down next to her. "Darling," I began, "I want you to do
something special for me tonight." Her body stiffened
and she let out a long sigh. She had finally had enough
of my stupid fantasies. "What now?" she snapped at me.
I led her to the computer and showed her the Domme's
picture. "Do you know what a Dominatrix is?" I asked.
"No," she replied. I explained that a Dominatrix is a
woman who sexually dominates men. Then I led her to the
bedroom and showed her the outfit I had bought for her.
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"Tonight, I want you to be my Dominatrix," I told her.
"I want you to put on the boots, corset and gloves. Wear
very heavy make-up just like the Domme in the picture.
Then cuff my hands behind my back, spank me with the
crop, and afterwards I'll be your sex slave." She
stared at the things on the bed for a long time.
Finally, she turned to me and said, "You have GOT to be
KIDDING"! "Please give this a chance, darling," I
pleaded. "I KNOW you will be turned on by this."
Still she absolutely refused. I got down on my knees
and begged her to please do this for me. I begged and
pleaded until she finally relented. "OK,"she sighed,
"Stop your pathetic whining." She literally pushed me
out of the bedroom and slammed the door in my face. I
immediately went out to the livingroom, stripped and
waited. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the
bedroom door open and the clicking of high heels coming
down the hallway. Suddenly she was before me. What I
saw took my breath away.
The 6 inch heels on her boots made her tower above my
5'5" frame. The corset fit her perfectly. The black
elbow-length gloves really set off her milky-white
skin. Her make-up was very heavy and her lips deep red.
She had a look on her face like I'd never seen before.
I figured she was getting into the spirit of things and
was mimicing the stern look of the Dominatrix I had
shown her earlier.
In reality she was furious with me for talking her into
this and her patience regarding my bizarre requests was
about to come to an end. We went to the bedroom. She
cuffed my hands behind my back, positioned me on my
knees, leaning me across the bed with my chest and head
face down. My bare ass was her's for the taking.
She brought the riding crop down on my ass, at first
rather tentitively. After a dozen strokes or so I could
barely feel it. Then suddenly she snapped! She began
spanking me with all her might. Again and again the
crop crashed against my now pink and tender ass.
"That's enough," I squealed! "Oh, I'm just warming up,"
she assured me and began spanking me even harder. The
pain was unbearable. "Doesn't this turn you on?" she
chided me. "Isn't THIS what you WANT?" She accented her
words by smacking my blistered ass with the crop. "I'm
ONLY TRYING to TURN YOU ON"!
I was bawling hysterically. My poor ass had turned beet
red with welts everywhere. She beat me with a vengence
until there was no strength left in her arm. When she
finally stopped, I lifted my upper body off the bed and
while still on my knees and handcuffed, scooted around
to face her. I looked up at her through tear stained
eyes. She glared down at me with comtempt. She was
breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her nostrils
flared.
My cock was harder than ever before and was sticking
straight out. Noticing this, my wife gave it a hard
slap with the crop. I responded by shooting my load all
over her boots. It was the most powerful orgasm I had
ever experienced. That's when she went berzerk. She
angrily threw down the crop and began ripping off her
Domme apparell. She started to scream at me. "I'VE HAD
IT! Don't you EVER AGAIN ask me to fulfill your
demented fantasies. Why don't you try living in the
REAL WORLD for a change. QUIT BUGGING ME WITH YOUR
ASSININE DEMANDS! LEAVE ME ALONE"! That was over 20
yrs. ago and sex for me in all that time has consisted
of masterbation. Since then, my wife and I have had sex
maybe a hand full of times; I can't even remember when
the last time.
The very night of the above incident, she moved me out
of the master bedroom and into a small guest room in
the rear of the house.I briefly considered leaving her
but I truly do LOVE her and could NEVER bring myself to
do that. I decided to bide my time, hoping that one day
she would find her sex drive and the wildcat that I
knew lurked deep within her being would be unleashed.
After over 20 yrs. of waiting, I got more than I ever
bargained for!
...continues in Chapter Two - click here to continue...
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