Real cute sissy tgirl ass, plus a very cute shaved cock….Amanda x
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One evening last fall, I was curious and thought it might be fun to shave my hubby’s legs and balls and ass nice and smooth, to see what it would look like. I also decided that, as my PussyBoy, he should be wearing panties to work, underneath his business suit… with his penis locked up as usual, of course.
I liked the idea of him being in the boardroom like that.
That evening, after fucking him with my big purple strap-on, as he still lay there with his ass up like a little bitch, still squirming and whimpering from the fucking he got, it just seemed appropriate.
He was begging me to release his penis and let him cum. Usually I love it and find it amusing when he begs, but sometimes it’s just annoying. ”No, I’m afraid not sweetie, you still have two more weeks to go. Do you want to make it three?”
The next morning, at breakfast, before work, I informed him of my new expectations.
As I expected, he resisted, came up with all kinds of reasons and excuses why he shouldn’t or didn’t want to do it, and tried to talk me out of it.
I listened to him share his feelings for a while. I always give him an opportunity to do that. But when his remarks turned somewhat disrespectful, which is never permitted in our household, he earned himself a disciplinary spanking.
I’m of the opinion that a disciplinary spanking should always, whenever possible, be administered immediately after the infraction. Which is what happened that morning.
Ten strokes with a leather belt across his bare buttocks… with an apology from him for his disrespectful attitude after each stroke… got his attention, and reminded him of my authority.
Needless to say, he wore panties to work that day. And has every day ever since.
When he got home from work later that evening, I had him take a bath and shaved his legs and his balls and his ass nice and smooth, and reminded him that I expected him to keep himself that way until further notice, explaining “if you’re going to be my PussyBoy, you should look like a PussyBoy.”
Then we went to bed. After talking about things some more, he slipped down between my legs and serviced my pussy and gave me two wonderful orgasms, as he does every night before we fell asleep.
In the days and weeks and months afterwards, there were several more times when he again resisted or tried to talk me out of it.
“It’s embarrassing and humiliating,” he complained.
“Does it make you feel like a PussyBoy?”
“Yes. But I thought that was just private, between you and I. What if someone else finds out?”
“Does having your little penis locked up during the day at work so you can’t get an erection and sneak off somewhere and jack off like you used to… does that remind you of my authority?”
“And wearing women’s panties underneath your business suit?”
“And being shaved nice and smooth below the waist?”
“Well then, that’s the point, isn’t it? Now, not another word on the subject. I want you to go upstairs and strip for me, and assume the position. Maybe another disciplinary spanking will help remind you of my authority again.”
And so it went for a few more months. Every now and then he’d resist and would earn himself another disciplinary spanking, which would sometimes increase in intensity depending upon his behavior.
I’m happy to report that his complaints have since died down.