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of his stiff cock up inside her was right, but what she wanted now was optimum stimulation of her cunt-lips and clitoris. Forward and back she leaned as she swerved her pelvis erotically on him, thrilling herself with no care for what he wanted.

Soon she felt her climax approaching and she threw herself down upon her husband and straightening her legs out beside his. She writhed her breasts upon his daintily clad torso and heaved her pelvis as the paroxysm of passion surged through her whole body, the rewarding ecstasy which he had so long denied her by his selfishness. When her orgasm slowly waned, she still lay on him with his cock buried in her cunt as she savored the last thrills of her rape. Then she finally rolled off him and went to sleep, leaving him unsatisfied and unrelieved in his mental and physical torment of slavery.

In the morning, after she had showered and dressed she had Bob call up his office and say that he was not feeling well, so his wife would come to the office and get whatever work he was meant to do for the day, so he could get it accomplished at home. Then she dressed him in the ultra-feminine costume that he was to wear for the day. In addition to his long black wig and his tight waist-cinch, Alice installed a special brassiere on his chest. This was a normal bra except that there was a special and very painful method of filling the cups to normal female dimensions. Alice took two tennis balls and, with a sharp knife, made a slit in each about an inch long. While

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Bob watched in horrified fascination she squeezed the balls, making the cut slip gape open like a grotesque mouth. Now she pulled the bra away from his chest on one side and allowed the strong tough mouth to bite down with cruel force on one of his nipples. As he gasped in pain and surprise she did the same with the other ball on his other nipple. With the bra holding the tennis balls in position on his chest, the biting pressure on his nipples was a continuing source of anguish and humiliation to him. For the rest of his costume he wore only high heeled shoes and a long satin hostess gown that buttoned down the front almost to the floor. Opposite his perpetually erect cock, one of the buttons was left open so that his frustrated male organ with its big pink bow, jutted out in full view as proof to him, and to anyone who saw him, that he was dominated and emasculated.

As she left to go pick up the art-work from his office, Alice warned him to keep busy doing the usual female tasks of housework, but to keep his costume installed at all times. She might come back to check on him at any time and if everything was not in place she would make him regret his disobedience.

Left alone in his slavery Bob was as depressed and miserable as a human can be. He felt hurt in his soul at being forced into transvestism and hurt in his body by the clamps on his nipples, the