Brenda describes her husband's first dildo experience! Jim was the one who 'introduced' sex-toys to the marriage bed. The first of many was a non-doctor vibrator. He used it on me, and then 'hinted' that he might actually enjoy being 'used' himself. I didn't mind - having thoroughly enjoyed the vibrator myself, I saw no reason to refuse Jim the same experience. Indeed I wanted him to enjoy it, because I wanted to encourage the whole idea. The next one he bought was shaped like a 'penis', which didn't bother me, except that I felt a little odd inserting into Jim's buttocks. Of course I loved it. It was a very satisfying experience and I even used when Jim was away on sales trips. I bought the next one. It was on sale in a Women's magazine. A lifelike looking 'penis' that boasted a 'thrusting and vibrating' action! I was shocked when it arrived - it was much bigger than we were used to - and the 'thrusting' action was a bit too realistic - if you know what I mean. Jim stared at it for ages before saying. "It's really big!" We were both awed by its size and when Jim first used it on me I gasped when I slid inside, but I really moaned when he flicked on the 'thrusting' action! I mean it was just like the real thing - only better!! Much better! Quickly sated I parted Jim's thighs and prodded him with the vibrating head. "Take it easy...slowly..." He whimpered as I had to shove hard to get it inside him. Slowly it went deeper, and deeper.. I saw Jim's eyes glaze. And I switched on the 'thruster'! His mouth made an O of shock. His back arched. And suddenly he was thrashing about like a stranded fish. His head went from side to side and he groaned loudly. I started to withdraw the 'penis' thinking I was hurting him - but his hand caught my wrists. "Don't stop...of yes, yes, yes..." He moaned. We were now both hooked - but this should never had led to anything other than satisfaction. And certainly not feminisation! That was MY fault entirely. And it was all because of the strap-on dildo! I can still remember how I felt when I first saw that strap-on. I was hosting one of those sex-toy cum lingerie parties at my house. A fat woman with wild red hair opened a box of sex-toys and squealed when she saw the strap-on. It was a wicked-looking thing, seven-inches of life-like rubber! My mouth went dry and my eyes went wide. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "I'd like to use that on my husband!" One young woman whispered. "See how he likes it!" "I've used one on mine - and he likes it!" The fat woman declared. We all stared at her in disbelief. She smirked, "Don't mock it if you haven't tried it. I didn't give mine a choice the first time.." she went on, 'but now he begs for it!" "But it must have hurt!" I muttered. "Hurt like hell..." Her eyes met mine. And I'm sure she realised how excited I was. "It always hurts the first time, for all of us! You don' think he cared about hurting you - all he wanted was pleasure!" I wanted to buy one. But I was too shy. The fat woman, Doris, was the last to leave. As I opened the door for her she handed me a brown-paper bag. "Use this. Don't ask his permission, just use it." She said as she walked away. "You'll thank me later, and he'll thank you!" I knew what it was without opening it. Alone with my thoughts I stared at the bag for ages. But as soon as I took it out I experienced that same dry-mouthed lust. Jim was away for a few days. I had the house to myself. Shaking with excitement I removed all of my clothes. Naked, except for my red heels, I slid the wide leather belt of the strap-on about my slim waist. I buckled it tight and reached down for the leather crotch that was attached to the back of my belt. Pulling that upwards through my open thighs I buckle it to the front of the belt. Now the whole seven-inch shaft of the rubber dildo stuck out from my groin. I remember standing, legs astride, with that massive 'penis' jutting obscenely from my thighs and feeling strong, masterful and full of power! I stroked it with both hands - and enjoyed the experience. It was like the first time I held a gun. I went to bed that night wearing my strap-on. And I fantasised about using it - on Jim! The day he was due back I made my decision. I wore the dildo under a very tight skirt. It didn't quite hide it but I knew if I acted quickly enough I'd get away with it. Jim called out and went directly to the kitchen. I followed wanting to get behind him as quickly as possible. Let me explain, I'm bigger, and older than my husband. I keep fit with my golf and my gym - whilst he is an office type, slim and fragile. He was standing against the sink when I moved in behind him. I snuggled close whispering, "I've missed you and I want you now!" My hands slid round him and I unbuckled his belt. Jim laughed as his pants were dragged downwards along with his shorts. He tried to turn but I held him still. "Don't move." I muttered. "Let me do it my way!" He chuckled, "OK, you're the boss." I held him as firmly a I could with my right arm, and used my free hand to shove my skirt upwards. My strap-on burst free! I held it in my fist, and nudged it against Jim's bare defenceless buttocks. Now I had it it the right position I removed my hand from the dildo and took a grip of my husband with both hands. My knees parted his thighs just as he asked what I was doing. I'd practised the movement for two whole days and nights. So when I jerked my hips towards him, as I thrust the dildo upwards I skewered him with an expertise that surprised us both! Jim gasped in shock. His body teetered on his toes as his body attempted to move from the stabbing 'penis'. I held him with a fierce determination as he fought to break from my grasp. "Brenda!" He squealed, "Brenda. Stop!" I hugged him, soothed him with my words. Caressed his trembling body. I was still inside him. But as he ever so slowly relaxed in my arms I withdrew the lance that speared his buttocks. A tremor shook Jim's frame. He groaned. I thrust it back inside with a violent lunge of my wide hips! His back arched in shock and pain, and he shook his head from side to side! "Stop! Oh please, please stop!" Biting into his shoulder I began to fuck him. I settled into a steady thrusting rhythm - shoving Jim's body upwards with every stab of my groin. Then, sensing a change in Jim's reactions, I lowered one hand to his groin. Jim was erect. I held his shaft and stroked him as I slammed into his buttocks. And when he climaxed I shuddered with a wild excitement of my own. Jim sagged to his knees when I released him. And he wouldn't meet my eye. I left him alone. And for almost a week we didn't even mention the incident. Clearly Jim wanted to forget the whole thing. But I didn't. I waited until the Saturday morning, when we were both at home together. Jim was downstairs doing his weekly chores. I wore my sexiest black satin bra under a tight red blouse. I strapped my dildo on and then stepped inside a tight lycra skirt, a black number that barely reached my knees. Although the Lycra skirt held the dildo firm against my belly, the elastic fabric failed to hide the fact that it was there - in fact its outline could be seen quite clearly! Screwing my toes into my highest heels I went to join my husband. Watching him from the doorway was a thrill. But it was nothing to the pure delight of seeing his face when he turned and saw the dildo! The blood drained from his face. We stared at each other for a long moment but Jim's eyes kept dropping to my crotch. I walked slowly towards him enjoying the fear in his eyes. Jim backed away until his thighs were hard against the kitchen table. I moved close until he was arched away from me almost on his back on the table. I kept my eyes on his as I unbuckled his belt. "Don't!" He whispered faintly. "Please." I whipped his pants and shorts down. And then I grinned when his erection became visible. Jim was scared - but he was also aroused! I moved forward to get myself between his legs - but his pants got in the way. "You should wear a skirt..." I said thickly. It was only a joke - but his face went a bright red. "A skirt?" The tremor in his voice triggered some sadistic tendency within me. "Kick those pants of!" I hissed, "at least if you wore a skirt I could get at you!" Jim shivered and kicked his pants and shorts from his ankles. I slid easily inside his open legs. The width of my hips and thighs forced Jim's thighs open for me. I took his hands and laid them on my buttocks. Then I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My mind was racing - Jim was more scared of wearing a skirt than he was of me using the dildo! If I could get him into a skirt, I could take him anytime I wanted - and his fear would drive me wild. I imagined him wearing a pretty pink blouse... My hands roamed over his smooth hairless chest. I tweaked and pinched his nipples. Saw his face go slack. His eyes glazed with lust. I leaned close and kissed his nipples. My husband trembled like a man in fever! "Push my skirt up." I told him as I kissed his throat. "Do it!" Our eyes met. And I felt his palms take hold and push upwards. I felt a rush of wet heat between my legs. My tight skirt rode up and my dildo popped out! I wriggled into him. The head of my dildo brushed his bare thigh and he whimpered. "Don't hurt me Brenda..." Clamping my mouth over his I snaked my tongue into his open mouth. And with a firm but fluid movement of my hips and buttocks I skewered Jim with my 'penis'. He fought me, but with his legs hard against the table, with my superior weight on top of his arched back it was no contest. I pumped my hips into him with all the strength of my muscled flanks. Jim's whole body was repeatedly slammed upwards. I thrust so hard I jerked him off his feet! My hand found his small breasts, and suddenly shockingly Jim was clawing my back and urging me on. "Oh Brenda, yes, yes, yes. Harder, harder, Oh yes!" I whispered in his ear, "We both like it when I fuck you, will you wear skirt for me?" For a while he didn't answer. But as I bucked and thrust into him with ever-increasing urgency, as his breathing became ragged Jim whispered, "Yes. Yes. I will!" We climaxed together. And I was already planning his future. As my wife! :: I bought Jim a plain white blouse, a short white tennis skirt and white nylon panties. And to my complete surprise he wore them for me. Pink-faced in his female clothes he whispered, 'Are you, I mean will you be wearing...?" It occurred to me that he wanted the dildo! I made HIM strap it on me! And I took him doggy-fashion in the kitchen! But it was when my mother bought him a pink apron he began to understand how far he'd gone down the road to feminisation. We were seated in her small kitchen, and she handed him the shiny satin apron with a sly smile. "For you," she said, "seeing as you do all the housework these days." Jim was crushed. Not knowing how much she knew he couldn't refuse or challenge her. I helped him into the candy-pink lace trimmed apron and we watched as he did my mother's housework. On the way home he demanded to know how much she knew. But when I told him he was shocked. "You told your mother about our sex life? About that, that dildo?" I was angry myself. I thought I'd tamed him. I waited until we were home and until he was wearing his feamle clothes. I had added a prety white bra to his collection. Jim wore it sullenly, but he wore it. Then I showed him my latest sex-toy. Nine-inches of new thick dildo! Jim went white. I held it upwards so he could get a real good look. I strapped it about my waist. I buckled it under my groin. It jutted outwards and upwards, and obscene symbol of my arrogant power. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again." I told him, "I'm the boss in this house! And my mother deserves your respect!" Jim tried to speak but could only stammer an abject and tearful apology. Enjoying myself now, some of my anger dissipated with lust, I whispered, 'Who's the boss?' Jim answered without hesitation, 'You are, you are!' 'What are you wearing?' He crimsoned, 'A bra, and a skirt.' He answered softly. 'And panties.' 'Does a man wear a bra? Does a husband wear a skirt and panties?' I sneered. He started to cry. 'Kneel before me.' I said, my voice hoarse with excitement. He obeyed. Grovelled at my feet! With my hands on my hips, with my dildo secured around my pelvis with an adjustable strap, with its 'uncircumcised' head almost touching my husband's lips, I felt totally in control! All-powerful! 'Don't tell me I'm the Boss - show me!' I hissed excitedly. He gulped, licked his soft girlish lips. And very slowly and fearfully kissed the tip of the life-like dildo. Taking his face in my palms I writhed with my hips, screwing the hard rigid phallus between his lips! 'Suck my dear, suck, suck hard like a sissy.' Jim slurped and gagged on the hard rubber dick. 'That's my nice, pretty, female sissy.' I murmured softly, cradling his head in my hands I slid the whole nine-inches into his mouth. 'There, there. You...are a girl. No husband would suck on my dick! No man would want this in his mouth!' I rocked and jerked my hips and my poor husband had no choice but to suck and slobber. And listen to my words. 'You are my wife. You will obey me. And you will obey Mummy!' Sliding the wet slick phallus from his mouth I said, 'Do you want me to wear this in bed?' He blinked, and shook his head. Eyes full of terror. 'Well, remember this my dear, the next time Mummy complains about you, you and I go to bed, with this!' I sat him next to me on the bed. 'You know your problem? You are still thinking like a man.' Jim was silent, not sullen, just quiet and wary. I continued, 'We have to help you change that thought-process. That's why Mummy gave you that frilly pinny. You thought she wanted to humiliate you. That's stupid! She was simply making it easier for you to adopt the female, servile role. How did you feel wearing that apron?' Jim frowned, 'Not too bad really, a bit embarrassed at first but...' 'But it was clearly the right garment for that job!' He nodded warily. 'So I think its time we bought you a uniform - a maids uniform. Perhaps then you'll find it easier to understand, and perform your true vocation. That of serving females, ALL females!' Our eyes met. I stared deep into his eyes, 'You will serve Mummy, and you will obey her. Is that absolutely clear, GIRL?' 'Yes.' He told me. 'Yes I understand.' 'Perhaps it's time you started calling me Mistress.' I added. Lowering his eyes he meekly accepted my demands, 'Yes Mistress.' I grinned, 'OK. I'm going to take you back to my mother's house. You will go to Mummy's bedroom. Kneel before her. Beg her forgiveness and ask what you can do to make amends. Understand?' 'Yes Mistress.' He sobbed. :: I don't know what she did to him that day, but Jim was never the same afterwards. And he was always willing to serve and obey her. I was true to my word. I dressed him as a servant deliberately. We have a large number of large mirrors placed strategically about the house. I knew that Jim would see his reflection almost constantly as he did the housework. A repeated reminder of status and sexuality. And I began to enjoy having my own uniformed maid. I mean he's always been obedient, that's why I married him. But this somehow makes it, well, formal. He curtsies when I enter the room. He kneels when I address him. And he always walks backwards when he leaves my presence. Lovely. We tried a dozen different outfits. Mummy wanted something silly, like a short flared French maid outfit. But I wanted something both practical and sexy. I still enjoy seeing my boyish, and yet feminised husband in pretty frillies. So - for the bedroom I chose a black silk frock - a long-sleeved short-skirted creation that hugged Jim's blossoming female form. The neckline was low-cut and trimmed with crisp white lace. I made him wear a cute beribboned lace and satin cap and a matching maids pinafore. For his housework I settled for a shiny black dress with a high collar and three-quarter length sleeves, a crisp snow white tea-apron trimmed with lots of frills, and an adorably sweet maid's cap made of white satin and lace. He wore this over white silk underwear. We both use a strict corseting regime. I want the smallest waist possible without dieting and Jim aims to beat me! We often sped hours getting each other in and out of various lycra and latex girdles, whaleboned corsets and vicious waspies. Jim enjoys being imprisoned in such tight confining underwear and I like seeing the expression on his face when he gets excited. It's a kind of bondage. He can hardly walk in some of the corsetry he wears and this suits me. We nearly always end up in bed after a tight-lacing session! So, Jim is now a real member of our unusual family. A pretty maid by day, obedient and submissive to all the females he meets. And Jim meets more than he cares to! Mummy enjoys displaying her bizarre family to friends and relatives. Jim being the newest, and the shyest is always dressed in the most precious outfits to greet any female at the door! It always terrifies him and Mummy squeals when he blushes. And of course he's a truly sexy she-male wife in bed. Sometimes I only have to look at him and we're both lusting for each other! If I cup his breast through his satin frock. If I slide my palm over his female flanks. If I stroke his knee through his nylon stockings - he's aroused! I always dress him myself at bedtime. Choosing a night-dress for him drives him wild. Personally I like the shortie 'baby-doll' type but Jim simply adores long clinging silk gowns. Unfortunately it's not always my bed. Mummy enjoys bedding him - and I know better than to argue with her! And so does Jim! The little slut! ::