One Sunday night I decided to see just how focused on  sweaters  Chris 
was.  After some mild foreplay, I told  him to get undressed and that 
there was something I  wanted to try.  In a  moment he was standing in 
front  of me naked.  I went to my  closet, took out a pastel blue angora 
cardigan, told him not to  move, and then  started to caress his body 
with the sweater.  I   started with his back and chest and face, then 
moved to  his legs  and finally his crotch.  Boy was he ever  excited!  
He was just  dripping, and almost seemed in a  trance.  I told him to 
put a  condom on so he wouldn't  make a mess, then draped the sweater  
over his cock and  around his balls and started rubbing him  through the  
sweater.  I told him I wanted to make him cum that  way  but that it 
would mean we wouldn't have intercourse  that  night.  Was that what he 
wanted?  Did he want me  to stop rubbing  him?  He hesitated just a 
moment then  gave a low whimpering "no--please don't  stop."  As I  
rubbed the sweater against his balls and cock very  slowly, I told him 
that since we weren't going to  fuck  that he'd have to satisfy me 
orally  first, and then  I'd rub  him more with the sweater.  I then had 
him  kneel before me while  I took off my panties, spread my  legs and 
then stood over him.   He buried his face  between my legs and served me 
with a degree of   enthusiasm that was incredible.  After I'd cum  twice 
I  had him  lie on his back holding his knees up and  spread while I 
took the  sweater and rubbed his cock  and balls. It took him about 10  
seconds to cum.

 For the next few weeks that scene repeated itself on  Sunday  nights.  
First Chris got to pick one of my  sweaters from the  closet.  He'd look 
them all over and  take about an hour to  choose.  He'd go through my  
large collection of sweaters one by one, feeling them,  sometimes even 
kissing them, before choosing.   One time it was my thick pink mohair, 
another time it was  my red angora cowl neck, another time my gray 
lambswool  turtleneck. Of course, by the time he had made his  choice he 
was already incredibly aroused.  After having  him strip and then 
rubbing him a bit with the  sweater,  I'd ask him if he wanted me to 
stop--meaning that we'd   have intercourse--or if he wanted me to keep 
rubbing  him with the  sweater. He could never bring himself to  ask me 
to stop even  though, after a couple of weeks, I  started making him 
finish  himself off instead of me  doing it for him.

Then, a few weeks later, I added something new again.   Before  starting 
to rub him with the sweater, I laid  out his selection (he'd picked a 
pale yellow oversized  angora cardigan)  smoothly on  the floor and told 
him  to kiss it and worship it.  He looked at  me with a  quizzical look 
and didn't do anything for a moment, but   I just told him to go ahead, 
that I knew he loved and  worshiped  my sweaters so I wanted to him 
"make love"  to one.  He put his  face down, and almost immediately  
became totally focused on the  sweater, kissing it,  licking the 
buttons, smelling it, rubbing  his cheek  against it--it was hysterical!  
I couldn't stop myself   from laughing, but he kept right on going, and 
it was  good he already had a condom on because he actually came without 
rubbing  his cock at all. 

Well, by then I decided that it was time Chris and I  had a real  talk. 
From my explorations on the computer  I'd learned a lot more  about 
female domination and  that not all submissive men are  the same.  From  
what I could tell, Chris was not interested in  leather  and rubber, and 
didn't seem to want to be really hurt, but he did love to serve me and 
the more humiliating I  made the  situation for him, the more his cock 
seemed  to respond.  Also, I  went through Chris's files on the  
computer one day, and saw he  had downloaded a number  of stories.  Some 
of these were "sissy  maid" stories,  and all of them involved female 
domination with a  lot  of humiliation.  One story, I realized, was 
something  he had  written himself as a fantasy, and it was all  about 
me making him  dress as a woman (in sweaters of  course) and about me 
making him  serve as a "maid" to  me and one of my boyfriends.

 So I decided we would have a talk.  I starting by  telling him I'd  
discovered the fantasy story.  I think  he really wanted me to discover 
it, but when I told  him he looked shocked and actually  started to cry, 
telling me how sorry he was and that it was only  a  fantasy.  At that 
point I had him take off his clothes  and  kneel in front of me, and 
then I told him I  thought the story was  true about what he really  
wanted, and that there was nothing the  matter with his  feelings and 
that in fact I thought what he  wanted was  very sweet.  I then went to 
my closet and got out a   mauve lambswool sweater set, showed it to him, 
and told  him I  thought that what he really wanted was to be  feminized 
and to  wear soft pretty wool things and to  serve me.  He just looked 
down and  cried some more but  he didn't disagree.  I also told him I  
thought he  really liked it that I slept with other men and that   he'd 
rather be my sissy servant dressed in a pretty  sweater set than my 
lover.  Again, he just  looked at  the floor crying without saying a 
word.        At that point I went to my dresser and got out a pair  of 
panties  and a bra, then went back to Chris and told  him to put them 
on.   He kept whimpering how sorry he  was, but he did as I told him.   
He fumbled quite a bit  with the bra, which had me in stitches.   
Finally I  showed him how to start with the clasp in front, then  turn 
it around and slip his arms through the straps.  I  put a  balled-up 
stocking in each cup to give him some  shape, then I  told him to put on 
the sweater set, and  got him some pantyhose  and a skirt.  When he was 
done  I made him look at himself in the  mirror, and told him  that what 
he saw was my new sissy maid Chrissy and  that he was going to spend 
almost all of his time that  way  from now on and that his days as my 
lover were  over--that I had  other men to have sex with and he  would 
probably never be having  sexual intercourse ever  again.  He cried even 
more when I said  that, but when  I demanded to know if he understood 
and agreed, he  did  manage to whimper a soft "yes."