Then in my senior year of college I met Brian, who was slight, with a rather girlish figure and longish blond hair.He not only let me make up his face but dress him in sexy lingerie. We began dating, but soon he felt self-conscious about being constantly feminized, though he did love it. I slapped his face, commanded him to strip, then bound him before starting his feminization.We married after graduation, and I wore a black leather tuxedo and 6” stiletto pumps while Brian dressed as the bride. He wore 4” stilettos and ankle hobbles under his long gown, and his red-nailed hands were fastened together by the rings on his wrist cuffs, with a big bridal bouquet hiding his bondage.
You might as well be trying to compete with a triathlete.
As we got into the car, I took the bouquet and tossed it for my girlfriends; Brian hadn’t invited anyone.
On our honeymoon we traveled by train, and I kept Brian in bondage and sexy things the whole time, taking our meals in our large compartment.
Except for the days he had sports, Brian wore a waist-cinch, panties and pantyhose to his classes.
When he came home he changed into sexy female clothes (from your TRANSFORMATION and TRANSVESTITE catalogs) put on a wig and make-up, then studied, relaxed, or did the cooking and housework in leather wrist and ankle hobbles, until I arrived to bind him more restrictively with ropes or leather gear.