Wife Becomes Bitch

"This is a true story of my T journey. If you want to start from the start, try "The Odyssey", "The Odyssey Ch2","Becoming a wife" "Being a Wife" and "Lucy Learns More". Each story is self-contained and is an erotic vignette in itself. But fellow t girls may want to see how it all began."

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Lucy had settled into domestic life and was quite enjoying it. Her "husband" Brian was now taking her out with him on trips. He was quite insistent on what she should wear, but she didn't mind. She thought back to when she had first started dressing. How she had dressed to please herself. It seemed like a long time ago. Now she had to dress as Brian wished. Black high heeled courts, barely black lace top stockings, smart grey pencil skirt with matching jacket and a pink blouse. He loved the way that the outline of her black bra was almost visible through the thin material of the blouse. That was how he wanted her today.

As they walked along he would hold her hand, like a father holding his daughter's hand. Offering protection and love, but in return for obedience. She got a kick from knowing that Brian knew what she was wearing under her skirt. He knew the lace tops of the stockings she was wearing were rasping together, he knew that the silky lace of her black panties was only a few centimetres above those stocking tops.

She had drunk far too much wine at lunch, and as they left to go home he had placed his hand across her ass as they left the restaurant, patting it. It was affectionate, it also sent a message to all around, "that ass is mine to fuck", and to her it was a reminder of who was in charge.

When they got home she took off her jacket, and made to go to the lounge.

"Where do you think you are going?" Brian rapped.

He took her by the hand and led her upstairs, and in an alcohol induced haze they slumped to the bed, grappling, groping and kissing. His tongue crudely invaded her mouth. How she longed for his cock to do the same. She kicked off her shoes as they wrestled on the bed, with her fighting a losing battle, he got behind her and rucked up her skirt with one hand, tearing down her panties with the other, then discarding them.