Ivana Pushing Sissy's Limits

"You've got over a hundred hot women paying you a hundred eighty bucks a month to put your hands all over them under the guise of it being a yoga session. All the other wives ask you out on day dates and hug and kiss on you. Karen is the hottest piece of Asian ass around and she'd fuck the cock off of you. What guy at the party has more pussy on their hands?"

"I'm sorry for not being able to overcome my fear of humiliation," I said.

"No," Ivana said. "I know it's hard, Sweetie. You've got all those silly man notions in your head, but seeing you in that dress soaks my panties."

Suddenly I felt emboldened. "It does?"

"It's not the dress," Ivana said. "You're acknowledging how much you love me by willingly suffering extreme humiliation to make me happy. These bitches all want to steal you away because they see that devotion. Those assholes that tease you are just jealous."

Ivana was right. I sucked at being a man and did have women hanging all over me. It made me grin. All men talked nonsense about doing anything for their wives, I was about to prove it. I could endure stares and comments. It was no big deal. Karen's constant promotions and fat salary proved that my being the sissy behind the woman worked.

"There's my happy girl," Ivana said as we pulled up next to the curb in front of Mary and John's house. "You are so fucking pretty and have been a girl so long, you really trick me sometimes. The girls and I forget you have a cock. Then something like this happens and you're spouting off, being all macho. We still have so much work to do. This is all my fault, baby. I promise to keep pushing your limits."

"It's my fault," I interrupted.

"Shhh," Ivana scolded. "Stop your impertinence or you'll wear a handprint on your cheek. This is my fault and I promise to redouble my efforts to keep pushing you until we wring out all of that miserable fuck clinging to the walls inside you. I've just been too easy on you because I love you so much and you're so fucking pretty."