Looking down at the pile of female clothing, Michael got a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Could it BE the she hypnotized me?”, he thought in a flash of panic. Michael knew that something was out-of-control, and that he was in trouble. Pulling up his pants, Michael went to the phone and called the Mistress. “What have you done to me?”, he demanded from the Mistress. Giving a wicked laugh, Elvyra asked, “did your little wife like your new panties, Michael?” “You did do something to me!”, Michael snapped, somewhat in a panic now. “Slow down, Michael”, the Mistress intoned. “I’ve only done what you asked me to. you wanted to know what it felt like to be a slut, didn’t you, Michael. Soon you will be a slut who’s messed her panties.” “STOP it!”, pleaded Michael. “Please – let’s just call it quits. Let me go!” “Is that why you’re playing with yourself through your silky panties, Michael?”, the Mistress asked. Michael looked down to see that his pants were once again at his ankles and that he had been fondling his hard cock through his silky panties. “Please stop”, he whimpered. “Don’t make me do this!” “This isn’t my fantasy, Michael”, Elvyra returned – “it’s yours! PLAY with yourself, slut. Make that pathetic little weenie or yours HOT!. BEG me to let you cum, Michael – beg me!”, she ordered. “Mistress – DON’T”, Michael pleaded once more. his cock was now so hard it hurt. Precum was staining the front of his now stretched panties as his fingers continued to play with the tip of his cock through the filmy material. “There is no escape from my web, Michael. You wanted to be my slave – well, you ARE! you will live out your fantasy completely. NOW BEG!” “PLEASE, MISTRESS”, Michael yelled in a voice much too loud for the secret conversation he was conducting. “Let me CUM!” And cum he did. The cum dripped through the leg band and down his leg – and Michael slumped, dropping the phone to the floor. Whatever she had done to him, she had done thoroughly. ********** Taking the new clothes upstairs, Michael had snuck into the bathroom to clean himself up. he had a lot of explaining to do to Becky, although he wasn’t quite sure how to explain what he himself did not understand. First of all, there were the clothes. Michael stared at the pile of clothes on the counter as he settled into the bath. he couldn’t even remember buying the clothes or how he had acquired them. But there they were – and he had tried to give them to Becky. While the thoughts were running through his mind, Michael began to lather his legs. he took hold of his wife’s pink razor and began removing the hair from his legs. Lost in thought, Michael rid his body of all unwanted hair except for a small patch down by his mound. Drying himself off, it came to him like a bolt of lightning. he had SHAVED HIS BODY. What kind of control did this woman HAVE over him? Becky was aroused when she smelled the nail polish from the other room. “Is everything alright in there?”, she called from the hallway. “I’ll be out in a second”, Michael responded in a dead panic. Becky’s voice had brought him out of his daydream only to see bright red toenails staring up at him from the end of his smooth feet and freshly shaved legs. “Please come out, Michael”, Becky said. “We need to talk.”

Michael opened the door. he had slipped on another pair of panties – red nylon ones to match his toenails. Becky just looked at him and asked: “WHY?” Michael couldn’t even respond to the simple question. “I don’t know, Becky”, he said in a whimper. “i don’t know what’s happening to me!” Becky reached out and tenderly embraced her pantied husband as he cried. “We’ll figure this out sweetie”, she said. “We’ll figure everything out!” *********** Michael slept cuddled next to Becky that night. She didn’t say anything as he went to her dresser and took out one of her larger nylon nightgowns, slipping it on before he slipped between the sheets. It never even occurred to him that he had done this as his mind quietly played out a fantasy that had been unleashed by Mistress Elvyra. As their legs intertwined, Becky found Michael’s smooth body to be quite erotic to her. She caressed him softly, whispering in his ear that if his crossdressing desires were so deeply seeded, she would still love him. As for Michael – he only held on tightly to his lovely wife, falling deeply into a quiet but disturbing slumber….

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