Turnabout Pt. 14A

Once fastened, it was so tight I could only take shallow breaths, and the shoulder straps were cutting into my skin. Still, Marie lit up and instantly became enamored with how I looked in a bra. For my part, I was far less impressed with the results. But my wife's delight soon proved infectious, reigniting my desire to experience just what all the fuss was about. So it was back to the lingerie shop to be professionally fitted for bra wearing.

In the end, my underwear drawer became close to being completely filled. One side holds several dozen panties (while we were there, Marie had me pick out a few more pairs), and the other is now taken up by more than a dozen bras - both padded and un-padded.

(I'll admit that sometimes I like to open the drawer and admire the many lovely colors and patterns within. Realizing they are all there for me to wear gives me goosebumps.)

Since then, besides wearing panties full time, it became a requirement that I wear both panties and bras - often matching, always coordinated - whenever I'm home. Even if I am otherwise fully clothed. To ensure this, Marie had disposed of all my men's underwear.

No doubt, by now, you've noticed that I have become completely submissive to my wife. When it comes to my sex life, anyway, I am a pussy-wiped wimp. And I only have myself to blame for our revised matrimonial dynamic. But I have adapted.

I wasn't always like this. Oh, sure, throughout our long marriage, now and again, we played a variety of bedroom sex games. Those games sometimes entailed role-playing. I.e: cop/prisoner; mother/child; teacher/student; master/pet, etc. It just so happened that Marie often took the role of the superior or domineering character, leaving me to play the part of the compliant subordinate. Somehow these roles fit our individual character traits better than the other way around.

But the role-playing stuff was only for our private time. For as long as we had been together, our relationship was pretty even-steven and equal outside of the bedroom.

That is until two months ago with Marie's initial slip into infidelity. At first, any new 'games' or 'dares' that were dreamed up were still all played for innocent fun. Games like restricting my orgasms and pantie-wearing. However, her dares were becoming increasingly risque. Before I caught on to what she was doing, Marie had started tapping into and exploring my true submissiveness. Dares for me to do one little thing or another were evolving into actual commands. And those commands were becoming increasingly less playful. It wasn't long before her commands became demands.

Ridiculing my small penis was also suddenly never off the table.

Somehow we managed to keep all of this on the down low. To the outside world, we played it as if nothing had changed between us. But the changes were there. A simple look or gesture was all it took to remind me of that tantalizing fact.

Then Marie went out on that "date." My wife's unbridled display of enthusiasm and ecstasy after having sex with Jason put me in panic mode. I immediately feared that Marie would soon be seeking a divorce.

Her exuberance over what they had done and what he had to offer seemed so strong that it prevented me from thinking rationally. I hastily and impetuously began slurping up her creampie and working on her engorged clit, all in a desperate effort to please and pleasure my wife. The cum was flowing heavily, but between swallows, I was begging, "Oh, babe! Please don't leave me. (SLURP) As long as you remain my wife, I promise I'll do anything you say."

Marie seemed unmoved, so I went even further, "I'll dress however you want. You say the word and, (SLURP) I'll start wearing bras full-time, even at work." (SLUUURP) "Mmm!" I thought I saw a glint of doubt in her eyes, so I went all in. "If you still want to fuck other men, go right ahead. (SLURP) I promise I won't try to stop you. (SLURP) Mmmmm! I'll even help you prepare for every one of them (SLURP) and be ready to soothe your sore pussy, cleaning you of their deposits." (SLUUURP) By then, my eyes had filled with tears as I begged, "Whatever you want, just please, PLEASE don't leave me."

In only a matter of minutes, I had placed my life and our future in her hands.

After a few beats, a bemused expression came to Marie's face. "That's all very interesting," she finally said. I was still sucking out the last of Jason's massive dump of cum when Marie said, "But just so you know, I never intended to end our marriage or break up our family. It never crossed my mind."

Then in a more assuring tone, she reminded me that even after getting so thoroughly fucked, she had still made a point of bringing home a creampie just for me. "I knew you'd want evidence of what I'd been up to. That, right there, should prove that I still love you and our marriage."

Of course, by the time she told me this, I had already sacrificed every trace of my dignity. Not only had I pretty well cleaned her cunt of her lover's cum, but I had also promised to subjugate myself to her.

I raised my sperm-covered face and said, "I guess I did kinda panic. So, as for those promises I made ... I guess that means we can forget about that stuff, huh?" I asked hopefully. "Everything stays like they have been."

"Oh no, you don't." She was quick to respond. Shoving my face back between her legs to finish my clean-up duties, "You made a commitment. A bunch of commitments. And I'm holding you to every single one of them, buddy." Nope, there was no way out of it. She wasn't about to let any of that go. If I wanted to stay married to Marie, she would ensure that I honored all I had promised. From that day on, my wife would be free to do as she pleased, and I was hers to tease, torment, and command.

My wife's following statement made all of this very clear. "It's funny. On the drive home, I was trying to think of a way to ask if you would mind too much if I were to see Jason one, maybe two more times. But you just answered that question for me. Thanks, sweetie."

And that's how I became my wife's indentured cuckold.

- End of Part 14A -