He was polite, and calm when he argued that physical punishment should be used only for extreme events. I pretend to consider this, eventually saying, 'So you think that a non-violent punishment would be more appropriate?'

He nodded.

'What about - humiliation?' I said.

He frowned. 'How do you mean?'

'Punishment without pain.' I said, 'Instead of hurting you - I embarrass you instead. I could invite mummy here, she could watch as you do your housework.'

He went white. 'You can't let your mother see me like this!'

I could see what he meant - my husband was wearing a pale blue dress - a sleek sheath of shiny nylon and a perfectly sweet pink apron.

'You choose.' I said, 'Either I use my belt - or we invite Mummy for a visit.'

'It's your choice.' I said firmly, 'If I don't share the wedding bed - I'll object to the wedding itself - on the grounds that you wear skirts!'

As Lily explains:

I married 'the-boy-next-door'. A few years older than Jeff he naturally allowed me to take the lead in all things. I was never afraid, or jealous of anything about him until we began experimenting with sex. I taught him how to kiss. (Or should I say I kissed him!). I showed him my small sensitive breasts, and by caressing his breasts, taught him how to pleasure me! But when I saw his erection for the very first time I was just a bit scared, totally fascinated, and extremely envious!

I became a little fixated, and even 'padded' my panties so I had a penis! On one occasion, when Jeff and I were playing our sex-games in my mother's bedroom, I held a candle between my thighs and told him I was going to use it. Jeff was dismissive, as far as he was concerned only 'women' took that! I was livid. I threw him one of my mother's slips and said, 'Then you will be a woman.'

Basically weak and submissive by nature Jeff meekly allowed me to dress him as a woman. Seeing how miserable he was I ensured that he became aroused. I stroked and caressed him through the sumptuous satin slip. His breasts had become incredibly sensitive to my manipulations over the weeks we had been touching each other - and now, with the lubrication of slippery black satin he whimpered with excitement. Only when he was writhing and moaning helplessly did I slide on top of him and 'poke' at him with the candle penis! He tried to speak so I covered his mouth with hot wet kisses and he was soon holding me tight.

I suppose that might have been the end of our kinky experiments - after all, I had used my 'penis', I had demonstrated to Jeff my power and control.

But Jeff sealed his own fate - he bought a sex magazine at school! We eagerly pored over the amazing content, (mostly semi-clad females wearing stockings and suspenders) until I saw a page of adverts for 'sex-toys'. And there it was - a big, thick menacing-looking strap-on dildo! And it was being worn by a very attractive young woman who was standing over a very frightened youth!

The image stayed with me for years. In fact it was a central plank of my fantasies! And two years later, on a trip to Chicago, I bought a strap-about-the-waist dildo. It was a clumsy contraption with a leather thong that slipped under the crotch and a thick belt that strapped about my waist. The realistic shaft of the penis was too heavy for the strap and instead of jutting-out with menace, it bobbed up and down. I laughed at myself in the mirror the first time I wore it. But this was the first of many strap-on dildos' I purchased over the years. I even bought a massive double-ended device that I actually inserted inside myself! The strap-on dildo was my personal favorite however. The simple act of strapping it about my waist was enough to arouse me!

Jeff was still a teenager when I married him - and a virgin. I had planned our Honeymoon with deliberate care. I bought a beautiful short nylon night-set for myself and a bra for Jeff!! And of course, a strap-on dildo!

Dressed in my lovely white nightie I undressed a shy and submissive Jeff in the hotel room. I used the heel of my palm to cup and squeeze his chest. I molded Jeff's flesh into a small breast and my thumb and forefinger played with his stiffening nipples. I kissed them, drew them into my mouth. Flicked my tongue over his quivering nipple! 'I love your breasts.' I told him, 'I want you to wear a bra!' He stiffened in my embrace but I continued to caress and kiss him. Soothing him with my lips and hands I whispered, 'I've bought you a pretty bra and you will wear it.'

He went pale and his face crumpled as I took the feather-light satin and lace bra from its box. He shivered as I placed his wooden arms inside the cool embrace of the smooth shoulder-straps. And he closed his eyes as I fastened it tight about his chest. I used my palm to caress him through the ice-cool satin cups of his bra. His nipples responded eagerly to my touch.

'Tell me you hate wearing it.' I said as I reached for the other box. Jeff stared down at his small but perfect breasts. He cupped them gently. I strapped the belt of the new strap-on dildo about my waist. Jeff looked up just as I slid the inner belt of the dildo up between my thighs. His eyes went wide in shock. I fastened the belt tight and stroked the jutting shaft of penis, all eight inches of it, with pride. I simply loved wearing a strap-on. It made me feel powerful and strong - and it never failed to arouse me. Jeff, still wearing his snow-white satin bra, still sitting on the wedding-bed, shook his head and backed away. 'No! Betty, no!'

His fear sent shivers of lust through my body. I grinned wolfishly, 'Why don't you scream for help?' I teased. Joining him on the bed I pulled him close. Kissing him on the throat I whispered, 'I wonder how many females have been scared like this on their wedding night. You are just another frightened virgin Jeff, like any wife, you must submit, you must learn to enjoy.' I rolled him onto his face and mounted him from the rear. But as soon as my stiff member touched his bare buttocks he reared upwards in fright. I used all of my weight and strength to hold him down. I grabbed his hair with one hand and guided my thick shaft into the cleft of his buttocks with my free hand. Jeff froze. His whole body went rigid.

'Please betty, I'm begging you, don't do this.' He whimpered. 'Be still bitch!' I heard myself answer. 'You're a woman now, my woman.' With a swift urgent thrust of my hips I impaled my feminized husband with my strap-on dildo! Jeff gasped. Moaned. But as the thick stiff shaft moved with a slow but steady rhythm, as I began to kiss and caress him - he relaxed, and enjoyed.

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Do you dominate and humiliate? What choices did you give your husband?