Journal of a Submissive Husband: Jason's Story Volume 3
Romance, Erotica, Erotica Anthologies, Gay, M&
| Author: | C. Kross | ISBN: | 1230000230406 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | April 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | C. Kross |
| ISBN: | 1230000230406 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | April 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
“Follow me upstairs.” She said with a smile on her face. I followed her upstairs and into our bedroom. She began pulling out items from the bag. “I need to emasculate you.” At first I wasn’t sure what she meant. Then I began to understand as she pulled out a package of razors, shaving cream, moisturizing lotion and some scissors. “Strip down naked.” She ordered.
I stripped down naked as she had told me to. She had laid out towels onto our bed. She told me to lie down on my back on the towels, so I did. She took the scissors and began cutting the hair from underneath my armpits and then she trimmed the hairs on my private area.
I knew what she was going to do. She was going to render me hairless like a woman. She sprayed the shaving cream underneath my armpits and shaved them bald. Then she sprayed the shaving cream on my chest and shaved my chest bald. Then she shaved my legs and lastly my balls. The only hair I had left was on my head. The rest of my body was bald. She then rubbed the lotion all over my body to prevent me from chaffing.
“There. All better.” She said with a grin. “The site said that I should remove all masculinity from you, starting with your hair.” Then she reached into the bag and pulled out a bunch of women’s panties in all different materials, but all in pink.
She then went over to my drawer with my boxers and pulled all of them out and put them into the shopping bag. “From now on, you are only wearing women’s panties. No more boxers. When we go out, you will wear a pair of panties. At home, panties. I am going to donate your boxers to the Goodwill. I am sure someone will love your designer boxers, just not you anymore.” She was grinning wickedly. “This will be one of the many ways I am going to humiliate you. One, being to feminize you. Now, pick out a pair of panties and put them on.” She ordered.
I looked at the pile of panties she had taken off the bed. She had pulled the tags off and put them inside my underwear drawer. I pulled out a random pair. They were lacy pink panties with a little bow in the front. I slid them on. They were snug, but they were my size and fit perfectly.
“Follow me upstairs.” She said with a smile on her face. I followed her upstairs and into our bedroom. She began pulling out items from the bag. “I need to emasculate you.” At first I wasn’t sure what she meant. Then I began to understand as she pulled out a package of razors, shaving cream, moisturizing lotion and some scissors. “Strip down naked.” She ordered.
I stripped down naked as she had told me to. She had laid out towels onto our bed. She told me to lie down on my back on the towels, so I did. She took the scissors and began cutting the hair from underneath my armpits and then she trimmed the hairs on my private area.
I knew what she was going to do. She was going to render me hairless like a woman. She sprayed the shaving cream underneath my armpits and shaved them bald. Then she sprayed the shaving cream on my chest and shaved my chest bald. Then she shaved my legs and lastly my balls. The only hair I had left was on my head. The rest of my body was bald. She then rubbed the lotion all over my body to prevent me from chaffing.
“There. All better.” She said with a grin. “The site said that I should remove all masculinity from you, starting with your hair.” Then she reached into the bag and pulled out a bunch of women’s panties in all different materials, but all in pink.
She then went over to my drawer with my boxers and pulled all of them out and put them into the shopping bag. “From now on, you are only wearing women’s panties. No more boxers. When we go out, you will wear a pair of panties. At home, panties. I am going to donate your boxers to the Goodwill. I am sure someone will love your designer boxers, just not you anymore.” She was grinning wickedly. “This will be one of the many ways I am going to humiliate you. One, being to feminize you. Now, pick out a pair of panties and put them on.” She ordered.
I looked at the pile of panties she had taken off the bed. She had pulled the tags off and put them inside my underwear drawer. I pulled out a random pair. They were lacy pink panties with a little bow in the front. I slid them on. They were snug, but they were my size and fit perfectly.
