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Introduction:

It all begins with a bet between two husbands and their wives. In a short time, everything spirals out of control and both men are slowly feminized, transformed, and dominated by their women.

Title: Arrogance

Everything Started with a Bet

Ana Raquel

Synopsis: It all begins with a bet between two husbands and their wives. In a short time, everything spirals out of control and both men are slowly feminized, transformed, and dominated by their women.

Characters:

- Ana – My wife

- Enrique – Myself

- Matilde – Neighbor and Ana’s friend

- Ricardo – Matilde’s husband and my friend

Introduction:

Six months ago:

Ana (my wife) and I, Enrique, are a couple approaching fifty. We live alone since our son became independent almost five years ago and moved to another country where he believed he could better develop his career. She is a nurse at a mental health clinic, and I am an engineer. We have a comfortable, quiet life in a four-room apartment in an upscale area of the city. One room has always been used as a study with our books, computers, work documents, etc. Another was our son’s bedroom and has been completely empty since he left. The last one is the master bedroom.

By one of life’s coincidences, about two years ago another couple our age moved into the apartment directly above ours. The wife, Matilde, happens to be a coworker of my wife; she is also a nurse, though their relationship had been rather sporadic since they worked in different departments.

But living so close brought them together. Soon they were commuting to work together, sharing the car to save on expenses, and this daily contact allowed them to get to know each other better, talk during the drive, and build a friendship that went beyond the workplace.

Before long we began spending time together as couples: enjoying free time at the building’s pool, going shopping as a group, etc. Since Matilde’s husband, Ricardo, is also an engineer (though in a different specialty), he and I also struck up a friendship and enjoyed hanging out together.

It became a ritual to have dinner together on Saturday nights—sometimes at our place, sometimes at theirs—followed by going out for drinks as a group.

It was precisely one Saturday while we were out for drinks that we ended up in a bar where a hypnotist was calling people from the audience and making them do the classic tricks: the typical “you’re a chicken” and the volunteer would start clucking, etc.

“This is rigged,” I said immediately. “It’s impossible for someone to make me believe I’m a chicken. Surely it’s not a random person but a plant working with the hypnotist.”

“Completely agree,” Ricardo replied. “I don’t understand how someone can make me believe I’m a cat and then order me to forget everything.”

“I don’t know,” my wife answered. “Hypnosis is real. I see it every day at the clinic. Some doctors hypnotize patients and their reports show very positive results.”

“Then it’s because they’re as fake as the showman in front of us. They probably exaggerate in their reports to look like great doctors.”

“Right, so everyone at the clinic is stupid and doesn’t question the reports?” Matilde shot back.

“I’m not saying that,” I replied, “but it’s easier for me to believe a doctor or psychologist would inflate their reports than that a hypnosis session can truly alter someone’s mind.”

“It’s not just one session,” Matilde countered. “Ana and I have seen week-by-week progress in patients, especially those with phobias. It seems very effective.”

“You’d have to show me very solid proof to convince me,” Ricardo said.

At that point Ana got quite angry (I think I’ve rarely seen her like that).

“What do you think? That we’re idiots? That we can’t see a patient’s progress, see how their quality of life improves? Don’t forget we’re talking about a field you know nothing about, and we’ve not only studied it—we’ve been working there for twenty years. Isn’t our word enough?”

“Enrique already said it,” Ricardo added. “You know we’re from the hard sciences. You’d have to show us real proof for us to take it seriously.”

“If you want proof, I’ll give it to you,” Matilde replied. “How about this: you give Ana and me six months. During that time we’ll subject you to several hypnosis sessions to make you do something you would never willingly do now. It’s a bet: if in six months we succeed in making you do something you currently repudiate, you two pay for a one-week cruise for both of us.

On the other hand, if we fail to change your behavior, we’ll be the ones paying for your one-week cruise—and you’ll have free rein to do whatever you want that week.”

I looked at Ana to see if she agreed with those terms, knowing she would hate the idea of giving me a free pass for a week.

“Deal. I have no problem,” Ana answered.

That worried me a little. Knowing how jealous she is, she must be very sure she would win the bet.

“And what exactly are you going to make us do?” I asked.

“Two things,” Ana said. “First, we haven’t decided yet; we’ll need to talk it over. And second, you’re not supposed to know, because you’d resist on purpose and that wouldn’t be fair.”

“Perfect. So to summarize, the rules are:

1. The test lasts six months.

2. We won’t know what you’re going to make us do.

3. It has to be something clear—not making us eat something we don’t like; it must be something we would never do.

4. We men are obliged to follow your instructions and not sabotage the project.

5. The winner gets a one-week cruise paid by the loser.

Agreed?

Everyone said yes, and we formalized the bet by writing the details on a paper napkin and all signing it.

Later, back at our apartment, while Ricardo and I were having a whisky and watching TV, Ana and Matilde went to the kitchen to make coffee—and to refine their plan.

Here is the **English translation** of **Weeks 1–3** from the corrected version of the story. The translation preserves the original tone, explicit content, narrative style, and first-person perspective.

Week 1

Sunday and Monday passed in complete normality, just like any other weekend. I was already starting to think the famous bet had come to nothing and was dreaming of my week of free rein on a cruise, together with my friend and surrounded by women.

However, I knew Ana wasn’t the type to give up easily, and I had my fears about what she would do to win the bet, because I was sure both she and Matilde had a plan.

Precisely after dinner, as we were going to bed, she asked me to perform oral sex on her—something she occasionally requested because she loved it. While I wasn’t a fanatic about it, I had no problem complying.

There was a small difference from other occasions this time. Normally I would go down to her crotch, start licking and kissing her vagina and clitoris for five or ten minutes, she would quickly reach orgasm, and then I would penetrate her in the most classic position: missionary. This time, though, it was much longer than ten minutes; it seemed she deliberately delayed her orgasm to prolong the pleasure I was giving her. I don’t remember exactly how long, but surely more than half an hour or forty-five minutes passed until she reached climax, which I must confess was far more intense and prolonged than on other occasions. I remember her biting her lips, moaning, taking my head in her hands and pressing to force my tongue deeper inside.

When she finished she was exhausted and, as I prepared to penetrate her, she said:

“Please, I don’t have enough energy now. That was the best orgasm of my life, but it’s left me drained. I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“Of course, darling, no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

I got ready to sleep, but she stopped me:

“Wait, something’s missing.”

She then took two small Bluetooth earbuds and, while placing them on me, said:

“I hope you haven’t forgotten our bet. These are the smallest earbuds I could find so they won’t bother you while you sleep.”

After putting them in, and before I could say anything, she handed me a small pill.

“What is this? What are you giving me?”

“It’s just to help you relax. You’ll see you won’t have any trouble sleeping.”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure. I never have trouble sleeping.”

“You’re forgetting rule number three: you’re obliged to cooperate or otherwise you lose the bet.”

“Fine, but what exactly are you going to make me do?”

“Rule number two: forget it. If you know what kind of conditioning I plan to apply, you’ll sabotage it even unconsciously.”

With that, she handed me the little pill with a glass of water, activated an audio file on her phone, and turned off the light.

I managed to hear a very soft, sensual woman’s voice that first induced me into a state of relaxation and then, very slowly, began giving me instructions:

“Your wife deserves pleasure.”

“She knows what’s best for you.”

“You’re lucky to have her by your side.”

“You must focus on giving her pleasure…”

After that I couldn’t hear any more because I fell into a deep sleep. I vaguely remember hearing that delicious voice in my dreams—or I suppose that’s what it was—because my dreams were filled with images of me performing oral sex on her again and again, her having multiple orgasms, each accompanied by a feeling of satisfaction, of having fulfilled my duty.

I woke up in the morning with a huge erection, tremendously aroused and ready to make love to her one way or another, but she wasn’t beside the bed. I showered and resisted the temptation to masturbate, thinking that as soon as I saw her I would penetrate her and get my release.

However, I didn’t find her anywhere in the apartment; only a note in the kitchen stuck to the fridge with a magnet that read: “There was an emergency at the clinic and Matilde and I had to leave earlier. See you tonight. Love you.”

There went my plans for a quick intercourse. At that moment I realized I had overslept and had to hurry to make it on time to a work meeting, so I also had to give up on relieving myself by masturbating.

The day went on normally, although I must confess my arousal only increased and it was quite difficult to concentrate at work.

When I got home she was already preparing dinner and I couldn’t resist kissing the back of her neck, hugging her, caressing her, imagining the sex session we would have later. Only I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Anyway, she noticed my attentions and on several occasions commented:

“But how affectionate you are.”

“I like you attending to me like this.”

“What’s gotten into you? It’s not Saturday and you’re almost never like this during the week.”

It’s true: until then our sex life had been like clockwork—Saturday nights after drinks with Matilde and Ricardo, quick intercourse, always the same sequence, then sleep. You could practically set your watch by our sexual activity. Now, though, I was going crazy; I felt like a teenager about to have sex for the first time—I was desperate.

When we went to bed she again asked me to perform oral sex on her. This time it lasted even longer—more than an hour, I presume—and I remember feeling extremely proud because she reached climax at least twice, both times with equal intensity.

As the night before, when I prepared to penetrate her she said:

“Please, I had two orgasms and I can’t even move. Be patient with me and remember that if I’m like this it’s because of you.”

Contrary to what you might think, hearing that—instead of feeling frustrated at not being able to satisfy myself—I felt a sense of pride and pleasure similar to what I felt after passing a particularly difficult final exam in university.

“Now let me put the earbuds on you and take this.”

This time I didn’t question the rules. When she pressed play on her mobile, I began hearing the same woman from the previous night, with a voice so sensual it aroused me just to listen to it. After the relaxation induction she started again with a new series of phrases, different from the previous night:

“Your wife is your guide.”

“She knows what’s best for you.”

“Your duty is to give her pleasure.”

“Your obligation is to obey her…”

As the night before, I fell asleep almost immediately and had a series of dreams in which I performed oral sex on her, but now I also attended to her, served her breakfast; in another dream she ate breakfast while I kissed her crotch, caressed her breasts, until again and again she reached climax.

I won’t bore you with details, but the rest of the week went exactly the same. Every morning I woke up alone, found a note on the fridge saying she had to leave early for one reason or another and we’d see each other at night.

My arousal, however, kept increasing day by day; I was completely crazed. I looked at the women in my office differently, trying to hide my desire. Yet something caught my attention: I didn’t imagine having sex with them; instead I dreamed of what it would be like to kiss their crotches.

Saturday arrived and, as always, Ricardo and I went to play golf—an excuse we had to tell ourselves we were exercising and to enjoy some relaxed time.

Inevitably the conversation turned to my experiences during the week. I told him not only about the increase in sexual activity, but also about my constant arousal, my fantasies, and the fact that I had been denied orgasm for a whole week.

To my surprise he said:

“The exact same thing happened to me.”

With some reluctance I performed oral sex on her, since I didn’t really enjoy doing it much, but I always ended up aroused and with one excuse or another I always had to postpone my release until the next day—and that moment never came.

“The strange thing in my case is that I didn’t even masturbate. Something always came up that made me put it off, or it got late for a meeting, or I was afraid of doing it in the bathroom and her finding out, but I never could despite fully intending to.”

“You’re right, the same happened to me. And somehow I suspect it’s part of their plan to win the bet, though I can’t imagine what it could be. So far we’ve only done oral sex, something we’ve done occasionally before, so for the purpose of the bet it has no value.”

“Well, let them continue. I’m convinced they don’t stand a chance.”

That night we went to dinner at Matilde and Ricardo’s apartment. After dinner I went to the bathroom and when I came out I found Ana lying on the bed, legs open, displaying her vagina. Then she said:

“You already know what you have to do.”

Almost as if it were an order, I positioned myself between her legs and once again began licking and kissing her for at least an hour, just like the whole week. After she reached two orgasms she said:

“Well, I think you’ve earned your reward for behaving all week.”

I started to position myself to penetrate her, but she said:

“No, not like that. Today I want to try something different. Lie on your back.”

I followed her instructions, trying to imagine what she would do, and then, putting some cream on her hands, she began to masturbate me slowly.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, of course, I love it.”

I was already completely crazed, thinking I would ejaculate any moment.

When I was about to come, she stopped and said:

“Not so fast. You’ve been holding out all week; you can hold out five more minutes.”

This repeated for too long—I can’t say how long because I was so aroused I had no control over myself. I lost track of time and simply surrendered to the pleasure she was giving me, but I was desperate. Every time I was about to reach orgasm she would stop and wait for me to calm down before starting to masturbate me again, over and over. This cycle continued until finally I said:

“Please, I can’t take it anymore, let me finish.”

“Fine, but if I do you’ll have to grant me a wish. Do you agree?”

“Yes, but please, I need to finish.”

“Will you keep your promise? Will you do what I ask?”

“Yes, anything. Ask me whatever you want, but please let me finish.”

“As you wish.”

And with that she continued masturbating me slowly until I finally had a spectacular orgasm; I thought my ejaculation would never end.

“Well, well, well, I think I’ve kept my part; now you have to keep yours.”

“Okay, it was sensational, I have no complaints. I think I’ve never had an orgasm like that.”

“Good. Then you’ll let me put this on you. I don’t like you being constantly aroused with so many women around.”

From the nightstand drawer she took a small plastic box containing a chastity device with its corresponding key.

“Are you seriously thinking I’m going to let you put that on me?”

“Of course. A promise is a promise and you just said you’d do anything if you had an orgasm. Besides, remember rule number three: if you break it, we automatically win the bet.”

With not many alternatives, I allowed her to put the device on me and then she hung the key on a chain around her neck.

“Now I’m much calmer. With so many women around you never know what might happen. Now take this.”

She gave me once again the mysterious pill whose nature I completely ignored, put the earbuds on me and pressed play on her phone.

Once more, the same sensual voice—how I would love to stay awake longer—but as always I only managed to hear the introduction and then the same litany:

“Your wife deserves you to attend to her.”

“She knows what’s best for you.”

“Obeying her will bring you happiness.”

“Pleasing her is what you desire…”

Upon waking, as usual, I was extremely aroused. I didn’t know what to do, especially with the chastity device preventing me from even touching myself. I went to the bathroom and even had to urinate sitting down since I found no way to do it the usual way for me. When I returned, I saw Ana was still sleeping and for a moment I was tempted to snatch the key from her neck, but that was impossible: if I had done so I would have automatically lost the bet and I was determined to prove to her that she couldn’t change anything in me.

Instead, I prepared breakfast and brought it to her in bed. She sat up and opened her legs; while I, almost without thinking, approached her crotch and began kissing and licking her vagina. Suddenly the image from the dream I’d had during the week assaulted me and I realized I was repeating the same scene: her sitting in bed having breakfast and me between her legs giving her oral sex.

I realized she had several orgasms because occasionally she squeezed her legs against my body or moaned while taking a sip of coffee.

After breakfast we showered together and while we did she kept arousing me: caressing my body, my genitals through the chastity device or even licking it. Of course, that only drove me crazier, until I said:

“Please, take it off for a moment so I can release.”

“Not yet. From now on you have to behave very well, obey my instructions and with luck you’ll earn the prize. Meanwhile, you already know what you have to do.”

While saying this she sat on the edge of the shower, opened her legs once more and I, once more, almost without thinking, knelt at her feet and began licking her crotch. My God, this woman had turned into a monster and never tired of having orgasms.

Meanwhile, I kept desiring.

Week 2

I can’t say the routine of the first week changed much. Except that now I wore the chastity device, everything else continued exactly the same: every night I satisfied her orally two and sometimes three times, I begged her to remove the device and she refused, simply saying I had to earn it.

Then, as always, every night she gave me the mysterious little pill—that was supposedly to relax me—put on the earbuds and played the audio file.

Although the woman’s voice was the same—sensual, speaking very slowly, letting each word carry its own weight—the initial induction was also the same. There was a slight change as far as I could perceive: now she not only indicated that obeying my wife was the path to pleasure, but repeated over and over the pleasure she received from performing oral sex on a man and receiving the orgasm in her mouth.

“Your woman is your Mistress.”

“She knows what’s best for you.”

“There is no greater pleasure than obeying her.”

“How I love drinking semen.”

“How delicious semen is.”

“You don’t know what pleasure it is to have your mouth full of semen…”

I could never stay awake beyond these phrases. However, my dreams were filled with images: besides the usual ones where I gave oral sex to my wife, now many others were added of women drinking semen, all with an expression of pleasure and satisfaction. Some drinking directly from the source, others showing their mouth full of semen, even some drinking large amounts from a glass or from the palm of another person’s hand.

This week a new routine developed: upon waking I prepared breakfast; then, while my wife ate it, I licked her legs, her crotch and her vagina until she reached orgasm. Later at night after dinner the scene repeated: her waiting for me in bed with legs open, me diving in and licking her vagina, sucking her clitoris for approximately one hour until she had two or three orgasms. Later, again the audio session.

I must confess I no longer recognized my wife: from a woman almost bored sexually she had transformed into a goddess who required me to give her at least four orgasms a day. This, I must admit, had also transformed her: now she was radiant, always in a good mood; she even changed her appearance: she put on makeup more carefully, skirts became a little shorter and tighter, she stopped wearing flat shoes and began wearing heels.

When Saturday arrived we met Ricardo to go play golf again. When I picked him up at his apartment I saw that Matilde had undergone similar changes to Ana: she wore a natural-colored tube skirt two centimeters above the knee, heels, a white blouse that highlighted her beautiful bust, and exquisite makeup.

“Ana told me you’re going shopping,” I asked.

“Yes, we had to buy some things for tonight’s dinner. We want to give you a surprise.”

“Well, but be careful: I’m starting to fear the surprises you two give us.”

She laughed heartily and, taking Ana by the arm, they left for the mall.

Meanwhile I was almost anguished and instead of going to play golf, Ricardo and I stayed having drinks and sharing our experiences from the week.

It didn’t surprise me at all that he had gone through the exact same circumstances as me: he also wore a chastity device, had also been denied orgasm all week and, regarding Matilde, the same changes had occurred; now she enjoyed three or four orgasms daily and we could say she had blossomed with the increase in sexual activity.

“There are two things that catch my attention,” Ricardo told me.

“Which ones? Although I think they’re the same ones that catch my attention.”

“Number one: although it may seem ridiculous, the voice of the woman who speaks to us at night drives me crazy. It’s tremendously sensual, it arouses me to hear her and now I do notice a change in myself: before I didn’t like kissing her genitals at all and now it excites me terribly.”

“In my case I share with you how erotic that woman who speaks to us is: the slowness, the cadence, the excitement she transmits is incredible. On the other hand, while I had no problem performing oral sex on her, now I’ve become a fanatic; I’d almost say I prefer kissing her crotch to penetrating her. Besides, just seeing her naked instantly makes me want to lick her vagina.”

“The same happens to me. It’s a compulsion, I can’t avoid it. It even happens to me on the street seeing other women and imagining what it would be like to lick their vaginas.”

“Exactly.”

The rest of the day passed with some normality (if our situation had any normality at all). We had dinner at our apartment and delicately tried with Ricardo to investigate where they were leading us; however, to any question we asked—even tangential ones, such as telling us about positive hypnosis cases at their work—we always got two answers:

“Rule number two.”

“Rule number three.”

It was an impenetrable wall we couldn’t overcome. Finally we gave up; we ended the evening talking about a thousand unrelated things until Ana and I went to bed.

Coming out of the bathroom, as usual, I found her lying down, legs open and I practically threw myself on her, licking her vagina and sucking her clitoris as if there were no tomorrow. After almost an hour and three more orgasms later (I think I should start measuring time in orgasms instead of minutes), she said:

“You’re already an expert; each day the pleasure is greater.”

I felt a pride I can’t describe at her words of approval.

“I think you’ve earned your reward.”

And while saying this she removed the key from her neck and released the chastity device. My penis immediately came to life, even more so when she began masturbating me slowly.

As the previous week, she kept me on the edge of orgasm for almost an hour: when I thought I was approaching, she slowed down or simply stopped until my orgasm receded, at which point she started again.

“Do you want to finish?”

“Yes please, I can’t take it anymore. It’s been a week since I ejaculated.”

“But before we only had sex once a week.”

“It’s different: now I’m constantly aroused, kissing your vagina excites me and besides those audios you make me listen to also keep me constantly aroused.”

“So you know how important it is to obey?”

“Yes.”

“Who knows what’s best for you?”

“You. You know what’s good for me.”

“Are you willing to do what I ask?”

“Anything. Ask me whatever you want, I just want to give you pleasure.”

“If you have an orgasm, do you promise you’ll do what I order?”

“Yes, whatever you want.”

“Anything I ask?”

“Yes, whatever it is, anything you ask me. Please let me finish.”

“As you wish, but remember your promise.”

With that she continued masturbating me, this time without stopping, until I reached orgasm. I think it was one of the most abundant in my life; I felt like a teenager again. Meanwhile she had captured almost all of my ejaculation in the palm of her hand, which formed a bowl full of semen.

“Drink,” she ordered while bringing her hand to my mouth.

“But… you’re not seriously thinking I’m going to drink my own semen?”

“A promise is a promise. Besides”—and the next phrase was said with the same cadence and sensuality as the voice in the audios—“remember that I know what’s best for you.”

Timidly at first I extended my tongue and began licking her hand; however after a couple of licks a terrible excitement took hold of me. The idea that semen was delicious and I should drink it all flooded me. I took her hand in mine and avidly drank everything I could. What was happening to me?

“Very good. From your reaction you must accept that I was right: I know better than you what’s good for you.”

While saying this she put the chastity device back on, again gave me the mysterious drug and connected the earbuds.

My dreams were filled with these images: now it wasn’t anonymous women receiving the orgasm in their mouths; now it was clearly me drinking orgasm after orgasm in a thousand different ways: directly from an anonymous man’s penis, receiving it on my face, drinking it from the palm of a woman’s hand, drinking it from a crystal glass, etc. All the ways you can imagine.

This also implied a change in routine on Sunday, since in the morning and then at night the scene from the previous night was repeated and I drank my semen on two more occasions. This time she didn’t even have to ask me: she simply brought her palm to my mouth and I took her hand in mine and drank everything I could, regretting there wasn’t more.

Week 3

From here on the week proceeded as usual lately—because “normally” would be completely inappropriate. As in recent days, I gave her oral sex in the mornings and at night; although occasionally, on two occasions I also did it while we were watching television after dinner, sitting on the couch side by side. Suddenly she said:

“I need you to attend to me.”

She lifted her skirt, removed her underwear and that was it. No further indication was necessary: upon seeing her vagina I noticed she had now completely shaved it; at the same time I noticed she was no longer wearing pantyhose as she usually did, but instead wore stockings with garters.

This added an extra attraction that aroused me even more. And on the two occasions she proposed it I dove into her crotch and dedicated myself to giving her one orgasm after another throughout the entire movie.

I must clarify that during the week I had no orgasm and I confess I myself doubted my motivation: I didn’t know if I asked for an orgasm to satisfy my arousal or because of my desire to drink my own semen again. However she only answered:

“Patience. Wait until Saturday.”

Well, Saturday finally arrived and, as you’re probably guessing, I picked up Ricardo. As the previous week, Matilde and Ana would go shopping, supposedly for things they needed for our dinner that night.

Once again, though with some shame and embarrassment, I told Ricardo about the events of the week, thinking he would be scandalized by my account; however it was quite the opposite.

“The same thing happened to me. I didn’t know how to tell you because I’m very ashamed, but just like you, I feel at the same time a pleasure in drinking my semen that can only be compared to the feeling of relaxation or pride I feel when obeying Matilde.”

“I think we’ve fallen into their trap. I don’t know if this was their intended goal, but I’m sorry to tell you we’ve lost the bet miserably: there’s no way we could deny that a month ago neither of us would have accepted anything we’re doing now.”

“Drinking our own semen,” he said.

“And wearing a chastity device,” I added.

“And constantly desiring to kiss her vagina,” Ricardo commented.

“And not being able to penetrate them; moreover, not only not being able to penetrate them, but not even caring.”

“Exactly. I think we’re lost and we’re the ones who will pay for the cruise.”

“Yes, but my question now is: what comes next?”

“I don’t know,” Ricardo said, “but honestly I’m a little afraid of what they may have prepared for us.”

That night during dinner we didn’t even touch on the subject of the bet. I think our fear was greater than our curiosity; besides, both of us felt completely surrendered and willing to accept that we had been completely wrong.

When we finished eating, Matilde stood up and said:

“Why don’t we go to the living room? We’ll be more comfortable for the event we have prepared for you.”

Intrigued but already defeated, we all went to the living room. Matilde and Ana sat in two comfortable armchairs and when we were about to sit down too, Ana said:

“No, not you. Stay standing in the middle of the room.”

“Good,” said Matilde, “now please, could you take off your pants and underwear?”

Faced with our hesitation, Ana indicated:

“Come on, please. We all present know you’re wearing the chastity device, and besides it won’t be the first time we’ve seen you naked.”

Reluctantly we ended up naked, standing in front of them. Ana said:

“Matilde darling, would you like to do the honors?”

“Of course.”

Then both stood up and, taking the keys to the devices from around their necks, released our genitals.

“Excellent,” said Matilde, “I see you’re both aroused.”

“Yes,” we answered in unison, “it’s been a week since we had an orgasm.”

“Perfect. Now you can enjoy one. Start masturbating.”

As if obeying an order, we began masturbating furiously, each in front of our wife.

There followed a period of time in which they gave us instructions: “Stop” when they saw we were about to ejaculate, “Start again” when they saw we had calmed down a bit.

They kept us like that for about half an hour, until finally they said:

“Well, whenever you want you can ejaculate, but there’s one condition: collect everything in the palm of your hand.”

Almost immediately we began ejaculating copiously, collecting everything in our hand, imagining they would make us drink the semen in front of them and one in front of the other. I couldn’t feel greater humiliation; however, I couldn’t resist. To the humiliation was added an extreme pleasure both for having reached orgasm and for obeying and fulfilling our wives’ desires.

Meanwhile, at some moment I didn’t perceive—so concentrated was I on what I was doing—our wives had lifted their skirts and were masturbating furiously. That’s when I realized both had come to dinner without underwear; both were also wearing nylon stockings and garters.

“Perfect, Ricardo,” said Matilde, “now I want you to offer your semen to Enrique.”

Ricardo, almost without a word, brought his hand full of semen to my mouth and I instinctively began drinking it all with anxiety. Even when nothing was left in his palm, I began licking his fingers trying not to lose a single drop.

“Very good,” said Ana, “Enrique, you make me proud, but don’t leave your friend thirsty: offer him something to drink.”

Repeating the same gesture, I offered the palm of my hand to Ricardo, who reproduced the same gesture as me. Finally we both ended up fondling our genitals with one hand and licking the other’s hand with desire for more.

“Excellent show,” said Matilde. “Now come here because we also need relief.”

We threw ourselves at our wives’ feet and began licking their nylon-clad legs until we reached the crotch, at which point, as if the world were ending tomorrow, we began licking their vaginas, kissing and sucking their clitorises, giving them one orgasm after another.

“What a night,” said Ana. “It’s been an excellent demonstration and I don’t even need to say what it means. Get dressed while we go make coffee.”

While they prepared the coffee, I said to Ricardo:

“I can’t believe what we did.”

“Me neither. It’s impossible you would have believed me if a month ago you said we would do this.”

“Of course, we lost the bet miserably.”

“No need to say it. I think they’re already packing their suitcases and they even had time to spare.”

“You know what the worst part is,” I said to Ricardo, “drinking your semen excited me. I wished there was more and if you didn’t have the chastity device on now I would be masturbating you waiting to drink your orgasm again, this time directly from the source.”

“You mean you would be willing to perform oral sex on me? To suck my penis until I came in your mouth?”

“Yes, exactly that.”

“Well,” Ricardo answered, “now that you mention it, I would love to do the same.”

“My God, what have they turned us into? Couldn’t they have done something simpler?”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen:

“Ana, well, it’s done. After this demonstration they can’t deny we won the bet.”

“Yes,” said Matilde, “however, I would love to continue.”

“Why? It’s already done, we proved that with a combination of subliminal messages, keeping them aroused all the time and some inducing drugs we could force them to do things they never dreamed of.”

“That’s true, of course,” Matilde replied, “but haven’t these three weeks been the most wonderful of your life?”

“I have to admit you’re right: from having an orgasm every now and then—because it didn’t always happen when we made love—I went to having three or four a day and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Besides, we’ve already covered the hardest part of the road. We could advance a little more and have even more pleasure.”

“Ana, how would that be? I’m very interested in your idea.”

“You’ll see, what we could do is…” (and here she began whispering in her friend’s ear)

“Do you think so? Isn’t it a bit excessive?”

“You haven’t seen how much they enjoyed it too. We’ve simply broken down some barriers and in the process we get some pleasure. It’s a win-win situation.”

“You’ve convinced me. Besides I think I like your idea very much.”

What neither of them had perceived is that power is almost like a drug: when you have it you always want a little more, you seek to explore what your limits are and how far you can take your submissive. It’s a process that never ends; you anxiously await the next step, imagine situations that will give you pleasure simply for dominating the other and, without realizing it, by not stopping, both had fallen into an endless spiral of domination in which, of course, the obedient slaves would be Ricardo and I.

That night when I got to bed I was exhausted. I simply lay down and only perceived that Ana put the earbuds on me and I started hearing the already familiar voice before falling completely asleep.

However, the audios must have been different, because my dreams were filled with another type of images: transvestites, crossdressers fully feminized, wearing a chastity device and being anally stimulated in various ways: with vibrators, plugs, inflatable plugs, with fingers and all invariably ending with an anal orgasm.

On Sunday morning there was also a new situation: while preparing breakfast and getting ready to orally serve my wife, she rejected me saying:

“Why don’t you shave? It’s unpleasant to feel your beard rubbing against my genitals. In fact, I would love for you to depilate completely. I never liked feeling your body hair against my body.”

“Is it necessary?”

“At this moment and for me, yes. Besides, I also depilated completely as you saw and the sensation is incredible.”

“Okay, give me a moment,” I said as I headed to the bathroom.

“Take advantage of the depilatory cream that’s in the shower.”

At that moment I realized she must have planned it already, because there had never been depilatory cream in our shower. But anyway, I was already completely resigned on one hand, while on the other I must admit that these last weeks had awakened new experiences I never imagined and I have to confess that most had been pleasant.

I then applied the depilatory cream all over my body and let it work while I shaved closely. Then I entered the shower to remove all the cream along with all my body hair and found Ana waiting for me in our marital bed.

“That’s much better. I love seeing and feeling your whole body so smooth. Come here and attend to me a little.”

From here on the events were the same as the previous week: I served her orally, then she masturbated me and made me drink my semen. The same scene repeated at night.

Here is the **English translation** of **Weeks 4–6** (including the final Saturday dinner scene) from the corrected version of the story. The translation maintains the original first-person narrative style, explicit detail, tone, and progression.

Week 4

Upon waking I partially remembered my dreams from the night, wondering: what would it feel like to have something constantly stimulating my anus?

I was determined to confront Ana immediately, simply surrender and tell her they had won the bet and ask her to end these experiments, when I realized I was alone in bed.

I went to the bathroom, where of course I had to urinate sitting down thanks to the chastity device that was once again locked on me. I showered and when I went to the kitchen for breakfast I found a note stuck to the fridge:

“Darling, today I have to go to the clinic early because there was an emergency. Also, the cleaning lady called and said she couldn’t come anymore due to her mother’s health problem. I’ll be late. Be a love and clean the apartment a bit and if you also prepare the food I’ll give you a reward.”

I quickly organized the day so I could return early and do the cleaning. Being the owner of a small company, I had no trouble delegating some tasks, and by two in the afternoon I was already back in our apartment.

I changed out of my suit into something more comfortable—shorts and a T-shirt—and set about cleaning the entire apartment. Later in the afternoon I did the shopping and began preparing dinner. To avoid dirtying the clothes I was wearing, I put on a kitchen apron I found. It wasn’t my first choice, as it had a very feminine theme: pink with lots of ruffles around the edges, but at least it prevented me from ruining my clothes.

When my wife arrived she greeted me with a kiss on my back and said:

“I see you cleaned the whole house and the food smells delicious. Thank you, my love.”

“The only drawback is that you really look ridiculous in that outfit. Tomorrow I’ll get you something more appropriate, but now come here to claim your reward.”

Saying this, she sat on one of the kitchen chairs, lifted her skirt and opened her legs, exposing her genitals. My God, no underwear? Had she been without underwear all day? Or perhaps it was premeditated and she had removed it in the elevator?

Well, it didn’t make much difference. The fact is that seeing her crotch and her suggestion that this was my reward made me start salivating with desire to lick her until exhaustion. Which is what I did, and after more or less an hour, when dinner was ready, we sat down to eat.

The rest of the night went as usual lately: we watched a movie in the living room—well, actually she watched it, because throughout the entire film I was on my knees licking her crotch. I really don’t know how many orgasms she had that night.

As usual, when we went to sleep she again gave me the blessed pill, put on the earbuds and almost immediately I fell asleep.

The next day the scene repeated: when I got up she had already left and, knowing no one would come to clean the apartment, I returned early from the office, changed, did the shopping and after cleaning began preparing dinner.

When Ana arrived she immediately said:

“It smells delicious. I think it was actually positive that the cleaning lady quit: you do a better job than she did and besides I have some ideas about how we can make use of the money we save.”

“Meanwhile, I brought you this that I think will suit you much better,” she said while handing me a plastic bag.

When I opened it I saw it contained a maid uniform: a simple uniform, a blue housecoat with short sleeves with white trim on the collar, cuffs and pockets.

“And this?” I asked.

“I don’t like seeing you like that in that apron; you look ridiculous. This will be much more comfortable. Come on, try it on.”

I agreed to change. Truthfully, now I felt quite ridiculous: naked, only in the housecoat and a pair of white sports shoes.

“Much better,” Ana said. “There’s still something that doesn’t convince me, but it’s much better than that apron.”

“Now I want my maid to attend to me a little.”

She repeated the scene from the previous day and showed me her crotch.

The rest of the night went similarly to Monday—no need to bore you with details since it was exactly the same—except that now I was wearing my maid uniform.

This scene repeated throughout the week, except that each day she brought a new item to improve my appearance—as she called it—and make me look less ridiculous. Thus:

On Wednesday she introduced to my wardrobe a pair of shiny natural-colored lycra pantyhose.

“Now your legs look much better. Remember to keep them depilated,” Ana said.

On Thursday she brought a pair of women’s black shoes with a two-centimeter heel.

“Much better than those sports shoes you were using. I love how they match your stockings and your uniform.”

Finally, on Friday she put on me an excellent-quality black straight-haired wig that reached almost to my shoulders.

“Beautiful. Your new appearance excites me. Even from behind anyone would take you for the house maid. Now come here to receive your reward because I’m stressed from work.”

Once again I literally dove into her crotch and dedicated myself to satisfying her while she watched a movie.

That night I asked her:

“Darling, do you think you could remove my chastity device? It’s been almost a week since I had an orgasm and I’ve pleased you in everything you’ve asked.”

“Have a little patience. Tomorrow you’ll have your special reward. In fact, I’ve been thinking whether you could cancel your golf game with Ricardo. Tomorrow they’re the ones coming for dinner and I’d like you to clean the apartment and prepare dinner,” was her reply.

“As you wish. I’ll send him a message now.”

She put the earbuds on again and shortly after I fell asleep. Like the whole week I had dreams of crossdressers and transvestites being stimulated anally in a thousand different ways.

Obviously I woke up extremely aroused (as every morning that week) and after preparing her breakfast I set about carrying out the assigned tasks.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well, I’m going to clean the apartment and then plan dinner for tonight as you asked.”

“But not like that. If you’re going to do the housework you should wear your uniform properly, don’t you think? Think of the prize you’ll get tonight.”

“Okay, darling, as you wish”—my will was already completely broken and I felt compelled to obey all her instructions.

I then proceeded to dress: the pantyhose, the shoes, the uniform and the wig, which once again transformed me into the house maid.

“One moment, there’s still something I bought for you,” she said and then took a box from her purse containing a complete makeup kit.

“Now sit in front of the mirror and pay close attention because I expect you to do this during the week.”

She then proceeded to make me up: first lightly shaping my eyebrows (thank God, since I still had to continue working), then applying foundation, eye shadow, mascara on my lashes, blush on my cheeks and finally painting my lips an intense red.

“There’s still something missing”—and taking a nail polish the same color as my lips she proceeded to paint my nails.

“Now you really look like a true maid, but I can’t call you Enrique when you’re dressed like this. So from now on, when you fulfill your maid role, I’ll call you Samanta. What do you think of your new name?”

“I don’t know, darling, it’s all very strange and new.”

“One moment,” she said, “from now on we’re going to keep up appearances. Enrique is my husband, whom I love, respect and listen to, but when you’re in the role of Samanta you’re the maid and as such you must address me. Just this once it passes, but from now on no more ‘Ana,’ ‘darling’ or anything like that: when you address me you will refer to me as ‘Ma’am,’ ‘Ma’am Ana’ and you must use the formal ‘you.’ Agreed?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I understand perfectly.”

“Very good, now go carry out your tasks.”

“With your permission, Ma’am.”

For the rest of the day I then dedicated myself to cleaning the entire apartment, preparing dinner (appetizer, main course and dessert) and finally setting the table to receive our guests.

Late in the afternoon with a couple of hours left before our friends arrived, Ana was in the living room.

“Everything is ready, Ma’am. May I withdraw?”

“In a moment. First you’re missing something. Today I missed that wonderful mouth of yours and now I’ll feel like a perverted lesbian when you attend to me.”

With that she opened her legs and invited me to lick her genitals.

After a good while and after already having achieved a couple of orgasms, she said:

“Wait a moment, I want to try something new.”

While saying this she turned around and, exposing her buttocks, continued:

“I want you to put your tongue well inside my ass.”

Accustomed to obeying, I took her buttocks with both hands and, exposing her anus, began licking it and inserting my tongue inside.

“What a wonder, my God, why didn’t I try this before? It’s wonderful.”

While saying this I was inserting my tongue into her anus and she was masturbating with one hand. Upon reaching orgasm she said:

“Enough. Now I need to recover. You may withdraw.”

I then went to our bedroom where I first took a shower and then dressed in casual men’s clothes. When I arrived in the living room I found Ana sitting in an armchair with a drink in her hand and offering me one. She said:

“Sit here next to me. We need to talk before our guests arrive.”

“Yes, darling, I’m listening.”

I was already apprehensive thinking about what was coming; however she asked me:

“How do you feel about these changes that have happened recently?”

“Well,” I said while thinking, “I’ll try to be as honest as possible. If two months ago you had told me that I would have an alter ego, Samanta, who would perform maid duties in this house, that I would be wearing a chastity device, that you would control my orgasms and that I would serve you orally two or three times a day, I would simply have thought you had lost your mind.

However, looking back and being fair, I must admit that our sex life is not only more intense than it ever was; moreover, I must admit that I don’t dislike it. On the contrary, if I have to be completely honest, I feel a kind of perverse pleasure when I transform into Samanta and you treat me like a maid. You know I’m under a lot of stress at the company and also the responsibility of providing jobs for people, knowing that if I do things wrong many employees will be left without work and that is always a source of worry.

On the other hand, when I get home and am simply a maid who follows her mistress’s orders it has an aspect of relaxation: I’m no longer forced to make decisions, you make them and I simply obey. And that is extremely relaxing and satisfying.

I must also admit that our sex life now is not only more intense, but much more interesting. I’d even say it excites me to think about what you’ll make me do next, like for example today when you ordered me to lick your anus.”

“So, are you willing to continue?” she asked.

“I’d say yes. I don’t know where you’ll take me now that you have control over me, but I trust you, I know you wouldn’t hurt me and of course I love you more than ever. The only complaint I could make is that I would really like to have orgasms more often; this constant state of arousal is very uncomfortable.”

“Well, in this stage let’s call it ‘training’ it’s necessary,” she said, “but don’t worry, it will change radically soon.”

At that moment our guests arrived and the conversation was interrupted.

Dinner went normally, except that on several occasions they praised the food and the presentation of the dishes. At one point Ana even mentioned:

“Enrique has been an angel all week. Not only did he prepare tonight’s entire dinner and tidy the apartment: he’s been like that every day this week and I can’t thank him enough.”

“Ricardo has done the same,” Matilde mentioned. “With the problems we’ve had at the clinic this week it was a relief to return home knowing he would be waiting with the apartment tidy and dinner ready.”

At that moment I looked at Ricardo and immediately realized he had gone through the exact same process as me. Obviously both women had a common agenda and I could assume our destinies were, so to speak, synchronized.

“Why don’t we go to the living room and show them the surprise we have prepared for them?” Matilde mentioned.

“I couldn’t wait for you to suggest it. I’m already anxious,” Ana replied.

We went to the living room, not without some apprehension on both Ricardo’s part and mine. The moment we were about to sit down, both women said:

“Wait. You two are the main show today. Now please we want you to undress.”

Neither of us offered any resistance; after all, up to now it wasn’t very different from what had happened the previous week.

When we were both completely naked except for our chastity devices, Ana took the key to my device from around her neck and, handing it to Ricardo, said:

“Here, release your friend.”

Ricardo began working to open the lock of the device and remove it. Inevitably his hands brushed both my penis and my testicles and, due to the abstinence and constant arousal, I immediately began to get an erection.

At that moment Matilde asked Ricardo:

“Look how beautiful it is when it’s erect. Wouldn’t you like to kiss it?”

“Go ahead, I have no problem,” Ana said. “In fact, it would excite me to see you kiss it.”

Almost without realizing it and mainly due to my arousal I began to approach Ricardo, took his head in my hands and applied slight pressure to encourage him. I didn’t have to insist much and before I knew it I felt his tongue running over both my testicles and the entire length of my penis.

“Matilde, go ahead, take it all in your mouth. It would excite me to see that.”

And while saying this I could see she had lifted her skirt and was masturbating furiously at the prospect of seeing her husband perform oral sex on me.

Until recently Ana had been sitting next to Matilde; however I didn’t see her at that moment. Until suddenly I felt some fingers exploring my anus and lubricating it: first one and then two. While Ana spoke in my ear and said:

“Do you like it? Tell me you like me dilating your ass.”

“Yes, I love it. I’m about to finish.”

“Not yet, the best is still missing.”

And while saying this I felt something larger than a couple of fingers penetrating me.

“This is an anal plug and from now on you’ll wear it all the time.”

Shortly after I couldn’t hold back anymore and ended up ejaculating in Ricardo’s mouth.

“Beautiful,” said Matilde. “It’s been a long time since I was so aroused. Now please put the device back on Enrique.”

“Aren’t you going to return the favor to your friend?” Ana said to me while gently pushing my shoulders down, indicating that I should kneel while Matilde handed me Ricardo’s keys.

I took the keys and when removing the device Ana said:

“Go ahead, you know what you have to do.”

While gently pushing me toward my friend’s already erect penis.

Meanwhile Matilde repeated the same process: while I was licking his penis, she first lubricated it, dilated it and finally ended up putting the anal plug on him, until he finally exploded in my mouth.

Then I also repeated the process of putting the chastity device back on him.

We got dressed, sat next to our wives and ended up chatting as we normally did.

And so the night and the weekend ended, with us not only wearing a chastity device but also now having an anal plug constantly dilating us.

Week 5

The day began normally—of course, referring to my new normality. I went to my office and then at two in the afternoon, upon arriving at our apartment, I followed the new routine: change, put on makeup and do the apartment cleaning and plan dinner.

“Good evening, Samanta,” I heard Ana’s voice. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Yes, Ma’am, dinner is almost ready.”

I won’t bore you again with details, but we continued with the previous week’s routine, adding a new feature every day:

- On Monday she added a very tight corset that slimmed my waist.

- On Tuesday some double-D breast prostheses, along with their corresponding bra.

- At the same time, every day she replaced the anal plug with one of a slightly larger size—she called it “training for next weekend”—and every day replaced the heels with higher ones, so that by Friday I was wearing five-centimeter heels without any problem.

Likewise she left a list of videos for me to watch upon arriving home. So, as I told you before, I arrived, changed, put on makeup and then sat down to watch the list of videos before cleaning the house and preparing dinner. When she arrived she would ask me about the videos, which could include:

- Makeup tips: how to slim the nose, how to soften the jaw with shadows, how to correctly apply false eyelashes, how to walk, sit, etc.

- The list also included indoctrination videos: images of crossdressers performing oral sex, being anally stimulated, satisfying both men and women.

That’s how we reached Saturday, the day of our gathering.

As the previous week I got up and, now without needing instructions, transformed into Samanta, prepared breakfast for my Ma’am and then dedicated myself to cleaning the entire apartment and preparing dinner.

When finished, late in the afternoon, I said:

“Ma’am, everything is ready. May I withdraw?”

“Not today, Samanta. It’s a formal dinner and I need you to assist me.”

“Ma’am, I must stay like this. It’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Don’t argue with me, please. If you want your prize you’d better go take a bath. I’ll leave the clothes you should wear tonight in the bedroom.”

I bathed and when I came out of the shower I saw on the bed the clothes my wife had left for me. I hope this is a joke, I thought.

“Ma’am, do you really want me to wear this?”

“Don’t argue with me. You’ll see it will be an exceptional night.”

“But if Ricardo sees me like this, I don’t know what he’ll think of me.”

“Well, after what you’ve done with Ricardo the last two weeks I think he wouldn’t have anything to object to. Besides, Matilde told me he’s not coming, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Put on the clothes I left and stop protesting. Also, I want you to make an effort with the makeup and show everything you’ve learned this week.”

Resigned, but also expectant thinking about what my prize would be today, I began to dress. The clothes consisted of:

- A pair of black seamed stockings.

- A very tight black corset with two cups to accommodate my double-D prostheses.

- The black wig I had been using during the week.

- A pair of black shoes as well, with at least a five-centimeter heel.

- A kit of false nails along with the corresponding intense red polish.

- An anal plug, now a little larger than the one I was using, approximately five centimeters in diameter at its widest part.

- And finally an extremely short French maid uniform, which I assumed would expose my buttocks if I bent over at all.

Resigned I once again began my transformation into Samanta: first I lubricated my anus and inserted the plug, then the corset and prostheses, later the stockings which I fastened with six garters coming from the corset, finally the shoes.

I sat in front of the mirror and began to put on makeup using all the tricks I had learned: false eyelashes, elongated eye shadows (cat eyes as they say), blush on my cheeks, shadows to soften my chin and intense red lipstick.

Then I placed the wig and began applying the false nails.

Finally I put on the uniform, which also included a cap to place on my head.

I must confess that when I looked in the mirror it was hard to recognize myself: I had transformed myself into the epitome of eroticism.

I went to the living room and presented myself to the Ma’am for her approval.

“Excellent, even better than I expected. You’ll make me proud tonight.”

She hadn’t finished saying this when the doorbell rang.

“Go open the door, our guests have arrived.”

Not without some reluctance and a bit of embarrassment I opened the door expecting to find Matilde and Ricardo. However I saw my wife’s friend and beside her a maid dressed exactly like me, very beautiful and feminine who, were it not for the chastity device, would have instantly triggered an erection.

“Hello, Samanta. A pleasure to meet you. Ana has told me a lot about you. This is my assistant Marisa. I hope you become good friends.”

At that moment I realized that Marisa was none other than Ricardo’s alter ego, who had of course undergone the same transformation as me.

“Pleased to meet you, Marisa,” I said while we kissed each other on the cheek.

“Please come in. Ma’am Ana is waiting.”

Ana and Matilde sat in two armchairs in the living room and struck up a casual conversation about their work at the clinic during the week, while Marisa and I waited standing at the entrance to the living room with our hands clasped in front, awaiting instructions. However, I couldn’t help looking at Marisa (and I noticed she was doing the same to me) and admiring her transformation: she was simply beautiful; she was also the epitome of fetishism with that maid outfit, the stockings, the prominent bust, etc.

At some point our eyes met and I noticed hunger in Marisa’s gaze. Was my transformation equally spectacular as hers?

“Ana: Marisa, Samanta, stop devouring each other with your eyes and pay attention, please.”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” we both said almost in unison.

“Let’s go to the dining room, please. Serve the first course,” said Matilde.

They sat at the table and meanwhile Marisa and I positioned ourselves behind each of our Ma’ams, ready to attend to whatever they needed: changing plates, serving drinks, etc. Meanwhile their conversation ceased being casual talk about work topics and moved to somewhat more intimate matters: first about our “education” as they called it, then about how we had accepted the anal plug we now wore, and finally about how it excited them that a “woman” ate their crotch, confessing to each other that they believed they had discovered their bisexuality.

“I would love to check if that’s true with you,” Ana said.

I was completely surprised at that moment. Ana, who until a couple of months ago simply lay back in bed while I penetrated her, had now transformed into a sex-hungry woman, expecting to be satisfied orally three or four times a day and now fantasizing about being with another woman.

“I would love for you to be the first,” Matilde replied.

The first? So there would be more. What had our wives turned into?

“They’ve already shown they can enjoy being bisexual,” Matilde continued, “of course, with a little help from us, but I think they’re enjoying their newly discovered sexuality.”

“Indeed,” Ana replied. “We’ll see what happens today after the trial by fire.”

Trial by fire? What was that? What were they going to make us do now? I thought we had already crossed all limits, though truthfully if they ordered me to have sex with Marisa I would have no objection.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Ana said.

We went to the living room and there both sat in two armchairs with legs crossed, almost displaying themselves for us, while Marisa and I remained standing by the door waiting for instructions.

“We’ve traveled a very interesting path these last two months,” Matilde said, “and I can only say it has been simply extraordinary and exciting for me,” Matilde began to speak.

“However,” she continued, “there is still a small stretch to go. Needless to say you have lost the bet and both Ana and I have legitimately won a well-deserved one-week cruise vacation.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” we both answered in unison, “that is unquestionable.”

“As Matilde was saying,” Ana continued, “however there is still a small stretch to go and in this case we have decided to give you the opportunity to continue or stop everything here. The alternatives are obviously: if you decide to continue we will take the next step; if instead you decide to stop here we will simply forget everything that has happened, you will immediately change and resume your male alter ego and the only thing that will happen is that Matilde and I will go on a one-week vacation.”

“This is an important decision,” Matilde said. “Do you want to take the risk and take the next step, or do you prefer to go back to how things were two months ago, having conventional sex once a week? Personally, if you choose the second option I will miss the oral sex Marisa has provided me lately very much.”

“And don’t forget our newly discovered pleasure of kisses on the anus.”

“Of course, it would be a shame, but it’s up to you.”

Once again I thought seriously: I wanted to leave all this behind, turn back two months and forget everything. There was a certain anguish in being in chastity all the time, but on the other hand I was already enjoying surrendering and blindly obeying Ana’s orders, and not to mention my also newly discovered pleasure in anal stimulation, something the plug constantly reminded me of.

This is what I mentioned, trying to be completely honest.

“The same happens to me,” Marisa added. “I feel a particular pleasure in transforming, leaving all the stress aside and simply obeying. Besides, I must also confess that our sex life is now much more interesting. I agree with Samanta that the only thing I regret is not being able to have orgasms more often, although I must confess their intensity is much greater.”

“So, what do you decide?” Matilde asked.

“I would like to continue, Ma’ams,” I said. “I trust you completely and so far we have only discovered new forms of pleasure.”

“And you, Marisa?” Ana asked.

“I also want to continue, Ma’am. Besides I see that Matilde is much more sexually satisfied and that is very important to me.”

“Perfect then,” Ana said. “We didn’t expect less from you but we wanted to give you the opportunity to choose. We will go change and meanwhile you go to the kitchen and bring two crystal glasses, please.”

Strange request if you will. What did they have planned for us? We went to the kitchen and I couldn’t help looking at Marisa’s buttocks and then caressing them when she took the glasses from the upper cabinet.

“I was hoping you would be the one to take the glasses. I intended to do the same.”

“No problem,” I said while reaching to take two more glasses, at which moment I felt a pair of hands caressing my buttocks increasing my arousal even more.

We returned to the living room and leaving two glasses on the small center table we remained standing at the door waiting.

As time passed and finding ourselves alone we sat on the couch next to each other. I have no way to describe the excitement I felt at that moment feeling the rub of her legs encased in nylon stockings against mine, even more so when I felt Marisa begin to caress one of my legs—an act that as you can imagine I immediately reciprocated—becoming even more aroused seeing my hand with long red-painted nails caressing her beautiful legs.

We were in the middle of that when suddenly we heard:

“Ana, how lovely. We leave them alone for five minutes and they already look like two bitches in heat.”

“Matilde, now it’s much clearer to me why they wanted to continue. I think, my friend, that inadvertently we have created two little whores.”

Marisa and I were speechless, not knowing how to respond, not because of the situation in which they had found us but because of the change that had occurred in our wives.

Those two formal women who had left the living room had returned completely transformed into two Dominant Goddesses. The only difference between them was the hair color: light brown in Ana’s case and blonde in Matilde’s, both tied in a ponytail.

Their makeup was now much more intense, with more marked eye shadows, lips painted a dark brown that highlighted their features even more; then a black leather corset very tight that gave them a tiny waist and at the same time highlighted the prominent bust both had.

From the corset came six garters securing a pair of seamed nylon stockings similar to ours. Finally a pair of knee-high boots with at least a ten-centimeter heel.

On their arms long opera gloves that accentuated their dominant figure even more.

But what left us open-mouthed was that around their waists they wore a harness with a generously sized dildo of a somewhat strange shape: it started from their crotch and extended upward (later I learned its shape was because it was specially designed to stimulate the prostate).

Faced with our astonishment Ana said:

“Close your mouths or do you prefer we give you something to put in them?”

We immediately stood up and I said:

“I’m sorry, Ma’ams. We couldn’t contain ourselves. I ask you to take into account that we’ve been in abstinence for a week and Marisa is very beautiful and we couldn’t help it.”

“Well,” Matilde said while sitting in the armchair, “for today it passes, but now I want to see how Marisa kisses this beautiful cock I bought for her.”

“Excellent idea,” Ana said. “I’m anxious to see how Samanta does it.”

Both sat in the two armchairs and signaled us to approach.

Almost without thinking and without realizing what I was doing I knelt at her feet and began licking the rubber penis to finally end up putting it in my mouth, at which point Ana began to moan. Later I learned that the harness had an internal dildo that was inserted into her vagina and by me licking and sucking it I was also moving the other end inside her.

I tried to insert it completely into my mouth but it was impossible: it must have been at least 25 centimeters long of which I could only swallow half.

“I see you lack practice,” she said. “Don’t worry, with time you’ll become an expert. We’ll practice every day until you can swallow it whole.”

“Well, enough for now,” Matilde said and standing up took a condom from her cleavage and handed it to Marisa saying: “Would you be so kind as to put it on me?”

Marisa then opened the wrapper and began putting it on the artificial phallus.

“Not with your hands, no. Try to do it with your mouth like a good little whore.”

Not without effort Marisa began struggling to comply with her Ma’am’s instructions, a task that due to her inexperience was quite difficult.

“This is another thing you have to practice, but with time it will become second nature to you.”

Once she more or less finished putting it on, Matilde adjusted it correctly and began lubricating it with gel while saying to Marisa:

“Come on, beautiful, turn around, rest your arms on the back of the armchair and show me that beautiful ass you have.”

Marisa obeyed and Matilde then, after removing the anal plug, began lubricating her maid’s ass.

“Now I’m really going to make you a woman,” she said.

With that she placed the tip of the artificial penis at the entrance of her ass and began to apply pressure. Since it was already dilated thanks to the anal plug and the week’s training, it entered easily all the way.

Once fully inside Matilde began moving, riding her making the artificial phallus go in and out almost completely.

I heard both moaning almost in unison: Marisa because she was being fucked and Matilde thanks to the movements of the other end she had inserted inside herself.

“Don’t you dare come without warning me first, is that clear?”

Between moans Marisa answered:

“Yes, Ma’am, but I think I won’t last much longer”—due to the fact that as I mentioned earlier due to its shape the dildo was stimulating her prostate.

That was the signal for Ana to interrupt my activities and tell me:

“Take one of the glasses and capture your friend’s orgasm in it.”

I followed her instructions and placed the glass under Marisa’s penis which was still trapped in her chastity device.

Shortly after Marisa experienced her first anal orgasm (although I assumed it wouldn’t be the last) and began to ejaculate. It was incredible the amount that was coming out; it seemed it would never end: one spurt after another came out of the device’s opening at the same rhythm as her Ma’am’s thrusts in her ass.

When she finally finished and nothing more came out, both sat in the armchair side by side completely exhausted, while Ana handed me another condom and said:

“Now it’s your turn.”

Knowing what I had to do, I first tried to put the condom on with my lips and then positioned myself in the same position as my friend. I then felt the plug being removed and then my ass being lubricated a bit more; then, a pressure from a more contundent object trying to enter.

I cannot describe the pleasure I felt at being penetrated and at the same time feeling my Ma’am’s breasts on my back.

“Remember to warn before you finish,” Ana said.

“I’m almost there, I can’t hold much longer,” was my only answer between gasps.

Marisa then knelt at my feet and placed the glass next to the exit hole of my chastity device. Almost at the same moment the most intense orgasm I had ever felt ran through my body and I began to ejaculate copiously: one spurt after another until finally, exhausted, I couldn’t anymore and saw with surprise that I had filled almost a quarter of the glass.

“Well, this deserves a toast,” Matilde said while handing Ana a glass of champagne. Marisa handed me the glass where I had ejaculated and at that moment we all toasted and of course savored our own orgasm.

“Do you still think it was best to continue or do you regret it?” Ana asked.

“I don’t know, Marisa,” I answered, “but today my Ma’am has granted me the best orgasm of my life.”

“I don’t regret it at all,” Marisa added, “although I admit it’s quite a bizarre experience, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

After saying goodbye to our guests we went to sleep and as usual she put the earbuds on me again. The only difference was that now I would not only sleep with the chastity device but also with the anal plug in place.

In the morning upon waking I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and then put the plug back in place. I must admit that doing so gave me a sensation of pleasure that, were it not for the chastity device, would have ended in me masturbating.

Since I had to tidy the apartment after the previous day’s events I once again adopted Samanta’s personality: I dressed accordingly with the corset, breast prostheses, nylon stockings, makeup, wig and finally the blue maid housecoat I had been using during the week.

Upon finishing cleaning I prepared breakfast for Ana and took it to her in bed.

“Good morning, Ma’am. I have brought your breakfast.”

“How kind you are, Samanta, but now I need something else.”

Saying this she threw back the bedclothes and that’s when I realized she had already been awake for some time and that while I was tidying the apartment she had once again put on the harness.

“Come here, you already know what you have to do.”

I leaned over the bed and following her instructions began kissing the artificial phallus and inserting it into my mouth—perhaps with a little better luck than the day before.

“Very good, practice makes perfect,” she said. “You’ll see that soon you’ll be able to swallow it whole. Now show me that beautiful ass.”

I unbuttoned the housecoat, removed the plug (not without some sadness) and proceeded to straddle her, penetrating myself. I then began riding that beautiful prosthesis she had, feeling the orgasm grow inside me until finally I ejaculated on her breasts.

“Kiss my breasts, I want to see you drink your milk.”

Obviously she didn’t have to ask me twice and I began kissing them; meanwhile she removed the harness and offered me both her genitals and her anus to kiss.

After several orgasms and when she was about to have her breakfast I asked:

“May I withdraw, Ma’am? Do you need anything?”

“Okay, you may go. And take the day off.”

I changed again, took a shower and once again adopted my alter ego of Enrique.

The rest of the day went like any other traditional married couple: we talked, went out for a walk and drinks, went to the movies and finally in the afternoon returned to our apartment.

When we went to sleep—of course me with the anal plug in place, since she said I should continue training my ass—she put the earbuds on me once more, mentioning in passing that now we would begin a new stage.

Week 6

Obviously now I was subjected to a new series of audios at night, since my dreams were filled with images of crossdressers and transvestites sucking penises of different sizes and shapes.

As usual I woke up aroused and with no opportunity to release. I even tried playing a little with the anal plug, inserting and removing it, trying to repeat the experience from the previous Saturday and thus achieve an anal orgasm, but without success.

I had no choice then but to change, go to the company as every day and then repeat the routine of the previous weeks: arrive early at our apartment, transform into Samanta, sit for two hours and watch the videos Ana had programmed for me, then clean and tidy and finally prepare dinner.

When it was almost ready I heard Ana arrive from work.

“Samanta, are you in the kitchen?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m finishing dinner and I’m about to withdraw.”

“Not yet. Wait a moment while I change.”

“Yes, Ma’am, as you wish.”

Shortly after she entered the kitchen. She was dressed in a white blouse, a blue skirt, natural-colored stockings and blue shoes with a five-centimeter heel.

I felt her approach from behind and after grabbing my breasts she said:

“I really want to be with you before my husband arrives.”

“Please, Ma’am, don’t compromise me.”

“Come on, we know you like it.”

“Please, Ma’am, I’ll complain to your husband.”

“Don’t play hard to get. How many times have we done it? Won’t you give me that beautiful little ass?”

At that moment she hugged me tighter, pressed against my back and besides feeling her breasts I felt something hard pressing against my buttocks. That’s when I realized that “changing” referred to putting on the harness under her skirt before coming to see me.

“Oh, Ma’am, don’t do this to me.”

“Don’t play hard to get,” she said while lifting her skirt and displaying the artificial penis.

“Come on, give your friend a little kiss.”

Almost instinctively I knelt and began kissing and sucking the dildo. She took my head with both hands and said:

“Let’s see how you swallow it all. Straighten your throat so it goes down and I can fuck your mouth.”

I tried to follow her instructions holding back a gag when I felt the tip reach my throat and helped by the pressure of her hands I finally managed to swallow her entire penis and get it completely inside my mouth.

“Very good, what a beautiful little whore how she eats it all.”

“Now turn around so I can fuck you.”

I leaned over the kitchen counter, felt her lift my housecoat exposing my ass, removed the plug from inside me and placed it on the counter.

“It’s already lubricated with your saliva,” she said. “Here we go.”

I felt her penetrate me in one thrust and felt the artificial testicles brush my buttocks at the same time she began a back-and-forth motion in and out of my ass.

We began moaning together and after a short time once again I had another anal orgasm, spilling all my semen on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s see how you clean the counter.”

While she continued fucking me seeking her own orgasm, I simply limited myself to licking the counter, drinking all my orgasm.

Once she finished she withdrew from inside me and said:

“I’m going to change. Tidy yourself up a bit before my husband arrives and then you can go.”

I went to the room we had recently kept free and there returned to my alter ego of Enrique. I went to the living room and found her setting the table.

“Samanta already left the food ready. Help me set the table so we can have dinner.”

The sensation was at the same time incredible and bizarre: both of us acted as if Samanta and Enrique were two different people and even that Samanta and Ana’s activities should remain hidden. This, however strange it may seem, added an extra kink and arousal to the entire scene.

The rest of the week went more or less similarly: she would arrive, “abuse” me—sometimes seducing me, other times threatening that I would lose my job—and after the scene Samanta gave way to Enrique.

There were some slight modifications that showed me that both she and I were fully embarked on this new adventure. The room we had designated as “Samanta’s room”—which until then had been furnished only with a television where I watched the videos, a table, a mirror and a chair where I put on makeup and the closet that only had three pairs of shoes, a corset, some stockings, the housecoat and the French maid dress—now little by little began to fill with all kinds of objects.

First several shelves were added which during the week welcomed various sex toys, especially anal plugs and dildos.

The plugs varied from extremely long and thin ones—especially one nearly 45 centimeters long, very narrow at one end increasing to almost five centimeters in circumference at the base—others called “anal jewels” made of metal with a colored crystal at the base simulating a jewel that was the only thing visible when worn, others inflatable (which I must confess made me cry with pleasure when using them by stimulating my prostate).

On the other hand dildos of different sizes and shapes also began to appear: from the thin (two centimeters in circumference) but very long—almost thirty centimeters—to others that really due to their dimensions I didn’t dare try; all adapted to be placed in the harness.

At the same time there were other dildos with a suction base, also of different sizes and shapes (even one called “Alien” that simulated the imaginary shape of an extraterrestrial penis) most of which had a suction base that I had to place on the chair and sit on them while watching the instructional videos.

The clothing also underwent a change: in the closet dresses of different types began to appear—formal, informal, blouse and skirt sets—nylon stockings and pantyhose of different colors and textures, shoes of various colors with heels from five centimeters to some almost ten centimeters high, etc.

When I asked at some point how we would pay for everything she was buying she said:

“You don’t have to worry. Some things are second quality, others are from American fairs (meaning used but in good condition). Besides I’m thinking of offering Samanta’s services by the hour to attend other apartments. I just need to find the right clients.”

“Sell Samanta’s services?”

“Of course, why not? She’s excellent at cleaning, cooking and besides we can get an extra rate for other services both to men and women.”

“I don’t know, it seems very risky. Besides I would die of shame walking around the building.”

“Trust me: the clientele will be very *********** and I’m sure they’ll be more than delighted to have Samanta and Marisa at their service.”

So it wouldn’t be just me. Once again we had fallen into Ana and Matilde’s net. Without needing any clarification I already knew we had no escape.

That’s how the week went until we reached Saturday. That night we would be the ones going to dinner at our friends’ apartment (since we rotated every week). So upon waking, as usual, I put on makeup, dressed appropriately and spent the day cleaning the house, doing laundry, etc.

In the afternoon, having finished my tasks, I went to the Ma’am and announced:

“Ma’am Ana, I have finished my tasks. May I withdraw?”

“Not today, Samanta. Go take a bath and then put on the clothes I left in the bedroom for you to wear tonight.”

“But Ma’am, I can’t go out dressed like that. What will the neighbors say?”

“The neighbors won’t have anything to say: they’ll only see an attractive woman. Besides, Matilde and I decided that today will be a women-only dinner.”

Resigned and unable to make any objection I went to take a bath and when I came out I saw the clothes they had prepared for me. It was a black long-sleeved dress with a square neckline; the skirt was pencil style, barely five centimeters above my knees, natural-colored nylon stockings, black shoes with a five-centimeter heel and of course the inevitable corset.

Along with the clothes there was also a series of accessories: earrings, a necklace, bracelets and even a watch.

I proceeded to do my makeup according to the clothes I should wear: dark tones, eye shadows, red lips matching my nail color and of course the inevitable black wig.

When I went to meet Ana I saw she had exactly the same dress as mine except it was red. I said:

“I’m ready, Ma’am.”

“You look beautiful. If we weren’t expected I would penetrate you right now. Besides you’re already off your work hours: for today we’ll be two friends and it’s not necessary for you to call me Ma’am; Ana will be enough.”

“Very well, Ana. I confess I’m nervous, but let’s go.”

“Perfect. Here you have in case you need anything,” she said while handing me a woman’s purse containing some makeup items and a couple of condoms (which undoubtedly announced how the dinner would end).

We took the elevator to our friends’ apartment and when opening the door I found Marisa. She was wearing a pale green dress with a style that reminded me of 1950s fashion: a wide skirt just at knee height and very fitted at the torso, highlighting (and a lot) her generous bust.

We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and the same with Ana. Upon entering the apartment we found Matilde who had a dress identical to Marisa’s but this time blue.

We went to the living room, sat down to have some wine while chatting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, in a relaxed way as if it really were a meeting between old friends.

We talked about makeup, fashion, some comments about movies, etc. Finally we moved to the dining room where we had dinner.

Here the tone of the conversation changed a bit as Ana and Matilde began talking about how positive it was to dine alone without their husbands making jokes about how naive women’s conversation is.

At one point Ana asked:

“What do you think, Samanta? Do you prefer a dinner like this just women or the previous version?”

“I have to admit it’s pleasant and relaxed.”

“And what does Marisa think?” Ana asked.

“Truthfully I like it. It’s been a very pleasurable experience for me. Besides this dress drives me crazy; it even tempts me to go shopping in it.”

“If you do that prepare to be harassed on the street,” Matilde replied.

“Be careful: it could become reality sooner than you expect,” Ana added in a way that made me wonder what she meant.

“Why don’t we continue in the living room?” Marisa asked. “As hosts, Matilde and I have prepared a surprise activity that I’m sure you’ll love.”

Intrigued about what the activity they had prepared was—which undoubtedly included both Ana and me—we went to the living room where we sat next to each other on one of the sofas.

“So, what will we have to do?” I asked.

“For you, nothing new,” Matilde replied to me “and for Ana something I know she’s been fantasizing about for a while,” Matilde said.

No sooner had she finished saying this than Matilde stood in front of Ana and Marisa in front of me, lifted their skirts and revealed their surprise, which had been hidden under the wide flared skirts they both wore: Marisa a beautiful erection and Matilde a harness with a dildo that would make any porn actor envious.

“Now you already know what you have to do,” Matilde said approaching her artificial penis to my wife’s mouth.

“And so you know, the food was seasoned with a good amount of Viagra, so this will be a long night,” Marisa added.

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