Rick thought he had hit the jackpot when he met Shazia online. Not only was she beautiful, intelligent, and charming, but her body would put supermodels to shame. Before he knew it, he was flying to her country to get married.
But Shazia didn’t want a normal marriage. And once the marriage papers were signed, she was free to expose her wickedly dominant self. Shazia is going to feminize him, humiliate him, and bury him under her firm rear end in the hottest face-sitting imaginable.
Rick is going to learn what is it to live in a true Female-led relationship, and he’ll have to surrender control of every aspect of his life. He’s going to become her male wife, regardless of what he wants..
Product Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes, which includes female domination, humiliation, facesitting, forced feminization, and turning a man into a wife.
“Mmmmm.” She strode around him, letting her fingers trail along his shoulders. “It’s so hot seeing a proud man on his knees. Now, time to drain your testosterone. It will make you more malleable. And I’m getting tired of looking at your little, stiff penis”
“Little?” He raised his brow. “Did you just say I have a little cock?”
She grabbed his cheeks with her hand. “A little penis, dear. I think I can work with it, though.”
Rick shook his head. This had gone too far. But for some reason, his cock was still throbbing, and it felt like the slightest touch would make him cum. It made no sense, but his body was reacting to her humiliating words. And she was so incredibly hot, he would probably do anything to fuck her.
“Now,” she said, striding over to the suitcase she had brought in. “I want you to drain your tiny little penis for me.”
He brightened up at the mention of his cock. “I want you so badly.”
A look of confusion stole over her face, and then she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, did you think I meant make love to you? No, you’ll have to earn that. And even then, it will be only for my own ends.” Her eyes twinkled as she said the cryptic statement.
“Then what did you mean?”
“Let me make you pretty first, and then we can talk.” She unzipped the suitcase, pulling out a pair of thigh high boots, followed by a pair of sheer black panties, a bra, and a makeup kit.
He stared at her uncomprehendingly. What does she mean ‘make me pretty?’
“Time to get dressed, slave.” She drew out the word ‘slave’ in her sexy, throaty voice.
“In those?” His voice almost squeaked.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She ran a single finger up her body, stopping at her heavy breast to cup it, and letting out a low moan. “If you do, I might let you touch my body.”
The thought of touching her perfect body vanquished any rational thought from his brain, and he nodded rapidly. At this point, he would sell his soul to fuck Shazia.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed of doing this to a man my entire life. I want you to be my slut.”
Slut? he thought. What have I gotten myself into? But it was too late to change his mind now, so he squared his shoulder and hardened his resolve. He would play into his wife’s little fetishes if that was what it took to fuck her.
She stepped next to him and leaned down, wrapping the bra around his chest.
His cock vibrated from her closeness, her firm breasts brushing against his shoulder. A shudder passed through his body at her touch. He couldn’t stop imagining the moment his cock would slide between her swollen pussy lips.
The bra tightened and then it was secured around him. She handed him the panties and boots and then stepped back, biting her lip as she watched. “You’re going to look so hot in these.”
The clothing felt foreign in his hands, and he stood there helplessly.
“Put them on, slave,” she murmured.
He watched as her hand lifted the crotch of her cocktail dress, sliding into her panties. She let out a little sigh of pleasure, her fingers squelching as she started to finger herself.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her fingers exploring her sex behind the thin material. As she watched, he stepped into the panties she had given him, pulling them up and shifting them as his rock-hard cock fell out. It was difficult stuffing his cock and balls back in, and he winced as the soft material imprisoned his cock.
Shazia opened her legs, letting out a long moan. Her eyes blazed with desire as she fingered herself, her hand moving faster and faster in her panties. Her breaths were coming quicker, her body hunching forward slightly.
This is so hot, he thought. He sought out his cock, the skin tingling as he finally touched it. It was so sensitive he nearly gasped. One stroke and he’d probably be done.
“I don’t think so,” she said, a moan nearly interrupting her sentence. “No touching until you’re dressed.”
Rick stepped into the thigh-high boots, tottering uncomfortably on the ridiculously tall stiletto heels. He zipped up one, and then the other, feeling the blush return with a vengeance. He was dressed like a hooker for his new wife, and he didn’t even really know why.
“You’re so sexy,” she cried out, making little whines of delight. Her hand moved in rapid circles, her little gasps and moans building in intensity. Her body trembled and she screamed out, throwing her head back. She continued to quiver, as a climax wracked her body.
“Holy shit,” Rick said, watching her orgasm. If she so much as touched him, he would fill his panties with hot cum.
“Mmmm.” She stretched languidly. “I feel so much better now. Now, time to drain you. Back on your knees.