Out & About

It's not all sex and sleazy behaviors that make for a good mind fuck.
Sometimes it's the subtle slow mind game that makes cementing the reality that you have become a sex slave to your superior, dominant wife.

Case in point, last night's date experience. My wife had bought us tickets to a play in Ithaca, a town known for its liberal support of gay & lesbian lifestyles. My wife and i have enjoyed plays there on many occasions and have seen it as an opportunity for me to dress in more feminine attire while out in public. This night would be much the same but with a few subtle differences. I have been on hormones now for over a month, as well as vacuum pumping my titties for two months. With my wife applying my makeup for me ( i tend to make myself look like a cheap whore when i do my own...) Along with my well styled wig and a modest dress, she informed me that she wanted to see Jasmine tonight, and Only Jasmine. In other words, from the moment i left the house till the moment she decided it was over, their would be no work talk. She wanted no trace of masculinity . Tonight was going to be a test run of me being completely a submissive.
Now, this might seem a given, but for us, there have been other occasions where my wife has taken me out in public, but on those nights, despite how i appeared to others, inside my head and behind my eyeballs, i was still a man. i thought, spoke, and acted like the man i was when i was at work or as the man i was when I took my wife out to show her a good time. Tonight, she wanted not just to be in charge, but to know that she had her lesbian lover on her arm. And to do that, i would have to speak in a feminine voice. Hearing myself speak in my tenor voice was not so grating or quite frankly, as ridiculous, as when i attempted to sound like a Marilyn Monroe impersonator. My tenor voice was me, just in a slightly higher octave. And it made all the difference in the world.
Starting in the car ( She insisted she drive. Normally i drive us, but she insisted that i ride as the passenger. This would deepen my submissive mind set and further prep me for my status as female.) The conversation was light, but with delightful sensual teasings. She would talk about her lovers and how she planned to incorporate me into scenes with them - "If i was a good gurl." My clitty was still locked in chasitty and i had not had an orgasm since January 2, so her vivid talk of her plans of orgies or "tease & please" scenes as she calls them, made my clitty hard and my mouth dry.
When we arrived at the theater we had a drink at the bar before taking oru seats, and while COVID restrictions made it impossible to really flirt with anyone, my wife did a marvelous job of encouraging my conversation with the bartender. What was thrilling to me was how she kept introducing me to everyone as My Wife - Jasmine. I would blush visibly and my panties were noticeably damp when i went to the Ladies Room before the curtain went up.
I know you are expecting some explicit account of being ass- fucked in the Ladies Room stall, or being forced to give head during intermission by a tall dark stranger ( I WISH!) but this is a seduction story. It was all a romantic mind fuck of discipline and acceptance on my part. Jasmine came out and stayed out for the night. And my reward? Mistress granted me the privilege of making her breakfast in bed today. This afternoon promises strap on play. At the moment though, i don't know who is wearing it ! Seriously ! Mistress has often teased me about how humiliating it would be to be asked to fuck my wife with a dildo instead of my pathetic little dick.