A few months ago, my beautiful wife, Julie, read the popular book "50 Shades of Grey". It was obvious that she was very turned on by the story. She started telling me about it, a lot. After more than a few conversations, I suggested she read "The Story of O", and, I gave her my copy. She liked it, but, not as much as "50 Shades of Grey". After a few conversations, I decided to surprise her by bringing a riding crop home.

I made her take off her clothes, tied her wrists behind her, and, started to tease her with the crop, as she knelt on the floor. I ran the tip of the crop, slowly, all over her beautiful ass. Before long, I lashed her behind, once. I made her wait for a second lash, letting the sting soak in, before giving her a second. She started to cry. I wound up only whipping her three times, but, she seemed to like it. We had some really hot sex, afterward. In the days that followed, we dabbled in a little more S&M, each time. I made her suck my cock. I made her masturbate for me. We played with different scenes. But, I was always dominant, and, she, submissive. We were having fun, but, it was never the kind of over the top sexual experience I thought it could be.

Then, one night, Julie said she'd like to try reversing the roles. I didn't want to admit it, but, the thought really turned me on. I told her that, maybe, some day, I'd consider switching with her, trying not to let her know how good the idea sounded. We continued on the same path, for a few more days.

Then, one night, I came home from work to find her waiting for me, in her sexiest bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, and, pumps. I was, barely, in the door, when she told me to take off all of my clothes. There was something stern, in her voice, that let me know she meant business. And, who was I to argue? I stripped off all of my clothes, leaving them in a pile, on the floor.

She took my hand, and, led me to the bedroom, saying, "Have I got a surprise for you!"

She took me into the master bathroom, opened the shower door, and, told me to get in. Once inside, she picked up the bottle of Veet hair remover, and, started putting it on my chest and stomach. As she did, she began telling me that from now on things would be different. She told me that from then on I was to take all of my clothes off, as soon as I got home. I was to keep my body smooth and hairless, on my own. She started putting the hair removal cream on my pubic hair, as she went on. From then on, I was to be her slave, and, do exactly as she wished, without question. I didn't know why I was allowing her to do this to me, but, by the time she was done, she'd put the cream on my chest, stomach, pubic hair, legs, back, and, buttocks. After waiting the required time, Julie told me to turn on the shower and rinse off. As I watched the hair swirl down the drain, she said that, now, I would know how it feels to be, totally, smooth and hairless. After all, I'd always expected her to stay that way. As I finished rinsing off, she asked if I didn't like the way it looked and felt. I had to admit I did.

After toweling me off, she took me back into the bedroom. I was a little more than half hard as she told me to kneel on the floor. I knew what was coming next. She fastened my hands to my ankles, with cuffs she'd bought just for that purpose. With my ass jutting out, she started to run the riding crop over my ass. Oddly enough, it seemed to be making my cock get harder. When she, finally, lashed me, for the first time, my cock got even harder. It stung, and, hurt terribly. The second time she whipped me I started to cry, but, my cock got even harder. After she delivered her third stroke, I thought I was going to explode. After that, she stopped.

"All this has gotten me awfully turned on!", she remarked. "Now, I think I'd like to watch you masturbate!"

She released me from the cuffs, climbed into the bed, and, demanded that I stand in front of her, and, jerk off. It was one of the few things I'd always, steadfastly, refused to do in front of her, but, I was so turned on, and, she was being so forceful, I dared not refuse. After I had cum, she tugged her panties down, and, ordered me to eat her pussy. Afterward, as we talked, she got me to admit that I'd really loved it, and, that it was the sort of over the top sex that we, both, craved. She said she'd loved being the dominant one. Then, she asked if I'd consent to being her total submissive. She made me say that I would. That night, after our conversation, we fucked, wildly.

The next night, when I came home from a long day at work, she was waiting for me, again. She nodded, for me to strip. She wore black panties, a matching bra, stockings, and, a garter belt. Sitting on the couch, she motioned me toward her. On the coffee table, in front of me, was a pair of pink bikini panties.

Nodding toward them, Julie ordered, "Put them on!"

As I put them on, she told me that from then on, I was to wear them, under my clothes, all day, at work. They fit perfectly. She liked the way they looked on me. She started to tell me that she would be purchasing more of them for me, but, changed her mind, and, informed me that I'd be buying my own panties. She would take me shopping, but, she would make sure the salesgirls at Victoria's Secret knew they were for me.

"Now, take them off, and, kneel. That's it. Bend over the edge of the coffee table. Hold the sides. Don't move your hands, or, it'll be much worse!", she ordered. She went on to tease me with her crop, then, give me five lashes. She left me there, crying, then returned with the bottle of Astro-Glide.

"You know what to do, my sweet little whore!", she cursed.

After I had masturbated for her, she had me use her glass phallus on her, then, eat her.

That night, after that, she made me sit, in my pink panties, as she put make-up on me. The results were amazing. We fucked, twice, after that. In the days that followed, Julie kept dressing me like that. She took me shopping. I wound up buying a dozen pairs of panties, for myself, at Victoria's Secret. She made sure the salesgirl knew they were for me. The salesgirl seemed very nice, and, not at all taken back by it. We made friends with her. Little did I know, it wouldn't be the last time I'd be seeing her. Julie took me to one of those shoe warehouse kind of places, and, converting my shoe size bought a pair of pumps that fit me. I was to wear them, at home.

Then, one night, after I came home from work, Julie told me she had a special surprise planned for me. She told me to put on my panties, did my make-up, and, made me put on my pumps. A few seconds after she'd finished with that, the doorbell rang.

"Go answer it!", she ordered, as she followed, close behind me.

As I approached the door, I could see, through the side light, it was her best friend, Suzanne. I tried to turn, and, go back down the hall to hide, but, Julie reminded me that I'd consented to do anything she wanted.

"Answer it, I said!", she ordered.

I opened the door, and, ushered Suzanne in. The rest of the evening is another story!