My wife insisted it was for a good cause. That's why I agreed to let her feminize me for the annual Stepford Charity Auction. I was a little embarrassed by the pre-auction inspection. It was explained to me that the bidders were going to pay top dollar, and expected each "slave" to be clean. "Slave?!" I asked my wife. "I'm going to be someone's slave?!" "Just for a week," she replied off-handedly, as if that would make me feel better about it.
NOTE: This post was inspired by a story, "Slave Auction," I read on a blog called Sharon's Musings, run by a wonderful woman named Sharon Lawson. I highly recommend her erotica. There is another story on her blog called, "Don't Read This...," which Sharon cautions you not to read. I encourage you to read it.
I do love the concept of having things changing from what you thought they might be to what they actually turned out to be.
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to see you again... and know that you are still writing these wonderful blog posts
DeleteJust the thought of being someones or group of people's slave for a weak, is so erotic for a submissive husband like me.
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