Date: Mon, 07 Jun 1999 22:04:01 GMT
From: cindy sissy <jbds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tom's Emasculation (forced tg)

			    Tom's Emasculation
			      By: sissy cindy

Tom came home that fateful evening a defeated man.  In spite of all the
long hours he had put in, the dozens of nights he had settled for a few
hours sleep on his office couch, the word had come down from the home
office today... Tom would not be the new CEO, the job instead would go to a
woman!  Patricia Sommersby, to be exact.  Sure, she had all the
prerequisites for the position, Harvard MBA, Michigan Law, but then, so did
Tom.  And Tom was just not used to losing, not in anything.  He always had
to be the best, from his days of playground kickball to a middleweight
golden gloves championship.  Tom just did not know the meaning of defeat.

But that evening, he felt it from his head to his toes.  His loving wife,
Eileen had never seen him so hurt, so vulnerable.  She fixed him a strong
drink of a fine single malt scotch, and eased him into his favorite chair.
She removed his shoes and loosened his tie and then got down on her knees
and unzipped his pants.  His cock was wilted and was the smallest she had
ever seen it.  Still, she gently licked and sucked it to life, and
eventually he shuddered from a nice orgasm.  Later that night, Eileen
tucked Tom into bed, not caring that he had not made any efforts to give
her any similar sexual relief.

Since Tom had lost the big race, he was terminated at Andrews Electronics,
though not without a fat "golden parachute".  He really had enough money to
never work again, and for several weeks, that is precisely what he did.
Most days he stayed in bed until lunchtime, and then lounged about the
house, either in a bathrobe or some sweat pants and tee shirt.  Eileen had
never asked Tom for any help around the house, and he never offered any.

Eileen did not mind Tom's laziness so much, but she was very disturbed
about what was happening to their sex life.  Tom had always been a
wonderful lover, despite a cock that measured five inches when fully
aroused.  But, this defeat seemed to knock the manhood right out of him.
He was completely passive in bed, and Eileen was at her wit's end as to how
to snap him out of it.  Finally, she made a decision that would either
bring her Tom back to her, or end their marriage, at least what was left of
their marriage.  With a long weekend coming up, Eileen decided to put her
plan into action that evening.

  In preparation for what she hoped would be a long night of hot love
making, Eileen bathed in perfumed water, the bath oils making her already
soft skin silky smooth to the touch.  She applied her makeup in a seductive
manner and put her hair up, to accent her gorgeous neckline, which led to
her perfect 36c breasts.  She wore a short night gown with a plunging
neckline and matching lace panties.  Finally she lit several candles around
the bedroom and shut off the lights, striking a seductive pose when Tom
finally came up to bed after watching television the entire evening.

"Wow, look at you, is this a special occasion or something?" he asked.
"Could be this is your lucky night, sailor, you like what you see?"  "God,
you look fantastic Eileen, you really do, I just wish I were man enough to
give you what you need."  Tom looked down at his crotch, where his cock
remained pitifully soft, in spite of the gorgeous temptress lying before
him.

This was it for Eileen, the moment of truth.  She had been talking to a
therapist friend and reading everything she could about Tom's problem,
which is not all that uncommon.  She had already tried all of the more
supportive types of therapy to help him regain his self esteem, and now she
was down to her last hope, a form of tough love therapy that had been shown
to work in a fairly large percentage of cases.  However, it was going to
take everything Eileen had within her to pull this off.  She was going have
to totally humiliate Tom until his sense of pride kicked back in and made
her stop.  When, and if that happened, Eileen prayed that Tom would
understand and forgive her for what she was about to do...

"Hmmmmph, I guess you're right Tom, I don't know what I was thinking, you
obviously don't have what it takes to satisfy a real woman.  Hell, you
couldn't even beat a woman out for the CEO job.  You really are a pathetic
excuse for a man.  I don't know why it's taken me this long to realize it.
All of my girlfriends have been telling me for years what a little pansy
you are.  Maybe you should call Ms. Somersby and ask if she could use an
extra secretary.  You do know how to type and make coffee, don't you Tommy?
Hmmm, no Tommy won't do for a secretary, how about Tammy?  That's a more
appropriate name for a sissy, wouldn't you say, Tammy?

Tom stood before his wife's humiliating onslaught simply stunned.  In the
old days, his blood would be boiling and someone would be paying physically
for this, though he would never harm a woman.  No, in the old days, he
would have gone down to some biker bar and and pretty much leveled the
place.  But these days, there was no fight in him, and her words just
caused him to blush in shame.

"I asked you a question, Tammy, don't you think that Tammy is a more
appropriate name for a sissy like you?"  Tom just nodded, but Eileen would
have none of that.  "I want to hear you say it, sissy, what is your new
name?"  "Tttammy" came Tom's stuttered reply, his head bowed and tears
trickling down his cheeks.  "That's better, sissy, it's about time you
stopped pretending to be a man and admitted what you really are, a tiny
dicked little sissy girl.  Now take off those sweat pants and sweat shirt,
little sissies don't get to wear men's clothes!"

Tom trembled as he pulled the sweat pants and shirt off his body and stood
naked before his beautiful, but suddenly demanding wife.  "Now tell me,
Tammy, what do little sissies wear to cover their privates?"  "Underwear, I
guess," mumbled Tom.  "No, that's not right," corrected Eileen, "men and
women wear underwear, but sissies wear something else.  Now, I want you to
tell me what sissies wear, Tammy, and I don't want anymore mumbling!"

Tom turned a deep shade of red, "panties is what sissies wear to cover
their privates," he said in as clear a voice as he could manage.  "Very
good, Tammy, that's right, little sissies wear frilly panties to cover
their tiny sissy cocks.  Would little Tammy like some nice panties of her
own to wear, so she can cover up her tiny thing?"

Tom didn't know what to say, why was his wife treating him like this?  Why
was she now asking if he wanted some panties to wear, what the hell was
happening to him?  A few months ago, he would have thought this was all a
joke, and they would have had a good roll in the hay, especially looking
like she did tonight.  But now, he couldn't muster the courage to look his
wife in the eyes, or move his hands from in front of his cock, which seemed
to be almost pulling inside of himself, like a frightened turtle.

"Well, Tammy, do you want some panties or are you going to stand there
covering yourself all night?" Eileen demanded.  "I guess some panties would
be okay, Eileen," Tom answered, not quite believing it was his own voice he
was hearing.  "No, Tammy, that is not how a sissy asks for things, and that
is not how a sissy addresses her superiors.  Now, you can start by getting
on your knees with your head bowed."" Eileen waited until Tom had complied
with her command.

"Now, when a sissy asks for anything, she must always remember to say
pretty please, and she must sound very sincere.  Also, when you address me
from now on Tammy, I expect you to call me Miss Eileen, is that
understood?"  "Yes, Miss Eileen, I understand you, but, I don't understand
why you want me to address you as Miss, when the proper title for a married
woman is Mrs."

Eileen walked over to wear Tom was kneeling and put her warm hands on his
cheeks, lifting his face to meet hers.  "For nineteen years I have been so
proud to be known as Mrs. Tom Sullivan, and one day I hope to be known as
that again.  But my husband Tom has left me, at least in spirit, and I will
not besmirch his memory by pretending to be married to a sissy girl named
Tammy.  Is that clear enough for you, sissy, or should I get out my
hairbrush to drive home the point?"  "No, Miss Eileen, I understand you
perfectly."

"Very well, Tammy, now, I believe there was something you wished to ask
me?"  "Yes, Miss Eileen, may I pretty please borrow a pair of panties to
wear?"  Tom cringed as he finished his request, hoping he had asked in the
proper manner, and disgusted with his inability to stand up for himself.

Eileen patted Tom on the head.  "That's a good polite little sissy.  Yes,
of course you may borrow some panties, Tammy, I think I have some nice
frilly ones in the back of my lingerie drawer that I keep for special
occasions, and what could be more special than my little sissy's first pair
of panties!"  Eileen then went to her dresser and began rummaging through
her drawers, pulling out several pairs of lacy panties, along with some
matching bras and garter belts, and a few pairs of stockings.  Tom just
kept his head bowed shamefully as Eileen would occasionally hold up a bra,
or a pair of panties and giggle as she waived them in Tom's direction.

Returning to the bed, Eileen laid her selections neatly and then clapped
her hands loudly.  "Okay, Tammy, stand up and come over here.  I thought
since this will be the first time you have officially dressed as the sissy
we both know you really are, I would let you decide what you will wear.
Here you can see there is a nice pink bra and panty set with matching
garter belt and even pink stockings; and here is a black merrywidow, with
black seamed stocking and a thong bikini, verrrrrry sexy; finally, here is
a yellow baby doll nightie, with white ruffles on the bottoms of the
panties.  No stockings to match, but, then it is almost bed time anyway, at
least for little sissies like you."

Tom looked over the feminine attire, and finally selected the yellow baby
dolls.  He didn't know why, he just somehow felt they were the most
appropriate for him.  Eileen concurred with his selection, and did not mind
telling him why.  "Yes, Tammy, I knew you would go for the baby dolls.  The
other clothing would be something a real woman would want to wear, but,
only a true sissy would pick a baby doll nightie with ruffled panties, like
a little girl would wear to a slumber party.  Say, that's an idea, let's
have a slumber party!  Oooh, I haven't had one of those since I was a
teenager.  It will be such fun, we can do each other's nails and hair!  Too
bad yours is still a little too boyish, but, I think I have something that
can fix that.  Here, let's get you into your nightie and I'll go get some
pretty hair clips that will help your hair look pretty, okay, Tammy?"

Tom raised his arms and Eileen floated the frilly yellow nightie over his
head, making sure his arms went through the thing straps and then pulled
the nightie down over his chest.  The hem of the nightie stopped right at
his cock, leaving it temporarily exposed.  Eileen then picked up the
panties and held the waistband open for Tom to step in.  "Come on, Tammy,
don't be shy, let's get that ugly little thing covered up."  Tom
reluctantly placed one leg and then the other through the waist and the
elastisized leg openings, and Eileen then reached down and pushed his puny
cock head between his legs before pulling the panties up tightly to hold it
there.  When Tom looked down, it looked like he had a vagina, instead of a
cock.

Eileen went into the bathroom and returned with two matching hairclips, in
the shape of yellow bows.  She then took a comb and parted Tom's hair down
the middle, then uses the clips to hold the hair to either side.  Next she
took some blush and brushed Tom's cheeks to a pinkish glow, and then she
made him purse his lips as she applied a bright red lipstick.  "There, now
you look like just the perfect little sissy, Tammy, why don't we go potty
and then go to bed.  I think I can find a use for that pretty little mouth
of yours, even if I can't for that little thing in your panties."

Eileen led Tom by the hand to the bathroom and then made sure that he
pulled down his panties and sat down to pee.  After he was done, she had
him wipe his little thing with tissue, as well as his bottom.  Then, just
to be on the safe side, she pulled out a Stayfree Maxipad from under the
sink and undid the pink wrapper.  She handed the maxipad to Tom.  "Pull off
the cover on the adhesive strip, Tammy, and then press the pad into the
crotch of your panties.  That way, we won't have any unsightly spots on
your pretty panties."  Tom did as instructed and pulled the panties up, now
feeling the pad rubbing against his tucked in cock.

When Eileen and Tom returned to their bed, Eileen began kissing him
passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth.  She ground her groin into
his, her breathing quickening, she reached under his nightie and groped at
his nipples.  She worked her way down his body, licking and sucking on his
small nipples, until they hardened to little nubs.  Then she continued down
to his panties, and began rubbing her face against the maxipad, feeling his
cock swelling underneath.  Then she roughly turned him over onto his
stomach and got off the bed.  He could not see what she was doing, but
could hear drawers being opened, and buckles being fastened.

"Okay, sissy, it's time for you to find out what being a girl is all about,
" Eileen whispered.  "Lift that pretty bottom of yours baby, and I'll try
to be gentle."  Tom lifted his bottom up, as he felt Eileen pulling down
his panties, exposing his virgin ass, while leaving the front of the
panties covering his cock.  Then Tom could feel something cold in his
bottom, as Eileen pushed a big glob of ky jelly into him.  Then she waited
for a bit, letting the expectation build for Tom.  "Here comes my nice big
cock, Tammy, much bigger than that poor excuse you have been trying to pass
off as one for all these years."  In truth, Eileen had selected a small and
thin dildo, not wanting to hurt Tom.  It wasn't the pain she was seeking,
it was his total humiliation.

Eileen pressed the tip of the dildo against Tom's sphincter, which,
naturally was tightly constricted.  "Come on, Tammy, open wide and get
fucked like the sissy you are...come on, beg me to fuck you...now...let me
hear you beg, like I taught you earlier."

The last thing Tom wanted was to have his ass fucked by his wife, but, his
fear of losing her like he had seemingly lost everything else recently made
her wishes impossible for him to resist.  "Pretty please, Miss Eileen, will
you fuck me in my sissy bottom?"  The words had barely passed his lips,
when Eileen rammed her dildo past his sphincter muscles and deep into his
ass.  "Very good sissy, if it's a fucking you want, it's a fucking you will
get!"  And, Eileen pushed her dildo in and out of him, faster and faster,
the base of the dildo rubbing just right against her clitoris, causing her
to get more excited with each thrust.  Suprisingly to Tom, he found that he
too was getting excited.  The dildo was not really hurting him, and his
wife was clearly getting near orgasm.  He found himself panting like a
girl, his cock now rubbing against the maxipad, and when he felt Eileen's
body start to spasm from orgasm, his cock followed suit, squirting over and
over again into the maxipad.  They laid there, Eileen on top of Tom,
panting and sweating for several minutes.  Until Eileen finally pulled her
dildo out of Tom's bottom, rolled off him, pulled his panties back up and
patted his sissy bottom.

"You sure you haven't done this before, Tammy, you seemed to have enjoyed
that as much as I did."  Tom blushed because Eileen had spoken the truth,
he did enjoy it, and now he was really confused.  "Tell you what sissy, why
don't you get down between my legs and taste a real woman, and while you
are down there, give some thought about the rest of our lives.  I'll give
you a choice, you can continue to live with me as my sissy, Tammy, in which
case I'll be getting you some maid's uniforms, and you'll be moving into
your own room, so I can fuck a real man without disturbing your beauty
sleep.  Or, you can wake up tomorrow, as the man I married, and go out and
kick the shit out of that bitch Sommersby and Andrews Electronics.  Go out
and fuck them, and then come back and fuck me, like I know you can!  Let me
know in the morning what you decide, in the meantime I want you to lick me
until I can't take it anymore."

Tom tongued his wife's wet vagina tenderly to several orgasms.  As she was
about to nod off, he asked, "Ms. Eileen, may I pretty please change my
maxipad, it's all sticky and yucky."  Eileen just laughed, "fraid not
sissy, I sleep like that at least four nights every month.  Get used to
it."

Tom did not sleep much that night...