New Book: The Disastrous Bet, or How I became a Woman against my Will

Heavily in debt after an unwise weekend binge in Las Vegas, Chad and Marianne Brown accept an impulsive bet from a mysterious businessman. One hand of blackjack: if Chad wins, the businessman will give the couple the $25,000 they need to resume their lives. If he loses, they still get the money – in the form of a loan. The catch is that Chad must agree to a process of feminization – one change every week for a year

One Man’s Story of Forced Feminization, Humiliation, Denial and Cuckoldry. And revenge.

Heavily in debt after an unwise weekend binge in Las Vegas, Chad and Marianne Brown accept an impulsive bet from a mysterious businessman. One hand of blackjack: if Chad wins, the businessman will give the couple the $25,000 they need to resume their lives.

If he loses, they still get the money – in the form of a loan. The catch is that Chad must agree to a process of feminization – one change every week for a year or until the money is repaid, with ten percent interest per month – or their home reverts to the businessman.

After Chad loses, it begins simply enough, but as his body gradually changes, and his clothes get more and more feminine he starts to have doubts. When he feels his inner desires changing too, it gets alarming. Meanwhile, Marianne has found a better job and is paying off all their other debts and insists that they must continue through with the deal as agreed so they can live the good life Chad always promised her.

After unknowingly being subjected to hormone treatment part of the way through the year, Chad is rendered impotent. He is distressed, and Marianne’s cheerful “adjustments” to everything that happens, and her apparent passion for the man who made the bet with Chad and now holds the reins, make him more doubtful than ever. Their bedroom behavior also leave him feeling more degraded and less of a man than ever.

Chad is inexorably becoming “Jennifer,” and as everyone is starting to treat him like a woman, his old self feels like a distant memory. Marianne, though, has never had so much fun, and when she develops a relationship with the man who is feminizing Chad, Chad begins to wonder whether he’ll ever be back to himself, and whether Marianne wants him back the way he was. He even starts wondering whether the game he lost was completely honest.

And then there comes a moment of truth that changes everything.

This is Chad’s story, told through the words of his journal, with a preface by Jennifer.

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Getting Hubby Ready for More

I’ve enjoyed getting hubby ready for dates – as my new girlfriend. #feminization, #forced-fem

Feminizing Hubby

As I have alluded to already, Alex wasn’t a completely good boy for me during the time I was sick, and this gave me an excuse to try something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now. It’s all this writing about forced feminization! I guess lots of the things we’ve done might count as that, considering all the ways I have him “help” me – from getting dressed for dates to, umm, “entertaining” them. I do love to get him to help me pick out my clothes (especially the lingerie) we both know will be used to seduce other men. Before I got sick, I’d even taken to having him help me with hair-care (shaving), and having him give me manis and pedis before the dates, too.

But I’ve thought it might be nice having him accompany me a little more often on dates or pickups. Of course, if people thought he was a guy it might cause hesitation with guys not into that, so I’ve been playing with the thought: what if he went with me as a girlfriend? Would that be fun?

He’s never been into cross-dressing. Sure, I have often made him wear panties or stockings when I went on dates – or when I brought them home – but that was mostly to make the other guys feel more comfortable, you know? Or to remind Alex what was happening after I’d left. Last night I thought we might try something a little more fundamental.

“Come here, Alex,” I said.

We Reach an Agreement

He came over, and I gestured in a way he understood. He pulled his pants down to show me his cage.

I gestured a little further, and everything came off. He’s well-trained by now, even if he isn’t above taking advantage of a situation from time to time. When he was standing in front of me with nothing on but the cage, I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a g-string and handed it to him. He put it on without complaint.

Next came the bra which I ordered a month or two ago. It’s big enough to fit around him and has nice inserts, too. I put that on him, and he began to look at me with a question in his eye. As is usually the case, I wanted to see how far he would let me go before actually resisting. It amazes me how far he does, and on went the bra without complaint. Next came the blouse and skirt and more alarmed looks, but he obediently stepped into the skirt even though he was somewhat reluctant.

Feminization is Easy!

This stuff is easy! I created a whole elaborate set-up to get Peter to do this in It’s a Woman’s World, and here was Alex just quietly going along with everything I did without a struggle at all! Of course, we’ve had our struggles in the past, so he knows that resistance is futile.

He did resist a little bit when he saw me get out my cosmetics. Or he kind of pulled back, anyway, so I began talking to him. “You took advantage of my illness in several ways, didn’t you, Alex?” I asked as I pulled him closer and began applying the foundation to his face. I think that was the moment of truth right then. If he’d pulled back again and said he didn’t want it before I got the foundation on him it would probably have ended right there – but that’s the way it always is, isn’t it, guys? You can’t decide you don’t want it in time to resist, so we just get our way.

He stammered a little bit about whether he’d done anything wrong while I was sick as I put the foundation on him, and then he began to argue that the little things he’d done didn’t justify serious punishment. It isn’t like I’d gotten out the riding crop! So we argued as I put the makeup on him. I let him say whatever he wanted to say as I tweezed his brows and put the mascara on him, then shushed him as I put on the lipstick. He was ready by the time we’d finished the argument! I wouldn’t say he was exactly ravishing, but he’d do for where we were going, and with the wig on he looked very feminine. No one would recognize him or mistake him for a man in the light we’d be in. That was the important thing.

It was a nice night at the club, and I think Alex made several new friends who will be looking for him next time we go!

Pegging and Sissygasms

Pegging and sissygasms – a fun game for d/s or even vanilla couples. Give your guy a sissygasm

Pegging is, like Hulking, another of those activities that can be fun in either vanilla or domination/submission sex. Or maybe I should say that it’s fun even if you do not typically dominate your male partner.

So what, exactly, is “pegging?” It’s using a strap-on dildo on a harness to give your guy anal sex. The strap-on functions as a surrogate cock. As a woman, you might think you should keep the dildo small, but my experience is that a lot of men prefer them bigger, both for visual and physical effect. My favorite one is about seven inches long and normal human width. After all, the hole it is invading can handle the size, and it only takes being gentle for a few minutes until everything is adjusted.

What really makes pegging work is that the dildo either rubs – or if you use the vibrator function – vibrates, the prostate. This seems to be connected to all the sexual pleasure nerve endings. If you stimulate it enough you can, even without ever touching the penis and without its getting hard, trigger an orgasm. He can be as soft as a bunny! And women, a “soft-cock ejaculation” is fascinating to behold, although most guys who are not dominated will not want this.

I like to call an orgasm where you never touch the penis a “sissygasm,” since a guy experiencing it takes his pleasure completely passively and orgasms from penetration. However, if you’re not in a d/s relationship, it might be a bad idea to tell your guy you just gave him a sissygasm!

Guys can be so touchy!

If you give your guy a sissygasm, you have a couple of choices. To an extent, it’s going to be a ruined orgasm no matter what, since he’ll feel the lack of penis-stimulation eventually. But if you leave the dildo in there for very long after the orgasm starts, you will give him much of the satisfaction of a real-man’s orgasm, and this means that his blood pressure will drop, and he’ll feel satisfied at least for quite a while. This will have an immediate impact on his willingness to serve or continue. With that in mind, you will sometimes probably want to do just as you would in ruining any other orgasm – stop! Pull the thing out and turn it off just as soon as you think he’s about to come. If you do that, you’ll have him eating out of the palm of your hand – eating anything you want to give him to eat, which in my case is always whatever cum he does manage to spew. It’s just a principle.

But if you aren’t into d/s, you will want to handle the thing like a normal handjob, and when he comes you’ll do just as you normally do – either squeeze him out or suck him dry while still letting the dildo vibrate. That will give him an extra powerful orgasm.

I think that pegging is, from a woman’s point of view, always a domination experience. You’ll be controlling him, poking and prodding him to your heart’s content, using the dildo as an extension of yourself to deliver whatever pleasure you desire and can deliver. You can use the vibrator and set it so that it delivers vibrations to you, which can be nice, but in a way that’s just a distraction if you plan to make him come. What really makes the experience work for a woman is the feeling of being in charge. It’s a rush, and while it may not bring an orgasm, in a way there’s nothing sexier feeling than power.

If you’re a guy, you can find sissygasms addictive. My husband says that after I did it to him a few times he started fantasizing about being pegged as much as about being allowed out of the cage. Or even more. It wasn’t long before I had him doing all sorts of things he’d always sworn he’d never do!

It’s a Woman’s World, Part 3

Peter’s been slaving hand and foot for Christine, but now she’s gotten tired of him “lazing around” and sent him back to work at AWWI. Time for Peter to get more education.

It’s a Woman’s World, Part 3, “Back to Work” is now out. In this episode, Peter, who has been slaving hand and foot for  Christine is sent back to AWWI because she is tired of him “lazing around.”

It’s time for him to get more education and to put some of what he’s learned to work. It’s a horrible case of forced-feminization and diabolical cruelty and manipulation as the story of Peter and Christine takes yet more twists and turns. In this episode, you start to see that A Woman’s World, Inc., is larger than it seemed, with plans to get even bigger. For some reason, Peter is a big part of its plans.

This is a story of forced feminization and involves a lot of really mean stuff!

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It’s A Woman’s World Pt. 3

What I really like about forced feminization stories is that they are so Kafkaesque. You presuppose a sweeping conspiracy where nobody has a conscience. They say crazy things, but since they all back each other up, the person in the middle comes to doubt himself and doesn’t know what to believe. It DOES happen in real life

Almost Done!

Just a brief announcement today to people who are waiting… I have almost finished writing It’s a Woman’s World, Part 3. In this part, some of the secrets behind the fiendish world of It’s a Woman’s World start getting revealed.

As I explained recently to a friend, what I really like about forced feminization stories is that they are so Kafkaesque. You presuppose a sweeping conspiracy where nobody has a conscience. They say crazy things, but since they all back each other up, the person in the middle comes to doubt himself and doesn’t know what to believe.

It is believable, and things like this can and do happen, because we are such social animals. Again I say that It’s a Woman’s World is fiction – completely made up – but do I think there are or could be organizations at work in the world just like it? I’m convinced there are. I hope, therefore, that as kinky and weird as this story is, you will take it as a serious exploration of the human psyche. I think you’ll love it.

A Call to Kink

I’m a live and let live kind of girl. BDSM sex is normal behavior and can give you more pleasure than vanilla sex. You should try it.

I am a believer in, “to each his or her own.” If it isn’t hurting someone else or creating bad things in the world that will hurt someone else, and people like doing it, then why not cheer it on? There are so many things going on in the world, and so many possibilities that one can, or might, explore, that it is almost impossible to decide what is really normal or healthy behavior. It’s a waste of time trying to do that, and a waste of life to hold yourself back from exploring.

Readers of my blog or writing know that I frequent some of those worlds of possibility. One of those is the “Woman’s World.” I also spend a lot of time in the world of cuckolding.

On the surface, I know, it seems that the worlds I create with my writing are hurting people, and there is a nefarious plot behind the It’s a Woman’s World series. It might be hard for the button-down crowd to see It’s a Woman’s World as serious literature that happens to involve a lot of kinky d/s (domination/submission) sex as a serious piece of literature, but it is one. I call it erotica, but it might also be considered a very dark psychological thriller.

But I digress.

My point is that for the most part the characters in my stories are making free choices. Some are happier than others, maybe, but these choices are almost all (at least) within the reaches of normal behavior. Every woman must at some time have fantasized about making love to someone else in front of the fascinated gaze of someone whose intense desire she wanted to stir. We all think that having people mad with desire for us, while we pick and choose whom, if anybody, we wish to please, is erotically stimulating. And almost every – if not actually every – man has at times fantasized about seeing his woman with another man. It’s wired into us.

Either as a pleasure or as punishment. And the weird thing, as we all know, is that there is a place where erotic pleasure and pain seem to merge. BDSM fantasies are one such area, and for many men that means the cuckold fantasy. Feminization is a step further out there, with “forced” being implied as a sort of permission. Isn’t that what submission is all about anyway? Permission to do what taboo forbids.

There is a chemical reason for this. Everyone has heard of endorphins, the pleasure-giving substance that our bodies create at times. Well, our bodies create it in response to weird things (like the smell of vanilla, for example), sexual pleasure, and pain. It appears that our bodies counteract painful situations by releasing pleasure-giving endorphins. That creates the paradoxical effect of pain giving sexual pleasure, and when that pain and its accompanying endorphins are combined with other sexual stimuli that are physically pleasurable, the pleasure can be significantly greater than the pleasure given in straight, non-kinky sex.

And that is why, I am convinced, so many people who taste d/s sex never fully lose the taste for it in the future. In a way, that makes my stories and those like them, dangerous. But no one ever needs to do anything they don’t want to do. Freedom is dangerous, in a way, but it’s what life is all about, too.

Enjoy yourselves. Let yourselves experience things on the fringe. Don’t hurt yourselves or other people, but check out another world. You might find an incredible amount of pleasure and satisfaction if you do. Spread the word!

Excerpt from A Woman’s World Part 3

This is an excerpt from A Woman’s World, Part 3. Not intended for under 21.

This excerpt is intended for adult audiences.

I am working on A Woman’s World, Part 3, and this part is at least close to being ready. Always happy for comments!


1 – Back to Work

Peter sat in his car in the parking lot at A Woman’s World, Inc. He had mostly wanted to come back – anything to escape the drudgery of the housework he’d been doing at home for the past month. But he had mixed feelings about the staff and mission of A Woman’s World, Inc., and he feared what they might do to him.

The last month had been long, but it had been preceded by an even longer three weeks of “initial training,” as he and Christine had come to describe it, at AWWI. During that time he’d gone from a normal, distinctly masculine guy in search of a regular job in marketing, to a completely feminized servant to his wife. He’d gone from relative comfort and security at home to being subjected to arbitrary pain and punishment. The chastity cage that had been his nearly permanent companion and jailer for the entire journey was on him now. It was made of some type of alloy that could not be removed in any way he could discover, short of simply removing his penis. He had considered that option quite a bit in the early days of his training, but it had faded in importance over time.

He supposed the hormone treatment was largely responsible for that. Immediately after beginning work at AWWI he’d been encouraged to take special “vitamins,” and during his training he had also submitted to regular injections. He’d been told they were all to regulate and improve his health, but he’d observed the rapid onset of female sexual characteristics. His breasts had become quite impressive – enough so that Christine no longer continued to suggest augmentation and the plastic inserts in his bra were a thing of the past. His penis, on the other hand, had been strangely silent.

When the cage had been put on, Peter had felt palpably stymied by it almost constantly as his penis sought to become erect from the numerous temptations and other events that happen during a normal day. He’d learned that his penis grew and shrunk during the day almost outside of his conscious thought – or would have, if he hadn’t been caged. The cage stopped most of the swelling, and now anything that would have caused it caused sexual frustration instead. At first, that had meant he’d been horny and frustrated constantly. Lately there had just been nothing. Perhaps it was the hormones.

His balls had shrunken a little bit. His sexual desire for escape from the cage had shrunken with them.

He’d spent the month following his disastrous initiation into AWWI by doing housework all day, every day, at home. From the time Christine left for her prestigious job until she returned at night, he cleaned house. When she got home, he made her supper, tended her bath and in general served her as well as possible until it was time for bed. Then he served her yet again in whatever way she wished – usually this was orally, but occasionally she had other requirements. Then he submitted to her energetic pegging for as long as she chose to do so.

Sometimes, with reason or without, Christine liked to pull out her paddle and make Peter submit to paddling which left him sore for hours and tender for days after that. She usually had some disciplinary pretext for the paddling, if she bothered to give one at all, but sometimes she said it was for “general purposes” or to “help him.”

Even though it was sometimes painful and always, he supposed, humiliating, the pegging was a high point of the day for Peter. It never failed to drive him to the brink of orgasm almost instantaneously and keep him there for an extended time. And it often resulted in a sort of quasi-orgasm which gave an instant of aching pleasure and contentment followed by a crushing return of the hunger for satisfaction. He was thoroughly addicted to that strange mixture of feelings and thought of it constantly when Christine wasn’t at home.

It had been a tough time for Peter, all things considered.

At least his relationship with Christine had grown stronger, he consoled himself. They’d spent a great deal of time together through it all, as Peter had begun to accept his new role. This togetherness often had a painful side, as Christine had taken to squeezing his balls on almost any provocation – and also just for fun. She also had found them a convenient handle, although this had been changed a little bit after the nose-ring had been put in. Now she sometimes used that instead.

Peter would have been able to stop her from using the nose-ring, but it seemed he could never remember that it was there in time to stop her before she grabbed and pulled. Of course it was perhaps better than being pulled by the balls, but it could be embarrassing when she did it in public. He’d heard whispers when they’d been out a few times, but of course he hadn’t been able to look around and see who had been doing it – a man led by a nose-ring can’t look around or hesitate at all. He’d just had to follow along and hope for the best.

2 Escaping the Routine

They had reached a new routine of deadly drudgery for Peter during that following month, and then Christine had announced that it was time for him to resume his work at AWWI.

“I don’t want to support you while you just sit around doing practically nothing like a great big slug!” she’d explained, although she knew very well that the list of tasks she left him every day filled his day with work. She knew he never just “sat around” at all. And she knew that when she returned from her job, he had to put on his skirt and heels and all the rest so that he could attend her in full French maid garb.

He knew better than to dispute her, but found it impossible to resist the urge to respond to such an absurd and unjust claim.

“I don’t sit around here all day! You give me a list of things to do every day that takes me all day, and then when you get home I spend the evening taking care of you!” he’d said heatedly.

“You’re so damn lazy!” she said. “No doubt you’re watching television or listening to music as you putz around. And do you even thank me for taking care of you?!”

She was getting angry, so Peter had tried to assuage her, saying he knew she worked hard, and he was grateful, but that he also spent the day working at the things she’d given him to do.

She hadn’t bothered to respond logically, simply grabbed his balls and twisted, bringing him to his knees instantly in agony – and she had held on.

“I think it’s time we had a little conversation,” she said, keeping firm pressure on him. “But I think we could do it better upstairs, don’t you agree?”

Of course he’d agreed – anything to stop the pain. Then she’d charged up the stairs, leaving him to follow as quickly as he could or instantly suffer the consequences, as she never relinquished her grip on his aching balls.

When they got into the bedroom, Christine shoved Peter into bed on his belly, finally releasing his balls, but holding his head firmly down on the bed. He knew not to resist as she quickly put on her harness. Then…

“Omigod!” he gasped as he felt the monster at his back door. It was huge, but she wouldn’t let him turn around to see what she was doing as she slid the dildo into his anus. He was sure it was at least twice the size of the dildo she usually used. He whimpered as she slowly worked it into him, and then gasped as she pulled it back and slammed it back into him. Then again she pulled back, and again she thrust it deeply home.

Despite the pain Peter almost came from the anal intrusion. It seemed that the least thing down there put him on the edge of orgasm these days – even using the bathroom made him drip precum. Then he felt the familiar buzzing deep in his essence as the dildo began vibrating. His cock, which had already begun to respond to the thrusting itself, quickly began oozing come as he neared the odd sort of orgasm he got from her penetration.

Christine was not concerned with his feelings for the time being, however. She thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew as it suited her, playing with the pressure of the vibrator on her sensitive parts, and by the time she’d had her three orgasms and shut off the vibrator, Peter still tingled madly, but he hadn’t come yet. His whole body felt invaded by the massive dong, and his anus itself felt stretched to its capacity, yet he was weak with desire for more.

“I said, I think it’s time for you to go back to A Woman’s World and get back to work, Peter,” said Christine.

“Yes, Mistress!” he gasped. “Whatever you say is correct!” He’d learned the litany of responses through painful repetition at her hands in earlier lessons.

“I’m not happy when you contradict or dispute me,” she said, pulling back the dildo and thrusting it home again.

Despite the pain, Peter felt himself nearing orgasm.

“I’ll never do it again!” he said.

“Oh, I’ve heard you say that before,” she said, pulling back and thrusting into him again.

He was going to burst. He was either going to split in half from the agony of the intrusion or explode in an orgasm if she kept doing it.

“I think I need to think of something more memorable so you don’t forget yourself again,” she mused, switching on the vibrator again and thrusting in and out again and again.

Peter was going to come. He felt it nearing, nearing, his penis curled and puny in its cage felt enormous in the final moment as he gathered all the muscles in his body for the climax, when suddenly, at the very instant of ejaculation, Christine pulled out, and something happened. Did she hit him in the balls with a sledge hammer? Did she hit him in the head? Did she set his balls on fire? Peter wasn’t sure – it felt like all of those things combined with the strongest orgasm he’d ever felt.

“Ahhh!”  he cried out, whether in agony or ecstasy he couldn’t have said, and, as she had finally taken her hand off his head so he could turn around, he did so in time to see her pulling back what looked like a wand or billy club. She waved it towards his genitals, and he instinctively reached for it, but then pulled back in agony as she activated it and delivered another jolt of electricity.

“I thought this electric prod might help you remember to obey me a little better,” she said, waving the wand in the air.

“I’ll never forget again, Mistress!” he’d exclaimed in panic, and she’d put the wand away with a satisfied smirk.

“Clean up yourself,” she said. “You’ve come all over the bed and you’re still leaking all over the place. Tomorrow you will dress for work in the appropriate fashion and be there by eight-thirty.”