I love him. He loves me. We arrange sometimes for a night when he gets home and vents his mood on me or nights when he sits in front of the tv and I please him with a beer and take care of him. Or some nights when I stay in the bedroom and listen to him come home and listen to him fixing his own dinner and then come upstairs and be surprised seeing his wife/daughter/mother - whatever he wants that night, waiting for him. Some nights, weโre a married couple. Some nights heโs my owner. He leaves me money to buy whatever I think will make me sexy for him. He trusts me. Iโm a good actress. I can be school girl or mature evil mom. I can beg or command. But we both know that itโs only about what he wants. If I โm domme , itโs the black shoulder length shining shoulder length wig, if Iโm sub, itโs the blonde pigtails and gingham thigh length dress. Sometimes if heโs drunk, heโll go too far with punishment. I love it. He made me his woman wife girl whore before I left school. He brought me to his home, he bought me soft clothes, he was in the throes of obsession with me. I was handsome as a boy but hot hot hot as a girl. I have long, blonde hair but he prefers to embrace the tartinness of wigs and heavy makeup. I like it too. I can be a complete stranger to him when dressed in character. That way, he can treat me however he wants because itโs notโmeโ. Itโs just the whore/sister/neice/daughter/mother/vicious mistress/kidnap victim he wants that night. I dress him, also. Not femme, but in three piece suits, or sweaty garage dungarees or grey sweat pants with his cock bulging out as I pretend not to notice while zipping up my knee length white go go boots telling him I need to go to work at the strip club. The best is when I provoke him enough to lose control. Heโs a little too drunk. Iโm a little too sassy. I push him deliberately enough to get him mad enough to either wonder why heโs with me OR to suddenly be angry enough to tell me to shut the f up and either leave or suck him. I tell him I love him and I want to make it up to him. Some nights heโs okay with sucking. Some nights he knows what Iโm talking about and really really really gives me a night to masturbate over, albeit with a pair of red bleeding buttocks, bruised back and neck and the memory of his weight upon me. I donโt go out. I live for my man. He buys the groceries and I order the sexiest things on the internet. My life is in our house and being his. Dinner, breakfast, packed lunch. Iโm up before he rises, into the spare room where my make up and clothes are, putting my face on, choosing a suitable morning wig (loose , casualโ ponytail) and a flesh coloured basque, making my waist thin under my โcasualโ silk housecoat. He showers, dresses and comes down to his eggs and bacon. I watch him eat. He knows how much I like to cook for him.
Itโs so exciting for me to watch him appreciate it. He smiles and usually lets me know what heโs expecting to see when he gets home. If itโs not anything I have already, I make sure I have it by the time he comes home. I do, however, prefer it when he comes home as the horny working man. He likes it when I say no. We both like it when he slaps me and holds me down โagainst my willโ (lol). Currently, heโs been asking me to spit his come into a glass, before putting it in a cup in the fridge. I canโt imagine what he has in mind for me.
Jac
2025-07-25 23:05:03 +0000 UTC
Yes sis we are stepping into our identity
tina Richards
2025-06-06 15:38:29 +0000 UTC
This so so fierce as a trans woman starting her journey on HRT
tina Richards
2025-06-06 15:29:41 +0000 UTC
Nina... Thank You..
For this Wonderful Video..
I will be Listening to this Video.. Over and Over Again..
When I'm WakingDown the Street... Or at Home.. Doing Housework.. LIKE A SUBMISSIVE... HOUSEWIFE..