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Now she had him pick out a very short, manytiered skirt from the trunk, almost like a balletdancer's tu-tu. Bob was grumbling in protest as she had him fasten this bizarrely feminine article about his waist. It flared out almost horizontally for the top layer, and the space below that, down to his thighs, was filled with ruffled pleated underskirts.

Next she selected a pair of backless, highheeled black patent-leather women's shoes and had him jam his feet into them even though they were too small for his large masculine feet. He teetered precariously as he tried to walk on the spiky highheels, but Alice only laughed at his clumsiness.

Now she handed him a large lavender chiffon scarf to hold and ordered him to walk over in front of her full-length mirror. With gloating amusement in her voice she commanded, "Now turn around slowly, and posture for me. Look at yourself in the mirror to see how silly you look. See yourself from all sides. Now wave the scarf around daintily and gracefully, That's right, Roberta. My, don't you look cute and girlish. I'll bet the boys would really whistle at you in that outfit, if they could see you. Dance around and keep waving the scarf while you watch yourself. I don't know whether to cry at how clumsy you are, or laugh at how foolish you look in that silly little skirt, those high heels, and flicking that dainty little scarf around. Keep it up while we both watch."

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Bob was purple with shame, not only at her taunting laughter, but at how utterly ridiculous he knew his appearance was. Several times he nearly quit this horrible charade of penance, but then he remembered how much he had to lose by defying his wife, so he continued.

"Now do some bumps and grinds for me,' ordered Alice, smiling at his performance. "Gosh, don't you look silly. Your cock bouncing up and down under that ridiculous little skirt. And your hairy ass-cheeks wobbling when you wiggle your hips. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, to see what a big virile male stud you are."

Bob was blushing in mixed anger and shame as he watched himself in the mirror, and several times he nearly rebelled against her dominance. But then he remembered the alternatives; loss of wife, loss of job, and maybe even the loss of his life from the cuckolded Mr. Farnham. He decided to continue to obey.

When she tired of this preliminary game, Alice decided that it was time to emphasize to Bob that this slavery bit was not just a temporary deal; it was going to last at least the full month that had been agreed on.

From the trunk of transvestite-slavery items which he had assembled for this occasion, she selected two sets of steel handcuffs and had her husband put one set on each of his wrists. With him lying on his back on