The story of a male wife

The story of a male wife

 

Here I am giving my life experiences as a feminine and submissive man and the lucky story through which now I am able to leave as a proud male wife of a dominating man. I am his humble servant and life partner. Please contact me at niceboy21@sify.com with your feedbacks.

 

Chapter - 1

 

My life till I met my "husband"

 

My name is Jayadev. I am 24 year old man from India. But right from childhood, I had feminine feelings inside me. At school, my friends used to make fun of me saying that I am a beautiful girl. In spite of the humiliation, I felt a deep pleasure inside at those times. In quarrels, when my friends used to beat me up , I never attacked them back, because I loved the submissive and feminine feeling I enjoyed when being beaten up. There was a guy called Ciril who loved slapping across my face very much.

 

At college, friends used to call me "Madam". I never resisted it because I enjoyed it. I was fare, good looking and was having a feminine face. Also I was very much submissive in behavior.

 

After I graduated, when I was 22 year old, I started job hunting. And during those times, there happened the first event which brought out the feminine nature in me. I was waiting for bus in bus stop. I was seated in the waiting shed. Then a stout and tall man came and sat to the right side of me. I felt a bit less comfortable because the man sat very close to me though he had plenty of space available. Gradually he came closer and closer to me, sandwiching me to the wall. I felt a bit shy and afraid inside. I kept silent.

 

The man spoke out in a rough voice

 

"Boy, where are you going?"

I answered politely, looking down. "My home back".

"Your name?" He asked authoritatively. I replied "Jayadev" still looking down.

 

He was almost pressing me to wall sitting on my right side. The time was getting night and only a few people at the bus stop. He continued chatting with me and pressing me to wall. Slowly he raised a hand and placed it on my shoulder. And his other hand started caressing my hair. I felt like a Bollywood heroine being patted by her lover. I smiled, but I tried to move away from him. But his hold on me was firm and he forcefully kept me there.

My bus came. I suddenly stood up and tried to go. "Stop there boy", He roared.

I told him politely "This is my bus. I need to go home". And I walked away.

 

I felt a strong hand catching on my hair and dragging me back. He dragged me like a woman and made me stand before him facing him, and told "You are not going now". I was almost weeping. I saw helplessly that my bus was leaving. There was no one else in the bus stop. I looked fearfully towards my conqueror's face, like a helpless woman. He looked deep into my eyes and asked me. "You want to go?"

 

I replied politely "Yes please sir"

 

SLAAAAP....... He slapped across my face. I moaned helplessly. He slapped me again and again. "Stop this sir...please. I beg you". I moaned and begged. But his wrath continued. He continued slapping me and dragging me. In between the assault, he tore away my shirt and made me half naked. He continued slapping me. When I fell down to floor, he started kicking me all over. I placed my face at his feet and begged. "Sir, please. I do not want to go anywhere. I will obey you. Please".

 

He made me sit on my knees. At this time, I felt really like a woman, totally under his control. He unzipped his pants and made me suck his cock. I did it like an obedient whore, and instead of fear, I felt a sense of pride inside me. I told to myself "Jayadev, you are really a lucky woman to get this opportunity".

 

When He was done with me, he slapped across my face making me fall down to ground and walked away. I lied down there like a woman who has been cruelly ravished.

 

A few more months passed and I got job in a software firm. And my life started flowing smoothly once again.

 

 

(To be continued...............)