You asked me to write to you to tell you how I developed the present
relationship with my husband. Well it was a struggle at first, believe me. The
first three years that I was married my husband had a tendency to put me down
and often humiliate me in front of my friends. Now the shoe is literally on the
other foot. So let me explain I was at a friend's house having coffee one
morning and I was complaining about how my husband was treating me. Her husband
always seemed so nice and attentive to all her needs. I asked her how she was
able to maintain the upper hand in their relationship. My friend told me that
she had just the thing for me, and she gave me a couple of pills. When I asked
what they were, she revealed to me that she had obtained them from her boss
through a federal government task force. It was a drug which had been developed
to make a person very submissive and docile. They were going to be used in a war
situation, however due to some new non-drug agreements they w ere to be
destroyed. She had high enough clearance to be the one to destroy them in an
incinerator. She had destroyed some as he instructed but was able to retain
several thousand of them for herself and, as in this case, her needy
girlfriends. I wondered why her husband was always so accommodating to her. She
also gave me an opportunity to read some of the stories she had collected on a
BBS about how to train and humiliate husbands. One of the best ways apparently
was to strip an arrogant husband of his macho personality by inducing him into
female clothing. After reading a few letters I knew what I had to do for my
husband. He definitely needed some transvestite indoctrination. AT first I
thought it would be very difficult to transform my macho male into my sniffling
TV, but actually it was pretty simple. Pamela's husband was going to be out of
town for a few weeks so we planned to invite a few of our girlfriends over - one
of whom would be my husband. He would be told it was going to be a turn-about
party where everyone changed roles for one night. I knew he'd go along with it
because he really liked costume parties. What he didn't know was that it would
be his "humiliation party" that was coming up Saturday Sight. On Saturday I had
everything laid out for him. By mixing one of the pills in his evening cocktail
it was fairly easy to convinced him to shave all the excess hair, even under his
arms. I helped him tape his dick back and when he put on the pink panties I had
laid out for him he could have passed for a girl. Next he put a matching pink
lace bra on. Now came a critical point, I suggested curling his hair. After a
moment's hesitation he sat at my dressing table and I did his hair and then put
his makeup on. If I hadn't known who he was he certainly would have fooled me. I
looked in my closet as if looking for a suitable dress. Actually I had already
picked one out, it was an old mini-dress, somewhat out of style, but on him it
completed the look I wanted. Since he was about two inches taller than me, the
dress really became a micro-mini on him - and barely covered him, coming only
about two and a half inches below his panty line. I had already dressed, wearing
a slack outfit with tie. I suggested that we leave. It was about fifteen minutes
too early, but I had a few other plans for him first. As we went out to the car
I knew his outfit really needed a slip as it was rather transparent and it was
quite apparent that he had only bra and panties on underneath it. I insisted on
driving and on the way to Pamela's I pulled into a gas station. He wanted to
know why because he had put gas in the car earlier, but I said it sounded like
there was a funny noise in the motor and I wanted to check on it. Anyway, I
said, "I'm the man tonight and I make the decisions." Actually I had checked out
this station before and I knew there were always a number of young fellows
hanging around. It would be my first chance to put my husband in his place. I
pulled up in front and got out as he sat in the car. I explained to the
attendant about the noise and he suggested putting the car up on the rack to
check underneath. But he said, "You can't stay in the car while it's up there. I
walked over to the passenger side and my husband looked out at me. In a rather
loud voice I said, "Got to get out Roberta, they want to check underneath." By
calling him Roberta in front of the teenagers, I knew he had to go along with
the deception. When he got out he nervously pulled a t the hem of his skirt. I
smiled at his discomfort. I took his arm and walked him into the front of the
station right into the last of the sunlight. I knew with his dress on he might
as well have been standing there in only his bra and panties. I whispered to
him, "It's not so easy to be an attractive pussy, is it dear? Look how they are
looking at you. Isn't it nice to be so attractive?" He just glared at me. "Might
as well get used to it honey, this is just the beginning." Little did he know.
As we left the station I asked the boy how late he was open, and he told me
until one in the morning. I told him that I might be back later if my little
mechanical problem persisted! About five minutes later we arrived at Pamela's an
d went up to the front door. This was it! Ten minutes from now my husband would
be shackled to female attire discipline forever. Pamela answered the door, "Hi
Pat-wow! Who's your friend?" "This is Roberta, Pamela." My husband looked at me
with a funny look on his face. Pamela had us come in the kitchen first where she
gave him another drink loaded with the drugs she had given to me earlier.
"Roberta" drank her drink rather quickly and I could tell how much it was
beginning to effect him as he was being more and more salacious to Pamela and
me. Finally, I said, "Well it's about time we get this show on the road!" Pamela
agreed and We went into the living room and there were my other friends, Teresa,
Sally and Karen. All had broad smiles on their faces. My husband looked at me
and asked, "Where are their husbands?" "They aren't coming," I answered, "this
is your coming-out party." He was almost in shock, "What do you mean?" He had
begun to realize that something was up. He actually had a tear in his eye which
was the first really visible indicator that the pills were really doing their
job on him! I figured he was ready for the next step and so I told him that
while it's true that none of the other husbands were here, it was also true what
I had said about this being a turn-around party and that "from now on you'll be
the weak spouse taking the orders and humiliation that I give to you rather than
the other way around!" I took him by the arm and pulled him into the center of
the living room. "Girls, listen to me." They gathered around us. "My husband and
I have made a decision that he doesn't want to humiliate or embarrass me any
more. He has decided that it is much better to take a role in life from now on
befitting his station. Since he wants to be in a position to be put down like he
has done to women in the past, he feels it important to dress the complete role
as I shall now show you." I said, "Put your hands over your head honey." He
shook his head no. This was the acid test and I knew I had to act boldly. I
slapped his face, bringing tears to his eyes (rather than the rage that would
have normally taken place by such an action on my part.) "Do as I say!" with out
further hesitation, I took his right arm and pulled it high. "Sally," I said,
"hold that." Then I did the same to his left, giving it to Karen. He was a sight
standing there with both arms up, and all the fight was gone out of him. "Now,
as I was saying girls, I am now going to show you how strongly my husband feels
about his new role." With that I reached down and grasped the hem of his skirt
and yanked it over his head and off. "Ladies, I give you the new Roberta dressed
in her new role as she should be. " The girls began to clap their hands as my
husband stood there dressed only in the matching pink panties and bra, tears
streaming down his face. The girls circled him, chanting Roberta! Roberta! as
they patted his panty-clad ass. The pills must have been a full strength by then
as all my husband, Bob (whoops I mean, Roberta) did was take their taunting
without so much as moving a muscle. We made him keep his dress off and then we
had Roberta serve us all party favors, which she/he did so very meekly asking
each of us if we'd had enough. When we were ready to leave he washed and stacked
all the dirty dishes for Pamela. I knew that my goal had been reached, but I
wanted one more humiliation before the night would be complete. "Roberta, put
your dress back on we have one more stop to make. " I saw my husband slip back
into his dress and I smiled with satisfaction, knowing that I had won. I
explained to the girls what I intended to climax the night with and they agreed
that it was a super idea - the crushing blow. We drove back to the gas station
we had stopped at earlier. I noticed that basically the same group of fellows
were still there, and as they saw me and my car they really became interested. I
got out and talked to them, explaining that this was initiation night in our
group and we needed help. I added that one of the things we needed was to flash
Roberta in nothing but her bra and panties for five minutes to at least five
different people, and I had remembered them and thought it would be easier for
Roberta to get it over with all at one time. I asked if they'd like to help. Of
course they said yes to that idea, and we went into the back room. They sat
along the wall on the floor as I suggested, then l brought Roberta in. My
husband was practically in a state of shock. I helped him up to his feet before
I pulled his dress off, leaving him again in only his pink panties and bra. But
this time it was different as he was being seen by men for the first time. Of
course the boys enjoyed that. Later that night as we got ready for bed I gave
him a silk nightie to put on and said, "Honey, from now on these are the things
for you." Funny thing is that once I had his spirit broken, it was no longer
necessary to use the special pills, Pamela had given me. Since then, there have
been many other things I have forced him to do, but I don't want to make this
letter too long as I'm getting ready to go out this evening with my new
girlfriend Roberta and I have to help her get ready. You had asked if you could
upload this and I certainly give you permission as I definitely do want to share
my experience of husband mastering with others.
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