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Pegging Stu
by Beverly Langland
    My husband’s birthday surprise from me was a buxom, long-legged young blonde. I invited Karen to help us celebrate Stuart’s 35th birthday on a whim. The decision was mine alone. As my sex slave, Stuart didn’t have a vote. Not that I expected him to complain, even if I had removed his ball-gag. He is, to put it bluntly, a big sissy.
    In matters of sex, I have always preferred to remain in control. That’s why I always fell for weak men, I suppose. Submissive men, like Stu. I made the terms of our marriage clear before I accepted Stuart’s proposal. We had been dating long enough for him to get the gist, but I felt it only right that I spell out my terms. Our courtship had been fun, but it became obvious to us both that I needed more than Stuart’s weak acceptance. I wanted total control. If I were to agree to marry him, he would have to agree to become my house slave. Before you ask, I do love Stuart, but I could not accept anything other than his total devotion.
    Not that ours is a one-sided relationship. Stuart gets his kicks from the humiliation I bestow on him, while I get mine from the control and power I exert over him. Sometimes this means treating him badly. Not all the time, of course. Only in the bedroom. Only for sexual gratification. At least, that’s how it started. In the bedroom. I don’t think either of us anticipated how far our strange relationship would develop; how far it would encroach into our everyday lives. Take Stuart’s slave collar for instance. People were bound to ask, weren’t they? Or the cot bed we set up in the “nursery”.
    Our secret world kept building, kept developing. We are fortunate that Stu works from home, which allows us plenty of scope. Yet, there was only so far I could take the concept on my own.
    It wasn’t so much that Stuart had grown used to my bullying, but more that our role play had grown a little stale. I decided I needed an accomplice. A woman preferably. I was uncomfortable with the idea of allowing a dominant male into our world. Yet, I needed a woman of like mind; a woman who would help Stu and I play out our fantasies. I found Karen via a “fem dom” website. A local girl, Karen has a fantastic figure, a little too heavy on top perhaps, but with her height, she carries the weight well. We met first in a trendy café in town. To be honest, I found the whole situation bizarre. Outwardly, we were just two women having lunch, yet our conversation would have made two sailors blush.
    As we ate our sandwiches, I told Karen of my sex life, of Stu’s submissive tendencies. I included things I had never discussed with anyone other than Stu. Yet it felt like a cathartic release to tell someone at last. Karen listened. She didn’t pale. She didn’t flinch, or think me perverted. In fact, I soon discovered that Karen wasn’t in a position to judge. Karen told me her “preferences”. She wasn’t currently in a stable relationship. I empathised. I remembered how difficult it was to find a truly submissive man. Anyway, I explained my idea of a birthday present for Stu. Karen offered to play the part. Of course, I realised that Karen had her own agenda, her own reasons for agreeing, but I decided I would face them when they appeared.
    Karen and I spoke several times on the phone, but we never met again until Stu’s birthday. I was so excited! I simply couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with it. I kept the surprise from Stu, of course, but he sensed I had something special planned, and he caught some of my excitement.
    On the big day, I had Stu dress in his “baby girl” clothes, a short flimsy translucent negligée with pretty pink panties. I had read stories of women dressing their men like this to take them out of their comfort zone   to feminise   to detract from their masculinity. Stu hated wearing the pink panties in particular, but that didn’t stop his cock hardening each time I made him put them