Kinky Union | Find Your Thrill

Some unions require a bit more. . . .

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Getting ready to go out always took some time, but Reagan never complained.  Carol loved pampering her girl and they both savored every moment of their intimate ritual.  Tonight Carol pulled out all the stops, bathing Reagan in a scented bath with lit candles as their only light.   The soak had left Reagan’s scented body sinfully smooth to the touch.  Carol sighed as she inhaled the sweet fragrance of Reagan’s perfume as she slid the dress up her girl’s hips.

“You said he likes blue,” Carol’s breathing was labored, thick arousal weighting down every word.  “I selected something that would give him an eyeful but promise more to come.”  Reagan shivered as Carol’s whispers tickled her neck, getting lost in the excitement of the moment.  Carol’s nipples pressed into Reagan’s back, diamond-hard nubs showing her need.  Both of them growing dizzy from the anticipation.  In just a little over an hour, Reagan would be on a date with her boss and she had every intention of going to bed with him.  It was a pivotal moment for her; one she and Carol has been working towards for over two years.  Tonight Reagan was walking through the door towards womanhood and closing the door on her old life.

Reagan glanced in the mirror as Carol did her make-up and smiled.  She supposed she should have felt regret for being so beautiful but she felt none.  If anything, she felt pride in her appearance.  She and Carol had done everything possible to erase any traces of masculinity from Reagan’s body.  The procedures had erased all the hard edges from her face and hormones has softened her body and given her a feminine shape.   Carol immersed her former husband in all things feminine until it became a new normal.  Reagan only wore heels and never pants.  Manicures and Pedicures were required.  

The shift to feminine also changed the dynamic between them.  Carol was the guide for Reagan, taking the lead in all things.  After leaving her job, Reagan became a kept woman while Carol became the breadwinner.  Reagan’s aggressive desires faded as her body turned soft and smooth.  Carol pushed her new wife to be as feminine and delicate as possible and even took the lead in bed.  Instead of penetrating, Reagan found herself on the business end of Carol’s strap-ons.   She learned to attend to her lover’s needs more than her own and found pleasure in submission.  By the time Reagan had her final procedure, she found she loved being taken by her lovers.  

The shift to submissiveness only pushed them both further.  All their property was put in her wife’s name and Reagan took Carol’s maiden name after her surgery.  Surrendering control felt so natural to her and Carol loved putting her girl on display.  She loved the attention Reagan drew and she dressed her to attract more.  She also insisted that Reagan re-enter the workforce; not as management as before. . . but as support staff.  So Reagan applied to her old company and surprisingly got a job as the personal assistant to her old boss.  Her subservient nature made her perfect for the work and her classy yet fashionable outfits made her a big hit with the male staff.  Even her boss had taken an interest in his new office girl and took every chance possible to flirt with her.  

Reagan found herself drawn to his advances with Carol urging her on.  Reagan got a thrill from it; her old boss not recognizing her (and why should he?) yet finding her desirable enough to ask her out.  She couldn’t disguise her own desires and had no plans to.  For Carol, the excitement of making her former husband into a sexy woman was a constant source of arousal.   Making Reagan beautiful for her date made Carol absolutely soak her panties.  This would bring their whole game full circle.  She knew her Reagan was going to finally sleep with a man tonight - finally become the woman they both wanted her to be.  It was new territory they both wanted to explore and Carol couldn’t wait for all the details.  She would have Reagan tell her everything the next morning and then she would ravish her all night.