I stood naked in the bedroom of my ancesteral home, only I was in the body of my wife! That spiteful witch stole my body and turned ME, Lord Pemerthal into my own wife! She is now living as me and everyone believes I am my own wife!
It is so demeaning to wear the very dress my wife wore! To be mistaken for a hysterical woman, draped in such feminine attire! But I cannot walk the halls naked!
And I still can’t get used to being so small, in both stature and voice! Women should be small and submissive to their husbands, but I am a man! I was not meant for this life! I shall beg if I must… but I cannot be a wife!
She sat at my desk, in my body, looking all the world like the Lord she pretneded to be. She made me sit, and my dress fell loose as I said, "Elisabeth, please, you know who I once was, and that this is unnatural ! Please, you must let me return me to my body and you to yours, it is not befitting for a man such as my stature to be trapped in your weak body and life!"
"Your stature, my dear, is very much on display," she said from my body, glancing at my cleavage. "Yes, I do know of your plight, but I enjoy being the rich and powerful Lord Pemerthal, and you are quite definitely Elisabeth my wife in that body and you shall learn your place!"
I stood and came nearer, "Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"Perhaps not to change my mind, but let me finish this work, work WOMAN such as yourself need not be concerned with… and then there IS something you can do…"
She pulled the top of my dress down and took hold of what were now MY breasts! "ELISABETH! Please, I can’t…" I protested.
"You enjoyed such liberties with me when you were a man… but you are not a man, you are my wife and can, and will, use you as I please."
"I… I… musn’t… ooohhh… why does that feel good?"
"You see, all those delusions of being a man evaporate as you succumb to your role as MY wife!"
She pulled out a very hard cock, so much harder and firmer than it ever was when it was MY cock! As she flipped me around and pushed it inside me I cried,"Stop! I’m not meant for such…. Oh dear lord! You are inside me!"
She continued to use me the way a husband ueses a wife, only now I was the wife and she the husband!
"That’s it, feel what it’s like to be trapped as a woman, as a wife! I am never going back to YOUR role ELISABETH! YOU are now the weak woman, feeling the power of your husband’s manhood deep inside you. Claiming you…"
I moaned, "These breasts bouncing as you take me… this dress hanging from my body… the roughness of you against the undeniable softness of me… As t pains me to admit it… I am indeed the wife and you are the Lord and husband!"
"Then submit to me as befits your role. Submit to your position in our house… "
"The duty of the wife… If I cannot have my body back, if I am truly bound to this form… then I must… accept those duties…"
I knelt and took HIS cock into my mouth in the final act of submisssion. I had not thought it possible but she… no… HE… has broken my will. It is my fate now to wear this body… to be the Lady of the house… and to serve the woman who stole my manhood and title as if she has always been my husband and I her wife…
I looked up and heard my husband say, "You wear the role of wife, well Elisabeth. I look forward to the children you will bear me!"
And I know I shall be the best wife and honor my husband.
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