Sealed with a Snip! - Ch. 03

My wife stood before me exuding authority. "If we're going to do this, these are my rules," Emily said. "No negotiation. You accept them, or we drop this entirely. If you decide not to move forward, it was still worth it to get you snipped so I can finally get off birth control."

I swallowed as she slowly opened a pink folder handed me a list.

Emily's Rules for Our New Marriage

1. Emily is in charge. You will obey Emily's decisions without question.

2. You will address me with respect at all times. If I feel disrespected, there will be consequences.

3. Household duties are now your responsibility. Cooking, cleaning, laundry--all yours.

4. I control our finances. You must seek my permission for any purchase over $50.

5. You will wear a symbol of submission.

6. Your orgasms will be at my sole discretion.

7. You will give me control over all your medical decisions.

8. You will embrace femininity as part of your submission. You will wear feminine items as directed by me.

9. You will follow a beauty regimen. Your grooming will be under my control, including shaving, skincare, and hairstyles I approve.

10. To reinforce your new role, I will refer to you as Kylie, and you will accept and embrace it.

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling slightly. "You're... serious about this."

Emily tilted her head, watching me. "I don't do things halfway, dear. This is how I expect our marriage to function from now on."

I looked at Emily, my hands trembling slightly as I held the list she had given me. Every rule, every expectation--it was all laid out in clear terms. If I agreed, there would be no going back. My old life as Kyle would be replaced by something new, something shaped entirely by Emily's vision.

I took a deep breath and met her gaze. "I accept, Emily. I want this."

A slow smile spread across her lips, full of satisfaction and something else--something knowing. She reached forward, running a manicured finger along my growing member through the soft panties Emily insisted I wear. "That's what I wanted to hear, Kylie."

The sound of my feminine name sent a shiver through me. It was strange, foreign--but thrilling in a way I couldn't fully explain. Emily had chosen it for me, and that made it significant.

"I want our roles to be legally recognized," she explained. "I'll be the sole decision-maker in our household, including finances and important life choices. And I want to make sure your responsibilities are legally binding as well."

The thought sent shivers down my spine. "You're really serious about this."

She leaned in, grabbing a firm hold of my penis through the soft panties. "More than you can imagine, my sweet Kylie. I even hired an attorney to draft paperwork to formalize our arrangement. She's waiting in our driveway right now," Emily said as she sent a text from her mobile phone.

A mixture of shock and excitement coursed through me. With every step, Emily was asserting her authority more and more, and though it terrified me, it also thrilled me.

I heard the doorbell ring, and Emily released the grip on my rock-hard member and went to answer the door. Emily returned with a gorgeous blonde-haired woman wearing a white blouse and a navy-blue business suit with matching heels. I did my best to cover the tent in my panties caused by my erection as both women giggled at my predicament.

"Kylie, this is my friend, Amy. She's an attorney that I've known long before she ever went to law school. Amy, this is my husband, Kyle. But, as expected, he's already agreed to be Kylie from now on."

"It's an absolute delight to finally meet you, Kylie. Your wife has told me all about you. Congratulations on the new and exciting relationship you have entered into with Emily. I know Emily is very much looking forward to being in charge. I'm here to make sure everything goes smoothly, from a legal standpoint, of course."

Amy reached into her designer purse and put on a pair of glasses that made her look even smarter, if that was even possible. "Now sign these documents for me so we can formalize your agreement with Emily," Amy said as she presented me with various legal forms.

"Shouldn't I take some time to read through everything," I asked.

"There's a lot of boilerplate language, but it basically outlines the points we already discussed, sweetie," Emily said as she handed me a pen and resumed her massage of my swollen member though the soft panties.

"The power of attorney, medical directives, banking and government forms are pretty standard anyway," Amy said with a tone of superiority. "I always thought those forms were more complicated than they needed to be. They're quite comprehensive so, fortunately, you'll only need to sign them once and I'll have everything I need at my office for Emily going forward."

I signed the forms one-by-one as Emily continued massaging my growing shaft through the panties. I could feel another orgasm coming on and found it difficult to focus on the paperwork. Emily's smile was heavenly, and I was delighted to become more and more hers with each document I signed. When I was finished signing, Amy notarized the forms and placed them into her briefcase.

I was on the verge of ejaculating when Emily pulled her hand away from my groin to shake Amy's hand and give her a hug. "Congratulations, Emily. You now own your husband! I'll get these papers filed in the morning and proceed with the steps we discussed," Amy said with a giggle, before wishing us both well and letting herself out the front door.

I was glad Amy left quickly, and eager for Emily to resume her handjob. Instead, an audible squeal of excitement came from Emily's lips as she gave me a big hug. "Good girl," she purred. "Now, get some sleep, because we have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

The next morning, Emily handed me a pair of soft panties and told me to dress comfortably in the clothes she already picked out for me because we had "appointments." She refused to tell me more, only instructing me to follow her. When we arrived at an upscale beauty salon, my stomach flipped.

"Emily, are we--"

"Yes, we are," she interrupted, smirking. "I told you there would be changes in your grooming, and that starts today."

The receptionist greeted Emily warmly, clearly familiar with her. "Right on time! And this must be Kylie!"

My face turned red with embarrassment as Emily nodded. "Yes, she's ready for her full transformation."

She led me down a long hallway and inside a door marked, "Treatment Room 3." Emily told me to remove my all of my clothes except for my panties. I quickly complied and Emily guided me toward a plush purple chair before I could even think about protesting.

A team of cute young stylists gathered, and Emily spoke with them in hushed, excited tones. She glanced at me with a wicked grin before giving the go-ahead to secure my arms, legs and waist to the chair with the leather straps.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked.

"Absolutely, dear," said Emily. "I know how much you love being tied up. If you deny it again like you did during your vasectomy, I won't hesitate to allow these girls to check inside your panties and see for themselves! So, are you going to be quiet or do I need to stuff your mouth with my panties again?"

"I'll be quiet," I said.

"Good girl," said Emily with a huge smile as I melted into the chair. The young stylists did their best to conceal their amusement as they fastened me tightly to the chair.

"This is going to be so fun! Let's start with the brows," one of the technicians announced, tilting my chair back. Before I could respond, warm wax was applied to my forehead. I screamed loudly as the wax was peeled away from my skin.

Emily hiked-up her skirt and removed her red panties. "I know exactly what you need again, girlie," Emily said as she stuffed the panties into my open mouth.

Emily's panties were absolutely soaked with her feminine juices. It was obvious she was incredibly turned-on by my predicament. I focused on sucking-in Emily's juices. The taste was soothing and helped to distract me from the giggles of the young stylists who had noticed that an erection was forming in my panties.

The next hour was a whirlwind. My eyebrows were shaped into a sleek, refined arch. My body hair was painfully removed from my chest, legs, and arms with strip, after strip of hot wax. My face was cleansed, exfoliated, and massaged as Emily watched with a satisfied expression.

"You're doing so well, Kylie," she said, stroking my penis through the soft panties. My face turned red with embarrassment as I realized that my precum had begun soaking through the delicate fabric. "It's alright, sweetie, we can get you maxi pads to help with that later. For now, just relax and let these girls work their magic."

"Why wait," one of the stylists said as she reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a pantiliner. "A girl needs what she needs, when she needs it -- and that girl looks like she definitely needs it."

"So true," Emily said as she took the pantiliner from the stylist and started removing it from the wrapper. "But Kylie here is a new girl, so I'm going to help her out," Emily explained as she pulled down my panties and positioned the pad inside. The eyes of the young stylists were focused on my cock and I was feeling more exposed than ever until Emily finally hiked up the panties over my engorged member.

Next came the nails. My fingers were soaked, shaped, and buffed before a delicate pink polish was applied. Emily leaned in close as they worked.

"You'll love how this feels once you get used to it," she whispered. "Polished nails are just a small reminder of your new role."

By the time the stylists moved to my hair, I felt completely at their mercy. My usual short, masculine cut was softened and styled with just enough length to frame my face. Emily clapped her hands in delight.

Just then, an attractive woman in her late thirties entered the room carrying a stainless-steel tray. "So, double piercings on both ears?" she confirmed, glancing at Emily.

Emily nodded. "Yes, Vanessa. I think it's time." She turned to me with an encouraging squeeze of my penis to distract me from the thought that the women obviously knew each other. "You'll look so much more polished with a little sparkle, don't you think?"

I swallowed, feeling a familiar mixture of nerves and anticipation. "Yes, Emily," I said softly, stealing a glance at the delicate gold studs laid out on the tray.

Vanessa caught the dynamic between us instantly and tilted her head with curiosity. "You two seem like you have a really special bond," she observed, preparing her latex gloves. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you decide on this together?"

Emily smiled, clearly unbothered by the question. "Kylie and I are in a female-led relationship. I guide her through many aspects of her life, helping her become her best self. This is just another step in that process."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That's fascinating. I've had a few clients mention similar relationships, but I've never had the chance to talk about it in-depth." She turned to me with an understanding expression. "And you're happy with that?"

Emily removed the panties from my mouth. My cheeks felt warm. "I am," I admitted. "It's--different from what I imagined my life would be, but it feels... right." I stole a glance at Emily, who gave me an approving nod. "Emily takes care of everything, and I trust her completely."

Vanessa chuckled as she lined up the piercing gun. "That sounds kind of nice, actually. I bet a lot of women would love that kind of devotion from their partners."

Emily smirked. "You'd be surprised how much smoother life is when someone takes the lead. Kylie thrives with structure, don't you, sweetheart?"

I bit my lip, feeling a surge of both vulnerability and pride. "Yes, Emily."

Vanessa shook her head in amusement as Emily returned the panties to my mouth. "Well, I have to say, it's refreshing to see a couple so in sync. And Kylie, I promise this will be over before you know it."

Emily leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Just breathe, darling. I'm right here."

As the piercing gun clicked, I flinched, but Emily's grip on my penis never wavered through any of the four piercings. I exhaled, feeling a sense of accomplishment--not just from enduring the pinch of the needle, but from the knowledge that this was one more way I was aligning with Emily's vision.

Vanessa stepped back with a smile. "All done. You did great."

Emily's fingers brushed over my fresh piercings, her expression warm with approval. "Perfect." She turned back to Vanessa. "Thank you. This is exactly what I wanted for Kylie."

Vanessa handed me a mirror. "They look beautiful. And honestly? I think a lot of men could benefit from this kind of relationship structure." She laughed lightly. "Maybe I'll bring it up with my boyfriend."

Emily chuckled as Vanessa was exiting the room. "I'd be happy to give you a few tips."

I swallowed hard, realizing that Emily was just getting started.

I stared at my reflection in the salon mirror, my mind racing. My neatly arched eyebrows, smooth skin, and polished nails all served as a reminder that Emily's vision for me was no longer just words on a page--it was becoming real. And yet, as surreal as it felt, there was an undeniable thrill in surrendering to her control, in letting her reshape me as she saw fit.

When the work was finally done, the stylists unstrapped me from the chair and wished us luck with our new relationship. Emily placed a firm hand on my shoulder, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You look wonderful, Kylie. But we're not done yet."

My stomach flipped. "There's more?"

She smirked. "Of course. Your wardrobe needs to match the new you."

Emily led me into an upscale boutique, where a stylish woman in a fitted blazer greeted her with a knowing smile. "Ah, Emily! I have everything set aside, just as you requested."

I swallowed hard as Emily squeezed my hand. "Thank you, Olivia. Kylie and I are excited to see what you've chosen."

The way she used my new name so naturally sent a shiver through me. There was no hesitation, no testing the waters--she had decided, and that was that.

Olivia led us to a private fitting area, where racks of clothes waited. My eyes widened at the delicate fabrics--silk blouses, soft sweaters, and tailored skirts that were undeniably feminine. There were even a few elegant dresses hanging at the end of the rack.

Emily's gaze flicked over me, assessing. "Let's start with something simple. Try this."

She handed me a flared black skirt and a silky blush-colored blouse. I hesitated, but her expectant expression left no room for argument.

The fitting room felt both like a sanctuary and a trap as I changed. The skirt accentuated my waist in a way that was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. The blouse was lightweight and smooth against my skin, its cut subtly softening my frame.

"Come out, Kylie," Emily called. "Let's see."

I stepped out slowly, my cheeks were showing obvious signs of blushing as Emily's eyes swept over me.

She tapped her chin. "Mmm. Much better. But let's complete the look."

Before I could react, she reached into a box and pulled out a pair of pink heels.

"Emily..." I whispered, my pulse quickening.

She raised an eyebrow. "You want to please me, don't you?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Then put them on."

I obeyed, slipping my feet into the heels. Standing was another challenge altogether. I wobbled slightly, but Emily steadied me, a mixture of amusement and pride dancing in her eyes.

"You'll get used to them," she assured me. "It's all part of the transformation."

Olivia clapped her hands. "You look stunning, Kylie. A natural."

Emily grinned. "I think so too. But we're just getting started."

As I stood there, adjusting to the sensation of the heels, I realized the truth: Emily was reveling in this. She wasn't just enforcing the rules--she was enjoying every moment of my surrender. And deep down, I was too.

The first time I stepped into our home after the salon and boutique trip, something felt different. I couldn't quite place it at first--maybe it was the lingering sensation of the heels on my feet, or the way my silky blouse clung to my body--but then I noticed it when I stepped into the bedroom.

All of my old clothes were gone.

I opened the closet door, my heart racing. My underwear had been replaced with various colors and styles of panties. Where my button-down shirts and jeans once hung, there were now only neatly arranged dresses, skirts, and delicate blouses. In place of my casual t-shirts, there were soft camisoles and lace-trimmed tops. The lower shelves, once filled with sneakers and loafers, now held an array of heels, ballet flats, and feminine sandals.

"Emily?" I called out hesitantly.

She entered the room, her expression cool and confident. "Yes, Kylie?"

I gestured toward the closet. "Where are my clothes?"

She smiled, crossing her arms. "I donated them while you were on the couch watching Netflix while recovering from your vasectomy. You won't be needing them anymore."

A lump formed in my throat. "But--"

She held up a hand, silencing me instantly. "Kylie, we agreed. I set the rules, and you follow them. Your wardrobe now reflects your role in our home. I expect you to embrace it."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words. Nervousness bubbled inside me, but so did something else--a deep, undeniable desire to please her.

"Yes, Emily," I murmured.

Her eyes sparkled. "Good girl. Now, let's go over your new responsibilities."

Emily led me to the kitchen table, where a neatly written list awaited me. At the top, in her elegant handwriting, were the words:

Kylie's Weekly Household Responsibilities

1. Cleaning duties -- Floors swept and mopped, furniture dusted, all rooms kept spotless.

2. Laundry -- Washed, folded, and neatly organized.

3. Meals -- Breakfast and dinner prepared for Emily daily. Lunch is optional based on Emily's schedule.

4. Wardrobe maintenance -- Kylie must dress appropriately in a maid's uniform or other designated attire while completing housework.

5. Self-care regimen -- Makeup and grooming must be maintained to Emily's standards at all times.

I scanned the list, my heart pounding. "Emily, this is... a lot."

She smirked. "It's what I expect. And to ensure you stay on track, I've had cameras installed throughout the house while we were away at your appointments."

My jaw dropped. "Cameras?"

She nodded. "I need to be able to check in while I'm at the clinic to ensure my Kylie is staying productive. Don't worry--none in the bathroom. But the rest of the house? I'll be watching."

I bit my lip, my stomach fluttering at the knowledge that Emily's eyes would be on me even when she wasn't home.

Over the next week, Emily made more changes--each one solidifying my new role. She took control of all of our finances, transferring every account into her name. My debit and credit cards were cancelled, and she set up a small allowance for personal expenses--money I had to request if I needed anything beyond the basics she provided.

Then came the final, most shocking step.

"I sold your truck today," she announced one evening over dinner.

My fork clattered onto my plate. "You... what?"

She calmly sipped her wine. "I don't see any reason for you to drive anymore. If you need to go anywhere, you can take public transportation, or I'll drive you in my Porsche. It's just another way of ensuring you remain where you belong--here, taking care of our home and me."

And there's one more thing--I scheduled a doctor's appointment for you next week. I need to ensure you're in perfect health so you can continue to meet my expectations."

The possessiveness in her voice made my knees weak. I was nervous about the changes, but one thing was clear: Emily was loving every moment of this, and that only made me want to please her more.

As she leaned back with a satisfied smirk, I realized the truth--this was only the beginning.