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When we returned to normality after the business trip, Jan backed right of, it was as though nothing had happened, and I found myself feeling very deflated. If I tried to mention it, to make time to be close to her in private at work, and every time I mentioned it, she just smiled, our little secret.
As the weeks went by, I found myself thinking of Jan all the time, and when we next finally got chance to go on a sales trip together, she back out last minute, said she was not well.
That's when I knew I had to find a way to be with her, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life serving her and did not want to lose her.
Life at home with my wife was just so mundane, and all I could think about was Jan, and it was clearly not working.
To cut a long story short, I left my wife, my feelings for Jan left me with no choice. It was an amicable split, and I just needed to come to terms with my feelings for Jan and my deep routed desire to dress and be feminine.
I moved out, got myself my own flat and within 6 months I was formally separated and just waiting for the divorce to come through, and I was free.
That's when I decided to approach Jan. It was all or nothing..
I had it all planned, but it ended up been a sort of spur of the moment thing one night late at work.
She came into my office, I remember it well, she was wearing a tight fitting business suit, black stockings, heels, white blouse and a black jacket.
I stripped naked, got on my knees, looked up at her and said that I was in love with her, since that time at the hotel I had thought of nothing else but her, and wanted to devote the rest of my life to serving her as her slave. "ma'am, I beg you with all my heart, can I be your slave for real"...
She smiled, stood back and looked down at me…..
"you took your fucking time jack ", she said, looking down at me smiling…..
Then she knelt down and kissed me, "I said official".... She smiled and slapped my face so hard, I fell over… I regained my composure, almost in tears, “ma’am, will you marry me, please, I beg, own me, control me, make me yours forever”….
She stood up and walked out, leaving me on my knees, in tears.….
Then, a few days later, Jan emailed me a contract. I took it home, read it, read it again, and I signed it. This was everything I wanted and more, however, one of the conditions was going to seriously test me.
I moved in with her, and within a few days my life had changed completely and I was happy, so happy. I had to sign everything I owned over to her, she took control of my bank account, and my phone. I was allowed 2 days of every month so I could continue some contact with my family, but that was all. Every other moment of my life had to be devoted to Jan.
I was in love with her, she allowed me to be true to myself.
At home, I did everything, I was the house wife / slave, and had to dress in my fem cloths all the time. Over the next few months, my wardrobe developed, and apart from when I was at work I spent most of my time as Jacky.
Jan continued her life as it was, and she continued to have many lovers, sex with men whenever she wanted, they were told about me, and if they didn’t like it they left, else they would use me as Jan directed. I was always there to clean up and be used sexually by the men depending on Jan's mood. We had many amazing times at the various clubs she frequented, many whereby I was dressed, and displayed as her slave. She had me tattooed, "Jan's Sissy Slave" across my lower back. I was punished regularly, sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was just, well, punishment and it hurt like hell. I had a cage with a blanket in a shed outside, and sometimes I would spend the night tethered like a dog in the cage, but many, many times, I would be lying next to Jan, in her warm loving arms, sucking her beautiful breasts.
Jan had me in permanent chastity with a specially made cage, so I could wear it all the time. It had two keys, and she let me have one of them, on a chain round my neck.
She had many new ideas of ways to push my limits, pain and humiliation. I would be whored out regularly for real, and my body shape and dressing skills improved, she started to increase my price.
It became a common joke round the office. "Since Jack moved in with Jan, he is so under the thumb", and the fact that Jan domineered me at work, was more obvious now, but accepted, as she took a promotion, and I ended working for her, (this was part of the contract)
But it was the wedding day that would test me most. The wedding day was a big step for me, and I had to make that final statement in front of an audience and come out as Jan’s slave.
“I promise love honour and obey” ,
“ I give myself to you and will devote my life to serving you”
“I pledge my devotion, and everything I have is yours”
Jan was going to wear the trousers, and I was going to wear the Wedding Dress.
She insisted, knowing full well that this would expose my secret, but she said it was necessary, to prove myself as her devoted slave, I had to do it willingly, not under pressure.
Many of our work colleagues would be at the ceremony and my family would find out.
But there was no going back, and I had 6 months of diets, skin treatment, body shaping exercises and hormone treatment. She made me grow my hair, and had it styled on the day, Jan wanted me to be her bride, and she wanted everyone to know I was her slave and her sissy… I was so happy.
I remember that moment, as I stepped into the small hall, full of people I recognised sat patiently looking towards the front of the room, waiting as I took Jan’s hand and walked slowly past everyone in my amazing dress, it was short at the front, wrapping round with a long back, just trailing the floor, It was white with a hint of pink, with bows and flowers, I had silky white stockings and pink and white heels. My own hair had been styled and waved, flowing softly over my shoulders, my make up was perfect, I looked so convincing, and never felt so excited and scarred in all my life.
As I came into view, the gasps of surprise from the audience was evident, the ceremony concluded and instead of exchanging rings, Jan took my necklace with my chastity key and placed it round her neck as that final symbolic exchange of power and control from me to her, and she replaced my necklace with a stainless steel collar, locked into position engraved with the words, Owned Slave, Property of Jan.
As I we kissed, I looked out to see everyone as the photographer took some pictures, Jan in control, lifting my leg slightly to expose my pink garter, such a traditional image, but also demonstrating Jan’s ownership of me, displaying me publicly on my wedding day, but Jan went further, holding it up longer, brushing her hand up my stocking clad leg, pulling on the garter, displaying my panties and the outline of my cock cage underneath, , . ,,,,,,,
I tried not to look into the eyes of the faces looking back at me, some looked happy, many looked surprised and shocked, but I did not care anymore – I was happy, and now I was Jan’s owned slave.
When we went into the side room to sign the marriage certificate, I had to sign my new name, taking Jan’s surname, and then the photographer took a few more pictures of us together , me on my knees looking up to Jan, and Jan holding the key with my cock cage on view.
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