"Turn around." Her voice was so commanding he obeyed without question. "Put your hands in the air."

 

He sang, "Stop in the name of love!"

 

"I'll break something, alright," Zelda said. "But it won't be your heart."

 

She stripped him swiftly. By the time she got his clothes off he was hard as hell. How could he not be when his wife looked like she'd just walked off some kinky porn set? "What's got into you?" he asked.

 

"Wrong question," she said as she fitted the latex corset around him. "You should be asking what's about to get into you."

 

Gulp. "Not that big thing, I hope. I really don't think I could handle it."

 

She laughed, a low growl deep down in her throat. "I guess we'll soon find out, won't we, my little sissy?"

 

"Sissy?" Scott couldn't conceal his surprise. In all the years they'd been together, she'd never called him anything like a sissy. Hell, he was a cop! Cops and sissies went together like oil and rosewater, but what could he do? Tell her not to speak to him that way?

 

Well, he couldn't do that unless he asked her to take off the corset she was currently tightening... tightening... tightening. Oh, it was getting so tight he had to suck in his stomach as she pulled the laces.

 

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror while his wife strapped him into a shiny plastic corset. His cock pulsed hard. His tip was starting to look like a Roma tomato. With his waist cinched and his flesh drawn together, he looked like he had breasts. Staring at his reflection, Scott felt a strange mix of attraction, revulsion, and sheer titillation.