[MF] I (28M) let my fiancée (26F) dress me up in a Disney Princess costume and fuck me with a strapon. Part 2.

Continued from Part 1. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/717vx8/mf_i_28m_let_my_fiancée_26f_dress_me_up_in_a/

As soon as she said “Let’s do this,” I was all-in. I stood up from the vanity chair and she laid her hand on my chest and softly, but firmly exclaimed “uh-uh.” She kissed me again. “Sit back down.” After I sat down, she pushed my shoulder, indicating for me to scoot the chair back, which I did. She went to the vanity and started doing my makeup. My fiancée uses a minimal amount of makeup, so it wasn’t much. Just some foundation, lipstick, blush she never uses, and mascara.

We had a relatively casual conversation about what was going on. She started with, “So…Belle’s your favorite, huh?” I told her she was my favorite of the Disney Princesses even though I liked the movie Aladdin better. “I liked Mulan,” she said. I replied that I liked that one too. We also decided we both hated Snow White because of the non-existent character development. Changing the subject slightly, she smiles and asks “When you were watching Beauty & the Beast, did you ever think you’d be in a pretty yellow dress like that one?” I said no, telling her that I hadn’t thought of crossdressing/feminization as a concept until high school. After she got the makeup on, she made me take a look at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t overdone. More than she typically did to herself, but nothing in RuPaul territory. “Mmmm…you look so fucking cute,” she said as she kissed my cheek, possessively holding the other side of my face. “Okay stand up and get naked!”

I quickly obliged. She didn’t get naked with me yet. She just sat on the foot of our bed, relaxed, eyeballing me as if she were looking on in admiration. When I set the last of my clothes on the vanity, she said “Alright…I’m going to get dressed in the walk-in closet so I can pick out what I want to use on your ass. Can I count on you to look pretty for me before I’m done?” I didn’t know what else to say but “y…yes.” By this time I was noticeably beaming. I could feel the blood rushing to my face…and my cock. She grabbed my cock and caressed it just slightly for a couple seconds before grasping it and pulling me close to her. She hesitated for a minute to establish eye contact, still holding my cock while she looked up at me. She stood on her toes and I met her halfway down to kiss again. “That’s a good bitch.” She said softly. Then she let go and just as soon as we started walking in opposite directions, I felt a sting on my ass that made me jump. “Don’t keep me waiting!” Now why would I want to disappoint her at that rate!

The costume was a 2-piece with a corset top and transparent ruffled straps that went just below the shoulders, along with a skirt that went not quite halfway down my thighs, which was made out of solid fabric, but accented with the same transparent material that the straps were made of, forming about five overlapping bands going up the full length of the skirt. It wasn’t a *direct* copy of Belle obviously, but more something that a normal woman could get away with wearing only on Halloween. It also came with long gloves that matched the dress. They were a tight fit, not being build for hands or arms as thick as mine, but I managed to slip them on. My fiancée had evidently gotten one that was for plus-sized women, so it fit, but it wasn’t precision-tailored. I thought the corset would be more of a challenge, but it had a zippered back, so there was no real difficulty.

I apparently wouldn’t keep her waiting, she was probably still mulling over what to pick in the closet. Of course, then I started contemplating the same. About two minutes or so after I finished, she stepped out wearing her domme gear. She put her long, blonde hair into a bun secured at the back. The only change to her makeup was a fresh coat of red lipstick rather than the pink she had used on me. Her outfit was a simple black latex dress with a black mesh, g-string teddy underneath, finished off with mesh thigh-high stockings and black knee-high boots with 6″ heels. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t worn before, but it gets me every single time. I’m almost certain I had a conspicuous grin, but she was smiling with all her teeth when she saw me.

She walked up and embraced me tightly, almost lifting me off the ground. She exclaimed, “You look so pretty! I wish I could sit here dressing you up in different outfits all night!” She pressed her face into my chest and inhaled deeply as if she were trying to take in all the aroma. “Would you like that, baby?” she asked as she looked up at me with her bright green eyes. I stammered out another half-excited, half-shy “…yes.” Then she grasped me even tighter and let out an “awwwww.” She walked back into the closet and brought out her choice of strapon: an 8-inch jet black silicone piece about 1.5″ thick. It was the biggest one we owned. “Too bad we don’t have all night,” she said, as she started slipping the dong into the harness she wore beneath the latex dress.

She beckoned me to come to her and I stepped forward. When I got close enough, she put her arms around my hips, pressing the strapon into my body so that I felt it slide between my legs. My knees were starting to get weak and I was getting light-headed, but it felt like she was holding me up. Just then, she started kissing my neck, giving me little bites between each kiss. She reached lower and grabbed my ass beneath the skirt with both hands.

“Who does this belong to?”

“You.” I replied eagerly.

“That’s right, and who’s my good little slut?”

“I am.”

“Good…but you’re no ordinary slut. My slut takes my big black cock in the butt, right?”

“Yes…”

“So you’re my butt-slut?”

“Yeeeeesss.” I moaned with anticipation.

“Is my butt-slut ready to take my cock?”

“Yes…please.”

“Good, but first you’re going to suck it.”

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