For the past month or so, my wife Mary had gone out every Saturday night on a “girls night out” with a bunch of her friends. They would go to someone’s house for an evening of fun — laughing, drinking, gossiping, and just doing ‘girl stuff’ that she would not go into detail about.

The wife of a friend of mine from work had gone to a couple of these parties too. He said that he had gone to pick her up from the party last week, and did not have much to report back on what all went on. The only thing that he said was bugging him was that he heard something in the house to make him think there was a male stripper there earlier that night putting on a show.

On Friday, Mary asked me at dinner “So do you mind if I go hang out with the girls tomorrow night? Last week someone came up with a silly game that turned out to be kind of, ummm, ahhh, different. We were going to play again, and I want in this time.”

“Um, well I guess so. But what kind of game is this anyway? Is is one that we can play at a party here too?”

She shifted in her chair, squirming uncomfortably until she found something on the table to stare at. “I don’t know if it’s one we can play here, it’s kind of specific to just a bunch of women.”

That made me think a bit. What kind of stuff was this? Was there really a stripper or something that was there? Was he involved with this ‘game’ somehow? Starting to get a little uneasy about this party now, I pressed her for more details.

“Hon, please, there was just a little naughtiness going on, but I didn’t feel comfortable getting into everything that the other girls were doing. Tell you what, let me make some calls, and I’ll get back to you later tonight. Don’t worry about me babe, you know I could never do anything to make you upset with me.”

Tonight was my turn to clean up after dinner since it was Mary’s turn to cook. As I started the cleanup, she walked away from the table and picked up the phone, disappearing into the bedroom. Doing cleanup sucks, but it gave me an opportunity to mull over what I knew about this party. I still wasn’t sure if I felt comfortable with her going. Nothing big had happened, but there were just a bunch of little clues that made me uneasy with the situation.

I knew I was starting over-analyze this. Dwelling on a sore topic is a sure way to get myself in trouble since it seems like I always come up with false positives. Changing thought topics worked, so my mind was occupied with some stuff I needed to do in the garage this weekend.

Late Saturday afternoon as I was getting changed to go clean up the garage, Mary stopped me before I could disappear for a few hours. “Babe, I am going to this party tonight, it’s no longer a question for you. BUT ... But you are going too. You have to. You can’t tell ANYONE about this, OK? This is going to be kind of weird for both of us, but you have to promise to play along nicely.”

Now I was really confused. Just like the night before, she was acting nervous. She could not look me in the eye, and her hands were twitchy and busy. She was breathing fast, and I could even see a vein in her neck thumping like crazy. What on earth was going on with her? I don’t recall ever seeing her like this!

Stepping up to me, she closed her eyes and put both hands on my chest to keep me still. Visibly taking control of herself and calming down, she opened her eyes and said “OK, here’s the deal. You have to follow my orders because this is a big deal. Please don’t talk, I’m really nervous right now, and I don’t want to get distracted.”

“I got some things for you at the store, and they are in the bathroom. You will go shower using the new shampoo and body wash that I left on the counter. You need to shave, and use the new aftershave. As much as it hurts me to say it, you have to get rid of your mustache too. There is also new deodorant and cologne for you to use.”

She paused, staring at my feet. “Yes, I know this is weird, just trust me. And yes, I meant it — your mustache has to go too.”

I was completely non-plussed. Stunned. But we had been talking about doing something crazy and spur of the moment, so I figured this was a good a time as any.

“What the hell, why not?” I thought. Nervously laughing, I said “Come back in about a half hour and I will be all different for you.”

Closing the bathroom door I got to work. About twenty minutes later, as I got out of the shower, Mary was standing there waiting for me with a stack of clothes. My back was to her, and after hanging up the towel I turned around and her jaw dropped as her eyes dropped from my face to my waist. With all this ‘different’ talk, I decided to carry it a bit further. When I got rid of my mustache with the electric trimmer, I also trimmed removed the tiny bit of chest hair that was there. But I also tried a different manscaping look down below, removing most of the pubes I had, trying for the porn star trim.

Her eyes never leaving my crotch, she stammered out “Damn, you have to keep that look, baby. Even though your cock is perfect for me, that haircut makes him look at lot bigger!”

My cock is decently sized, but by no means huge. I never measured, but at somewhere around six inches, I think it’s just a bit above average. Mary says being uncut makes it look more ‘exotic’ or something. That’s fine, that part is not something that I’m looking to change.

Blinking quickly and shaking her head to re-focus, she held out the clothes to me without a word. Without being told, I knew these were new also. We didn’t have to say anything, she just handed them to me and on they went. Wasn’t really my style, but they were OK looking.

Dressed, I walked out into the bedroom where she was getting ready. She was dressed the same way she normally does for a girl’s night out, but she looked at me differently.

“It’s not a whole lot of things changed, but you totally look like a different man. The look, the smell, everything. This will work just fine.”

She smiled as she took my hand and led me out to the car. I went to the driver’s side to get in, but she stopped me. “Nope, not this time baby. My turn to drive. You can’t know where we are going.”

Still quite confused, I got in on the passenger side. She handed me some goofy looking wrap-around sunglasses, and told me to put them on. So I did.

“Leave those glasses on, I can’t have you see where we are going.”

I flopped back in the seat, crossing my arms. This was starting to get annoying.

“Honey please, don’t fight me. The less you know the better. Look, I know you like to know everything that is going on, but this time let me lead you around. This will be fun. Just go with the flow and see what happens, OK?”

No pun intended, but I don’t like being in the dark about what’s going on. I knew the area fairly well, so I tried to figure out where we were based on how many turns we made and how fast we were going. Before long, it was obvious it was a lost cause. I was clueless. Without a doubt she knew I would be trying to guess, so she was clearly being devious.

It seemed like we were driving forever, but suddenly we stopped. Apparently we were here now! I got ready to get out, and reached for the glasses, but my hand was quickly stopped, so I let them stay. The hand on mine stayed though. I jumped a bit when I heard Mary talking to someone about ten feet away. Who was this holding my hand then?

Jumping again, I heard Mary talk to me, but standing by my side. And she sounded different too!

“Here’s the deal slave. You will move only when told, and will not speak until told. Nod your head if you understand.”

Starting to get worried, I just nodded.

“OK, good. Now, you will be led to where you need to go. You will stay until you are told to move anywhere else. Leave the glasses on until someone takes them off for you.”

A voice that seemed to be attached to the hand holding mine said “Now you can get out of the car. There you go, stand up. Turn this way. OK. Now walk this way slave.”

With that, I walked into a house, occasionally stumbling since I could not see anything. Immediately after coming into the house, I was told to stop. My hands were put into my pants pockets, I felt something moving over my head. It felt like a piece of rope or something, there was something hard in the front of it. I realized what it was when a ball gag was moved into my mouth. I got worried then! It was like the ones from some porn movies! What the hell?