While I didn't write parts 1 and 2, here's my finish to the story.
Thomas finally brought Glorene back to Vancouver after her "retreat" at Aunt Pearl and Uncle Garth's to indoctrinate her into being a proper wife. She had pretended to absorb the lifestyle, but she was mad and intended to get even.
"We will go through your clothes this weekend," Thomas told her on Sunday night. Pearl had sent along enough of Grandma May's clothes to last her several days. "You will spend the days cleaning house and making my dinners." "Yes, husband," she replied.
After Thomas left for work Monday morning, she called Cheryl Garrison, Billy's wife to come and help her. Cheryl nearly died when she saw Glorene's figure and hair. "What the hell happened." Glorene told her the story about Thomas seeing her and Billy and the subsequent trip to hell. "I need you to help me. This weekend, I'm going to get even with Thomas." Cheryl was a hair stylist and agreed to gather what Glorene would need. Billy would be enlisted to help.
Glorene slipped a mickey into Thomas' coffee with dinner Friday night. When he was passed out, she called Cheryl and Billy who were waiting. Billy's brother John came also. They helped Glorene undress him and chain him to their four poster bed and padlock the chains so he couldn't escape. The four moved to the living room.
After a couple of hours, they heard Thomas screaming. When they entered the bedroom, he yelled "What the hell is going on? And what are they doing here?" "This is Cheryl and Billy Garrison," Glorene told him. "We've been best friends since seventh grade. And John is Billy's brother. He's the police chief, you know. He's here for my protection, so don't get any ideas." "How dare you bring them into our bedroom when I am naked?" "You had no problem with my being naked in front of Aunt Pearl and Uncle Garth. Billy is a friend and only a friend. You exhibited stupid male jealousy when you saw us. You humiliated me and I am repaying you. You married me under false pretenses. If you couldn't love the Glorene I was, you should not have married me. When this weekend is over, if you do not want to be married to the real Glorene, I will divorce you and it will cost you. Cheryl has taken pictures of me in this ridiculous get-up in case I need them for evidence. Now, let's get started with your "retreat".
Glorene came back a few minutes later with wet hair and sat in a straight chair. Cheryl caped her. "Just do something to make it feminine and not matronly." "I'll have to cut it pretty short to get the curls out." "That's okay. Just do it." In about twenty minutes, Glorene had a short pixie cut, tapered to a v in the back. "It's great, Cheryl. We can add some highlights later. Now, it's Thomas' turn. Your hair cannot be longer than mine, so you need a cut." Cheryl put the cape around him and Glorene sat straddled over him and held his head. Cheryl gave him a crew cut and shaved the back and sides high above his ears. "I think he likes it," Billy said. His pecker is at attention." Glorene told him to get a cold washrag. She wrapped it around his penis none too gently. Thomas yelped like a puppy.
"Don't think you're done yet," Glorene told Thomas. "Lather him up," she told Cheryl. Cheryl had plugged in a hot shaving cream machine when she arrived. She brushed the lather around Thomas' penis, including his balls. Glorene took a straight razor and shaved him clean. Next, she shaved his chest. "I will give you oral sex," Glorene told him, "but I won't put my face in a smelly forest of hair. You will have to remain clean shaven if you want that." "Where's that harness?" Billy handed her a device. She fitted it around his penis and testicles and locked it with a key. "You'll need my permission for relief," she told him. She put an adult diaper on him. "How do you like being treated like a slave? It's no fun when you don't have a say in your life, is it?" Glorene cold tell he was fuming, but he said nothing. "If we are going to remain married, it is going to be a true partnership. We will make decisions together. I will call you by your given name and not address you as `Husband'. A wife is not a piece of property and if you cannot live with that, you will not live with me. Aunt Pearl and Uncle Garth will have no place in our marriage. Now, it is time for bed. Billy and John will retie you so that I can sleep with you." They tied Thomas so he was lying on his side with his back to the center of the bed. Glorene laid with her chest against his back and massaged his shoulders.
The next mo
rning Billy and John moved Thomas back to his original position. Glorene fed him breakfast. "We can go out to lunch if you like," she told him, "but you will wear a shirt and pants that are too big for you and make you look old and unattractive. Maybe we could stuff them with foam so you look fat as well. I will wear my own clothes; Grandma May's dresses and the girdles have already been burned. You will reimburse Pearl and Garth for any money they spent." Glorene began examining Thomas' face. "Cheryl, we missed a few spots. Where are those nose trimmers?" She trimmed Thomas' nose hair and ears. "I think we'll clean up your eyebrows as well." She took a pair of scissors and trimmed his bushy brows. "If you expect your wife to be clean and neatly groomed, you must be also. You have been deficient in that area and I will expect improvement. Is that understood?" "Yes, Glorene." "Well, well - he speaks! Do you have anything else to say?" Thomas pursed his lips and was quiet. "We'll leave you alone for awhile.
At noon, Glorene came back into the bedroom with Thomas' old man clothes. "We're going to untie you now," John told him. "But if you so much as lay a hand on Glorene without her consent, you'll be under arrest for assault. They went to a popular restaurant - of course, it was crowded. Bert, a neighbor, came up and said, "Glorene, I haven't seen you for awhile. Thomas, have you been ill?" "No, Bert," Glorene replied. "You could say Thomas lost a bet and he's paying it off. Nice to know that the clothes work. You know, they say clothes make the man!"
When they returned home, John and Billy chained Thomas back to the bed. "I'm going to leave you alone for a little while," Glorene told him. "John and Billy will be outside to make sure you behave. You should take some time to think about things. At noon tomorrow, I'll be asking you for your decision. If you don't wish to remain married to me, I will move my things out of the house. If you contest the divorce, I will go public. I have already withdrawn half the money from our bank accounts and consulted a lawyer. The next step is yours." She kissed him on the lips and went downstairs. She laid down on the couch and was asleep in just a few minutes. She was exhausted.
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