Our Sissy Honeymoon: Feminized, Dominated, and Used

"Putting you in lingerie was the best idea I've ever had, " she purred as she ran her hands down my stocking-covered legs. "You are the perfect sissy. My perfect plaything." "I look good?" I asked nervously - hopefully. "Yes, sissy girl, " she breathed, pushing down on my shoulder until I sank to my knees in front of her, the thick shaft pointed at my lips. "Now, show me how a bride treats her Mistress." We had walked by the lingerie shop a hundred times on our honeymoon, but I never would have guessed the idea it gave Katrina.
I loved seeing her in lingerie, so I was happy to get the bra and panties we saw in the store window - and shocked when she said it was for me. Katrina is stunning, funny, and smart - I'd do anything for her, even if it means putting on panties. But I had no idea how far her fantasies go, or how quickly she'd show them to me. I may be willing to put on stockings for her, but am I willing to go as far as she wants? Can I really give myself up to her so completely that I become her blushing sissy wife?