Tuesday, October 26, 2021

 

"I told you that you'd be a natural at it, didn't I?" your wife whispers in your ear. "Just keep doing that, taking a little more into your mouth each time, there you go, there you go."

 

She agreed to live out your fantasy, agreed to make love to another woman, so long as you agreed to hers; you had to wear a chastity cage for two months ahead of time and two months after.

Monday, October 25, 2021

 

As her lover explodes, your wife opens her mouth and lets his cum drip down, cover her tits, because nothing excites her more than the feeling of you licking his cum off her skin while he watches.

She knows how humiliating it is to you, especially doing it in front of him. That's part of the thrill for her, watching her husband lick a man's cum off her, watching your tongue flick across her skin, her nippled, licking up every drop of it. Watching her lover's face, the smile he gets, seeing you acknowledge your place in this kinky relationship.

 

"It seems like a simple answer to me, hon, I'm not unlocking the chastity cage until you learn to cum like a girl," your wife said with a stern, 'don't argue with me' look on her face.

"Then...then you'll take it off?"

"Take it off? The lock, not the cage."

"I...I don't understand."

"I'll take the lock off because we'll switch to a permanent fastener."

"P...permanent...but...how will we...I mean..."

"Once you cum like a girl, sweetie, you're never cumming like a boy again."

 Image from Dominant in Seattle

"God, Evan, that's exactly what I needed."

Friday, October 22, 2021

 


Just because a sissy isn't really attracted to men, just because she's only wired to fall in love with a woman, doesn't mean there isn't a part of a man she craves, desires, lusts for.


When you wife said her personal trainer worked with her on thrusters and quad stretches for the WOD, this probably isn’t what you had in mind.


 

Thursday, October 21, 2021

 


You used to just lick your wife while her bull fucked her, nervous to be so close to a man's cock and very careful to never touch him, but ultimately undertaking the task because she wanted it.

But as you licked her, as she shook in powerful orgasm from his thick cock and your skilled tongue, she would push your head down and into her pussy and on several occasions, your tongue ended up touching his cock, licking her pussy juices off it.

She would later apologize for making you lick his cock, but tell you how good it felt when your tongue  was in that spot, and the next time push it right back.

Then she started pushing your head down more until your tongue wasn't touching her pussy at all, but simply licking him, leaving just your nose to nuzzle her clit. "I'm not even licking you," you complained, "I...I'm just licking him."

"I know," she'd say, "I know...and it's so fucking hot."

And the next time they fucked, when he came, she moved her hips at just the right moment so her lover's hard, thick cock slipped out of her and right into your mouth and she pushed your head down, watching as his cock, covered in her juices and his cum, filled your mouth.

It progressed until you didn't lick her pussy during sex, you fluffed him before, sucked his balls while he fucked her, then licked him clean, only licking her after you finished with him.



 


Emily got home late last night, she was at the store doing early Christmas shopping. Around ten, I texted her I was going to bed soon, she said I didn't have to wait up. She was quiet as a mouse when she got home, but I was still awake and she probably sensed it as she climbed into bed.

"You're awake still," she whispered softly.

"Yea," I said.

"I'd take a quick back massage, but you don't have to," she said, knowing that wasn't something I ever said no to when she asked.

She was naked but for nude thong panties; I was dressed as I usually was in bed, a bra and breastforms, a babydoll, panties. I know she heard it in my breathing, must have, always could tell.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" she asked.

"Y...yes," I said gently, rubbing massage oil into her back. I knew she meant a massage like this, it had been awhile, but I knew she had another meaning as well.

"How long?" she asked, knowing I'd know.

"Al...almost twelve weeks," I answered.

She looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm sorry, you know..."

"I know," I said, "life."

"Life," she said. "You're in that zone, aren't you?"

That zone. That length of time in chastity without release where everything becomes hyper sexualized, where a glimpse of her foot makes my legs weak, where touching her thigh makes me ache, where the desire for release is so great, I do everything, anything to serve her, please her, hoping to be rewarded.

"Yes," I said in as even a tone as I could, begging in my mind, but afraid to beg. In that zone where I'd do anything to have her unlock me, anything, but also so aware, so hyper aware, I didn't want it to end. Didn't want to ruin it. Didn't want the urge, need, excitement to end. 

"Do you want me to get the key?" she asked. "Or not yet?"

"I...I don't know," I said.

"My poor love," she said, "can't decide if she wants to cum or stay locked up."

"Emily, I...I..."

"Can't decide, love, I know, I know. It's up to you..."

"I think..."

"Oh, remember, I have that thing for work on Wednesday next week. I'll be gone Tuesday night."

"That's right," I said, vaguely remembering. "I don't think you forwarded me the hotel email," I said, we did that; I kept all our travel information, work or personal, in an app.

She said nothing for a minute, let me rub her shoulder. "That feels good," she said. "I didn't book a hotel."

"Don't forget," I said, "I can set a reminder."

"No need," she said, paused. "I'm staying with a friend."

"Catherine?" I asked, a friend of hers that lived in the state capital, where she usually went for meetings. 

"No," she said, something in her voice.

"Who?"

"Evan..."

I froze. "I thought you meeting was in..."

"No, that's next month, this one's in Florida."

"F...Florida..."

"Yes," she said with almost a guilty tone. "It came up...and...well...you don't mind, do you? I thought I'd leave a little early on Tuesday so, you know, I can spend some time with him, have dinner and...well..."

The dull, familiar ache between my legs was suddenly acute. "Em..."

"You don't mind, do you? You've never minded when I've stayed with him before."

"He..."

"I didn't plan on seeing him again this year," she said, "I really didn't...I just...I had this meeting and...it just seemed like...I...he's always enjoyed having me stay with him."

"You...you've always enjoyed it, too," I said, a nervous tone in my voice.

She picked up on it, understood it. "He had his chance, Sara," she said, "it was never going to be that, this, what we have, a life, a family. He always knew. He still knows. I think at one time, before we met, he might have wondered. But he knows. There was never going to be love, it was always...you know...just...friends..."

"And sex..." I swallowed, shaking.

"Friends with benefits," she said.

"Sex," I said.

"Sex," she smiled at me. "Strong, passionate, sex, but just sex." I said nothing, just rubbed her back, lost in thought. "You're fantasizing," she chuckled.

"I am not," I lied.

"Yes you are, you know I know you. I'm sure he's fantasizing about the same thing, that long, slow, sensual blowjob."

"Em..."

"We can probably forget about unlocking for now, can't we. I mean, it's better this way, right?"

"Emily..."

"I can get a hotel, love, I...I don't have to...you know..."

"You want to?" I asked.

"Yes," she said softly, "just like you want me to."

"He's just..."

"Safe," she touched my face, "like he's always been. There, available, safe. All these years, Sara, all these years...almost a constant...I missed it when he was married...now...now he's someone to..."

"Run to?"

"No, not run," she said, "someone to turn to. All these years...I slept with him in my 20s...in my 30s...now in my 40s...I mean, barely 40s, but 40. He's safe...a man who will do what he wants but respect me, respect us. Not someone to run to, just someone to turn to. He respects what we have."

"Does he?" I asked, but she wasn't wrong.

"He's never tried to do anything emotional, love, just physical. Why would he? He knows he can be open, honest with what he wants."

"You."

"Me...for sex," she said.

I thought about the in and out of Evan over the years, knew she was right about one thing. If he wanted her like I wanted her, he'd missed that chance by years, if he ever had it. "He's what you like in a lover."

"In a man, yes," she said, a nod to me. "You can't be that...he can't be this."

"I know..."

"I'll let you pack for me...for the evening I mean..."

 


At home with her beta husband, she was always a lights off, 
missionary, sex once a month kind of woman. She assumed that was how 
things were, having occasional, unsatisfying sex just because.

Then she met him, her bull. She met him and he taught her
there was so much more to sex, so much more.

With his fingers, he brought her to her first orgasm and opened her eyes.

He made her give her first blow job and taught her to crave swallowing a man's cum.

The first time he fucked her, he made her orgasm so hard, she nearly passed out.

And then there was the first time he brought his friends, when she realized what a slut she'd become. She realized it when she had a cock in each hand, one about to enter her mouth, while her bull fingered her and told her she wasn't allowed to have any of the cocks until she begged for them.

Beg your wife did and she found herself stroking two cocks, sucking a third, while a fourth fucked her. Beg your wife did as they took turns, moved in a circle, fucking her in turn, each finally filling her with cum as she orgasmed over and over and over.

 


Wednesday, October 20, 2021

 


A good husband prepares his wife for sex just like a good wife prepares her lover for sex.



Tuesday, October 19, 2021

 


Sharing his cock with your wife is the most sissy cuckold thing in the world.



 


"What?" you asked your wife you saw her looking at you funny.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Well...I was just...you know...thinking about how sexy you looked with his cock in your mouth."



Monday, October 18, 2021

 


"So your wife tells me you said you're not wearing a bra and panty set under your clothes anymore."

"No, that...that's something for women."

"I appreciate your feelings, but that's not a decision for you."

"She can't make me!"

"No, but I can."

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

 


"What?" you ask your girlfriend when you see her giving you that 'look.'

"Nothing," she smiles.

"It's something," you answer. "What?"

"Just picturing how cute you'll look with his cock in your mouth."

"Angie!"

"My pretty little boyfriend, on his hands and knees, head bobbing up and down on thick cock."

 


Watching, you're enthralled by the sight of him rubbing his cock against your wife's pussy, fascinated how she plays with him, shocked at how he makes her cum before he's even inside her.

"Please," she begs, "please..."

"Do you want it...or do you need it?"

"I...I want it," she says, trying to push him into her.

"Want?"

"I...I need it," she says, "please, don't tease me, I...I'll do anything."

"Anything?" he chuckles.

"Anything," she says, "anything you want. Just...just fuck me, please."

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

 


Remember the days, years ago, when you pretended to be a male?

Yea, me either.

 

“Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.”

-Oscar Wilde


I'm heterosexual...whatever that means...

I'm a biological male but never thought of myself as a 'man' like men do.

I guess what it means is I've fallen in love with women, only women. 

I've never loved a man, couldn't love a man.

Yet...I've always had the urge to kneel before a man and submit.

Yet...I've always wanted to be face down while a man penetrated me from behind.

Yet...I've always wanted a man to control me, dominant me, spank me, tease me.

I couldn't love a man but I love submitting to a man.

I couldn't love a man but I could love being ordered to suck cock.

I couldn't love a man but I could love being delivered to one to serve for the night or weekend.

I couldn't love a man but I could love being his toy, his slave, his plaything.

I couldn't love a man but I could love being owned and used.

I couldn't love sucking cock but I love being forced to suck cock.

 


You didn't think a few belts could be so tight, to confining, so impossible to escape from.

To the contrary, when your wife left you on the bed, naked but for a pair of pantyhose, bound tightly, you assumed you'd escape within minutes, before he got home. But an hour later, you'd only managed to move your hands from behind you to the front and somehow, make the bondage tighter than when she left you.

So there you were, still struggling when he walked into his bedroom and found the 'gift' you're wife left.

"Well, well, well," he chuckled, seeing your predicament. "Looks like this is going to be a much better evening than I anticipated."

"Mmfffggggm," you drooled through the ring gag.

"What did your wife text me? Let's see. I left something on your bed for you to play while I'm out of town. It's yours to do what you want with until I get back on Friday. I certainly didn't expect this, I better double check this. Angie, got your present, you sure I can do anything? You know the things I said I wanted to do. Let's see, send. She's typing...she's typing...let's see, she says...I think you said you wanted to have a sissy for the week to keep tied up, spank, and use her holes like a whore...that stuff? Yea, that's definitely the stuff."




 


"You say you're not gay?" your wife asks, doubtfully.

"I...I'm not," you say, face beet red. "You...you know I love women...love you..."

"Yet that browsing history," she says, hand on her hip. "That's not the kind of porn heterosexuals look at."

"It...it's complicated," you swallow, unsure what else to say.

"You're not gay?"

"No!"

"You don't like men?"

"No, of course not."

"And you don't fantasize about sucking cock?"

It was the hesitation that gave you away. "I..."

She laughed. "Well, well...I guess I should be happy, my husband's not gay, he just wants to suck cock."

"I don't want to, I just...I don't know..."

"Fantasize about it? Are you feminized in your little fantasies? Like those videos?"

"I don't know," you lie.

"Super. On the one hand, you're not gay. On the other hand, you want to dress like a girl and suck cock."





Tuesday, October 5, 2021

 


You stood there, one foot in front of the other, hands at your sides and slightly behind you, eyes downcast as your wife and her mother walked in the room. You saw your wife hang back, watched her mother take several steps forward, felt her eyes closely examining you, looking at every inch of your nylon and satin covered body.

She walked behind you, slapped your ass. "Back straight, no slouching," your mother-in-law said, "head straight, eyes down."

"Yes, Ma'am," you said, quickly adjusting yourself.

"Her posture needs work," she said to your wife.

"Of course she does," your wife agreed, "it's only been a week."

"You've lost weight, sissy?"

"F...fifteen pounds, Ma'am," I said.

"At least another fifteen to go, your thighs are thick."

"Remember the weightlifting, mother, she's on aerobic exercises only now, she'll get there."

"At least she's got curves in the right places and no bump."

"She's wearing the smallest cage they make, the Nub, it's okay?"

I was shocked when she reached between my legs, touched my caged penis. "Mmmmffff," I mumbled as I immediately swelled to the confines of the cage. 

"For now," my mother-in-law said. "You know I won't tolerate a sissy with an erection so it's either the cage or hormones. When was her last erection?"

"Two months ago," my wife said. 

"And her last male orgasm?"

"Same, when I installed the cage."

"Two months? Perfect. That's at the peak time for missing both; kept properly teased and denied, she'll be quite agreeable to just about anything sexual, including the introduction of cock."

My eyes went wide at that; I looked up, started to say something, stopped.

"I know you think otherwise, of course, but trust me, sissy, in due course you'll forget all about what you used to do with my daughter and think instead only about what you can do to the men she brings home."

"Mother," my wife shook her head.

"She thinks she disagrees," my mother-in-law said to me, "but trust me, the first time she sees that pretty mouth wrapped around a man's cock, she'll understand the value. She'll understand."







Wishing that was Emily and me






 


Carefully, reverently, you licked tip of his cock, tasted the salty drops of pre-cum leaking from him. As you you opened your mouth, you felt the gentle pressure of your wife's hand on the back of your head, pushing you gently forward and you didn't resist, simply let the head of his cock slip past your lips. This was a culmination of months of her work with you.

You remember when you admitted it to her, the fantasy, the hidden urges. You were in bed with her, both of you dressed from head to toe in soft, pretty lingerie, your nylon clad legs wrapped around one another. She was gently touching you through your satin panties, with the tip of one finger rubbing you like a girl.

"Do you ever fantasize about being with a man?" she asked. Your blood ran cold, shocked at the question. You ignored her, pretended you didn't hear her. "No?" she said.

"I...I mean..."

"I just wondered," she said, "I mean...I know you love women, I just wondered if you ever thought about being with a man."

"N...no," you said, though it was something you thought about often.

"Never?" she asked. "Never thought about what it would be like to touch a man's cock, never thought about what it would be like to lick it? Suck it?" She continued rubbing you, playing with you, teasing you, toying with you. "Never?"

"I...I don't know," you swallowed. 

That's all it took, for over the next few months, that was her constant refrain, her work teasing out the fantasy from you, taking you from reluctantly admitting you fantasized about it to obsessing about it, thinking about it constantly.

And so as she gently pushed your mouth onto his cock, she leaned down and whispered in your ear what a good girl you were, what a good cock sucker you were.

Sunday, October 3, 2021

 


A sissy has to earn the right to suck cock; until she does, she's simply a receptacle.