Training a reluctant sissy to understand cock is the only thing, the everything in her life.

 

 

"It's a lot more money to buy this dress than rent you a tuxedo," your mother shook her head, "but if you want to go to prom as a girl, well, I'm not going to stop you."

 

What Emily and I are missing during this stupid pandemic. 

At the glory hole, no man cares what's between your legs, sissy, so long as your mouth does its job.

 

"Listen, this isn't complicated, lower your pants and show me your panties and the cage," your mother-in-law said, anger creeping into her voice. "I told my daughter I'd check in on you when she was gone and I intend to keep my promises."

Merry Christmas

 

"Not quite what you expected, is it?" your wife whispers in your ear.

"N...no, but...but it's okay," you say, pressing back against her naked body, happy to feel her arms around you. "I thought...I mean...I assumed..."

She chuckles softly, remembering your eyes when you opened your Christmas present from him, an engraved card promising you a night with your wife free from your chastity cage. "You thought you were going to put it inside me."

"Yes," you sigh, "it's been more than a year."

"I know, love, I know. It's better this way, you know that."

"I...I just miss it sometimes."

"I know, love, I know. At least he didn't cuff our hands to collars," she says moving her hand between your legs, taking your penis in your hand. "It's still soft," she says, surprised.

"It...it hasn't been out of the cage for over a year...and the hormones..."

"See, it is better this way, it's so much better."

 

"Why...why are you taking a picture?" you asked your wife when she pulled out her phone.

"He wants proof that your caged, hon, you know how possessive he is."

"You're sending that to Robert???" you yelp, knowing exactly who 'he' means.

"Why not? He'll think it's cute. Plus it will put his mind at ease when he's out of town."

"

The beauty of not knowing who your wife brought home because who he is isn't important. 

What matters, sissy, is how well you please him is. 

And how well you obey.

 

 

What's daddy going to do to you, sissy?

Anything he fucking wants. Anything.

All the years your wife said she didn't like giving blowjobs? 

Yea, she was kind of lying.

 

 

You sat quietly on the floor, watching your wife kneeling before her lover, giving him a wet, hungry blowjob, sucking his cock like it was the only thing in the world, the only thing in existence, the only thing that mattered to her. 

She'd given you a few blowjobs in your life, but nothing like this, when she did it to you, she was disinterested, distracted, like she was disgusted with what she was doing. 

Now, she was literally worshipping his cock while you watched.

You sat quietly, knowing the slightest peep would get you banned from the room, now and forever. So you sat quietly and watched, your own penis hard at the virtual porn show before you, the one staring your wife and her bull lover.

You didn't dare touch your erection, though, in fact you sat on your hands to avoid the temptation, knowing that too would get your banned. 

You watched as he started grunting, guided her head, fucked your wife's mouth. "That's it, slut," he growled, "that's it!" 

You could tell the moment he erupted, just the head was in her mouth and you could tell by her face the taste of his cum was on her tongue. She was careful, you watched it, watched her hold it in her mouth as he pulled his cock from her and cum shot from it, onto her face, her neck, her breasts, covered them.

The second he was done, the second he released her head, she lay on the bed, motioned for you to crawl to her, to come to her.

You did, kissed her, disgusted at what you were doing, ashamed how badly you wanted it. She opened her mouth when you did, her tongue pushed his first shot of cum into your mouth, the musky, salty, thick glob you quickly swallowed.

"Such a good boy," she whispered to you, looked at her lover, pleased you were complying with his demand, knowing it made him happy to see you submit like this when he was there.

"Now the rest," she said, ever so gently pushing your head down to her neck and breasts so you could patiently lick the rest of his mess, continue to debase yourself in his presence. 

"Honey, can I?' she asked him, not you, her eyes darting down to your erection.

"No," her lover answered to your dismay, "but I'm not cruel, he can himself...into your hands...if he cleans it up, too."

I sighed, knew what I'd do, ashamed I'd do it. It was one thing to lick his cum clean when I was horny, but it was another to lick my own when I wasn't.

That look she gives you, that look that says you're in for a very long night.

That look that says, yes, the cage is coming off, but no, no you're not going to cum.

That look that says you're in for hours of teasing and denial.

Poor sissy, orgasms are for real men.

A bull should make it very clear to a couple that the wife's body belongs to him, and him alone.

 

As an experienced bull, he knows his primary initial tasks is to establish a number of clear expectations for both you and your wife.

For example, she's expected to serve him sexually, how ever he wants, whenever he wants. She's not his wife, he doesn't beg for sex, negotiate for sex, or bargain for sex. He makes demands, she complies.

And you're expected to assume the quite, submissive role in his presence. If he demands a blowjob in your kitchen before taking her to dinner, you keep you keep quiet when she drops to her knees.

He's teaching you two a lesson, sex is his domain, not yours. Her body is his, not yours. 

While her heart, mind, and soul belong to you, her sexuality does not. 

 

That feeling your wife gets when she looks in the mirror and watches herself as she thrusts her dildo forward, fucking you, and she wonders once again why she was ever opposed to feminizing you.

 

Is it difficult seeing your wife's perfect ass covered just in pretty panties, framed by her garter straps, knowing only two things separates you from her sweet, sweet pussy: that little piece of delicate fabric. and her lover.

It all belongs to him, now that soft body, that round ass, that moist pussy. 

Her emotions, her heart, her tenderness, those are yours, but that body belongs to him.

 

 

Last night your wife was out late volunteering at your daughter's elementary school, helping organize the delivery for the annual Christmas poinsettia sale.

Tonight she's going to be out late because her last delivery was at her master's loft and he has some special holiday gifts for her.  

"Honey, it's just overnight, I'll be home by lunch, I promise," your wife said softly when you complained about her spending the night.

"It's just...I don't know...it seems different somehow."

"Well you can't expect him to keep renting hotel rooms and driving me home we're done, can you? That's kind of, I don't know, disrespectful. I assume he'd like to go to sleep when we're done. Men get so tired after sex."

"But going to his place? Spending the night? That...that's so..."

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yea," you swallowed.

"I kind of am his girlfriend, aren't I? I mean, he takes me out, we do things, we have regular dates. We screw. And if I'm his girlfriend, I think he has a right to expect I'll spend the night with him instead of rush home to my husband."

"But I...I like..." you stopped, didn't want to finish the thought.

"Is that what this is about? Me coming home and you doing naughty things? I know you don't like admitting to liking it, but is that what this is about?"

"N...no," you lied.

"Honey, if I'm spending the night, I'm sure there's going to be morning sex. I'll still come home and let you do that thing you like to do."

"No, I..."

"There will be more of it," she teased you, "you know, from night and morning."

 

 

Doesn't every sissy fantasize about being on her hands and knees, her clit locked in a chastity cage, offering her virgin ass pussy to a man?

You think you like it now, sissy, just wait till you try the real thing.

 

 

"Can you come home early, I have a surprise for you," my wife tested me mid-Friday afternoon.

"What time? What kind of surprise?"

"A sexy one; be home at five," she responded.

Sexy? I stared at my phone, it had been some time since she'd flirted like that. It wasn't that we didn't have intimacy, we did, that wasn't the problem, just since...well...it had been awhile since we did more than massages, cuddling, petting. 

I finished at work, drove home, stomach flipping, excited. The house was dark but for one light in the kitchen, two wine glasses were under the light, a note.

"Bring these and a bottle of wine, love," the note said in my wife's handwriting.

I smiled, god it had been too long. I smiled, hung up my coat, got a bottle of white wine, brought it and the two glasses to the only other light I saw, from the bedroom.

Amy was there, perched on a chair in the corner, wearing lingerie I'd never seen before. Black stockings held up by a red garter belt, a red bra under a sheer black top, a tiny skirt, high black heels.

"Holy shit, Amy," I swallowed, set the wine glasses and bottle down.

"Sweetie, I..."

"You...you look...I mean..."

"Sweetie," she said, swallowing nervously.

"She's quite the sight, isn't she/" I heard a familiar voice from behind me, one I hadn't heard in almost three months. I jumped, turned.

"M...Mark," I gasped, "what...what are you doing here, I...I thought you were in Dubai?"

"Mark, what are you doing here?" he repeated sternly, "three months and you forget all the rules?"

I said nothing for fifteen seconds, still stunned he was here, stunned he was in our bedroom, now, at this moment.

"Well?" he asked again with that ever present smirk.

"I...no...no, Sir," I stammered, lowered my head, the room still dizzy. "I...I'm pleased you could be here, Sir, is there...is there anything I can get you/"

"A glass of wine," he nodded to the glasses and bottle, "once you're properly attired, of course."

I looked at my wife who'd said nothing, who just sat there watching the interplay between her husband and her dominant lover, who sat there and watched how easily he assumed the role of the alpha male in the house, how easily he picked up the reins of control after being gone for three months. "Y...yes, Sir."

Mark was dressed smartly, as usual, in a grey wool tailored suit cut for his muscular frame, an open collared dress shirt, perfect shoes. I, on the other hand, was over dressed. One of his rules was when he was at our home I was to be naked at all times. Naked, the differences between us was highlighted, especially to Amy, my thin, almost effeminate body; my small penis, hard, smaller than he was soft; nothing masculine; nothing.

I went to the closet; Mark stepped aside to let me pass. "I'm disappointed, you know the rules."

I didn't know he was going to be there, so, in my defense, I wasn't intentionally violating his rule. But that didn't matter to him. "I...I'm sorry, Sir," I said, knowing the impact that small apology would have on my wife, the impact of that act of submission.

He stopped me, grabbed my arm. "We'll discuss that later."

"Yes, Sir," I said, knowing what he meant by discuss, that punishment was sure to be dished out.

I returned to the room two minutes later, this time naked. It was cold in the closet, colder than the bedroom, so my penis was at it's smallest state and I saw him glance down. "Some things never change, do they? Have you been inside her since I left?"

"N...no, Sir, we...I mean..."

"He's asked, but I have not let him," Amy said from the chair.

Mark looked at my wife; I could see the hunger in his eyes. "Come here, pet," he said to my wife, "have a glass of wine with me."

I knew my task now, poured them each a glass of wine. I had so many questions, like why was he back already, how long was he staying, where was he staying, what were his intentions. He knew as well as I the questions running through my mind.

"Ten days," he said, reading my mind. 

"I...I moved some things to the spare room," Amy said, meaning the small, sparsely furnished bedroom in the basement as opposed to the second master that was our guest room. That answered several questions, that he'd be here the whole time, staying in our bedroom with my wife, while I was re-assigned to the basement.

"Thank...thank you, Sir," I said, knowing he expected some acknowledgment from me. The things would be minimal--toiletries, linens, the books I was reading. No clothing, nothing luxurious. In the hierarchy of this house, I was regulated to the bottom, to servant, if not slave.

Mark reached for my wife, put his arm around her possessively, his strong hand landed on her breast. "That's all for tonight," he dismissed me. "Amy and I have catching up to do."

What do you do when you open the door and see your wife enthusiastically sucking a man's cock?

Go down to the basement and give them some privacy, they're going to be awhile.

 

"What? I'm suddenly not allowed to have any guy friends," your girlfriend looks at you. "That's kind old fashioned, isn't it?

"I...I don't mind you having guy friends, but...but you look like you're getting dressed for a date."

"We're going to a nice restaurant and he's buying me an expensive dinner, I can at least look nice for him, can't I?"

"That's different than a date how?"

She shrugged. "You're being possessive again," she countered. "It's just dinner and maybe a drink at his place after."

"Angela!"

"Nothing's going to happen," she assures you, knowing something is going to happen. Knowing you know it, too.

 I'd credit this if I could because this is fucking perfect.

A good wife sucks cock.

A really good wives bring a friend to help.

A naughty wife helps her friend suck her friend's husband's cock.

A really naughty wife does this while her husband is locked in chastity, watching.