Sunday, December 5, 2021

 


I'd say this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you, but...well...I'm the one holding the crop.

Friday, December 3, 2021

Taken

 


I was aware she was watching me, watching carefully to see how I'd act...and react. 

"He expects submission," she'd warned me, "he expects you to be demure, respectful of his authority, to acknowledge he's the only man here."

"I...I know," I swallowed, self conscious as always at my feminine appearance.

"He knows it's your first time so he expects you'll be nervous and that's fine, in fact he likes it that way, so it's okay to act shy."

"It...it won't be acting," I tell her, "I am nervous and I will be shy."

"He'll love it," she smiles, "nothing turns him on more than a reluctant sissy...but..."

"But?"

"He'll expect you to submit and so do I," she said, "as nervous as you may be, as confused, conflicted, reluctant, all that, when you're there, on your knees in front of him, I expect you and he expects you to close your eyes, lean forward, and take his cock in that pretty mouth of yours and give him the best blow job you can."

So in the moment, I did just that. Hand shaking ever so slightly, I reached for the shaft of his cock, closed my eyes and leaned forward, mouth open, carefully took the large head into my mouth, licking the tip as I did, tasting the salty precum.

"That's it, slut," he said in his deep, authoritative voice, "use that mouth for what it was made for."

He stood perfectly still. I expected to feel his hand on my head, pushing my mouth onto his cock like I'd seen him do often to my wife, but just stood there, smiling, groaning quietly in encouragement. So all movement was up to me, everything that happened was because I did it, I wanted it. 

He was proving a point, I knew as I took more of his cock into my mouth, moved back and forth, each time taking another quarter or half inch. His expectations set, he was making me realize as scared as I was, I was willing, even eager, to suck his cock.

I did it for five minutes, ten, licking him, sucking him. I couldn't take all of it in my mouth like my wife could, it was too long and thick to do that the first time, but I did the best I could, getting more excited as he did, more eager as I realized how much he enjoyed it.

It was only at the end he took my head into his strong hands, holding my mouth halfway down his shaft as he exploded.

"Swallow, swallow, swallow," my wife whispered in my ear, "every drop, swallow every drop."

I did, gagging only once, but I did, tasting and swallowing every drop of his cum, every drop.

She never has but I'd be lying if I said I don't fantasize about it

 




Thursday, December 2, 2021

The most erotic scent in the world? Your wife's pussy filled with a man's cum.

 



 


A reminder that intimacy between a sissy and her wife can happen
 just fine without sissy's cage ever being unlocked.

 


You told him you weren't into men and he said he understood, knowing it was all a lie.

 


When you're as hungry from your wife's lover as she is.

 


Her: What do you think?

Me: He...he's very large.

Her: No, what do you think about the girl?

Me: Girl? What girl?





Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Conditions

 


A good bull knows it's important to keep a cuckold involved in his wife's sex life. So while the cuckold may not get what he wanted, the bull will allow the wife to play with the cuckold's penis whenever she wants so long as:

1. The cuckold is kept in chastity, and

2. She only does it when he, the bull, is fucking her.

Nervous

 


A good wife knows her sissy husband will be nervous about this, so she's there for her, teaching her, training her how to please a man.

Monday, November 29, 2021

Benefits

 


One of the huge benefits of long-term chastity is helping a sissy understand and accept 
the happiness she gets from pleasing a man.

Saturday, November 27, 2021


"What?" my wife's lover said, seeing the look on her face. 

"I don't know," she said, glancing over at me sitting on the bed, "is...is all that really necessary."

"What bothers you? The lingerie or the cage?"

"I don't know...maybe both..."

"Have there been complaints?" he demanded of her.

"I...I don't know...maybe...a few..."

He glared at me, a menacing look. "I'll deal with you later," he said.

"It was nothing," my wife said, defending me, "just something between a married couple, just an off-hand comment."

"It doesn't matter if it's an off-hand comment," he corrected my wife.

"It just seems...it seems like so much."

"Have there been any arguments since we started with feminization?"

"No, but..."

"That's the point," he said, "breaking her of any illusion she's still the man in your marriage."

"I know, but...but the cage...he...sorry, Sir, she...she's sore."

"I warned her, didn't I?"

"Yes, but..."

"I warned her...if she touched herself without permission; if she tried to initiate sex, I warned her."

"It just...it just seems like so long...I mean...a year...I understand starting with a month, but a year?"

"Now it's two," he said in that voice.

"But Sir..."

"Now it's three," he said. "Next word, it's permanent." 




 

 


Your wife flirted with him all night, the mysterious, tall, muscular stranger.

At one point, you lost track of her for half an hour, wondered what happened.

When you got home, you found out, realized you were, once and forever, a cuckold.

Sunday, November 21, 2021

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At some point a sissy has to realize this isn't just phase.

Saturday, November 20, 2021

Satisfaction

 


When a couple is so overcome with the joy their dominant bull brings to their marriage they can't help kissing deeply.




Friday, November 19, 2021

Discoveries

 

While you and your wife played around a cuckolding, even dating a couple of different guys, she was reluctant when the two of you met him.

She'd heard rumors about black men, how they were bigger, aggressive, dominant, demanding rather than asking, taking rather than hoping. 

Her worries were well founded. He was a force of nature, easily establishing himself as the alpha male in your marriage, easily asserting control over your wife in the bedroom.

But she discovered something about herself, that sex could be so much more than what it was with you. That sex with a man who held her down and fucked her hard and fast brought her to orgasmic heights she'd never known were possible.


 


"Whiskey," the tuxedo clad man calls from his chair with a snap of his fingers. 

One of his black lingerie clad assistants beckons you with an impatient waive of her hand. You approach at a deliberate but careful pace, stop one foot before him as you'd been instructed, carefully pour his drink into a glass, afraid to spill even a drop. 

"Mmmmmmmm," you hear from the naked woman kneeling closest to you as her fingers play with her soaking wet pussy, as she continues to masturbate as she and the other kneeling women have been doing for the last fifteen minutes.

You continue to pour his drink, aware of his piercing gaze, aware he's watching for the slightest glance you make towards the naked woman.

"Have you chosen, Sir," the woman to your left asks.

"That one," he waives his hand towards the row of kneeling women. "The one moaning. Does she have limits? You know I won't use condoms."

"That one's married, Sir, her only limit is permanent marking; otherwise you're free to use her as you wish. You need not be gentle if so inclined."

"Married?"

"We've begun accepting couples, Sir, some of our clients requested it."

"What do the husbands do?"

"Some work on the grounds, some are made available to female guests...or males who prefer that sort of thing. A special few are feminized..."

I saw him look closely at me. "This one?"

"Yes, Sir. In fact, I believe this one is married to of these sluts."

"One of these?" he asked, looking directly at me.

"Answer him, slave," the woman snarled at me.

"Y...yes, Sir," I said, mouth dry.

"Do tell, which one of these sluts are you paired with?"

"The...the one you've chosen, Sir," I said softly.

He smiled. "No permanent marks?"

"No permanent marks," the woman next to me answered. "Will you require anything?"

"Collar, leash, and cuffs and a short handled crop," he answered, looked to me. "It's an amazing instrument, the short handled crop. Nothing finer to use on a woman's pussy."





"You're blushing," he said as I stood before him feeling small, vulnerable, afraid.

"I...I've never...you know...dressed like this for...for a man."

"You've never been with a man?"

"N...no."

"Because you don't want to or because you're afraid."

"I...I like women," I said, my standard defense.

"That didn't answer my question. You've never been with a man because you don't want to or because you're afraid."

"I...I'm scared," I whispered.

"That it will hurt?"

"Yes," I whispered again.

"That you'll like it?"

"Yes," I managed to say.

"It will hurt some," he said, "but you won't like it, you'll love it."

 

Female Led Company


"So, any questions about the HR manual?" the CEO asked me on my first day as controller of the company.

"No...I mean...I guess I don't understand Section 4, the, um..."

"Sexual harassment policy?"

"It's...unusual."

"What don't you understand?"

"The whole proactive part, I guess."

"It's simple, really, I wrote it myself and made it short enough so any employee can repeat it from memory. This is a female owned and female led company. We assume all male employees could harass female employees so adopt proactive procedures to prevent such an occurrence."

"I get that," I said, "it just doesn't refer to the proactive procedures. Like banning flirting and things like that."

"No, that's unrealistic. Men and women will flirt at work. Men and women date at work. We're not unrealistic about the ways of the world."

"So what, then?"

"It's simple. All male employees are required to wear lock chastity devices."

"C...chastity devices...like..."

"Locked belts or cages that prevent them from growing erect, masturbating, or otherwise engaging in typical male sexual behavior."

"You're not serious."

"I'm very serious. All male employees, from the mail room to the C-suite are required to wear locked devices."

"At...at work?"

"No, 24/7."

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Edge

 

"You were such a good boy last night," your wife says, stroking your penis with her fingers, fast enough to excite you, but not hard enough to make you cum.

"T...thank you, Ma'am," you mumble, so excited to be released from chastity for the first time in months, you almost don't care if she let's you squirt.

"So good, so...so obedient. I know you hate wearing the maid's uniform for him, but you were such a good sport, bringing us drinks, using your manners, curtseying for him, putting him at ease. I know he wasn't sure about it, but you made quite the impression."

"I...I tried, Ma'am," you swallow, silently begging her with your eyes to stroke harder, to let you cum after all these months locked up.

"In fact, you were so good he asked me if he can borrow you this weekend."

"B...borrow me?"

"He's having friends of his over for poker night, thought it might be cute if you served them."

"S...served them?"

"In uniform, of course, one of your short, satin dresses. I assume there will be some grab ass and the like, but he'll make sure it doesn't go too far."

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, suddenly feeling hope she'd finish.

"I told him yes, you know I can't say no to him. It's too bad, though, I was going to let you squirt today...but you know we can't have that...better to keep you on edge, no?"


Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Knowledge

 


"You know, my husband thinks I don't like sucking cock."

"Why the hell would he think that?"

"Because I refuse to ever give him a blow job."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, never once have these lips or this mouth touched that little penis of his."

Monday, November 15, 2021

Punished


"What...what are you going to do with that?" I asked my wife's lover when he came into the bedroom where she'd left me tied to the bed.

"Punish you."

"P...punish me?"

"What's my rule, sissy?"

"But she said..."

"What's my rule?" he demanded, slapping the crop on the bed.

I involuntarily closed my legs. "S...sissies don't cum without permission..but...but she said..."

"Without permission from whom?" he demanded.

"F...from you," I swallowed.

"Spread your legs."

"M...my legs? Why?"

"It's your sissy clit that misbehaved, it's your sissy clit that's going to be punished."

"But...but she did it," I said, looking over his shoulder to my wife who stood in the door, watching. "What...what about her?"

"Oh, she'll be punished, too, sissy, all in good time. But we start with you."

Emily has the prettiest blue eyes



Inverse Relationship

 

The smaller the chastity cage the bigger a cock a sissy wants to suck.

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Eyes

 Cosmopolitan always mentions how erotic it is to look your lover in the eyes while you suck his cock. 


Rarely do they mention how erotic it is to look your husband in the eyes while sucking your lover's cock.