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HOW I BECAME A CUCKOLDED SISSY: PART 4
It was now Saturday afternoon. Last night, after I'd
returned home from work I had been dressed in women's
clothes by my wife, Allie; introduced to her lover, Mike;
been made love to by him myself; been subjected to physical
and emotional torture by the two of them; and had it all
captured on video.
This morning I had had all my body hair removed and had
painted my own toenails while watching Mike make incredible
love to Allie. I was then taken out in women's clothes;
given multiple ear piercings (including a very real looking
penis in my right ear); and sucked a cock through a glory
hole in an adult video booth. All this was on video, except
for the part where I found out that the cock in the booth
actually belonged to Mike. Anybody watching the film would
think it belonged to a stranger.
Now I sat in the rear seat of our car in disbelief that all
this had happened in less than 24 hours. And, as the car
pulled into our driveway, I knew that my adventures for the
day were not over.
We went into the house. Again, I saw no neighbors, but
still I felt in my mind that they must have been looking at
me through their windows.
Once in the house Allie ordered me to make lunch for the
two of them.
"How about grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches?"
Mike nodded his agreement. "Just two, willow. You may have
tomato, but no sandwich. Girls must watch their figures,
you know." Allie said.
As I made lunch Mike and Allie had a glass of wine in the
living room. I heard them laughing. I peeked in, and they
were watching the video they'd shot of me. They were at the
part where I was begging to have Mike fuck my ass. I
blushed, and went back to making lunch. I was about to cut
a tomato when I thought of the effect the juice would have
on my white blouse. I went to a cabinet and pulled out an
apron. It was one I would use while grilling. It was made
of blue canvas and said, "Kiss the Chef." I thought for a
moment, and put it back. I didn't want to be reminded of
what I used to be, because it just made my current clothing
and position more humiliating. Instead, I chose an apron
that was more feminine. It was in pink gingham with a frill
around it. It had been a gift to Allie, but she wouldn't
wear it. It was too "girly" she'd said.
I finished making the sandwiches and brought them to Mike
and Allie in the living room. Allie was massaging Mike's
large cock through his pants. It was hard, and made quite
an impression on the fabric of his pants (and on me!) The
video was at the point where Gina, the girl who had pierced
my ears, was playing with my nipples. I blushed, but again
felt my cock stirring. Mike and Allie looked at me as I
came in.
"Nice apron," said Mike.
I looked down, and returned to the kitchen to eat my
tomato.
"Have a glass of wine, or two," said Allie. "I think you're
going to need it."
I ate almost an entire tomato. Having had no breakfast, I
was starving. I had two large glasses of Chablis. I really
did need them at that point.
Mike called me to retrieve the dishes. I did, and cleaned
the kitchen. As I returned to the living room Allie was
removing the videotape from the player and replacing it in
the camera.
"Upstairs, now, willow!" Allie ordered. I went upstairs,
and hesitated at the top of the steps. "Into the spare
room, willow," Allie said.
I went into our spare room. It held a desk and a computer.
It was going to be another bedroom, but we never got around
to finishing it. Allie and Mike shut the door from the
outside, leaving me alone. I sat at the desk, and put my
head in my hands. I still couldn't believe that what I
thought would always remain my fantasies were now becoming
reality, but were being taken far beyond anything I could
have dreamed of. Of course, I still wasn't sure if I
regretted the course of events, but knew that I had no
choice regardless of my desires.
I played some solitaire on the computer, then checked my
email. Nothing but ads and spam, including one for a penis
enlarger. I laughed slightly, then the tears started to
flow at the irony of this ad coming to me now.
After a half hour Mike opened the door and said, "We are
ready for you, willow."
He was still wearing the jeans and Rugby shirt he'd put on
that morning. I followed into the bedroom.
There stood Allie, and my mouth dropped. She was wearing a
black rubber corset with red side panels. The tight corset
exaggerated her already wonderful shape, narrowing her hips
and emphasizing her considerable curves. The effect was to
create a classic hourglass shape, so desirable and
attractive. The corset went to the top of her breasts,
covering them and creating an incredible rubber-covered
form of perfect breasts. No cleavage showed, and the corset
had two wide straps that ran over her shoulders. The corset
came only to her hips, and she wore no panties.
The corset had six garters hanging from it. Attached to the
garters were black stockings that came up to cover her
thighs. I could only see the thighs of the stockings,
because Allie was wearing boots that came above her knees.
They were black patent leather, with spike heels four
inches high. Her hair was done up in a severe bun. Her
makeup was heavier than I'd seen her wear before, with a
lot of eye shadow and liner, and red lipstick that was as
red and bright as the red in the corset. In her hand was a
very mean looking paddle, about 18 inches long. It was
black and made of leather, with metal studs on one side. It
had a strap that went around her wrist. She was gently
tapping it on the side of her boot.
My mouth dropped open in a combination of awe and fear.
"Close your mouth, willow dear." Allie said. "I may or may
not use this paddle on you. And if I do I may or may not
use the studded side. That is up to you."
I now knew some of what had been in the bag from the
bookstore.
Mike came up behind me. He started to kiss my neck. I
nearly melted. As he was doing this he unbuttoned, and then
removed, my blouse. I stood there in skirt, bra, hose and
heels. Mike then placed a wig on my head. Not the blond,
curly one from before, but a short black wig with very fine
hair. The front of the hair was swept slightly forward. He
then moved to the rear of the video camera, which was on a
tripod.
Allie strode toward me and said simply, "Kneel."
I did.
With the paddle she gently pushed my head down till the
bottom of my wig was touching the toe of her left boot.
"Kiss it," she ordered.
I began gently kissing the toe of the boot. "No, willow,"
said Allie. "Not a friendly kiss. A passionate one. You are
going to make love to my boots."
I wrapped my hands around the back of the boot and started
kissing the toe as though it was a lover, rather than just
footwear. I used my tongue, and moved my head around.
"Good," said Mike from behind the camera, "but show more
tongue."
I started alternating between passionate kisses and licking
the leather. Though it was patent leather, it was still
soft and flexible.
Allie gently tapped my rear with the paddle and said,
"Start your way up dear, but slowly."
I worked my way up from the toe to her ankle and shin. I
still was kissing the boot like I was in love with it, and
licking it as well. After several minutes I'd reached the
top of the boot. I knew to stop, rather than venture to
Allie's thigh without her permission.
Allie used the paddle to force my head down to the toe of
the right boot. I knew what to do without a word from
Allie, and repeated my oral love making on this second
boot. I again stopped at the top, and leaned back, still in
a kneeling position.
Mike moved a chair up behind Allie. She sat down and
crossed her left leg over her right.
"Suck the heel, willow, like you sucked that stranger's
cock in the video booth." I knew this remark about a
stranger was meant for the video camera.
I lifted her foot to my face and started to suck the heel
as she had ordered. I licked it, then began taking it in
and out, in and out. The bottom of the wig swung back and
forth as I moved my head in and out. After a while Allie
reversed her legs, and I began the same process on the
other heel.
"Stop!" ordered Allie. I did, and returned to my kneeling
position, head down.
Allie stood up from the chair and walked over to the
dresser. From one of my drawers she withdrew a pair of
breast forms. I wondered if any of my old clothes were
still there.
She showed me the rear of the breast forms. They were
hollow. Extending from the center was a post. On each end
of the post was a clip. The other end attached to the
inside of the breast form. I knew the purpose of the
clipped end, and cringed visibly.
"Do you like them?" asked Mike. "I made them myself at the
theater. We always have falsies around for guys who play
women's roles or drag roles. It was simple to add the posts
and clips. I'd say they were a 'C' cup size."
Allie reached down, pulled one cup of the bra out, attached
the clip to my nipple, and replaced the bra cup. Luckily
the tension on the clip wasn't that strong. If my nipples
hadn't already been sore this wouldn't have hurt. As it was
there was a constant pain in that nipple. Allie then
repeated the procedure on my other nipple, and both were in
pain.
"Stand up and look in the mirror, willow," Allie ordered.
I did so, and a very pretty young lady, with short black
hair and a nice figure, including well-shaped and nice-
sized tits, looked back at me. I think I was falling in
love with myself! As I was transfixed by the reflection
Mike came up behind me. First he removed my skirt. Then he
caressed my new breasts. The feel of his touch was
transferred directly to my nipples by the posts and clips.
I purred from the pleasure this gave me, and started to
melt into Mike's arms. As I did he pulled me back into the
chair.
He placed my hands on the arms of the chair, and produced
two leather straps from his back pocket. My arms were
strapped to the arms of the chair. Allie produced two more
straps; Mike took them, and secured my ankles to the legs
of the chair. There I sat, in bra, panties, and hose and
heels. Despite my predicament my cock was very hard,
probably due both to my excitement of actually having
"breasts" and the pleasure Mike had given me when he
caressed them.
Allie walked over to the dresser again, and again opened my
drawer. She took out what looked like a black leather
athletic supporter. I couldn't see it clearly, since it was
in front of her, hidden from my view. She asked Mike to
give her a hand. He knelt down and helped her lift one
booted leg up and put her foot through the strange leather
harness, and then he helped her put the other foot through
as well. Together they shimmied the strange harness up the
boots, over her thighs, and up to her waist.
"Ready, willow?" asked Allie.
Then she turned around. To my utter amazement there was a
cock sticking out of her crotch. It was about 10 inches
long, and realistically shaped. It was only slightly darker
than her own skin color. If I didn't know better, I'd have
sworn I was looking at a shemale with a large cock, rather
than my wife with a dildo attached to a harness.
Allie walked towards me. "Mike thinks you have the makings
of an excellent cocksucker, willow. But I think you need
more practice."
She moved toward the chair, and stood directly in front of
me. She took the dildo in her hand and rubbed it up and
down my cheeks.
"Do you want it, dear willow?" she asked. "Tell me how
badly you want to suck my cock!"
"Yes, I want to suck your cock, Allie. I want to feel you
in my mouth. I will do whatever you ask, and if that
includes sucking my wife's cock, I will do so."
"Are you my sissy husband?"
"Yes, I am your sissy husband."
"Do you want to be a great cocksucker?"
"Yes, I want to be an excellent cocksucker."
"Are you ready to practice being an excellent faggot?"
I hesitated. That word was one I hated. I would never use
it to describe another person, as it was just so mean and
derogatory. Allie knew this, too, and it hurt me that she
would use it to describe me. Sensing my hesitation, she
began to question me.
"Did you suck Mike's cock?"
"Yes."
"Did Mike fuck you in the ass?"
"Yes."
"Did you suck the cock of a strange man in the video
booth?"
"But..."
Allie slapped me hard across the face, then leaned down to
whisper in my ear. "Remember, willow, you did not know
whose cock it was when you started to suck it. And Mike is
not on the camera in that scene. Reconsider your answer,
dear."
"Yes, I sucked the cock of a strange man," I said.
"Well, I guess that makes you a faggot, doesn't it?"
I softly replied, "Yes." I wondered if that didn't make
Mike one too, but was smart enough not to say anything.
Allie again took her 'cock' in her hand, and started to
stroke it up and down.
"Ooh, I think it's hard now, just the way you like it. Suck
my cock, sissy willow, and show me just how good you are."
Allie strode to me, and positioned herself, standing
between my legs. She put her hands behind my head and
pulled me towards her 'cock'.
I took it in my mouth, and just held it there. Allie, still
with her hand on my head, started moving her "cock" in and
out of my mouth. Thrusting her hips, she shoved the dildo
in and out, not allowing me to take any initiative. She
kept pushing it, pushing deeper and deeper. Finally she
shoved it all the way in, and kept it there. I felt like
gagging, but was able to suppress the reflex by shifting my
head a little, allowing the 'cock' to slide into my throat.
"Ooh, that feels good, doesn't it, willow?" asked Allie.
"Oh, you can't respond, can you? But I see your little cock
is very hard, so I guess that means yes, dear."
Allie slowly slid the dildo out of my mouth. "Now, willow,
suck it on your own."
I kissed the head of the dildo, and then slid my tongue
along its shaft, and licked all around the head. I then
started going down on it, moving my head back and forth,
forcing the dildo deeper by my own choice. I was not being
forced; this one was for my own pleasure. And I loved the
movement of the hair of the wig as I moved my head in and
out. Just as I was in a near state of delirium from this
activity, Allie stepped away. I instinctively leaned
forward as she withdrew her 'cock', following it with my
mouth open.
Mike and Allie both laughed. "She really does want that
cock, doesn't she." said Mike. "Maybe I'll give her another
chance with a real one."
"Not yet, Mike dear," said Allie. "I have other plans
first."
She walked over to my chair, with her 'cock' bobbing, and
started to stroke my own cock through my panties.
"Would you like to cum, willow?" she asked. I nodded, with
my head back and eyes closed.
Allie held out her hand to Mike, and he handed her a shoe -
one of Allie's own high heels. She pulled my panties down,
freeing my cock. She slipped the shoe onto my cock, so that
the head went into the toe. Then she started moving the
shoe up and down on my cock. The friction was driving me
close to the edge. I started bucking with my hips, driving
my cock deeper into her shoe. When Ally bent down and
kissed me on the ear, I lost it, and came forcefully into
the high heel.
But I was not allowed to rest for a second. Allie
immediately put the shoe to my mouth. I didn't need any
directions. I licked my own cum from the shoe, and
swallowed it all.
Mike turned off the camera, and said, "Damn, that was hot!"
Allie smiled. "Yes, we will have to work hard to top this.
But I have some ideas."
Mike came up behind her, and started kissing her neck and
fondling her breasts through the rubber corset.
"Yes, I'm sure you do," he said, "and I can't wait."
Sitting there bound to the chair, I was sure I would not
have to wait. But I wasn't sure if her ideas were ones to
wait for, or dread.
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