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Post-Sea Saga Part II
Note: this is a continuation of the author's series on the adventures
of a couple deeply in love, who explore together the delights of D/s,
with him as the eagerly willing submissive to her exquisite and loving
Dominant. Currently, they are in the process of turning him into a
humiliated sissy cuckold.
"Clean me, little pussy," my wife commanded, and I moved between her
legs, licking and swallowing the juices that coated her pussy as well
the remnants of my cum, most of which was drying on my cock, balls, and
belly, where it had dripped once she had withdrawn from atop me.
"Ummmmmmm," she sighed as I lapped and sucked, but finally she
reluctantly pushed me away. "Go clean up, and put on your little-girl
panties."
I obeyed and returned, mincing as I was required to do when cross-
dressed. The white cotton panties revealed the presence of my semi-
erect cock, and my toes showed the pink polish I was allowed to wear at
all times. I felt very foolish and vulnerable.
"You are SUCH a sissy!" my wife grinned as she looked at me. She was
back on the sofa, cross-legged, her pert breasts with hard nipples. She
looked at once regal, beautiful, and playful.
Snapping her fingers she motioned me to the floor. "I think I know whom
I want," she announced.
This was no longer fantasy. It was going to happen. My wife was going
to fuck another man. My heart began to pound, and my throat was dry as
I asked, "Who, Mistress?"
"Billy," she answered.
Billy? My mind was blank, and then it dawned on me. "Billy, the pool
kid?" I asked.
"Yes, dear," she grinned down at me, her eyes sparkling. "Billy the
pool kid."
We used a pool and yard service--I did the mowing, and Cathy and I
liked to flower garden, but the pool and the weed and feed stuff was
more than I cared to take on. For the last two years, the same person
had worked on our yard and pool, and we had gotten to know him a bit.
Billy looked to be about 20. He was rather shy, particularly around
Cathy, who I'm sure was a MILF in his dreams and fantasies. (She isn't
20, but she still is a hot topic with her cute pageboy, blond hair; her
velvet gray eyes, and her trim figure.) He was respectful towards me,
and Cathy and I often chatted with him. We learned he lived with his
parents and had a steady girlfriend. Not particularly bright, Billy's
planning for the future was nonexistent. It didn't seem that he was
much into the "hip-hop" culture. Just a nice, kinda dumb kid.
Dumb but cute: Billy stood about six feet and was slim but well-built.
Dirty-blond hair and blue eyes and a fetching, shy smile. While pretty
irredeemably straight, I recognized that he was at attractive guy. An
image flashed into my mind of his fucking Cathy and her loving it.
"I think he'd be fun to seduce," she giggled, breaking in on but
confirming my imagination.
She continued remorselessly: "And obviously his cock has to be bigger
than yours." I looked down at the floor. "Doesn't it?" Her voice was
sharp.
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.
"Yes." Her voice was triumphant.
I looked up at her and saw her stoking herself. "Oh, MY!" she purred,
"To have a real cock in me! And in my mouth. Of course I'd want to suck
him. Ooooooooo, there would be SO many ways to enjoy that young stud!"
She looked down at me with a little moue. "I know you try, little one,
but... well, you just aren't much of a man are you?"
"No, Mistress." It was at once utterly humiliating and immensely
exciting. "I know I can't please you like a real man." My cock was
jutting, poking against my panties. It was around five inches, hard.
While I knew in my mind that my cock (and my lips and tongue) had
pleased Cathy quite well and quite frequently, hearing her words and
being required to confirm them hurt and frightened me.
"And you want me to be able to cum and enjoy sex, don't you?" she
asked.
"Yes, Lady, I love you."
"I know you do, sweet boy," she smiled with immense tenderness in her
voice and look. However, that look vanished, and she gazed directly
into my eyes as she instructed, "So tell me what you want me to do?"
I kept my gaze on her and answered, "I want you to seduce Billy and
have him fuck you."
She reached out and took my face between the palms of her hands. "Tell
me EXACTLY what you want to happen. Give me detail! I want you to beg
me to let him take me, my pitiful little sissy."
This was how I served her. The deep self-humiliation and emasculation.
The creativity and imagination I brought to my submission was a special
thing for her, just as hers was for me. I performed: "Please let him
stick his big, hard cock into your pussy, Mistress. Please let him fuck
you and fill you with his man's cock. Cum from being fucked by a real
man." I was crying softly, and we were both utterly focused--her warm,
strong hands on me and our eyes staring into one another's deepest
inwardness. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing rapidly. Her
hand continued to move on herself.
It was a kind of intoxication, and I continued: "Suck his cock, please!
Let him cum in your mouth, swallow his cum! Lick his balls, and let him
dominate your body. Oh, please, Mistress! Please tell me how good it
feels to you, how much more he pleases you than I do. Show me what a
pitiful little sissy I am. You need a man!"
I was starting almost to babble, and she stopped me, very gently, with
a fingertip on my lips. She drew me up on the couch next to her and
held me close to her. I was sobbing now. "There, there, little sissy,"
she crooned. I moved tightly against her warmth, the smooth, warm,
woman of her. Her hands stroked me--my hair, my face, my shoulders. She
continued to quietly talk to me--"you're my very good boy. I love my
good boy so. You are so special to me, sweet, sweet boy, and you do
things for me no one else could or would be willing to. I love nobody
but you. I will always be with you and you with me. Sweet, good boy.
You are always my sweet, good boy."
The move from humiliation and fear and self-doubt to peace and joy and
utter security in my wife's arms was like darkness turning into
beautiful, shining, bright dawn. My sobs stopped, and my body relaxed,
and my lips partially moved and partially were guided by her to her
nipple, and we lay with one another there on the couch, in a state of
peace, which really cannot be described, only experienced.
Returning to mundane reality, eventually, we disengaged and sat up.
"Whew!" my wife said, "I need something to drink... and something to
put on! I'm freezing!" We both were shivering.
"I'll turn up the furnace and get us some coffee," I volunteered, and
she smiled her assent. I tossed her a blanket, which she wrapped around
her.
"Get your robe before you do anything else." She knew I was cold, too.
As I started to leave the room, she added, "And, Ken..." I turned.
"Plan on calling the Service first thing Monday morning, and tell them
to send Billy out."
(to be continued; comments and advice/ideas welcomed and much-
appreciated)
Elissa
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