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Post-Sea Saga
Part III
(Wife/Mistress of our happy subbie has instructed him to make
arrangements so that they can act on their long-discussed plans for his
ultimate service and humiliation. Both believe that this will draw them
closer together, more than ever before.)
Monday morning found me calling the yard/pool service with an explicit
request that Billy be sent out. I asked that he come the following
Saturday and was assured that he would be there at Noon. My stomach felt
like it was doing jumping jacks during the call and afterwards.
After I put the phone down, Cathy took me in her arms, and we kissed--
long and deeply. Drawing her face back and looking deeply into my eyes,
she said, "I love you. You make me so happy. I could never imagine being
with anyone but you. Thank you for being brave and giving me so much."
There is nothing she could have done or said at that moment that could
have helped me more. I loved this woman more than anything on earth and
would do anything for her.
Somewhat surprisingly to me, the days flew by. Cathy and I made no
reference to Saturday, but the growing excitement made the house seem
filled with electricity. Suddenly it was Friday evening.
Cathy chose a movie, and we went out for dinner afterwards. As we
finished the meal, she looked across the table and reached out for my
hand. "Are you ready, little one?" she asked, her lovely gray eyes locked
on my green ones.
"I think so," I murmured as I suddenly was filled with a swirling
maelstrom of conflicting feelings. My poor sissy cock didn't know what to
do since some of the feelings were exciting in uniquely powerful ways
while others made me all but tremble in fear and apprehension.
The Lady of my life squeezed my hand and smiled gently. "This is going to
be wonderful, lover. You will serve me perfectly by doing this, and I
will be so happy and so pleased." Then, with a condescending smile she
added, "And I will SO get off on being filled with cock! Isn't it nice of
me to let you watch?"
At home, we made love. As always, Cathy was on top, controlling the pace
and coming when she pleased, but it was vanilla otherwise. As was usual
when I came in her, she squatted over my face, and I ate my own cum as it
dripped out and licked the remnants off her pussy lips. I slept with the
warm length of her comforting me.
The next morning, we got up around 9:00. I made coffee and brought two
cups into the bedroom, giving one to my wife, who looked quite the
sleepyhead--yawning with her hair tousled. "Thanks, sweetie," she said
with a smile.
"So what should I wear?" I asked. My heart was beating, and I was scared.
Feelings of insecurity advanced and receded in unpredictable surges.
"My little sissy never learns, does he?" my wife smiled in pity. "You are
to wait for me to tell you what to do and when to do it." Her voice grew
sharp. "Do you want me to ignore you, slut?" This was the way truly to
punish me.
"No, Lady. Please. I'm just so scared." My voice was trembling.
Her voice now was gentle: "I know you are, little one. Here." She swung
to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and offered me one of her
bare feet. "Kiss and hold my foot."
It really was calming to press my lips to her foot and toes, and I let
myself cry softly. "I love you so much," I said through the tears.
"I know you do, and I love you, sweet sissy." She stoked my hair and
shoulders with her other foot. "Remember how much you are going to please
me today. Remember you always are mine, my only love, and you always will
be."
"Yes, Lady . . ." I was going to try to say all I felt for her, but she
wisely hushed me.
"Shhhhhh. I know"--her voice was very gentle. "I know. Just be quiet
now." She sank down beside me and just held me as I sobbed--great,
wracking sobs. She spoke to me more in soothing tones and sounds than
words. She held me and stroked me, and it was wonderful. Feelings of
utter safety and security slowly replaced the fear, and at last, I was at
peace.
With a little kiss, she got up and was cheerful and brisk. "You will be
naked right now, little one." Since we both slept in the nude that was no
problem. I want you to select what you think is my sexiest frillies and
put them on me. Crawl!"
Eager to serve her, I quickly crawled to her lingerie drawer, selecting a
camisole of dark blue with lovely lace and trim. It was so delicate; I
got hard just touching it. Crawling back to where she stood, I dressed
her in the camisole. Pausing at buttoning it, I looked up pleadingly.
"Yes, you can kiss it--once," she allowed, and I pressed my lips to her
lovely pussy. "Don't lick, slut!" she ordered, and I finished fastening
the buttons of the lovely garment. With a snap of her fingers, she strode
towards the bathroom, gesturing for me to follow, still on my hands and
knees. My hard cock flopped against my thighs and belly as I crawled into
the bathroom.
I had peed on my way to making coffee earlier, but Cathy had not.
Kneeling, I watched as she unbuttoned the camisole and sat on the toilet.
She didn't look at me. Soon there was the sound of water.
Now looking at me, she spoke: "I surely donut want to get pee on my
pretty camisole. I want to smell sweet and sexy later today. Why don't
you clean me, sissy?"
"Yes, Lady," I responded. The rules of this game were clear, and I
reached for the toilet paper.
"No." Her voice stopped me. "A slut like you needs to lick me clean. Lick
the piss off my pussy, slut"
She sat back on the seat and spread her legs. Drops of urine ran onto her
inner thighs, and I quickly licked them off, then lapped at her pussy
lips until she told me I cold stop. The smell and taste of her piss was
immensely exciting to me as, of course, was the service I just had
rendered.
"What do you say?" she asked sharply as I drew back.
"Thank you, Mistress, for letting me lick the piss off your pussy."
"You're welcome, my little piss slut," she answered with a laugh.
Next, Cathy took a shower while I waited with towels and dried her off
when she pulled the curtain back. She sat on the closed toilet, and I was
allowed to apply fresh polish to her toenails. (She did her fingernails
herself.) At her direction, I applied civet to her inner thighs and
belly, then again dressed her in her camisole. Also, I hooked the eyelets
of one of her prettiest corsets, drew red thigh highs over her legs, and
hooked them to the garters descending from her corset. She drew on a pair
of jeans--skin tight--and a cute, off-the-shoulder blouse. I held a pair
of strappy sandals with high heels and open toes as she stepped into
them.
"So, how do I look?" she asked, looking down on me with a grin.
"You are so lovely, so beautiful, so powerful, Mistress!" I answered, a
genuine slave to her.
"Do you think Billy will want to fuck me?"
I flinched but answered: "Any man would!"
"Do you?"
"Oh, yes, Lady!"
"With what?" Her look became a contemptuous one, and she prodded my cock
with her foot.
"With my cock," I said in a voice that trembled.
"With that?" She laughed derisively. "I don't even feel that pathetic
little thing when I mount you. I need a real cock, you pitiful little
sissy, not that pathetic excuse for one." Again she prodded my hard dick
and laughed.
I blushed and looked at the floor, but my cock got stayed hard.
"You're worthless as a man. Go and dress in your formal uniform, little
sissy maid. And do a good job with your makeup!" she ordered as I
hastened to obey.
About forty minutes later, I entered the kitchen where she was sitting in
the sun, streaming through the windows, sipping coffee and reading the
paper. She was bathed in a golden light, and she glowed. I stood with
head bowed and hands held behind my back. She ignored me.
Finally, finishing the section of the paper she had been reading, she
looked at me. My confidence was high since I had worked particularly hard
to present myself as a perfect sissy French maid. My dark brown pageboy
wig was centered and brushed neatly, its fringes brushing my cheeks. The
off-the-shoulder black dress ended at knee level. My black hose ended in
the high heeled shoes on my feet. A spotless but brief white apron
descended from my waist, and its sash terminated in a large bow in the
small of my back, trailing down over my ass. Under the apron and over the
uniform dress was a black corset, which held me tightly.
Beneath the dress was a pair of black sissy panties, with rows and rows
of white ruffles on the back.
My face was carefully cosmeticized. A base overlay my face with powder
covering. Also present was hot pink lipstick, mascara, blush, and
eyeshadow. Heavy black eyeliner circled my eyes, and a pretty little
white ribbon with a small black bow circled my neck.
I felt my Lady's eyes scrutinizing me, and I awaited her judgment.
"I'm pleased, sissy," she finally commented.
"Thank you, Mistress" was my response, and I curtseyed to her.
"You may sit with me and have coffee."
"Thank you, Mistress." I poured myself a cup and joined her at the table.
She continued to read the paper, and I simply drank in her beauty. As
Felix the cat showed the time getting closer and closer to Noon, my heart
again began to beat fast, and I felt the same array of conflicting
emotions. I noted that my cock was hard in my sissy panties.
The minute hand moved closer and closer to the time. A few minutes before
Noon, I thought I heard the sound of a motor, its turning off, and a door
slamming. She didn't even look up, and I stayed silent, my throat
constricting. Then there was a knock at the kitchen door! It had to be
Billy! He was here! It was going to happen!
Deliberately folding the paper, Cathy spoke to me. "Go into the living
room, and kneel just out of sight. I want you to hear everything." She
smiled laciviously. "Go!"
I quickly left the kitchen and knelt just outside the entrance to it. I
heard her heels on the kitchen floor. The sound of the door opening. Her
voice--lovely, low, as smiling as the sun--"Billy! Come in, sweetie!"
To be continued.
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