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SISSY SEX THERAPIST by Throne
"But honey," Darren said in a whining tone. "You can't mean that. How
could I be a... a sex therapist?"
His wife Kelly smirked at him and said, "You have to understand, Darla,
that a sissy like you could be very valuable in helping some men to deal
with issues they have in their sex lives. For instance, the new guy I
just started dating, Brad. He doesn't understand the whole sissy
mindset, and how useful a weak feminized husband like you can be in the
bedroom. It would be a simple job to educate him and maybe even... get
him involved."
Darren shuddered. He was a short guy with a slender but soft body, which
his wife insisted he keep free of all hair. At that moment he was
wearing a clinging top of some very thin material, with spaghetti straps,
and it ended just above his belly button. Below that he had on bikini-
cut panties and stockings with elastic tops. His small feet were shod in
ballet slippers. He licked his lips, which had a light coating of tinted
gloss on them, and gave her an imploring look that was exaggerated by the
eye make-up she had made him put on. The outfit was in shades of pink
which were echoed by his cosmetics.
"I mean..." he said in a small ineffectual voice, "... maybe if we took
some time to think about it first..."
"Sure," she agreed, sounding reasonable. "You have until eight o'clock
to think it through, which is when he'll get here."
His lips quivered and he was visibly fighting back tears. His sexy wife
stood her ground, challenging him to protest with her confident
expression and body language. She was several inches taller than him and
had a nicely rounded figure. Her long thick hair was reddish blond and
she liked to leave it down, like it was then. Kelly's curves were shown
off by a snug off-white blouse and tight navy blue skirt. Her shapely
legs were encased in gunmetal grey stockings and she had on black shoes
with square toes and two-inch block heels. He was plainly not man
enough to oppose her and hung his head in submission.
Kelly told him, "Now get this place looking extra nice for my new lover.
When you're done everything you usually do around here, make sure to go
into the bedroom, turn down the covers, and fluff up the pillows. I have
a strong feeling that that's where he and I are going to end up. And if
you're a good girl, Darla, you might get to join us and demonstrate just
how good of a sissy sex therapist you can be."
He cringed at her words but answered, "Yes, Ma'am. I'll make everything
perfect." When she gave him a look that suggested she expect more he
added, "Especially the bedroom."
"That's my little princess. And before Brad gets here I'll pick out
something appropriate for you to slip into." She chuckled. "To impress
my new man. Or maybe I should say OUR new man."
Darren got busy with his chores but couldn't stop thinking about what she
had said. Kelly had always gone out with her dates. She had never had
one in the house. As he dusted and polished, her husband experienced
occasional shivers of uneasy anticipation. He didn't want some tall
rugged stud -- the type she favored and delighted in describing to him --
to see how he looked. What would a he-man like that think of a girly
wimp like Darren? Or rather, like Darla.
He sniffled as he did a quick wipe-down of the kitchen counters. When he
opened the refridgerator to check for bottled water he was surprised to
see a six pack of beer in there. There had been a time, over a year ago,
when he used to treat himself to an occasional beer. His wife had put an
end to that. Now his beverage of choice -- her choice -- was fruit juice
watered down with seltzer. Sometimes she liked to say that it was
'fruit juice for my fruity husband'. He never pointed out how insulting
he found those words. Instead he would just sip his drink, which was in
a rainbow striped cup, through one of the colorful plastic straws she
made him use.
He got all of his work done by seven. When he went to find his wife she
had already dressed. Darren could only stare at her new dress, which was
electric blue and molded itself to her contours. Below its mid-thigh hem
attention was drawn to her legs by off-white, patterned stockings, and
her feet were displayed in blue heels with three-inch stilettoes. Her
hair was still loose but she had artfully used cosmetics to give herself
a seductive, borderline slutty, appearance. A few pieces of silver
jewelry completed the outfit.
Kelly struck a series of poses that made her spouse's little penis twitch
inside his panties. He rubbed his upper legs together nervously and
tried not to think about how Brad would react to her flashy look. She
strutted over to her husband, the heels accentuating her legs and making
her walk a hip-swaying invitation. She reached out and lightly stroked
his nipples through the close-fitting top. He whimpered from pent-up
need and bit his lips.
"Now WHAT shall we put you into, Darla?" she wondered out loud. "Maybe
something... revealing. I'll bet that would catch Brad's eye."
He could only 'Yes, Ma'am' her again. She smiled devilishly and went to
the dresser, where a few moments of hunting gave her something with which
she was very pleased. When she held up the two articles of clothing,
Darren couldn't contain a gasp.
He whispered desperatly, "Please, honey. Not THAT."
She told him, "Oh yes, THAT. It's perfect for a sissy sex therapist to
show herself off in."
When she had selected was a baby doll nightie and matching panties. Both
items were the palest green and nearly transparant. She gestured for
him to get out of what he was currently wearing and he reluctantly began
to disrobe. After he was completely naked she went to him and made a
series of air kisses just scant inches from his lips. Of course she
hadn't touched her mouth to his once during the long months since she had
begun turning him into the sissy he now was. She often reminded him that
'lips that are on my pussy so often aren't allowed to kiss me above the
waist'. He wasn't even allowed to use his mouth on her plump round
breasts and their desirable pink nipples.
He slipped the oh-so-unmasculine lingerie onto his hairless body and
stood there in the depths of shame. Then his bride found a pair of
color-coordinated stockings for him to slide up his smooth legs. She
made him step into yellow shoes with pointed toes and tapering, two-inch
heels. Then she gave him a critical going over, top to bottom. He still
had short hair for his day job as a lowly functionary in a huge company,
so she put a brunette pageboy wig on him. Then she added a few touchs of
additional make-up -- heavy on the eyes -- so that he could pass as a
slut sister for herself.
Kelly stood beside Darren in front of the full length mirror and put an
arm around his waist. "Yes," she decided, "Brad is going to think you
are DELICIOUS. Delicious Darla. I can't wait for him to meet you." She
checked the small clock atop her dresser and added, "In about ten
minutes."
Even before that much time had passed there was a loud firm knock on the
front door. Kelly went to answer it with Darren trailing along behind,
taking mincing steps as was expected of him. His wife opened the front
door and there stood a tall muscular specimen of manhood, with a square
jaw and dark seductive eyes. Kelly went to him and he wrapped his long
arms around her, she tilted back her head, their lips met, and they
shared a long deep kiss. Darren stood still in his humiliatingly girly
clothes, squirming with discomfort, while they took their time. When
they at last broke apart, Kelly turned to her sissy husband and told him
to scamper to the kitchen and fetch Brad a cold beer.
"Hop to it, Darla," she snapped, letting her date hear her use Darren's
female name.
"Damn," said Brad, loud enough that the departing figure couldn't miss
it. "When you said he was a pansy I didn't think you meant... a total
fairy."
"He's not only that but he's a sex therapist too. Anything anybody wants
to experience with a wimp like him, they can. So if you feel like
grabing his ass or making him kiss your feet..."
"I'll think about," Brad said. "But right now I'm more interested in
you, baby."
He put and arm over her shoulders and let his large hand fall on one of
her big jugs. She purred happily and put her own hand over his, pressing
his palm down so he could feel her nipple, already hard, through the
front of the dress. Brad gave her boob a gentle squeeze and she sighed,
once more turning up her face to receive his passionate kiss, which is
what Darren had to witness as he returned with a bottle of beer held
gingerly between one thumb and forefinger. When the powerful man was
done slipping his tongue into Kelly's mouth, he snatched the beer and
effortlessly unscrewed the cap so he could take a long swallow.
"You are SO damned hot, Brad," she told him. "Would you mind if we went
straight to the bedroom?"
He gave a shrug of his broad shoulders and told her, "Why not? Is Miss
Sissy Panties going to come along?"
"If you don't mind. I've always wanted her to see what happens when I'm
with a real man. And as I know from our first couple of dates, you are
as real as a man can get." She reached down and gave his crotch a
friendly pat. "Especially down here."
"Sure, let the little candy ass see how we do it. It'll be kind of a
kick to take a guy's wife while he's standing there and can't do squat
about it." He smiled slightly, beginning to get into the spirit of the
occasion, and bent to pull off his shoes.
Darren didn't like what was happening. Would Kelly's lover touch him?
Make him do things? The possibility was horrifying. As they headed for
the bed, he swished along behind them, unable to stop worrying. As soon
as they got there the eager couple began to undress each other, hands
roaming over flesh as it was bared. Kelly opened Brad's pants and tugged
them down partway, taking his boxer shorts along too. The top of a thick
black pubic bush was exposed. Darren bit his lower lip, thinking about
his own hairless skin.
Kelly asked Brad, "Want my Darla to pull your pants down the rest of the
way?"
He hesitated but only for a brief moment. "Sure. Why not? I'm like one
of those alpha dogs who gets off on being the boss of the -- whatever you
call the other male dogs -- the ones without balls."
She laughed. "Darla does have balls, believe it or not. But they're
really small. To go along with his tiny dick." To her unhappy husband
she said, "Well, get down on your knees where you belong and get Brad out
of those pants."
With a sick feeling of helplessness, he did as he was told. Looking up
at the naturally assertive man, he slowly lowered his pants and shorts.
Brad's cock was gradually revealed, inch by enviable inch, until a full
six were on display. And it was only partly hard so far. Darren got the
pants all the way down and Brad stepped out of them. He was obviously
proud of his body. The kneeling man stared at that thick endowment.
Kelly locked lips with Brad and he grabbed her bottom. The length of
flesh began to rise. Darren whimpered.
Brad scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed on her back.
They were soon both naked, except that she had left on her stockings.
Kelly snapped her fingers at her spouse and said, "Get your face where it
belongs, Darla. Show Brad how you lick my pussy like a good lezzie
girlfriend. Get me extra wet so it's easy for him to slide that terrific
piece of meat into me. Get busy, girl."
Darren got into the familiar position, his face right in front of her
neatly shaved mound, and could see that she was already well lubricated
with natural juices. But of course she wanted him to lap her not just
add to the wetness, but to disgrace him in front of the man who was about
to ravish her. It was emotionally painful for the husband to have to
facilitate his own cuckolding. Even so, he lapped her steadily, making
her moan. Brad stretched out alongside her and fondled her breasts. He
bit her neck and nibbled her ears. She purred happily while her sissy
mate felt worse and worse.
Brad grabbed Darren by the back of his slender neck and pulled him away,
dumping him onto the carpet. By the time Darren struggled to his knees,
his wife was being penetrated by Brad's full erection, eight impressive
inches, as the capable man steadily pumped her. She squirmed beneath him
and licked her lips.
"You are so fantastic," she crooned. "So masculine. Not like my wuss
of a husband. Not like that loser who's only good for slurping my slit."
She wrapped her legs around Brad and continued to praise him, along with
denigrating her husband. The big man never flagged, never lost control.
He gradually brought her toward a climax while Darren could only kneel
there in his humiiating baby doll nightie, aware of how it showed off his
unmanly form. Not until nearly a half hour had passed did Kelly finally
explode in a quaking orgasm. Only when she had gotten her own
satisfaction did Brad allow himself to spurt. His big balls must have
carried quite a load, because it took him longer than Darren expected to
empty himself. At last he rolled off her and lay by her side. Her
thighs were still parted and there was spunk coating her split peach and
leaking from it.
"Hey girl," Brad said lazily to Darren. "That was thirsty work. Go and
get me another brew."
Even though he didn't like the idea of Brad getting a buzz, which might
lower his inhibitions and lead to something unwanted, Darren still
hurried off. When he returned and delivered the bottle, his wife wanted
something.
Kelly told him, "Get your tongue back on my pussy, Darla. Clean up that
big mess my lover made. That's part of your work as a sissy therapist
now. Then maybe he'll want something from you, too."
With his stomach rolling over, Darren put himself back into his
accustomed place, but this time it was to do something he had never done
before. After her dates, Kelly had always showered wherever they were.
He lightly touched his tongue to the thick salty cream and got his first
taste of sperm. She kept him down there, with Brad alternatly enjoying
the taste of beer and the flavor of her mouth, until Darren had left her
pussy cum-free. The obedient husband had to struggle not to gag the
whole time he was doing it.
"So," she said, sounding sated but still eager for some added mischief.
"How about it, Brad? Is there some kind of therapy you'd like to try
with my sissy spouse?"
"You know, I did get one idea. I don't want him to clean me up or touch
me anywhere, but there's something that might be fun. And I'm almost
certain that you'd get off on it. Ready?"
She was intrigued. "Whatever you want to do with Darla... just do it."
He swung his long legs off the bed, got up and crossed the room. In one
quick motion he grabbed a wooden chair that stood against the wall and
put it by his side. Then he grabbed Darren's soft upper arm and yanked
him to his feet. Brad sat on the chair, dragged his prey across his lap,
flipped up the back of his filmy top and jerked down his flimsy panties.
Darren lay there with his buttocks exposed as Brad raised one powerful
arm and, before the hapless sissy could react, brought down his wide hand
to deliver a punishing spank. More of the same rapidly followed, while
Darren kicked his legs and wailed. There were three dozen swats and, by
the time the final ones fell, the poor wimp was bawling, his face
streaked with hot tears.
Darren stood and rolled his red-bottomed victim off his firm thighs, so
that he fell the floor. The big man put his hands on his hips and gazed
directly at Kelly.
"Well," he wanted to know. "Do you think you could get used to me being
mean like that to your Darla every time we get together?"
"Oh yes," she panted. "That would be amazing. Just think what we'd be
doing to him, let's say, six weeks from now."
SIX WEEKS LATER
Darren had on a very tight, red and black corset. His wife had been
intentionally feeding him too many calories and he had gained some
pounds. There was added soft flesh on his chest and the top of the
garment pushed it up and out, forming a pair of modest faux breasts,
which never ceased to humiliate him. He was also wearing black fishnet
stockings and a leather bondage collar. There was a leash attached to
the collar and his wife jerked on it to make him follow her, which was
somewhat difficult as he was on his hands and knees. When they got to
the bedroom Brad was waiting, standing there naked.
The corset had a narrow thong-type bottom which left Darren's butt
uncovered. On his left cheek, now embarrassingly chubby, there was a
recent tattoo. In elaborate curling letters it said SISSY. To balance
that, on the other half of his bottom, were several flowers in bright
colors. They had been talking about getting him a tramp stamp, maybe
with a design that included that foolish looking cartoon cat, Hello There
Kitty. He hoped with every ounce of his being that they wouldn't mark
him like that. But they didn't care. To them he was just a pansy. And
a sissy sex therapist. He sensed that they had some new duty for him in
that capacity, and was scared to discover what it might be.
Kelly laid back and spread her legs lewdly. She said, "While you were
hand washing my delicate lingerie earlier, I'm sure you heard Brad and I
screwing our brains out, like we were a couple of wild animals. Well, I
forgot to clean myself up afterwards, so you owe be a tongue bath,
therapist dear."
As Darren got between her outstretched legs he noticed that she was
closer to the foot of the bed than usual. In fact, she was far enough
down that his backside -- awful tattoos plainly visible -- was very
acessable. As Brad stepped up behind him and got his thick fingers on
the proffered smooth hips, Darren trembled. The bigger man rubbed his
cock against the satiny hemispheres and was almost instantly erect.
Darren could only wish that he intended to turn him around and use his
mouth, which had become a regular happening lately. But Kelly was
waiting to have her used pussy cleaned. So...
"Don't worry, Darla," Brad said cheerily. "I've got a tube of lube.
It's the kind all the sexy sissies use. Let me just smear some on the
head of my rod. I'll even use extra, because the knob is kind of big...
as you know after having it halfway down your throat." He laughed
softly. "And here we go."
Darren felt the tip of Brad's larger-then-average organ touch him exactly
where he didn't want to feel it. But Brad leaned toward him, making the
business end force its way further, opening the kneeling man's tightness
and beginning to enter it. Not wanting to squeal like a frightened bride
on her wedding night, he pressed his face against his wife's pussy,
immediatly tasting the mixture of her sex fluids and her lover's copious
cum. Darren groaned as the fat head of that awesome pole suddenly passed
the barrier, followed unhurriedly by the rest of those thick eight
inches.
The cuckold sobbed as he licked his wife's unclean pussy and his rump was
pounded in slow motion by the superior man. Obviously, Brad had come to
relish having a sissy sex therapist at his beck and call. Darren
remembered how long the expert lover took when he made love to Kelly.
Would he take that long now? He did, enjoying every second of it, while
Kelly, excited by the taking of her sissy husband's back-door virginity,
was thrilled by a trio of noisy orgasms as he licked her endlessly,
gulping down the remnants of the earlier sex session.
Not until Darren was thoroughly introduced to his new role as a pink-
tailed cock-accomodater did Brad allow himself to fire one of his
generous helpings of sperm. He lingered there, savoring the physical
feel and the joy of conquest. At last Darren was freed from his double-
duty between his wife and her lover. The cuckold was warned that he
wasn't allowed to wash up or rinse his mouth. He was only allowed to
stuff a pair of his panties into his anal orifice to keep all that warm
spunk from leaking out and running down the insides of his smooth pink
thighs. He did that while they watched and guffawed. Brad got on the
bed next to Kelly.
Darren was feeling more and more like Darla. As a sissy sex therapist he
would continue to be available for whatever games the wicked pair wanted
to play. It was a terrible situation but one he could not change.
Without anyone telling him to do it, he sank down and worshipfully kissed
the soles of Brad's big feet, not upset by the tang of sweat, and even
ran his tongue between his toes.
"Thank you," he humbly said. "Thank you for giving my wife the great sex
she deserves. And for giving me the long hard screwing I deserved."
"No problem, Darla. I'm always happy to use our sissy sex therapist. In
fact, I've been thinking of somewhere else you can put that talented
tongue of yours. How about if my girl and I lay face down and you take
turns kissing each of us where the sun don't shine. That's something a
therapist like you does. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir," Darren answered meekly. "I'm ready any time."
Brad and Kelly rolled onto their tummies and parted their legs. Darren
started with the man, not sure why he made that choice. But Kelly would
get equal treatment and the two of them, he felt sure, would love it and
make it a regular part of their bedroom fun. Somehow that seemed right
to the busy sissy with his face jammed between Brad's solid buttocks.
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