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ON-LINE SESSION SCENE by Throne
My wife Rayna had left for a business conference in a city a hundred
miles away. That was why I felt so confident getting all dolled up and
having an on-line session with my Dom, Mistress K. I was wearing a bra
with big breast forms sewn in, a garter belt and stockings, and panties
that I had found in a Latino neighborhood in the city, which pushed my
bottom cheeks up and out, giving me a nice girly backside. All of that
was pink, with fuchsia trim on the bra. My feet were in the outrageous,
red hooker heels that K required me to wear whenever I spoke to her. It
was almost time for her to appear on my computer screen so I made one
last check of my hair and face. I had on my favorite wig, a short pixie-
cut one that was all red and orange streaks, and my make-up was whorishly
overdone, especially my lips, which I had used liner to make appear
larger, before covering them with lipstick and coating that with gloss.
The lipstick, my proudest touch, was also fuchsia.
Mistress K appeared before me. She is Black and wears her hair natural,
shaved down on the sides, about an inch long on top. Around her slender
neck was a leather choker and her bare shoulders were smooth and
inviting. I was not ever allowed to see her modest breasts which, at
that moment, were covered by charcoal grey, stretchy material. Her dark
eyes, arched brows, high cheekbones, and full lips mesmerized me. I
mentally compared her to Rayna, who is a slender blond with a bust just a
bit too large for her proportions (which I consider an asset) and a face
suggestive of a pretty but stern teacher.
My Mistress sneered at me and said, "Well, don't you look like a complete
sissy slut, Merlot. Stand up and step back so I can see the rest of your
trampy self."
I obediently rose and moved further from the camera, at the same time
saying, "Thank you, Mistress. I hope the way I look meets with your
approval."
She chuckled. "It's not me you have to worry about, girl. It's all
those guys I'm going to send around to stuff your pansy mouth and drill
your cute ass."
Wow. She had jumped right into my fantasy scene, of her being a sort of
pimp and me being her helpless hooker, a white guy who had fallen under
her control through some vaguely defined circumstances. Maybe she was
blackmailing me. Or making me work off a gambling debt. The details
didn't really matter.
"Oh, please, Mistress K, don't make me a pussy boy for all those big
Black men. Please. I couldn't stand it. I'm straight."
"Well," she said with a snicker, "that's what makes it fun for me,
knowing you hate every second of it. How you cringe when they put their
strong Black hands on your lily white body, and how you want to cry when
they push you down onto your knees, and the way you have to fondle their
huge cocks... and kiss their heavy balls... and then suck them off like
the cheap, gutter-trash ho you are, Merlot."
I clasped my hands and implored her not to make me do all that. She said
she was thinking of putting me in a sex show where a jeering audience
would see me taken by two well hung studs, one front and the other back.
I whimpered and began to touch the front of my panties, wishing I had
worn ones with an open crotch for greater access. Then she considered
selling me to some foreign potentate to become the only sissy in his
harem of exotic beauties, and how the women would torment me, and how my
new owner would use me sometimes and also loan me out to his wealthy
friends. I had my hand down the front of my panties, squeezing and
relaxing my fingers, keeping myself on edge, not wanting to rush because
I still had more than half of my hour session to go.
That was when I realized I wasn't alone. I turned my head and saw Rayna
entering the room, a look of shocked disbelief on her pretty face. I
tried too quickly to yank my hand free and cover myself. Already
teetering on those heels, I toppled over and landed on my side. Looking
up at Rayna as she came closer, I tried to speak but couldn't form words.
My wife swore softly and said, "I knew something was going on. That's
why I gave you that fake story about going out of town on business. I
thought you had a girlfriend. But it turns out you're come kind of weird
pervert. I can't believe it."
Getting onto my back and pulling my hand out of those snug panties, I at
last found my voice. "It's not what it looks like."
"It looks like you're dressed up like some kind of fag."
"It's... something else."
"Listen, I've been in the next room listening since you started chatting
with your... whoever that is on the computer."
Mistress K said, sounding peeved, "Are you his wife? He told me he was
single."
At that point my Mistress, angered that I had lied to her, even though I
imagine she would have done the sessions anyway, gave Rayna a smile. K
wanted to know, "So what's it like being married to a secret sissy? I
mean, I've seen his dick and it's like almost not there."
What? Rayna had always assured me I was of at least average size. And
that I satisfied her in bed.
But now she said, "It's kind of pitiful. I mean, when he's inside me
it's like I'm using one finger on myself. And I dated lots of guys when
I was single, so I know the difference."
"I hear you, Sister," K said supportively. "Does he at least use his
mouth on you?"
"No. And if you can believe it, his excuse is that its not manly. I
mean, really? When he obviously enjoys looking VERY unmanly."
In her firmest voice, the one she used when making me perform
particularly nasty acts on myself, K snarled, "Merlot, you naughty little
bitch. You have been dishonest to me and to your wife. First you're
going to apologize to both of us. Do it."
I got unsteadily to my feet and stood there balancing on the showy high
heels, shamefully aware of my faux boobs and protruding ass. Meekly, I
told my Mistress I was sorry and then said the same to my wife. Rayna
was calmer and even seemed mildly amused. She introduced herself to my
Dom.
K asked her, "Would you like to give your sissy husband an order? You
can call him by his submissive name, which is Merlot, like the wine. And
you can tell him to do anything you want."
Rayna curled her lip and said, "I should just tell him he can kiss my ass
and then walk out on him."
"Well, you could leave him. That's true. But I think you might find
that having a sissy slave husband has all sorts of advantages. Like
making him do the housework, for example. And if he's enslaved, he has
no more rights in the bedroom. You call all the shots. Instead of
having his tiny dick invading you and not giving you any pleasure, you
can make him lick your pussy until you lose count of how many times you
cum."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. Trust me, I've been there."
"But don't you miss getting cock?"
"No, because I have a boyfriend who's a real man. And hung like a
stallion. But think about having the best of both worlds. A genuine
male to screw you until you're ready to faint. And then a wimp sissy to
kiss your sore pussy and make it feel all better." She chortled. I
shuddered. "And you said your hubby should kiss your ass? Well, honey,
just say the word and that's what he'll do." Switching back to her stern
voice for my benefit, she growled, "Won't you, Merlot?"
I squeaked to my Mistress, "Yes, Ma'am." Then looked at my wife and
said, "Whatever you want, darling."
Her shoulders had been stiff with tension. Now they relaxed visibly.
Her hands had been clenched into fists. They opened.
"Fine then," she said, raising her chin. "Kiss my ass, Marty. I mean
Merlot." She couldn't resist adding, I suppose because she was still
pissed at me, "You queer sissy faggot."
Not daring to disobey her, I got onto my knees and shuffled around behind
her. Rayna's backside looked terrific in the a tight skirt that showed
off how firm and shapely it was. I leaned forward and lightly kissed,
first the left cheek and then the right, feeling the warmth of her skin
through the material. My penis tingled. The fake breasts in my bra
rubbed against my nipples and stimulated them. I took a breath and
planted one more kiss right in the middle of her ass.
She said, "Well, K, you might just have something there. And if I let
him play his dress up games, but kept him on a short leash and put him on
a steady diet of eating pussy, it might not be too bad after all.
Especially with what you said about how I could have a hot boyfriend,
too."
"Now you understand," K said gleefully.
I was feeling queasy. This wasn't the way my fantasy was supposed to
play out. The idea of being under my wife's thumb, having to dress girly
in front of her watchful and mocking eyes, and worst of all her cheating
on me, us having an open marriage but only in one direction, was
devastating. Still, after being exposed that way, and now with Mistress
K eager to spill all the details on my kinky desires, I felt helpless to
resist. I was straightening my garter belt, still trying to think of a
way out of that fix, when K suggested to my wife that she take pictures
of me, lots and lots of them, in my Merlot role, just in case I ever
tried to get out of line.
Rayna said thoughtfully, "That would be amusing. Especially if I offered
to show them to his sister. He's always given her a hard time about
family matters and I'm sure she wouldn't mind having some leverage over
him." She put her hand under my chin and looked directly into my eyes.
"Isn't that right, Merlot?"
My lips quivered as I said, "Yes, dear. It's true. Please don't do
that. Please don't tell on me to my sister." I sniffled. "Please." Oh
no. I sounded just like when I was begging Mistress K.
"Well," she said, taking her handbag from where she had set it on an end
table when she came in. Rayna got her cell phone from an inside pocket
and made a show of taking several shots of me. "I'll think about it.
But it would be so easy, and so entertaining, to send these pictures to
your sister. For now, I guess, I can just keep them as insurance." Her
eyes lit up. "And right now," she went on, her voice sounding more like
K's when she was commanding me to do something, "You can kiss my ass
again. But this time get your head under my skirt so I can feel your
sissy mouth against my panties."
Trembling, I ducked down and worked my head under her hem, then upward.
It was a close fit. The scent of her womanhood filled my nostrils. I
got my face against the seat of her panties. The way her skirt held me,
my nose was pressed between her buttocks. I sobbed and began kissing, up
and down the valley of her posterior. She didn't make any effort to stop
me.
I heard her say, "Alright, K, I'm going to try what you suggested. The
only thing is, I'm not sure about finding a guy. I mean, I've been out
of the dating scene for a few years. And I wouldn't want it to be anyone
from work."
"Well," said my Mistress. "I might be able to help you there. My cousin
Terrance is an expert at pleasing the ladies. Handsome. Well equipped.
And it wouldn't have to be a long term deal if you didn't want. Just
something to get you back into having good sex, and to show your sissy
how it's going to be from now on. I made Merlot tell me where you live,
so I know you're not far from Terry's place. The two of you could hook
up pretty easy. That is, if you don't mind him being Black."
"Not at all. And he might turn out to be more than just a fill in. I
mean, if we hit it off. And I know it would upset Marty... Merlot, that
is... to see me with a Black lover." She pulled her skirt up off my head
and turned around to use the toe of her shoe to rub my crotch, making me
moan with need. "Isn't that right, sissy?"
"Y... yes, dearest."
"And I know Merlot would behave no matter what I did with Terry. And no
matter how much I talked about it. Even if I talked about Terry while
Merlot was licking me between the legs." She laughed quietly. "And
since Merlot would no longer be having intercourse with me, I'm sure
she'd be anxious for any little bit of fun I'd give her. A few strokes
from my hand on her tiny pecker would be a big treat. And the longer it
went on that way, with her getting to finish only once in a while, the
more eager she would be to please me. Yeah, I think this could turn out
really fine."
"Good. Now how about if I get your info for Terry?"
"In a minute. But because my jerk of a husband was so eager to be your
sissy slave, so how about if we keep that up. I guess he was only having
sessions when I was working OT or out of town at conferences. But now he
could do it whenever. It might be better if he had both of us running
his life, keeping him in his sissy state, and thinking up dirty stuff to
do to him."
"Sounds perfect. Maybe I could even get to meet Merlot in person. Bring
along a trick bag full of sex toys and bondage gear. Show the wussy my
spanking technique. Maybe make a long weekend of it, if you and Terry
want to stay at his place for a few nights."
"Maybe. But for now, one step at a time. I'm going to have so much fun
giving Merlot all the sissy time she can stand, and then even more.
It'll be a whole new life for me." She bumped her shoe lightly against
my straining penis. I couldn't stop thinking about how she had said that
it wasn't really adequate. And that I wouldn't be getting to put it
inside her anymore. And everything else. She made an air kiss in my
direction and said, "And it's going to be a whole new life for you, too,
Merlot. Isn't it?"
"Y... yes, Ma'am," I whispered. "M... may I change out of my, um, sissy
things?"
"Not a chance, Merlot. I love you in that bra. And the way those
stockings show off your legs."
She reached into her bag again and produced a little spray perfume tube,
reached down and misted it around my neck, on the insides of my wrists,
and where my cleavage would be if my bust was real. I had a strong
unsettling feeling that Rayna was going to become happily accustomed to
keeping me in my Merlot role whenever I was home, and making me wear
feminine items under my work clothes on the weekdays. I had been content
with my fantasies, reading stories on-line, dressing when the opportunity
presented itself, and having an occasional remote session with Mistress
K. But this was going to be so much more extreme. So different.
Constant feminization, teasing and denial, sexual servitude, cuckolding.
Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the perfume she had sprayed me with, then
glanced down and saw my blatantly sexy attire. I was going to be doing
that quite a lot from then on.
*********
(Several times recently I've run into the storyline of a husband getting
caught dressing, and even of him being discovered during a video 'chat'
with a dominant woman or man. But I had never come across one where the
wife 'bonds' with the Dom, and was struck by the many possibilities of
where that could lead. Hope you enjoyed my fantasy about Merlot's
fantasy-gone-wrong.)
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