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An Afternoon in Her Home: Master, Mistress, Maid (Master): It's Friday afternoon, during those anticipated hours when work is becoming an afterthought, and attention turns toward the weekend. And I am enjoying every minute. Tami's bright pink lips are wrapped around my cock, slurping noisily. As she pushes my shaft deeper into her mouth, into her throat, I look down in ecstasy and see her staring up to me. She gets that mischievous glint in her eye before gulping me down deeply into her gullet, suppressing the gag that has to occur as my monster invades her esophagus. But somehow, she keeps it there, my cock buried in her face, her chin resting on my balls, and I moan in lust at the sensations engulfing my shaft. Damn, what a great sissy. I had come home a bit early, having phoned ahead to order her into the sissy outfit I make her wear for me: a steel chastity belt locked around her slim waist, a steel tube encasing that useless little dick and a stack of metal balls buried in her ass; pink translucent nylon panties that clearly show the metal shield protecting her nethers from straying fingers (I swear this slut would masturbate constantly if we didn't keep her locked up!); a matching pink garter belt holding up sheer nude stockings; and pink high heels locked to her feet by the strap around her slender ankles. She had greeted me with a curtsey and a kiss, and after bringing me a drink, she was kneeling before me, sucking my cock, while I sat on the couch and watched the TV. I release my grip on the back of her neck and let her throat slide off my cock, keeping the tip between those fuckable lips, and smile down at her. Her efforts had rewarded her face with a sheen of sweat and spit, smearing her lipstick oh-so-slightly... she looked wickedly slutty in that moment, and I knew I would be dumping a load of cum very soon. If there wasn't a dick in her face, I know she'd be smiling coyly at me. That's when we both heard a key in the lock... and the front door opened. Tami glanced toward the foyer, which was difficult given that her mouth was still on my cock, and then looked up at me urgently, eyes wide with dread that her wife was about to catch her sucking cock... but I just smiled at her and pressed my dick a little deeper into her lips. "Keep sucking, sissy. I'll handle this." Then to Lisa: "Hi honey... welcome home!" Did I mention that Lisa hadn't known that I was planning to arrive early today? I guess part of me wanted to have Tami all to myself for a bit. But while I hadn't expected her to be home this early either, the fact that she was greeted by this sight as she returned home made me even hornier for Tami's mouth... and Lisa's pussy. "Oh my god. You little slut!" she gasps in faux horror. I hold Tami's head down when she tries to pull her mouth off my cock to apologize, and I smile broadly at Lisa. Her feigned scowl turns to a playful grin. She bites her lower lip, takes in the full image of her sissy husband sucking her lover's cock, and sighs lustily. She winks at me as she says, "Sissy, I thought I asked you to be uniformed for me on my return. And you do this instead? You're more of a slut than you let on. I think you deserve another couple of days in chastity for your misbehavior." Tami's throat spasms around my cockhead in response to the discipline, but the good little sissy keeps her lips where they're supposed to be: on my dick. Lisa puts down her bags and walks behind the couch to lean over me, kissing me sensually. "I wasn't expecting you home this early today, sweetheart. But what a wonderful surprise." She glances briefly at her sissy, then looks at me again, saying "I hope she's getting you ready for me. I'm going to go put on something naughty... and then I want that beautiful thing inside me." I watch her wiggle her gorgeous ass as she walks towards the stairs, and she looks over her shoulder at me, licking her lips lustily. How did I get so goddamned lucky? Here I was, a middle-aged divorcee, successful in my career, looking towards finding a woman with whom to live out my retirement in relative normalcy... but instead, I'm living out my wildest fantasy. I'd never have imagined that I'd find exactly what I wanted, what I needed, with my ex-girlfriend and her husband! I mean, I know that she and I had cucked him soon after they started dating, but that wasn't planned, nor did either of us know at the time that he harbored secret sissy cuckold fantasies. About 2 years ago, we reconnected on Facebook, and what began as innocent conversations morphed into recollections about our past love affair. I sensed she wasn't completely content with her situation with Tom at the time. After reestablishing the trust that she and I had shared so long ago, she confided in me: Tom had revealed a long-kept secret, and though she'd tried really hard to see him again as the man she'd been attracted to, she just hadn't been able to reclaim that desire. And it was in that instant that I suspected that things might get more... interesting. For all of us. Tami's slurping brings me back to reality. She's really going at it... must be the thought that she's getting my cock hard and wet for her wife's pussy. She's made no secret of the fact that she loves being Lisa's fluffer. I turn off the TV and lean back into the couch, enjoying this spectacular blowjob. Lisa's footsteps on the stairs makes Tami's sucking even more energetic. Her little hands are wrapped around the base of my shaft now, jacking up and down, and her tongue is swirling hungrily around the tip of my cock. I think she wants me to cum in her mouth instead of her wife's pussy, and she's doing a laudable job at coaxing out my sperm. But I want to lose my load in Lisa's cunt. Though the effort is significant, I resist Tami's exceptional talents... ____ (Mistress of the House): It's finally Friday. The week's cares are beginning to fade away, and the weekend holds the promise of delight. And I'm looking forward to every minute. The Southern California air feels wonderful on my skin after the stuffiness of the office. I can feel the stress begin to release a bit with each step away from that place, and my thoughts turn toward the luxury that awaits be at home. "On my way. You know what I expect." That's all I text to my husband as I walk to my car. Oh my god, what a day. Clinic had been an overbooked nightmare of clueless and lazy MAs who hindered more than helped me attend to my mostly "worried well" and entitled rich patients. Thank god I'd blocked off the last 2 hours of the day so I could escape early! All I wanted now was a few hours of pampering before David's arrival for the weekend, and I was so looking forward to a bath and a foot massage. Of course, knowing that my husband would be waiting for me, and then waiting on me (literally hand and foot!) reminded me what a lucky lady I am. I see David's car on the street as I turn into my driveway, and while I'm not exactly crestfallen - we do have a lovely weekend planned - I'm a little sorry that I wasn't going to have Tami all to myself for a few hours. But thinking about what's ahead for us, I feel a tingle in my pelvis that assuages the temporary disappointment, and my spirits begin to lift again. What I wasn't expecting was the image that greets me upon the entry to my home. I was hoping to find Tami properly attired in her formal serving uniform, but what I see is... well, not that. It was the slurping that first piqued my curiosity, and an instant later, I see them: my slutty little sissy trying desperately to pull her lips from my lover's gorgeous cock. "Welcome home, honey!" David says, a knowing smirk on his face. I try to affect look of anger, but it's too damn sexy a sight. "My god, you little slut!" Now, I know I should be pissed that the little pantywaist hadn't dressed as I ordered, but I figured David had told her to put on that ridiculous outfit for him. And I must admit, I was aroused seeing her with that pink lingerie barely covering the steel chastity belt that I knew restrained her tiny excuse for a dick. Especially since she was kneeling before David and had a mouthful of his cock. But even so, I'd be remiss as her Mistress to forego an obvious lapse in obedience if I didn't punish her for not wearing the uniform she knew I had expected her to have on when I came home tonight. "Sissy, I thought I asked you to be uniformed for me on my return. And you do this instead? You're more of a slut than you let on. I think you deserve another couple of days in chastity for your misbehavior." I put my bags down and walk toward David, watching Tami quiver in dismay at the prospect of spending even more time in one of the chastity devices we make her wear, and that power I have over her only serves to deepen my desire for David. I lean over the couch to kiss him deeply. "I wasn't expecting you home this early today, sweetheart. But what a wonderful surprise." Tami's slurping was hard to ignore, and I can tell by the look in David's eyes that she's doing a great job. When I glance down, she's looking up at us, and our eyes connect. I smile coyly, seeing her ecstasy, and I swear she's smirks at me insolently as she pushes him deep into her mouth. If his cock wasn't buried in her throat, she'd be moaning like a slut. But goddamnit, I want that cock all to myself tonight. I look back at David, watching his face contort in pleasure... but knowing he's going to save himself for me. That'll show the little slut. "I hope she's getting you ready for me. I'm going to go put on something naughty... and then I want that beautiful thing inside me." Upstairs, I quickly doffed my office attire, and opened my lingerie chest, perusing for something a little slutty. When I saw the set, I knew I was going to wear it. My pussy tingled as I pulled on the dainty intimates, and my fingers even slipped into my glistening lips for a quick rub, and I couldn't help myself when I was savoring the first of what was to be many orgasms for the night. Knowing that my cuckold was furiously sucking my lover's cock to ready it for my cunt... oh my god, I came again. I can hear the shameless slut sucking away downstairs, and it breaks my post-orgasm reverie. My heels click on the bathroom tile as I move toward my makeup table. Sitting, I apply a more generous coat of lipstick and mascara, and do a quick fix to my foundation and contouring. There! That looks much better. I turn towards the full length mirror and make sure I look just right. And my, oh my, I was pleasantly surprised by the pretty woman that was looking back at me. How did I get so goddamned lucky? Here I was, a middle-aged woman with everything I'd dreamed of: a successful career, two great kids, a perfect house with a white picket fence, a loving husband who provided all that I'd want, and prospects for a quiet retirement with the man I love ... but instead, I'm living out my wildest fantasy. I'd never have imagined that my life might actually be missing something, but events in the past couple of years have shown that to be the case. And who'd have believed that I'd find just what I wanted, what I needed, with my ex-boyfriend?! About 2 years ago, David and I reconnected on Facebook, and our conversations quickly fell into a relaxed familiarity. Before long, I could feel the old flame flicker, and I realized that I'd been missing something since Tom's confession: an attraction to masculinity. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to desire something virile, and talking with David had reawakened my... well, my inner slut. And it was in that instant that I suspected that things might get more... interesting. For all of us. I can still hear her slurping away as I walk down the stairs, and it's no surprise to see her efforts are rewarded by David's look of euphoria. I never would've thought that I wouldn't be horrified by seeing my own husband sucking a cock - even as emasculated as he's become - but for the life of me, I'm incredibly turned on by the sight. I smile warmly at David as he turns towards me, and sit down on the end of the couch, spreading my stocking-clad legs to expose my already wet sex to my lover. "I'm going to watch my sissy suck for a little bit... and play with myself. If you don't mind, of course." My fingers find their target beneath my satin garter belt, and I gasp in delight, biting my lower lip. Yes, this is going to be a marvelous night. ____ (Maid): Friday afternoons are almost as busy as my work week, and the weekend holds little promise of respite. But resigning myself to that fact, and to the important role I play in my wife's home, gives me a deep satisfaction. That I received conflicting orders from Mr. Jones and Ms. Smith regarding my evening attire is unusual. My customary apparel for the beginning of the weekend consists of my formal service uniform in which to cook and serve them dinner. But when Mr. Jones phones ahead and orders me into my "sissy uniform" (as he likes to call it), I am more than a little intrigued. And excited. He usually doesn't drop in on to enjoy my services like this, and I look forward to spending a few hours at his beck and call. As I scamper to my quarters to quickly change, I am caught by the glimpse of the pink cage swinging between my stockinged thighs... and my reality is instantly solidified: I'm her chastised cuckold eagerly preparing myself for what is likely to be a prolonged session of fellatio. With me as the cocksucker. Before unlocking the pink cage that encased my tiny equipment, I prepared the Florentine-style chastity belt for a quick transition from potentially-escapable plastic to truly inescapable steel. I was still conflicted each time I put it on: the heft of its construction bore witness to its proficiency at keeping me chaste, and its weight and intimate contact with my nether regions reminded me constantly of its purpose. The bittersweet irony was that these feelings made me nearly instantly aroused... which of course, made the task of removing the plastic cage and replacing it with the Neosteel device without intimately touching my own penis VERY difficult. I had to remind myself that any lapse in this regard would be met with the terrible punishment of a nearly unimaginable six (yes, 6!) months of unrelieved sexual tension. So, while the 6 weeks I'd already spent in unrequited lust seemed bad, I wasn't nearly silly enough to tempt fate in that way. I quickly inserted the sizable steel balls into my ass, placed my swelling-yet-still-inadequate apparatus into the steel tube that was about to be locked against my crotch, and wrapped the steel belt around my waist. I fastened the lock in place... and I swear I almost had an orgasm at the mere sound of the click that marked my continued chastity. I'd barely finished pulling the sheer nude stockings onto my legs when I hear Mr. Jones' car pull into the driveway. In an instant, my shoes are in place (with another near-orgasm at the click of the locks that now fastened their nearly-6" heels onto my small feet), and I'm scampering quickly downstairs to meet him at the door, as he expects. He doesn't knock, of course, but walks into our home - HER home - with an authority that defines my role. "Good afternoon, Sir." I quickly curtsey and take his bag. He takes my chin in hand and lifts me from the curtsey, looks me in the eye with mischievous intent, and says, "Hello, sissy," and kisses me deeply. Despite the fact that we're the same height (granting that I'm in 5-plus inch heels), his power over me is palpable, as evidenced by his next words, and my eagerness to comply with their implied command: "I've been thinking about your mouth on my cock all day long." He releases me from his grasp and saunters easily to the living room, picking up the remote to turn on the TV before sitting down unceremoniously on the couch. He doesn't need to ask, as I know he wants a scotch on the rocks, which I deliver on my silver tray... before kneeling before him to do what we both know what needs to be done. Secretly, I love the fact that he's basically ignoring me, sipping his scotch and watching TV, while I unbutton and unzip his pants to expose his gorgeous phallus. What's more, I love the fact that in about 10 seconds, he won't be able to ignore the astonishing skills I've gained from sucking his cock on a routine basis over the past year or so. Even moreso, I love that it's still swelling as I wrap my pink lips around the dark shaft's tip. Like I suspected, within a few seconds, I hear the first of his appreciative moans to my ministrations... and within another few seconds, I'm enjoying it just as much as he is. I look up to my wife's lover, and when I catch his downward, lust-filled gaze, I know he can see the naughty intent in my eyes before I swallow his whole shaft, burying the thing in my throat until his big balls are resting on my chin. God, I love deep-throating him, his cock filling my face, my mouth, my throat until I'm lightly gagging, unable to breathe around its considerable girth. That my wife's lover's cock - the very real symbol of his masculinity and power; the same gorgeous instrument he thrusts into her little pink pussy - is now stuffed between my painted lips, occupying my mouth and controlling my very breath? Humiliating. Intoxicating. Titillating. Apart from the steel tube that encases my own tiny dick to remind me - to remind us - of its uselessness to my wife's sexual pleasure, nothing screams that I'm their sissy maid more than me being on my knees in front of him with his cock eight inches deep in my face. As always, sucking his amazing dick made me fall into that wonderful subspace that defines my role and confirms my desires. I savored the experience: the taste of his sweat and precum, the scent of his musk, the heat and pulse of the blood engorging his shaft, the texture of the skin covering his hard and thick cock as he pushed it into my lips. Heaven. I wanted his cum in my mouth and throat so badly... and I looked up at him to savor the expression of pleasure on his face before I stuffed the entire length of his wonderful phallus deep into my mouth, swallowing it completely. I wanted to keep it there as long as I could, suppressing the light gag, and I felt his hands press my head onto his crotch, holding me there, his moans a tribute to the sensations his cock enjoyed in my spasming gullet. A gentle wave of panic began to well in my gut as he kept his cock there, choking off precious air, and the convulsion of my gagging only massaged his cock more. Mercifully, he released his grip and his shaft slid noisily out of my mouth with a slurp and a pop. A stream of saliva stretched between my lips and his cockhead, and I smiled wickedly as I caught my breath again. I wrap my lips around the tip again, and begin to lick the slit and swirl my tongue around the crown, wanting to feel it deep in my mouth again, when I hear her key in the lock. My thoughts run wild: "Wait! She's not supposed to be home so early! And here I am on my knees before Mr. Jones, without the uniform she had told me to be wearing when she got home! She's going to keep my little dick locked up even longer now!" I struggle to pull my lips from his cock, but he grasps my head firmly, effectively locking my mouth on his shaft. "Keep sucking, sissy. I'll handle this." "Welcome home, honey!" he exclaims, and I can feel the chuckle vibrate from his belly through his cock. I can barely see her cross her arms in indignation from my peripheral vision, and tremble at her next words, unable to do anything but groan around the dick pressed between my jaws. "My god, you little slut!" Ironically, she knew how much I loved being called that name, and I suspected she also knew that it would drive me to suck her lover even harder. Which, it did. Mr. Jones didn't have to hold my head to his crotch at that point, as I was hungrily licking his shaft, attempting to make him leave his seed in my throat, rather than my wife's pussy. "Sissy, I thought I asked you to be uniformed for me on my return. And you do this instead? You're more of a slut than you let on. I think you deserve another couple of days in chastity for your misbehavior." That particular discipline always served to excite, humiliate, and frustrate me. The ache in my little balls bore witness to the fact that I hadn't orgasmed for 6 weeks, and hearing that I was to spend even more time before being able to release the pressure there made my heart sink. Simultaneously, however, my own kinky humiliating need to be locked up and denied my own wife's treasures fueled my lust... for Mr. Jones' cock. And so I sucked even harder. I hear more than see her walk behind the couch to kiss Mr. Jones. But as her beautiful visage falls into my field of view, I watch her pull her lips from his, and she looks down at me to smile teasingly. "I wasn't expecting you home this early today, sweetheart. But what a wonderful surprise." Her eyes are still locked on mine, and I detect a minute hue of derision mixed with the technicolor lust of her smirk, as if to defy my ability to bring Mr. Jones to orgasm before her return. The cock in my lips prevents my own smug smile as I deep throat his shaft again, attempting to do just that... because damnit, I've been sucking his cock most of the afternoon. His cum is mine! I hear her snicker at my efforts, and see her stand and turn towards the stairs. "I hope she's getting you ready for me. I'm going to go put on something naughty... and then I want that beautiful thing inside me." Mr. Jones' stamina and steadfastness in the face of what I thought was a pretty spectacular blow job was remarkable. I was doing all I could, using all my tricks as a master cocksucker, to get him to finish with his cock buried in my face. And while they both knew that I simply adored being her fluffer, I wanted today's efforts to be rewarded with a mouthful of his spunk. But the longer we went, the more I realized he was purposely holding back... and when I looked up at him, the knowing smile on his otherwise euphoric face told me I was right. Her steps on the stairs brought us back to reality, and his smile grew even wider... while my sucking only grew more intense. She looks glorious. She's mimicked my lingerie: pink satin garter belt, nude stockings, pink stilettos... though she's purposely left the panties and bra upstairs. She's fixed her makeup, too. Yes, my beautiful bride looks like the slut she is. And she's done it all, not for me, but for the man whose cock is sliding in and out of my pink lips. She sits on the end of the couch and lifts her left leg onto the cushions, bending her knee to make a lovely curve of fantastic leg. Her right leg remains draped off the edge of the couch, that gorgeous stiletto resting on the floor. Her hand moves to her already-moistened mound, and she moans as her finger finds the hooded clit. She looks directly at her lover, bites her lower lip and says, "I'm going to watch my sissy suck for a little bit... and play with myself. If you don't mind, of course." I get the briefest glance of that wickedly coy smile again before Mr. Jones pulls my mouth further onto his shaft, forcing my attentions from my wife to his cock. At that moment, I remember why I loved making love to her all those years ago: at her core, she's just a wanton wench. Even if I wasn't man enough to help her manifest her inner slut completely. Humiliation. While I'd always known it as a backdrop to my desires, I'd never thought that it would become such a powerful aphrodisiac for my wife... or her lover. When I'd finally confessed my intense need to become her chastised and cuckolded sissy maid, I was surprised by how quickly she took to the humiliation aspect of the fantasy. And as we learned each other's kinks and needs, we eventually settled on what we called "loving humiliation": gentle taunts at my diminutive dick size, or it's worthlessness as a lovemaking instrument, or my new role as her maid and servant, or what a good cocksucker she's made me become for her, or when she calls me pantywaist or cuck... or her favorite: "maid." Every word true. Every word demeaning. But yes, every word said in love. "I think she's trying to make me cum in her mouth." I look up at Mr. Jones, and try to nod in response before sucking even harder. But this time my insolence is met with his strong arms pulling my face completely onto his pubis, and I hear three things nearly simultaneously: her gasp of lust at my failed efforts to pull my head off his cock, my gagging slurps at being unable to draw air around the thick shaft engulfed by my throat, and his deep baritone giving voice to the reality that my wife loves to see her lover humiliate her chastised cuckold like this: "Don't get cocky, sissy." Oh my god, did he seriously just say that?! I can feel the rhythmic spasm begin deep in his pelvis, and I hope desperately that I'm about to be rewarded for my efforts. But goddamnit if our master lover doesn't find some control and pull back from the brink! He releases his grasp... and then pulls me almost forcefully off his cock, a long string of slobber extending between his cock and my lips. And it's at that moment that I can see my wife moving towards him, her pussy slick with its juices, her face a mask of lust and desire, and her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh god David, get my sissy off your cock so you can stuff it in my cunt." In unison, they push me back from his crotch, and I find I have a front row seat to the show as she straddles him. The tip of his massive cock presses between her swollen labia, and she leisurely slides her tight pink pussy down his gorgeous black shaft as they both moan in ecstasy. Dismissed. Not stated explicitly, but understood by all of us. I'd been dismissed with little heed, despite spending the better part of an hour with my lips wrapped around my wife's lover's cock. And I had nothing to show for it but smeared lipstick, a sore throat and aching jaw, and a swollen and frustratingly chastised mini-dick trapped in this metal belt. I stood up, giving my knees a much needed respite, and curtseyed at my two superiors fucking loudly on the couch, then scampered upstairs to change. And as I cleaned up, reapplied my makeup, and slipped into my pink English maid's uniform and petticoats, I savored the continued noise of their vigorous lovemaking, knowing she was being satisfied in a way I'd never been able to accommodate. Before I head back downstairs to resume my evening's responsibilities of making and serving dinner, I pause before the mirror for a final check, and realize yet again that it was this image that I love, perhaps even more than seeing Mr. Jones fuck my wife silly: my corset- slim waist encased in a pink satin uniform, the tops of my seamed stockings barely covered by the white petticoats beneath a too-short skirt, the white apron and maid's cap contrasting with my black stockings, and 5" heels locked onto my slim ankles. I couldn't help but curtsey to myself, and I take the moment to savor my new place in life. How did I get so goddamned lucky? Here I was, a middle-aged man with everything that I was supposed to have at this point in life: a successful career, a wonderful family and lovely home, and an amazing wife, and prospects for a nice retirement ... but instead, I'm living out my wildest fantasy. For years, I knew my life was missing something: an intense desire to be my wife's sissy cuckold. Shortly after we had started dating, she had a brief repeat interlude with her previous boyfriend... and that cuckolding has been burned into my psyche ever since. So when she found Mr. Jones again and started conversing with him, I sensed an awakening of her desires, and it was in that moment that I suspected that things might get more... interesting. For all of us. My thoughts inundate me as I stare into the mirror. God help me, I love it when she tells me that my little dick isn't allowed inside her any longer, when she taunts me by wearing lingerie meant for him, when they remind me how little my dick is... but especially when I'm punished for mistakes with additional days (or weeks!) in chastity. And it's precisely chastity that reinforces my fate. I've come to love this constant soreness in my balls, this terribly frustrating and wonderfully erotic ache. It reminds me what I am, who I am, and that my wife's treasures are off limits to me. I curtsey again, and recite my sissy mantra before beginning my evening's service: "I am a maid, a sissy, a cuckold, and I am locked in chastity. I am locked in chastity to learn: service, deportment, and submission. I am locked in chastity because: maids aren't allowed to have distractions, sissies aren't allowed to have orgasms, and cuckolds aren't allowed to have sex. I am locked in chastity to become: a better maid, a better sissy, and a better cuckold. I am locked in chastity because I am a maid, a sissy, and a cuckold. I am happy to be locked in chastity by Ms. Smith, and I am so proud to be her sissy maid cuckold."