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A Party For Some
"59...lick, 60...lick. Sir, I invite you to fuck my wife any time that
she desires without any concern for my feelings or rights as her
husband. I have voluntarily become her cuckold husband and accept all
that it implies. lick, 61...lick, 62...lick, 63..."
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Ding Dong!!! My heart skipped several beats. The guests had arrived. I
fussed with the arrangement of the cheese and meats on the snack tray,
hoping to put off the inevitable a teeny bit longer.
From behind me, "Don't keep my guest waiting dumbass. Go answer the
door." Startled, I spun around to find my wife's smile literally
glowing with mischief. "And take off that silly apron so you can show
off the new outfit I got you!"
The moment of truth. Once again I was faced with the same two options,
continue on this path of humiliation and servitude or run; and accept
that we'd be divorced soon. I just couldn't imagine life without
Janice, no matter how that ended up. Trembling, I hesitated just inside
the front door afraid of exposing myself, a ridiculous man wearing an
outfit more becoming of a college girl.
What really paralyzed me though, was that there might be a tall, dark,
handsome, muscled up man here to see my wife. I was afraid that she
would spend the evening fawning over him. Afraid that every move he
made, every word he spoke would show how inadequate I was and how
superior he was. I was so anxious about that that I didn't even worry
about who the other guest was, I just dreaded that one of them would be
my wife's boyfriend.
"Open the door, asshole," my wife whispered. From her vantage behind
me, she'd be able to see her guests expressions easily.
(Though I may have been trembling with fear, the silky winged
butterflies within were swarming in excited trepidation of the upcoming
events.)
Taking a deep breath, my shaking hand turned the knob and pulled. The
shocked expressions on the two women's faces caused me to exhale
sharply, causing a very unpleasant snort to issue from my lips. I was
totally embarrassed by how rude that must have sounded. But...just long
enough for me to then realize how much more embarrassing it was to be
standing here modeling my new outfit and looking utterly ridiculous.
"Jenny, this is my husband Michael. Sandra, of course you already know
Michael," Janice explained. "Ohhhhh....Did I forget to tell you that
Michael, er Crystal, likes to pretend he is a woman? Sorry! It must
have slipped my mind," my wife continued, "I know It must be quite a
shock to see him dressed like this but he just insisted on wearing his
new outfit and even begged me to help him with his make-up."
(For some reason I felt so betrayed by her lie to me that they already
knew I cross dressed and then telling them it was my idea to dress in
this outfit. She really knew how to play this whole deal)
My face turned beet red as the two women took in my outfit and studied
my face after Janice had lied to them about the make-up. Jenny was
Janice's friend from work and Sandra was her Sister.
A fine example of womanhood with large, firm breasts and curvy hips,
Sandra had a cruel streak in her that I had witnessed at family
gatherings. She had never approved of Janice marrying me and didn't
miss many chances to point out my faults. More than once I had felt the
brunt of her cruelty. But, she was very pretty and sexy so like most
men I overlooked her faults.
Janice's friend from work was on the petite side, small of frame but
with a nice figure that matched her size, sporting medium size breasts
rather than large ones that detracted from her other assets. Jenny's
blond wavelets framed high cheekbones and a pert upturned nose. Her
porcelain skin and blue eyes gave her face a fairie like resemblance.
"Crystal, you silly thing, move out of the way and let my guests in,"
my wife directed. "She's so proud of showing off her new outfit she's
forgetting her manners. Go get the snack tray and some refreshments for
us...girl," Then whispering in a conspiritorial manner she continued,
"She tends to pout if you don't refer to her as a girl and use her new
name so please try to remember to call her Crystal.
(Buzz, buzz, buzz. Was there something about having a red face that
brought the butterflies to life?)
It was going to be a long, long night. It was bad enough that Janice
insisted I dress in this extremely girly outfit but to make the others
believe that it was all my idea was ten times worse. Then telling them
I'd pout if they didn't call me Crystal. Oh well, what could I do but
go along with it or suffer Janice's rage? Still, it was a hard pill to
swallow having her play me so easily.
I scurried off to the kitchen to get the snack tray and prepare another
tray with an assortment of the girly drinks. Their muted voices weren't
quite hushed enough for me to miss a couple of their questions. "Does
he, I mean does she dress like this all of the time?" and "She doesn't
go out in public dressed like that does she?" I didn't hear my wife's
response but their laughter made me think I was better off not knowing
what other lies she might have told them.
It took no time at all for my Sister-in-law to start in with me. When I
returned, I placed the snack tray on the coffee table in easy reach for
the three of them and offered the tray of drinks to each to choose
from. Sandra scowled at the offering and said, "Dipshit, you know I
drink beer. You didn't think I'd want something to drink too?"
"I'm soooo sorry Sandra. I'd forgotten you liked beer," I apologized,
"I'll be right back." This wasn't going to be good. I'd received
spankings for less. And even worse, I was supposed to have my cock cage
removed tonight, what if Janice decided to withhold that as punishment
for the insult to her Sister?
Literally running to the kitchen I got a beer for my Siter-in-law and
opened it. If I hadn't been worried that it would foam over I would
have ran back. "That's more like it," she proclaimed as I set a napkin
on the table in front of her. "Stand up right here in front of me so I
can get a good look at you, girl," she commanded.
That's all I needed, my spiteful Sister-in-law's personal attention. I
wondered how long before I could escape to cook dinner. Parading around
like a fairy in front of the neighbors was starting to sound preferable
about now, I knew how Sandra was. Standing inches from her, I tried to
act non-chalant about the whole thing but it's hard to act normal when
you're a man dressed like a college flirt.
"Turn around and let me see that fine ass you've got tucked into those
Daisy Dukes, girly," I did as Sandra instructed feeling somewhat like a
stripper on display. (Tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle. Bestill
butterflies! This is the wicked witch of the west.) Swatting my ass
Sandra replied, "Nice. I'll bet the boys like those sweet buns. Now
turn back around so I can check out that rack you're sporting."
She giggled as she studied my panty filled bra. The two panties did
look stupidly insufficient to imitate a set of breasts. The breastforms
that Janice refused to let me wear would have been so much better. They
even had nipples. "Oh, no, no, no, no honey. Boys like big breasts, not
little bitty ones. Don't you have something else you can stuff in
there?"
Even Jenny laughed at that. My wife told me to go get several more
panties, no wait, just bring your whole panty drawer. "I tried to tell
you little tits wouldn't look good," she hollared after me as I dashed
to my room. More lies. She was getting good at this game!
This was getting out of control and I didn't see any end to it. The day
was still pretty young, how much more humiliation could they put me
through? Especially with Janice making up lies about me. I didn't dare
contradict her though. Especially not today.
When I returned with the drawer Janice made an announcement, "I know
we're having fun playing dress up right now but if I let Crystal get
away with being such a sloppy host there's no telling what bad habits
she'll develope."
"Whatever do you mean, Sis?" Sandra exclaimed, fooling nobody with her
fake innocence.
"Well, you might be family but you're still a guest here and Crystal
just totally disrespected you by not bringing you anything to drink,"
Janice answered, "I really can't put up with that sort of inattention.
Unfortunately, the only way Crystal here seems to learn anything is by
being punished," my beloved sighed.
'Oh, oh. Please not more time in chastity. Not that!' I inwardly
begged. 'It's been two weeks.' My cods were already swollen from pent
up frustration and neglected release.
"Normally I spank her and that usually helps her remember but she's
locked in chastity and tonight she was due to be released. I probably
should just add another week," my spouse rationalized.
"What!!! You've got her locked up??? How did you do that???" Jenny
screamed. She had finished her fruity drink and it seemed to have
loosened her up so that she was getting into the spirit of things.
"Did you say you spank him? I mean her? Ohhh, that sounds like fun,"
Sandra declared. "I vote you spank him."
"It's not that simple, Sis. You have to remember that we are trying to
teach this simpleminded little bimbo how to act properly. One has to do
whatever will be most remembered."
"Please Sis, spank him. I want to see that. Please."
My shoulders slumped in resignation to the inevitable. My expression,
dejected.
"Look at her, Sandra. See how hurt she looks right now? I told you
she'd pout if you referred to her as a male," Janice expounded making
more fun of me and turning things around once again.
Of course I wasn't hurt because Sandra failed to refer to me as female,
mine was the look of dread for getting into trouble and then having to
pay for it.
"Alright, just for you Sis, a spanking it is. I guess now you'll get to
see her chastity device because she'll have to pull her shorts and
panties down." Jenny's eyes lit up with that comment. She seemed
particularily interested in the cock lock.
Looking me dead in the eyes, my wife's expression told me that she had
totally planned this all out. I was instructed to get one of the
kitchen chairs and bring it to the living room. When I returned she
commanded me to get the box from her room that had been delivered a few
days ago. "Oh, and don't forget the cuffs."
"Crystal, please open the box for me." I peeled the package open and
dumped out a black leather flogger. Written on it in bright pink
letters was the word SLAVE. My heart sank eyeing this evil device.
How I hated spankings. I knew without doubt that it would continue
until I was crying and blubbering like a child. Now in addition to the
neighbors bearing witness, there would be two front row spectators.
"Assume the position," I was commanded. Leaning over the chair, I
placed my hands on the back of the seat to be handcuffed, my feet
straddling the chair legs. Normally, Janice would pull my panties to my
knees, lowering my shorts or tucking my skirt beforehand. She did so
and fastened one of the cuffs to my wrist. "Wait! This is obviously
going to be thirsty work. How about you run and get us some more drinks
before we get started, bitch."
I waddled to the kitchen, the lowered panties and shorts restricting my
gait. How absurd must that have looked? I refilled the drink tray,
doubling up in hopes that I wouldn't immediately have to retrieve more
after my punishment. Oh how I dreaded these spankings, moreso with an
audience. I put three of Sandra's beers on the tray just to be safe.
While walking in their direction, I was distinctly aware that my
chastity device would be on full display. It was embarrassing enough to
have to bare my privates in front of these women but to have it's small
size emphasized by fitting into such a little bitty cock cage was
doubly shameful. Jenny of course, couldn't take her eyes away from my
crotch as I approached. Despite the situation, my dick tried it's best
to get an erection when I glanced at Jenny and realized just how sexy
the little blond was.
With almost a dozen bottles on the tray it was most difficult to carry
and balance in my hampered situation. Shuffling back, I replaced the
women's drinks, twisting the tops off for each and resumed my position
in front of the chair.
From the moment when I opened the door for the guests, I had been in a
constant state of shame. 'Is this how it's going to be all evening or
will I eventually get used to this?' I wondered. 'I'm not sure I can
stand having my nerves on edge all of the time like this. My stomach is
steadily churning with butterflies.'
There was no reprieve this time. My wife efficiently cuffed me to the
chair and there, bent over, naked ass exposed, my pink panties and
shorts around my knees I awaited my punishment. I could hear Jenny
giggle nervously. I suspected she would be in shock after she witnessed
one of my wife's ass whippings. Sandra on the other hand would probably
be delighted to see me get the spanking.
"Would you like to do the honors, Sis?" Janice asked.
"What. You want me to spank Michael. I mean Crystal?" Sandra said in
astonishment.
"Sure, why not. It's never been a secret that you didn't like her
anyway. I think you'll enjoy it," my mistress answered.
"Well, I guess so. This ought to be fun," Sandra's tone didn't hold
quite the same conviction that her words implied.
'What?' I thought to myself, 'She sounds hesitant. How could that be?'
Janice handed the thick leather flogger to her Sister and stepped out
of the way. Jenny, eyes wide open, sat staring in disbelief as Sandra
took her place behind me. Hesitating, as if trying to get up the nerve
my Siter-in-law idly slapped her hand with the flogger.
I suppose it must be weird to be in the situation where you have
permission to spank a grown person and for Sandra it would give a whole
different meaning to our relationship. Never would I be able to look
her in the eye as an equal again. How would her attitude about me
change after spanking me? I'm sure it had already changed considerably
after seeing me dressed as a woman. And not fot the better.
'Slap.' I had steeled myself for much worse. That barely stung. Maybe
this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"She's never going to learn anything if you spank her like that!" My
wife scolded. "Here, let me show you," Janice grabbed the evil flogger
and laid ten hard smacks on my bare ass in quick succession. I yelp
with each one and tears were already forming in my eyes. "That's how
you do it," she gleamed in victory as she handed the paddle back to her
Sister.
I should have known better.
Sandra resumed her position and commented to me, "It's nothing personal
ya know. You just have to be taught some manners," and with that my
Siter-in-law started spanking my ass with the flogger. It still wasn't
as hard as Janice hit but it was hard enough to hurt like hell and the
tears started pouring in earnest.
My Sister-in-law paused for a moment and took a long swig of her beer
then it was like a switch flipped, "Fuck it, you piece of shit. You
were never good enough for my Sister and this just proves it!" SMACK.
"Dressing up like a woman!" SMACK. "Acting like some kind of Sissy
fag!" SMACK. "Little needle dick so small it doesn't even fill the
chastity thing!" SMACK. "Wearing make-up and little pink socks!" SMACK.
"Janice deserves a real husband," SMACK. "Not a limp dick wimp like
you," SMACK. She was giving Janice a run for her money now with her
hateful spanking.
On and on it went, insult followed by a belt from the flogger followed
by another insult. I cried out for mercy, begging, "Please stop Sandra,
please. I won't ever forget your beer or anybody else's drink again,
just please stop. I hurts so bad," My words were slurred as I tried to
both beg mercy and yelp in pain at the same time. Janice sat on the
couch and laughed at my plight, encouraaging her Sister. "That's right,
teach her some manners, Sis."
Despite the extreme pain I was in, but.......because of the delicious
humiliation I was suffering through, the butterflies soared, oh they
soared. (An asswhipping from your Sister-in-law! Sweet.) And...my cock
tried it's best to break through it's plastic prison, straining to
stand up and announce our excitement. (A spanking from your hot, big
titted, Sister-in-law! How delicously lewd!) God it hurt but the other
side of the coin made it worth it!
I cried out, "I promise to be good from now on. I'll be a real good
girl, really." (Where did girl come from?) "I swear to you Sandra I'll
never forget your drink again. Never! Please stop spanking me." And she
did. Finally.
The flogger was considerably shorter than the belt Janice usually used
but it had more heft to it and hurt every bit as much. I'm sure we put
on quite a show for the neighbors. It ought to be a decent show later
as well when I went outside to grill. The welts on the back of my legs
would be visible in addition to the Sissy Outfit Show.
"Alright, you stupid oaf, have you learned your lessen?" Janice
shrieked, making sure the neighborhood could witness my humiliation.
"Yes Ma'am," I answered, my voice hoarse from crying.
"WHAT?" SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"YES MA'AM, I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON," I wailed, making sure the
neighbors heard what a submissive little wimp I had become.
Janice released my cuffs. It was hard to stand up straight. My whole
body was tense from anticipating each slap of the flogger. Also from
enduring the pain. My face, a wash of make-up, tears, snot and slobber.
I dreaded pulling the tight shorts up over my sore ass but there was
little choice. Gritting my teeth, I pulled them up and with practiced
control barely whimpered as I adjusted to the added pain of tight
shorts carressing the welts. The cock cage made them even tighter.
Thinking quickly before things got even more out of hand I offered to
get them more drinks or anything else they might desire. "See. I told
you she learned if the punishment was severe enough," my wife bragged
to the women.
Jenny sat motionless, staring at the flogger that Janice had left on
the chair. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine when I offered her another drink
which she took absentmindedly. My wife noticed this.
"It's alright Jenny, she's used to it. I have to punish her like this
at least once a week. She's come to expect it," my wife apprised her,
"I've been studying about Sissy cuckolds and how they...wait a minute.
I need to back up and explain. "You need to understand, she brought
this about herself."
Janice then went on to tell them all about coming home and finding me
dressed in womens clothes and about how she found the internet sites I
frequented.
More red cheeks as the dirtiest of my secrets was revealed to these two
women. Mine very red, Jenny's a faint flush as she stole a quick glance
at my face before avoiding eye contact again. I got the impression that
she was getting turned on by this by the way she started squirming in
her seat and her keen interest in the chastity device.
Was Jenny's boyfriend about to be in for a big surprise? I got the
feeling that by the time she left, she would know where to buy a cock
lock.
"So, as you can see, I'm just helping her fulfill her dreams. And as
crazy as it sounds, even the spankings are a part of her fantasy so
don't feel sorry for her. She knows it's for her own good. Believe it
or not, sometimes I've spanked her when she's not wearing her chastity
device and she gets the cutest little hard on."
Can a red face get even redder?
Finally, after the fun and games of punishing this wretched little
slave bitch, we got around to properly stuffing my bra. Properly by
their standards, which meant using every one of my panties. Just to
make sure I looked dumber still, they made sure one side was stuffed
more than the other so attention would be drawn by any onlookers that I
couldn't even stuff a bra properly.
As much as my fakely filled bra stood out before for being inadequate,
it now stood out even moreso because the Sissy Crossdresser obviously
wanted to look like a bimbo. That's what any observers would assume
anyway. And, it wouldn't be long before I would be on display for all
to enjoy either. Dinner had to be prepared real soon.
I was dismissed from their presence with the warning to listen out in
case they needed refills. I've never been happier to spend time in the
kitchen puttering around, cleaning and cooking.
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Janice slipped to the kitchen to inform me that she wanted dinner to be
ready at seven. That gave me just under two hours to get the beans
baked, the meat grilled and table set.
"Come here," my wife commanded from where she was standing in the
doorway to the livingroom. We were just out of sight from the guests
but certainly within hearing distance. Grabbing my cods and squeezing,
Janice grinned as she told me that I'd better behave really well
tonight. If I embarrassed her a second time, another week would be
added to my confinement. Maybe even another spanking as well.
Squeezing my sack extra hard, she commented, "Jenny might want a turn
spanking you too. After a couple of drinks and some more explanation
from me she's beginning to understand your need for pain and
punishment! She's been asking lots of questions."
Once Janice had returned to the group I heard a tittering from the
room. I was soon summoned to their room to refresh their drinks. While
doing so my wife told me that the girls had a hard time believing all
the things she had told them about me. So she began questioning.
"Did I come home from work and find you dressed in a schoolgirl
outfit?"
She had just warned me about embarrassing her further so I had no
choice. "Yes ma'am," Giggles from the couch.
"Look at me when I'm addressing you, girl," she commanded. "When I
surprised you, was there a video playing of a man lying under a woman,
licking her black lover's cum from her?"
"Yes ma'am." Now looking directly at her.
With a smirk on her face she asked, "Did he then suck the cum from the
man's cock too?"
"Yes ma'am," I squirmed.
"Do you really get off on watching that shit?" Sandra blurted.
"Yes ma'am."
"Look at her when you're answering her," my wife directed, "I warned
you."
Turning to Sandra, it was the hardest thing to keep looking her in the
eyes when I answered, "Yes ma'am. You'd be surprised how many men get
off on that," It was bad enough that she now knows I crossdress and has
seen me thus, has had the privilege of spanking me and now I had to
admit to her and Jenny that I got off watching men cuckold their wives
and enjoyed watching them clean the jism, including sucking the men.
The look of distain on Sandra's face told me I was the lowest of the
lowly and had just confirmed her belief that Janice never should have
married me.
Janice continued the inquest, "When I found your secret stash, besides
an assortment of womens clothes was there also an assortment of butt
plugs, dildoes, cock rings and the chastity device you are now
wearing?"
Swallowing hard, I admitted, "Yes ma'am."
Looking triumphant, "So...all of these things, these toys, you
possessed and used long before I ever knew anything about them or your
fetish?"
"Yes ma'am," I felt like I was on one of those TV shows where the MC
exposes your wife beating, child molesting history to the world for all
to see.
"So you bought the chastity device yourself?" Jenny asked in
astonishment, "Why?"
I noticed when looking at her as directed, that her nipples were
standing out from her pert breasts. This chastity thing definately
excited her. "Yes ma'am," I answered. I was hoping they wouldn't
realize I hadn't answered the second question. I'm not sure I could
answer that.
Without hesitation, Janice snatched the flogger up and smacked me on
the ass. Hard. "Answer her. Why?"
"I'm not sure," I shrugged, "I got a kick out of wearing it all day
while I was doing things around the house, and looking at, well, porn.
Sometimes I would wear loose pants and even wear it when I was out in
public somewhere. I'd pretend I was locked up like the guys in the
pictures except, I had the key so I'd play games with myself and set
times before I could remove it. I'd tease myself and think about erotic
things. It would make me...more horny."
The whole time I recited this I had to look Jenny in the face. She
looked at me with a puzzled expression, like she was really trying to
understand why a man would want to be kept from orgasm. For some reason
I felt compelled to make her understand. "Not only did it make me more
horny but my wife benefitted too. When we had sex I would pretend that
I was still locked up and all I was allowed to do was give Janice oral
so I'd do that a long time before we finally got down to it.
Sandra was now getting squirmy with my talk of giving her sister an
extra dose of oral. I think both of these women had the makings to
become dominant in their relationships and it seemed to me we were
putting ideas into their heads that may change the direction of their
relationship with their men.
"So you like to eat your own creampie? That's what they call it,
right," Sandra inquired.
SMACK. "Answer her, dipshit." Another belt from my wife.
Defending myself, I told her I thought she was just making a statement.
"She asked if it was called a creampie and the first question was
implied, dumbass."
"Yes ma'am, it's called a creampie. I can't say I like to but I've
become accustomed to it. It's weird, before I 'make it' so to speak,
I'm horny as hell and get even hotter just thinking about licking her
clean. But...once I get off and I'm not real horny anymore I loose most
of the desire to clean up. But I do it anyway and I'm trying to
convince myself afterwards that I really want to gobble it up."
What the hell was I doing? I just stood there right in front of Jenny
whom I'd just met and confessed to my Sister-in-law that I liked to eat
creampies. Worse, I went into more detail than I needed to. Why did I
feel compelled to make them understand? (I think it was the butterflies
talking)
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