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Educating A Sissy Cuckold
by Throne
"Let's make sure that you're at least presentable, Chrissy" said
Miranda. "The last thing I want is for Link to get here and be
distracted by you not looking sissy enough. All his attention needs to
be on me."
The sexy dark-haired woman inspected her husband with a critical eye.
He was short and slender, with sandy blond hair that had been allowed
to grow to collar length, and was now put up in two ponytails at the
sides of his head. His face was smooth because she'd had all traces of
a beard permanently removed months ago. His features were made up with
eyebrow pencil, mascara, shadow, blush and lipstick, all overdone to
make him look less like a convincing female and more like what he was,
a simpering sissy. Christopher, now being called by his sissy name
Chrissy, was dressed to suit his role. He wore a nylon chemise that
ended at his hips and bikini-cut panties, both in pale pink. They
showed off the totally hairless state of his body. On his small feet
were ballet shoes of the same color. He stood there with his hands
over his crotch, knees together.
Miranda shook her head. "I don't know. If Link doesn't think you're
girly enough, it could ruin the mood for our entire evening." She took
a bottle of perfume off the dresser and sprayed a cloud of it into the
air in front of him. When she gestured for him to move he walked
dutifully through it, getting the scent distributed all over him. "I
hope that does the trick." She paused to shake her head, disapproving
of his appearance, even though it was her who had made look him that
way. "Now go and wash those panties I left for you in the bathroom."
He executed a curtsey and hurried away, stinging from her critical
attitude. The panties were waiting in a pile atop the hamper. There
were four pairs, all of them sexy, the way his wife liked them for
enticing Link. Chrissy picked one up, glanced around furtively, and
held it under his nose. He inhaled the scent of his wife's pussy.
Then he reverently kissed the crotch, daring to even stick out the tip
of his tongue and taste the womanly flavor. He whimpered with need.
It was so difficult to live with such a seductive female and be denied
a husband's normal access to her body. He lowered one hand to feel the
hard plastic chastity that cruelly contained his penis and guaranteed
that he could not get an erection and, therefore, could gain no relief.
His poor balls throbbed with discomfort. His previous cock cage had
been bad enough, but last week his wife had switched him to this even
smaller one. His already tiny dick was now compressed to a mere
nubbin.
Of course Miranda knew about his panty sniffing habit. She had spied
on him often enough that she knew all of his secrets. Instead of
stopping him, she allowed his naughtiness to continue, as she enjoyed
anything that kept him in his state of constant titillation. She loved
having him excited and unable to do anything to empty his overloaded
balls. He filled the sink with warm water and added a squirt of the
mild liquid detergent that she insisted he use. In went the first
pair. He took the second and pressed it to his lips. OMG. She had
worn this pair after sex and they were soiled with Link's semen, which
had oozed out of her pussy. Miranda usually made Chrissy lick her
clean after sex. He tried to remember when was the last time he had
been spared that task. It was three nights ago, when he was crouched
down in the wicker basket that occupied a corner of the bedroom, the
lid closed so that he was able to hear but not see them having sex. As
distasteful as using his mouth on her most private part after sex was
to him, it pleased her and his entire world revolved around making his
wife happy. Over time he had become addicted to eating cream pie for
the psychological boost it gave is battered ego when she enjoyed it.
He lapped at the dried crust of mingled sex fluids until it softened
and he could suck it off. Chrissy allowed it to linger on his tongue.
As awful as it tasted, it somehow made him feel closer to Miranda. He
pictured her dusky oval face, dominated by dark eyes, a slim nose, high
cheekbones, and full delectable lips. At the same time he imagined
Link, that tall muscular brute, holding her tight and kissing that
luscious mouth. Those thoughts added to his excitement. His wife had
remade his mind so that every humiliation was somehow transformed into
yet another source of sexual stimulation. He reluctantly lowered those
panties into the water and gave the final two pairs quick sniffs before
adding them as well. As gently as he could he washed all four. Then
he used tiny clip clothespins to hang them up to dry in the shower
enclosure. If Link and Miranda wanted to get in there later, probably
together, he would have to quickly remove the hanging lingerie.
Once he was done, he hurried back to tell his wife. She had changed
for her lover's arrival. She had on a red corset trimmed in black that
cinched her already narrow waist. Garters attached to the seductive
garment supported gunmetal grey stockings. She wore no panties, so her
neatly trimmed pubic hair was boldly displayed. Chrissy swallowed hard
and tried not to stare. Miranda smirked at his helplessness. She
stepped up to him and toyed with his nipples through the thin material
of his chemise. He moaned and writhed his hips, but did not dare to
try to stop her. After she had put him into a state of distraction,
his wife patted him on the cheek and walked away.
She called back, "Make sure there are glasses set out on the kitchen
counter. I'm not sure if Link will want wine or beer."
He rushed to get stemmed glasses and a beer mug. Full of nervous
energy, he rechecked the refrigerator to be certain there was plenty of
beer chilled and that the wine was exactly where it belonged to be
easily reached. While he was doing some final straightening up the
front door opened. He reacted to the sound by wiggle-walking to the
living room. As Link strode toward him, Chrissy gave a deep curtsey.
The big man wore a muscle shirt, tight jeans, and thick-soled shoes.
The sissy asked, using his softest voice, "May I get you something to
drink, Sir?"
"Yeah. Grab me a beer, fairy. But first tell me what your wife is
wearing."
Chrissy hadn't expected that. He stammered out, "She has on a new
corset."
"Whoa. Does it show off her tits?"
The cuckold cringed inwardly. "Yes, Sir."
"So you've been checking out her boobs, have you?"
"No, Sir."
"Then how do you know how good they look?"
"I... I..."
"Damn, Chrissy. First you're eyeballing my woman and then you're lying
to me. This isn't going to go well for you and your sissy ass."
"N... no, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"You should be."
Miranda swept into the room on high heels, looking like an invitation
to The Bedroom Olympics. She went to Link, who took her in his long
arms in a tight embrace. She turned up her face and he kissed her
hard. Chrissy knew their tongues were sliding all over each other. No
matter how many times he saw them like that, it always broke his heart.
When they finally separated Link said, "Missy Chrissy is already giving
me trouble. She lied to me about how she wants to grab your tits, and
then admitted it. A real sad case."
"I know. The brat has been nothing but trouble all day. I don't know
what I'm going to do with her."
"Well, first she needs a good sound spanking."
"That's wonderful, Link. But no matter how red you make her ass,
pretty soon she's back to being a brat."
"True. That's why I have something else planned for later. What you
might call a long-term solution to her bad behavior."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Let's make that a surprise for the pansy." He turned his attention to
Chrissy. "You want to be a surprise, don't you, princess?"
"Yes, Sir," he answered unhappily.
"And you agree that you've earn one of my extra-mean spankings, don't
you?"
"I..." He choked on what he had to say. "I agree 100%, Sir. I
definitely deserve it."
"Okay. But get me my beer first. That spanking is thirsty work."
"You heard him," Miranda added. "And it'll give you time to think
about how difficult you've been for me."
As Chrissy went to fetch the drink, he replayed the morning and
afternoon in his mind without being able to recall any trouble he had
caused. And Link had tricked him into incriminating himself on those
other matters. He was used to getting spanked by the powerful man, but
the punishment being so undeserved this time made it even worse than
usual. He got a bottle of beer and the mug, put them on a tray, and
took them to Link, who was now sitting on the couch with Miranda.
After setting the tray on the coffee table he looked at his wife
questioningly.
She decided, "As long as I have some time before we head to the
bedroom, bring me a glass of wine. Make it white. I'll enjoy having a
drink while I watch my man give my sissy's sitter a tanning."
Link was pouring his beer into the mug, so Chrissy was able to take the
tray back to the kitchen. He opened the screw-top bottle and poured,
then took his wife her drink. She accepted it and then Chrissy had to
return the tray to its starting point. They made sure he always had to
take those extra steps, possibly because they liked to watch his swishy
gait, or maybe just to make him do more. When he returned they were
chatting and enjoying their drinks. Chrissy put himself where he as
out of the way but readily available for anything else they might want.
The happy couple kissed a few more times before Link got up with a
sigh, as if facing some annoying job.
"All right," he said. "Instead of sitting with my woman and finishing
my brew, I have to take care of Miss Misbehaves." He went to a
straight-back chair across from where Miranda was relaxing. Link sat
and called to Chrissy, "Let's go, sugar buns. Time for Daddy to make
you squeal."
The hapless husband took small steps as he went to Link. He was told
to lower his panties to mid-thigh and did it. Where he couldn't see
her, Miranda laughed behind her hand. Chrissy draped himself across
muscular thighs, reached down, and held onto the legs of the chair.
The powerful man placed one hand on the small of his victim's back and
raised the other high.
He said to Miranda, "I think twenty would be about right. What do you
think?"
She decided, "Ask me when you get to the full count. I want to see how
my irritating sissy acts while you're swatting her fanny."
"Good idea," he agreed.
Chrissy was listening to them and had his guard down. Link struck
unexpectedly, hitting with all his force. The sissy wailed and his
legs jerked. Miranda laughed again, this time openly. She watched
with an avid expression as her lover delivered the next nine smacks,
each one producing a loud fleshy crack and an answering yelp. By the
time Link reached the halfway mark and halted, Chrissy was wriggling
nonstop, crying and blubbering. His face was red and so was his butt.
He settled down gradually as his tormentor took a break.
"Yo, babe," Link called across the room. "Bring me my beer. I need a
swig."
She cheerfully got up and brought him the heavy mug. He took a swallow
and then pressed the cool glass against Chrissy's burning bottom. The
sissy sighed and his muscles relaxed slightly. Miranda took the mug
back and got comfortable for the second act. Link gave the upturned
bottom a few pats, knowing how much its owner hated being touched by
another man. Chrissy was positively phobic about it. Then the
spanking resumed, with no reduction in force. Miranda leaned forward
to take in every detail. The scene was getting her wet between the
legs. Link landed the final two blows. Chrissy's soft bottom was now
not only red but starting to swell.
"So," inquired Link. "Was twenty enough?"
"I would have said yes, but when you were nice enough to put your cold
beer on her hot bottom, she didn't even have the good manners to thank
you. So let's up the count to an even two dozen."
"Four more," he confirmed. "Just let me give my hand a rest."
"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" she asked solicitously. "Are you
all right?"
"I guess so," he said uncertainly, as if he was the one who was
suffering. To his prey he said, "You don't know how sore my hand is
right now. You can't imagine what I'm feeling."
Chrissy sniffled. "Yes, Sir." He felt obligated to apologize, despite
the fact that he was the one who was hurting. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"You should be. I'm making a big effort here to help you be a better
sissy."
"Yes, Sir." Just to be safe he added, "Thank you, Sir."
"Hey, Chrissy," Miranda offered. "Tell him you want the rest of your
punishment. Say it the way we talked about."
Sounding like a London street urchin, the spanked sissy said, "May I
have some more, Sir?"
"Okay," Link said, holding up both hands as if he had no choice but to
obey Chrissy's wish. "If you insist."
He raised his hand and brought it down fast, slapping one already sore
butt cheek, then doing the same to the other. Then he paused for four
beats before delivering another pair of stinging blows. Chrissy
gritted his teeth but couldn't keep from crying again. His face was
wet with tears. His nose ran. His breathing was ragged. Link stood
up, dumping him onto the carpet.
"There you go," Link said. "All done, Little Fanny Annie."
Chrissy lay there holding his blazing rump, his lips quivering, unable
to staunch his tears. He looked toward his wife with pleading eyes.
Link asked Melinda, "How does that make you feel, seeing your wimp
hubby take his medicine?"
"You know it gets me hot," she purred. "And if you don't take me to
bed right now, I'm going to do I-don't-know-what."
He laughed soundlessly. "How about the loser? Do you want to put him
in his basket? I could make it headfirst, so he'd be upside down in
there the entire time we're going at it."
"I'd rather have him standing in the corner, with his panties at half
mast, showing off his tail end while it looks like a ripe red apple."
"Done. You heard the lady, Chrissy. Into the bedroom and put yourself
in the corner, nose where the walls meet. I'm going to grab a fresh
beer and I'll be right in."
Miranda hurried to the bedroom to check her hair. Her spouse followed,
looking like a whipped dog, or at least a well-spanked sissy. Link
followed shortly, bottle in hand, not bothering with the mug. The
cuckold took up his position, forced to listen to his wife undressing
Link, their love talk, foreplay, and loud sex. The latter went on for
an hour before they were both sated. The air was thick with the scent
of lovemaking. Chrissy could only stay where he was and try not to
sniffle too loudly, because he didn't want to earn himself more
discipline. About a half hour later Link's phone rang.
"Yo," he said into it. "The front door is unlocked. Come on in. I'm
sure my Miranda won't mind, especially when she finds out what you're
here for. We'll be out to the bedroom in a few. There's beer in the
fridge if you want one."
Miranda questioned him with her eyes. He just smiled and got up to do
a fast wash in the bathroom before coming back for his pants and shirt.
She did a quick pussy clean-up with tissues and then went to Chrissy,
made him turn around, and stuffed them into his mouth. Then she put on
a short belted robe.
When everyone got to the living room there was another man there,
strappingly built like Link. He wore a black T-shirt and faded jeans,
along with motorcycle boots. The stranger introduced himself to
Miranda as Ace.
"The thing is," Link explained, "my man here has been inside a few
times." When Miranda didn't understand he clarified, "In prison. Not
for anything serious. And while he was there he developed a taste for
sissies... like Chrissy."
Link's lover was suddenly very interested. She looked at the new
arrival and asked, "So, Ace, what did you do with those sissies?"
"What do you think?" he said with a grin. "I taught them to get down
on their knees and suck cock. And I made them bend over so I could
drill them."
"And that's what you want to do to my dear sissy husband? Use him like
one of your cell block sperm banks?"
"That's about it. Link told me the punk has been giving you a hard
time, and that he needs some of what weaklings like him get when they
do hard time. Some reeducation."
She hesitated for only seconds. Her eyes lit up and she wanted to
know, "Can we watch?"
"For sure. I'm a big show-off."
During that exchange Chrissy could only stand there as his horror grew.
He darted his eyes around, like a trapped animal searching for an
escape route. In just his chemise and panties, the slippers having
flow off when he kicked his feet during the spanking, he felt utterly
vulnerable. His make-up, damaged by perspiration and tears, branded
him as the sort of target Ace aimed for. Those used tissues still
filled his mouth. The ex-con strode over and grabbed Chrissy's
unmuscular arm.
"Hey," said Ace. "You're smooth all over like a girl. I like that."
He reached around to squeeze Chrissy's ass. "And soft like one, too."
Chrissy whimpered. He reflexively tried to pull away and it cost him
two slaps across the face, forward and back, making the dirty tissues
fall out of his mouth..
"Wow," said Miranda, and licked her lips.
Ace got his face close to Chrissy's and hollered, "You're mine, bitch.
I own you. Now get onto your knees." In a state of disoriented shock,
mixed with deep fear, the cuckold got down on the carpet. Ace snarled,
"Take my cock out in the open. NOW !" The sissy fumbled but managed
to do it. He undid Ace's belt, opened his jeans, and lowered his fly.
After he tugged the man's pants down far enough, he did the same to his
shorts. Ace sneered down at him. "Like what you see, fag?"
What Chrissy saw was a dangling cock, longer than average with width to
match. His conditioning made him answer, "Yes, Sir."
"If you like it so much, don't be shy, girl. Touch it. Give it a
feel. It won't bite. But it might spit."
Miranda's husband held it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. At
Ace's urging he got the other fingers on it. Then he had to stroke it.
Soon the already impressive member was growing. He worked it up to its
full dimensions, which were impressive. The head was a big rosy knob.
The shaft was ribbed with veins.
"Don't stop now, little queen. You got it leaking already. See that
drop of clear stuff on the end? You're supposed to lick that off. Can
you do that, or do I have to give you some special motivation? Do you
need another face-slapping lesson, sissy?"
"No, Sir," Chrissy responded in a strained whisper. He extended his
tongue and used the tip of retrieve that drop of thick sticky fluid.
Ace took hold of the short ponytails at either side of the cuckold's
head. He pulled just hard enough to let the kneeling figure know what
he wanted. Chrissy allowed himself to be eased forward. His mouth
opened and the cockhead entered. When Ace gave a short tug, Chrissy
sealed his lips around the shaft, just behind the knob.
"Go on," Ace told him with a hint of menace. "Class is in session.
Cock Gobbling 101. Do for me what you wish your wife would do for
you."
Chrissy summoned up his blowjob fantasies. He longed to have Miranda's
please his dick with her mouth, impossible as that was now. The sissy
ran his tongue around the wide corona and then gave several hard sucks.
He moved his head forward and back. That led to him falling into a
natural rhythm, bobbing on the hard length, taking in another two
inches, which was his limit.
Miranda watched with delight. "OMG, this is incredible. My candy-ass
of a husband is being turned into what I always suspected he was. No
wonder it was so easy to make him a sissy, because inside he's been a
queer all along."
"Yeah," Link echoed. "Some of them are like that. In bed with their
wife but dreaming of getting cocked while they're humping her."
"Well," she declared, "him sticking his puny dick in me will never
happen again. The little fruit stays in chastity and out of my bed,
unless he's there to eat your spunk out of my pussy."
She gave Link a deep kiss. Chrissy heard them making wet sounds. He
was producing some of those himself, mouthing Ace's tool as if he was
enjoying a fat candy cane. The standing man let out a deep groan. He
maintained his hold on Chrissy's hair and used it to back his face up
until only the cockhead was inside.
"Okay, pussy-mouth," Ace grunted. "Use your hand to jerk me off while
you suck just the end. I want my cream to go into your mouth and not
right down your throat. Hold onto as much of it as you can. I know
that's what you want to do anyway."
Chrissy hated all the lies they were telling about him. He didn't
enjoy any of this. And he'd never had any fantasies about being with
men. Still, it would be difficult to convince anyone of that while he
looked and acted the way he did, and more so with Ace's thickness
stretching his jaws. He got his fingers around the rod and pumped it,
at first slowly and then with increasing vigor. Ace's breathing
quickened. He yelped and jerked his hips. With a stiffening of his
body he came hard, his warm salty spunk jetting against the roof of
Chrissy's mouth. The gooey mess coated the sissy's tongue and some of
it slid down his throat. A drop escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Miranda clapped her hands and Link guffawed. Ace's reaction peaked and
then gradually subsided. He told Chrissy to keep sucking him until he
was soft. Only then did the satisfied man take his prick out of the
cuckold's mouth.
"Open wide," Ace said. "Let me see the load I fed you."
The sissy husband gagged slightly as he spread his lips. More of the
icky substance ran down the back of his throat. He found himself
gazing up into the eyes of the dominant man. Ace curled his lip with
disgust for how easily Chrissy had allowed himself to be controlled and
used.
"All right," Ace went on as he pulled his pants back over his cock.
"You can swallow but do it nice and slow. Savor the flavor. And
you're not allowed to rinse your mouth or anything until one of us says
you can."
Chrissy choked down the entire helping. He shuddered as it made its
way toward his stomach.
"Wow," Miranda enthused. "That ought to keep her in line for a while.
She really needed a lesson like that."
"It's even better," Link told her. "There are going to be plenty more
lessons. All different kinds. Ace is willing to come around and be
sort of a sissy sitter for Chrissy. When you and I go out for the
evening a few times a week, my buddy will stay here and make sure our
girl doesn't get herself into any trouble, or forget for even a minute
what she really is. Chrissy is going to be given a full education in
how to be a dirty little sissy slut."
Miranda swore softly. She looked at Ace. "That's terrific. And just
so you know, there's no limits on what you can do to my loser of a
husband. Kind of like he's in prison for life, and you have permanent
conjugal rights visits." She laughed. "And the right to punish him,
however you please, for anything he does wrong or just because you feel
like it."
"Perfect," Ace exclaimed. He grabbed Chrissy's hair and hauled him to
his feet, making him howl with pain. "Right now I need to take a leak.
Chrissy can come with me and hold my schlong while I piss." To the
defeated sissy he said, "You don't mind doing that for me, do you,
pervert?"
"N... no, Sir."
"In fact, you'll like it, won't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
Still holding one of Chrissy's ponytails, Ace towed him along toward
the bathroom. He obviously enjoyed manhandling him. And reducing him
to his sexual plaything. Plus crushing what was left of his ego. As
Chrissy struggled to keep up, yipping and fighting back fresh tears, he
couldn't stop thinking about what his life was going to be like every
time Ace came to sissy sit him... and to further his special education.
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(Poor sissy Chrissy. Please leave feedback and let me know what you
think of this story.)
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