Becoming A Sissy Maid For Mark And Rebecca, Part Four: Ms. Rebecca Shares More About Meeting Stephanie free porn video
Becoming a Sissy Maid for Mark & Rebecca, Part Four - Ms. Rebecca
Continues to Share the Events Surrounding Her Meeting and Getting to
Know Stephanie
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"Baby," I began, "I'm sorry but I am not in a position to grant you any
mercy or do anything about how frustrated and needy you are becoming as
we continue to discuss the series of events that Mark and I followed as
we explored the idea of creating and owning a sissy maid and cuckold of
our very own and how our experience with you while we were all in
college was what ultimately led to my calling you and asking you to
come visit us this weekend."
"Yes Ma'am," Stevie replied to show he still knew his place. "I
understand my suffering and becoming so sexually charged as you
describe how sissy boys are created and used is because of my own
weakness. If I were not such a pantywaist and so easily manipulated
sexually and emotionally, then I would not ache so much, and I would
not be so needy and frustrated."
"A truly honest answer, Stevie," I said, praising his willingness to
show his nakedness emotionally as well as physically. "You are
suffering and honestly, I find it terribly exciting to see you suffer
like this, Stevie. I like that you are so sexually excited and aroused
by a discussion of sissy maids and cuckolds and how clear it is that
you are what Stephanie told me was called a 'natural sissy.'"
"I do not know what it means to be a 'natural sissy,'" Stevie shared
without my prompting him.
"We will get to you being a 'natural sissy' in a little while," I said
smiling. For now, I want to return to where I was in sharing my story
of meeting and getting to know Stephanie. When we were interrupted by
your pleas for mercy, I had gone home after my initial meeting with
Stephanie in the coffee shop and began to prepare for Mark's arrival
and to ask his permission to get to know Stephanie more intimately and
be allowed to visit her and her husband-wife in their home the
following day," I told Stevie in summary.
"So, to continue," I said as Stevie continued to kneel on the floor at
my feet and as he continued to leak seminal fluid from his cocklette
and it continued to puddle beneath him on the floor.
"When I was dressed in the sexiest outfit I could find, had everything
ready that Mark expected and enjoyed after coming home from work, it
was still only a little past five and typically Mark rarely arrived
home earlier than six or seven. I had between one and two hours to
kill and suddenly it dawned on me that I could call Stephanie and
resume our conversation, allowing her to share her experience creating
a sissy maid and cuckold of her husband who she now identified as being
her husband-wife," I explained to Stevie.
"I was so excited as I retrieved her phone number from my leather
computer case I was shaking slightly as I dialed her number," I told
him honestly. On the third ring a feminine sounding voice answered her
phone.
"Ms. Stephanie's residence," the feminine sound voice said in formal
tone. "May I ask who is calling?"
"Yes, you may," I answered. "My name is Rebecca and I met Stephanie
earlier today and was hoping she might have time to talk."
"Yes Ma'am," the servant responded. "Please hold one moment while I
see if she is available."
"Of course," I said in response and then I waited patiently while the
servant girl went off to find Stephanie and tell her I wanted to speak
with her on the phone. After a few minutes Stephanie came to the
phone.
"Rebecca?" she asked.
"Yes, it's me," I responded. "I hope I'm not bothering you by calling
just before dinner time."
"Oh, it's no bother," she said. "In fact, I was hoping you would be
calling me tonight and so I guess my wish was granted."
"Well, I'm waiting on Mark to get home and that never happens much
before 7:00 pm or so and I realized that while I waited I could get you
to help me understand your lifestyle and how you created a sissy maid
and cuckold from your former husband. I'm hoping I could have some
things to share with Mark when he finally gets home that will interest
him enough that he will let me come visit you at your home tomorrow," I
explained to her.
"Of course, I am willing to help," she answered. "Is Mark usually open
to giving you permission to pursue your interests, or is he hesitant to
allow you out on your own? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
I laughed and explained to her that while Mark was definitely the
dominant member in our marriage, and that I did accept my need to ask
for his permission before doing something new that he might not see in
the same way that I saw it. He was not, as a rule, the kind of man who
wanted to limit my freedom. He only wanted to be the gatekeeper,
making sure he agreed with my decisions before allowing me or denying
me permission to do something I wanted that had not been discussed
previously. If he had not been given the opportunity to share his
viewpoint, and what he wanted for and from me on a subject previously,
then I was required to ask his permission formally when I asked for
something new. "Once I tell him how hot you are and open the
possibility of us having you come to our house for a visit some
evening, I am nearly positive he will give me permission to visit you
tomorrow," I told her and she laughed at my final comment.
"Are you bi-sexual Rebecca?" she asked me quietly.
"Yes, I am absolutely bi and absolutely sexual" I answered
enthusiastically. "Mark understands my love of women and the feminine
form and almost always supports my enjoying a sexual relationship with
another woman," I explained. "Occasionally, he simply wishes to enjoy
the pleasure that can be had from enjoying two women sexually."
"Well, he is a man," she said without any disrespect and with a smile
in her tone. "And if he will so generously make it possible for me to
enjoy you, then I will gratefully present myself so he might enjoy me
in kind."
"Yum," I whispered to her. "So, what does your sissy think about you
having sex with me or with me and Mark?"
"She thinks what I have told her she thinks," she responded. "She
understands my sexual pleasure and satisfaction is an important part of
keeping our marriage healthy. She also has come to accept that her
tiny, sissy-penis is not capable of giving me any sexual pleasure and
it certainly is not capable of giving me the hard, deep fucking only a
real man with a man-sized cock can give me."
"So, you fuck other people openly and in front of her?" I asked.
"Oh, absolutely," she answered. "A dominant woman who has made her
husband into a sissy maid and cuckold never cheats or hides her
sexuality and has no reason to because her sex life and who she wishes
to have sex with is completely up to her and her alone. What her sissy
may want is completely superfluous."
"That is interesting," I told her. "Was that a hard thing to make her
accept? Did she resist your sexual freedom or was there significant
milestones along the way as you transitioned her from your husband to
your sissy maid and cuckold?"
"Actually, Missy is very supportive of my cuckolding her and tries very
hard to make my cuckolding her as easy for me as possible, and she
plays an important role in why I so completely enjoy cuckolding a
sissy, male-wife like her. Humiliating her sexually as I enjoy an
alpha male and his man-sized cock is absolutely thrilling and it
excites me unlike anything else does sexually. Her shame as she waits
to lick the alpha's sperm from my pussy is so fucking hot I often cover
her mouth with my cum-soaked pussy by sitting on her face and allowing
the alpha's cum to drip out of me and into her eager, waiting mouth.
"I absolutely love the power I have over her and how helpless and
pathetic she has become because of me and what I make her do and what I
make her accept.
"Her fear at what I might make her do to show my alpha how I have
reduced her to nothing but a weak, helpless sissy incapable of denying
me anything is visible in her eyes when she is made to witness my
cuckolding of her and to not only accept my right to cuckold her but to
embrace and support her cuckolding by actively finding ways I can enjoy
her humiliation and shame in new ways and how her willingness to lick
up and swallow his cum from my pussy and to lick his cock clean when
told is always a source of incredible sexual bliss and titillation for
me.
"Now as to how hard it was to convince her to accept such a life
without allowing her any choices of her own, that is another part of
the story," Stephanie said as she changed topics to answer my next
question.
"Oh, do tell!" I nearly begged, feeling my pussy begin to throb and
drip with my desires.
"Well, at first I transformed her from my husband into my submissive,
male-wife. The next step was forced feminization and I gradually
increased her to wearing feminine clothing and lingerie over a six- or
seven-month period," she explained.
"Ah, so you did not jump from 'baffled male' to sissy maid and cuckold
in one giant step?" I asked.
"Oh, no, nor would I recommend it," she told me. "Most males, in my
experience, have a sincere and deeply ingrained need to serve and
please a dominant, controlling woman who loves them. Obviously, a man
like your Mark is an exception and there are, again in my experience,
not many like him around."
"He is truly one of a kind," I said with a happy sigh. "There is no
way Mark would ever submit to anyone's control. He is like wicked-
smart, if you will forgive my Boston roots, and he has a will like no
man I have ever met. I submitted to him without even knowing what it
would mean or wondering if I had any choice in the matter. He claimed
me!"
"Oh, yummy," she said, genuinely impressed and I hoped a little excited
at being fucked by my wonderful Daddy and Master. "I will gladly,
enthusiastically even, accept his dominance. Well, if we are lucky
enough to get together."
"Oh, I am counting on that," I said, squirming with desire and looking
at my watch to check the time and how much longer it would be before
Mark came home to me and put me out of my misery. It was 6:48 pm and
so I knew it would not be much longer. "Before Mark gets here, I know
he would be curious about your sissy's reaction to being cuckolded and
how you dealt with her jealousy?
"Well, at first she was afraid, and she cried often and sincerely any
time I would remind her of my decision to make her my cuckold. But
once I began to lead her into my fantasy she followed willingly and it
was not long before she craved being cuckolded as much as I craved
cuckolding her," she said. "One thing you have to accept about truly
submissive males, the males we make into sissies, is they know they are
inferior to "real men" and they crave being put in situations where
their lack of manliness or manhood is clearly displayed. They may
claim not to want it, but they do and in time can accept and embrace
the fact they are being cuckolded."
"Really?" I asked. "That is so interesting."
"It is deviously thrilling and incredibly erotic," she said with a low,
sultry tone in her voice. "Hold on one sec, please."
"Of course," I answered. As I waited I could hear her talking with
someone in the background and it was obvious she was speaking to an
inferior even though I could not hear all her words. Finally, after
about ten minutes she returned.
"Thanks for holding for me," she said. "I had to get my sissy to work
laying out my strap-on and preparing for a hard, long evening devoted
to my pleasure," she said with a laugh.
"Oh, trust me, I am just as ready," I told her, opening my legs and
slowly rubbing my index finger up and down the outside of my panties,
just above where they covered my slit. Just as I thought about sliding
a finger inside me and relieving some of the pressure I was
experiencing I heard Mark's key opening our front door and I quickly
crossed my legs and smoothed out my dress.
"Oh goodie," I told her happily. "Mark is just now getting home."
"Oh wonderful," she said. "Hopefully you can convince him to let you
visit me and demonstrate how well-trained I have my sissy and what is
possible for you and your Daddy."
"I'm hope," Mark yelled from the door, smiling at me as I jumped up
from where I was sitting and ran into his arms. Hugging him closely, I
kissed his neck affectionately and then turned and took his mouth into
mine, pushing my tongue into him and darting it around his mouth.
"Now that is a warm welcome," he said as finished our kiss and hugged
each other once more before I took his briefcase from him and walking
him to his favorite chair in the room I was turning into his study.
"I have a wonderful woman I just met on the phone," I told him. "You
are going to love what I have to share."
"Wonderful," he said, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the
cherry valet I had positioned next to his leather chair for just this
type of situation.
"Give me one sec," I said as I walked quickly to the kitchen to get him
a drink. "Okay, Stephanie, Mark is home and once we finish talking,
and um, catching up, I will call, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed. "And I will be up late so don't worry about the
time. I know you two might have a few hours of physical communication
to enjoy."
"Thanks! You're the best!" I told her. "It shouldn't be much later
than midnight, but no matter what I will call you tonight before I go
to bed."
"Perfect," she said. "Now go do your job, slut!"
"Yes Ma'am," I laughed.
Quickly, I grabbed the ice and chilled crystal tumbler from the freezer
and brought it to Mark on a silver, serving tray. He was sitting in
his chair in only his black, fitted boxer/briefs, his suit, pants, tie
and shoes stored temporary on the cherry butler, and he was reading the
newspaper as I entered his study. Laying the glass on a coaster I
reached behind his bar and took the bottle of Gentleman Jack and filled
his tumbler with about three fingers of the award-winning sour mash.
"Just what I needed," he said as he put the paper down and took his
first sip. I dropped to my knees and held each of his large, thighs in
each hand, pushing his legs open slightly to give me more room.
"And so exactly what I needed even more," I said as I slipped his
boxer/briefs down around his ankles and then threw them in the corner
once he stepped out of them. I saw his cock begin to move slightly and
I took it in my hand and pumped it up and down a few times to relieve
the head from its hiding place. Even soft, Mark had a truly enormous
cock, and when I made him hard he was nearly ten inches long and easily
three inches in diameter. In less than a second I opened my mouth wide
and took him into me in one motion, holding him in the back of my
throat as I practiced releasing my gagging reflex by focusing on his
pleasure. Within moments I was sucking his cock in and out of my mouth
like the hungry slut I was, his moans rewarding my efforts to please
him.
"Oh, yes my needy girl," he moaned. "Suck your master's cock."
"Yes, please," I mumbled into his cock as it slid in and out of my
mouth. I loved sucking his cock and giving him pleasure. I knew not
every woman was so enthusiastic about sucking their husband's cock, and
I wanted Mark to never experience such disrespect. I wanted to please
my Master. I wanted to make my Daddy pleased with me."
He grabbed me by the hair and began to thrust up into my mouth, fucking
me as I tried to keep sucking, my hand steadily pumping his shaft. His
cock drove into me harder and harder and soon I was no longer sucking
his cock -- he was fucking my mouth. I tried my best to keep my tongue
dancing and my teeth away from his lovely cock as he fucked my mouth
harder and harder, making me gag slightly.
He moaned at the sound of gagging and pushed even harder. "That's it
bitch," he hissed. "Take your fucking like a good girl."
I moaned and thanked him, but my words came out a mumbled string of
gibberish. He liked it when I tried to answer him even if my mouth was
full of his cock, I knew from experience. I kept sucking as best I
could and after a few minutes I began to feel him arch his hips up
toward me. And then suddenly my mouth was full of his warm cum, and I
moaned greedily as he ejaculated his reward into the back of my mouth.
Suddenly he screamed out in ecstasy as his orgasm overtook him and he
pushed my face down fully on his cock, his hold on my hair like the one
a master has on his dog's leash. I gagged as his pleasure rolled over
him and held on as best I could. He wanted his cock nearly swallowed
and held while he returned to normal, I knew from experience.
A few minutes later he released his grip on my hair and let me off his
cock. I breathed in deeply the second I could and began to focus on
controlling my gag reflex as he bathed in the afterglow of his blowjob.
I began to lightly lick up and down his shaft, swallowing all of his
cum I could find. Finally, he pulled my hair to show he wanted me to
look up and face him.
"Good girl, Rebecca," he said smiling. "I'm glad you still like
sucking your master's cock."
"Oh yes, Master," I said, overcome with desire and need that had only
become more urgent as he had fucked my mouth. "I love sucking your
magnificent cock."
"Good," he said, reaching over to take his glass of whiskey in his
hand. "Now tell me about your day my obedient slut."
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