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Carl's Princess
I hate the weekends that Carl comes over to have sex with my wife. He
spends the night and it makes so much more work for me. I have to go to
the hair salon and have myself done up in lots of curls. Big, blonde
Gone-with-the-Wind sausage curls. Carl likes me in curls - he says no man
would wear his hair that way, which is why I have to. He also has
preferences for my make-up: cherry red lips, robin's egg blue eye shadow,
extra-long dark lashes, and pink blush. Not my favorite color scheme, but
it does make me look more girly than usual, which is the point of course.
The dress has to be one of those little sweetheart lolita outfits that
comes down only to mid-thigh. Lots of pink bows and lace. I have to wear
a petticoat and pink anklets to go with my pink Mary Janes. It's a once a
month event, these days, but it throws the whole house into chaos.
Meagan gave me a final inspection in her bedroom before Carl's arrival.
"You're looking very nice tonight, Princess," she said. She took a little
bottle of scent and gave me a spritz on one wrist and had me rub it on my
neck. "A gurl should smell as nice as she looks."
Looks were her strong suit. A slender five foot seven with more than
ample curves on top, she could pull a man's gaze from across a crowded
room. Why she'd ever agreed to marry me was beyond my comprehension. I
matched her in height and weight, though my upstairs was a blank canvas
waiting to be written on. Downstairs was an unfinished piece of work as
well.
"Dress, please," she said and I lifted my hem. Beneath were a pair of
pink panties decorated with unicorns. The outline of the chastity cage
I'd worn for the last nine months was evident beneath them. "He'll like
those," she said. "Good choice." She was wearing a body hugging top that
advertised the lack of a bra beneath. Her jeans were like a second skin.
I pinched my leg to stop from staring, but I could feel my poor locked
manhood struggle to its knees. The cage stopped any further advances in
their tracks.
Downstairs the doorbell rang. I could see a current of anticipation
shiver though her body. I shivered too, but for different reasons. "Go
get that, Princess. I'll be in the living room."
"Yes, Miss Meagan," I said, and hurried down the steps. Carl didn't like
to be kept waiting.
When I opened the door Carl brushed past me. He threw a large cloth bag
at the foot of the stairs. He was nothing special to look at. His
features were blunt and he sported a Marine Corps style haircut. He'd
never been in the military, but he liked the image it portrayed. He
worked out a lot so his chest and arms were very muscular. He was wearing
a t-shirt that said "What are you looking at, asshole?"
He gave me a once over. "Nice dress, Princess. No one would ever guess
there's a guy underneath. Panties?"
I blushed and pulled up my skirt. He smiled and tapped me on the nose.
"Oh, like them very much. They suit you."
"Thank you, Mr. Carl," I said and curtseyed. "You picked them out for
me."
"How about a little kiss for Uncle Carl?"
He was four inches taller than me so I had to reach up to give his cheek
a peck. It made me feel sick inside to do it. He slapped me on the rump
hard and I jumped. It really stung.
"Nice perfume. It suits you. How's life in your cage?" he asked with a
grin.
"Very frustrating, Mr. Carl."
"I'll bet. How long has it been since you had an orgasm?"
"Nine months, Mr. Carl, ever since you decided I should have to wear a
cage."
"And it makes you horny?"
"Terribly horny," I said. I wasn't allowed to lie to Mr. Carl, so he
always asked me embarrassing questions. I had to breathe in deeply to
stifle a sob. I didn't want to start crying so soon.
"Well, you understand why I had to do it. Can't have a free cock swinging
around the house, even one as tiny as yours. Who knows when Meagan might
decide to go slumming and mount you for a quickie? She's quite the slut.
With you locked up like that, there's no temptation for either of you.
But if I decide to move in full time, we'll have to have you neutered.
Can't mix the little woman up with two different scents, can we? And if
they take your balls, I bet you wouldn't have to be so frustrated. You'd
have no more of those horny feelings. Am I right?"
"You're so right, Mr. Carl," I said. He had threatened to have me
neutered since the first time he'd visited. Back then he'd stop by once a
week. Slowly the intervals had stretched out until his visits were of the
once a month frequency. He was losing interest, and I felt sorry for
Meagan. I knew how much she enjoyed the sex.
I took a deep breath and said what I was required to say. "Would you like
a blowjob, sir? I'm told I'm very good at it." I kept my eyes on the
floor.
"And who told you that, Princess?"
"You did, Mr. Carl."
He lifted my face so he could look at me. "I guess I'd be concerned where
your mouth has been last. You're a bit of a tramp."
"Oh no, sir," I said hastily. "My mouth is reserved for you. Only your
cock has ever penetrated me there." I felt a small tear leak down my
cheek. This was so damn humiliating.
He wiped it away with a gentle motion of his thumb. He liked to see me
cry. "I appreciate your loyalty. I'll see if I can fit you in tomorrow.
Or rather, if you can fit me in." He laughed at his own cleverness.
"Right now I'm here to fuck your wife. That's okay with you, right?"
He liked to play a little game where he asked my permission to have sex
with Meagan. I couldn't really object. "Please, Mr. Carl," I said. "Enjoy
yourself. You know how much I want Miss Meagan to have a good time while
you're here."
"I know you do, Princess. I suppose if you were a man, you might feel
like you were in a competition. Does that ever cross your mind?"
"No, Mr. Carl. I know my sex parts are too small to ever compete with
you. Miss Meagan told me from the very beginning I was too small to
satisfy a real woman. You are the man of this house."
"Well, it's good you recognize your place. That's what I like about you."
We walked into the living room. I was careful to walk several paces
behind him. He was the alpha. Meagan was sitting on the couch but stood
up when Carl entered the room. He went to her and gave her a hungry kiss
that she eagerly reciprocated. His hands curved possessively around her
ass, and squeezed. She smiled.
"Would you get Carl a drink, Princess?" she said.
I went to the kitchen and got out a bottle of beer. He drank Bud, when he
could have had anything he wanted. I took off the cap and poured it into
Carl's glass. He kept one here and it was my job to keep it clean and
ready for use. His name was etched on the front. I was only allowed to
drink out of tea cups. He also kept some clothes here and I was
responsible for washing and ironing them. The bag he had placed near the
steps was a fresh load for me to wash. I was more or less his maid.
When I got back into the parlor they were already wrapped around each
other on the couch. His hands were up under Meagan's shirt and they were
tongue locked. With her top so tight fitting, I could see every finger on
Carl's hand through the fabric as he played with her nipples. Neither
noticed my arrival so I took my place kneeling on the floor at one end of
the couch where I could watch everything they did. I was required to
watch. I had to keep a diary of Carl's visits and my wife read it be sure
I had gotten everything down. I could understand Carl's motivation for
all that he did to me, but I never could understand Meagan's little
cruelties. We were husband and wife, after all.
After several minutes of snogging, Meagan was down to just a pair of
panties. Carl broke away and stood up. His face was flushed. "Help Carl
out of his pants, Princess," Meagan told me.
I knee walked over and unbuckled Carl's belt and pulled his pants down to
his ankles. I helped him step out of them. "Now the rest, Princess," he
said. He was wearing some sort of speedo thing that showed off his
package to its advantage. I took a deep breath and pulled down his
shorts. His dick sprang out and slapped me in the face. Both of them
laughed. He was very well-endowed, a fact Meagan made sure to share with
me on numerous occasions. "Since you and my cock seem to have a natural
attraction, why don't you show it some affection," Carl said. I wanted to
be ill but I did as I was told. I scooted closer and began fondling him
and kissing the head and shaft of his penis. He let it go on for a long
time. He was stiff and pre-cum kept forming at the tip and I had to lick
it clean. Finally Meagan got down off the couch and pushed me aside,
"Save some for Mama," she said.
I sat beside her while she enthusiastically attacked Carl's dick.
Watching her do it made me ache between my legs. I dreamed of her doing
the same thing to me. On our wedding night she had giggled when she saw
me disrobe. "Now that's a surprise, and not a good one." I'd done my best
but I just wasn't large enough to please her. We'd tried for three
nights, but she always ended up frustrated and using a vibrator to bring
herself to completion. Finally she told me to put my face between her
thighs and use my tongue. That worked. When she had climaxed, she patted
me on the head and said "At least one part of you is useful." I loved
servicing her in this way. My only thought was for her to be happy, and
when she'd begin to buck against my face after fifteen minutes of
tonguing, I'd feel happy. I was doing a man's work, and I was proud of
it. I was left to bring myself to orgasm, but I had masturbated heavily
in high school and college and so I didn't mind. But I did dream about
her lips sucking on my dick. It wasn't long after this that she first
started dressing me in women's clothes. I raised a few half-hearted
objections, but went with the flow. If this made her happy, it made me
happy. Then she'd started bringing other men home.
My thoughts were interrupted by Carl. "I'm about to cum, Princess," he
said. Those were words I'd learned to hate over the last nine months.
Meagan slid away from Carl and I moved in front of him. He began stroking
himself, grunting and groaning. Without warning he began to cum on my
face. I opened my mouth wide, trying to catch as much as I could. Without
fail, some always got in my eyes. Sure enough one spasm sent a jet of
sperm right into my left eye. I tried to blink it out while continuing to
catch what I could. Meagan murmured encouragement. I had to keep my eyes
on Carl's face the whole time - he said a good gurl always looked to her
master for any guidance. Cum was dripping down my cheeks and chin. Carl
was packing a full load this visit. It seemed like he came and came, a
fountain of sticky sperm that drenched my face. Finally he stepped back
with a groan. "Good job, Princess," he said. "Clean me off."
I took his penis into my mouth and licked him clean. Then Carl yanked me
close and wiped his dick in my hair. I was nothing but a towel to him, to
be used and discarded. When he was finished, Meagan examined the outcome
of the facial. "You'll need to redo your makeup. You're a mess. You can
have ten minutes. Be sure to stop at the fridge on your way upstairs." I
hurried into the kitchen and got out three clean ice cube trays. Into
each cube recess I placed several gobs of Carl's cum. Then I filled them
with water and put the trays in the freezer. Carl insisted that a cum
diet was good for a sissy. With every dinner I ate I had to make a cup of
warm tea and drop in one of the special ice cubes. That way I got my
daily required minimum dose of Carl's sperm. I could never get away from
the taste of him, even when he wasn't in the house. It seemed almost
normal now. I'd certainly just finished swallowing a mouthful in the
other room without any objection. I expected it now. There was a little
bit left over and I scraped it into one of those little airline TSA
approved liquid containers and put it next to the beer.
Once I was done with the ice trays, I rushed upstairs. I scrubbed my face
and threw on some fresh eyeliner and shadow, rouged my cheeks, and redid
my lipstick. I didn't want to exceed the ten minutes I'd been given.
Meagan was probably downstairs with a stop watch timing me. If I was even
a second late there would be some humiliating punishment applied. But
when I got back downstairs, Carl was rubbing his fingers up and down the
outside of Meagan's panties, right between her thighs. She was moaning
and arching her hips. Carl gave me a big grin. "Your whore of a wife
can't get enough. She's quite the slut, don't you think?"
I nodded. I watched as a wet spot slowly grew in Meagan's panties. I
could smell her juices from where I sat on the floor watching. I'd spent
plenty of time with my face tongue deep in her pussy so I was very
familiar with it. I could see from her face that she was getting close.
Carl could see it too, so he teased her along, extending the time before
she came as much as he possibly could. As she neared climax Carl called
me over. "Pull your wife's panties aside for me, Princess," After I had
exposed her, he said "I'm going to finger fuck her. Or rather, you are,
using my hand." He made a fist leaving his middle finger extended. "Go
ahead, finger fuck her." I took a deep breath. "For god's sake, don't
stop," Meagan moaned. What the hell. I grabbed his hand by the wrist and
guided the extended finger up to my wife's vagina. With the slightest
pressure, it slid easily inside. Meagan was wet and loose and ready for
entry. "Jesus God," she muttered. I slid Carl's finger in and out. With
every thrust she moaned a little louder and more urgently. It was
disappointing, in a way. Carl had large hands, and his middle finger was
thicker and longer than my penis. She'd never responded to me the way she
was responding to Carl's finger for fuck's sake. I began to increase the
speed of the penetrations. Her eyes began to roll back in her head and
she gave a loud gasp and her whole body shuddered. "Oh god, oh god," she
said over and over. Carl had done good work. Meagan's orgasm was long and
intense. No wonder she looked forward to his visits.
Meagan dropped her head back on the back of the couch, panting. Carl
withdrew his finger. A string of something sticky and glistening
stretched between his finger and her vagina. "Go ahead, Princess, lick my
fuck finger clean." I took his hand and began to suck on his middle
finger. I could taste my wife. It had been a long time. Carl pulled his
hand away. "Enough. I don't want you to get all excited sucking on a real
man."
The rest of the evening was fairly passive for me. I washed Carl's dick
with warm water and a towel after a bout of missionary position. I served
drinks and ordered pizza. The delivery guy gave me a quizzical look when
I showed up at the door in my outfit, but he took the money and left. I
was allowed to eat the crusts. "Oh, let the gurl have a treat," Carl
said, when there was only a single piece left.
"Alright," Meagan said. "Go get your dressing."
I returned with the chilled cum jar and placed a dollop on top of the
last slice. If I took just a little, Meagan would empty the whole jar on
my slice, so I had to be sure it was enough to pass muster. I heated it
in the microwave for twenty seconds. When I took it out, the smell of the
new topping was very evident. "Eat it all up," Meagan said, "or they
won't be any treats for a long time to come."
I bit into the slice and chewed it with gusto. I hadn't had pizza for
several months and it had once been my favorite food. Carl's cum was part
of the taste, but like I said, I was used to it now.
"Did you enjoy that, Princess?" Carl said.
"Yes, Mr. Carl. Thank you very much."
"You're a very good gurl, Princess," he said, patting me on the top of my
head. "There's not much man left in you."
When they went to bed an hour later, I stayed up to clean the dishes and
straighten the house. When I went upstairs I was allowed to sleep in the
master bedroom. My usual arrangement was to sleep in a guest room that
had been converted into my "special" room. Lots of pink and unicorns, and
a shelf for the dolls Meagan bought for me. But when Carl slept over, I
had a place in Meagan's bedroom. Carl had purchased a pet bed, one of
those round flannel stuffed cushions that dogs slept on. It was situated
at the foot of the bed, on the floor. If I curled myself just right, I
could fit on it without too much trouble, Carl slept next to Meagan in
the king bed that used to be where I slept when I was the man of the
house. I had to put on the nightie I had picked for Carl visits. It was
an old style teddy, very sheer with a circle of white faux fur around the
hem. The panties had rows of ruffles across the butt. He thoroughly
approved of how I looked in them.
I had been asleep for an hour when I was awakened by Carl calling my
name. "Hey Princess, you up?"
"Yes, Mr. Carl," I answered, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.
"Your wife wants another pounding, the horny bitch. You won't mind, will
you?"
"Please, enjoy yourself, Mr. Carl." I had to lay there and listen to the
noises from the bed while my wife had sex with another man. Again. When
she climaxed, she went into the "oh gods." This was an eight "oh god"
orgasm. That meant it was a strong one for her. When they were finished,
I had to get towels and clean them both up. They didn't want to sleep in
the mess that they'd made. I dozed fitfully after that.
I woke up at the usual 5:30 the next morning. I had trained myself to get
up the same time every day without an alarm. It allowed me to shower, do
my makeup and hair, dress, and get downstairs and start breakfast. Carl
liked pancakes and so I made up a large stack along with eggs and bacon.
When I was done, I carried it upstairs on a tray along with OJ and coffee
for them to enjoy in bed. Then I headed downstairs to start a load of his
laundry. I put the now cleaned and ironed clothes he'd dropped off during
the last visit into the laundry bag and placed it by the door. My stomach
growled but I ignored it. I wasn't allowed to eat before Carl departed.
Two hours later Carl came into the living room where I was folding my
lingerie and stockings. He usually didn't hang around long the next day.
"Gotta run, Princess," he said. "Let's give you a checkup."
I took a position on all fours in the center of the room. He kneeled
beside me and pulled my skirt out of the way, lowering my lacey satin
panties to my knees. "I bought you these, didn't I?' he said.
"Yes Mr. Carl. Thank you very much."
"Oh Princess, you should call me daddy."
I swallowed hard. I knew what that meant. "Yes daddy. Thank you Daddy."
He began to toy with my cage, making it swing like a pendulum between my
legs. However much I tried not to, I began to get hard. I was so starved
for sensation that anything made my body react. He tugged and rubbed, and
my poor penis began to throb.
He withdrew a hand and showed me the drop of pre-cum I had leaked. He let
me lick it off his finger. "Look at you, gurl. Still horny. Like mama
like sissy, right?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"So tell me, how do you like your new life?"
"I'm fine with it, Daddy."
"I thought we said no lying, Princess. Tell me honestly."
I sighed, took a deep shuddering breath. "Sometimes I don't know if I can
make it through another day. I'm afraid sometimes that I'll come to like
this too much. There are parts of this that I do enjoy more than I
should. The dressing up, that sort of thing. But there are some things
that depress me. I see you with my wife and I'm embarrassed. Embarrassed
at what I've become. I could do it if I just could get some relief. Going
without an orgasm is killing me. That's all I need. Just one orgasm."
"You'd like some relief?' He showed me the key to my cage. He was the
keeper and the only one that could release me. I wasn't sure if he had
brought it with him.
"Oh yes, Daddy. Please Daddy." I hated the way I sounded - desperate and
whiny and with a sob folded into the whole performance. "I know I'm just
your sissy cock whore. I'll do anything you want. I'm such a pitiful
excuse for a man. Really no man at all. Just your sissy. Please, Daddy."
I begged for several minutes while Carl toyed with my privates.
"Well, if you really want some relief, you should show me that you
deserve it."
I didn't hesitate. I knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and
underwear down to his ankles. Then I attacked his dick with all the
enthusiasm that I was capable of. He responded, rocking his hips while I
gobbled his cock. When he was getting close, he tapped me on the head and
I began to deep throat him. Early on he'd insisted I learn to do that, so
I'd spent weeks practicing until I could swallow a dildo without gagging.
He pushed to the back of my throat, then down into it. He was large and
long and it slid several inches deep. "Here I go, baby," he grunted, and
I could feel his dick shuddering. A stream of cum began spurting down my
throat on a direct route to my stomach. I was helpless to deny him - he
owned my mouth and could use me as he wanted. Part way through his orgasm
he pulled himself back into the front area of my mouth and spent the last
of himself there. I was leaking cum down my chin when he was finished and
pulled out. "That was good, Princess," he said. "You've come a long way.
I think you've earned a treat. I want you to savor the taste for a few
minutes." He shoved his cock back in his pants while I knelt there with a
mouth full of dick goo. Finally he nodded and I swallowed it.
He patted it on the head. "I really do feel sorry for you sometimes,
Princess. I can't imagine going nine months without pleasure. Would you
like to break your streak?"
I began to beg again and he had me pull my skirt up. He inserted the key
in the lock that kept me caged. I began to sob in anticipation, my fists
bunched at my mouth.
"I don't think so," Meagan said from behind me. At some point she'd come
downstairs and had been watching me.
I froze and Carl withdrew the key from the lock. "What mama wants, mama
gets," he said with a grin. At that point it was clear that the offer to
release me had been nothing but a game the two were playing. I began to
bawl, unable to stop the tears that poured down my cheeks.
"Don't cry, Princess," Carl said. "Look on the good side. You got a nice
breakfast of Carl's Grade A man cum. What else could a sissy want?"
Between my sobs I said "Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy."
"And I've been thinking. You look very feminine when you dress up like
this, but there's something missing. Do you know what that is?"
"No, daddy," I wept.
"Tits. You need a set of tits. A nice pair, C-cup I think. Nothing
obscene. Something that will look good on you for the rest of your life.
You don't want to look like a gurl with beach balls under her shirt, do
you? Besides, it would be amusing if you and your wife could share bras."
I shook my head.
"Tits are expensive," he continued. "I want you to do some research
online. Find a local surgeon who'll do you. Go for a preliminary visit.
Get a price quote. Once you have an idea of the cost, I want you to start
pulling the money together. I know you don't work anymore, given the way
you...ahem...look and act. Mama can't afford it. Neither can I. Listen, I
know you have some stuff around the house you could sell. A couple sets
of golf clubs, some sports collectibles - signed balls, game worn
jerseys, rare baseball cards, etcetera. That stuffs worth a pretty penny.
A gurl doesn't need things like that, does she?"
I began to cry harder. "No, Daddy."
"Well it's settled then I'll be back in say four weeks. You have
everything laid out for me, show me that you have the money, and if I
like the plan, I'll give you the okay and you can go have your new tits
installed. Then you'll be able to focus fulltime on dresses and panties
and bras - sissy stuff, the part that you enjoy."
Carl kissed Meagan, slapped her on the ass, and headed to the door, I was
there ahead of him with his coat, "Maybe next time, Princess," he said,
and clutched my cage through my skirt, giving it a little tug. I kissed
him on the cheek and off he went, taking his bag of clean laundry with
him. He'd return when he felt like it. He was the bull in this house. I
continued to weep.
"Oh, stop your crying and come sit next to me on the couch." She gave me
a little hug. "I wouldn't worry too much about what Carl said. I haven't
agreed to you getting tits and I have the final say. But he's right about
all that guy stuff you have in the basement. I want you to get rid of it.
And if someday I say time for tits, you'll be ready. But just for the
experience, I do want you to find a plastic surgeon and go for a
consultation. That should be a humbling experience. You are entirely too
full of yourself these days."
I took a tissue and wiped at my face. My makeup must look terrible.
Meagan put a hand on my knee. "I have something important to talk to you
about," she said. "What do you think about a baby?"
I stopped breathing. My mind was churning. Carl was certainly the kind of
guy that liked to plant his seed as widely as he could. I'd never
succeeded in getting Meagan pregnant. Was a child by him something she
really wanted?
"He doesn't love you, Miss Meagan," I said. "A child will be too much
bother to him. When he finds out you're pregnant, you won't see him
again. He'd make a terrible father." I paused. "But if it's something you
want, I will help as much as I can and be there for you. I'll love the
child as if it were my own."
She looked surprised at my emotional outburst. "I'm not talking about me,
silly. God, I never want a kid, and I'd certainly never have one with
him. I'm talking about you."
"Me? But...but -"
"No buts, Carl thinks it would be fun if you started wearing one of those
pregnancy bellies. They're made of silicone and you strap them around
your waist. He likes to see a woman that he's having sex with sporting a
swelling belly, and you're it. He's dumped enough cum down your throat to
breed an army. It's time you got with the program and became pregnant."
I was dumbfounded and just looked at her wordlessly.
"I've already ordered the 3-4 month bump. Did it this morning on Amazon.
It should be here on Monday. You'll be wearing it fulltime from now on.
After two months we'll swap in the 5-6 month bump, then the 7-8 month
bump, then the 9-10 month about to give birth bump. We'll have to buy new
clothes to accommodate each stage of your pregnancy. I'll want to parade
you around the neighborhood. What will the neighbors think about that?
They're going to be very confused. If they ask, you must tell them Carl
is the father. I think at some point we'll have to have a baby shower. I
know you haven't talked to your sister since the wedding. We should
invite her and some of your old friends. We'll want to arrange a shoot
with a professional photographer to immortalize your condition, but
that's not until late in your pregnancy. Listen to me - I'm just bubbling
with enthusiasm. And don't worry, pregnant women can still have sex so
Carl will be able to continue to make use of your services. You're up for
it, aren't you Princess?"
"Yes, Miss Meagan," I said quietly. It seemed like the humiliation would
never end.
"Good. If we do this, it'll keep him coming back to watch the changes. I
know he's starting to drift away. This will pull him back in. I need the
sex, Princess. He's an SOB, but he fucks like no one I've ever met.
You'll help me, right? I need this. Please?"
I nodded.
"Good gurl." She rubbed my stomach through my dress. "Those bellies can
be heavy, especially in the later stages. Your back will ache and all
that weight on your kidneys will make you pee a lot more, but that's part
of the price you have to pay to have a child. When you get to the larger
sizes, we'll rig up some kind of a spacer between your thighs. That way
you'll waddle when you walk. More realistic. Imagine that - a mommy to
be. I bet you never thought this day would come."
She was right. I hadn't.
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