Sorry for the long delay in adding to this story.  Unfortunately, 'real world' responsibilities have gotten in the way.  And, it seems this will be the case for the forseeable future.  Still, I'll expand this tale as I can to its conclsion.

Again, sorry for the delay!

Both Dianne and Bill asked for more coffee which John was quick to get for them. They decided to take a bath together and then get ready for the day and told John to be ready to prepare their breakfast in about an hour. They told him to wait in the kitchen until they were through.

Tis was the first time since before Bill arrived tht John had slack time. Setting at the table with a cup of coffee, he didn't know what to do! He thought over everything tghat had happened in the last several hours. He'd become a sissy-boy, and proved as much by doing everything Dianne wished - Letting Bill face fuck him, licking and sucking cum from them both, putting on make-up and female clothes, and even licking piss from each of the couple's privates! Oh, and let's not forget the dildo that was humming away in his ass!

The thing is, even though his mind told John that everything he'd been doing was totally wrong, his body kept saying it was enjoying it all! How in the hell could John tell his body it was wrong. But, how could his mind be so wrong?

That, in itself told John something. He'd already accepted that his body reactions were the true ones, and his mind was wrong. That meant that somewhere deep inside he wanted what was happening. He wanted Dianne to lord over him and make him do unspeakable things. But, how had something like that stayed hidden for so long?

At this point, John decided it didn't matter how it stayed hidden. What mattered was it was now out. The next question was did he want this to be an ongoing thing, or simply this one shot? It was pretty obvious that Dianne had ideas for making it ongoing. Could he live with that?

Well, that he hadn't argue when Dianne mentioned 'this coming week,' or 'in the future.' That told John that inside he didn't mind if it continued. So, it seemed he was destined to become Dianne's Sissy-Boy from last night forward!

But, what about Bill? He was John's boss! How would all this play out there? Would he become Bill's sissified face fucker on call? Or would things go back to normal.

As soon as John thought it, he knew things could never go back to normal. Bill had demanded some very demeaning things of John. And, John had done every one with no real complaints. Although He wasn't real sure, he felt he would be at Bill's beck and call as long as they worked together.

"In dream land, are we," Dianne queried.

"Oh, so sorry Mistress. I guess I was day dreaming," John replied.

"You guess? Don't you know," Dianne asked.

"Yes Mam, I do know," John said weakly. "I was thinking about just how happy I've been serving you since last night. And, Bill too, of course."

"So you've enjoyed it, have you? Then I suppose we should plan on continueing this. What would you say to that, Sissy-Boy?"

"If that is your wish, Mistress. I will gladly do as you wish."

Dianne began laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. Finally she sat down at the table as John handed her a glass of water.

"And here I thought I was going to have to force you to become sissified," Dianne finally got out. "At least it will be easier if you're cooperative - much easier. Trust me, you're going to go through a lot of changes in the next few months. You'll not recognize the old John when I'm through. And, you're OK with that?"

"Mistress, I love - no adore - you," John replied. "I will do whatever you wish. All I ask in return is that we stay together - in whatever form you are happy with. Then, I too will be happy."

"A star struck lover, you have there," Bill commented.

John glanced toward Bill and noticed his cock had hardened some while listening to the conversation.

"Yes Sir, I suppose I am," John replied. "Please excuse me talking out of turn, but I felt th implied question needed answered."

"I'll over look it," Dianne said. "Then the plans I had for today should go a lot easier with your decision. You see, we're going shopping for our Sissy-Boy! All three of us!"

John cringed. He hoped Dianne didn't plan on him wearing the dress he had on to go shopping. And, the make-up? He'd die of embarassment.

"And, to answer the question you hav eon your mind, Sissy-Boy, no, you won't be wearing that dress. The underwear and the dildo yes, but not the dress. Nor will you be wearing the make-up. I'll even let you remove the finger nail polish. I have some nice light pink polish that should do. Not too noticable, but still there.

"I've a nice pair of slacks for you. No pockets, so you'll get your first experience with a purse. And the blouse is in a male cut. Your bra shouldn't be noticeable as long as you keep your jacket on.

"Oh yeah, your shoes. They'll be flats. But, I'm afraid I don't have any male looking shoes, so I picked a nice pair of patent leather with a strap over the top. They should go wonderfully with the white knee socks!"

A purse, pink nail polish and patent leather flats. Well, it could be worse, John thought, much worse. And, if he was going to be Dianne's Sissy-Boy, then he had to get used to such things. He was more than sure she'd have him out in full drag much sooner than John would like!

"After breakfast we'll get ready and go to the mall," Dianne continued. "There's just the type of shops I need there. And, Sissy-Boy, there's some make-up removing cloths in the master bath. Get them after breakfast and get that poor excuse for a make-up job off!"

Dianne made sure she and Bill ordered things for breakfast John would be comfortable with. Most was already made and just had to be cooked in the microwave. In fact, only the juice, toast and coffee required much from him.

With breakfast done, all three prepared for their shopping adventure. And, even Bill seemed somewhat excited. When Dianne asked him about that he commented he'd never went on a shopping trip for a sissy-boy, and he thought it might be very entertaining. John's face turned red at that comment.

An hour later John presented himself to Dianne. All the make-up was gone, his nails was painted a nice pink, barely noticable. OF course John felt everyone would notice, but didn't say anything about it.

The slacks fit tightly, making sure the dildo stayed I place. Its controller was at the front of the side closing slacks. The blouse had a straight hemline at the bottom, so tucking it in was impossible. But, the jacket fell just below John's hips, covering everything nicely.

The only problem John had, thought again, he said nothing, was the shoes. The soles were hard and slick. And, even though he took small steps in them to keep from slipping and falling, they still made a loud clicking noise on non-carpeted floors.

And, they wre off. In keping with his now permanent place in life, John opened the car door first for Dianne, then Bill. Finally crawling into the bak seat for the ride to the mall.

"I thought we'd stop by Wally-World first," Dianne comented as she navigated the local roads. "They have some of the basics, and much cheaper than a mall."

Wally-World was busy, especially on a Saturday! John was terrified with the though tof walking around wit so many people. Surely someone would notice something wasn't quite right about him.

Sure enough, the parking lot at Wally-World was packed. It seemed cool waether always made it more crowded. But, it could just be because the holidays were close at hand.

They ended up having to park closer to the access road than the store. As they walked towards the store John's flats were clicking loudly. A few people glanced his way, but most were too busy to notice. Of the few that did look, most simply continued on with no reaction whatsoever. But, John did hear some giggles form others. His face reddened, and not from the chilly weather.

Inside, Dianne headed straight to the feminine napkins. To John's amusement, Bill became noticeably uncomfortable. Then again, John didn't feel all that comfortable either. And, the fact they were shopping for him made him a bit more so.

"I'm going to get you some every day pads," Dianne commented quietly. "We don't want you putting racing stripes on your frilly underthings now, do we?"

"No Mistress," John replied in his sissy voice. He'd got so used to using it these last several hours, it just came out natural. He gave an audiable squeek.

"Now, that's good," Dianne said. "That voice should become the one you're used to. Not your male voice."

As crowded as Wally -World was, it was enevitable that someone would overhear. Sure enough a woman next to them let out her own audiable gasp! Dianne simply smiled at the woman and put a large box of everyday pads in the cart.

Next Dianne want down the deodorant isle and picked up some feminine deodorant. A female razor set was next. She saw some boxes of wax remover strips and put three in the cart. John couldn't imagine what those were for. Finally Dianne steered them into the make-up section.

"We're going to have a lot of fun here," Dianne commented.

Dianne got the easy stuff first - a sack of small sponges, a sack of cotton balls, some Q-Tips, Finger nail files, tweezers, an eye lash curler, facial cleanser, and a set of various size brushes.

As she began looking over the make-up and nail polish, she'd periodically hold a bottle of something or other up to John's face sometimes putting the bottle in the cart, but usually putting it back. Of course as crowded as the store was, every time Dianne did this there'd be comments and gasps. But, she'd simply smile and continue with what she was doing. And John would blush deeply, making it obvious who the make-up, or polish was for. And Bill would just chuckle.

Finally Dianne stopped at the perfume section. John was mortified. He knew getting perfume off was next to impossible. The small persisted even after a multitude of washes. But, Dianne looked over the selection, sometimes glancing at John. Finally she took one of the sample bottles and sprayed it in the air in font of John.

"What do you think, dear. Do you think it will smell alright on you?"

That Dianne made it so obvious the perfume was for John left him almost speechless. But, she had asked a question, and she expected an answer.

"Yes, sweetheart, I tink that smells wonderful," John replied.

There his body goes again. John wanted to blurt out a barely audible 'Yes, htat's fine.' But his vocal cords and body rebelled again and made it even more obvious the intent of the smelly liquid.

Not wanting to miss out on adding to his embarrassment, Dianne added, "Don't forget you only put a small dab on your hot spots. You don't pour it all over, or you'll smell like some whore!"

There were more than a few chuckles fom that comment, and John was sure he was going to pass out from all his blood going to his face!

It took all Bill had to keep from blurting out in rolling laughter. Still, a healthy laugh escaped.

Finally finished, the trio headed to check-out. They stood in line for more than a few minutes, but eventually made it to the register. Trying to make small talk, the clerk asked Dianne if she was completely replinishing her make-up stock.

Dianne smiled and, taking John by the arm said, "Oh no, it's not for me. Is it dear?"

Of course John blushed deeply, But replied, "No Mam, it isn't." To his horror he had used his sissy voice! Would his body ever start listening to him again?

At first the clerk had a shocked look on her face. But soon it was replaced with a knowing smile.

"It's a shame more of us women weren't like you lady," she commented. "The world would probably be a much better place!"

Dianne simply smiled.

John was totally shocked at how much the make-up and othert feminine things cost! It wasn't cheap looking beautiful, he thought. Not that he ever would.

"I knew this trip would be fun," Bill commented as they walked to the car. "It's already been a blast and we haven't got to the main part yet!"

On the drive to the mall Dianne had John look over everything she'd purchased at Wally-World. She told him to ask if he didn't know what something was for. He'd seen most of the stuff earlier this morning, But, the eye lash curler confused him and he asked her what it was for.

"It makes your eye lashes curl up," Dianne commented. "Well, at least the top ones. You can use it on the bottom ones to make them stand away from you cheek. That makes it easier to put mascara on the lower ones."

And, while John knew what tweezers were, he wasn't at all sure what he would be using them for as a Sissy-Boy.

"You'll use them to trim your eye brows," Dianne replied to John's querry. "Eventually you'll have a nice thin arc to your brows. It'll look so nice."

Saving what he feared to ask abou ttill last, John asked about the wax strips.

"Those are normally used to remove and shape a woman's pubic hair in whatever shape she wants," Dianne smiled. "In your case we'll use them to completely remove it! Nothing says submissive more than a nude pubic area!"

John couldn't imagine that not hurting.

The mall, too was somewhat crowded. Early holiday shopping must have been on everyone's list today, John though to himself. They had to park a good distance form the main building. This mall was all indoors, so everyone was protected from the chill that came with this time of year.

Again, John's flats clicked loudly as they walked to the mall entrance. He knew it would be no better inside as the main hall was hard tile.

"Buck up there, Sissy-Boy, Bill commentd. "Put on those grown-up Sissy-Boy panties and walk tall. Let those cute shoes ring out like you did your bells last night and this morning!"

Of course, Bill said that just loud enough for a few people to overhear him. John turned a deep red. But, in a way, Bill was right. John couldn't continue to cower just because his shoes drew some looks from complete strangers.

"Bill's right," Dianne added. "Besides, slouching like that looks just ugly. Plus, always turning red when someone looks at you just tells them you're the one making the noise and you're ashamed of it. Be proud! Show everyone you're a proud Sissy-Boy!"

Well, there it was. Both Dianne and Bill didn't like how he was reacting to being noticed. That could turn into one, or more, 'demerits,' something he certainly didn't need more of. John squared his shoulders, stood straight, and walked proudly into the mall. His flats clicking even more loudly on the hard tile.

Dianne seemed happy with simply window shopping. She didn't head for any particular shop, though John was sure she knew exactly where she was going. He supposed she was giving him time to get used to the stares and whispers that were following him. And, in fact, he was getting to where he had most tuned out.

Finally, Dianne walked into a lingerie shop. In the window the manequines were wearing next to nothing. Panties, bras and some night gowns that really hid nothing. An advantage, for John at least, was that the floor was carpeted. With John close by and Bill staying a good distance from the pair, she started looking over the racks of bras.

Dianne stopped and had John remove his coat. It was warm in the mall, but John had left it open, not wanting anyone to see his blouse and bra. All the bravado John had built up vanashed. He heard one of the clerks give out a gasp, and head quickly for the checkout counter - where the rest of the workers were congregated. John was sure that wasn't a good sign, at least for his ego.

Dianne also saw the woman dart towards her co-workers, and seemed to be waiting for her to finish her very animated conversation with them. As soon as she saw the entire store work force move to within hearing distance, she took one of the lacier bras off the rack and handed it to John.

"What do you think, Dear," Dianne said in a mock serious tone. "Do you think it's padded enough for you?"

With a face that looked sun burned, John felt the padding of the cups. The bra was well padded, perhaps a true A cup, but looking almost a C on the outside. But, with John having practically no tits at all, the inner cup would still have a lot of empty space.

And, giggles abounded around John and Dianne! All the girls working at the store apparently got a good laugh at John's expense. But, that part at least, John was getting used to.

One of the clerks came up to Dianne and said, "Miss, if I may. We have a special service in this store. We help out customers properly fit their bras. Of course, we don't do tis out here. We have special fitting rooms in the rear of the store. We'd be more than happy to help er, John, get a proper fit for his bras!"

It was all the woman could do to get her little speech out without bursting out laughing. But, somehow she mannaged. Bill, on the otherhand, choked on the coffee he'd taken from the store's curtesy counter.

Dianne thought for only a few seconds. "I'm afraid my Sissy-Boy John has no tits to measure. Perhaps you have some idea on a solution?"

"Why yes Mam, I do. We carry a full line of breast forms. You know, for the customers that have had to get a mastectomy? They all come with a special glue that keeps them I place for 24 hours, or more. And, they look very realistic, even without a bra, under clothes, that is "

I'm sure we could find a pair that would be to John's liking," The clerk finished with a burst of laughter. Of course, all her co-workers, and even Bill, joined in!

Dianne waited for the crowd to settle down, then commented, "Now that sounds just like what I've been looking for.

"Call me Dianne, by the way. Only Sissy-Boy here calls me Mam - although Mistress is what he calls me most of the time.

"And, it's not John that has to be satisfied, it's me! Still, I think a nice B cup would do nicely. Not too large, but noticable."

"Of course Dianne," The clerk said in obvious mock seriousness. "If you two would come this way, I'd be more than happy to help you out. And, you can call me Sue."

It was a good thing John wasn't wearing any make-up, because the tears that were streaming down his cheeks would have completely ruined it. With eyesight impaired, he still managed to follow Dianne and the entire staff of the store to the fitting room.

Once in the fittlng room, Sue had John remove his blouse and bra. She measured his chest and went into what looked like a closet full of boxes. Finally finding what she was looking for, she brought the box to Dianne.

"I think these are just what you're looking for. It closely matches your Sissy's skin color, so blending should be no real problem. And, not only are they the 36B you're looking for, but they have nipples already attached. And, you'll notice they're erect. With the right bra you're little Sissy will get all the attention at any party!

"It comes with a special glue that makes sure they stay attached even if submerged in water for 30 minutes. Of course, we have tubes of the glue you can buy seperately."

"That looks just perfect," Dianne commented. "And, just how do you attach them?"

"The glue is fairly fast setting," Sue replied. "Ten minutes at the most. That gives you enough time to get them set where you want them and to work the edges so they look as natural as possible. There's also a tube of a solution to remove any excess from the skin. But, you have to be careful, just a little on a cottonball is all you need. Otherwise the solution seeps behind the form.

"And, the adhesive lasts 48 hours. Even under the most strenous conditions. Guaranteed.

"Would you mind showing me," Dianne asked?

Sue busied herself with attaching the breast forms to John's chest. She made sure they were placed so they would look natural and worked the edges so the weighty forms looked like they belonged on John. They were slighty lighter than John's natural skin color but, when Sue was done they looked real!

"That's perfect," Dianne exclaimed! "We'll take them!"

Dianne examined the new attachments to John's body from every angle, poking, lifting, squeezing them to make sure they looked and felt real.

John was surprised at how heavy the forms felt. He couldn't imagine what C, or D cup breasts would feel like. He wondered how women managed to stand straight with these weighty appendages on their chests!

Bill, too, was impressed. "Amazing," He commented. "They look almost suckable."

And, with that, Bill leaned over and began sucking on one of John's new breasts. John was totally shocked when he actually felt Boil's sucking, or at least it seemed he did.

"Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that these breast forms have tiny fibers that go from the outside of the form to the back. That's so the person wearing them gets a very realistic feel for what might be happening." Sue smiled.

"I can see where these are going to be a lot of fun," Bill commented as he raised his head from John's new tit.

Dianne directed John back out to the floor, tits bare, to try on some of the sexier bras. The rest of the sales force gave the embarrassed Sissy a round of applause!

"Chest out," Dianne directed John. "Show everyone you're proud of your new breasts."

John did as instructed, though his face was deep red.

Dianne had John try on various bra and pantie sets, and had him show them off fashion show style. She picked about a dozen, making John wear one of the skimpiest. 'To show off your new tits,' She commmented as the sissy put back on his blouse and coat.

As the trio shopped the other stores Dianne had picked out, she made sure John kept his coat open so anyone that looked from the front could see the excited breasts sticking out the shear bra and blouse.

Near the end of the shopping spree Dianne stopped in a costume shop. She found a very short skirted, pink dress for John. It had three petticoats and a long blonde wig with lots of cute curls. And, it even came with pink lace top white socks.

"For tonight," Dianne commented just a little too loud.

Dainne also found a nice cheerleader's outfit, complete with a brunette wig styled into a pony-tail.

"For tomorrow," Again a bit too loud.

The final stop was the costume jewelry shop. Dianne talked with the lady doing the piercings, then directed John to set at her station. While Dianne shopped for earrings, necklasses, rings, bracelettes, and hair baubles, John got both ears pierced with cute fake diamond studs.

By the time Dianne finished shopping all three were totally loaded down with bags of blouses, skirts, slacks, flats, heels, night gowns, bras and panties. There was even some waist chincher garter belts, of course with plenty of nylons. Dianne had decided her Sissy-Boy wouldn't be wearing pantyhose. She didn't feel they were 'proper' enough for a Sissy-Boy.

Finally done, the trio walked to the car. At least John could button up his coat. No more stares from passer-bys. Loading up the car, all three jumped in the car. "Just two more stops and we'll be on our way home," Dianne commented.

Driving to a small strip mall, Dianne stopped in front of a store named 'Wanda's Wigs'. It didn't really take much imigination what they were here for. Dianne looked back at John as she got out of the car.

"They're expecting us," Dianne said to John. "Let's go."

Reluctantly, John exited the auto. Bill had already got out and ws waiting for John with Dianne on the sidewalk. With Dianne leading and John close behind, the trio entered the wig shop. A rather petite woman greeted them. Once Dianne identified herself, the womangot a sly smile on her face and escorted them to a room near the back of the shop.

"I was thinking the blonde bimbo look,' Dianne commented. "But, will that go well with his complection?"

The store owner looked at John critically and said, "I don't think that should be a real problem. He's rather light complected, so blonde should look good on him. Considering the shape of his face, I think the long wig you mentioned in your phone call will look just wonderful.

"But, the one I have in mind already has a perm. And, trying to put it in pig tails would really mess it up. I do have one already in pig tails, though. And, I'd be more than happy to sell both at a large discount. That is if you bring your little sissy by so I can see him in the next month or so."

"Not a problem at all," Dianne replied. "Once he's used to his make-up and all his frilly fineries, I plan on taking him out a lot. It'll reinforce the importance of getting everything right, or suffer the humiliation of being discovered."

The owner showed Dianne the wigs. And, of course, John had to try them on. Dianne rather liked the pig tail wig and insisted he wear it. After getting extr caps, and shampoo to properlly take care of the wigs, the trio headed back to the car.

John wondered just what degradation Dianne had in store for him next. To his delight when they got to the a nondescript store set back from the street, Dianne told him to stay in the car. Instead, only she and Bill entered the store. Looking closer, John saw the small sign. It read; 'Hard Harry's XXX Books and Toys!' What were the couple getting in a store like this? Didn't Dianne have enough toys at home for him?

Reading the fine print, John noticed it said the store carried 'rare and hard to find articles, specializing in B&D, and other fetishes.' B&D? Well, he supposed they had already delved into that. Even though John consiered it more submission.

After about 20 minutes, Dianne and Bill exited the store and got in the car. Bill got in the back seat, next to John. Bill put the large bag in the back with the other bags and gave John a leering smile.

"This last store was Bill's idea," Dianne commented. "I od think you'll really enjoy all the wonderful toys he got you. And, if you don't at least we will!

"Now, a proper Sissy-Boy whould show his gratitude for such wonderful things. And, to his Master that should be in the form of a very slow and sensual blow job. You didn't really give him one last night, so now would be a very good time to show him you really can suck a real man off. And, I expect it to be slow. I don't want to see your head above the seats until we get home."

Another installment of my ongoing story.  Hope you enjoy!

As usual, comments welcome!

The Weekend (Cont) 

Burdened with two pillows, a large comforter and a pair of sheets, John made his way to the living room and the sofa. It was large enough for him to stretch full out, but at 5 foot 6, it wasn't all that hard to find a place he could stretch out. He put the bed clothes on the couch and rang his wy to the common bathroom.

John pulled the top of his outfit off. He was surprised to find it hard to get off. It seems it tended to stick to the body once it got sweaty. And, he was a lot more sweaty than he realized. The shorts themselves were a bit easier considering he'd had them pulled down just a few minutes ago.

Naked, John started the bath water. He checked to make sure it was nice and hot, but not too hot and sat on the stool to wait for it to fill. It was almost half full when he realized he'd forgotten the bubble bath. Quickly he reached into the small closet and pulled out a large bottle of blue liquid. IT said to pu three cap full in the water. John doubled it. Soon, the tub was full of suds and water.

Before getting into the tub, John carefully removed the dildo stuck in his ass. IT came out with a small suction sound. Almoas as if his ass didn't want to give it up. And truthfully, John felt he was missing something with it out. Like he was empty. He noticed there was some shit on the plastic cock and started the water in the sink, cleaning it thoroughly. He'd sanitize it with alcohol and peroxide when he got done with his bath.

As he settled into the hot tub, John began thinking over all that had occurred this night. He was totally surprised with just how easily he'd slipped into the cuckold bi-sub-sissy roll. It had almost felt natural. That worried him. Was he like that all along and simply didn't know it? He thought back on his life, but saw nothing to indicate he was what he played to be this evening.

And Dianne! She'd turned into a true Dom bitch. It seemed she had absolutely no problem having him do totally discusting things. Was she play acting, or was that her true self. And, if what he saw tonight was the true Dianne, did he want to stay with her.

Lastly Bill! How could John possibly look him in the eye Monday at work. Or for that matter any time at work after everything that had happened tonight. John was shocked Bill would demand a blow job from him. But, he was even more shocked that he actually gave Bill the blow job. Well, it wasn't exactly a blow job. No, it was a true face fuck. But, John obviously enjoyed it. At least his body said it did.

And that was another thing. His own body. It had reacted positively to things John had never even dreamed of, much less done. Was it trying to tell him that was his true self. Or was it getting all the sexual frustration out from being locked up for over 6 months.

John didn't really solve any of the questions he had except for one. It didn't matter what Dianne was like, he would stay with her. And, even if he ended up hateing it, he would do whatever she felt he should do - cock sucking and all.

Finally relaxed, John briskly washed himself down. By the time he crawled out of the tub, his skin was a nice red. And, it smelled of lilacs.

As he sanitized the dildo, John decided it might be best if he gave himself an enima. Not that he particularly liked it, but it would make things much easier at night when he removed this monster. He decided he'd get up at 5:30 instead of 6 to get this done before his first full day as a sissy-boy began.

When John's cell phone rang at 5:30 he almost put it in snooze. But, quickly he realized he had a very busy morning ahead. He slowly raised himself, somewhat stiff from not being able to move much on the restrictive sofa.

Still nude, John padded his way to the foyer to get whatever Dianne had left for him to wear. When he first saw it, he thought there must be some sort of mistake. On the table was a pair of lacy pink panties and a pink padded bra. Hanging up on the coat rack was a short, thin white dress. And, below the table was a pair of pink high heels, at least an inch higher than the ones he'd worn last night. Surely Dianne didn't expect him to wear all this.

As he'd come to expect, there was a note under the underclothes. He moved the bra and panties and began reading:

Sissy-Boy,

I do hope you slept well. Because, you're going to need all the energy you have to make it through today.

I'm sure you noticed the underwear, dress and heels I put out for you to wear. The heels are the same size as what you wore last night, but 4 inches instead of 3. The clothes are slightly larger, so they should fit a bit better.

Hanging up beside the dress you'll find a bag. It's full of the make-up you'll need to make yourself up properly. Inside you'll find:

Your razor and shave cream - to shave your face VERY close. Absolutely NO stubble.
A bottle of base make-up - you put that on first, all over your face and neck.
A compact of tan powder - you put this on over the base.
A compact of rudge - this goes on your cheeks to give them color.
A black eye liner pencil- obviously, you line your eyes with it.
A tube of mascara - use it to lengthen and seperate your eye lashes.
A compact of dark and light pink eye shadow - put the dark on your eye lid, the light between your eye lids and your eye lashes.
A brown pencil to shape your eye brows - make them look as feminine as possible. Not all bushy.
A tube of bright red lipstick - I don't think I have to tell you what that's for.
A bottle of bright red nail polish - Keep it off the cuticles around your nails.
A bottle of nail polish remover - For when you Fuck up!

Make SURE you shave very closely before putting on your make-up. I don't want to see any stubble! And since this is the first time you will be putting on make-up, you'll not be expected in the bedroom until 8. That should give you plenty of time to get everything right.

Don't forget the dildo and bells!

Yor Mistress,
Dianne

Noticing the bag for the first time, John looked inside. Everything she'd mentioned was there along with some cotton balls, small sponges, some very small brushes of various shapes, a lot of tissues, and a tube of personal lub. John supposed Dianne figured she didn't need to tell him what the last item was for! A small note inside said 'Do NOT use wash cloths to correct mistakes!' John already knew better. Somehow he'd have to pay for doing just that last night.

Adding the enima John had decided to give himself this morning, he saw it was indeed going to be very busy!

John read the instructions on how to mix the enema solution and kept in inside the prescribed amount of time. But, he wasn't ready for the smell that filled the small common bathroom when he let out the solution and everything it took with it. There was an exhaust fan, but he'd not thought to turn it on. He corrected this oversight immediately. At least he was sure his innards were clean considering everything that seemed to ome out with the liquid.

John started with what he knew best - shaving. He put a wash cloth in some hot water, as hot as he could stand. Next, he put it to his face. It was so hot, he almost pulled it back off. But, to get the close shave Dianne wanted, he had to soften his beard. Not that he had all that tough a beard. It was sparse and relatively soft. Still, John didn't want to take any chances.

Heating his razor under hot water while he applied the shave cream, John removed what beard had grown since yesterday. He checked his work by rubbing his hand over his face and reshaved areas that he felt stubble. He found under his nose particularly tough to get, but finally accomplished the task.

Now John set about doing the hard part, putting on make-up. He'd watched Dianne do it innumerable times, but really hadn't paid all that much attention. By his logic the first thing to put on was the nail polish. It seemed the easiest and, john figured, the quickest. But, as he started putting on the cool bright red liquid, he realised he'd probably made a serious mistake. First of all, it wasn't near as easy as he supposed. He kept getting the polish on his skin next to the nails. And secondly, the polish didn't dry near as fast as he thought.

Grabbing some tissues, John removed the polish he'd already applied. He looked over all the bottles, tubes, pencils, and what have you trying to decide where to start. Finally he took up the bottle of base coat, and thought he remembered Dianne using a small sponge to apply it. He found the sponge worked perfectly.

Next came the powder. That looked easy because the compact had a cloth applicator inside. He rubbed some powder on the applicator and rubbed it on his cheek. To John's surprise not only did the powder NOT go on, the base coat rubbed of on the applicator as well. 'Damn,' John whispered to himself.

Grabbing some of the tissues, John removed the base coat around where he tried to apply the powder and reapplied the base. He looked at the powder and applicator trying to figure out just how to get it on. Then it came to him - pat, don't rub! And to his joy, it actually worked.

But, when he thought he'd finished, the powder looked heavier in some areas. Getting the hang of it, and beginning to remember what he'd seen Dianne do, John grabbed the larger brush and lightly ran it over his face. And, as he'd hoped, the powder coat now looked nie and even.

The blush was much harder. The first three times he put it on it looked like a bright red spot on his face. He'd remove it and reapply the base and powder. 'At least I'm getting adept at putting on the base and powder,' John thought. Finally it came to him - Another brush. John applied the blush and gently spread it with a second brush. 'Perfection,' he thought.

Eye liner next. John thought of how Dianne looked when she was made up for a night out. He remembered the eye liner went close to both the upper and lower lash line. John soon found actually applying it was a real challenge. It just wasn't natural to place something as sharp as the eye liner pencil that close to your eye. The first few times John tried his eyes began blinking and he got the liner all over his eye lid. He removed the lines with a moistened tissue.

Eye liner in place, John began with the pink eye shadow. He was sure Dianne picked pink to reinforce his sissiness. And, of course, it was working.

The eye shadow wasn't as bad as John imagined. In a few strokes he had his eye lids covered and the light pink between his lids and eye brows. The brows were a bit bushy. 'Gotta do something about that,' John thought t o himself.

John stopped with a start! My god, he was thinking like a woman, or at least a sissy. He'd actually thought about plucking his eye brows! It hadn't even been 24 hours and already sissy thoughts were invading his mind. Was it possible he could be changed so easily? Was he that much of a whimp?

Glancing at his cell, John saw it was already just after 7. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he applied the eye brow enhancer. He quickly realized he could not put the brown over all his brow, or they ended up looking way to bushy. Finally he had what he felt was a decent brow line.

That left the lipstick and polish. John very carefully applied the bright red to his lips. The practice last night helped, and he had little problem getting the lipstick on properly. He carefully allpied the thick red liquid to his nails. This time he did a much better job and only had to remove couple of spots where the polish got on his skin. He waved his hands in the air as he'd seen Dianne do so many times. He supposed it helped the polish dry more quickly.

After about 10 minutes John was convinced the nail polish was dry enough for him to continue. He picked up the cock shaped dildo and liberally applied the lotion to it. And, after adding some lotion to his ass hole, slowly inserted the impressive - to John at least - toy. It entered much easier than last night, a relief to John. And, when he put it on low vibrate, brought back fond memories of his little peter shooting all over his tight shorts. He attached the bells to the cord tied to the plastic balls.

As he pulled the pink panties up his legs, he found them to be much silkier than the shorts from last night- and his little dickette liked it! John positioned the controller on the front of the waist band of the panties, and looking in the mirror, made sure the bells came out in the cemter of his back.

Looking at the bra, John decided it was best to put it on backwards, so he could fasten the catches. Once fastened,he pulled it around and pulled his nonextent tits into the cups. The dress slipped on over the head. After a bit of adjustment, he was happy with how the dress looked.

Slipping into the heels, John headed to the kitchen. It was 7:25 and he still had a lot to do before 8! He started the coffee. John poured two small glasses of orange juice and got out the tray to carry it all to the bedroom for Dianne and Bill.

When the coffee was finished, taking way too long for John's liking, he put 4 pieces of bread in the toaster. When they popped up, he put a small dab of butter on each and put them on the small plates. After positioning everything to his liking, John rang his way to the master bedroom. The clock read 7:52! He'd made it!!

It was obvious Dianne and Bill had been awakened by John's chiming. Both were stretching and yawning.

"Good morning Mistress, Sir," John said in his sissy voice. "I hope you slept well."

"Like a log," Both said, laughing together.

"I've brought you some toast, coffee and juice. If you'd like a bigger breakfast later, I'd be more than happy to prepare it for you." John hoped they'd not ask for anything fancy. Scrambled egges was about his limit in preparing breakfast.

"Thank you, Sissy-Boy," Dianne said sweetly. Come closer so I can see how well you applied your make-up this morning."

Dianne took the tray and carefully placed it between her and Bill. She closely examined John's hand-work on is face. Moving it back and forth as she did. Then she examined his finger nails.

"We're going to have to do something about your brows. They're way too bushy." John's heart soared! He'd thought that very thought!

"Oh my," Dianne said in surprise. "We really have to do something about all that hair under your arms!"

Looking at John's chest and legs, Dianne commented, "Well, at least you don't have a lot of hair on the rest of your body. Still, you need to start shaving your chest, stomach and legs. We'll work on the pubic area in a slightly different manner.

"As for your make-up, well, truthfully, it looks like something an 11 or 12 year old girl would do playing dress up. But, since you've had no training in putting on make-up, I'll let it go. But, we're going to have some intensive training on that very thing this coming week, Trust me!"

'Next week? This wasn't over Sunday,' John worried?

"Sissy-Boy I need your help with something," Bill announced. "I've got a terrible need to piss. But, it being early in the morning my aim isn't what it should be. I need for you to hold my cock while I piss. That way there won't be a mess for you to clean up around the stool."

John couldn't believe Bill's request! Hold his cock while he pissed? What sort of man would do that? But, he quickly realized he wasn't a man, at least not right now. No, he was a sissy-boy. And, sissy-boys did what they were told. Plus, Dianne hadn't said anything meaning she didn't disapprove. Again, John felt he was in a situation where he had no rel choice.

"As you wish, Sir," John meekly answered.

Bill threw back the bed covers and padded his way to the bathroom. The lgimpse John got of the other man's - no, the only man here - member told him what he feared. Bill's cock was bigger soft than John's had ever been hard! No wonder Dianne had such a good time last night.

Bill positioned himself over the stool, neither lifting the cover, or ring. Meekly, John raised them and tentatively took hold of Bill's large penis.

"You'd better hold it better than that," Bill commented. "Or, it's going to get away from you, and you're still going to have a mess to clean up. In fact, I want you on your knees, so you can see up close how a real man pisses.

On his knees, John grasp Bill's cock, making sure it was aimed at the middle of the water in the stool. And, Bill started pissing. As He had warned, John felt Bill's cock begin to raise as the man shot out a high pressure flow of piss. John had to move Bill's cock to make sure the yellow liquid didn't hit the edges of the stool. Finally, the flow stopped.

"Now we have another problem," Bill smiled. "Even if you shake my cock, there'll still be a couple of drops of piss that'll end up on the floor, the carpet, or on the sheets. I don't think eigher of us wants that."

"Oh, no Sir," John replied. "I certainly wouldn't. And, I know you don't either." John was only a little concerned about where this Bill was going with this. Afterall, what could he possibly want John to do short of wiping the head of his penis with toilet paper?

"I'm glad we agree," Bill continued. "Now, getting those last pesky drops with toilet paper just doesn't set well with me. Females and sissy-boys do that. And, I'm neither."

John had to admit he'd used toilet paper to get his last drops when he was in the cock cage, as he still was.

"That means I need a sissy-boy to solve this problem. You see sissy-boys like to have a cock in their mouth every now and again. And, I think this is a perfect time for you to show me just how much you enjoy having mine in your mouth."

John couldn't believe Bill was actually asking, no demanding, he suck the last few drops of piss from his cock! That was just, well, nasty and demeaning. But, he'd been in more demeaning situations last night than he would have ever thought. Hopefully, he waited to hear Dianne stop this madness. Nothing!

Reluctantly, John put the head of Bill's flacid cock in his mouth and began gently sucking. He was rewarded with a sharp acidy taste. Just as he was about to pull back, Bill put his hands on the back of John's head and pulled John's face into his crotch. John had been in the same positon last night, but he was sure today the outcome would be totally different.

John felt Bill's muscles tense slightly and his mouth was filled with the acidy golden liquid. He had no choice but to swallow, or drown in Bill's piss. And, that would be very embarrassing, even in death! Luckily, Bill only had a little bit of piss left in his bladder, though to John it was gallons. Finally the flow ended. But, Bill kept John's face pressed against his groin.

"That was so you got a real taste of my piss and to make sure you realize your place," Bill commented. "I'll not be doing that often. Now, as I said before, you need to suck out the last few drops. Oh, and thank me for allowing you to serve me so well, of course."

To John's total surprise, he didn't really feel like he would puke. Besides the acidy taste, no other side effects seemed to be present. He pulled his head back slightly and gently sucked the last few drops of Bill's golden liquid from Bill's cock. John released the other man's cock and gave the head a small kiss.

"Thank you so much, Sir, for allowing me to sreve you so," John meekly replied. "It would be my honor to do so in the future, as you wish, of course."

John was horrified that his body had involuntarily reacted as it had. To kiss the prick that had just pissed in his mouth was the ultimate in tratorous acts! And, what was that about doing this again in the future? Had his voice turned against him as well?

Bill went bak into the bedroom with John meekly following. Dianne was munching on one of the pieces of toast.

"You forgot napkins, Sissy-Boy," Dianne commented.

Eleven, or was it 12? John had lost track. And, he was afraid loosing track would end up being another infraction. God, would it never end?

"Let me explain about what just happened," Dianne continued. "One of your duties for the rest of the weekend will be to serve us in the bathroom when we're, er, relieving ourselves. You will be expected to pull Bill's cock out of his trousers, hold it while he pisses and, of coures, suck the last few drops out. And, well, I like that little thank you afterwards. It's a nice touch. We'll keep it!

"You'll do the same for me. You'll pull my panties down and help me set. Then you'll watch as I piss. Once I'm done you'll lick the piss off my pussy lips and inside. Not wanting to be wet, I'll expect you to pat me dry with only a couple of sheets of toilet paper. Then the thank you, of course."

"Don't forget the kiss," Bill interjected. "Sissy-boy kissed the head of my cock before thanking me!"

"Yes, that's even better," Dianne concurred. "Oh yeah, of course you'll redress us.

"As for us taking shits. Well, we don't want our Sissy-Boy getting sick, so we don't expect you to lick us clean. But, you will get us ready to take a shit, watch us shit, and clean our asses and ass holes with toilet paper.

"And, I think you should kiss our ass holes when you're finished. That way we'll be sure you did a good job. Of course, the thank you at the end. And, do not use an excess of toilet paper. I don't want the stool getting clogged. And, I suspect you don't either."

How humiliating can they make this weekend? Now John was expected to be their toilet maid! But, what choice did he have. He could walk out, loosing Dianne and probably his job. Well, that wasn't an option for John.

The end of the first night - none too soon for poor John.

 Comments always welcome!

The Weekend (Continued) 

 Then, unexpectedly, Bill's hands were on the back of John's head. Bill pushed John's head further down, his cock entering John's throat. John started to pull his hands off Bill's cock and balls to push his head back, but hearing a 'You'd better not' from Diane, he stopped. Instead, he put his arms behind his back, clasping his hands together, to keep from pushing away.

Giving in to the enevitable, John took a deep breath. And none too soon. Bill's cock had reached the depth where breathing by John was impossible. And, John's eyes began to water from the envasion. It was all he could do to keep from bringing his arms back around and push away to end the torment.

Ever so slowly Bill pushed his cock deeper and deeper into John's throat. To John it seemed he was going a lot slower than he needed. John was afraid he'd pass out from lack of oxygen way before Bill had his dick fully into his throat. And, john knew that's what the man had in mind. A face fuck, that's wht John remembered it being called. Of course, he'd always imagined it being a woman getting it, not himself.

Just as John felt himself getting faint, he also felt his nose being tickled by Bill's pubic hairs. It felt like Bill's cock head had reached John's stomach. And, his wind pipe felt like it would burst from the girth of the man's member. But, the goal had been reached, surely Bill would pull the giant rod out now.

But, Bill held John's head against his crotch a few more seconds. Just when John felt he could stand it no more, Bill quickly pulled John's head back up to wher eonly the head was still in John's mouth. John took numerous breaths, trying to get oxygen back into his system. Just as John felt better, Bill pushed his head back down. Faster this time, but still slowly. Again stopping when John's nose was in his pubics. And, again he held John's head there, though not quite so long.

The process continued, getting faster with each stroke. Eventually John had the timing of his breathing to where he had sufficient oxygen. And, finally getting used to the invasion of his throat, John brought his hands back to Bills balls, massaging them with more vigor. Eventually the speed had reached a point that John was afraid Bill would break his nose against his crotch. But, somehow Bill seemed to know just when to stop.

Then John felt something different. Bill's cock was throbbing. John could tell because his wind pipe felt stretched more than normal periodically. John was sure this meant Bill was about to cum, finally. Bill shoved John's face down hard, and pulled it back up, again stopping with the head in John's mouth. Almost immediately John's mouth was filled with a hot, sticky, sour liquid - Bill's cum.

Suddenly Bill let go of John's head. And, before John could grab the shooting cock with his hands, it escaped his mouth. John felt the hot juice strike his face from his forehead to his cheek. He quickly grabbed the jumping rod and go the head back to his mouth for the next spurt. His mouth full, John swallowed. The sticky mess seemed to ooze down his throat. And, he found he had to swallow two more times as Bill's cum continued to spirt from his hot cock.

Finally over, Bill leaned back. He seemed quite relaxed, yet his cock still stood at attention. It appeared, if possible, harder and longer, than before. But, that could just be imigination, John thought. John began to scoop the cum from his face when Dianne stopped him.

"Oh no you don't. You couldn't manage to handle a real man's cock, you'll have to wear the outcome," Dianne smiled.

John suddenly realized he felt stickier around his little dickette. That could only man one thing. He'd cum himself!!! He'd actually cum while sucking another man's cock. Well, while his throat was being used as a cunt at least. His mind said all this was wrong, but his body kept saying it was enjoying every moment.

"Well, you missed the 2 12 minutes by almost 2 whole minutes," Dianne commented clinically. "And, you let Bill's cock get away and shoot a load all over your face. Two more infractions. Along with the three you've already committed, that makes five. Looks more and more like we really need that book to keep track.

"Oh, and we can't forget cumming without permission! That's six!!!

"And, would you look at that! Bill wasn't lying when he said he could stay hard after cumming.

"Now, Sissy-Boy, you're going to put Bill's hard cock into your wife's more than ready cunt. And you'll stay close so you can see how a real man satisfys a woman."

"Yes, Mistress."

Dianne moved the bed covers from over her body and Bill, kissing her on the face, neck, and lips positioned himself over her. The sight of a well tuned man hovering over his beautiful wife brought wonder and excitement to John. Yes, his wife was finally going to get the sound fucking a woman like she deserved.

As instructed, John once again took hold of Bill's hot cock. He was becoming more familiar with Bill's cock than his own But, his had been in a cage for months. He gently rubbed Dianne's mound with his other hand. It was obvious she was ready for a big cock. Her lips were engorged, open and moist. There'd b no problem with Bill entering her, short of him being much larger than she was used to.

John brought Bill's cock to Dianne's open cunt. With a single thrust He buried his large member deep in her womanhood. Dianne gave out a gasp and grabbed the large man around the neck. A quiet 'Yes' escaped her lips as he rested before beginning the assault.

And, to John's eyes, an assault it was. Bill pulled his cock out to where only the head was in her cunt and shoved it back in. It amazed John how Bill seemed to know just how far to pull out so only the head remaind inside - whether it was John's Wife's pussy, or John's head!

Over and over and over Bill plunged into Dianne's hot box. As he rode her she raised her legs so he could go even deeper. Again, John was amazed. It seemed to him he had to be hitting the back of her cunt before she raised her legs! Just how much cock could she take?

Both were kissing each other all over their faces, and rubbing each other's bodies. They were fully into the violent love match. But, shortly they changed position, going to doggy style.

"Sissy-Boy," Dianne clled out. "I expect you to thank Bill each time we change position for fucking your wife so soundly. And, of course, you are to position his cock for easy entry. I don't want you to miss a thing!"

"Thank you kind sir for giving my wife th satisfaction I could never give her," John said sweetly as he held Bill's cock at the now wide open entrance of Dianne's love box.

This continued for what seemed hours to John. And, in fact it did end up being about 1 ½ hours. Dianne and Bill finally laid back, spent.

"Sissy-Boy," Dianne whispered. "Your job's not done. We seem to have a bit of a mess here. And, since you're already familiar with the taste of Bill's cum, I'm sure you wouldn't mind licking his cock clean of our love juices, and then licking clean my cunt. And, don't forget to clean the pubic hair area, too."

Bill's cock was limp, but still large to John's eyes. They'd worked some of their love juices into little white balls, and quite a lot of the balls and juices were in both their pubic hairs. John knew from his oral sex with Dianne that licking in that area subjected one to getting the tiny hairs in their throat. But, he supposed he had no choice.

John leaned over the spent man and his spent member. He lifted Bill's flacid cock and began licking on its underside. He lifted the balls, and found some of the juices had dripped into his ass crack. Squinching his nose, John applied his tongue there and licked what he could see. But, on closer inspection he noticed some had actually got to the ass hole itself. Again, he curled up his nose and licked the area clean.

"Better lick a bit deeper. I think some got inside," Bill chuckled.

Unwillingly John poked his tongue into the other man's ass hole. An acrid taste assulted his taste buds. But he persisted. And, going as deep as he dared, he worked his way back up Bill's balls and cock.

Finally, all that was left was the pubic area. With lots of licking and sucking, John finally got the sex juices clear of that area as well. His tonge felt raw and his cheek muscles were sore. But, he still had Dianne to clean.

Meekly John walked to her side of the bed. He had to admit his wife looked absolutely stunning with that afterglow of a good sex session. Something he'd not seen until now. Her crotch was swimming in Bill's cum and her own juices. John realized this would be his supper. He'd not need anything else after consuming all this.

He decided to make sure her cunt was totally clean before chasing the slick liquid anywhere else. He didn't want to inadvertantly give her an infection - he was sure this infraction would cause a pentalty he'd never want to experience. Her pussy lips were open and it was relatively easy for him to get his tongue deep inside, much deeper than he'd ever been.

Once he was satisfied with Dianne's pussy, he began work on her pubic area. It was actually harder than Bill's due partially to her red hair. And, it took some time to get all the little balls sucked out. But, finally, it too was clean.

Lastly he began work on her ass crack and hole. Much more liquid had slipped into her crack than Bill's and some of it had dried. Much had spilled on the sheets. He decided he would clean that last as he knew he'd have to anyway.

Once he had completed cleaning the couple and the sheets below Dianne, John stood, waiting for more instructions. He didn't have long to wait.

"Tell me, Sissy-Boy, how many times did Bill cum while fucking me?" Dianne asked.

"Er, uhh, three times, I think, Mistress," John meekly replied.

"You think? So you don't really know? I expect an answer to that," Dianne sneered.

"No Mistress, I don't really know." John saw another infraction coming. But, no one had told him to keep track. How many would that be 6, no 7.

"Well, any decent Sissy-Boy would keep track of something that important. And, I suppose that means you can't tell me how many times I had an orgasm. Can you Sissy-Boy?"

"No Mistress, I can't." Eight.

"But, I'll bet you can tell me exactly how many time your pathetic peter shot it's drop, can't you?"

"Three times, Mistress." John had been amazed at how his own cockette had stayed hard and shot it's own load. The shorts were totally soaked around his little tent. It wasn't near the mess the couple had made, but for John it was a major accomplishment.

"A husband that can't satisfy his wife, and a sissy-boy that can't do his duties. Isn't there anything you're good at?"

"I..I, no Mistress I guess there isn't." As John answered his eyes begn tearing. And before he finished, his sight was so clouded he lost eye contact with Dianne. Nine, or maybe 10!

"I'll tell you what. You're going ot have plenty of time to practice your sissy-boy skills this weekend. Because I've decided that Bill can spend the weekend with me, if he would like to, that is."

"I'd love to," Bill replied.

"That means you'll sleep on the sofa. Only my lover gets to sleep with me. It also means you'll be dressed as a sissy the entire weekend. That you'll talk in that sissy voice at all times, and that you'll be constantly available to do our bidding. Any questions, Sissy-Boy?"

"Where will I get my sissy clothes, Mistress?"

"For now, I'll pick out some of my older things for you to wear. I think we might take a shopping trip Sunday to get you some of your own things. We'll see."

Dianne grabbed the cock cage and lock from the night stand and handed it to John.

"You put it on yourself. I don't want to touch that nasty area. Then take a hot bubble bath in the common bathroom. Bill and I will wash the sweat off each other in the master bath.

"I expect you to get up at 6 to prepare coffee and a light breakfast for us. I'll have put out something for you to wear on the coat rack in the foyer.

"Oh, you can turn off the dildo and take it out for the night. I expect it, and the bells to be in their proper place when you wake us I the morning. New batteries in the dildo, of course. And, it should be set at low.

"Now get down to your bath. Grab a pillow and blankets rom the hallway closet. We'll see you bright and early in the morning."

Saying nothing, John turned and gingled out of what used to be his and Dianne's bedroom. Even the dildo now turned off.

The continuation of John's introduction to cuckoldry and sissifiction.

Comments always welcome!

The Weekend

John got to work as soon as the couple left the kitchen. There wouldn't be all that much to do. The left overs would be put in the fridge and, after a good rinsing, the dishes would be cleaned by the disn washer., Besides wiping down the counter and table, and sweeping and mopping the floor, there was nothing else to do.

With the christmas bells jingling happily with his every move, John got to work. The dildo in his ass was vibrating just wnough to keep him hard, but not enough to allow him relief. Considering he'd already shot his load once, John thought it odd he would think about doing it again. But, there had been a lot of things odd about the evening, and John was sure there would be more to come.

The thinkless tasks John had to do in the kitchen gave him time to consider everything that had occurred so far. He was totally surprised by his reactions to it all. Having a dildo shoved up your ass wasn't exactly something he had fantasized about. But, he had to admit it felt a lot better than he would ever have imagined. John noticed the pressure he had felt on his balls, as they worked their way inside, had gone. He supposed they had found a 'hapy place,' and had quit burrowing into his body.

He couldn't believe how Dianne and Bill seemed to get on the same page almost immediately. If he didn't know better, he'd swear they'd talked about the night beforehand. But, neither had shown any indication they had contact in the past, so he was sure it was just his imigination. Maybe their thought processes just clicked - kindred souls, so to speak.

And, his reactions to everything. John just couldn't believe he'd fallen into the submissive sissy role so quickly. Wearing Dianne's old, tight short set with little argument, letting her put the vibrating dildo up his sissy pussy - thinking like a true sissy ther, he thought - waiting on her and the man that, for all John knew, was fucking his beautiful wife at this very moment. Was he turly a submissive, a sissy? Or had he simply got caught up in the moment. Play acting? John didn't know yet, but was sure there would be more challenges to test just what his thought process was.

Having finished cleaning the kitchen John gave it a final look over, just to make sure he'd not missed something. Satisfied with his work, he made his way to the living room. He was surprised to discover the living room empty. There was a small tube and a note on one of the end tables by the sofa. Picking up the tube John realized it was one of Dianne's tubes of lipstick. He read the note:

Sissy-Boy,

That name sounds so appropriate, doesn't it?

Your bells were distracting us, so we decided to move to the bedroom.

I'm sure you noticed the lipstick. Put it on your lips liberally. You've watched me enough times, so a sissy like you should know how to apply it with no errors. Make sure your lips are well outlined and covered, but don't have any 'overflow,' lipstick on the skin around your lips. And yes, you may go to the common bathroom to put it on.

After you've got the lipstick on properly, get another bottle of wine and two fresh glasses. Join us in the bedroom. There's no need to knock as I'm sure we'll hear the bells as you get near the bedroom.

Your Mistress,
Dianne

Yes, John had watched Dianne put on lipstick before. But, he'd never watched her with the thought he might be putting it on his own lips. So, he had little idea of just how to put it on without getting it all over his lower face. Still, he had to try. The first two attempts were total disasters. He had to use soap and a wash cloth to get it all off. That bothered him. John was sure he'd be punished for getting lipstick on one of Dianne's wash cloths. To make it worse, he didn't know if he should tell her when he got to the bedroom, or wait for her to discover it on her own.

"Honesty's the best policy," John said quietly to himself. He'd volunteer the information as soon as he could.

Finally happy with the lipstick, John went to the kitchen and got the wine and glasses she'd requested. As he made his way to the bedroom he realized he had no idea how high the heels he was wearing were. They seemed enormously high to him, but he simply wasn't used to judging those sort of things. He wondered if Dianne would tell him, if he asked.

John slowly opened the bedroom door. Dianne and Bill were on the bed, under the covers. Dianne was nude, at least on the top. Her C-cup breasts proudly exposed. The tit closest to Bill was damp. From Bill sucking and nibbling it, John supposed. Dianne's right arm was under the covers. John didn't want to think of what it might be doing.

Bill was nude at least on the top as well. His obviously tight upper body was totally visible. Even his tuned abs were visible. John felt a small stab of jealousy towards Bill. John's body would never look so manly. But, a sissy-boy wasn't supposed to have that sort of body. Bill's left arm was under the covers as well.

The faces of both were redish. They'd obviously been into some heave petting before John came in.

"Finally made it, I see," Dianne commented. "Put the wine and glasses on the end table next to Bill. We'll serve ourselves."

"Yes Mistress," John replied in his most feminine voice. John was proud he hadn't forgotten to use a female voice.

Smiling, Dianne continued, "Come over to my side of the bed, close to me so I can see you more closely."

John complied, moving his ass to make sure the bells jingled loudly.

"I see you have the lipstick on. Not a bad job for your first time. If it IS your first time, that is."

"I've never put on lipstick before, Mistress," John replied. "I'm afraid it actually took me three times to get it on even this good. And, I'm terribly sorry to have to tell you there's lipstick stains on one of your wash cloths." John lowered his eyes as he told Dianne about the wash cloth.

As John finished his admission of guilt, Dianne reached up and turned off the vibrating dildo in his ass. John's ass felt almost empty without the continual vibrations.

"I commend you on telling me about the wash cloth," Dianne said with a hint of anger in her voice. "But, there's a number of things wrong with your reply. First, did it sound like I asked you a question?"

"Well, no Mistress. Now that I think about it, it didn't." John was really nervous now.

"That's right. It was an observation, NOT a question. You'll NEVER talk to either of us - short of a 'Yes Mistress,' or 'Yes Master' - unless we directly ask you a question. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," John said meekly. 'Yes Master?' Now Bill was his master?

"And, you broke eye contact! You will NEVER break eye contact first." Dianne took a breath. "The eyes are the gateway to the soul. I want to make sure all I see in your soul is adoration, servitude, and maybe a little bit of fear."

"Yes Mistress."

Dianne once again reached for the dildo controller. She returned it to the low vibrations he'd become used to. John let out a satisfied sigh as the familiar movement returned. The bells sounded out a small tingle as he inadvertantly wiggled his ass. John blushed. Dianne just smiled.

"Very good," Dianne continued in a more pleasant voice. "Tomorrow we're going to get you a nice note pad - pink would be a nice color - to note your infactions. For now, I'll keep track of them mentally - lipstick on a washcloth, answering without being asked anything, and breaking eye contact first. I'm sure Bill and I can come up with some appropriate pentalties for those errors.

"Changing subjects. Can you tell me why we're all here in the bedroom, Sissy-Boy?"

"Er, well, so you and Bill can have sex." John didn't know why Dianne was asking the obvious.

"Well, that's basically correct," Dianne replied. "But, just why are we having sex?"

"So I have a better chance of keeping my job," John answered.

"Yes, and just who suggested this to me?"

Now John understood. Dianne wanted to make sure he remembered he was the one that brought this idea up to her. It didn't seem to matter to her that Bill had impied it first - it never had.

"I did, Mistress," John replied meekly.

"Very good, Sissy-Boy. You're getting pretty good at this! Now, follow my logic. I don't expect your feeble mind to totall grasp it, but at least try.

"You suggested I get fucked by your boss to, supposedly, keep your job. I would surmise that you actually always wanted me to get fucked by him, or you'd have never thought about telling me about it. It may have been subconscious, but you always wanted me to get fucked by him, or some other REAL man.

"Now, that said, it also follows that you do not consider yourself a real man. I mean, why would a real man suggest his wife get fucked by someone else? Plus, no real man would let his wife dress him in her tight short set. And, he especially wouldn't let her put a cock shaped dildo up his ass. Only a sissy would let his wife do all that. And, especially get hard when she does. So, that means you're a sissy! Do you follow so far, Sissy-Boy?"

"Yes Mistess." John couldn't think of any thing else to say. Plus, she didn't ask for his opinion.

"OK. To continue. Since we've established that you're a sissy and you really want me to get soundly fucked by a real man, I personally think you should watch. Not only should you watch, you should participate!

"Not in the classical sense - no fucking for you. You should ask this man who's fingers are, even now, going deeper than your scrawny dick, to fuck me like I deserve to be fucked. Not just ask, but beg him to fuck me like you can't."

Dianne seemed to be on a roll. And, even though it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, John managed to maintain eye contact with her. He knew his eyes showed her he was confused, humiliated, and, unfortunately for him, excited.

"You will follow my instructions with absolutely NO hesitation, is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Very good. Now get over to Bill's side of the bed." Without question John did as he was told.

"Now beg him to fuck me!" Dianne almost yelled the command. Not so much because she was pissed, but more because she was more than ready to have that big cock she'd been playing with in her cunt. Well, as soon as some things she and Bill had agreed to happened, that is.

"Please, please Bill, Sir. I beg you to fuck my darling wife with that enormous cock of yours. My little dickette isn't big enough to give her any satisfaction. I implore you to give her the fucking she so much deserves."

"Now, how can you say he has an enormous cock when you're not looking at it, Sissy-Boy?" Dianne asked. "Pull the covers back and look at what will be inside me shortly."

John was terrified. He'd never seen another man's penis hard, and wasn't sure how he would react. But, as instructed, he pulled the bed covers back to bring Bill's cock into view.

It was enormous! At least to John it was. Easily 8 inches long and bigger around than he could ever have imagined. As he stared at the first hard cock he'd seen besides his own, his little thing jumped. He was totally embarrassed that his body responded so positively to seeing another man's cock! No matter what his brain said, it was obvious to everyone he was excited.

"You've asked Bill, now beg his fuck stick to do it's job!"

"Please give my dear wife the satisfaction she so justly deserves," John said. "She's put up with my little thingy for so many years, she is entitled to have a real fuck. One I know you can give her. Please ravage my princess' cunt as I know you can."

"Not bad," Bill finally commented. "But, first of all, you haven't showed the proper respect for a real man's dick. A sissy like you shouldn't just stare at it. No! You should respect and honor it. You should fondle and kiss this tool - prove that you truly are in awe of it."

"May I, Sir?" John was totally shocked that comment actually came out of his mouth. He'd said it before thinking. He honestly couldn't believe he'd just asked for permission to fondle another man's cock!

Both Dianne and Bill chuckled at John's honest comment.

"I tell you what," Bill said. "Your exceptional wife here has got me so excited, I'm afraid I'll cum just putting my cock in her pussy. I'd really hate making that sort of mess. Plus, it shows a lack of discipline I'd rather not have her see."

John was trying to figure out just where Bill was going with this. Of course, he knew he'd find out shortly, and that he'd probably not like it.

"Now, I can fuck for hours," Bill bragged. "Cumming 2, 3, even 4 times without going soft. But, starting a fuck session by cumming on the woman's cunt just isn't my style.

"In the past when I've had this problem I've solved it by beating off. But, with a Sissy-Boy standing just a few inches from me, I think there's a much better solution.

"Not only do I want you to fondle and kiss my cock, I want you to suck it off! Give me a good blow job! Show me and my tool just how much you adore a REAL cock!"

John stood there totally shocked! The very first real man's hard ock he's ever seen and he's also expected to give it his first ever blow job? He's NOT gay! But, his body once again gave his true feelings away. His little dickette almost shot a load!

"Here's the rules, Sissy-Boy," Diane said. "Since Bill's so excited, it shouldn't take long for you to get him to cum. I'll give you 2 ½ minutes. And, when he cums I don't want a mess. So, you'd best take it all in your mouth - and swallow!

"I want to see all sorts of lipstick rings on Bill's cock when you're done!"

Now the lipstick made sense to John. They'd planned for him to give Bill a blow job all along. They'd planned on totally humiliating him.

"Oh, and put that dildo in you ass on high vibrate," Dianne added.

With his body saying he wanted this, but his mind saying otherwise, John simply didn't see any solution short of doing as he'd been told. He cranked the vibrator up to max - a shiver flowed through his body, causing the bells to ring once more. Then John rubbed his hands together to warm them. He had no idea why the thought of touching Bills rod with cold hands seemed wrong, but somehow it did.

Satisfied his hands were warm enough John put one hand on Bill's hard cock, the other cupped his balls. John leaned over and placed a kiss on the head of Bill's member, leaving a bright red lip print. As he slowly stroked the rod and gently massaged the balls, John opened his mouth and took Bill's enormous head into his mouth. He ran his tongue all around the head, And, when he reched the underside of the head, he was rewarded with a jump from the solid stud.

John slowly removed the head from his mouth and began kissing the hard rod on the back side moving slowly towards Bill's ball sacks. John gently took first one then the other into his mouth, massaging each with his talented tongue. As John spat each out, he noticed they too had lipstick rings on them.

Again John kissed the hard member, this time up towards the head. Again he took the head into his mouth. This time pushing his head further down, taking more of Bill's cock into his mouth. John's lips were stretched more than they'd ever been stretched, but he persisted in getting more of the man's cock into his mouth.

Part 2 of an on-going story.  I had to break up my first entry because it wouldn't fit on one blog entry.  Hope you like it!  Comments, suggestions alawys welcome (Please be kind)!

Dinner (Continued) 

"Now it's my turn," Bill said. John just knew if he hit him in the balls they'd be totally crushed and have to be cut off. He forced back the sobs, but the tears still rolled down his cheeks in a waterfall.

"What's wrong, Sissy-Boy," Bill smiled? "Afraid I'm going to wrack your balls, too? Well, relax. I wouldn't think of it after your dear wife did such a good job of it."

"Go into the kitchen and wait," Bill continued. Dianne and I have a couple of things to get first."

John walked into the kitchen and waited. He was worried because he had no idea what Bill had in mind for his punishment. And, what could they possibly be looking for to use on him?

It only took Bill and Dianne a couple of minutes to round up what they needed, but to John it seemed like it took forever. He saw Dianne was carrying a penis shaped dildo and a tube of some sort of lotion. It was about 6 inches and had a fake ball sack on it. A wire came out the back going to the controller. Bill had a string of christmas bells. John was afraid of what the dildo was for, but curious about the bells. Dianne went to one of the kitchen drawers and took out a pair of scissors.

"Turn around, pull your shorts to your knees and bend over," Dianne demanded. Whimpering John did as he was told. He knew the dildo was going into his asshole. Except for supositories and enima tubes - both when he was very young - nothing had entered his ass hole. And, the 6 inch dildo looked entirely too big!!! John heard a farting noise and realised it was the tube of lotion being squeezed. He hoped the lotion would at least make the entry less painful, but wasn't at all confident it would. Dianne handed John the tube of lotion.

"Put this on and in your ass hole," She instructed. "And, I'd recommend you put a lot IN your ass hole. Nice and deep. 'Cause, if you don't, the entry could be pretty painful."

John squeezed a good amount of the cool lotion into his palm and began applying it around his ass hole. It didn't take any time at all for him to realize he'd have to stick his fingers in his shit hole to get any of the lotion inside. He squirted some more directly on his first two fingers and began pushing them in. The embarrassment of doing this both in front of his wife and his boss was almost too much. But, for some reason, his little dickette began stirring as he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper inside.

"Very good, sweetheart," Dianne cooed. "Now kiss the nice little toy and ask me to put it in your butt hole. No, beg for me to put it in you - your sissy pussy! The sweeter you beg, the easier I'll be."

Beg to have a dildo invade his ass hole? John couldn't believe Dianne actually wanted him to do that. But, it was his fault he was in this situation. He'd told her about Bill, and agreed to do whatever she wanted if she let him fuck her. Now here he was about to beg his wonderful wife to stick a 6 inch dildo up his ass.

"Please, please fill my sissy pussy with that enormous dildo," John whimpered.

"That would earn you all 6 inches in about half a second," Dianne said. "I'll give you one more chance. You'd better convince me that you really want this plastic cock in your virgin ass hole, or else! Convince me you're a sissy and just HAVE to have this dildo in you."

Half a second? That would rip him apart, John thought. He took some deep breaths, calming himself. In his mind he was convincing himslef he could do this. All it took was falling into the part - acting, he thought.

Finally, he said in as feminine a voice as he could "Please mistress, please fill my virgin sissy pussy with that wonderful toy. Make me feel as much a woman as this pitiful sissy can by taking my cherry and making me the sissy slut servant you truly diserve."

"My god! That was great," Dianne commented. "I actually think you mean it! I think I just might make it part of your attire, just like the cock cage."

John was totally shocked by her comments, She told him to make her believe he meant it, and now that he did, she's probably going to make him wer that monster all the time! But, before he could object Dianne started pushing the plastic prick into his ass hole. The lotion had done its job, and all he felt was the pressure of his spincers moving out of the way, and the head burrowing deeper and deeper into his innards.

It didn't really feel all that bad, John thought. And then he realized his little dickie was responding to the anal invasion by getting harder and harder. He knew both Dianne and Bill saw the reaction of his penis, and now wondered just how he was going to explain it away. Even he had to admit his cokette getting hard again so soon after cumming from having something shoved up his ass was quite incriminating. It showed his body truly enjoyed it, even if his mind said it was wrong. Hell, he couldn't convince himself, much less them.

Just when he thought the dildo was going to end up in his stomach John felt the plastic ball sack against his ass cheeks. Dianne turned on the vibrator and his little dick jearked. Both She and Bill giggled. "Looks like we found ourselves a real sissy slut here, huh, dear?"

John had no idea how to answer that. If he said no, they could say he was out of character. Plus, they could point out his penis said otherwise. If he said yes, he could end up like this more and more.

"Yes Mistress, I think you have," John finally replied. "Even I'm surprised at how I've reacted." He'd decided the truth was the best route, no matter what that might cause. And, this really didn't feel all that bad.

Next John felt Dianne putting something around the ball sack of the dildo. Then he heard the christmas bells as she attached them to the twine around the dildo balls.

"Pull your shorts back I place, Sissy-Boy," Dianne demanded. "Make sure the bells come out of them in the center of your back." As John complied he realized the shorts would be even tighter with all the additions. They began pressing his little balls inside. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but not unbearably so. Dianne finished up by putting the speed control of the dildo at the front of John's shorts.

"I put out a different pair of shoes for you to wear in the bedroom. And, when you're walking, make sure you sway that ass of yours. We want to hear the bells any time you move."

"Yes Mistress," John replied.

"No, use that sweet feminine voice you used when you begged for me to put the dildo in your ass hole. That's the only voice I want to hear from you tonight."

"Yes Mistress," John replied with the female voice.

"Better," Dianne replied.

John walked to the bedroom, making sure the bells rang on the way. He saw a pair of white high heels where the flats had been earlier. His voice cracked even though he wasn't talking! He couldn't believe they wanted him to wear those. He'd never worn heels and wasn't at all sure he could do it without breaking an ankle, or two.

John shucked off the flats and set on the bed to put on the heels. He felt the dildo work deeper into his ass. 'Nice,' he thought. God, he couldn't believe he was thinking that way! Had he always been a sissy without knowing it?

Heels on, John stood and took his first tentative step. He actually found that if he swayed his ass as he took his steps, it was much easier to keep his balance. Slowly, his conficence increased. Slowly, but with increased confidence John made his way to the living room, the christmas bells sounding gaily as he made his way. Both Bill and Diann were casually setting, only holding hands. From the look on their faces, they had been doing some heavy petting before John arrived.

"I'll be going to the kitchen to check on the dinner," John said sweetly. "Is there anything I can bring either of you on my way back?"

Both replied in the negative, so John made his way to the kitchen. Luckily the dinner was realtively easy, so all the unscheduled activities hadn't affected it. And, it was ready. John carefully removed the roast from the oven and replaced it with the buns - they only needed heating. He got the gravy dish out and ladeled the juices from the roast into it. He put the potatoes and other vegies in seperate bowls, placing them on the counter within easy reach for him. Next he cut four pieces of the roast off. The salad had been premade, so he simply poured it out of the plastic bag. Finally, he took out the heated buns, got the butter, salad dressings, wine and, if needed, steak sauce from the fridge. With a final look, John turned and went to the living room to announce that dinner was ready to be sserved.

Once the couple were seated, John lit the candles and prepared each a bowl of salad after asking their preference in dressings. He again poured a small amount of wine in Bill's glass for his approval.
Once getting it, he filled their glasses with the dark liquid. After making sure the couple were happy, John positoned himself next to the counter with the dinner in case either wished anything else. He made sure he stood perfectly still so the bells didn't continually toll. All that came from him was the muffled hum of the dildo in his sissy cunt.

Funny how even he now called it his sissy cunt - in his mind at least. It was amazing how his mind set had changed in only an hour or so. The fact that his wife and his boss were busy eating and carrying on their own conversation, completely ignoring him unless they needed something, seemed both natural and proper. And him waiting on them hand and foot, not eating unless there was time later, seemed the way things should be as well.

John was overjoyed that the dinner went without a hitch. He was available to refill wine glasses, provide seconds, serve the desert, and anything else the couple needed. With dinner over, Dianne and Bill retired to the living room once again with two glasses and their third bottle of wine. This time Bill carried the wine and Dianne the glasses. The only comment they made to John was for him to come to the living room once the kitchen was clean.

A story I thought of and decided to write today.  Unfortunately, it's taking longer than I anticipated.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

 The New Job

The Conversation

"You know this is nothing but bull shit, John, Don't you!" Dianne was furious. "You're nothing but a usless piece of shit! Getting us into this situation is nothing but crap!"

John was more contrite than normal. He always felt inadequate around his beautiful wife and tried his hardest to please her. Nothing seemed to be enough - well except for his well paying job. And now that was in jeopardy.

John's boss, Bill, had told him there was going to be cut backs and his name was on the potential release list. John hadn't been a the top of his game lately. Dianne had cut him off 6 months ago, citing his lack of 'stature' in the cock department. She insisted he only perform oral sex with her. 'Your tongue is longer than that little thing you call a dick,' she'd commented.

He didn't mind going down on Dianne, but lately she'd refused to let him even whack off after he'd satisfied her. And, she'd purchased a cock cage on-line that she kept his cock and balls in between oral sex sessions to make sure he didn't 'cheat' on her.

The inability to satisfy himself even by beating off had screwed with John's concentration. It seemed the only thing he could think of lately was how to satisfy Dianne enough to let him at least beat off when he was eating her out. But, so far, nothing he had come up with had changed her determination to keep him chaste.

However. Bill had given John some hope when it came to keeping his job. 'All you have to do is convince your beautiful wife to have sex with me. Just once. Well, unless she decides she wants more, that is.'

That's what brought on the tirade Dianne was going through right now. Even though she was more than frustrated with John's lack of length and girth with his sexual member, she hadn't gone so far as having an affair. And how her own husband was advocating her spreading her legs for another man!

"Sweetheart, I'm not saying you should have sex with Bill. Far from it. I'm just telling you what he told me. I could probably get him on sexual harrassment, actually," John meekly replied to Dianne's tirade.

"Yeah right," Dianne replied. "First off, he'd deny he ever had the conversation. And secondly, that would take months, even years, to resolve. In the mean time we're setting here with no means of income!

"I'm reqlly pissed that you didn't punch the son of a bitch out for even suggesting something like this. That you listened to him and then meekly come to me to tell me what he said. Just what kind of man did I marry? A whimp? A Sissy? What????"

Dianne stopped yelling and took several deep breaths. She'd never been so pissed at John. She saw him standing there appearing to examine something on his shoes, tears rolling from his eyes. He was sobbing so hard he couldn't have answered her if he wanted to.

"Well," Dianne finally continued, "I'll make sure you don't loose your job. I'll have sex with this boss of yours. No matter how fat and ugly the ass hole is. But, you can forget about ever getting out of that cage. It'll be years before I'll even think of forgiving you on this one."

"He's 6 foot 3, about 235 pounds. Works out at the gym at least three times a week during lunch." John was trying to ease Dianne's anger a bit.

Dianne looked at John quisically. "Well, maybe this won't be such a bad experience afterall. Of course that doesn't tell me anything about how he looks in the face, or in the crotch - where it's going to count."

Still trying to placte his wife, John adds, "He's considered one of the most sought after men in the office. He's single, and when he walks by most of the women go out of their way to greet him. But, he won't go out with any of them. Says office romances are nothing but trouble."

"You sure seem to know a lot about your boss when it comes to the sexual side of things. You sure you aren't having sexual fantisies about the two of you?" Dianne said it half kiddingly, but could envision a muscular man 'forcing' her whimpy husband's face down to the man's crotch - using his mouth and throat as his personal fuck toy.

"Well, after he leaves the woman giggle, and blush like a bunch of teenagers. Especially if he said anything to one of them." John was confused at the turn of the conversation. He certainly wasn't gay! He'd never tought of having sex with Bill, or any other man. But, now that his wife had mentioned it, John recalled seeing Bill's flacid penis in the man's room once. Even soft it looked almost twice John's when hard! That thought caused an uneasy tingle in John's little peepee.

"Alright then. Invite your boss over for dinner this Friday and we'll see how things go. If he's half the man you described, you might have lost your chance of ever having sex with me again. But, you'll have your job!"

Dinner

Friday arrived all too soon for John's liking. After telling Bill he was invited over for dinner Bill would come in to John's office at least five times a day to look at Dianne's picture. He'd make comments like, 'Just wanted to see what I'll be fucking soon', or 'If she fucks half as good as she looks, I'm in for one hell of a ride Friday!' And on Friday morning at the beginning of the work day he came in and took the picture. "You don't need it anymore. Afterall, I'll be the one fucking her tonight!"

Tears came to John's eyes at that comment. "What's this," Bill asked? "Did I say something to upset my little sissy boy?"

"I'm not a sissy," John sobbed back. "I can't help it if thinking of you having sex with my wife upsets me!" In truth, every time John thought of Dianne and Bill fucking his little dick tried its best to break out of its cage!

He fantisized that they would force him to watch. That Dianne made him put Bill's cock into her pussy. He dreamed of most everything they could do to humiliate him. And, to his dispair, all of it got his litle dickie as hard as it could get in its prison.

"Don't worry, it'll be over in 16 to 24 hours! I wonder if she'll be up for an all nighter," Bill chuckled as he left with Dianne's picture.

When John got home he saw that Dianne had more than prepared herself for the evening. She wore a tan cocktail dress that hugged every curve. The hem came to just above the knees and the neckline vee'd suggestively between her breasts. The material of the dress was thin, not quite see-thru. Still, you could get just a hint of her well trimmed pubic hairs and the aerolias around her obviously hard nipples. It was very obvious she chose to not wear any underwear for the eveing.

Despite knowing Dianne dressed as she had for Bill, not him, John's caged dickie challenged the intregrity of its prison - unsuccessfully. With her hair up, the matching three inch heels, and the simple single pearl earrings and necklass, she looked like the Goddess John knew her to be. And, straingly, knowing she looked so beautiful for another man made his cockette try its bes to get even harder. He noticed a key on one of those plastic spring key chains on her left wrist - it was pink.

"I put out the clothes you are to wear tonight on the bed," Dianne said. She made no attempt to kiss John, or greet him in any way. "You will wear the clothes with no arguments, or this whole thing if off."

"Yes, of course, sweetheart," John replied.

"I will take off the cock cage as long as you agree not to touch yourself without permission," Dianne continued. "And, let me tell you that permission will only come under some very specific circumstances. You needn't concern yourself with what the circumstances are, I'll let you know.

"You'll be the one greeting Bill at the door. You'll think him for coming and tell him - in your own words, of course - you hope he gives me the fucking I need so badly. Then you'll bring him to the living room and introduce him to me." With that Dianne unzipped John's pants, lowered his briefs, unlocked the cock cage and took it off. She then turned and walked off into the living room.

John stood there for a few seconds dumbfounded. His cock was out of it's cage - the first time in months, not counting the weekly, closely supervised, washing - and it had immediately sprung to attention, right in front of Dianne. Yet, she gave no indication she'd even noticed. But, even that snub didn't lessen its hardness.

He walked into the bedroom expecting to see another suit coat and tie outfit, considering what Dianne had on. Instead he found a pair of shorts and a tank top. Both were Dianne's! And both were thin and shiney. Both were white with two pink lines down the sides. Both had pink piping along the openings. John stared at them for a minute, thinking there had to be some sort of mistake. Then he spied the note peeking out from under the shorts. He picked the note up and began reading:

John,

I'm sure you're somewhat surprised at the clothes I picked for you to wear tonight. But, there's good reason for you to be dressed as I've chosen. Tonight is for me and your boss, Bill. As such, you will be the server. That means you will serve us dinner, provide our drinks afterwards, and anything else we might choose to have you do. These clothes will seperate you from us and make you very visible. That way we will know your whereabouts whenever you happen to be in the same room as we are. As I told you when you got home, you are to wear these with no complaints, or the deal is off.

Dianne

This wasn't exactly what John had in mind, but he saw he had little choice. He was more than sure that if he lost his job Dianne would leave him! So, John removed his work clothes. And, not seeing any underwear, put the shorts and tank top on without any.

As John pulled the shorts up his legs he finally remembered Dianne showing him the set, telling him she wore them in high school, but had outgrown them. Both he and Dianne were about the same height and general build. So, in theary, John should be able to wear Dianne's clothes. But, her high school shorts were tight - very tight. Luckily, they were stretchable, to a point. And, once John had them on, he was sure he had almost stretched them to their limit. The tank top was no better. It too was stretched very tightly around his body.

Finally dressed, Joihn looked around for some shoes. He saw a pair of pink flats on the floor just below where the shorts and tank top had been. There was a piece of paper in them. 'Yes dear, you are to wear these shoes as well!' The note read. The shoes, like the short set, was too small. His toes were crunched together tightly once he got into them. But, again, he didn't see any other chioce.

John looked at himself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom. He could see his nipples and aerola more plainly than he could see his wife's in her dress. And his 'package,' or lack thereof, was very plain. In fact, his hard little dickie was plainly visible! He looked every bit the sissified hubby he was sure Dianne had in mind. And, why this should turn him on really confused him!

Head down, John walked into the living room. He noticed the shoes clicked loudly when he walked across the tiled entryway. Dianne looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Not bad," She commented. "But, you're to hold your head high. Afterall, tonight wouldn't have happened if you hadn't suggested it."

Now John got it. Dianne wanted to embarrass him in any and every way she could. And, while it was working, all this was turning John on, too! And that bothered him. Still, he followed his wife's demand and raised his head.

Before John could comment, the door bell rang. It had to be Bill. John walked to the door and answered it, head held high. Bill was standing there with a boquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. John took both.

"Good evening, Bill," John said. "Welcome to Dianne's wonderful house. I do hope you enjoy the dinner and drinks. And, I would be a very poor host if I didn't think you in advance for giving me Princess of a wife the fucking such a beautiful woman is entitled to."

It took Bill almost everything he had to keep from laughing at John's outfit. But, seeing John's lack of equipment, Bill was sure he could give Dianne a night she'd not soon forget.

"Well, thank you John," Bill replied. "Or should I call you something besides John? Afterall, your outfit doesn't exactly call out for a male name."

Now John was confused. Dianne hadn't said anything about how to deal with this sort of question. Even though he was sure she knew the short set would give John a very sissified look. "Dianne will have to answer that for you," John finally got out. "Let me escort you to the living room so I can introduce the two of you."

With the shoes clicking on the tile, John led Bill into the living room. He was thankful when he finally got on some carpet where the shoes were quiet, though he wasn't exactly sure why. "Bill, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely wife, Dianne. Dianne, My boss and your lover for tonight, Bill."

"I must say, now I can see why the girls at work vie for your attenton, Bill. John's description of you did you no justice what so ever. You're quite striking in person." John had never seen Dianne like this. She was eyeing Bill from head to foot, obviously undressing him with each pass of her eyes!

Bill had worn light tan trousers and a tan and white strip short sleeve shirt. The pants were tight in the crotch area, showing off his impressive package.

"And I have to say the picture I took from him this morning does you little justice as well," Bill's eyes were moving as well. Even though they had little to remove to know what was underneath.

If John had heard all this gooshy talk in almost any other circumstance, he would have though it was from a very bad screen play. But, from the looks to the couple, both were serious about their complements.

"Please, please, be seated Bill," Dianne gooshed.

As Bill set next to Dianne, an arm already around her neck, and his hand on her knee, John walked to the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers and to put the wine in he fridge. When he walked back the the living room he saw the two were in a deep kiss. Bill's hands were very busy as were Dianne's. At least the hands were outside the clothes, John thought, at least for now.

John cleared his throat and the couple seperated. "Would the two of you like anything to drink before dinner?" He was trying to be the perfect host. He knew that's what Dianne wanted.

They both requested the wine Bill had brought and John was quick to get it and two glasses. He remembered how the waiters did it at the high class restaurants and poured only a little in one of the glasses. Bill took it, and swirled the wine in his mouth, finally swallowing. After Bill gave his approval, John poured the couple each a glass.

Then John realized he should have got the wine holder Dianne had insisted on buying months ago and put the bottle in it, with some ice, of course. He quickly went to the kitchen and, after some looking, took the wine holder, filled it with Ice, put the wine in the ice and took it back to the living room.

Unfortunately, both Dianne and Bill had run out of wine while John was in the kitchen. He could tell by the look on Diann's face she was not happy. And, Bill didn't look very cheerful either.

"Is this the type of service we can expect from you tonight?" Dianne sneered the question.

"No Maam, I'm very sorry," John said quietly.

"Well, I think I'll leave it to my guest what we should do about this infraction," Dianne smiled in reply.

Somehow, John had the feeling he was being set-up. Bill looked the sissy clad man over and finally said, "I'm not sure about this, but I think that tiny tent he has in those cute shorts might be distracting him. We can either kick it down, or perhaps our sissy servant has another solution. What do you have to say sissy boy?"

Before John could reply, Dianne interjected, "Sissy-Boy! I like that. In fact that's what we'll call you tonight. Any problems with that Sissy-Boy?"

John was sure that no matter which question he answered first he'd be in trouble. He took a few seconds, but afraid that if he took too much time he'd be in trouble from both he finally chose to answer Dianne first. "Maam, if that's what you choose to call me, I'll happily answer to it."

John quickly added, "And sir, I think I might be able to take care of the tent in my shorts. If you both would excuse me so I can go to the bathroom, I'm sure it will no longer be a problem when I get back."

"I'm going to be nice - this time," Bill said smiling. "But, I don't think we should trust you in the bathroom all by yourself. God knows what you might do. No, I think you should take care of the problem right here in front of us. What do you think, dear?"

John couldn't believe Bill had called Dianne Dear. He'd only been here lass than 30 minutes and already terms of endearment? His little dickette stired at the total humiliation.

"I agree," Dianne replied. "But, I don't want to see that poor excuse for a dick. Not in the flesh. I think he should rub it through the shorts until the, er, tent is gone." Dianne smiled at her totally humiliated husband as his hand slowly moved to his hard peter.

Quickly she added, "Oh, and I think we should have a time limit. Afterall, he hasn't cum in over 6 months. Shouldn't take him long at all. Less than a minute, or you'll be pentalized, Sissy-Boy."

John took his thumb and fore-finger and tried to get ahold of his tiny penis. But, no matter what he did, he couldn't manage to grab it that way. Finally he just started rubbing it with his palm.

"No, use your fingers, you have 40 seconds," Dianne laughed.

His face turning red, John began rubbing the tiny shaft with the pads of his fingers. It felt good, but not near as good as having it between his thumb and fingers. He rubbed as fast as he dared. So fast the fabric began getting hot. And, before he could shoot his load, he hat to take his fingers away because the heat was beginning to hurt his dickette.

"20 Seconds. You'd better get back to work," Dianne said.

John put his fingers back to his still very hard peter. He looked at the couple as he began rubbing again and saw Dianne had her hand inside Bill's pants, through the zipper opening. He hadn't heard it being unzipped, so he wondered just how long she'd had her hand in there. Bill had his hand under Dianne's dress. It was obvious they were playing with each others sex. That explained the redness of their faces. John had initially thought it was because they were that pissed at him.

Just after Dianne said 'Times up! You loose!,' John shot his load. It was a lot for him, though not as much as normal men. Tears came to the whimpy husband's eyes at Dianne's words. He had no idea what the pentalty would be, but he was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Move your hand to your side, Sissy-Boy," She said.

John did as instructed. Dianne leaned over to Bill and whispered something in his ear. John saw him smile and move his hand from under her dress. She too removed her hand from Bill's trousers and stood.

"Dianne, please," John cried. "I was so close.

"Sorry," Dianne replied. "You've got to learn that a deal is a deal. Now for you to receive my part of the punishment, spread your legs."

John once again did as instructed. And, almost faster than john could see Diann spun around and brought her fist up into his groin! He'd been expecting her to kick him there, so the fist came as a complete surprise.

The pain registered in his brain before it reached his balls. But all too soon he was bent over and falling on the floor. Neither tried to stop him. But, once he'd hit the ground moaning and grabbing his manhood, he heard Dianne, "We don't want to see you playing with yourself anymore Sissy-Boy. Get your hands away from that useless thing."

It took all of John's concentration, but he managed to move his hands away from his throbbing balls. The pain was the worst he'd ever experienced and concentration was hard.

""Now, get up off the floor, whimp," Dianne snarled. "There can't be that much pain. Afterall, there's not much there." Slowly John got to his feet. The pain was subsiding. Afraid of what might happen if he didn't stand straight, he managed to do so without being told.

The stories are growing to where E-Mail is no more an effective way to communicate. So I decided to put the short stories here on my blog.

Please remember that these are fantisies! I in no way advocate abuse of ANY underage child in ANY way. I strongly believe only consenting ADULTS should ever engage in any sexual activity! Please keep this in mind when reading.

Practice 

You come into my bedroom and gently begin kissing my face. As I awake, I can smell the strong scent of cum on your breath. I open my eyes and see cum all over your face! "You really need yo learn to take all your Daddy's cum in your mouth and swallow it sweetheart," I say as I begin licking your face clean.

"That's what Daddy said," you reply. "In fact, he said I really need to practice so I can take his cock - that's what he called it - all the way down my throat! He said he wants me to be able to do that by this weekend. He's invited some friends over for a cocktail party and he said he wants me to be able so show all of the guys a really good time! I want to do as Daddy says, Mommy, but I'm scared! And, it's only 3 days before the party!!! What am I going to do - he's so big?"

"Sounds like I'll be busy, too," I reply. "Both with the guys and the party. And, as for the practice - well, you'll practice on me, of course. But first, draw my bubble bath and bring me my coffee."

You instantly stand, curtsy cutely, and go about the chores I've given you. I notice you chose the very short light yellow sissy dress with at least three petticoats and the sheer white panties with lace all over the butt. 'No wonder your Daddy wanted a blow job before going to work,' I think to myself.

Two hours later, with the bath, breakfast, and me getting made up and dressed, you're serving me my third cup of coffee in the dining room. You notice something on the table that isn't something you recognize. When you ask about it I tell you to raise your skirt and petticoats and lower your panties until your sissy clitty is plainly visible. As I begin putting the device on your little penis, I explain, "This is called a cock cage, sweetheart. It prevents a man's cock, or a sissy's clit, in your case, from getting hard. You'll wear it until the party."

You begin whimpering, and your eyes tear up. But, you know better than to try to make me stop. "Don't be sad, sweety," I begin explaining. "The one true way a cute sissy like you shows everyone she's enjoying herself is when her sissy clitty shoots its juices. If it's caged up for three days, you should have a very massive orgasm the first time. And, you might even have multiple orgasms throughout the day! Think of how proud your Daddy, and I will be!" You smile at the thought of pleasing both of us and the tears immediately disappear.

With your panties still don, and your skirts still held up, I have you turn your back to me and bend over. You squirm a bit as you feel my slickened fingers enter your sissy pussy. "I'm sure the guys are going to want to do more to you than just shove their cocks down your throat, dear. So we have to get the other side prepared as well." You feel something entering your backside. At first you think it is me, but quickly realize that's not the case. As I slowly push it in, the item stretches you open more and more. And, just about the time the pain is becoming too sharp to bear, your sissy pussy muscles slam back to an almost normal position.

"This is called a butt plug, sweetheart. It will help you get used to having something in your sissy pussy at the same time as there's something in your throat!" When I turn on the vibrator in the butt plug you let out an excited squeal and grab your butt. "Yes dear, there's a vibrator in the butt plug. It will help your muscles relax a bit, and add a bit of excitement at the same time! Now, pull those cute panties up and turn around."

As you turn to face me I continue, "There's a number of things you'll have to overcome in just three short days. First is the gag reflex. It's natural for your body to want to force out a foreign object from your throat - that's what the gag reflex does. It will take some time, but with practice, you'll learn to overcome it. Second is another natural reflex - to get whatever/whoever is invading you away from you. You'll need to keep your arms behind you, holding your hands together. That should help prevent that. And finally, you need to learn how to breath with a large sausage going in and out of your throat. You'll have to take quick gulps when the man's cock is out of your throat. When you feel it pulsating, like he's ready to cum, make sure to take a deep breath. You'll not know if he's going to shove his cock deep into your throat to shoot his juices, or pull out to leave it in your mouth or on your face. You need to have a lot of air in your lungs just in case."

I stand, raise my skirt, and lower my panties. My sissy clit isn't as big as Daddy's, but you realize it will still take some work to get it down your throat. "Bend over at the waist dear and open your mouth wide."

As you comply I place my hands on the back of your head. You tense slightly, anticipating what's to come. I place the head of my hard member into your mouth and you naturally start sucking on it - almost like it was a passifier. I almost loose my control as the intense feeling of your mouth sharpens. But, remembering the task at hand, I maintain control. I gently pull your head deeper onto my hard sissy clit until I feel you starting to gag. When you do, I pull out slightly until the reflex subsides and immediately push in a bit deeper. I see you are holding your hands tightly together, trying to keep from pushing me away.

"Relax dear. I'll not hurt you," I say soothingly. I see you relax a bit. Even the muscles in your throat seem to relax a bit. Wanting to take advantage of your semicalm state I say, "Take a breath sweetheart." As soon as you do I push myself into your throat deeper - until the head is fully past the back of your mouth and in your tight, wet throat. I feel you begin to gag, but instead of pulling out, this time I hold upir face in place. And,as I'd hoped, your gagging ceases.

I begin to slowly move in and out of your throat going slightly deeper each time. You quickly develop a breathing pattern so you won't pass out. When I've invaded your throat with about half my sex, I turn the vibrator in your butt plug to max. I hear what would probably have been a squeal if your throat wasn't full and feel you involuntarily move forward on mt sissy clit. About 3/4 of me is now inside you.

Leaving the vibrator on maximum I pull your face toward my crotch until I feel your cute nose pressing against me. My jewels swing forward gently slapping you on your chin. I pull out until only the head is in your mouth and then pull you back until I feel your face against my crotch - slowly at first, but increasing the speed as I begin feeling the stirings of an orgasm beginning.

When my member begins pulsating and my breath begins coming much quicker I vaguely feel you take that deep breath I told you about. And, as the orgasm grips me, I pull your face hard to my crotch - depositing my sissy load deep in your throat!

Spent, I fall back into the chair and release your head. You fall into a heap on the floor between my legs. When you look up at me you have a smile on your face - you know you've done it! Your face is wet from tears - both of joy and the reaction of having something shoved down your throat. I gently smile and wipe away some of the tears.

When I turn off the vibrator I see s slight frown come across your face. But, there's also a look of relief. "My peepee hurts, Mommy," you say. "It tried to get hard, but the cage wouldn't let it. Please take it off, Mommy!"

"Sorry sweety, I can't do that. I want you full of your sexy juices for the party. But, as a reward for your good work you can take a short nap before lunch. We'll practice again this afternoon. And tomorrow I want you to practice taking me down your throat by yourself with no help from me. And remember practice makes perfect!"

Chapter 3

As luck would have It I was close to the door when the bellrang.  Taking a few small steps, I was atthe door and opened it.  Before me wastwo well built men.  I stepped back tolet them into the house, putting my arms behind my back as they walked in.  The taller one stepped in front of me whilethe shorter went to my back.  I put myarms around the man in front of me and began kissing him deeply, as He hadordered.  Our tongues intertwined as hepressed his longish tongue deeper into my mouth.  His hands immediately went to the hem of myshort skirt.  He ran his hands up theback of my thighs and grabbed my ass cheeks. Then he pushed my crotch hard against his.  I felt a large – though not as large as His –pressing back against me.

The man at my back ran his hands from my waist up to mythinly covered tits and began massaging them. He nibbles on my ears and kissed the nap of my neck.  I shivered with excitement as the two men mademy passion grow – and my little ‘clitty,’ too.

As if on cue, the two stepped back.  I took the bottom hem of the taller man’sT-shirt and pulled it over his head.  Hischest had a massive amount of hair!  Atongue could get tangled up in all that, I thought excitedly.  He was well tanned and muscular.  So muscular it seemed he could easily breakme if he so wished.  Licking my lips, Ilooked down at his shorts.  I unzippedthe fly and loosened the button holding them in place.  The shorts fell to his ankles.  Before me was a wonderfully hard cock encasedin tight blue material.  The outline ofthe veins of his cock was clearly visible. Involuntarily, I ran my hand over the thin material.  The cock jumped slightly to my touch, and theballs rolled.  Again, I licked my lips.

I turned to the man behind me and removed his clothing as Ihad done with the first.  He had littlehair on his body, but his package was bigger – Thicker, but not as long.  And his Speedos were dark green.  The tight shorts were every bit as revealingas the other mans, and it made me quiver with anticipation.

I turned to escort the two men to the patio to see that Hehad been recording the encounter.  I feltdeeply embarrassed that He would take such advantage of me, but excited at thesame time.  He was still recording as thetwo men and I approached Him.

“You were right,” the shorter man commented.  “She’s one sexy bitch.”  His hand reached under my skirt and squeezedmy taunt ass cheek.  I almost tripped atthe unexpected touch, but somehow managed to keep my balance.

Remembering what He had told me during His instructions, Idiverted my eyes to His Speedos.  For thefirst time I realized the white shorts He had chosen were actually almostinvisible.  I wanted to go over to Himand pull the thin cloth down and just swallow His entire cock in one gulp.  But, I knew I had to wait.

As the first two guests settled in the lounge chairs, I goteach a beer.  And, as I handed each theirbeer, they reached up my skirt and rubbed my ‘clitty.’  Again, I shivered.  I could already tell today was going to beextreme torture for me.

In short order all twelve guests had arrived.  I noticed all wore different coloredSpeedos.  But, all were tight andemphasized their sexual organs.  By thetime they all had arrived, my crotch was damp from my precum.  He normally would have made me go to my roomto change panties, but when one of the guests commented about my moistness, hesmiled and said, “Oh, she’ll be much wetter down there before the day isover.  I shivered at the thought, andblushed in embarrassment.

“Gentlemen,” He shouted. “I have a few rules for today.  Atthe beginning my pet is totally available for fondling only – and that onlythrough her clothes.  You may run yourhands up her skirt, but not under her panties, or bra.  Trust me, that will come later – and so muchmore.

“You may have her touch your cock and balls through yourbriefs, but she’s not allowed to reach inside your Speedos – not yet.  Kissing and sucking of her body parts is alsoacceptable – except for her crotch – that’s not allowed at any time.

“You all participated in various pools for this game.  My pet will provide the winners with variousprizes as the pools are decided.  Trustme, all of us will end up enjoying her in so many ways before the evening isover.”

I stood there listening to Him.  He kept calling me His pet.  Pets were something you trained and punishedwhen they didn’t do as you expected.  Youdominated pets!  That was what I was toHim now – a pet.

It was strange.  Ishould feel totally insulted.  I shouldhave put down the beers in my hands, taken off the hobbling heels, and walkedout of the house.  But, I didn’t.  In fact, the thought of being His pet, of Himusing me as He wished only excited me all the more.  Ad, while I didn’t know just where all thiswould go, I was at least willing to begin the journey – starting with all thatwould happen today.

All the guys were watching the pregame.  I was busy serving them beer and snacks.  The steaks were for half time – as well as a‘special’ performance by me – I had no idea what that was.  All the guys seemed to take extreme pleasurein running their hands up my skirt.  Mylittle cock would always jerk at this. Many times I would stand straight after putting down a plate, or beerbottle down only to have one of them behind me, grabbing my tits and kissingthe nap of my neck.  Some reached up andtweaked my nipples, others sucked them into their mouth through the thinmaterial of my tank top and bra.  Theywould even kiss my bare midriff and tongue my belly button.  And, while some of this was painful, it allkept me on the verge of filling my panties with my own cum.

As is usual with the drinking of beer, the guys soon had totake a piss.  That’s when He informed methat, as the hostess, I was expected to accompany the men to the bathroom, takeout their cocks for them, hold their cocks as they pissed and suck the lastcouple of drops out of their cocks when they were finished.  I would not be allowed to suck them off asthat those type of actions would be done on the patio where all could see.  And, after putting their cocks back in theirSpeedos, I would return with them to the patio.

He also informed the guests that they were not to force meto suck them off, nor were they to make me take their entire load of piss.  I was allowed to only take the last fewdrops, and could only have the head of their cock in my mouth.  This was not a golden showers party, hereminded them.

This demand from Him posed a few problems.  First, I really wasn’t into golden showers–so His reminder to the guests was a relief to me.  I’d never had a cock in my mouth just afterthey had finished pissing.  I did know –from my own experience – that there was always a few drops left in thesosk.  That’s why men shook their cockswhen they were done.  I wondered if Icould stand even that little taste of another persons piss.

And, the thought of having a cock head in my mouth yet notsucking it off?  That would be sheartorture for me right now.  I had spentthe last hour or so looking at semierect cocks hidden only by very shear cloth,and now I would have to hold them in my hand, put the head in my mouth, suckonly so slightly, and then quit!?!

I was already at a point where it was an effort not to pulldown someone’s briefs and suck in their hardening cock.  I wanted to feel someone’s – anyone’s – cockin my mouth and throat.  I wanted totaste their cum.  But, I was sure Healready knew that.  This, as well as theentire day, was training for me, His pet. I was to comply, no matter how frustrated I became.

I found the bathroom ordeal was just as hard for the guys asit was for me.  All wanted to have mesuck them off.  Some told me they reallywanted to loosen all their piss on me, and in my mouth.  Some, when I took the head of their cock I mymouth, began to shove it deeper.  Most ofthe time even I wanted to suck the entire cock into my throat. But, we  all stopped. Everyone abided by His rules.

The exception was when I had to accompany Him to thebathroom.  I, and I’m sure even theguests, expected Him to fuck my face stupid! And, when I took His cock head into my mouth He did push it halfway downmy throat.  I opened up, waiting for Himto push it down to the root.  Instead, Hepulled out, smiled and said, “Frustrating, isn’t it.”

I also discovered the taste of a few drops of piss wasn’t asbad as I’d expected.  All tasted a bitdifferent, some very salty, some almost like water.  But, with it only being a few drops, none wasoverpoweringly sickening.

When the game finally started He informed me that I was tobegin bending over and kissing the men’s cocks through their briefs when Iserved them anything.  So, now I hadanother torture to endure.  I was goingto have cocks close enough to smell their odor, yet I could not put them in mymouth.  I could not believe what Hewanted me to endure.

Somehow I endured. And, so did His guests.  I couldtell they were becoming sexually frustrated as well.  Here I was caressing their cloth coveredcocks, kissing them, holding them when they pissed, and even putting the headof their cocks in my mouth.  Yet, no onewas cumming!  I was becoming reallyafraid that one or more of them, or even myself, would just do it!  One of them would shove his cock down mythroat and fuck my face until he filled my stomach with his jism.   And, I would LOVE it!  But, all of us somehow managed to keep a gripon our passions.

At the end of the first quarter He examined some papers hehad at the barbeque.  “Let’s see,”  He said. “Dark Orange and Light Violet each get a blow job.  And Dark Red gets to fuck my pets face.”  He looked at the men that were wearing thecolors He called out, smiling.  “The blowjobs first.”

Without thinking, I looked at His face.  I immediately remembered that wasn’t allowedtoday.  I looked down at His White Speedos,hoping He hadn’t noticed.  But, He cameover to me and whispered in my ear, “Do you really want to be punished for notfollowing the rules?  I’ll let this oneslip pass.  But, you fail to follow therules again, and you’ll feel the full wrath of my anger.”  I cringed. I simply could’t imagine what He might do if I angered Him again byfailing to follow the rules.  I knew Ihad to watch myself – I honestly didn’t want to know what sort of punishment Hemight think up for another infraction.

Smiling, He looked at the men.  “I think Orange should get to go first.  Pet, get in front of the big screen,sideways, so all the guys can watch you suck him off.  And, make sure you swallow all but the lastmouth full.”

The man in the light orange Speedos, smiling widely, movedup to stand in front of me.  Keeping myeyes on his crotch, I caressed his balls with both hands.  I closed my eyes, put one of my arms aroundhis neck, and kissed him deeply as my other hand caressed his manhood.  With eyes still closed, I licked my way downhis body, my hands slowly pealing off the thin material from his hardeningmember.

I began licking between his balls and his ass crack.  That sensitive spot so many people forgetabout.  His cock jumped, almost touchinghis stomach.  I continued up between hisballs, moving to take each into my mouth. I gently sucked the tender jewels and licked them all over with mytongue.  Then I licked my way up his overhard pole, on the back side, where the vein runs.  I heard his breathing becoming faster andfelt his cock pulsate.  Quickly, I tookthe head of his cock into my mouth.  Ihad barely covered his cock head when he started shooting his gigantic load.

I was surprised at the quantity of the jism he was shootingout and almost let some of it get out of my mouth.  But, with more effort on my part, I managedto gulp it down.  It seemed he wouldnever stop cumming!  Shot after shotpounded the back of my mouth.  Gulp aftergulp I swallowed his extreme load.  Ithought I had died and gone to heaven!

My own meager member was aching itself.  And, just as his loads began subsiding, Ishot my own load into my thin panties. But, I had little time to think of the pleasure I just felt.  I had to concentrate on making sure I keptthe last of his load in my mouth, not swallowing it.

Luckily, I managed to time his ejaculations perfectly.  When he had finished, I had a moutfull of histasty jism.  He backed away from my face,still breathing hard, but obviously spent. “Now stand up and open your mouth for the guests,” He told me.

Of course I did as He ordered.  I stood, closing my eyes so I wouldn’taccidently look into any of the men’s faces, and opened my mouth.   After a few seconds of silence, I heard abig round of applause and yelps!  The menapparently appreciated my efforts.  “Nowyou can swallow the last of the cum,” He told me.  Greedily I sucked down the last mouthful ofcum from the guest’s cock.  I loved it!

As dark red moved up to the front, He stopped him and askedof me, “Now, you didn’t soil your pretty panties, did you?”  I knew He knew that I had, but that He wasexpecting me to admit to all those present that I had cum simply by sucking ofone of the guests.  The amazing thing wasthat my ‘clitty’ was still hard!

I lowered my face, and only then did I open my eyes.  I looked until I saw His white Speedo’s and,face reddened, I meekly said, “Yes Sir, I’m afraid I have.”  His cock seemed to twitch a bit at my admission.  It seemed that all this sexual tension wasgetting to Him as well.

“Then, take them off and put them in your mouth,”  He replied. “You’re going to have to give your next blow job with your own cumsoaked panties in your mouth.  And, bequick about it.  I want all the blow jobsdone before the second quarter starts!”

I could feel the stares of the men as I raised my skirt andbegan peeling the tight panties down my legs. My little member jumped and then grew at its new freedom.  I quickly wadded up the panties and put themin my mouth.  Immediately I tasted thesourness of my own cum.  But, again, Ihad little time to savor the taste.  Darkred was finally in front of me and expecting me to take care of his obviouslyalmost unbearable need.

This would be much harder for me.  I couldn’t use my tongue because the pantieskept me from effectively moving it.  I’dhave to depend on my lips and my sucking to get this man off.  And, I had to do it in less than 5minutes!  I got to my knees and pulleddown his briefs.

His cock was wide – wider than His – and about 7 inches long– shorter than His.  Getting the head ofhis cock into my mouth would have been a challenge even if I didn’t have mypanties almost filling my oral cavity. With the panties in place, I wasn’t sure I could actually do it.

This time I started by sucking gently on his head.  I didn’t try to get it into my mouth, notyet.  I was simply trying to get him moreexcited.  And, I seemed to have succeededsomewhat.  He shoved his hips forward,trying to spear my mouth with his rod. But, I had expected that and moved my head back with his movement. 

When he finally stopped trying to impale my mouth with hishard cock, I sucked my way to the bottom edge of his cock head.  I sucked in a part of this very sensitivearea and began nibbling on it with my teeth. He started to jerk, but thought better of it.  But, I did hear him take in a quick deepbreath.  As I was nibbling my way aroundhis cock head, I managed to get the tip of my tongue to where I could use it torub against the inside of the hood.  And,already his breaths were coming faster and harder.  I moved my tongue the very small amount thepanties allowed and continued gently sucking and nibbling and was soon rewardedwith the sound of him breathing harder and faster.  I knew he was about to shoot his load.

The problem of the panties filling my mouth came to my mindat this point.  I decided that, no matterwhat, I would get this wide head into my mouth! I moved my lips back to the top of his cock head, opened wide and shovedhard against the head of his cock.  I wasrewarded by feeling the edges of his hood pass my lips.  But, the panties were dangerously close tobeing forced down my throat.  All I coulddo was suck on his cock head and move my tongue slightly over the bottom of hishood.

I had to time his hip thrusts carefully, not allowing him topush the panties any further into my throat, yet keeping his cock head in mymouth.  I almost lost his cock a fewtimes, but managed to hang in there. Soon I was rewarded, once again, with the feel of a man’s cock pulsingin my mouth.

I couldn’t feel his cum as it was being soaked up by thepanties.  But, I did notice a change inthe taste as his cum mixed with mine.  Isavored the new taste. Then I realized I would have to rely on him to removehis cock when he was finished shooting all of his load into my panty filledmouth.  I thought I heard His quietvoice, but wasn’t sure.

I felt his hands press against my forehead.  I was sure he wasn’t done shooting off, buthe was forcing my mouth off his pulsating cock. As the suction of my mouth popped loose, I felt the hotness of jismhitting my face.  He removed his handsfrom my head. And I simply sat there.  Overand over I felt the hot juice as it sprayed my cheeks, my nose, even myeyelids.  Finally, there was no more searingshots of cum hitting my face.  And, stillI sat there, unsure what to do next.

“Get up, Pet,” He said. And I finally stood, being careful not to look Him in the face.  Instead, my eyes stayed glued to His whiteSpeedos.  But, as I rose my short 5 inchmember ‘s head ran against the material of my skirt.  I took in a deep breath.  It was now free and still very hard.  The feel of the fine material felt eroticagainst my little thing.

“You did very well, Pet,” He announced.  “Eight minutes and two men’s cocks havecum!  We’ll wait for the face fuck –probably after the game.  That way thecum on your face will have time to dry. It would be a shame if you smeared someone else’s cum on him now, wouldn’tit.

“And, for your very good work, I have a little prize foryou.”  He moved towards me.  I could see He had His hands behind Hisback.  But, as He neared, I closed my eyes,knowing I would not be able to keep myself from looking Him in the faceotherwise.

I felt Him raise my skirt hem.  He placed something soft around the middle ofmy little ‘clitty’ and let it drop.  Itreally wasn’t all that heavy, but the tug still surprised me.  And the tinkling of the bells surprised me,too.  The guests began chuckling at thesound.  As He stepped away he said, “Openyour eyes, Pet.  Walk for us a bit, so wecan hear your ‘music.”

I meekly complied taking a few steps towards the crowd.  The bells chimed with each step and bouncedoff my inner thighs, ringing all the more. The very bottom one was only about two inches above my knees, so I knewthey were plainly visible to our guests. 

When I was only a couple of feet from the guests He orderedme to stop and to spread my legs.  I didas instructed, but the bells continued ringing for a few seconds even after Ihad stopped walking.   “Now, Pet, makethe bells ring without touching them,” He commanded.

I knew what He wanted.  He wanted me to make the bells ring only byexercising my sex ‘muscles.’  The guestshad grown quiet, waiting for my simple, short concert.  With a deeply reddened face, I made my shortmember move upwards.  The bells chimedmerrily, and the guests roared in laughter.

“Very good,” He commented. “Now take the panties out of your mouth and get back to work.  The second quarter is starting.

“Oh yes, gentlemen. My Pet will now kiss your cocks – through your Speedos, of course – eachtime she serves you a snack, or beer.  Ofcourse the men that got the blow jobs will remain nude.  And, since my Pet has been so intimate withthem, she will kiss the head of their cocks!” I took the cum and saliva soaked panties out of my mouth as I listenedto what He was telling the men.

‘More torture,’ I thought. ‘Torturous for both me and them. ‘ I knew this would seem to be one of the longest games in history to allof us.

Chapter 2

He gave me the light, but bulky stuff.  The things I’d have to wrap my arms aroundand press to my chest.  Of course, thisallowed the wind to play with my skirt. The breeze blew it up, and down as if it were a large leaf in an autumnwind.  The short steps I had to take madethe show for the neighbor last much longer than normal.  Though it was embarrassing, the show wasturning me on.  I found myself stickingmy ass out further than was necessary, just to make sure the neighbor got agood look at my lacy ass.

In all, I made three trips. My Lover carried all the heavy things, the beer, the case of steaks, theextra lounge chairs.  I was somewhatdisappointed that He hadn’t greeted me with even a kiss.  But, the show I was putting on helped some.  Finally, on my fourth trip to the car Hegrabbed me.  “Let’s give that old fart agood show,” He smiled.   His armsencircled me, pulling my head To His, and He kissed me deeply. 

I felt his hands make their way down the middle of my backto my butt.  As we kissed, He pulled mycrotch hard against His.  I could feelHis hard cock pressing against my hairless, pantied crotch.  His hands worked my skirt up and made theirway into my panties.  I wanted to makeHim stop, yet I wanted Him to continue. And, I knew it would do no good to protest.

He massaged my butt cheeks as He pushed His tongue deeplyinto my mouth.  I was in Heaven.  Hoping He would push against my shoulders –the signal He wanted me on my knees so I could kiss and suck His wonderfulrod!   I no longer cared that the neighbor waswatching.  I wanted to feel His cock headpass over my deep red lips.  Instead, Hebroke the kiss and, with His hand still in my panties guided me to thehouse.  When we got to the door, Heturned and waved at the neighbor across the street – Smiling.

‘Now,’ I thought as we entered the house.  I just knew He would want to fuck my mouthwith the furry He normally showed.  Ibegan to reach for His cock, only to have Him move my hand away.  “We’ve too much to do right now,” Hecommented.  “Besides, making you waitwill make it all the more exciting when it does happen.”

At His direction, I helped Him get the patio ready for thegame party.  He moved the big screen TVto the entryway and had me set up the lounge chairs for unimpeded view of thescreen.  It was slow going for me in mytall heels, but He was finally satisfied with how things looked.  He asked for a beer, which I got for Him, andleaned against the brick barbeque.  As Istood before Him, His eyes looked me over critically.  I felt somewhat embarrassed, but stood thereas He took in what He saw.

“Prefect,” He commented. “You look the innocent slutty young woman I’d hoped you’d look.”  He took of His T-shirt and shorts.  My heart thumped at the thought I was finallygoing to get my prize.  Again, I wasdisappointed, but only slightly so.  Hewas wearing a pair of tight Speedo briefs under his shorts.  They perfectly showed off his wonderful cockand balls.  I wanted so badly to grab Hispackage, pull down the thin material and kiss His crotch all over.  But, He put His hand up letting me know itwasn’t yet time.  So, I stood therewaiting for Him to continue.

“About a month ago I found out some of my friends knew allabout you,” He began.  “I’m still notsure how they figured it out, but they did. They asked a lot of questions about you and our relationship.  Discovering that you did whatever I wishedand that you loved having my cock shoved deep down your throat seemed to excitethem a lot!

That others knew about my fixation with His cock deep in mythroat embarrassed me to no end.  But,there was also that tingly feeling of excitement – sexual excitement.

“They asked if you liked the taste of my cum,” He wenton.  “If you swallowed, and even if youtook it up the ass. “  His crude wordsmade my embarrassment – and excitement – grow even deeper.  “They even asked if you would cum during oursexual escapades, and whether you had to beat off, or could cum without yourlittle thing being touched.

“I considered telling them that it was none of theirbusiness, and even said so at the beginning. But, they persisted in their questions. Finally, I told them what they wanted to know.  I answered their every question.  Even the size of your little dickie, how muchyou cum when you do.  I told themeverything they wanted to know!”

I was devastated.  Hehad told His friends about me!  I couldonly imagine what sort of other questions they might have asked.  They knew almost as much about me as He did.  But, it was His right.  I belonged to Him.  Long ago I gave myself to Him body andsoul.  He allowed me to be the ‘woman’I’d always wanted to be.  Because ofthat, because I was to always be dressed as a woman – but only in the clothesHe chose – I totally accepted His domination over me.  The simple truth was I would do absolutelyanything He wanted, no matter what it was.

“You have a choice today. You can either go to your room, as you usually do, and stay there untilthe party is over.  Or you can be thehostess with all that’s going to involve.

“If you go to your room, I’ll know you have chosen to beyour own person.  And, even though I’llallow you to stay here – and even have sex with you periodically – we’ll bothbe allowed to come and go as we please.

“If you choose to be the hostess of this party, it will tellme that you have given yourself to me totally. That you’ll accept whatever I choose for you.  That you are truly mine to do with as I please.  The choice is yours.”

He stood there waiting for my answer.  There was a slight smile on His face.  He already knew the answer, but wanted tohear me come out and say it.

My eyes teared over and my voice squeaked as Ianswered.  “I’ll gladly and willingly bethe hostess of your party.  I’ll dowhatever you wish today and forever.”

His smile broadened. “After answering their questions my friends wanted to know if I waswilling to share your talents.  I thoughtabout that for some time, but decided to put you in the situation where you hadto make the choice.  I knew you wouldwear the clothes I got you for this party, and I was relatively sure you woulddeclare your submission to me.  But, Iwanted to actually hear it from you.  Nowthat you have said what I knew you would, I’ll let you know just what I expectfrom you today.

“There will be about a dozen men coming over starting inabout an hour.  You will be waiting forthem at the door.  You will greet themwith an intimate kiss – just as you greet me. And, you will allow them to touch you where they wish.

“All of them will be wearing T-shirts and shorts.   After your greeting, you will take off theirshirts and shorts.   You’ll notice eachwill be wearing Speedo’s similar to mine. For the remainder of the day, you will look there when you talk with anyof us. “

He was smiling as His eyes caressed my body.  “Just think of all those cum filled balls andcocks you’ll be constantly looking at.”

Involuntarily, my eyes went to His crotch.  The tight cloth did little to hide Hiswonderful cock and balls.  I could almostsmell his scent and taste the intimate skin of His sex.  I shivered at the thought of His and a dozenother hard cocks I’d be seeing through the tight trunks.

“In the mean time,” He continued, “I want you to practicewalking in your heels.  I don’t want youfalling, or tripping in them today.  I’vea lot of work here and will be busy getting the food and stuff ready for theguys.”  I came out of my trance and,after giving Him a sheepish grin, I started walking.  I walked between the front door and the patiodoor.  It was a fairly straight walk,with a couple of steps just before the patio door.

After only a few minutes my calves and thighs wereaching.  My butt cheeks felt as if therewere innumerable knots in them.  Heallowed me a short break, but all too shortly I was back to walking.

It seemed all to soon that the door bell rang.  “It’s time, He said as I walked to the door.

 This is a little something I'm writing for a friend.  This chapter sorta sets the stage, so to speak.  I do hope he likes it, and all of you that may end up reading it, too!

 Lilly-b

Chapter 1

I looked atmyself in the mirror.  My light brunettehair was pulled to the sides in curly pig tails, my bangs sweeping to the leftjust above the eyebrows.  I'd plucked mybrows to an arc ending just beyond my eyelids. My lashes swept up - a dark brown, almost black.  They were carefully seperated and amplifiedthe blue hues of my eyelids.  The makeupI'd chosen was slightly lighter than the natural color of my face, with aslight blush at the cheeks.  My lips werepainted a fiery red, perfectly matching my finger and toe nails.  He had selected a flimsy white lace bra tohold my B size breasts in place.  Thematching bikini style panties held my 'clitty' firmly between my legs.

I picked up thelight pink tank top from the bed and wiggled it in place.  The bottom hem was two inches above my bellybutton and the light cotton hugged my every curve.  Next, I stepped into the black miniskirt.   The waist fit tightly just above my hips,with the hem falling only a couple of inches below my crotch.  It was full cut so that any breese would liftit, exposing my butt cheeks, or crotch to anyone that might be looking.

I sat onthe edgeof the bed and slipped my feet into the shiney black five and a half inchsandle heels.  The straps criss crossedthe tops of my feet and finally encircled my ankles, ending in three buckles tohold the tortorous heels in place.  I'dnever worn heels so high.  Four and ahalf inches had been my limit to this point. But, He insisted I wear them on this special day.

Carefully, I gotto my feet and, taking short steps, moved to the full length mirror again.  Before me was this 'knock me down and fuckme' brunette.  The lacy cups of the brawere just visible outside the edge of the tank top.  My taunt midriff was bre for all to see.  And, the legs - well, the legs went onforever!  Of course, the fact my skirtbarely went past my crotch added to the illusion I was a leggy slut!  But, I noted with a slight grin, it was stilleffective.

I turned slightlyto see how I looked from the side, and back. My calfs and thighs were taunt from the height of the heels.  I lnew I'd be getting a charley horse, or twobefore the night was finished.  But, thenagain, I thought, that would probably be the least of my worries.

Because I had tostick my butt out to help maintain my balance in the monster heels, I wasshocked to see that the bottom of my butt cheeks were plainly viible with mesimply standing there!  Sexy from thefront - slutty from the back.  I was surethat was exactly what He had wanted when He picked out this outfit for me.

I glced at theclock and realized He would be home soon! I had to hurry and get down stairs. He expected me to be standing at the door waiting for Him when He gothome.  I stopped midway across the roomand moved toward my vanity.  Picking pthe spray bottle of Channel, I placed a light mist of it on my cleavage andplaced a bit behind my ears and on my wrists.

The added inchwas harder to get used to than I had anticipated.  I quickly learned that I would not be movingquickly anywhere.  I had to take smallsteps, or face the very real possibility of falling.  I thanked the gods for the banister as I mademy way down stairs to wait at the front door for Him.

As I waited, Ibegan thinking about what this day was about. He had told me two weeks ago that He had decided to have a barbeque thisvery Sunday for the Big football game on TV. Usually, when He palnned these things, I wasn't invited.  'It's a man thing,' He would say.  'Sissies aren't invited.'  I would have to stay in the room while He andhis male friiends ate steaks and drank beer . They'd spend hours there after the game, going over palys they'd seen.  And, of course, gettin gdrunker anddrunker.  Once they all had finally left,I would be allowed to come out of the room and clean up the mess.  But, I didn't mind.  Afterall, He enjoyed it, and that was whatcounted.

This time,however, He told me I would be the 'hostess!' While He would do the cooking, I was expected to serve the guys theirsteaks, and fetch them their beer whenever they needed one.  I would be expected to be 'johnny on thespot' for whatever they needed.

I was shocked atHis plans.  I had always been His littlesecret.  I was His little cum slutsissy.  He insisted that I always bedressed as a girl.  I didn't mind this atall, in fact that was one of the first things that attracted me to Him.  And, I was expected to meet Him at the doorwhen He got home from work.  He'd kiss medeeply and gently shove me to my knees. Then, He would ram his cock deep into my throat - so deeply I could feelhis pubic hairs against my nose.  Hewould shove it in and out, in and out. Grabbing my wrists in one of His monster hands if I dared to try to keepHim from having His way with me.  He'dshoot his load into my stomch, always saving the last couple of squirts for mymouth.

But, He wouldcarress me afterwards.  And, reward mewith His deep kiss - a 'sharing of His manhood,' He called it.  And, always, without fail, my little 'clitty'would shoot its own meager load!  I wouldhave to excuse myself to change and lick my panties clean - something Heinsisted on.  But, now He was going todisplay me to His frineds.  And, in thisoutfit, display was a very appropriate term.

I wasn't entirelysure what He expected of me today.  And,that worried me somewhat.  To be therefor whatever they needed could mean o many different things.  And, He'd insisted I give myself a thoroughenema this morning.  That usually meantHe and I were going to have some heavy 'missionary' sex.  But, most of the time He got drunk enough toonly want me to suck Him off - if even that. And the outfit showed much more than was necessary for a hostess.  I was totally unsure of just what the daywould end up bringing my way.  But, I wassure He knew exactly what was to happen. All I could do was hope He would watch over my well being.

My musings werinturrpted by the sound of the car door slamming shut.  My heart thumped harder and my little 'clit'grew hard in anticipation.  But, insteadof coming in and kissing me, He opened the door and shouted, "Come outsideand help me unload the car."

I stood there,totally shocked!  He'd never allowed meto go out the front door in the day time. Now He wanted me to help Him unload the car?  Dressed as I was?  Confusion rattled my brain.

'Maybe I shouldhave had you dye your hair blonde," He said angrily.  "You're sure acting stupid likeone.  Now get a move on, before I spankyour butt!"  I came out of myconfusion and moved, slowly, out the door to the car.  As soon as I got outside the breeze picked upmy skirt and exposed my lacy panties.  Imoved my arms down to put the unrully skirt back in place.

"There'll benone of that," He said.  "Letthe skirt go where it will.  Besides,shortly your arms will be full of stuff and you won't be able to control itanyway!"  I blushed, looked aroundand moved my arms away from the skirt.  Inotced a man about two houses down, across the street, that seemed to be takinga lot of interest in the goings on with my skirt.  But, He offered an arm to help me move a bitfaster.  Of course I accepted and eventhen found it necessary to have both hands on His arm to keep my ballance.  this let my skirt to the descretion of thewind.  And, the wind wanted to be naughtytoday.  My panties were clearly visiblemore than they weren't.  And, the manacross the street seemed to be enjoying the show tremendously!