Weekend guests take control
So .... last night was something unexpected, and a little bit ugly.
You see, i go to work everyday in my "boy" clothes; a suit and tie conceal my panties, bra and cock cage. This is the way it has been for me now since i married my Domme. When i arrive home i am expected to immediately change out of my boy clothes into the appropriate submissive attire. Some times it's sexy lingere or at other times is is a pair of women's jeans and a pink tee. But tonight, just as i was leaving work, i got a text message from my Wife telling me to check in the trunk of the car. When i did i found my pink back pack with an envelope pinned to it with my sissy name on it. i opened it and read the instructions.
i was told to put on what was in the back pack before i walked in the door. She would have a suprise waiting for me. And she reminded me that i should be in "FSM" when i walked in the door. "FSM" was code for "Full Sissy Mode." i was to be humble, crawl through the door on my hands and knees with eyes low and speak in my feminine voice but only when spoken to.
Usually something like this included full make up, wig and wrist & ankle cuffs, but there wasn't any make up in the trunk that i could see. What i did find was a leopard print mid drift top, a pair of daisy duke short shorts, and my ball gag and wrist/ankle restraints - with bells attached to the mini pad locks, and one of my tallest pairs of "fuck me" red pumps.
i pulled into the back corner of a retail chain and began dressing in the car. This wasn't my first "rodeo" and i
was dressed in less than twenty minutes. In my excitement though, i had forgotten i still had a twenty minute ride home, and without my make up, i might not be as passable as i hoped. The fear added to the excitment, and my cock swelled or shrank depending on where my mind was at the time. i drove home slowly. The garage door was already open when i pulled into the driveway, welcoming me home.
"Is that my sissy slut husband i hear crawling into My House?" she said sarcastically. The little bells attached to my wrist & ankle cuffs confirmed what she had to actually see with her own eyes. "Yes Mistress. Your sissy is here as you commanded."
Then i heard HIM. "Good boy."
but the laughter that came from the living room was a combination of my wife's voice and at least one other person.
"We're in here honey."
"We?" i thought.
"Come in here BITCH, let's take a look at ya." The man's voice again. A voice i had never heard before. i did as i was commanded. Even though i am a sissy cuck, and have come to accept(?) my role as her playtoy, this was the first time she had ever exposed me to someone completely new and in such an abrupt manner.
Let me explain. My wife prefers to be with other woman. When she does choose to be with a man, we talk about it before she goes out on her date, or before they make love with me tied in a corner. Often, my wife will contact couples and explain how it is a turn on for her to watch me suck and fluff the bull before she and the man and his woman take my wife off for their orgy of lust. My wife always tells me she loves me and checks with my emotional wellness before she 'closes the deal."
i had no idea what i was coming home to, and i was caught completely off guard. i was feeling very vulnerable and confused.
"Honey, come in here, there are some people i want you to meet."
"Now Bitch!" The man's voice again. "Crawl your ass on in here and let's get a look at ya."
i did as i was told, but i cheated a bit, raising my head enough so i could see what was waiting for me in my own home. In hind site, i wish i hadn't.
i saw my wife totally naked, sitting on the lap of a strange man, one who i had never seen before. He was dressed all in black leather and looked in the candle light, like a young "Terminator." He looked to be in his mid twenties - about have the age of my wife and me. My wife was pawing his chest like a cat in heat, and her smile was beyond any from my memory. She looked like she was in love.
"Sweetie, this is Gregg. You remembere Gregg? I told you about him? He's the one I've been chatting with on line. Seems we have a lot in common. I know you are going to love him too!"
"Too?" i thought.
And this is his slut "surge." She and Gregg will be staying with us for the weekend.
i looked at surge for the first time. Surge was a bald headed flat chested woman with heavy piercings on her pussy lips & tits. Her hands were behind her, but i couldn't tell if she was bound or not. She was however barely in any kind of mental restraint. Her eye make up was very heavy, but it highlighted her eyes which were boring a hole through me like she was going to eat me alive with lust. If it hadn't been for the chain leash attached to her nose ring, i think she would have lunged right at me. But i was drawn back to a gasp which came from my wife sitting on the lap of the young man who now appeared to be in charge of my home.
"My wife was responding to Gregg's hand on one of her big tits. She gasped at times and writhed on his knee. i couldn't help but think she was drunk or something. She was acting so out of character tonight.
"Oh my God..." She whispered. Then she seemed to catch herself. She looked at me with an almost sinster stare. The "I have an idea" stare i had seen many times before. Only this time, it scared me.
"Jasmine sweetie, why you come over here and great Gregg properly. You will call him MISTER GREGG of course, isn't that right Gregg?"
The young master stared at this sissy on his knees a few feet in front of him.
"Fuckin A, that's right." He snarled. i could almost smell my wife's pussy juices from here.
"You understand honey?" She said.
"Yes Mistress." i said sheepishly.
"Good. Of this is going to be fun. And what should my slut call surge Gregg?"
"It shouldn't speak to my property at all. Is THAT clear cock bait?"
"Yes Mr. Gregg. This cock bait understands." Damn my conditioned response training! i thought.
So Gregg, would you like my HUSBAND (my wife really laid it on thick with the word husband) to suck your cock or kiss your boots first before he makes dinner.
My mouth went dry.
A slow grin came across the young blond man's face.
"Suck my cock...BITCH."
.....to be continued.
You see, i go to work everyday in my "boy" clothes; a suit and tie conceal my panties, bra and cock cage. This is the way it has been for me now since i married my Domme. When i arrive home i am expected to immediately change out of my boy clothes into the appropriate submissive attire. Some times it's sexy lingere or at other times is is a pair of women's jeans and a pink tee. But tonight, just as i was leaving work, i got a text message from my Wife telling me to check in the trunk of the car. When i did i found my pink back pack with an envelope pinned to it with my sissy name on it. i opened it and read the instructions.
i was told to put on what was in the back pack before i walked in the door. She would have a suprise waiting for me. And she reminded me that i should be in "FSM" when i walked in the door. "FSM" was code for "Full Sissy Mode." i was to be humble, crawl through the door on my hands and knees with eyes low and speak in my feminine voice but only when spoken to.
Usually something like this included full make up, wig and wrist & ankle cuffs, but there wasn't any make up in the trunk that i could see. What i did find was a leopard print mid drift top, a pair of daisy duke short shorts, and my ball gag and wrist/ankle restraints - with bells attached to the mini pad locks, and one of my tallest pairs of "fuck me" red pumps.
i pulled into the back corner of a retail chain and began dressing in the car. This wasn't my first "rodeo" and i
was dressed in less than twenty minutes. In my excitement though, i had forgotten i still had a twenty minute ride home, and without my make up, i might not be as passable as i hoped. The fear added to the excitment, and my cock swelled or shrank depending on where my mind was at the time. i drove home slowly. The garage door was already open when i pulled into the driveway, welcoming me home.
"Is that my sissy slut husband i hear crawling into My House?" she said sarcastically. The little bells attached to my wrist & ankle cuffs confirmed what she had to actually see with her own eyes. "Yes Mistress. Your sissy is here as you commanded."
Then i heard HIM. "Good boy."
but the laughter that came from the living room was a combination of my wife's voice and at least one other person.
"We're in here honey."
"We?" i thought.
"Come in here BITCH, let's take a look at ya." The man's voice again. A voice i had never heard before. i did as i was commanded. Even though i am a sissy cuck, and have come to accept(?) my role as her playtoy, this was the first time she had ever exposed me to someone completely new and in such an abrupt manner.
Let me explain. My wife prefers to be with other woman. When she does choose to be with a man, we talk about it before she goes out on her date, or before they make love with me tied in a corner. Often, my wife will contact couples and explain how it is a turn on for her to watch me suck and fluff the bull before she and the man and his woman take my wife off for their orgy of lust. My wife always tells me she loves me and checks with my emotional wellness before she 'closes the deal."
i had no idea what i was coming home to, and i was caught completely off guard. i was feeling very vulnerable and confused.
"Honey, come in here, there are some people i want you to meet."
"Now Bitch!" The man's voice again. "Crawl your ass on in here and let's get a look at ya."
i did as i was told, but i cheated a bit, raising my head enough so i could see what was waiting for me in my own home. In hind site, i wish i hadn't.
i saw my wife totally naked, sitting on the lap of a strange man, one who i had never seen before. He was dressed all in black leather and looked in the candle light, like a young "Terminator." He looked to be in his mid twenties - about have the age of my wife and me. My wife was pawing his chest like a cat in heat, and her smile was beyond any from my memory. She looked like she was in love.
"Sweetie, this is Gregg. You remembere Gregg? I told you about him? He's the one I've been chatting with on line. Seems we have a lot in common. I know you are going to love him too!"
"Too?" i thought.
And this is his slut "surge." She and Gregg will be staying with us for the weekend.
i looked at surge for the first time. Surge was a bald headed flat chested woman with heavy piercings on her pussy lips & tits. Her hands were behind her, but i couldn't tell if she was bound or not. She was however barely in any kind of mental restraint. Her eye make up was very heavy, but it highlighted her eyes which were boring a hole through me like she was going to eat me alive with lust. If it hadn't been for the chain leash attached to her nose ring, i think she would have lunged right at me. But i was drawn back to a gasp which came from my wife sitting on the lap of the young man who now appeared to be in charge of my home.
"My wife was responding to Gregg's hand on one of her big tits. She gasped at times and writhed on his knee. i couldn't help but think she was drunk or something. She was acting so out of character tonight.
"Oh my God..." She whispered. Then she seemed to catch herself. She looked at me with an almost sinster stare. The "I have an idea" stare i had seen many times before. Only this time, it scared me.
"Jasmine sweetie, why you come over here and great Gregg properly. You will call him MISTER GREGG of course, isn't that right Gregg?"
The young master stared at this sissy on his knees a few feet in front of him.
"Fuckin A, that's right." He snarled. i could almost smell my wife's pussy juices from here.
"You understand honey?" She said.
"Yes Mistress." i said sheepishly.
"Good. Of this is going to be fun. And what should my slut call surge Gregg?"
"It shouldn't speak to my property at all. Is THAT clear cock bait?"
"Yes Mr. Gregg. This cock bait understands." Damn my conditioned response training! i thought.
So Gregg, would you like my HUSBAND (my wife really laid it on thick with the word husband) to suck your cock or kiss your boots first before he makes dinner.
My mouth went dry.
A slow grin came across the young blond man's face.
"Suck my cock...BITCH."
.....to be continued.
8 years ago