She turned back. "No, I think I'd better wait for your wife to do that." I was close to breaking out into a cold sweat.
"This will take a few, just try to relax," she said, taking a grip on the dildo in my ass. "believe me, you'll feel much better after."
I sighed, breathed heavily as the invader coaxed along me.
"So, it's your wife's first real date," she asked, breaking several minutes of silenced working on my ass, gentle massaging of my prostate.
"Hmmmmdigggnfff," I mumbled, trying to ask how she knew.
"How did I know? It's in your chart, Julie. I read Dr. Nelson's notes on her session with Sara, for some background. Let me think, if I remember this correctly. Married for awhile, unsatisfied, sexually, feeling a desire to spread her wings, become more dominant, going on her first real date. Well, I mean, your wife has fucked other men before, but this is the first real date where you know."
"mmmfff," I said. Men? I shuddered as she pressed the dildo on my prostate. What the fuck was she saying? Men? Fucked other men? Besides Steve? Was she confessing something to me? Or just fucking with me? I started shaking.
She laughed. "Sure, a patient has to give Dr. Nelson a full workup. I'm pretty sure I remember reading about three men she's fucked since she got married. I don't know, maybe not, maybe it was just one, but I was pretty sure the chart mentioned three other partners beside the husband. But you shouldn't worry about who your wife fucked, sissy, you just worry about that cock in your mouth right now."
Men? Beyond Steve? Beyond the guy she'd mentioned that she blew at that wedding? "Mmfffff." Why was she telling me this?
"Hold still," she barked, slapping my ass. "What the fuck? Wait a minute, you knew, right? About the other men?" I shook my head, violently. "Oh, I...I thought...I mean, I assumed...."
What? What!
"Maybe I'm thinking about another patient," she said, lamely, no conviction in her voice.
What was she doing? Thoughts of random men, with Sara, fucking Sara, ran through my mind. A small voice whispered inside me, telling me that Sara had already cheated on me and hadn't told me. Bitch!
Sore. I was getting even more sore. My cock was swelling in the cage, swelling more than it had already. Sara had fucked three men? No...no!
Yes, the voice whispered. Yes, please be true.
True?
Yes, yes, part of me wanted it to be true. I...I actually wanted to hear about it. I wanted her to tell me about it. Dammit, I wanted it to be true. I wanted to know that my wife had been fucking other men. Why? It made me feel inadequate. It humiliated me.
It excited me.
"Like I said, maybe it was a different chart."
No. Please. No. Let it be Sara. My wife. Fucking three other men. I didn't know if she was testing the waters before her date with Steve, teasing me, or confessing. I wanted it to be none of them and all of them.
Fuck, why was she doing this? Teasing me like this. I didn't know. Informing or testing, confessing or teasing.
And I didn't know which I wanted.
"I'm sorry, miss, I don't remember. I don't know if your wife fucked other men or was just getting ready to do it soon." Sara adjusted the angle of the cock in my ass, changed the gentle pressure on my glands. "It's not like you should be concerned about her sexual practices anyway. A cuckoldress' lovers are her business. If she shares details, great, if not, so what's it to a sissy?"
I was starting to feel the room spin. Men. Men. Men. Not just Steve. Men. I don't know if I wanted it to be true, if I wanted her to have fucked other guys already, or if I was shocked and hurt. Was it infidelity?
"Of course, I must have the charts mixed up. You are the fourth sissy I've had to do this for today. Friday's are always busy. Night before date night."
I only moaned again. The torment, the unknowing only driving me more wild. I realized now how bad the pressure was on my cage. How excited her words had gotten me. How humiliating it was.
"I know this, though, sissy," she whispered close to my ear, "it doesn't really matter which chart was yours, if your wife fucked one guy already, or ten, because the future is the same for all of you sissies. A wife who gets cock whenever she wants, from whomever she wants. And none of it from sissy."
"Gmmmfmfff," I moaned into the gag, spit drooling from my mouth.
"It makes you jealous, doesn't it," she whispered, "knowing that your wife is going to fuck a real man tomorrow night. Knowing that she will be spreading her legs to get some cock."
"Mmmmmm."
"Yea, jealous, sissy. Dr. Nelson explained all this to your wife in their session. Don't be too jealous, you will get your turn with a real cock."
"Nnnngggghhhh."
"Yea, you like that thought, don't you? I'll note that for Dr. Nelson. Sissy indicated she wanted real cock. I'm sure your wife will be most interested to know her cuckold husband wants cock. A lot of wives don't believe Dr. Nelson when she tells them how a sissy can be cock trained, I..." she came close to breaking character, to saying she didn't. "The...the wife often has to hear it from the husband to believe it."
"Yes, sissy. I remember your chart now. Your wife wasn't sure at first, if that was a good idea, but Dr. Nelson talked to her about it. About how forcing a sissy cuckold to suck cock can be so powerful for the cuckold and the wife. I know your wife wants that now, she wants to see you suck cock. What do you think about that, sissy," she gasped, shaking the dildo in my ass.
"Just imagine taking a real cock between those pretty lips of yours, sissy. Getting a cock hard for your wife...Sara...right? Getting it hard for Sara, getting a man all fluffed up so he can take her. She wants that so bad, Julie, I know your wife wants to see that so bad, I hope you want it too!"
I was moaning continuously now, meeting the motions of the dildo in my ass, rubbing on my prostate.
"A fluffer, Julie. That's what it's called when a girl gets a man hard for another girl. Do you want to be Sara's fluff girl? Do you want a real cock between those pretty, pouty lips?"
I could feel the dildo massaging my prostate, so enlarged. I could feel the pressure of my swollen cock on the chastity cage, pain. Most of all, I pictured the gag in my mouth to be that of a real cock. As much as I might deny it, as much as it might humiliate me, as much as I might fear it, Sara had me thinking about cock, about sucking a cock, and I couldn't believe it.
"You know that's what Sara wants, sissy. That's what she told Dr. Nelson. Eventually, she's going to ask that of you, so I hope you are ready for it."
Could I do it? Could I? Did I want to?
She whispered in my ear. "Eventually, sissy, your wife's going to want to see you suck a real cock."
I felt it, a quick reminder of what I'd felt at Dr. Nelson's office. The dripping, cum, leaking from my cock, through the cage. It surprised me again, no orgasm coming with it, just the cum. No emotional release, just the release of fluid. No trashing orgasm, just a dribble, as Sara watched, maneuvering the dildo, forcing it all out onto the sheet under me.
It was terrible. I felt the draining, the shrinking, but no release, no orgasm. I still wanted to cum, even though I had. I felt the sexual waves rushing through me, finding no escape. I was on the edge, my libido stronger, finding no relief. Oh my God, this was terrible! My hips kept thrashing, my little cock, trying to fuck the air, chastity and the cage stopping it.
Sara laughed. She actually laughed at me. "The most amazing part of a milking is how horny it leaves you, sissy, desperate, but unsatisfied, libido high, willing to do anything. The perfect slut."
"GGffmmm."
"Don't believe me?" Leaving the dildo in my ass, she reached around me and unbuckled the gag, pulling the short, fat cock out of my mouth. She took the squat dildo and pushed it under her dress, right into her, fucked herself with it, covered herself with it. "Want it back in your mouth, sissy? Want to taste your nurse's sweet taste? Want to lick and taste my pussy on my lover's cock?"
"Yes, yes, please," I begged.
I saw her reach under me, roll the black cock in the puddle of cum under me, suddenly realizing what she had in store for that. "What did I tell you about cleaning up your cum, Julie?"
"Sara," I gasped.
"Nurse, sissy," she said, slapping my ass. "You wife said last time it disgusted you. Do you feel different now? Want it? Want it back in your mouth," she asked, holding the cum covered gag near my mouth, teasing the dildo in my ass with her other hand.
"Do you want it, sissy? Do you want to do it like your wife wants? Licking a cock covered with pussy juices and cum? Can you beg for it?"
"Ohhh, Sara," I moaned breathlessly, "yessss..."
"Open up," she said. I'd protested this for sure before. Now, libido intact, cum crazy, I opened my mouth eagerly so she could shove the cock inside my mouth, so I could suck off that sweet cum. The taste of Sara and cum mixing in my mouth.
Sara pushed the squat gag back into my mouth, the cum all around it attacking my mouth. Even though I'd asked for it, for good measure she buckled the strap back around my hair, holding the cock in my mouth. I felt Sara take hold of the dildo again, maneuvering it again, teasing my prostate again, driving me wild, to a peak of sexual need that would not be satisfied.
"Think about this tomorrow night, sissy, when you wife is out. This is what she wants you to do. Not tomorrow night, but soon, sissy, soon. Sucking the cock that just fucked your wife. Tasting a cock covered in her pussy juices, covered in her lover's cum, knowing how only a true submissive would do this."
I was sucking, swallowing, baby-like in my breathing.
"Oh, that's it, sissy," she said, rubbing the dildo, suddenly smacking my ass with her bare hand, making just a little more cum drip out.
"That's what you want, sissy," a slap after each word.
"Cleaning," smack...
"Up," smack...
"The cum," smack...
"From the men," smack, smack, smack...
"Your," smack...
"Wife," smack...
"Fucks!" A very hard finishing swap on my ass. With this last smack, more cum dribbled out of my caged cock, onto the bed. I was on fire, my cock and balls ached, my mouth was sore, my ass stung, but I was as sexually excited as I'd ever been.
"I'm going to go get your wife now, sissy, I'm sure she is done with the doctor. You can keep sucking on that nice black cock so she can see that you really want to suck cock. She was not sure, but I think you are. I think that it's only a matter of time until she has a cock in between those lips. Weeks, sissy, weeks, and not many weeks at that. Maybe very few."
Sara turned and left the room without another word as I tried to mumble something, anything to her, but couldn't. I couldn't speak, only suck the cock in my mouth, the penis gag invading me, the cum and juices all over me.
Ten minutes later, my jaw sore, Sara came back in, dressed again in the clothes she wore to work. "Oh, Julie, you poor thing, what did that nurse do to you," she asked me. "Oh my, are you gagged? Oh, Julie," she said, concerned, quickly moving over to me. I was still sucking the cock gag, not an iota of sexual energy having left my body. If anything I was even more excited than before I had cum, a true first.
Sara moved again to unbuckle the gag she'd put in my mouth. This time I almost fought her removing it, still trying to suck it. "Julie, my God, this...there is...the nurse wasn't kidding. You were sucking on a penis gag, I'd had no idea how horny this got you." Yea, right, no idea? She knew only all too well.
"Sara," I moaned, barely able to breath.
"Why you little cock sucker. This smells like cum...and pussy. Just what did that nurse do?"
"Oh, Sara," all I could do is moan. She was driving me wild, really, beyond anything I'd ever imagined was possible when she first confronted me about looking at cuckold web sites.
"Well, we can accommodate that for now, at least until you are ready for the real thing," she smiled.
And accommodate she did, strapping on her cock and feeding it to me as I sucked it, the pressure on her pussy bringing her to several orgasms, all while I lay there in a puddle of my own cum, bound to the bed, bound to Sara, enslaved, trapped, feminized, in love.
Part 09
I woke up Saturday morning to Sara's smiling face. Sure, not a bad thing to wake up to, but the reason for her smile, her anticipation, made me pause, sigh, hope.
"I love you," she said, choosing the exact words I needed to hear. I mean, seriously, my wife was going out with another man tonight. She was going to fuck him, and enjoy it in a physical way that she couldn't enjoy with me. That was weighing on my mind, the humiliation/jealousy. But her words put me at ease. "Are you okay? Are you sore?"
Yes, dammit, I was. My little cock was still filling the chastity cage more than I'd wished, pressure pushing on it. I nodded.
"I know love, but it's really best to keep that on you today, especially today. I don't want you thinking with your little dick today, Julie, I want you to think of my pleasure, okay?"
I nodded again. "And I know, Julie, how my little cuckold feels today. You don't want to cum anyway, I know. You want to be excited all day. That's all you need to think about, sweetie. Not this." She flicked my trapped cock. "No, think of me. Think of Steve's cock. You remember it, I know. You remember it inside me. Think of that today, love. It excites you, doesn't it?"
I shook. "Yes, Sara, you...you are right. You know it does," I said, looking at her, my own eyes returning her love.
"Honestly, John," she said, using my male name. "This morning, laying here in bed, is this what you want?"
I nodded.
"Not just the act, but the humiliation too? I hope my words are as...I don't know...appreciated, I guess, as appreciated as my actions."
"Yes, Sara," I blushed.
"Not just me being with another man, but the whole cuckolding thing?"
"Sara, that's what it's all about to me. The humiliation, the submission, not just the sex."
She smiled at me. "That's what I really hope for, lover. I don't want to just go fuck some guy to fuck him. I want to tell you about it. I want to brag about it."
"Yes," I whispered.
"And not just brag, 'hey baby, I slept with some guy' and move on. I want to humiliate you. I don't know why, well, maybe I do, but if I just slept with another man and you didn't care where...like... whatever, well, I'd be disappointed. To me, lover, it's the domination, knowing how much you get off on that. Right?"
Right? Fuck yes, right. That's what I loved about her, she knew. She was perfect for me.
She knew. Of course she knew.
"You don't want me to fuck someone like you, do you? A sissy?"
I actually shuddered at that. A sissy? No, no, not at all. I wanted her to be with a man, a contrast with me. That's what excited me, pushed my buttons. I was her sissy, no one else. For her to be with another sissy -- that would make me jealous in a bad way.
"No, of course you don't, lover. Sissy, sissy, you are my only sissy. Don't worry lover, I know, I know."
"Sara," I started to say, emotions overcoming me.
"Shhh, I know what you want, lover. I know you want a man fucking me. A real man. I know you want me to tell you about him, too, so you know how inadequate you are, and how wonderful he is. I know, lover. I know you want to be my sissy, my lover, my submissive. I want it too, Julie, you don't know how bad."
She moved closer to me, whispering. "Julie, you're my sissy, only you. You're the only one that really makes me happy, the only one I love, that I'll ever love. I want a man's cock because I know you want it too. I want to suck a man's cock cause you do too, don't you?"
She was being deliberately confusing. I wanted her to suck a cock, or I wanted to suck a cock myself?
"Shhh, don't worry lover, I know, I know. I know what you want me to do. I know what you want to do, too. I want it, lover, I want them both."
"Sara, but..." She moved her hand to my mouth, pushed a finger in, like a cock, making me, letting me suck it.
"Juli
e, you know it's inevitable, don't fight it too much. Not yet, but soon. Soon, lover, soon, it will be as real for you as it is for me."
I sucked her finger, her "cock" come to life in flesh in blood through her finger.
"Hmmm, you are such a good girl," she smiled, "but I want some breakfast. Go put on a robe, you slut and let's get some coffee."
I did just that, wrapping my lingerie clad body in a satin robe, almost laughing at the slight bulge from the chastity cage, and joined Sara for breakfast.
We ate. I served, I cleaned up. Sara did not ask me to do this, but it felt natural to serve her, wait on her. "More coffee, Ma'am," I even asked at one point. It was a role that became me.
After I finished putting the dishes in the washer, Sara even commented, "All you need is a uniform to make this perfect, love."
I laughed.
"Hmmm, that would be an amusing sight, wouldn't it, Julie? But I'm only half kidding. What sissy doesn't aspire to be a maid, a French maid, really. Sure, you could do some heavy cleaning in a cotton dress and black tights, hair tied back. But tell me, lover, have you ever pictured yourself in a black satin uniform, with corset, stockings, petticoats? A little cap perched on your head, curtseying for your mistress?"
I blushed. She was right, of course I'd fantasized about that.
A laugh, sarcastic, "of course you have, you are such a sissy. I know all sorts of things you fantasize about." That smile again, that evil knowing smile. "I know what you are probably thinking right now, lover.
Even I didn't know what I was thinking.
She walked closer to me, bent towards my ear, whispered to me, "thinking right now how sexy you would be in a French maid's uniform," she said, licking my ear, "thinking about being called into your employer's study," another lick, my head spun.
"Thinking about being ordered," tongue darting in.
"To kneel before," breathing on my wet ear.
"Your master," licking again as I started to moan.
"And suck his cock."
Why did she do this to me? My knees were knocking again. Again, her teasing about cock. The humiliation. The truth?
I still wanted to scream no, that wasn't what I fantasized about. But I couldn't. As she described the scene, I did picture myself there, in a dark study, on my knees, and...right before she said it, a man popped into my head, into my vision. A man, standing in front of me, as I kneeled, and took out his cock, and sucked it.
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