Part Nine
Bill, meanwhile, was having a difficult time trying to explain his way out of an embarrassing situation. “I can’t wear that,” the white husband said in a pleading voice.
“Well, that’s fine. You can leave. We’ll tell your wife you didn’t want her to enjoy herself and that the two of you have to go. Of course, you’ll never be invited back to the club again. Is that what you really want? More importantly, is that what she would want?”
Bill listened to the words his sissy tour guide said and felt himself deflate at the thought of Tammy being angry with him. He found himself feeling very relaxed and calm despite his inner turmoil over the clothing options being offered. And he felt anxiety at the thought of upsetting his beautiful wife. Bill could not justify his anxiety as his mind was slowly and forcibly attempting to calm itself more than anything. The water! Had they put something in the water he’d been given? He knew he should care but somehow the idea of making everyone around him happy was the overwhelming thought in his increasingly cloudy mind.
Bill’s new friend said, “Yeah, you’re looking like you’ve figured it out. Of course, the water is drugged. They want you to be compliant and happy. It’s nothing bad. Just a tiny bit of Molly and X along with a touch of Ativan. It won’t hurt you at all, it’ll just make you more relaxed and accepting. Soon you’ll be eager to please your wife and her many lovers, but for now, you need a little help. Now let’s get you dressed, ok?”
Bill smiled and said, “Yes, I’d like that. Help me pick out something Tammy will like.”
The now mellow white husband happily slipped off his clothing and allowed himself to be dressed in the cuckold uniform of the club. A pair of pink, lace panties and matching pink, satin shorts slipped up his legs and his new friend marveled at how little hair Bill possessed on his legs, buttocks, and crotch. What hair was present was soft blond almost silky hair the likes of which you’d find on an adolescent. Bill was well on his way to being a club cuckold the seasoned sissy thought.
Next, a skin-tight tank top was pulled over Bill’s head and fitted to his thin, feminine form to the thrill of his guide. The top that was chosen had the words, “Sissy in Training” written in flowing pink script across the chest, and the material itself was so sheer as to be see-through. Bill’s nipples pointed out and were clearly visible under his new shirt.
A cute pair of ankle socks with pink pom-poms on the back were put in place and then covered by a pair of bright pink ballet slippers. The finishing touch was a shiny tiara placed on Bill’s head making him look ridiculous in any situation.
Bill posed several times in front of the mirror then said, “Are you sure about this? I feel silly. Won’t everyone laugh at me?”
“Well of course they will. But they’d do that anyway, wouldn’t they? I mean look where you are. You didn’t think you were going to be top dog here, did you? You’d better come to grips with the fact that you are at the very bottom of this enclosed society. You know your wife is here because she can’t find any satisfaction with you in bed, and you’re here because you love her and want her to be happy, right? Well, a big part of that is acknowledging your inferiority. You are nothing compared to the men she’s meeting upstairs. Nothing. You are the joke she can’t stop laughing at. We all are. Every white boy here has the same story. Time for you to get onboard.”
Bill gave one last look at his sissy visage then followed subdued into the next room. Again he found himself in front of a large television where his lovely wife was displayed being vigorously fucked by her new friend, Thomas.
Bill felt his tiny pecker twitch in longing as he watched his bride scream out in the throes of ecstasy. He felt a sudden calm overtake him as he knew deep inside this was for the best. Tammy deserved this. She deserved to be satisfied, and to be honest, he knew he’d never done that for her. Many times he’d rolled off his wife only to hear her sigh and then go into the ensuite to take care of herself. He knew he’d never been good enough for her and watching this display of hardcore porn she was putting on with Thomas, the point was driven home.
Bill stared at the screen and watched as well as listened to his wife beg for more of that big black cock. Thomas was only too happy to oblige, and poor Bill could only watch in horror as this Alpha Man took what was rightfully his by natural selection. For a brief couple of seconds, Thomas looked directly into the camera and into Bill’s soul and smiled. The inferior white boy felt a tear roll down his cheek as his superior smiled then winked at him from another room as he drove his massive cock balls deep into Bill’s more than willing white wife.
Another door opened and Bill was led through to a room filled wall to wall with cleaning supplies, fresh towels, candles, scented lube, and various sex toys. A bored-looking, very fat, black woman sat in a chair in the center of the room and said, “Ok, bitch, you can go now, I got this cuckie.”
With that, Bill’s new friend said, “Yes Miss Sheila” and scurried from the room.
The woman pointed at the floor in front of her and said to Bill, “Kneel here, boy.”
Bill started to complain but with a speed that belied her size, the woman was up and on him in a flash. She grabbed the poor white boy by his miniature package and squeezed his penis and testicles into her ham-sized fist.
“The fuck you doing boy? You don’t fucking speak unless you’re told to. You better learn some respect right fucking now bitch."
Bill gasped out an apology through the tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please stop. You’re killing me.”
The brutish woman laughed and said, “Not yet I ain’t. But you watch you tone mother fucker, or I will fuck up your day right quick.”
She glared at Bill for a beat then released his tiny package and smiled as he fell to the floor. “That’s a good start,” she said as she retook her seat, “Now crawl your ass over here where I told you to kneel.”
The white boy gasped in pain as he dragged himself over to the spot in front of his tormentor and knelt obediently before her.
“Now I know this is not what you expected. Your wife wanted to try something new and you thought you’d be enjoying this party together, right? Well, that’s not how things work here and you need to learn your place right now. You’ve seen how much fun your lovely wife is having with Thomas? Well, do you want to disappoint her boy? Are you confident your marriage can handle your backing out now? Well, leave this room right now and find out. Behind me is a door that leads upstairs to where your wife is. Go through that door and take her home. It’ll be the last time either of you is ever allowed back to this club. If you think you’re man enough to make her forget about the things Thomas is doing for her, go right ahead. But, if you want to save your marriage, and keep your wife happy, you just stay right where you are.”
Bill was startled by this turn of events and part of him wanted to jump up screaming in anger at the whole situation, but the woman’s words rang true to the abused husband. Tammy was enjoying herself immensely, of this there was no denying. And Bill had agreed to come here knowing she may indeed follow through. This was all planned ahead of time, wasn’t it? The scared white boy looked up at the huge black woman who smirked down at him and asked in a timid voice, “What happens now?”
The big woman laughed and said, “Well, now you go back upstairs and serve drinks in the main house. You keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you a question. You keep your eyes down and never look at anyone above their waist. Your kind has been in charge for far too long boy. Now it’s time for the true master race to take charge. Your wife is learning all about the superiority of the black man, and now so will you. You’ll get to see firsthand how strong, how powerful, how in charge these black kings are, and you will learn your place as a sissy white boy.”
She smiled down at Bill and watched him squirm for a moment before saying, “Now boy, get your ass up and go through the door that other sissy bitch left out of. Follow the stairs up to the kitchen and she’ll be waiting to put you to work.”
Bill stood up and began to walk toward the door but was stopped abruptly by the black woman’s thick hand around his wrist. Before he could act, Bill found himself draped over the woman’s knees with his pantied ass pointed toward the ceiling.
Sheila shouted, “Don’t you try to leave the presence of a black man or woman without saying Yes Sir or Yes Ma’am! You need to learn some respect white boy, just like Aretha sang!”
With that, the woman began to spank Bill’s ass with excruciating force all the while spelling out the word, just like in the song, “R smack E smack S smack P smack E smack C smack T smack. Learn some fucking respect.” She finished with a flurry of hard slaps on the poor sissy’s ass.
Bill cried out in pain and shouted in defense, “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am!”
The sissy was in tears when Sheila finally pushed him to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and bowed to the angry, cruel woman. Without knowing why he did it, Bill said, “I’m sorry Ma’am” before rushing out the door and up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs Bill met the sissy who’d shown him around and was wiping away tears as he was handed a frilly apron and a drink tray. Bill put the apron on with shaking hands then accepted the tray and before he knew it, he was out in the main hall looking frazzled and lost.
He stared at the sight before him. The ballroom was filled with immaculately dressed black men and white women. They drank and laughed, some of them danced. There were long tables filled with appetizers and desserts. Several thin white boys dressed like Bill were mingling in and out of the crowd fetching drinks and food for the partying mixed couples.
Bill saw his wife enter the other side of the room with Thomas, a brilliant smile on her face. She walked arm in arm with the confident black man as he escorted her to a table where her girlfriends all sat with their own black dates.
Bill was about to approach their table when a large, black man standing in a semicircle with two other black men and three white women snapped his fingers in Bill’s face and said, “You, boy! We need another round of drinks.” Bill blinked at the man as if he didn’t understand and before his brain kicked in the black man had Bill’s ear pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
“Are you stupid as well as being a wimp boy? We need drinks!” The guests nearby all laughed at the rough treatment of the white boy as he looked like an errant child being scolded by a teacher.
The white boy’s eyes filled with fresh tears as he said, “I’m sorry Sir, I’m new here.”
The black man laughed and twisted Bill’s ear harder as he said, “New don’t mean retarded does it? Get us drinks boy! Now!”
Bill whimpered in pain and humiliation as he said, “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. What can I get you?”
“That’s better bitch. Three Stellas and Three Martinis.” With that the man let go of Bill’s ear and went back to his conversation as if nothing had happened.
Bill rushed toward the bar but caught a glimpse of Tammy looking right at him. She grinned, but not in a loving way. No, she looked amused at the treatment her husband had received and looked equally disgusted by his look and behavior. Bill was certain his credit as a man had dropped significantly in Tammy’s estimation and sobbed as he watched her turn her attention back to Thomas with a look of adulation on her face.
Bill marched to the bar and placed his order all the while wondering what he’d got himself and his beautiful wife into.
Bill, meanwhile, was having a difficult time trying to explain his way out of an embarrassing situation. “I can’t wear that,” the white husband said in a pleading voice.
“Well, that’s fine. You can leave. We’ll tell your wife you didn’t want her to enjoy herself and that the two of you have to go. Of course, you’ll never be invited back to the club again. Is that what you really want? More importantly, is that what she would want?”
Bill listened to the words his sissy tour guide said and felt himself deflate at the thought of Tammy being angry with him. He found himself feeling very relaxed and calm despite his inner turmoil over the clothing options being offered. And he felt anxiety at the thought of upsetting his beautiful wife. Bill could not justify his anxiety as his mind was slowly and forcibly attempting to calm itself more than anything. The water! Had they put something in the water he’d been given? He knew he should care but somehow the idea of making everyone around him happy was the overwhelming thought in his increasingly cloudy mind.
Bill’s new friend said, “Yeah, you’re looking like you’ve figured it out. Of course, the water is drugged. They want you to be compliant and happy. It’s nothing bad. Just a tiny bit of Molly and X along with a touch of Ativan. It won’t hurt you at all, it’ll just make you more relaxed and accepting. Soon you’ll be eager to please your wife and her many lovers, but for now, you need a little help. Now let’s get you dressed, ok?”
Bill smiled and said, “Yes, I’d like that. Help me pick out something Tammy will like.”
The now mellow white husband happily slipped off his clothing and allowed himself to be dressed in the cuckold uniform of the club. A pair of pink, lace panties and matching pink, satin shorts slipped up his legs and his new friend marveled at how little hair Bill possessed on his legs, buttocks, and crotch. What hair was present was soft blond almost silky hair the likes of which you’d find on an adolescent. Bill was well on his way to being a club cuckold the seasoned sissy thought.
Next, a skin-tight tank top was pulled over Bill’s head and fitted to his thin, feminine form to the thrill of his guide. The top that was chosen had the words, “Sissy in Training” written in flowing pink script across the chest, and the material itself was so sheer as to be see-through. Bill’s nipples pointed out and were clearly visible under his new shirt.
A cute pair of ankle socks with pink pom-poms on the back were put in place and then covered by a pair of bright pink ballet slippers. The finishing touch was a shiny tiara placed on Bill’s head making him look ridiculous in any situation.
Bill posed several times in front of the mirror then said, “Are you sure about this? I feel silly. Won’t everyone laugh at me?”
“Well of course they will. But they’d do that anyway, wouldn’t they? I mean look where you are. You didn’t think you were going to be top dog here, did you? You’d better come to grips with the fact that you are at the very bottom of this enclosed society. You know your wife is here because she can’t find any satisfaction with you in bed, and you’re here because you love her and want her to be happy, right? Well, a big part of that is acknowledging your inferiority. You are nothing compared to the men she’s meeting upstairs. Nothing. You are the joke she can’t stop laughing at. We all are. Every white boy here has the same story. Time for you to get onboard.”
Bill gave one last look at his sissy visage then followed subdued into the next room. Again he found himself in front of a large television where his lovely wife was displayed being vigorously fucked by her new friend, Thomas.
Bill felt his tiny pecker twitch in longing as he watched his bride scream out in the throes of ecstasy. He felt a sudden calm overtake him as he knew deep inside this was for the best. Tammy deserved this. She deserved to be satisfied, and to be honest, he knew he’d never done that for her. Many times he’d rolled off his wife only to hear her sigh and then go into the ensuite to take care of herself. He knew he’d never been good enough for her and watching this display of hardcore porn she was putting on with Thomas, the point was driven home.
Bill stared at the screen and watched as well as listened to his wife beg for more of that big black cock. Thomas was only too happy to oblige, and poor Bill could only watch in horror as this Alpha Man took what was rightfully his by natural selection. For a brief couple of seconds, Thomas looked directly into the camera and into Bill’s soul and smiled. The inferior white boy felt a tear roll down his cheek as his superior smiled then winked at him from another room as he drove his massive cock balls deep into Bill’s more than willing white wife.
Another door opened and Bill was led through to a room filled wall to wall with cleaning supplies, fresh towels, candles, scented lube, and various sex toys. A bored-looking, very fat, black woman sat in a chair in the center of the room and said, “Ok, bitch, you can go now, I got this cuckie.”
With that, Bill’s new friend said, “Yes Miss Sheila” and scurried from the room.
The woman pointed at the floor in front of her and said to Bill, “Kneel here, boy.”
Bill started to complain but with a speed that belied her size, the woman was up and on him in a flash. She grabbed the poor white boy by his miniature package and squeezed his penis and testicles into her ham-sized fist.
“The fuck you doing boy? You don’t fucking speak unless you’re told to. You better learn some respect right fucking now bitch."
Bill gasped out an apology through the tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please stop. You’re killing me.”
The brutish woman laughed and said, “Not yet I ain’t. But you watch you tone mother fucker, or I will fuck up your day right quick.”
She glared at Bill for a beat then released his tiny package and smiled as he fell to the floor. “That’s a good start,” she said as she retook her seat, “Now crawl your ass over here where I told you to kneel.”
The white boy gasped in pain as he dragged himself over to the spot in front of his tormentor and knelt obediently before her.
“Now I know this is not what you expected. Your wife wanted to try something new and you thought you’d be enjoying this party together, right? Well, that’s not how things work here and you need to learn your place right now. You’ve seen how much fun your lovely wife is having with Thomas? Well, do you want to disappoint her boy? Are you confident your marriage can handle your backing out now? Well, leave this room right now and find out. Behind me is a door that leads upstairs to where your wife is. Go through that door and take her home. It’ll be the last time either of you is ever allowed back to this club. If you think you’re man enough to make her forget about the things Thomas is doing for her, go right ahead. But, if you want to save your marriage, and keep your wife happy, you just stay right where you are.”
Bill was startled by this turn of events and part of him wanted to jump up screaming in anger at the whole situation, but the woman’s words rang true to the abused husband. Tammy was enjoying herself immensely, of this there was no denying. And Bill had agreed to come here knowing she may indeed follow through. This was all planned ahead of time, wasn’t it? The scared white boy looked up at the huge black woman who smirked down at him and asked in a timid voice, “What happens now?”
The big woman laughed and said, “Well, now you go back upstairs and serve drinks in the main house. You keep your mouth shut unless someone asks you a question. You keep your eyes down and never look at anyone above their waist. Your kind has been in charge for far too long boy. Now it’s time for the true master race to take charge. Your wife is learning all about the superiority of the black man, and now so will you. You’ll get to see firsthand how strong, how powerful, how in charge these black kings are, and you will learn your place as a sissy white boy.”
She smiled down at Bill and watched him squirm for a moment before saying, “Now boy, get your ass up and go through the door that other sissy bitch left out of. Follow the stairs up to the kitchen and she’ll be waiting to put you to work.”
Bill stood up and began to walk toward the door but was stopped abruptly by the black woman’s thick hand around his wrist. Before he could act, Bill found himself draped over the woman’s knees with his pantied ass pointed toward the ceiling.
Sheila shouted, “Don’t you try to leave the presence of a black man or woman without saying Yes Sir or Yes Ma’am! You need to learn some respect white boy, just like Aretha sang!”
With that, the woman began to spank Bill’s ass with excruciating force all the while spelling out the word, just like in the song, “R smack E smack S smack P smack E smack C smack T smack. Learn some fucking respect.” She finished with a flurry of hard slaps on the poor sissy’s ass.
Bill cried out in pain and shouted in defense, “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am!”
The sissy was in tears when Sheila finally pushed him to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and bowed to the angry, cruel woman. Without knowing why he did it, Bill said, “I’m sorry Ma’am” before rushing out the door and up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs Bill met the sissy who’d shown him around and was wiping away tears as he was handed a frilly apron and a drink tray. Bill put the apron on with shaking hands then accepted the tray and before he knew it, he was out in the main hall looking frazzled and lost.
He stared at the sight before him. The ballroom was filled with immaculately dressed black men and white women. They drank and laughed, some of them danced. There were long tables filled with appetizers and desserts. Several thin white boys dressed like Bill were mingling in and out of the crowd fetching drinks and food for the partying mixed couples.
Bill saw his wife enter the other side of the room with Thomas, a brilliant smile on her face. She walked arm in arm with the confident black man as he escorted her to a table where her girlfriends all sat with their own black dates.
Bill was about to approach their table when a large, black man standing in a semicircle with two other black men and three white women snapped his fingers in Bill’s face and said, “You, boy! We need another round of drinks.” Bill blinked at the man as if he didn’t understand and before his brain kicked in the black man had Bill’s ear pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
“Are you stupid as well as being a wimp boy? We need drinks!” The guests nearby all laughed at the rough treatment of the white boy as he looked like an errant child being scolded by a teacher.
The white boy’s eyes filled with fresh tears as he said, “I’m sorry Sir, I’m new here.”
The black man laughed and twisted Bill’s ear harder as he said, “New don’t mean retarded does it? Get us drinks boy! Now!”
Bill whimpered in pain and humiliation as he said, “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. What can I get you?”
“That’s better bitch. Three Stellas and Three Martinis.” With that the man let go of Bill’s ear and went back to his conversation as if nothing had happened.
Bill rushed toward the bar but caught a glimpse of Tammy looking right at him. She grinned, but not in a loving way. No, she looked amused at the treatment her husband had received and looked equally disgusted by his look and behavior. Bill was certain his credit as a man had dropped significantly in Tammy’s estimation and sobbed as he watched her turn her attention back to Thomas with a look of adulation on her face.
Bill marched to the bar and placed his order all the while wondering what he’d got himself and his beautiful wife into.
