Sorry, it took so long to continue this tale. I'm taking a new direction with the story so let me know what you think. But be kind, I'm a fragile, sissy, whiteboy after all.
Part Nine
It’s now been nine months since the last time I was allowed out of my chastity. My poor tiny balls hurt all the time. My wife has taken to brushing past me very close so I can feel the heat from her body and smell her perfume. She then giggles at the painful moans that escape me due to the pressure and pain of my chastity device. I know I wanted this and even asked for it in the beginning, but I’m feeling lost in my desires. I get absolutely no relief and am in a constant state of arousal because of my wife’s playful attitude toward my suffering. But I’m such a useless wimp that I never object, I never complain, I never disobey. My wife and her powerful lover have me right where they want me. I’m owned thanks to my addiction to porn.
Yes, that’s what started it all, a porn addiction. It started innocently enough with interracial porn videos. I simply enjoyed the way the women in the videos responded to far superior BBC. But just like any whiteboy I let it go too far. I started staring at the cocks more than the women. Soon I was watching cuckold porn where a muscular Black Man was fucking a whiteboy’s wife right in front of him. It was exciting because it was so forbidden. Then something unforeseen happened. In one of the videos, the Black Bull made the cuckold husband dress in his wife’s lingerie. He then ordered the whiteboy to his knees and made him lick his cum from the wife’s pussy and ass. I’d never been so hard in my life. But when that Black King ordered the white sissy to lick his BBC clean, I squirted my meager load in an earth-shattering climax.
Something about the whiteboy being treated like a sissy bitch was overwhelming to me. I never imagined myself as a crossdresser but after that video, I started sneaking my wife’s panties and wearing them without her knowledge. Well, that of course became my life after my wife started seeing Jake. I fell into the sissy cuckold role just like the guys in the videos and stories. Oh god, the stories! I live for the writings of authors like C.W. Cobblestone, CuckyToHer, 4Play, Throne, and Don Jetman. I love the artwork of Devin Dickie, John Persons, Duke, and Smudge. I’ve fallen into a pit of sissy, cuckold porn that only gets deeper the more I look. And I’ve never been happier.
So why do I feel so low today? It was the announcement my darling wife made this morning at breakfast. I was on the floor, under the table, licking Jake’s balls as he occasionally fed me small pieces of bacon from his plate, when I overheard my wife exclaim, “You’re going to be a daddy, Daddy!”
Jake laughed in joy and said, “Oh damn baby, I’m so happy! Come kiss me.” I listened to the sound of my wife making out with her lover as I lapped at his balls with tears running down my cheeks.
I’d always wanted a ******. One of my own. But now it looked as though I’d be relegated to the role of nanny to my wife’s and her lover’s baby. They ignored me for the rest of breakfast as they talked of all things, baby. How they’d need to buy so many things. How they would have to remodel the spare room, my room, into a nursery.
And then they began to talk about my new duties as though I wasn’t even there.
Jane said, “Of course, our little Fluffy will be the perfect nanny. She can do all the nasty work like changing diapers, baths, and cleaning up, while we enjoy the fun of having our own little one around the house.”
Jake laughed and said, “Maybe your sissy hubby needs a new wardrobe more befitting a nanny. Like some schoolmarm outfits.”
“Oh shit!” Jane said seriously, “How will we explain the little faggot to our baby? I mean it’s gonna be weird, isn’t it?”
Jake said, “Don’t worry about that darling. I’ve been doing some thinking along those lines already. I think your hubby needs to take the next step. We already call him by female pronouns, so why not make it official? Start the bitch on hormone therapy and get her some plastic surgery to look more the part? We can talk more about it later, you know, like whether or not to let the little creep keep his twig and berries or not. But right now, I gotta run. I’ll see you later sexy.”
With that, he got up and pulled on his pants without even acknowledging me in any way.
As Jake walked toward the door I heard my wife say, “Oh shit, I’m running late too. We can talk more tonight.”
And then they were gone. I was left there under the table sobbing and wondering what fresh hell awaited me. Was it time to put a stop to this? Had I gone too far down the rabbit hole? Would I allow them to permanently alter my body? Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
Part Nine
It’s now been nine months since the last time I was allowed out of my chastity. My poor tiny balls hurt all the time. My wife has taken to brushing past me very close so I can feel the heat from her body and smell her perfume. She then giggles at the painful moans that escape me due to the pressure and pain of my chastity device. I know I wanted this and even asked for it in the beginning, but I’m feeling lost in my desires. I get absolutely no relief and am in a constant state of arousal because of my wife’s playful attitude toward my suffering. But I’m such a useless wimp that I never object, I never complain, I never disobey. My wife and her powerful lover have me right where they want me. I’m owned thanks to my addiction to porn.
Yes, that’s what started it all, a porn addiction. It started innocently enough with interracial porn videos. I simply enjoyed the way the women in the videos responded to far superior BBC. But just like any whiteboy I let it go too far. I started staring at the cocks more than the women. Soon I was watching cuckold porn where a muscular Black Man was fucking a whiteboy’s wife right in front of him. It was exciting because it was so forbidden. Then something unforeseen happened. In one of the videos, the Black Bull made the cuckold husband dress in his wife’s lingerie. He then ordered the whiteboy to his knees and made him lick his cum from the wife’s pussy and ass. I’d never been so hard in my life. But when that Black King ordered the white sissy to lick his BBC clean, I squirted my meager load in an earth-shattering climax.
Something about the whiteboy being treated like a sissy bitch was overwhelming to me. I never imagined myself as a crossdresser but after that video, I started sneaking my wife’s panties and wearing them without her knowledge. Well, that of course became my life after my wife started seeing Jake. I fell into the sissy cuckold role just like the guys in the videos and stories. Oh god, the stories! I live for the writings of authors like C.W. Cobblestone, CuckyToHer, 4Play, Throne, and Don Jetman. I love the artwork of Devin Dickie, John Persons, Duke, and Smudge. I’ve fallen into a pit of sissy, cuckold porn that only gets deeper the more I look. And I’ve never been happier.
So why do I feel so low today? It was the announcement my darling wife made this morning at breakfast. I was on the floor, under the table, licking Jake’s balls as he occasionally fed me small pieces of bacon from his plate, when I overheard my wife exclaim, “You’re going to be a daddy, Daddy!”
Jake laughed in joy and said, “Oh damn baby, I’m so happy! Come kiss me.” I listened to the sound of my wife making out with her lover as I lapped at his balls with tears running down my cheeks.
I’d always wanted a ******. One of my own. But now it looked as though I’d be relegated to the role of nanny to my wife’s and her lover’s baby. They ignored me for the rest of breakfast as they talked of all things, baby. How they’d need to buy so many things. How they would have to remodel the spare room, my room, into a nursery.
And then they began to talk about my new duties as though I wasn’t even there.
Jane said, “Of course, our little Fluffy will be the perfect nanny. She can do all the nasty work like changing diapers, baths, and cleaning up, while we enjoy the fun of having our own little one around the house.”
Jake laughed and said, “Maybe your sissy hubby needs a new wardrobe more befitting a nanny. Like some schoolmarm outfits.”
“Oh shit!” Jane said seriously, “How will we explain the little faggot to our baby? I mean it’s gonna be weird, isn’t it?”
Jake said, “Don’t worry about that darling. I’ve been doing some thinking along those lines already. I think your hubby needs to take the next step. We already call him by female pronouns, so why not make it official? Start the bitch on hormone therapy and get her some plastic surgery to look more the part? We can talk more about it later, you know, like whether or not to let the little creep keep his twig and berries or not. But right now, I gotta run. I’ll see you later sexy.”
With that, he got up and pulled on his pants without even acknowledging me in any way.
As Jake walked toward the door I heard my wife say, “Oh shit, I’m running late too. We can talk more tonight.”
And then they were gone. I was left there under the table sobbing and wondering what fresh hell awaited me. Was it time to put a stop to this? Had I gone too far down the rabbit hole? Would I allow them to permanently alter my body? Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
