Paul the Sissy Cuckold Part One
Sue sat at her kitchen table chatting with her friend Debbie while at the sink her husband, Paul, worked to clean the dishes from dinner. Sue and Debbie laughed and talked about how nice it was to be relieved of the burden of housework now that Paul had lost his job and was free to take care of the household chores. The two women sipped coffee and discussed the freedom this allowed Sue to go out at night with friends and enjoy herself.
Money had never been a problem for Sue as her parents had been quite wealthy and had left her a small fortune. The money was of course in her name alone and was not something Paul was allowed to enjoy. Thus he had spent many years toiling away at a janitorial job Sue had procured for him so as to keep him busy and out of her hair. For Sue, Paul was just an annoyance that she used to keep her parents happy. You see the only way she could inherit the money was if she was married. So, several years ago she had snared the weak willed Paul and married him in order to appease her parents. Paul of course knew nothing of this until it was far too late and he had spent too many years under Sue’s boot to complain. Sue was a stern and demanding wife who had broken any will and self-esteem Paul had over the years and now treated the poor man like nothing more than a servant.
Debbie knew of the arrangement and laughed along with her friend when the weak willed husband was verbally abused. Sue loved the way it entertained her friend so she spent as much time as possible in her presence demeaning her hubby and humiliating him with words and actions no man should ever be forced to endure. Today being no different than any other day, Sue was extolling Debbie with the story of how Paul had lost his menial job as a janitor.
“Oh the wimp got caught jerking his little peepee in the men’s room. I of course told him exactly what I expected of him and the loser complied eagerly the way he always does”, Sue explained. “I told him I wanted him to go into one of the stalls, the one that’s closest to the urinals and peak out from the crack between the door and frame. I wanted him to jerk his pecker while looking at the other men’s cocks until someone caught him. And it was the boss that finally did catch the little pervert”, she said.
Debbie laughed out loud while Paul hung his head and turned a bright shade of red but continued his dish duty without slowing. Debbie asked, “What happened then?” to which Sue replied, “Oh there was quite a stir, you see this was the second time I’d made him do that and he’d already been warned. The boss yelled at him and called him a pervert in front of the whole office staff. He fired him on the spot”. “That’s hysterical”, Debbie said then continued with, “But why did you want him to lose his job?”
“I just want him to spend more time here working around the house. You see even though he was just a janitor and spent his time at work scrubbing floors and toilets I was afraid he might start getting ideas that he was actually a real man and not my little sissy slut. I want him dressed full time now so he never tries to look like a man again”. Debbie and Sue both looked over at Paul at this last statement to appraise the way the sissy boy was dressed.
Paul was wearing 6” pink heels, pink thigh high stockings, a too short pink skirt that showed off his pink pantied bottom, a pink bra covered by a pink half shirt with the word SLUT written in bold red lettering on the front. His shoulder length hair was done in pig tails and his face had been made up to look like a teenage girl who was trying too hard to be grown up. His pink skinned, slender body was completely hairless from the eyebrows down and the diet Sue kept him on ensured a girlish figure. Paul looked nothing like a man so Sue had little to worry about but she enjoyed the torment it inflicted on him to say such things.
“Besides, with the hormones Rick and I have been slipping into his food, the little pansy will start growing boobies soon so it’s probably best if he stays home where he belongs” Sue said with a laugh.
Paul almost dropped the dish he was cleaning and the women heard a small sob escape from him before he caught himself and regained composure. Debbie laughed and asked if Paul knew about the hormones to which Sue told her that it was a secret up until now. The little sissy boy thought he was taking vitamins prescribed by Sue’s lover, Rick. She had told her sissy hubby that Rick was only looking out for him because of the strict diet they had him on. Poor Paul had believed them but now that he knew the truth he felt as if he would start to cry.
Sue shot a warning glance at her hubby and said, “The useless little bitch is mostly a girl already so we thought, what the hell?, let’s push him the whole way. It was Rick’s idea since he has that friend who’s a pharmacist and got all the drugs we needed cheap”.
Debbie laughed out loud at this and asked Paul, “How does that make you feel sissy boy? Do you like the idea of becoming a woman for your wife and her boyfriend?”
Paul turned toward the women and in a quivering voice said, “I’m only too happy to please Ma’am and Sir in any way they see fit. I’m grateful to them for all the attention they lavish on my sissy body”. At this both women laughed out loud and Sue said that was a good answer that would keep the sissy from being punished when Rick got home. Paul was shaking as he turned back to the sink, a small tear rolling down his made up features. He hated saying those things but knew better than to object. With no job, no money of his own, no friends and no prospects, the poor sissy was stuck and knew he would never be free. Besides, Sue and Rick had taken so much video and pictures of him dressed up and acting the part of a sissy slave that Paul knew he had no other options than to stay here and serve his cruel owners.
As the women turned back to their conversation a loud booming voice came from the living room and they all knew Rick had come home. “Where’s my sexy lady?” Rick called out from the front door. “And why isn’t the sissy bitch here to take off my shoes?” At this last statement, Paul let out a small squeal and ran as fast as he could in the high heels toward his Master’s voice. The women smiled at each other and ran to watch what was sure to be a fun display of discipline from the man of the house.
Paul ran quickly to Rick and dropped to his knees before the handsome black man that stood in the doorway. He was repeating the words “I’m sorry sir” the whole way there and continued this mantra while kneeling at the superior man’s feet. It was quite a sight to behold. The thin, weak, white boy dressed as a slutty girl kneeling at the feet of this towering black stud. Rick stood 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighed in at an impressive 240 pounds of sheer muscle. His chiseled features made him look like a professional athlete in an underwear commercial and standing before the tiny sissy boy he looked like a god.
Paul was now kissing his master’s shoes and asking in a quivering, girly voice if he could please remove the shoes for his wife’s lover. Sue and Debbie stood nearby with wide smiles on their faces and watched the spectacle eagerly. Rick winked at the ladies and took a second to look over his lady. Sue was quite the sight in a light knee length summer dress, her dark brown hair, long and flowing over her shoulders framed a beautiful alabaster face with smoldering dark eyes and full red lips. Rick let his eyes wander down her body taking in her breathtaking figure. Sue was tall for a woman, standing 5 foot 9 without heels. Her ass was a perfect heart shaped orb kept tight by daily exercises. Her breasts were a thing of beauty standing firm and round on her chest. Not a small woman in height, Sue was able to pull off the 38DD breasts in a way a smaller woman could not. They just accentuated her beauty instead of standing out. Her cleavage made Rick feel a stirring in his crotch and he couldn’t wait to be alone with her. But first he had a disobedient sissy with whom to attend.
Rick looked down at the pathetic wretch still kissing his shoes and smirked. “Stop slobbering all over my shoes and get your ass over to the couch bitch!” the large black man yelled. Paul scurried over to the couch and kneeled waiting for Rick. Rick sat down in front of the sissy and told him to take of his shoes. Paul hurried to comply and slipped Rick’s shoes from his size 13 feet. The thick, cheesy odor of sweat assaulted Paul’s senses and he blinked tears from his eyes but did not move an inch from his kneeling position. Rich lifted his right foot and placed the sole over Paul’s face. The huge foot completely covered the smaller man’s visage and the smell quickly overwhelmed the poor husband. Paul knew what to do and immediately began taking large whiffs of air thru his nose and moaned like he was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread. He knew to put on a good show for his master and make sure everyone knew he was enjoying the smell.
“Now bitch, when I come home I expect you to be waiting by the door like a good little doggy do you understand?” Rick asked. Paul’s muffled response came from beneath his master’s large foot. “Yes sir, I understand. I’m so very sorry.”
“Sorry don’t cut it bitch. Now I’m going to have to think up some kind of punishment for you. I don’t feel like beating your ass tonight so it’ll have to be something else. Oh, I know! While I’m in the bedroom fucking your wife tonight I want you to clean the new rims on my ride. With your tongue of course.”
Paul sobbed in dismay but said quietly, “Yes sir, I’d be happy to sir”. The dismay in Paul’s voice wasn’t just over the job he now had to do, but was also in response to the thought that he would now be behind in his other chores which would keep him up all night in order to finish everything on his daily list. With tears in his eyes the defeated, pun intended, hubby asked if he could now remove Rick’s socks. Rick laughed and told his sissy to go right ahead. Paul slowly removed the socks from the big man’s feet and sat back on his haunches lifting the first sock to his lipstick covered mouth. The sock was soaked with the days sweat and smelled terrible but Paul placed the wettest part of the garment into his mouth and began sucking.
Debbie laughed and said, “Eww, that’s so gross! Does he do that every day?” to which Sue replied, “Of course, it’s how he gets out all the nastiest stains before putting our socks and underwear in the laundry basket. It keeps everything clean and soft. He’ll suck out all the sweat so the socks don’t get stiff before they go into the wash. My panties have never been cleaner than when hubby sucks and licks all the stains from them”.
Debbie laughed again and told her friend she had better be going. She didn’t want to intrude now that Rick was home. The women said their goodbyes and Sue went over to join Rick on the couch.
The two lovers watched Paul sucking the sweat from Rick’s nasty sock for a moment then leaned into each other and kissed hello. Like two teenagers at prom they began to make out with each other with loud, wet kisses using lots of tongue. Rick reached up and began fondling Sue’s large breasts making her moan in excitement. Paul watched from the floor and felt his little peepee start to stir. The pain was immediate and Paul whimpered like a dog and squirmed around trying to be more comfortable. Paul’s underdeveloped penis was locked in a little pink chastity cage and any attempt at getting hard no matter how small he was made his entrapment quite painful. Rick had bought the sissy the smallest cock cage he could find and then shortened it even more for Paul’s tiny peepee. The result was to keep the little thing squished to just under an inch at all times. Paul knew better than to look away as the lovers enjoyed making him suffer so he watched them make out and sucked away at the sweaty sock.
Paul the Sissy Cuckold Part Two
As Paul carried the platter of food out to the dining room he could still taste and smell the disgusting socks he had spent over an hour sucking clean earlier this evening. He was still dressed in his sissy outfit but had reapplied his makeup as it had smeared while cleaning Rick’s socks. Rick and Sue sat at the dining room table chatting like lovers while Paul served them both. After spooning out pasta onto both of their plates and pouring them each a glass of wine, Paul took his usual place at mealtime, on the floor between Rick’s feet with his face in the large black man’s crotch. Rick was fully clothed but he enjoyed making Sue’s husband sit like this while the couple enjoyed their meals. He said it reminded the sissy of his place.
Paul on the other hand was miserable. His knees ached from staying in this position for too long and he was having trouble breathing since he was required to keep his face pressed against Rick’s cock throughout dinner. The cramped space between the black man’s legs offered little fresh air and Paul could smell the man’s sweaty crotch through his pants. The smell of sweat and that manly odor of cock and balls assaulted Paul’s senses as he kneeled quietly between his master’s legs.
Paul could hear the lovers talking like they didn’t have a care in the world. They discussed the news, weather and a favorite tv show as if it were perfectly normal for a couple to talk while another man sniffed away at the crotch of his better. The couple laughed as they talked about Paul as if he weren’t in the room. Sue recounted how she had let slip the fact that she and Rick had been slipping Paul female hormones disguised as vitamins. Rick thought this was hysterical and said, “Well now that the secret is out we can be more open about our intentions for the little sissy bitch. Not only are we growing a nice set of boobies for the little sissy, I have some other plans for “her” as well”.
This piqued Sue’s interest and she leaned in and asked what kind of plans. Rick said, “Well first off I have a friend who’s a plastic surgeon and he’s agreed to fill out the sissies hips to make her look more womanly. Also he’ll inject the wimp’s lips to make them fuller, like cocksucker lips. Also I was thinking she’ll need some piercings and tattoos as well”.
Sue was getting excited now and said, “Like piercing his ears?” Rick said, “Well, first off let’s start referring to the sissy as ‘she’ so she’ll grow accustomed to her new identity. And yes, her ears and after her boobs grow out her nipples too. I was thinking we’d come up the tattoo ideas together.”
Paul was beginning to squirm while listening to his wife and her lover plan out his future. Rick noticed his discomfort and said, “Calm down sissy, here’s a little present for you.” And the big man proceeded to let loose a loud fart right into the sissies face. Sue laughed as if this were the funniest thing ever while Rick went on to say, “Now make sure you sniff that all up so my lady doesn’t have to smell it or there’ll be trouble”. Paul, fearful of repercussions began taking in huge breaths of air through his nose almost gagging on the foul air he was now trapped with. As their sissy struggled to inhale the nasty fart, the two lovers continued their conversation.
Sue said, “How about we have a little pink heart tattooed on one of her boobies?” “That’s a great idea”, said Rick. “I was also thinking we could have ‘Property of Rick and Sue’ stenciled on her ass”.
“Oh that’s lovely!” Sue said. “But honey, I’m wondering that since we’re going through the trouble of plastic surgery for her hips and lips, why not just get her tits done too. That way she’ll have nice girly boobies sooner”.
“Great idea”, Rick said. “I’ll talk to my friend and set it up for this weekend”. At this, Paul began to sob quietly, his shoulders shaking. Rick smiled and said, “I think our sissy likes the idea, she’s weeping tears of joy right now”. Sue laughed and said, “Well then we better get you undressed before you get sissy tears all over your pants”.
The two lovers got up from the table and started toward the bedroom with Rick glancing over his shoulder at the poor hubby still crouched under the table saying, “Clean up the dishes then join us in the bedroom sissy. We will certainly need your cleanup services soon”. As the big black man walked away Paul said quietly, “Yes sir, right away sir” and sniffed away another tear.
After 20 or 30 minutes Paul had finished cleaning up the kitchen and slowly made his way back to the bedroom he used to share with his wife. That room now belonged to Sue and Rick. Everything in Paul’s life now belonged to Sue and Rick. Rick was the man of the house now and Paul was merely a servant doing the bidding of the large black man.
As Paul neared the room he could hear his wife moaning and crying out in ecstasy from the hard fucking she was receiving from her powerful lover. Paul knocked on the door to the bedroom and waited for admission. “Yeah, sissy get your ass in here” he heard Rick yell from within. Paul opened the door and crept into the room at first noticing the smell of sex permeating the air. The room was humid and the scent of the two sweaty writhing bodies was almost overwhelming. As Paul entered the room the two lovers came apart and each lay on their back on either side of the bed staying close enough to touch. Rick had his arm around Sue and was gently massaging her left breast with his hand. Sue purred contentedly and snuggled into her lover’s embrace as they both looked toward Paul.
Paul curtseyed to the lovers on the bed as he’d been taught to do each time he entered the room. Rick smirked at the sissy loser and said, “Wow, sissy your wife is something else. She almost rubbed the skin off my dick the way she fucked me. Not that you’d ever know that. You could never last long enough to find out. Isn’t that right wimp?” Paul lowered his eyes and said in a quivering voice, “Yes sir. I could never last long enough to actually feel how wonderful a lover my wife is. Only a real man like you can please her and satisfy her desires.”
Rick stretched out and motioned toward his soft, but still quite large cock. Paul moved as if in a trance and crawled onto the bed. Sticking his ass up into the air he lowered his mouth to the huge organ and slowly started licking it clean of Sue and Rick’s juices. Rick was uncircumcised so Paul had to work hard to get under the skin and clean the huge cock to perfection. It took more than 20 minutes of licking and sucking before Rick was satisfied that his cock was clean. He snapped his fingers and Paul moved on to clean his wife only to find her stopping him with her hand in his face.
“Rick honey, don’t you think the sissy should never be allowed to taste my pussy? I mean it’s all for you now dear and I’m not a lesbian so I’d rather not have a girl licking me down there.” Rick thought for a moment and said, “You’re right dear, we shouldn’t allow this sissy the pleasure of tasting your perfect pussy unless she’s licking it off my cock. Instead why don’t we have her use a nice warm cloth to clean you up?” Rick then snapped his fingers at Paul again and said, “You heard me sissy, get a cloth to clean my lady”. Paul moved off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean his wife’s crotch. Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, Rick walked in blocking the door. “I need to piss sissy”, the big man said. Paul whimpered and slowly dropped to his knees near the toilet. This was unfortunately a familiar position for Paul, one he hated more than most of the humiliations he’d been put through.
Rick stepped up to the toilet and smiled down at the degraded husband. He put his hands on his hips and waited for Paul to do the rest. As he’d done many times, Paul moved his head forward and took Rick’s cock between his lips from the side using his tongue to steady it. Paul held the cock using his lips and tongue like fingers on the shaft and aimed at the toilet. As Rick began to piss Paul could feel the fluid rushing through the shaft of muscle between his lips. His aim was off slightly and some of the piss splashed on the rim of the toilet before Paul was able to direct the stream into the water. Rick sighed contentedly while he emptied his bladder smiling at the subservient hubby acting as a urinal caddy for his massive cock. As the last drops of piss splashed into the bowl Rick said, “Shake it piss boy” and Paul gently shook his head up and down do dislodge a few stubborn drops of amber liquid.
Rick patted the sissy on the head calling her a good girl before laughing and walking back to the bedroom. “Oh”, he said turning back, “Clean the rim too”. Paul didn’t hesitate to obey as he bent over and licked up the piss that had initially splashed onto the toilet’s rim. The foul liquid was salty and now cold from the toilet and tasted as terrible as it smelled. “God damn, what the fuck happened to make you such a worthless little bitch?” Rick asked shaking his head and watching the humiliated hubby licking up his piss. Paul only lowered his eyes and said in a dead voice, “Thank you for allowing me to taste your delicious piss sir”. He’d been trained too well to say anything else. Rick laughed and said, “Heel girl” while turning and walking out of the room. Paul crawled behind the strong black man his face mere inches from his powerful ass. As the duo reached the bedroom Rick stopped suddenly so that Paul’s face went right up into his ass crack. Sue saw this and started laughing immediately. “Wow, that sissy really wants to kiss your ass babe”, she said to Rick.
Rick chuckled and said, “Oh he’ll get his chance”. Rick climbed back into bed with his woman and called the sissy to join them. Rick lay on his side facing Sue and began gently rubbing her tits. “Lick my hole for a while bitch while I talk to your wife”, he demanded of the subdued Paul. Paul crawled into position so his face was wedged into Rick’s ass crack and began to gently lap up and down the rank crevice. This was another chore that Paul was too familiar with and he settled into a comfortable pace of licking the ass of the man who’d stolen his wife.
While Paul slaved away at his ass, Rick said to Sue, “So babe I’ve been thinking of something else. If we’re going to turn this sissy bitch into a real sissy fuck doll, maybe she needs a chick’s name. What do you think?” Sue clapped her hands together in glee and said, “What a great idea honey! I love it! But what should we call her?” Rick said, “Whatever it is should be extra girly and soft just like her. So Paula is just too easy, so is Pauline. We need something more creative. Maybe Chrissie? Or Janie?”
“No” Sue said, “I have it. It was the name of my dog when I was a little girl. Daisy! It should be Daisy!”
Rick roared with laughter and said, “That’s perfect. Daisy it is. What do you think asslicker? Do you like your new name?” Paul knew better than to stop what he was doing so he spoke directly into Rick’s asshole when he mumbled, “I love it sir. It fits a sissy like me perfectly”.
And so it was settled. Paul became Daisy just like that. The poor defeated husband kept licking his master’s rank hole while the big black man fondled and made out with Sue. Paul’s face was sweating away his makeup and smearing it into Rick’s muscular ass. The sweat as salty as it was still tasted better to the poor hubby than the disgusting hole he was cleaning with his tongue. He licked and sucked at Rick’s hole, making out with it like he was kissing a beautiful woman. Paul knew he would never again know the feeling of kissing a beautiful woman and in fact knew that he would soon be trained to only have sex with men if Rick and Sue kept going the way they were. So Paul directed all of his passions into making out with Rick’s asshole. He moaned like a lover and shoved his tongue as far up the hole as he could. Paul was starting to feel proud of the way he felt Rick’s body responding and thought he was doing a wonderful job. That is until Rick slapped Paul’s head and said, “Enough fag! Damn you are one horny little asslicker. That’s enough. I need to concentrate on my woman. Go work on the laundry or clean my other rims or something Daisy. I can’t have you enjoying my ass like that. It’s weird”. With that Rick turned back to Sue and began making out with her again.
Paul was stunned. That’s what was weird he thought? Of all the humiliating things Paul had been forced to do, that was the weird thing? The fact that he was trying to do a good job was weird? Paul crawled from the bedroom to the sound of his wife saying, “Oh baby I love your cock so much, fuck me again stud”.
Paul crawled out to the garage and began the tedious task of licking clean the rims of Rick’s car. As the hard concrete of the garage floor dug into his knees Paul, now Daisy began to cry imagining what new horrors tomorrow would bring and what changes he could expect to his body in the coming months.
Sue sat at her kitchen table chatting with her friend Debbie while at the sink her husband, Paul, worked to clean the dishes from dinner. Sue and Debbie laughed and talked about how nice it was to be relieved of the burden of housework now that Paul had lost his job and was free to take care of the household chores. The two women sipped coffee and discussed the freedom this allowed Sue to go out at night with friends and enjoy herself.
Money had never been a problem for Sue as her parents had been quite wealthy and had left her a small fortune. The money was of course in her name alone and was not something Paul was allowed to enjoy. Thus he had spent many years toiling away at a janitorial job Sue had procured for him so as to keep him busy and out of her hair. For Sue, Paul was just an annoyance that she used to keep her parents happy. You see the only way she could inherit the money was if she was married. So, several years ago she had snared the weak willed Paul and married him in order to appease her parents. Paul of course knew nothing of this until it was far too late and he had spent too many years under Sue’s boot to complain. Sue was a stern and demanding wife who had broken any will and self-esteem Paul had over the years and now treated the poor man like nothing more than a servant.
Debbie knew of the arrangement and laughed along with her friend when the weak willed husband was verbally abused. Sue loved the way it entertained her friend so she spent as much time as possible in her presence demeaning her hubby and humiliating him with words and actions no man should ever be forced to endure. Today being no different than any other day, Sue was extolling Debbie with the story of how Paul had lost his menial job as a janitor.
“Oh the wimp got caught jerking his little peepee in the men’s room. I of course told him exactly what I expected of him and the loser complied eagerly the way he always does”, Sue explained. “I told him I wanted him to go into one of the stalls, the one that’s closest to the urinals and peak out from the crack between the door and frame. I wanted him to jerk his pecker while looking at the other men’s cocks until someone caught him. And it was the boss that finally did catch the little pervert”, she said.
Debbie laughed out loud while Paul hung his head and turned a bright shade of red but continued his dish duty without slowing. Debbie asked, “What happened then?” to which Sue replied, “Oh there was quite a stir, you see this was the second time I’d made him do that and he’d already been warned. The boss yelled at him and called him a pervert in front of the whole office staff. He fired him on the spot”. “That’s hysterical”, Debbie said then continued with, “But why did you want him to lose his job?”
“I just want him to spend more time here working around the house. You see even though he was just a janitor and spent his time at work scrubbing floors and toilets I was afraid he might start getting ideas that he was actually a real man and not my little sissy slut. I want him dressed full time now so he never tries to look like a man again”. Debbie and Sue both looked over at Paul at this last statement to appraise the way the sissy boy was dressed.
Paul was wearing 6” pink heels, pink thigh high stockings, a too short pink skirt that showed off his pink pantied bottom, a pink bra covered by a pink half shirt with the word SLUT written in bold red lettering on the front. His shoulder length hair was done in pig tails and his face had been made up to look like a teenage girl who was trying too hard to be grown up. His pink skinned, slender body was completely hairless from the eyebrows down and the diet Sue kept him on ensured a girlish figure. Paul looked nothing like a man so Sue had little to worry about but she enjoyed the torment it inflicted on him to say such things.
“Besides, with the hormones Rick and I have been slipping into his food, the little pansy will start growing boobies soon so it’s probably best if he stays home where he belongs” Sue said with a laugh.
Paul almost dropped the dish he was cleaning and the women heard a small sob escape from him before he caught himself and regained composure. Debbie laughed and asked if Paul knew about the hormones to which Sue told her that it was a secret up until now. The little sissy boy thought he was taking vitamins prescribed by Sue’s lover, Rick. She had told her sissy hubby that Rick was only looking out for him because of the strict diet they had him on. Poor Paul had believed them but now that he knew the truth he felt as if he would start to cry.
Sue shot a warning glance at her hubby and said, “The useless little bitch is mostly a girl already so we thought, what the hell?, let’s push him the whole way. It was Rick’s idea since he has that friend who’s a pharmacist and got all the drugs we needed cheap”.
Debbie laughed out loud at this and asked Paul, “How does that make you feel sissy boy? Do you like the idea of becoming a woman for your wife and her boyfriend?”
Paul turned toward the women and in a quivering voice said, “I’m only too happy to please Ma’am and Sir in any way they see fit. I’m grateful to them for all the attention they lavish on my sissy body”. At this both women laughed out loud and Sue said that was a good answer that would keep the sissy from being punished when Rick got home. Paul was shaking as he turned back to the sink, a small tear rolling down his made up features. He hated saying those things but knew better than to object. With no job, no money of his own, no friends and no prospects, the poor sissy was stuck and knew he would never be free. Besides, Sue and Rick had taken so much video and pictures of him dressed up and acting the part of a sissy slave that Paul knew he had no other options than to stay here and serve his cruel owners.
As the women turned back to their conversation a loud booming voice came from the living room and they all knew Rick had come home. “Where’s my sexy lady?” Rick called out from the front door. “And why isn’t the sissy bitch here to take off my shoes?” At this last statement, Paul let out a small squeal and ran as fast as he could in the high heels toward his Master’s voice. The women smiled at each other and ran to watch what was sure to be a fun display of discipline from the man of the house.
Paul ran quickly to Rick and dropped to his knees before the handsome black man that stood in the doorway. He was repeating the words “I’m sorry sir” the whole way there and continued this mantra while kneeling at the superior man’s feet. It was quite a sight to behold. The thin, weak, white boy dressed as a slutty girl kneeling at the feet of this towering black stud. Rick stood 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighed in at an impressive 240 pounds of sheer muscle. His chiseled features made him look like a professional athlete in an underwear commercial and standing before the tiny sissy boy he looked like a god.
Paul was now kissing his master’s shoes and asking in a quivering, girly voice if he could please remove the shoes for his wife’s lover. Sue and Debbie stood nearby with wide smiles on their faces and watched the spectacle eagerly. Rick winked at the ladies and took a second to look over his lady. Sue was quite the sight in a light knee length summer dress, her dark brown hair, long and flowing over her shoulders framed a beautiful alabaster face with smoldering dark eyes and full red lips. Rick let his eyes wander down her body taking in her breathtaking figure. Sue was tall for a woman, standing 5 foot 9 without heels. Her ass was a perfect heart shaped orb kept tight by daily exercises. Her breasts were a thing of beauty standing firm and round on her chest. Not a small woman in height, Sue was able to pull off the 38DD breasts in a way a smaller woman could not. They just accentuated her beauty instead of standing out. Her cleavage made Rick feel a stirring in his crotch and he couldn’t wait to be alone with her. But first he had a disobedient sissy with whom to attend.
Rick looked down at the pathetic wretch still kissing his shoes and smirked. “Stop slobbering all over my shoes and get your ass over to the couch bitch!” the large black man yelled. Paul scurried over to the couch and kneeled waiting for Rick. Rick sat down in front of the sissy and told him to take of his shoes. Paul hurried to comply and slipped Rick’s shoes from his size 13 feet. The thick, cheesy odor of sweat assaulted Paul’s senses and he blinked tears from his eyes but did not move an inch from his kneeling position. Rich lifted his right foot and placed the sole over Paul’s face. The huge foot completely covered the smaller man’s visage and the smell quickly overwhelmed the poor husband. Paul knew what to do and immediately began taking large whiffs of air thru his nose and moaned like he was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread. He knew to put on a good show for his master and make sure everyone knew he was enjoying the smell.
“Now bitch, when I come home I expect you to be waiting by the door like a good little doggy do you understand?” Rick asked. Paul’s muffled response came from beneath his master’s large foot. “Yes sir, I understand. I’m so very sorry.”
“Sorry don’t cut it bitch. Now I’m going to have to think up some kind of punishment for you. I don’t feel like beating your ass tonight so it’ll have to be something else. Oh, I know! While I’m in the bedroom fucking your wife tonight I want you to clean the new rims on my ride. With your tongue of course.”
Paul sobbed in dismay but said quietly, “Yes sir, I’d be happy to sir”. The dismay in Paul’s voice wasn’t just over the job he now had to do, but was also in response to the thought that he would now be behind in his other chores which would keep him up all night in order to finish everything on his daily list. With tears in his eyes the defeated, pun intended, hubby asked if he could now remove Rick’s socks. Rick laughed and told his sissy to go right ahead. Paul slowly removed the socks from the big man’s feet and sat back on his haunches lifting the first sock to his lipstick covered mouth. The sock was soaked with the days sweat and smelled terrible but Paul placed the wettest part of the garment into his mouth and began sucking.
Debbie laughed and said, “Eww, that’s so gross! Does he do that every day?” to which Sue replied, “Of course, it’s how he gets out all the nastiest stains before putting our socks and underwear in the laundry basket. It keeps everything clean and soft. He’ll suck out all the sweat so the socks don’t get stiff before they go into the wash. My panties have never been cleaner than when hubby sucks and licks all the stains from them”.
Debbie laughed again and told her friend she had better be going. She didn’t want to intrude now that Rick was home. The women said their goodbyes and Sue went over to join Rick on the couch.
The two lovers watched Paul sucking the sweat from Rick’s nasty sock for a moment then leaned into each other and kissed hello. Like two teenagers at prom they began to make out with each other with loud, wet kisses using lots of tongue. Rick reached up and began fondling Sue’s large breasts making her moan in excitement. Paul watched from the floor and felt his little peepee start to stir. The pain was immediate and Paul whimpered like a dog and squirmed around trying to be more comfortable. Paul’s underdeveloped penis was locked in a little pink chastity cage and any attempt at getting hard no matter how small he was made his entrapment quite painful. Rick had bought the sissy the smallest cock cage he could find and then shortened it even more for Paul’s tiny peepee. The result was to keep the little thing squished to just under an inch at all times. Paul knew better than to look away as the lovers enjoyed making him suffer so he watched them make out and sucked away at the sweaty sock.
Paul the Sissy Cuckold Part Two
As Paul carried the platter of food out to the dining room he could still taste and smell the disgusting socks he had spent over an hour sucking clean earlier this evening. He was still dressed in his sissy outfit but had reapplied his makeup as it had smeared while cleaning Rick’s socks. Rick and Sue sat at the dining room table chatting like lovers while Paul served them both. After spooning out pasta onto both of their plates and pouring them each a glass of wine, Paul took his usual place at mealtime, on the floor between Rick’s feet with his face in the large black man’s crotch. Rick was fully clothed but he enjoyed making Sue’s husband sit like this while the couple enjoyed their meals. He said it reminded the sissy of his place.
Paul on the other hand was miserable. His knees ached from staying in this position for too long and he was having trouble breathing since he was required to keep his face pressed against Rick’s cock throughout dinner. The cramped space between the black man’s legs offered little fresh air and Paul could smell the man’s sweaty crotch through his pants. The smell of sweat and that manly odor of cock and balls assaulted Paul’s senses as he kneeled quietly between his master’s legs.
Paul could hear the lovers talking like they didn’t have a care in the world. They discussed the news, weather and a favorite tv show as if it were perfectly normal for a couple to talk while another man sniffed away at the crotch of his better. The couple laughed as they talked about Paul as if he weren’t in the room. Sue recounted how she had let slip the fact that she and Rick had been slipping Paul female hormones disguised as vitamins. Rick thought this was hysterical and said, “Well now that the secret is out we can be more open about our intentions for the little sissy bitch. Not only are we growing a nice set of boobies for the little sissy, I have some other plans for “her” as well”.
This piqued Sue’s interest and she leaned in and asked what kind of plans. Rick said, “Well first off I have a friend who’s a plastic surgeon and he’s agreed to fill out the sissies hips to make her look more womanly. Also he’ll inject the wimp’s lips to make them fuller, like cocksucker lips. Also I was thinking she’ll need some piercings and tattoos as well”.
Sue was getting excited now and said, “Like piercing his ears?” Rick said, “Well, first off let’s start referring to the sissy as ‘she’ so she’ll grow accustomed to her new identity. And yes, her ears and after her boobs grow out her nipples too. I was thinking we’d come up the tattoo ideas together.”
Paul was beginning to squirm while listening to his wife and her lover plan out his future. Rick noticed his discomfort and said, “Calm down sissy, here’s a little present for you.” And the big man proceeded to let loose a loud fart right into the sissies face. Sue laughed as if this were the funniest thing ever while Rick went on to say, “Now make sure you sniff that all up so my lady doesn’t have to smell it or there’ll be trouble”. Paul, fearful of repercussions began taking in huge breaths of air through his nose almost gagging on the foul air he was now trapped with. As their sissy struggled to inhale the nasty fart, the two lovers continued their conversation.
Sue said, “How about we have a little pink heart tattooed on one of her boobies?” “That’s a great idea”, said Rick. “I was also thinking we could have ‘Property of Rick and Sue’ stenciled on her ass”.
“Oh that’s lovely!” Sue said. “But honey, I’m wondering that since we’re going through the trouble of plastic surgery for her hips and lips, why not just get her tits done too. That way she’ll have nice girly boobies sooner”.
“Great idea”, Rick said. “I’ll talk to my friend and set it up for this weekend”. At this, Paul began to sob quietly, his shoulders shaking. Rick smiled and said, “I think our sissy likes the idea, she’s weeping tears of joy right now”. Sue laughed and said, “Well then we better get you undressed before you get sissy tears all over your pants”.
The two lovers got up from the table and started toward the bedroom with Rick glancing over his shoulder at the poor hubby still crouched under the table saying, “Clean up the dishes then join us in the bedroom sissy. We will certainly need your cleanup services soon”. As the big black man walked away Paul said quietly, “Yes sir, right away sir” and sniffed away another tear.
After 20 or 30 minutes Paul had finished cleaning up the kitchen and slowly made his way back to the bedroom he used to share with his wife. That room now belonged to Sue and Rick. Everything in Paul’s life now belonged to Sue and Rick. Rick was the man of the house now and Paul was merely a servant doing the bidding of the large black man.
As Paul neared the room he could hear his wife moaning and crying out in ecstasy from the hard fucking she was receiving from her powerful lover. Paul knocked on the door to the bedroom and waited for admission. “Yeah, sissy get your ass in here” he heard Rick yell from within. Paul opened the door and crept into the room at first noticing the smell of sex permeating the air. The room was humid and the scent of the two sweaty writhing bodies was almost overwhelming. As Paul entered the room the two lovers came apart and each lay on their back on either side of the bed staying close enough to touch. Rick had his arm around Sue and was gently massaging her left breast with his hand. Sue purred contentedly and snuggled into her lover’s embrace as they both looked toward Paul.
Paul curtseyed to the lovers on the bed as he’d been taught to do each time he entered the room. Rick smirked at the sissy loser and said, “Wow, sissy your wife is something else. She almost rubbed the skin off my dick the way she fucked me. Not that you’d ever know that. You could never last long enough to find out. Isn’t that right wimp?” Paul lowered his eyes and said in a quivering voice, “Yes sir. I could never last long enough to actually feel how wonderful a lover my wife is. Only a real man like you can please her and satisfy her desires.”
Rick stretched out and motioned toward his soft, but still quite large cock. Paul moved as if in a trance and crawled onto the bed. Sticking his ass up into the air he lowered his mouth to the huge organ and slowly started licking it clean of Sue and Rick’s juices. Rick was uncircumcised so Paul had to work hard to get under the skin and clean the huge cock to perfection. It took more than 20 minutes of licking and sucking before Rick was satisfied that his cock was clean. He snapped his fingers and Paul moved on to clean his wife only to find her stopping him with her hand in his face.
“Rick honey, don’t you think the sissy should never be allowed to taste my pussy? I mean it’s all for you now dear and I’m not a lesbian so I’d rather not have a girl licking me down there.” Rick thought for a moment and said, “You’re right dear, we shouldn’t allow this sissy the pleasure of tasting your perfect pussy unless she’s licking it off my cock. Instead why don’t we have her use a nice warm cloth to clean you up?” Rick then snapped his fingers at Paul again and said, “You heard me sissy, get a cloth to clean my lady”. Paul moved off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean his wife’s crotch. Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, Rick walked in blocking the door. “I need to piss sissy”, the big man said. Paul whimpered and slowly dropped to his knees near the toilet. This was unfortunately a familiar position for Paul, one he hated more than most of the humiliations he’d been put through.
Rick stepped up to the toilet and smiled down at the degraded husband. He put his hands on his hips and waited for Paul to do the rest. As he’d done many times, Paul moved his head forward and took Rick’s cock between his lips from the side using his tongue to steady it. Paul held the cock using his lips and tongue like fingers on the shaft and aimed at the toilet. As Rick began to piss Paul could feel the fluid rushing through the shaft of muscle between his lips. His aim was off slightly and some of the piss splashed on the rim of the toilet before Paul was able to direct the stream into the water. Rick sighed contentedly while he emptied his bladder smiling at the subservient hubby acting as a urinal caddy for his massive cock. As the last drops of piss splashed into the bowl Rick said, “Shake it piss boy” and Paul gently shook his head up and down do dislodge a few stubborn drops of amber liquid.
Rick patted the sissy on the head calling her a good girl before laughing and walking back to the bedroom. “Oh”, he said turning back, “Clean the rim too”. Paul didn’t hesitate to obey as he bent over and licked up the piss that had initially splashed onto the toilet’s rim. The foul liquid was salty and now cold from the toilet and tasted as terrible as it smelled. “God damn, what the fuck happened to make you such a worthless little bitch?” Rick asked shaking his head and watching the humiliated hubby licking up his piss. Paul only lowered his eyes and said in a dead voice, “Thank you for allowing me to taste your delicious piss sir”. He’d been trained too well to say anything else. Rick laughed and said, “Heel girl” while turning and walking out of the room. Paul crawled behind the strong black man his face mere inches from his powerful ass. As the duo reached the bedroom Rick stopped suddenly so that Paul’s face went right up into his ass crack. Sue saw this and started laughing immediately. “Wow, that sissy really wants to kiss your ass babe”, she said to Rick.
Rick chuckled and said, “Oh he’ll get his chance”. Rick climbed back into bed with his woman and called the sissy to join them. Rick lay on his side facing Sue and began gently rubbing her tits. “Lick my hole for a while bitch while I talk to your wife”, he demanded of the subdued Paul. Paul crawled into position so his face was wedged into Rick’s ass crack and began to gently lap up and down the rank crevice. This was another chore that Paul was too familiar with and he settled into a comfortable pace of licking the ass of the man who’d stolen his wife.
While Paul slaved away at his ass, Rick said to Sue, “So babe I’ve been thinking of something else. If we’re going to turn this sissy bitch into a real sissy fuck doll, maybe she needs a chick’s name. What do you think?” Sue clapped her hands together in glee and said, “What a great idea honey! I love it! But what should we call her?” Rick said, “Whatever it is should be extra girly and soft just like her. So Paula is just too easy, so is Pauline. We need something more creative. Maybe Chrissie? Or Janie?”
“No” Sue said, “I have it. It was the name of my dog when I was a little girl. Daisy! It should be Daisy!”
Rick roared with laughter and said, “That’s perfect. Daisy it is. What do you think asslicker? Do you like your new name?” Paul knew better than to stop what he was doing so he spoke directly into Rick’s asshole when he mumbled, “I love it sir. It fits a sissy like me perfectly”.
And so it was settled. Paul became Daisy just like that. The poor defeated husband kept licking his master’s rank hole while the big black man fondled and made out with Sue. Paul’s face was sweating away his makeup and smearing it into Rick’s muscular ass. The sweat as salty as it was still tasted better to the poor hubby than the disgusting hole he was cleaning with his tongue. He licked and sucked at Rick’s hole, making out with it like he was kissing a beautiful woman. Paul knew he would never again know the feeling of kissing a beautiful woman and in fact knew that he would soon be trained to only have sex with men if Rick and Sue kept going the way they were. So Paul directed all of his passions into making out with Rick’s asshole. He moaned like a lover and shoved his tongue as far up the hole as he could. Paul was starting to feel proud of the way he felt Rick’s body responding and thought he was doing a wonderful job. That is until Rick slapped Paul’s head and said, “Enough fag! Damn you are one horny little asslicker. That’s enough. I need to concentrate on my woman. Go work on the laundry or clean my other rims or something Daisy. I can’t have you enjoying my ass like that. It’s weird”. With that Rick turned back to Sue and began making out with her again.
Paul was stunned. That’s what was weird he thought? Of all the humiliating things Paul had been forced to do, that was the weird thing? The fact that he was trying to do a good job was weird? Paul crawled from the bedroom to the sound of his wife saying, “Oh baby I love your cock so much, fuck me again stud”.
Paul crawled out to the garage and began the tedious task of licking clean the rims of Rick’s car. As the hard concrete of the garage floor dug into his knees Paul, now Daisy began to cry imagining what new horrors tomorrow would bring and what changes he could expect to his body in the coming months.
