So much had happened in the past few months that sometimes I wake up in the morning and my head is spinning. A few short months ago I was a high powered executive with a six figure salary, a beautiful wife, a nice home, and a deep burning desire to be a cuckold husband. I wake up in my pink canopied bed, with my small pink chest at the foot of the bed with a life size model of Sir Thomas's cock and balls on it, which I pray to every night. In the kitchen there is another replica of Sir Thomas's cock and balls made of rubber that I must pour all my food into and suck it like a baby drinking from a bottle.
I've been completely feminized and am forced to wear a pink Baby Doll complete with a platinum blonde wig. I have lost my job and am now relegated to serving Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas's every need and whim. My emotions range from heartbreak to jealousy to anger to excitement, to love. And through it all I continue on the journey because I love her that much.
I've become proficient in all manner of household duties. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, and housework, manicures and pedicures, massages. You name it I do it. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas need not lift a finger around the house; they want for nothing because I'm there to give it to them. And the humiliation continues to thrill me. They seem to delight in the endless ways to humiliate me. Take the other night for example, after dinner Miss Suzanne said while I cleaned the dishes her and Sir Thomas were going to the bedroom. She told me I'd find a box on my bed with an outfit in it and I was to put in on and come to their bedroom.
I finished the dishes hurriedly wondering what lay in store for me. Inside the box on the bed was a pink cheerleader's outfit with pink pom poms. I put the outfit on and took the pom poms and made my way to the master bedroom. As I walked in they both broke out in laughter. Miss Suzanne told me she thought it would be fun for me to cheer Sir Thomas on as he was fucking her and told me to let them see my best cheers.
I had no idea what to do so I started shaking the pom poms and moving around. Sir Thomas got out of bed and grabbed a belt and started swinging it and hitting my ass and legs which made me jump around more and caused Miss Suzanne to laugh and cheer him on. I began to cheer him on and spell his name out like I had heard cheerleaders do in high school and finally when he was satisfied the beating stopped. He returned to the bed and they fell into a hot embrace and began making love while I continued cheering from the foot of the bed.
I cheered for a solid hour until they came in huge explosion of passion. Miss Suzanne told me I could stop crawl between her legs and clean up Sir Thomas's cum from her soaking pussy. Meekly, I obeyed and when she was satisfied she took Sir Thomas's limp, glistening, very big cock in her hand and told me the job wasn't done yet. I licked and sucked Sir Thomas's cock until he pushed me aside and told me to go get them some drinks and run a shower for him. After serving them drinks, Sir Thomas made his way to the shower and told me to follow. He instructed me to strip get into the shower and wash him. This was a first, but I obediently took off my cheerleader's outfit and climbed into the shower and began to soap up his muscular body.
He pushed me to my knees and told me to soap his cock and balls. I began to wash his private area and he took his cock and slapped me repeatedly in the face telling me how I was his to with as he pleased. That I was nothing more to him than a piece of property and that if it wasn't for Miss Suzanne I'd be out on the street with nothing. Roughly he took his cock and forced it into my mouth and grabbed my head and guided it on and off his huge shaft until I could feel him starting to cum. A rush of hot liquid coated my mouth and throat as he shot his load and I swallowed every drop. He left me kneeling in the shower as he got out and went to join Miss Suzanne in the living room. I hung my head and wondered what had become of me and where I was headed.
My servitude continued and somewhere deep inside me I kept convincing myself that it was out of my love for my wife. In reality she had ceased being my wife long ago. We never did couple things anymore, it was common knowledge amongst our circle of friends that she and Sir Thomas were an item and that he attended all the social occasions that I used to attend with her. In reality, I was no more than a slave to their lust and passion. They say everyone's perception is their reality, and in my perception I was being a good and loving husband taking care of my wife's needs. Oh I knew deep inside what everyone else saw and what they must have thought of me. I heard the snickers and jeers as I made my way through our small town running errands wearing my pink velour tracksuit.
I have to admit there was an excitement that threaded into the fabric of my daily life. I was constantly aroused to be dressed however they wanted me, knowing that I was being humiliated and at the same time the humiliation excited me. During this whole time the one thing that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas never really cared about was how, when or if I had any kind of sexual release. They left it up to me. I could cum whenever I wanted which was a real double edged sword. On the one hand if I came when I was excited, the moment I ejaculated I was no longer in that state of excitement and serving and being humiliated became harder to deal with. On the other hand, the longer I held out the more subservient I became. I tried to wait until what I thought was a convenient time to cum such as late at night while they were sleeping, but it never failed that the moment I came I would be summoned to their room to perform some degrading sexual act.
It wasn't until later that I found out they had installed hidden cameras throughout the house including in my room. So I was constantly being watched and monitored, which led to more excitement when I had an orgasm, knowing they may or may not be watching me. Constantly being on camera made me super aware of my appearance and my actions around the house. I found myself becoming even more subservient with the knowledge that I was possibly being watched. Finding myself on my knees scrubbing tiny corners of the floor that I probably otherwise would've overlooked. At night I would sometimes try to put on a 'show? to entertain my Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas hoping they were watching. I would go to my room and make love to my pillow as if it were a woman shooting my load all over it and then sleeping on it for their amusement.
The two of them took to tormenting me even more once they viewed my little shows, sometimes forcing me to perform for them in person. One night while they lounged around the living room watching a movie, Miss Suzanne instructed me to inflate a blow up doll she had purchased for me and make love to it while they laughed and derided me. Her only instructions were that I was not to cum until the movie was over, so there I was forced to make out and fondle a plastic blow up doll, fucking it until I was ready to ejaculate and then stop. The constant arousal had me almost in tears wanting to cum. Finally when the movie ended I looked to them for permission to cum, and Miss Suzanne told me to crawl over and suck Sir Thomas hard for her. After bringing him to his full hardness she literally took matters into her own hands and continued to suck him off. They then ordered me to finish making love to my doll and told me to be very vocal telling it I loved it and kissing and sucking on it while I shot my load into the plastic pussy of the doll. They both became hysterical with laughter and ordered me to clean the doll's pussy with my tongue which provided even more cause for humiliation for me and laughter for them.
I've been completely feminized and am forced to wear a pink Baby Doll complete with a platinum blonde wig. I have lost my job and am now relegated to serving Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas's every need and whim. My emotions range from heartbreak to jealousy to anger to excitement, to love. And through it all I continue on the journey because I love her that much.
I've become proficient in all manner of household duties. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, and housework, manicures and pedicures, massages. You name it I do it. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas need not lift a finger around the house; they want for nothing because I'm there to give it to them. And the humiliation continues to thrill me. They seem to delight in the endless ways to humiliate me. Take the other night for example, after dinner Miss Suzanne said while I cleaned the dishes her and Sir Thomas were going to the bedroom. She told me I'd find a box on my bed with an outfit in it and I was to put in on and come to their bedroom.
I finished the dishes hurriedly wondering what lay in store for me. Inside the box on the bed was a pink cheerleader's outfit with pink pom poms. I put the outfit on and took the pom poms and made my way to the master bedroom. As I walked in they both broke out in laughter. Miss Suzanne told me she thought it would be fun for me to cheer Sir Thomas on as he was fucking her and told me to let them see my best cheers.
I had no idea what to do so I started shaking the pom poms and moving around. Sir Thomas got out of bed and grabbed a belt and started swinging it and hitting my ass and legs which made me jump around more and caused Miss Suzanne to laugh and cheer him on. I began to cheer him on and spell his name out like I had heard cheerleaders do in high school and finally when he was satisfied the beating stopped. He returned to the bed and they fell into a hot embrace and began making love while I continued cheering from the foot of the bed.
I cheered for a solid hour until they came in huge explosion of passion. Miss Suzanne told me I could stop crawl between her legs and clean up Sir Thomas's cum from her soaking pussy. Meekly, I obeyed and when she was satisfied she took Sir Thomas's limp, glistening, very big cock in her hand and told me the job wasn't done yet. I licked and sucked Sir Thomas's cock until he pushed me aside and told me to go get them some drinks and run a shower for him. After serving them drinks, Sir Thomas made his way to the shower and told me to follow. He instructed me to strip get into the shower and wash him. This was a first, but I obediently took off my cheerleader's outfit and climbed into the shower and began to soap up his muscular body.
He pushed me to my knees and told me to soap his cock and balls. I began to wash his private area and he took his cock and slapped me repeatedly in the face telling me how I was his to with as he pleased. That I was nothing more to him than a piece of property and that if it wasn't for Miss Suzanne I'd be out on the street with nothing. Roughly he took his cock and forced it into my mouth and grabbed my head and guided it on and off his huge shaft until I could feel him starting to cum. A rush of hot liquid coated my mouth and throat as he shot his load and I swallowed every drop. He left me kneeling in the shower as he got out and went to join Miss Suzanne in the living room. I hung my head and wondered what had become of me and where I was headed.
My servitude continued and somewhere deep inside me I kept convincing myself that it was out of my love for my wife. In reality she had ceased being my wife long ago. We never did couple things anymore, it was common knowledge amongst our circle of friends that she and Sir Thomas were an item and that he attended all the social occasions that I used to attend with her. In reality, I was no more than a slave to their lust and passion. They say everyone's perception is their reality, and in my perception I was being a good and loving husband taking care of my wife's needs. Oh I knew deep inside what everyone else saw and what they must have thought of me. I heard the snickers and jeers as I made my way through our small town running errands wearing my pink velour tracksuit.
I have to admit there was an excitement that threaded into the fabric of my daily life. I was constantly aroused to be dressed however they wanted me, knowing that I was being humiliated and at the same time the humiliation excited me. During this whole time the one thing that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas never really cared about was how, when or if I had any kind of sexual release. They left it up to me. I could cum whenever I wanted which was a real double edged sword. On the one hand if I came when I was excited, the moment I ejaculated I was no longer in that state of excitement and serving and being humiliated became harder to deal with. On the other hand, the longer I held out the more subservient I became. I tried to wait until what I thought was a convenient time to cum such as late at night while they were sleeping, but it never failed that the moment I came I would be summoned to their room to perform some degrading sexual act.
It wasn't until later that I found out they had installed hidden cameras throughout the house including in my room. So I was constantly being watched and monitored, which led to more excitement when I had an orgasm, knowing they may or may not be watching me. Constantly being on camera made me super aware of my appearance and my actions around the house. I found myself becoming even more subservient with the knowledge that I was possibly being watched. Finding myself on my knees scrubbing tiny corners of the floor that I probably otherwise would've overlooked. At night I would sometimes try to put on a 'show? to entertain my Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas hoping they were watching. I would go to my room and make love to my pillow as if it were a woman shooting my load all over it and then sleeping on it for their amusement.
The two of them took to tormenting me even more once they viewed my little shows, sometimes forcing me to perform for them in person. One night while they lounged around the living room watching a movie, Miss Suzanne instructed me to inflate a blow up doll she had purchased for me and make love to it while they laughed and derided me. Her only instructions were that I was not to cum until the movie was over, so there I was forced to make out and fondle a plastic blow up doll, fucking it until I was ready to ejaculate and then stop. The constant arousal had me almost in tears wanting to cum. Finally when the movie ended I looked to them for permission to cum, and Miss Suzanne told me to crawl over and suck Sir Thomas hard for her. After bringing him to his full hardness she literally took matters into her own hands and continued to suck him off. They then ordered me to finish making love to my doll and told me to be very vocal telling it I loved it and kissing and sucking on it while I shot my load into the plastic pussy of the doll. They both became hysterical with laughter and ordered me to clean the doll's pussy with my tongue which provided even more cause for humiliation for me and laughter for them.
