Sissy Marriage

A Change in a Sissy Marriage:

As a sissy, it is natural for you to want to change your marriage, to change the way your wife views you, treats you, has sex with you…. to share your sissiness, your softness, your submissiveness with your wife. This is one of the popular themes for a phone session – what happens when your wife

  • discovers you are a sissy
  • knows that you are crossdressing
  • acknowledges that you are not man enough to satisfy her
  • enjoys your submissive sissy self
  • tells you that she is sleeping with other men
  • wants you to watch while she has sex with other men
  • wants to dress you up in front of her boyfriend

and more!

A Change in Our Marriage – The Sissy Cuckold

The story “A Change in Our Marriage – The Sissy Cuckold” starts with  a wife catching her husband looking at cuckold web sites. She decides that she would like to cuckold her husband, and begins to feminize him…  Her “loving accommodation of her husband” is one way to initiate ‘a change in the marriage’. Of course, there are other possibilities. Call me at 866-577-4779 to discuss the many other possibilities….

Sissy Fag Cinderella

You feel like a Sissy Fag Cinderella, standing at the center of the party, totally charmed, chatting about hair
salons and the woman at Nordstroms who let you try a dozen different lipsticks and then persuaded you to get a makeover while in the store, with everyone watching! How you are in fact wearing the very makeup from that makeover! You love this kind of female stuff. You feel your pocket book dangling over your wide well exercised Pilates-pumped, well walked ass… you love walking like a girl…it feels so right, so……sissy!

The thought that you are such a sissy, all dressed up and at the party…makes your tiny little penis
stick up and your tiny little oversensitive nipples bud. You are a sissy fag, on a blind date as a
woman, presenting yourself as a well off middle aged career woman, fully perfumed, fully jeweled,
dressed by your stylist and hungry for cock.

You ask one of the women where the Ladies Room is and loving the fact that this is now your rightful destination, you head toward the “Powder Room” – it says “Powder Room” on the door. You are so happy you are giggling, and now you get to do what other women do, sit down and pee, then check your makeup. Oh..sitting down to pee…..not even man enough to stand and pee anymore. You think about how useless you are to your wife …your penis getting smaller, your balls shrinking… You enter the stall, and go about the entire process of hiking up your dress, pulling down the pantyhose, then the panties, feeling for your tiny dick…you actually have to dig for it hidden in the folds of your scrotum and loose skin.

You pee, wipe it dry just like a girl, tuck it back, and balance on those beautiful high heels you bought along with the makeup and the dress and the lingerie. You flush with your shoe and glance into the mirror. Pretty woman!.. pretty hair, pretty makeup, pretty face … love the nails, the cleavage, the smooth arms… your little nipples wake up and you feel… …a tiny sissy orgasm………perfect…just perfect. You put your lipstick back in your purse, and you wiggle out of the Powder Room, perfumed and moist and ready to prove to your Mistress that you really are a sissy fag Cinderella…

For more stories and sissy news, go to, Mistress Alexa’s original website.

When you were young….

She was your babysitter. Well, not exactly. She was 17 and you were …12? 13? She came straight after school, and she went to a girl’s school — so she wore a uniform. Tights, short Scottish skirt, white blouse which toward the end of highschool was much too tight for her largish breasts and through which you could count every single flower on her very lacy bra.

Then when you were home for Christmas, you saw her. And you felt the same way you did when you were 12. She made you want to put on her panties. She made you want to sit on her lap and smell her hair. She made you want to dress up for her….


A Cuckold Story

TITLE: HENPECKED (A Cuckold Story)

Author: C.D.E.


Copyright c JULY 1999 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use withthis notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, ToRepresent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckolds, Dominant Wife, Sexual Domination, Male on Male Sex )


Some say I’m a henpecked Pollyanna husband.  I disagree withthem.  Just because I trust my wife, as well as do a lot of thehousehold chores, including the laundry, cleaning bathrooms, washingdishes, and cooking many of the meals, is no reason for people to sayI’m henpecked.  I see it as natural for a husband to help out aroundthe home.  Sure my wife doesn’t work, but that doesn’t mean she hastime to do everything.

I don’t mind coming in from a busy day at work and helping herout by washing a sink full of dirty dishes and cooking dinner for thefamily.  After all, a marriage is a partnership, isn’t it?

I admit that sometimes she’s waiting for me to come home so shecan go out with her girlfriends.  Sure, she expects me to cook, clean,and baby-sit our three kids that are ages 2,4, and 6 years old, whileshe’s out.  So what about it?  After all she’s been busy all day takingcare of the kids and doing things around the house.

Sometimes, I find it difficult to detect what she’s done, but sheassures me they are things that are important to her.  I do notice thatshe changes the linen on our bed frequently, sometimes 4 or 5 times aweek.  She doesn’t change the other beds nearly as much, or at all,since I do the laundry almost all the time.

When I wash the sheets from our bed, I notice they are starchyand stiff in places.  Whatever she keeps spilling on them while she’sin the bed during the day, has a very musty, somewhat gamy, andslightly stale pungent smell.  I asked her about them and she said itwas a health food diet drink that she drank to keep her weight undercontrol.  She apologized for making such a mess with the concoction inbed.

I just found out that our kids occasionally spend a lot of timeswith their grandmothers while I’m at work.  My wife says she needs sometime to herself around the house.  I can understand that, who doesn’tneed some time to themselves?

Once, a nosy neighbors wanted to know who the different men werethat she sees over at my house while I’m at work.  I told her my wifemanages the house and I was sure they were there to take care of somerepair or another, or to see my wife about some family business matter. I told her my wife likes to make sure everything is in tip topcondition.  The neighbor looked at me strange when I let her know mywife believes in preventive maintenance, and calls out repairmen tocheck things even when there is nothing wrong with them.

Even some of my relatives get on me about being henpecked and being a Pollyanna.  They say I let my wife walk over like a doormat andthat I’ll believe anything she tells me.An uncle once told me I was a fool not to see that none of ourkids looked anything like me.  I told him just what my wife told me,when I asked her the same exact question about our kids.  She said thatkids can genetically reach back and look like anybody in the family, upto several hundred years in the past.  She showed me some handwrittennotes of hers, where she’d done research on heredity and genetics.  Hernotes indicated exactly what she’d told me.  I don’t know what moreproof anyone can want than the results of such hard research. Justbecause they don’t favor me or my side of the family, or hers eitherfor that matter, is no reason for my uncle to imply that my wife hasbeen unfaithful and birthed children by another man.  How low can somepeople get?

He went on to say that they favored three previous boyfriends sheused to date.  Again, my wife did her research and showed me her notes. They indicated that there is more than an a 85% possibility thatsomebody you know in a town will favor someone else, including facialresemblance, and hair and eye color.  Therefore, it’s just a remotematter of chance that our kids favor three of her former boyfriends.  Ishowed him my wife’s notes and told my uncle he should mind his ownbusiness and stop being a rabble-rouser.

It’s a shame to have to gather such undeniable facts to proveyour relatives wrong, but that’s the way it is sometimes.

However, I do worry about my wife’s safety.  You see when shegoes out with her girlfriends, their cars keep breaking down and mywife has had to get rides home, very late at night from chivalrous, butstrange, gentleman willing to help out a lady in distress.

I also worry about her coming home so late at night, generallyafter 2AM most nights during the week and occasionally even later onthe weekends.  One time she left Friday night and finally made it homeSunday afternoon around 3PM.  She did call several times to let me knoweverything was alright.

She and her girlfriends went away on a weekend shopping trip.  Mywife said she saw many, many bargains, but declined to purchaseanything, since she was trying to stay on her budget.  However, shetold me she thoroughly enjoyed looking at them.  I was proud of her forresisting being an impulse buyer.

However, there is one thing I can count on when she comes backhome, her amorous nature.  She feels so loving that she wants me tosuck her juicy snatch before and after she lets me fuck her.  She tellsme she’s so glad to see me is the reason she’s so juicy wet when wemake love those times. She literally wears me out at these times.  Ofcourse, anything over five minutes will do it for me, that’s why myoral efforts are a key part of our sex life.


To help out with the family budget, my wife recently got a job.She works at the same company one of her girlfriends is employed at.

I think the job for my wife has really worked out well.  She hasmade several new friends at work.  I’m glad that she’s startedassociating with more responsible professional people.  At least nowwhen she comes in from working late, or being at some after worksocial, or office party, several of her male co-workers have been niceenough to escort her home.  Often one or more of the men from theoffice would drive her home in our car while another car would follow,to pickup the driver. It sure is good to know your wife is getting aride home with people she knows, versus some stranger offering her aride home.

Sometimes, my wife is so tired from working late, or having toattend the mandatory office parties, that she staggers into the house,showers and goes straight to bed.  She sure must get a lot of jobsatisfaction from her work, for she has the biggest smile on her facewhen she’s sleeping.  She’s also very dedicated to her work, for whileshe’s asleep, I often hear her call out the names of many of the menshe works with.  Usually it’s the ones who were nice enough to escorther home.

The only thing I don’t like about her office is that she can’tbring spouses to the social events and parties they have.  Oh well, themoney she makes is good.  I guess one can’t have everything.

My wife makes friends easily.  While she has many girlfriends atwork, she told me she has made friends with one of her male co-workersnamed Lee.  He’s single and never been married.  She says he and her find so much to talk about.  She enjoys talking to him and tells me howhandsome he is.  She told me their relationship is strictly platonic. A “pretend brother and sister thing”, in her words.

Their friendship formed in part because my wife helped him stopone of the married women in office from continually sexual harassinghim.

I applauded her efforts, after all the workplace should be freeof such stress and tension.

My wife and Lee have often stopped off on the way home and hadcocktails, and sometimes dinner.  They network, chit chat about officestuff, and office politics.  I, of course am at home, cooking andcleaning and taking care of our three little ones.

Since he’s new in town and trying to find a girl, my wife offersher help by showing him the right places to meet proper girls that shethinks might be suitable for him.  Apparently he likes her going alongwith him.  She told me this morning, Friday,  that they were going to a disco after work and that they also have plans to go to a nearby townand scout out places where he could frequent in his search for theright girl.  My wife thought it best they not drive back late at night,since both would be drinking.  So they packed bags to stay over. I thought that was a sensible idea since the possibility ofgetting a traffic ticket for drunk driving is a serious thing.

There is one positive aspects to their stopping off for cocktailsor helping Lee with his search for the right girl.  It’s that my wifeis hot and ready for sex when she comes in.  Her crotch is always veryjuicy and has that husky smell of lust.  In fact she told me she uses acunt perfume with that same name, that is, `Cunt Lust’.  She says shelikes the fragrance.

As many of you husbands know, it’s not always a smart thing todisagree with your wives on some things, like their choice of perfumesand make up, for example.  Even though her cunt perfume pleases her, itdoes have the aroma of funky sex.  That is, it smells like she’s beenhaving heavy sex.  Oh well, if that pleases her, what am I to say. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do to keep the peace aroundthe house.

Well anyway, she craves to have me make mouth love to her slicksyrupy juicy bushy snatch.

She finally invited Lee over and introduced him to me.  He waseverything she said he was.  Tall, muscular and handsome.  I thought wethree were suppose to go out to dinner together that evening.  I hadeven contacted a babysitter.  Then my wife reminded me of something.

“Honey I thought you overheard me make reservations for two, Leeand I, not three, sweetie.”  She said politely.I could see Lee smiling at my blunder. How dumb of me.  She’sright. I just wasn’t thinking.

“Plus darling, Lee and I are going by a bar or two and a discolater.  You know you don’t like to dance much, plus you’d complainabout how loud the music is anyway.  It’s probably better you stay homewith the kids.  Tell you what honey, the babysitter money you save,I’ll let you add that to your allowance for next week.  Consider it abonus from me for failing to make it clear about this evening’sarrangements.”

“Thanks dear.”  I replied to my wife as she and Lee left.  I wasstill flush in the face at my blunder.  But I was thankful my wife didhelp me save face by taking some of the blame for the mix up.  At leastmaybe I didn’t look too dumb in front of her co-worker.  You know whatthey say about first impressions.  Anyway, at least I had theconsolation of getting the babysitter fee we’d ordinarily have to pay. My wife is truly a gem.

As I called the babysitter to cancel her out, I was happilythinking of how I was going to spend the extra $20 my wife was going toadd to my weekly $15 allowance.

Speaking of finances, that’s another reason my relatives say I’m henpecked.  Just because my check is totally managed by my wife and shegives me a weekly allowance is no reason to say that.  I think she doesa good job.  Plus, I don’t have to worry about household finances inaddition to all the other household chores and tasks I do.  What do myrelatives think I am, superman or something?

The kids and I have fun spending quality time together, whiletheir mother was out with Lee.  So that they would understand why shewas gone, we’ve agreed to say she’s out with him on work business.

I put the kids to bed and watched some late TV before turning in.

Since it was Saturday night, I stayed up later than usual,however, I turned in around 2 AM.  It was 4 AM when I felt my wifecrawl in bed beside me.  She woke with a kiss.  This time even her kisssmelled like her cunt perfume.  Maybe it was my being foggy from wakingup.

“Honey feel how wet and gooey my pussy is from thinking about youwhile I was out with Lee.”  She said as she guided my hand to her hotdamp cunt.  Her dense bush was quite slimy from her pussy fluids.

“Here baby, taste this appetizer before you eat my full pussypie.”  She cooed as she placed one of her fingers to my lips.

As was the routine, she straddled my head with her face towardthe foot of the bed and plopped her very damp crotch on my face so thather twat slot found my tongue.

A she gyrated her wet snatch over my face and suckling mouth, hersex juices seem to rain down as I swallowed as fast as I could to keepfrom choking.  For some reason, her cunt perfume was stronger tonightand she tasted more full bodied.

Tonight she did something she seldom does.  She started handlingmy throbbing prick.  It was so good to have her handle it, but the moreI feasted on her pussy pie and the more she fondled me, the more Irealized I might not be able to hold back.  I tried to warn her, buther own orgasm was approaching and even though I tried to push her offme the more she pushed back with her legs.  In addition, I know shedidn’t do it on purpose, but she increased her hand action on my prick. I struggled, but it was no use.  Soon she had me at the point of noreturn.  I shot my load as she rode my face to a very stirring orgasm. She gyrated her wet hot sex over my face for at least a minute aftershe came.  I presume she was feeling the afterglow.  Another thing,since her thighs were almost closed around my ears, I thought I heardher saying “Oh Lee!” “Oh Lee!” while she was getting off.  Later shelet me know that was not the case.

“Honey, I was saying `oh gee’.  That’s because your eat out wassooo gooood darling.”  She cooed to me.  “I know you didn’t get anytonight, but you can feel solace in knowing you really did my pussyproud tonight.”  She said as she turned over and went to sleep almostinstantly.

As she said, I only got a hand job, but I did feel good that I’dpleased her so well.

My wife continued to help Lee try and find the right girl forsome time.  In fact two years from the time I first met him, they werestill going out searching on weeknights and weekends. I continued tobaby-sit while they did.

Then one Saturday afternoon, about three months into their thirdyear of searching, my wife and Lee sat down with me in the dinningroom, while the kids were in the family room watching TV.

“Honey, look at this.  Over here”  My wife said as I looked overto where she’d put her hand.

My eyes popped opened like an owl, and as wide, as I saw hergrasp the outline of a huge erection in Lee’s trousers.  I wasspeechless.  No words came out of my mouth.

“I know you’re surprised too dear, and so am I.  That is, that hewould get that way because of me.  I thought he and I were more likebrother and sister, and above arousing each other.  But apparently hisnot having a girl to take care of problems like this, is the reason.Look at the size of him honey.  He’s so much larger than your littlething.”  My wife said with a gleeful tone in her voice.

I cringed at her words. I know she didn’t mean to hurt orembarrass me.  Her words just came out the wrong way.

“But, Lee, I guess in all honesty, I guess I can’t blame you. After all, it has been over two years and we haven’t found you a girlyet.  So that means he hasn’t had any in over two years honey.  Can youimagine going that long with out some or jerking off?”  My wife saidwith a slight frown on her face.

“Actually it’s been two years, two months and three weeks.”  Leesaid softly in his masculine voice.  “I need sex.”  He added.

I still sat quiet not knowing what to say.

“I’ve read it’s not good for men with large cocks to jerk off.” My wife said in a serious almost authoritative manner.  “You see, it’ssuppose to have something to do with big cocks needing a warm wetreceptacle, like a juicy cunt, so that when they ejaculate, thepressure of them shooting off is cushioned by the back pressure createdby their gushing cum bouncing off the interior of a warm wet pussy. Otherwise ejaculating in air, or without the back pressure that’screated by being in a pussy, could lead to future health problems forhim.”

Still dumfounded, I again looked at my wife.  I knew she did alot of reading, but I was aghast at such a profound understanding ofthe topic of which she spoke.

“Well Francis honey, Since masturbation is not an option, theonly right thing for me to do is to commit incest to solve thisproblem, since I’m somewhat to blame.”  My wife said as she kept herhand on the bulge in Lee’s pants and gently fingered the outline of hisobviously large penis.  I knew it had to be at least two, if not threetimes larger than mine.

“I-Incest?”  I stammered as I looked from her moving fingers intoher dreamy eyes.

“Yes dear.  I must have sex with Lee.  All this time, he’s beenquietly suffering as we’ve gone on our searches.  I… no we must helphim out, that is my pretend brother, in his time of need.”

She went on to explain herself.  Again I was too shocked tospeak.  As I tried to process all that’d been said and was about toreply, she took Lee’s hand and led him to the master bedroom.

They were gone so quick that I had to catch up with them.  Theyhad even closed the door by the time I’d caught up with them.

When I entered, she had his pants down and was sucking on what Ihave to say is the largest prick I’ve ever been close to.

From her kneeling position, she signaled for me to close thedoor, which I did.  Again, I stood frozen, and again I was speechless. She continues to mouth him a few moments more.  I stood thereunbelieving what I was seeing.  You see, she’d always told me that shejust wasn’t into sucking a cock, which is what she was doing at thatmoment, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

She pulled her head away from his very rigid, what appeared to bean eight inch plus, and very thick cock.  The area where her mouth hadbeen was very wet and glistening.

“Honey, I know incest is wrong, even between `pretend’ brotherand sister as Lee and I are.  But right now, he’s suffering and it hasspread to me.  He’s got me aroused too.  I’m sooo hot.  I’ve got tohave his big thing in me.  Here baby, give me a hand, put a rubber onhim while I get undressed.”  My wife said as she threw a packagedcondom at me as I stood there.

I saw her rush to get out of her clothes while Lee did the same. In no time flat they were both totally nude.  I was still standingthere with the packaged prophylactic looking and feeling bewildered.

“C’mon honey, you know the doctor took me off the pill six monthsago for observation of side effects.  I’m unprotected.”

Lee offered to do it himself, but my wife insisted I do it.

“No I want you to participate!”  My wife said angrily as shelooked at me with lust laden eyes.  “Honey, this marriage is apartnership.  I feel I have to do this for failing to help him find theright girl.  If you desert me now, then I know you’re not the man Ithought you were. How can you stand there and let my pretend brothersuffer?  Just imagine if your prick was as big as his, can you see howmore intensified the throbbing and aching would be?  Now, are you readyto help solve the problem or not?  Are you a fair weather husband orare you a husband for all seasons when your wife needs your help?” Shesaid defiantly as she stood there with both hands on her hips.  Thescene was so unbelievable.  The silence was deafening as was the heataround my flushed face. Her breast seem swollen with desire.  Her nipples hard andprotruding. Her lush looming bush accented them as well as her veryshapely nude figure. It was obvious my wife was in heat.  Standing nextto her was her tall rippling muscle laden lover to be and his stoutjutting fuck tool.  Lee put an arm around her as I stood therethinking.

“Well?  Are you going to put it on or does he get meunprotected.”


“That’s right.  If you don’t put it on, we don’t use nothing.” My wife spoke defiantly. That did it, I knew I couldn’t let this go on without takingaction, after all I was not a fair weather husband.  I had to show someresponsibility here.

I tore open the foil package and removed the rubber.

Moments later I was leaving the room after doing my duty.

“Dear … Gasp! … You’d better go … Gasp! … check on thekids.  We … Gasp! … don’t want them … Gasp! … wandering inhere.  Anyway … Gasp! … it’s time for their … Gasp! … dinner. In fact why… Gasp! …  don’t you take them … Gasp! … out forburgers … Gasp! … and then go to … Gasp! … the park or …Gasp! …  something.  Look over … Gasp! … there in my purse …Gasp! … and get some money … Gasp! …”  My wife spoke from the bedas she tried to muffle the joy she was experiencing from the superiorsexing her pretend brother was giving her.

I did as my wife requested, as she was reveling in the humpingLee was giving her with his huge rigid tool of stiff throbbing meat.  Itried not to look as I went in her purse, but it was difficult not todo so.  I quietly shut the door tightly as I closed off the scene of mywife committing `pretend incest’.

The kids and I were gone slightly over three hours.  The wholetime I thought about what was going on back at our house in our masterbedroom.  I know my wife is very altruistic and always wants to helppeople, but this time I was wondering if she’d gone too far. She hadcommitted adultery pure and simple, even if it was a for a just cause. Sure I could identify with a man being in need if he hadn’t had sex intwo years.  Plus, I know being around a woman as beautiful as my Rosecould naturally get a man aroused. The more I thought about thesituation, I could see my wife’s point that she felt guilt at being thecause of his suffering. By the time I arrived back home, I was feelingmore sympathetic toward her actions, even if I wasn’t happy aboutanother man, better endowed, giving her better sex than I probably evercould.

Just as I was pulling in the driveway he was backing out.  Hewaived as he drove away.  He had a big smile.

I let the kids go next door to play with the neighbor’s children.

Inside, my wife was still in the bed, the sheets were damp withfucking juices.

“Honey, please forgive me for thinking you weren’t going tosupport me.  It really pleased me the way you put the rubber on Lee’sdick.”  My wife told me as she leaned over and kissed me on the side ofmy face. “Darling, I’m so juicy down there, just like when I get when Ithink about coming to your tongue when I’m out with the girls.  Itwould give me such a thrill if you’d suck my pussy now.  I really needit.”

“B-But…”  I protested.

“I know what you’re going to say honey.  But please show me youstill love me even though another man has truly fucked me in a way younever have.  Please.  It would mean so much to me.  Put aside yourthoughts of manly pride and just add to what Lee had done so well.Anyway, he did use a condom.  He just stirred up my cunt perfume andmade it all frothy down there.  That’s all.  Now, Don’t say a thing,just come here and love me with that beautiful tongue of yours.  I knowpeople say you’re henpecked because you’re a good husband and not amacho asshole.  A good husband also makes sure his wife is well pleasedin bed, no matter who does it or how it’s done.  That’s what being agood hubby and a man is all about darling.”

Her kind words made my self esteem go through the roof.  Howcould I not do what she desired.

As I sucked her wet gooey gamy muff, my wife had two very rousingorgasms.  The second one was the most intense I ever remember givingher.  She really had my face in a vise grip of her thighs when shecame.

After she settled down, she had some more news for me as well asa more practical reason for me to eat her out.

“It busted!”  I yelled.

“Yes it did honey.  It must’ve been after he came in me the thirdtime before either of us realized it.  Sure, I tried to towel as muchof his cum out as I could.  He put on another rubber and the same thinghappened when he came the fifth time.  This time he’d just laid on topof me with his big thing plugging my pussy tight as a wine keg, so weweren’t aware of the ruptured rubber until he pulled out about 20minutes later.  We were both worried about the consequences of what’dhappened, but he said that he’d heard that if someone sucked a pussyreal good, most if not all the sperm would be pulled out, and that thesucker’s saliva would act as an effective spermicide.”

I asked her why she chose to fool me and most of all why didn’the do the honors instead of waiting for me to return home.

“Well darling, he said I had up to two hours for the pussysucking treatment to work, and…, well I told him that since he was sotired from having worked so hard in putting cum in me, I thought itonly fair for you to share the work, you know getting it out.  Besides,that cunt perfume makes my cunt look and smell just like it did afterLee finished fucking me.  Raw, red, oozing, and bruised with almost thesame identical fragrance.”

We continued talking for a long while.  I let her know I wasquite upset at being fooled by her.  We also covered what we’d do ifthere was the possibility of a pregnancy.

“Honey, I hope you don’t force me to think about an abortion,because if I am pregnant, I choose to have it.  You see, I sinnedbecause I felt guilt at having caused him suffering for two years.  Therubber breaking was my way of being punished.  I therefore must pay thepiper.  I will bear his child if I’m pregnant.”

I told my wife I applauded her for being so noble and her desireto atone for her sin, even though there was an extenuatingcircumstance.  However, I let her know, I would forgive her for havingan abortion.  I also let her know that while the rest of our kidsdidn’t favor each other or anyone else in either our families, this onewould more than likely resemble Lee.  I tried to lay it out whatembarrassment it could cause each of us, including Lee.

“I understand your concern darling, but as the bearer of thischild, it is I who will carry the greater shame.  You and Lee willcarry your share, but not near as much as I.  Anyway, darling, you saidyou were a husband for all seasons, not just a fair weather husband, Ihope you meant it.  That is, that you’ll stand by me in my time ofshame.  The shame I’ll show when I go out shopping with another childthat’s carrying your name, but who everyone will know that is reallyLee’s.  I can hear the busy bodies at the office talking.”


I didn’t want to do it, but my wife had me go with her to theoffice to show off our new son, which my wife named Lee the Second.

Her reason.  The best way to head off malicious gossip is to havea strong offensive.  Show them that you know that Lee is the realfather and let everyone gawk and get it out of their system.  That waythe rumor burns itself out.”

I marveled at my wife’s logic, but wondered how I’d hold up inshe and Lees’ domain.

I ended up doing okay. But my wife and Lee did much better thanexpected.  They even had me take a picture of them with her holdingLittle Lee II.  People in the office gave me many strange looks.  Itried to avoid their eyes as much as I could.

After the visit to show off the baby, my wife prided me on beingso brave and told me she loved me more than anything.  That really mademe feel good.


Lee still wanted my wife’s help and she indicated she felt anobligation to do so, after all, they were still pretend brother andsister.

He thinks he’s so sly. I finally could see he was trying tosteal her from me, since he was having problems finding a girl. Hey I’m no fool. I know when I’m out classed in the prickdepartment.  I had to show what I could do to hold my own in a head tohead with him.  The only difference is that while he used his dickhead, I gave head.  I had to show him that I was willing to get downand dirty to save my wife and marriage.  I wasn’t going to let himsteal my woman, just because he couldn’t find one after looking forover two years.

So what, if she’d inadvertently had a baby from him.  Hey,accidents happen. He used his good looks, muscles and his big dick.  Therefore Ihad to used what worked best for me, my flitting tongue, lips, and goodsuction.  Sure I might have to suck up his spent cum to prove my lovefor my wife.  In fact it was because of this that I told him he was toochicken to eat her pussy after it was all creamy.  He conceded thatwhen it came to doing that, he let me know I was the better man.  Iknew I scored points with my wife, cause she said she’d never leave mecause I was just too good a sucker.  I beamed with pride as she said soin front of Lee.

My wife was now back on the pill.  One time after he’d fucked herfor about an hour straight, I followed up by diving right in her messymuff which he’d help make sloppy.  I brought my wife to a rousingorgasm.  She really got off better and louder than the three he’d givento her while I was waiting my turn to show my stuff. It just goes toshow that the end game is what it’s all about.

As I victoriously raised up from her gamy well sucked snatch,

My face was covered with their frothy syrupy milky melded cunt sexjuices. I saw him looking strangely at me with a smirking smile.  Iknew that was just a defensive look to save face.  He knew I’d bestedhim.


I’ve still prevailed after all this time.  Lee keeps trying tosteal my wife since he can’t find a girl. Another way I’ve gotten the beat of him was one time when he cameby the house to pick my wife.  They again going out on one of theircontinuing searches, for the elusive girl for him.  Well she was caughtup in traffic and wasn’t going to be home for a couple of hours.  Shehad the kids with her.

While he waited for her, he and I watched TV. He’d been out of town on business for two weeks.  He let me knowhe was quite horny and taunted me that he was sure he could talk mywife into giving some tonight on their date if they didn’t find him agirl.

“She might yield into temptation and give you some, but she’llalways come home to me.”  I replied confidently and smugly.

Lee and I were adversarial in a friendly manner, but notcombative.  I was glad, after all he has about six inches of height andfifty pounds over me.

Well like I was saying, he was quite horny.  As he talked aboutsexing my wife, I noticed he got an erection in his pants.  As usual,his erection was quite noticeable.  I don’t have that problem since mymuch smaller prick never caused such obscene images.

I laughed at his plight.  He kept telling me how good it wasgoing to be to soak his dick in my wife’s lush warm pussy.

Well, the more he talked the hornier he got.  I think my teasingwas getting to him when he told me “You keep on and you gonna help yourwife get some of the cum outta my dick.”

Well my wife finally made it home and they left for theircontinuing girl search for him.  However, I chuckled to myself as I wasbabysitting our six kids.  I thought how I’d beat Lee at his own game. I hadn’t planned for it to happened, but when he threatened to make mesuck his dick before my wife got home, I taunted him and made him thinkhe was scaring me into sucking him off.  I ended up drawing two heavyloads of hot viscous creamy cum off his balls.  Two less loads he won’tbe able to shoot into my wife’s juicy hot cunt.  I don’t think heunderstood how I’d tricked him.  I’m not a cocksucker, but in winningone’s wife back, everything is fair.  Isn’t it?

Sure my wife feels sorry for him and is still trying to help himfind a girl, that’s the main reason she’s accidentally had two morekids from him over the last five years.  However, I don’t let thatbother me.  I know I have the edge.  After all, she’s had a total ofthree kids from him, but hasn’t left me yet.  And every time he fucksher, she always comes home to me.  So what if her pussy is drippingwith his and her fuck juices?  She loves the kind of mouth love sheknows I’m good at. I don’t know what more proof Lee wants that shetruly loves me.

But Lee, the idiot he is, doesn’t see that he can’t prevailagainst the kind of love and sex I use to keep my wife from beingstolen by guys like him.  Plus, I have the last laugh, cause of themoney he’s put in  my pocket, that is, due to the three tax deductionshe’s given me – Lee II, Leahann, and Leeza.  I’m telling you, some guysjust don’t get it.



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The Merry Maid of Windsor

by: Cassandra Morgan

Billy embarrasses his wealthy parents by getting busted for possession of drugs… His parents arrange for his rehabilitation by sentencing him to 12 months at hard labor as a hotel maid at their high class Windsor Hotel

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"It didn't sound that bad, to be honest. I would help make a few beds.Run a vacuum over a floor. Change out the towels. Grunge work. It didn'tsound like fun, exactly, but it didn't sound difficult, either. Itwasn't a great deal different than working at the McDonald's drive-through window. I could do a year of this standing on my head."Mom," I said. "I know I've been a disappointment to you. But I'll dothis. I can be a male maid, and I'll make you proud.""Billy, that's nice of you to say," she said. "I'm glad to hear you'regoing to try. But who said you were going to be a male maid?""Excuse me?""Billy, you adjust to the job. It doesn't adjust to you. You'll be oneof the maids on the floor. Otherwise, you would draw attention toyourself, and we can't have that. You aren't a valet. You're a maid. No different. Every maid we have at the Windsor is female. Every one ofthem wear the same uniform. I expect you to wear it too."My stomach flipped. What was she saying? Me? Female? Uniform?"


Let’s play out a story: Secretary Nymphomaniac

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You have hired a new secretary but she turns out to be a teasing nymphomaniac – who comes to work without panties…

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Jamie’s Story – Part 3


Girls in Vegas (Finally)


We took a taxi to our hotel, Paris, and went to the check in counter.  The clerk looked us both up and down, and then said, “Welcome, ladies.  It is good to have you here.  Your suite is ready for you.”  Emma handed over her ID and credit card—my card, I noticed—and took care of the formalities.  “Why don’t you head up and I’ll have the bellman take up your bags.  I know you will have a memorable visit.”


We thanked them and started to head to the elevators, when the clerk called after us, “We had your flight information, so I’ve taken the liberty to send up a complementary gift.  I hope you enjoy it.  We always love having girls like you here.”


We waved thank him, and then I noticed the signs that proclaimed the Paris hotel as LGBT friendly.  I looked around, and I noticed a few girls who might have been crossdressers, but I couldn’t tell.  Emma had made all the arrangements and wanted to keep the itinerary a surprise, but I had to agree that she picked the right place.


I knew that the Pimp & Ho Party would also be at this hotel, and the advertisement and online chatter had made it clear that it was the most diverse such party anywhere.  There would be straight people, gay people, transgender people, white people, black people, and all other kinds of people.  In previous years, there was also representation of BDSM people as well as real pimps and prostitutes.  Basically, there were no rules except for trying to make others feel bad (unless they want to feel bad).


When we got to the room, we saw that there was a bottle of pink champagne waiting for us.  Emma opened it and poured us a couple of glasses.  “This is a toast to you, Jamie.  I can’t thank you enough for opening up to me.  A whole world of possibilities is now available.  I want you to know that I love you and always will, no matter what.”  We clinked glasses and savored the bubbly, but I had to wonder what “no matter what” meant.


The bellman delivered the bags and showed us around the suite.  It was large—a big sitting area with a sectional couch and ottoman, two bedrooms, and a huge master bath with a hot tub that could easily fit four people.  “Are you sure this isn’t too expensive, honey?”  I asked.


“Don’t worry about it baby.  It is all taken care of.  Don’t worry your newly pretty little head over it.”  I said OK while Emma tipped the bellman.


Emma said, “I don’t know about you, but I just want to relax today and take it easy tonight.  I’ve arranged an appointment for you today at 4—it is about 2PM now—to get you a makeup lesson and some clothes.  This will also allow us to confirm your sizes so you hooker costume fits perfectly for the party.  I’ll go with you to make sure everything is just right.”


I was delighted.  Finally, I’ll get a professional makeover and be able to appear as much like a woman as possible.  Emma told me to take a shower and clean my face—of any lipstick and anything else—and we would head out.


At 3 we caught a cab to Just You, a business specializing in male-to-female transformation makeovers.  Emma had been coordinating with Amy, the owner of Just You, for weeks and planned to use it as the base for dressing me and making me up.


We arrived a little early, and Amy greeted us enthusiastically.  “Emma!  I am so glad to finally meet you.  I have done everything we talked about, and I think that we will be ready for a great few days.”  When Amy finished hugging Emma, she turned to me, “Jamie—or should I say Jamie Littlecock?—I am so happy you are here.  Put yourself in my hands and I am sure that I can deliver on the vision that Emma shared with me.  You are going to be one happy girl, I promise!”


With that, Amy took me into the dressing room.  A previous client—who looked like a woman ready for a night on the prowl for men—waved goodbye as she left.

Amy said, “Jamie, what we are doing here is a complete makeover and dress to present you to the world as a sexy woman.  They way I work is to start from the very base level, so what I need you to do is to strip naked and stand on that little platform so I can see what I am working with.”  She pointed to a platform about a foot high that stood before a set of three mirrors, much like you would see in a tailor or dressmaking shop.


I looked at Emma to see if that was right, but Emma said, “Don’t look at me.  Amy is the expert here in helping sissies look like girls.  Do what she says—its what we came all this way for.”


As Amy and Emma chatted, I took off my blouse, camisole, and pants.  “Panties too,” I heard Amy say, so I took them off as well.  I stood totally naked on the platform and waited for Amy to turn her attention to me.


After a couple of minutes, Amy came over and examined me up close.  “Emma, you and Jamie have done a remarkable job.  Her body is lean—I think the word is lithe.  Well, almost lithe.  Her basic architecture is still like a man, but we can do a few things about that for dress up.  Really changing that will require more, uh, decisive methods.


“You have done a great job with her nails, hair removal, and skin care.  I love what you’ve done with the eyebrows and lashes. And I really love the tan—it shows that Jamie has been getting into her girly mindset for some time.


“I don’t see any real problems with passing her as a reasonably attractive woman.  I mean, she won’t be model pretty and anyone who really looks at her will see that she has the shoulders and frame of a man, but she will be a great looking sissy.  The main issues are the waist and what to do about her penis.  I see that she lives up to her name in that department, so this is a solvable problem.  You can keep her caged but that shows a bulge, you can cover it up, or you can leave it relatively free if you expect to use it while in woman mode.”


“We’ll leave it caged for now.  I will let you know tomorrow about what we will do for the party,” said Emma.


“That sounds fine,” said Amy.  My recommendation is to dress her up now and make sure she can put on basic makeup.  Then you come back tomorrow and we will dress her for the big event!”  Wow!  That means that from this afternoon forward I’d fully dress as a woman.  I felt so happy, but I immediately registered that my dick was straining in its cage.


Emma agreed with that plan.  “OK, Jamie.  The first step I like to do with my girls is put them in some proper shoes.  I want you to wear heels all the time from now on.  Unless you are in the bath or shower, or you are sleeping, you should be wearing the shoes I give you.  Do you understand?  Every step from now on will be in heels.  And it goes without saying that they stay on if Emma has any sex planned for you.  Do you understand?”  I agreed immediately.


Amy gave me gold strappy sandals with a high 4 or 5 inch heel.  I wasn’t used to wearing heels this high, and it showed.  “Walk back and forth in here a couple of times to get your sea legs, so to speak.”  Still naked, I walked a few laps across the room.  “Emma, you once again have my complements.  Jamie is a little wobbly, but she swings her hips and knows how to walk in heels.  Her ass looks high and round, and she has a great pair of legs.  We need to be sure to show them off when she dresses up.”


I felt completely exposed as Emma and Amy inspected and talked about me.  But I was thrilled as well, and loved the approval I was getting.


“OK, Jamie.  I want to start changing your hair and a few other things, but I won’t leave you naked.  Put on this robe and we will move on to the next steps.”  Amy handed me a pale blue frilly dressing robe.  I think the right word is chemise, and it felt heavenly—it was frilly and soft, and its every touch felt like a caress.


Amy sat me down and said, “Let’s find the right wig for you.  This isn’t necessarily the hairdo you will have for the big party—we will work on your evening look later—but I think we need to get you some nice hair for the next day or so.”  Emma had sent Amy pictures of me ahead of time, and Amy had already chosen a short blond wig with a pixie-like hairstyle.  “Here, let’s try this,” she said as she placed the wig on my head and adjusted it.


“I’m going to let you look in the mirror now.  I think you will like the effect,” Amy said.  I looked in the mirror and was stunned.  I hadn’t even put on any makeup and the wig made me look, well, pretty.  At least almost pretty.  Combined with me full lips, shaped brows, and tinted lashes, the effect was really transformative.  My heart leapt.


“I love it,” I said, as my eye teared up.


“I thought you would.  The color plays off of your natural skin tone and tan.  I think that this is a feminine, but sporty look that goes with your fit body.  A flowing or girlier hairdo would be out of sync with the rest of you.  This says that you are a girl who knows how to use her body,” said Amy.


“That will come in handy,” smiled Emma.  “You do look great, honey.”


Amy spun me around in the swivel chair.  “OK, now let’s get you some jewelry and get you made up.”


Amy told me that normally, she likes to do a makeover so that the subject doesn’t see the result until the end.  That is what she is going to do tomorrow, before the party, but today she wanted to show me how to make myself up so I could maintain my own makeup for the next day until the party.


Amy selected some pearl earrings and a short pearl necklace for me to wear alongside my “Jamie” and “Littlecock” necklaces.  Then she showed me how to put on a makeup base, how to use blush, and how to paint my eyes and lips.  “Tonight, I’m going for a wholesome, attractive look, like a woman who plays tennis at a country club.  You will be pretty and attractive, but not as dramatic as you will look tomorrow.  This look will be suitable for evening tonight, and all day tomorrow.  You can also use this when you go home and want to dress up there.  It is very versatile.”


That sounded wonderful to me.  I’d live a whole day as a woman, without looking like a whore all the time.


“The skirt I am going to put you in will solve the bulge problem, but we need to address the waist.  I’m going to put you in a corset that I’ve gotten ready for you.  Emma sent me your measurements and, looking at you now, I am confident that it will work.  Not only will the corset give you a much-improved figure, but also I normally tell my girls that it will improve their posture.  However, in your case I see that you have wonderful posture and that isn’t necessary.”  I silently thanked the universe for the barre classes; many people have noticed that my posture and general way of moving is better and more graceful since I started with that training.


Amy had me put my hands against the wall and lean out while she placed the black cotton corset on me.  It was a relatively narrow, stiffly boned underbust corset that covered the length of my waist. It was already a little tight when she initially put it on me, but when she started lacing it up the constriction was almost too much to bear.  I found it difficult to breathe and got a little light headed—I could definitely understand why Victorian women fainted in all of those 19th century novels.


The effect was immediate, however.  Emma’s eyes widened and she said, “Oh my God, Jamie.  You look wonderful.  The corset gives you a wonderful hourglass shape—it must have taken five inches off of your waist.”  She then broke out in what can only be called an evil grin; “You are going to have men chasing you all over the Strip.”


Amy was also pleased.  “OK, I’m going to break my own rule.  I want you to look in the mirror and see how this looks, because it is really remarkable.”


I turned and looked in the mirror, and almost couldn’t believe the (almost) woman that looked back at me.  I was tall, lean, shapely, and attractive.  My eyes lingered on the smooth legs, pretty nails, perfect hair, and small waist.  I would definitely fuck me.


“That’s enough.  Turn around and let’s finish the job.”  Amy chose a pretty lace bra and D cup breast forms for me.  “You need some big tits because of your broad shoulders.  These will work tonight, but we can see if you need something bigger tomorrow.”


“That’s right—Jamie definitely needs some big titties,” said Emma, still smiling.


She then gave me some pretty matching white panties, a white garter belt, and tan stockings.  I put them on and reveled in the feel of the lingerie and the weight of my new breasts.  I caressed them with my hands for a minute, and felt a mixture of joy at having them and sadness because I didn’t feel anything when I tweaked the rubber nipples.


“Sit down here and I’ll help you with your makeup,” said Amy, and she led me to her well-stocked makeup table.  She chose the foundation, blush, mascara, lipstick, and other makeup and Emma wrote down the selections so that I could buy my own stock.  When she was done, she turned me around in the mirror and asked what I thought.


I was struck breathless.  The face that looked back at me was feminine and beautiful.  The makeup did its job, but remained somewhat subtle.  “Jamie, let me show you what I did so you can do it yourself,” and she demonstrated her techniques for putting it all on.  None of it was very complex, and given my experiments with makeup over time and what I had learned by watching Emma, I was confident that I could keep the makeup fresh and replicate it in the morning.


“One thing you should know.  With most makeup, you need to wash your face clean every night.  I know you are on a vacation here and I made sure that these are high quality products.  It won’t damage your skin to go to bed with it on for a few nights.”  She added, “I can tell that you might not want to pause to wash it off before getting what you need in the bedroom.”


Finally, Amy brought me the dress that she picked out for me.   It was a light yellow sleeveless cotton dress with a form fitting upper body and light blue sash around the waist.  The skirt was knee length and was meant to be worn with a lacy petticoat, which came with the dress.  When I put it on, the skirt flared out gently, the dress fit beautifully.  The petticoat made the dress flare out gently in a late-50s sort of way, but not so much as to look like a costume.  It made me look like someone who was enjoying wearing a slightly unusual, but still attractive, dress while away from home.


“I think you will look pretty and sexy in this, but not too provocative.  Most people will think you are a woman, but those who know what to look for will see you as a crossdresser who is very well dressed.  I’m going to switch out your shoes to some pumps; I don’t think that the woman who would wear this dress would wear sandals while wearing stockings.”  Amy gave me some light blue pumps with a 4 inch heel; the shoes matched the waist sash on the dress.  She also picked out a purse in a similar color.


“Spin around a couple of times, Jamie,” said Emma, “I want to see how he skirt flies out when you spin.”  I did as she said.  The spinning felt flirty and wonderful, and the petticoat felt light butterfly wings on my legs.  I was in heaven.


Amy put a pink bow in my hair that complemented the colors of the dress but didn’t match directly.  “Ladies, I think you are ready to go out and see how lucky you can get in Las Vegas,” Amy was beaming as she spoke.  “Jamie, you look wonderful.  I hope that this is all you hoped for.”


I thanked Amy profusely, trying hard to keep my voice soft and feminine.  Emma stepped back and looked me all over.  “Jamie, you really look wonderful.  I am so glad you told me you liked to wear women’s clothes.  You were meant to look like this, really.  I love you so much.”  She actually gave me a little round of applause, as I curtseyed in response to her complement.


Amy said, “Emma, I want to show you one more thing.  Jamie, please go ahead and lift up your skirt and push your panties down to your knees.”  I didn’t know what was going on, but I did as she was told.  My panties were on the outside of my garters, as Amy had showed me, so that I could take them off but keep the stockings on for sex.  I lifted my skirt and exposed my penis cage.


Amy continued, “It is of course up to you, Emma, but one feature of this petticoat is that it covers up the bulge from the chastity device.  By the way, let me complement you on taking charge of Jamie this way—I’ve noticed that she immediately does whatever you want her to do.  I imagine there are millions of women who would like to see that from their husbands.


But what I meant to say was that the petticoat will also largely cover up her penis if you take it out of the cage.  Because it is pretty small and the waist of the dress is well above Jamie’s hips, there will only be a small, um, tent if it gets hard.  Nobody but the two of you will know that her dicklet is standing attention under the dress.”


“I see.  Thanks for the tip.  It might be fun to see how this works,” Emma said.


After confirming what time we would be back tomorrow, Emma and I departed the Just You studio.  Amy had called a cab for us, and we went back to the hotel.  When we arrived, Emma made a suggestion.  “Jamie, why don’t you go to the bar and have a drink while I go up and get dressed.  You should sit at the bar and see if anyone tries to hit on you—it will be fun.”


“I don’t know, Emma,” I said, starting to complain that I wasn’t ready to be alone en femme.


Emma cut me off, “Shut up, Jamie.  I’m not asking.  I’m telling you what to do next.  You are in no position not to do what I tell you.”


I retreated and said I was sorry.  I really was.  I felt a wave of regret come over me at not obeying Emma’s wishes.  I turned and headed to the lobby bar, and Emma went to the elevator.  I did my best to glide across the lobby in my heels.  I had long dreamed of arriving at a luxury hotel dressed as a woman and walking across the lobby feeling beautiful, sensing that eyes were on me.  Now I was here, and it really did feel wonderful.  I heard the ruffle of my dress and the click of my heels, and I thought I saw the gaze of some men as I made my way to the bar.  I smiled to myself, batted my lashes, and felt my face flush with excitement.



Girls’ Night on the Town


I finally reached the bar, and felt like I was floating.  It was still early evening and the bar was dimly lit.  There was a small combo playing jazz standards with a nice looking middle-aged woman singing.  The slow music set just the right mood and there were few people in the bar as I found a seat at the end of the bar.  I smoothed my dress as I sat down and slowly crossed my legs.  As I arranged myself, I raised me dress up to my knee because I liked to see my stockinged leg.


“What would you like, miss?” asked the bartender.  He gave me a big smile and I could feel myself blushing.  I ordered a cosmopolitan—it seemed like the kind of drink that a girl in Vegas would have.  When the pink drink came, I took a big sip and batted my eyes as I felt the alcohol start to take effect.


Just then, a man came and sat in the stool next to me and said, “Hello.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you walked into the hotel and I just had to come over and introduce myself.  My name is Wayne—how are you?  May I buy you that drink?”


I couldn’t believe it.  I was out in public dressed in women’s clothes for the first time and a man was hitting on my already.  I looked at him and saw that he was a white guy in his mid 50s or so, with a nice suit, open collar, and short salt and pepper hair.  “Hi, I’m Jamie,” I said.


Wayne was nice.  He wasn’t all that confident, which I appreciated because I was so nervous.  If he detected that I was a man, he never let on.  We chatted about what we liked about Las Vegas, where we were from, and other small talk.  He was a lawyer or businessman—obviously successful from the cut of his suit—and was in Vegas for a conference that had just ended.  He was staying on for a couple of days to “see what happens” as he put it.  He ordered me another drink, which I loved.  I told him that I was here for a weekend with my girlfriend—meaning Emma—and that I was waiting for her before we went out to dinner.


He told me he stayed in the hotel and that he’d like to see me again.  He asked me my room number, and I told him that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing that with him this soon.  He said that he understood, and wrote down his room number and cell phone on a napkin, telling me to call him if I wanted to get together.  With that, he told the bartender to put the bill on his room tab and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek.  As he did that, he whispered, “you know, you really look wonderful.”  I felt like I was in heaven.


Emma walked in just in time to see Wayne kiss me on the cheek and see him walk away.  Emma gave me a big smile. “Nice work, Jamie.  Play your cards right and you can get men to buy you drinks from this time forward,” she said.  “Or at least until the end of the weekend,” she added with a wry smile.


Emma looked wonderful, and much different than she had looked when she went upstairs.  She wore a short blue dress that I hadn’t seen and sparkly blue open toe high heels.  She must have known that she was going to wear those clothes, because her toenail polish and makeup highlights matched.  In general, she looked like a cougar on the hunt for some young men to fuck.  Her look contrasted with mine, because I looked more sweet than lusty in my white and pink.  I probably looked like a suburban housewife on vacation wearing her most attractive dress, but unused to nightlife.


I also noticed that Emma was wearing an ankle bracelet on her right leg and toe rings on the second toes of both of her feet.  I knew that this was a signal of a “hotwife” who was open to banging men other than her husband, especially black men.  I didn’t know if Emma knew this, too, or if she had just added this to her look.


“Emma, you look wonderful.  I don’t remember when you looked so sexy,” I said.  “But . . . uh . . .do you know that what you are wearing on your feet is a signal?  It says that you are looking for men to make love to.”


“You are so silly.  It should say that I am looking for some black cock to FUCK,” she said.  “If I want to ‘make love’ I have you.  If I want to get fucked by a real man who will make me cum over and over and leave me satisfied, I have to look elsewhere, don’t I?”


I felt that intoxicating wave of humiliation that always excites me.  I had to admit that she was correct but I hadn’t thought that sex with others is what we were looking for on our vacation.


“You look so cute when you are being submissive,” she giggled.  “Don’t worry, Jamie, I’m not on the prowl for dick tonight.  But I thought it would spice thins up tonight by inviting hot guys to come and talk to us.  Tonight, we are two girlfriends on the town in Las Vegas—and when girlfriends go out, they like for men to hit on them, regardless of where it goes after that.


”Also, you know how black guys get me excited, so I thought it would be fun for you to spend some time with some of them, too.”


I felt relieved.  But did I feel a little disappointed as well?


“I have a great night planned,” she said.  Let’s have another drink here and then I have reservations for dinner over at the Venetian.  We can just relax and enjoy some girl talk—you’ve earned it.  Then let’s see what happens after that—this is Vegas, after all.”


That sounded wonderful to me.  I was definitely feeling the drinks, but I enjoyed the opportunity to be a girl with Emma.  I was almost done with my second cosmo when Emma ordered two more.  She then turned to me and said, “I want you to go into the ladies’ room and take your cock cage off.  I think you deserve to have your little dick free under those skirts.”  I didn’t know what Emma had in mind, but I was grateful for the chance to take off the chastity device.  Emma took the key off her necklace and handed it to me, telling me to take her purse with me and to have my cage in it when I came out of the bathroom.


I did as she told me, and couldn’t believe how good it felt to be free of the chastity device.  The combination of the silky panties and the frilly petticoat under my skirt felt like heaven as I walked back to where Emma was sitting.  As if on cue, two black men came up to us.  “Hello, ladies,” said the taller one in a velvety deep voice.  “My friend and I are going to buy you those drinks.”


Emma turned and smiled.  She looked the two men up and down as if savoring a beautiful piece of art.  “Thank you so much,” she said with an open smile, “we would love that.”  She introduced us and we learned that their names were Balvin and Jerome.  They were both in their 40s or early 50s—it was hard to tell—with shaved heads and muscular bodies.  Both were well over 6 feet and Balvin was a little taller than Jerome, and was clean-shaven.  Jerome had a well-trimmed goatee and had an intense, confident look about him.


“You really smell wonderful,” Emma said to Balvin.  Placing her hand on his tricep, she leaned into him and took in a long breath through her nose.  “ I love your cologne.  Jamie, lean over hear and breathe in how good Balvin smells,” Emma pulled my arm over until I was pressing against Balvin, who put his arms around each of us.  I couldn’t help but notice that he did smell intoxicating.


“You are smelling my own special blend, girls,” Balvin said.  “I wear Calvin Klein’s Obsession for Men.  I know that it is kind old fashioned these days, but I started using it in the 90s and never stopped.  I also use cocoa butter every day, so you are smelling the mix of the two things.”


“MMMmmm.  It is wonderful, but you are selling yourself short.  You also have your own sexy man smell mixed in there,” said Emma, “The scent is pushing all my buttons.  I think you need to dance with me so I don’t fall down.”


Emma took Balvin’s hand and led him to the dance floor, giving me a wink.  The band was playing a slow jazz number, and soon I say her wrapped in Balvin’s arms swaying to the music.  Jerome had been quiet up to now, but he took my hand and said, “I’m not standing here with them out there.  We’re dancing too,” and he led me to the dance floor before I could think of anything.


We got to the center of the floor and he took me in his arms and held me close.  He was a little taller than I am, and I felt the whiskers of his goatee against my face.  His arms were like twisted steel and his body was rock hard.  He smelled as wonderful as Balvin, but with different cologne.  “Relax, baby—you are all tense.  Just sway to the music,” he said.


He was right, I was tense.  I closed my eyes and tried to give myself over to the moment.  As I did, I felt Jerome’s hand slide down to my right butt cheek and he pushed me against him.  I felt his cock against my hip—the first time I’ve ever felt another man’s cock against me.  He wasn’t hard, but he felt like a firm sponge.  I couldn’t tell how big he was, but I could tell he was thick and meaty.


I felt my own dick start to stiffen and I tried to roll my hips back.  Jerome pushed me harder against him and said, “Don’t pull back, baby.  I wasn’t sure at first, but I know that you have a little surprise under your frilly skirt.  I’ve always had a thing for white chicks with dicks, so you are with the right man tonight.”


I didn’t know what to say.  I had been locked in my cage for days, and I had a huge amount of sexual tension that was trying to get out.  I started to breathe harder and get more and more excited.  Jerome pressed me harder against him and started to grind against me as the band started a new, sultry tune.


I was just starting to respond when Jerome spun me around and brought me back against him with his arms around me and my ass pressing against his crotch.  I now felt his swelling cock pressing between my ass cheeks while his hands roamed across my stomach and down against my dick.  He took one of my hands and put it on his cock, pressed between us.  “Feel what you are doing to me, baby.  I can feel that your little sissy clitty is even more excited than I am.  Fortunately, your skirt covers up your little tent pretty well, so grind that ass against me.  That’s it.”  I felt overwhelmed by my instinct to get fucked, like I was a bitch in heat rubbing my ass against anything with a penis.


From my half closed eyes I saw that Balvin had both his hands on Emma’s ass and they were grinding away while engaged in a deep kiss.  I also saw her whispering something that made him smile and nod.  I felt a mixture of jealousy and gladness that she was enjoying herself as I closed my eyes again and tried to merge my ass with Jerome’s crotch.  His hands were strong and slow as they moved up and down my sides and I reached my free hand back over my shoulder and caressed the back of his neck (I silently thanked the Pilates and dance classes for improving my range of motion).


When the song ended, the band took a break and Emma and Balvin came over to the two of us.  I felt the spell of the moment slowly fade as Balvin said, “Jerome, these lovely ladies already have plans and we need to get going to that other thing.”  Jerome looked quizzical, but Balvin said, “You remember—that thing we have to do,” and gave him a conspiratorial look.  Jerome looked disappointed, and I just knew that he had expected to get some sex from me (I was kind of disappointed, too).


“It was wonderful to meet you guys.  I love meeting beautiful men like you,” Emma said.  She gave Balvin another kiss on the lips and a kiss on the cheek to Jerome—I couldn’t tell, but it looked like she whispered something to him quickly.  Both me kissed me on the cheek and Jerome gave me a squeeze on the ass.  “See you around, baby,” he said with a grin as he moved away.  Balvin and Jerome where chatting quietly about something and chuckling as they walked away, but not before looking over their shoulders at Emma and me.  “Wave, Jamie—they like you.  You never know—maybe we will see them again,” said Emma.


I was flustered, but we gathered ourselves together and went to the main entrance and got in a waiting cab to the Venetian.  “You are going to love this, Jamie.  The Venetian is amazing and there will be lots of eye candy—of all varieties.


“By the way, you are quite the mynx as a woman.  The first time you go to a bar dressed like your sissy self you get a potential sugar daddy to buy you your first drink, and then in no time you are grinding away with a fine piece of chocolate.  I think you like being a woman, don’t you?  Is this as good as what you dreamed about?”


I had to admit that the experience so far was better than my fantasies.  I also said that I think I understood why Emma liked black men.  “The contrast of his skin against mine, the feel of his body, the way he talked were all really exciting,” I said.


“What about his dick?  You didn’t mention that.  I could feel that Balvin had a nice one—at least twice the size of yours—under those pants.  I saw you groping Jerome’s—what do you think?”  I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.  “Come on, Jamie—dish.  Don’t you know that us girls always compare their mens’ cocks when the guys aren’t around?  Believe me, all the girls in your exercise classes know what you are—or rather, are not—packing.”


I blushed.  Could that be true?  Anyway, I said, “Jerome felt sooooo manly.  When he twirled me around, it was like I weighed nothing and he could control me however he wanted.  I could tell that his cock was really big.  I don’t know how big, but it was very thick in my hand and seemed a foot long when he pressed it against me.  Maybe bigger than any of our sex toys.”


“Well, its good that I broke it off because he might have broken you!” she said with a twinkle.  “Balvin made me totally wet, but I didn’t want to ruin my plans for us tonight.  Congratulations on joining the ‘I Love Big Black Cock’ club.”


We reverted to small talk for most of the ride until getting to the hotel.  Emma was right about the Venetian; I loved it.  The hotel was painted with a wonderful illusion of actually being in Venice, and it felt dreamy walking through the room that seemed like St. Mark’s square.  The crowed was attractive and upscale, and I saw many sexy women walking around, including a number of apparent cougars.  The average age was a little older than I had observed in other places, and there was little of the college/early 20s feel that seems to hold in parts of Las Vegas.  As a result, the men were mostly well dressed in nice pants or suits, well groomed, and possessing the confidence that comes with the years.


It was about 8PM when we got to the quiet northern Italian restaurant that Emma had selected.  The place was just right for us.  Emma had pre-ordered pink champagne cocktails for us, and the tall Latin waiter brought them to us right after seating us.  The lighting was soft and the background music was at just the right volume to keep conversations private without being too loud.  Both Emma and I ordered an appetizer and salad for dinner, accompanied with an expertly paired bottle of wine.  The dinner was relaxing and intimate.   It was if Emma and I had placed the power relationship to the side and were just enjoying being together as a couple of girls on the town.  Our table had a view of other diners and people walking through the hotel outside the restaurant, and Emma and I talked about what the other women were wearing, how the men’s butts looked, and what we supposed different people were off to do later in the evening.  The waiter was a fine looking and flirted with both of us, although he was clearly more attentive to Emma—and Emma clearly enjoyed it.


The evening would have been perfect if it had ended there, but this was Las Vegas and we weren’t about to end things at 10PM—the time it was when we were finishing our Sambucas after dinner.  I was fully enjoying myself as Jamie; I felt relaxed, happy, and amazingly comfortable.  This was true even though I was wearing a very tight corset and this was my first time in public in a dress or heels (though it was far from my first time with a panties and bra under my clothes!).   Just as I was reflecting on how right everything felt, Emma said, “Well, are you ready?”


“Ready for what?” I asked.


“For what comes next, silly.  Our big Pimp & Ho night is tomorrow, so don’t you think that we need to keep getting ready?”  I wasn’t sure what she meant—I mean, haven’t I been getting ready for months?


“I mean that we need to keep getting ready on the inside.  We are both looking hot, so I think we are ready on the outside.  But we need to get in the mindset of the sex trade, don’t you think?  I thought we’d ease into it by going to a strip joint tonight.  We can get comfortable with exchanging money for thrills.  What do you think?


“I don’t know, Emma.  I hadn’t anticipated that kind of thing.”


Emma’s mood immediately changed.  “How many times do I need to fucking remind you?  What you think isn’t important.  I was being nice to you by making conversation, but your place is not to disagree with me.  I’ll do what I want, and I’ll do with you what I want or I will expose you right now in front of everyone.  How do you think that will go over?”


The reminder stung, but I felt my dick get hard. Part of me—the deep down part of me—craved being put in my place.  “I’m sorry, Emma.  You are right.  I’m ready to do whatever you want.”


“Damn right you are.”  Just then, our waiter came over to complete the check transaction.  Emma looked at his nametag and said, “Hector, thanks for your service tonight.  I had a wonderful time, as did my husband here.  Let me ask you, could you tell that this panty-wearing bitch here was actually a weak, tiny-dicked failure as a man?  Or did you think she was a woman?”


Hector was unflapped, as though he had seen this situation many times.  “Ma’am, I wasn’t exactly sure.  My complements to you, because she looks good.  I could sense that something was a little different, though.”


He went on, “Actually, I was hoping that she was a guy in drag.  I’m gay and I love to hook up with femme men who play the woman in the relationship.  That’s why I came to Vegas—there are lots of sissy types here.  Is she available?”


Emma smiled, “Well, Hector, I don’t know.  Maybe she will be.”  Emma wrote her number on a napkin and gave it to him, “We are going to the Pimp & Ho party at Paris tomorrow; call us after that and maybe we can work something out.”


Hector moved closer to me, so he was standing with his crotch very close to my face.  I could feel the heat coming off of his body.  He said, “Maybe I’ll see you at the party.”  He grinned, “You know us gay men can’t resist a good costume occasion,” he turned to me, “You aren’t the only one who gets to dress up, honey.”  He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “It was nice to meet you, Jamie—maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.  By the way, I love your necklace.”  I realized he got my name from my necklace.  I couldn’t tell if he saw the “Littlecock” part, which was partially covered by my clothes.  Had the other guys tonight seen that, too?  I had forgotten I was wearing it.


I was speechless.  Although I love to play with fake dicks with Emma, I didn’t think of myself as gay.  However, I have now spent this evening flirting with two men at Paris and was now involved in possible plans with a tall gay Latino.  This was well beyond the public crossdressing fantasy I had thought about before.


Emma said, “You are on fire tonight, Jamie.  Just wait until you see the men at the club we are going to.”  She checked her phone for a text; “The limo is outside waiting for us—let’s go.”  I gathered myself and followed her to the main hotel entrance, where we got in a black limo.


Off to the Club


“You ladies look like you are ready for a good time.  Do you still want to go to the Palomino?”  the driver asked.


“Let’s go,” Emma said.  “I’m ready to see some hot man-ass tonight.”


“Great!  They have a big show tonight.  Married women like yourself seem to really like to cut loose at it.”  He must have noticed that we were both wearing wedding rings.


Emma explained to me that the Palomino is a club that she had read about online.  It was in a sketchy part of town, but was reported to have very good-looking men in their lineup.  “Especially black men,” she said, with relish.


We got to the club and I was nervous because the area did seem dangerous.  Getting into the club involved passing some bouncers that looked more like criminals and passing by some bulletproof windows.  The club had two sides—one with female dancers and one with male dancers.  We moved to the one with the men and ordered some vodkas.  Emma also ordered us a couple of shooters called, “screaming orgasms.”  Before drinking it down, she looked me in the eyes and said, “I could really use one of these.  I don’t think you have ever seen one of these before.”  Then she winked at me and drank the shot right down.  I followed her example.


As my eyes adjusted to the dark club, it looked like they were experiencing a break between dancers.  The club was about half full but lots of women were starting to stream in.  The crowd included a couple of bachelorette parties, and the girls were all excited and ready for some sexy fun.  A dancer came out and started to work his magic on stage.  He was a tall, muscular black man who was dressed in a faux-military uniform that he immediately started to take off.  His second song was a slow jam, and he stripped down to a thong by the first chorus as he worked his way around the stage.  The women in the crowd were not at all shy about shoving dollar bills into his thong as he worked his hips like he was slow-fucking the air.  He had a big bulge and at the end of the song he ripped open the Velcro sides of his “costume” and started moving around the stage to a more up-tempo song with his cock swinging back and forth.  As he would pause near women in the audience, he’d let their hands roam up his legs and hips—obviously the club had a loose policy when it came to touching dancers.  Some women got bolder and felt his cock and balls, and he was hard by late in the song.  You could sense the building excitement in the crowd as all eyes focused on that cock, which was perhaps the largest I had ever seen in person.  It was 8 or 9 inches long, thick, and hairless as the dancer obviously kept himself free of all hair.  His whole body glistened with baby oil under the lights, and the final song of his performance was spent walking around the tables in the audience as women shamelessly stroked his cock.  The brides-to-be enthusiastically stroked the cock, and I wondered if they were thinking about what they were likely not going to see any more of after they married.


“Look at how these women are going crazy for that guy,” said Emma.  “Do you see how many wedding rings were on the women reaching for that guy?  They looked like they were starving for what he could offer.”  I had to admit that I was struck by how openly lusty the women in the audience were.  They weren’t acting ladylike, worrying about their reputations, or acting reserved in any way.  It was like there was a collective sense of desire for hot, exciting, unbridled fucking without any constraints.  I could almost feel the groupthink take over, overpowering any inhibitions.  And I felt it come over me.  I wanted to see more big cock, and I wanted my chance to touch it.  And I wanted it as fast and as much as I could get it.


Suddenly, the lights flashed and an announcer said that the main part of the show was going to start.  It was as though the previous dancer was foreplay designed to excite the women in the audience and the change in lights and music served to jolt the crowd to a higher level of excitement.  The announcer welcomed the crowd and promised all satisfaction of the “deepest, darkest” desires.  The bridal parties squealed in approval and the announcer called out the brides to be for a special welcome.  He then made a point of welcoming all the married women in the audience, telling them that they would finally get what they needed here; the women roared in approval.  Finally, after building the crowd to a crescendo, a curtain opened and a lineup of 10 men started dancing.  Of the 10, 7 were black, one was Latino, and two were white.


The men danced around the stage and then jumped down and moved through the audience with women reaching and grabbing all the way.  The excitement remained high through several songs as the dancers did a number as a group and then individuals took their turns, starting with the Latino and the white guys.  The crowd was appreciative, but it seemed that they were all waiting for something.

A female announcer took to the stage, asking the women if they were having a good time and a couple of questions about were people were from.  Then she brought the two brides-to-be to the stage, who took seats on either side of the stage while wearing little bridal veils.  She then asked the girls if they were excited about getting married (they were).  Both the brides were white, and the announcer asked the girls if the grooms were also white (they were).  Then the announcer started teasing the crowd.  “What do you ladies want to see?” she asked.  There was little response.


“Come on, ladies.  You know why you came to the Palomino.  What do you really want to see?”


Someone shouted, “Big Black Cock!”


“That’s it,” said the announcer.  “What do you ladies—especially you married ladies—really want?”


The crowd roared, “Big Black Cock.”  Emma was shouting it.


“Damn right,” said the announcer.  “There is nothing else like it.”


Soon the whole crowd was chanting, “Big Black Cock—Big Black Cock—Big Black Cock . . .” I was chanting all along, and I have to admit I meant it.  I wanted it.


The announcer calmed the crowd down and then turned to the brides.  “All right now, you heard all these ladies.  They know what they want.  Now, you are both getting married to nice white men this weekend.  Let me ask you—what do you really want?”


“BIG!  BLACK!  COCK!”  They each responded, to the applause of the crowd.


“Well then, you are going to get it!”  With that, the curtain opened and four big, muscular, black men emerged.  They were already naked.  The whole crowed seemed to scream with excitement and gasp in amazement at the same time.


The men immediately focused their attention on the two brides, who each found themselves with two big swinging semi-hard black cocks grinding one either side of them.  One of the brides—a young woman with short red hair, glasses, and the look of a schoolteacher—looked embarrassed initially.  She was blushing and held her hands over her mouth.  Her eyes kept darting between her friends in the audience—who were shouting encouragement—and the bodies of the men dancing next to her.


The other bride was a good-looking blonde who looked both a little preppy and had the look of a pretty girl who was used to the attention of men.  Although she looked as though she belonged more in a country club than a strip club, she was not embarrassed at all.  Instead, she had a big grin and her hands were immediately massaging the legs and stomach of the men next to her.  One of her friends yelled, “Sarah—they must have known about your last Spring Break!”  Sarah looked back and winked, and then her hands went to the men’s cocks.  The dancers moved and thrust to the music like they were fucking her hands.  Their dicks immediately got harder, and the mugged to the crowd urging more cheers and encouragement.


The other bride was warming up also.  Seeing that she needed guidance, the men whispered encouragement to her and she nodded in compliance.  She slowly stood up and found herself sandwiched between the two muscled dancers.  One of them picked her up and held her with her legs wrapped around his hips.  The second dancer put his cock between her covered butt cheeks and thrust against her.  Soon the three of them were moving in unison as her hand reached back and wrapped around the neck of the dancer behind her.  Her eyes closed and it was clear that she was getting aroused at the simulated double penetration.


Meanwhile, the blonde was enjoying herself as well.  The men guided her off of the chair and set her on her knees on the floor with them flanking her.  A stagehand gave one of the dancers a large towel.  While the blonde was holding on to the two cocks on either side of her face, the smaller of the two dancers said, “We are going to give this beautiful bride a special treat.  However, we can’t show you everything and still stay legal.”  Then he gave his partner a corner of the towel and they held it in front of the bride and their cocks so that the crowd could only see the men from torso up, and all there of them from knee-high (or hip high, in the bride’s case) down.  It was clear, though, that the bride was sucking their cocks and bobbing back and forth between them.  The men gave running commentary:

“There you go, baby”

“Did you see that?  She took it all the way down”

“Oh yeah, lick my balls”

“Your husband is a lucky man”


All the while, the crowd was hooping and hollering. Many were yelling, “give ME some of that” or “bring that beautiful cock over here.”  I was amazed at the total lack of inhibition in the women.  They were totally and completely consumed with what they were seeing.  All the things that one can read about women not being as visual as men or being more reserved was clearly not true—these women were as bawdy and lusty as a frat party crowd being entertained by a couple of hookers.


This went on for a couple of songs.  The bride who was getting dry humped by the two studs looked as though she came from the friction.  She had given up all pretense of restraint and let the men feel her tits as she ground against them.  She was flushed and breathing hard when she went back to her friend with a sheepish smile.


The men made faces and noises as though they were coming with the blond.  When they dropped the towel and she returned to her seat, she wiped her mouth, kissed each of the men on the cheek, and slapped each of them on the ass.  For their part, the men’s cocks were shiny and well lubricated as they exited the stage.  One couldn’t be completely sure whether she had sucked them off, whether it all was simulated, or whether she was a plant from the club who blew the dancers to keep the crowd fired up.  Whatever the truth, the crowd responded as though she was a heroine to them all with loud applause and affirmation.


The announcer came back out and said, “Alright ladies!  Who is having a good time??!!  Who wishes she had men like this to go home to???”  The crowd roared in response.  “Who wants some of what these two hot bitches just got?”  The crowed roared again.  “Well, let’s keep the party going!! Give a big welcome to the stars of the evening, Mr. Thick and Mr. Long!!!”


To the loudest applause yet, two more nearly naked black dancers came out and started dancing to a song with a raunchy beat.  They quickly made their way down into the crowd and danced and strutted near the tables.  Women were intoxicated with desire for them at this point, and they had their hands all over their bodies.  Several women tried to suck their cocks as they came near, and some succeeded.


Emma yelled at one of the dancers—“Over here!  Come over here, baby!”  The dancer saw her and moved our way, which was near the bar.  Emma pointed at me and showed the dancer a $100 bill.  “Give my girlfriend here an extra special dance, baby, and I have something for you.”  The dancer smiled and placed himself right in front of me.  He smelled of sweat and baby oil, and his body was glistening as beads of sweat made their way down his rippling body.  He must have been “Mr. Long” because his cock looked to be over a foot in length.  Compared to me, he was also Mr. Thick because his cock was as big around as Emma’s wrist.


The beat slowed down and he danced in a very slow, sexy way in front of me.  “How do you like it baby?  Is this what you are looking for?”  He said to me.  I nodded “yes,” but felt very awkward and self-conscious.


“You can go ahead and give it a taste if you want,” he said.  “You’re friend has paid for it.”  I blushed and shook my head, but he took my hand and placed it on his shaft as he started to thrust.  I felt his cock get harder and bigger.  The male part of me was amazed at the idea that a man could actually charge women to suck his dick, and that they would yell in delight at the chance to suck it.  Such a thing was beyond my imagining with my little one.


“She wants to put her mouth on it,” said Emma.  “She is just shy.   She has never seen a real man’s cock like yours.”  The dancer winked at her and looked over to the bartender and held up his hand.  Knowing what to expect, the bartender tossed a can of whipped cream, which the dancer expertly caught.  He shook up the can and waved it to the crowd of women who where watching him—and me—all around us.  They all started yelling, “Yeah.  Do it!  Go ahead, suck it!  Suck that cock!”


The dancer took the whipped cream and sprayed it on the head and shaft of his dick.  “Come on, baby. Open up.  Dessert time!” he said.  I looked at Emma, who looked at me with a serious expression and nodded with a movement of her head that was clearly a command.


I opened my mouth and licked up some of the cream.  Then I licked more and started licking up and down his shaft. The licking was automatic—just liked I’d practiced at home with the dildo.  “Damn, girl—you are good that this!” I heard him say.  I then opened my mouth and took the front of his dick into my mouth.  I thought about trying to deep throat him, but after a couple of pumps he pulled his cock out and lifted it up.  With his other hand on the back of my neck, he directed my mouth to his balls as he laid his cock on my face.  I greedily licked and sucked both of his balls into my mouth as the ladies around me were clapping approval.


“Thanks, honey” the dancer said.  “I can’t cum yet though—still need to work the crowd.”  He kissed me on the cheek and made his way to another table, along with the attention of the crowd.


Emma, however, was right there with me.  “How does it feel to be a real cocksucker now?”  she said.  “You looked like you were meant to do that.  Totally hot, Jamie.  You are a natural.”


She then told me that my lipstick was now a mess, and took me to the ladies’ room so that I could fix my makeup.  “Hold your purse in front of you, Jamie.  Your little dick is making a tent in your skirt.  I doubt if anyone would notice, but a girl can’t be too careful, can she?”  I looked down and realized that I was indeed rock hard. “You must REALLY like sucking a big cock.  Well, I can understand that.  I do, too.”


The feelings were rushing over me in constant, confused waves.  I was turned on and very attracted to the ebony sex god who was dancing just for me.  I was disappointed that I hadn’t felt his cum on my mouth, and I wanted to find a way to satisfy that desire.  I was embarrassed at the idea that I was now a cocksucker, and remembered the saying that “it only takes one.”  I was amazed at the reality that I was now in a ladies’ room fixing my makeup like it was a routine thing for me, and shocked at how much sucking cock smeared lipstick across my cheek.  On the one hand, I didn’t feel like myself—at least the self I thought I was for the previous four decades of my life.  On the other hand, I felt like I was totally myself, doing and behaving exactly like I wanted to.  I was ashamed that I was being bossed around my wife, but I was also happy and grateful to her for bringing me to this point.  I know that, if left to myself, I’d still be wearing panties and jacking off alone to the idea of dressing in public and touching a black cock instead of doing it right out in the open.


Emma said, “I think that is enough of that for tonight.  I need you ready for tomorrow, and I think that this was just the right warm-up.  If this is the side of you that comes out in a white dress and petticoat, I can’t wait to see the whore side of you tomorrow.”  I couldn’t imagine what else could happen tomorrow, as I had already surpassed about all of my fantasies, but by this point I knew better than to try and control or anticipate.


We downed the remainder of our drinks and made our way to the exit, to meet the limo that Emma must have planned to meet us there at the appointed time.  It showed me that she really was in control of everything that was happening in this wonderful vacation.


Emma gave the driver directions to take us back to hotel.  “Well, that was a big night, don’t you think?  I’m going to be thinking of big black cocks all night, I think,” she said with a smile.  “And speaking of cocks, or in this case little dicks, I think that it is time to put your little clitty back in its home, don’t you?”


I was very disappointed.  I hoped that we would have some sex when we got back.  But I knew that she was testing me and I didn’t want to risk getting out of line at this point.  It wasn’t really a request.  “Yes, Emma.”


“Good girl.”  Emma took my chastity device out from her purse and, having me lift my skirt up to my shoulders—put it back on me.  When it became time to close the lock, she said, “Jamie—why don’t you do it this time.  I like the idea of you locking yourself up for me.”  I did the only thing I could—I reached down and closed the lock with a pronounced click.  Emma hung the key around her neck again and again, “Good girl.”


She then looked at her watch.  “Oh look—it is well after midnight.  Today is the day of the Pimp & Ho party.  So instead of ‘good girl’ I guess I should say, ‘good little whore,’ shouldn’t I?”  I agreed.


Jamie the Whore


She went on.  “Because that is what you are today, isn’t it?  You are a whore.  A bitch.  My little whore.  Aren’t you?”  I nodded.  “Say it, bitch.  Say what you are.”


“I’m your little whore.”


“That’s right.  You’re not a man.  You’re not a woman.  You’re not a crossdressing sissy anymore.  You are a whore.


“I’m not playing.  We came out here for a Pimp & Ho party, but I decided long ago that this was not going to be just playtime.  Lots of people are going to dress up and look comical, letting out some of the inhibitions that they don’t let out every day.  That isn’t what we are doing here.  You are my fucking whore, at least until the morning after next.  Do you understand?”


“Yes.  I’m your whore.”


“I doubt that you do understand.  Whores are stupid.  But you are going to understand by the time this is done.”  I was amazed at how Emma’s mood had changed.  Earlier, we had been two girlfriends out for dinner and having a sexy time at a strip club.  Emma had become a little dominant there, but now she was more so than I had ever seen.


“So I am going to start making you understand.  At their core, what do whores do, Jamie?”


“They have sex for money.”


“That’s only part of it.  No, they give themselves over to others.  They sell their most intimate parts for money, taking whatever they can get.  But then what do they do?  They give the money to their pimp or madam.  They really give over their whole selves to the pimp, who makes all the decisions.  The pimp or madam takes total charge of the whore—tells the bitch what to do and how to do it.


“The whore no longer owns anything.  Not money, not possessions, not even her own body.  It is all at the service of the pimp.  And when the whore steps out of line, the pimp punishes her.  Severely.  All the whore has to do is provide money to the pimp in whatever way the pimp wants.  The john rents the whore, but the pimp owns her.  Now do you understand?”


“I think so,” I said.


“THAT is the fucking problem.  Stop trying to think, whore.  And you don’t understand, so I am going to tell you.


“You are a whore today.  In fact, you have been my whore for a long time and you didn’t even know it.  You have been working hard for the last 20 years or so and you have done a reasonable job of building up the family savings.  We have a nice house, and we have a secure retirement.  We have enough to do nice things, like go on vacations to Vegas.


“I thought that this is how things were, too.  But now I know it was all wrong.  I thought I had married a man, a man who would love me and who had the ability to take care of me.  But then you came home with your sissy confession.  And then I became phone friends with Alexa and learned all about what you are really like.  And I decided that if you wanted to be a whore, then that is what you would be.”


The limo driver was shaking his head.  “What are you laughing at?” asked Emma.


“I would never let my wife talk to me that way,” he said.


“Of course not.  That is because you are a man.  I didn’t marry a man—I married this little bitch here. And now I am going to tell her how much of a bitch she really is.  Keep driving until I am done, and if you have 50 bucks Jamie will suck your cock.”  The driver declined, thank God, saying he was going home to fuck his wife when he gets home.


Emma told me, “So I decided that if you were my whore, then I was going to get what I want.  Think back, Jamie—when have you spent money in the past couple of months?”


I had to admit that I hadn’t spent anything except for getting gas when going back and forth from my exercise classes and appointments—Emma had taken care of that.  “That’s right.  You know why?  You don’t have any money.  I have taken everything out of our joint accounts and placed it into my own name.  Everything that I could get signed over is signed over to me.  I left you some money in the joint account, and we have been using that for everything leading up to this trip—the travel, the meals, the spa, my clothes—everything.  They way I figure it, this trip will drain the last cent you can get to.”


I couldn’t believe my ears.  I had spent a career building up a nest egg.  I thought that I was actually done with the rat race.  If I wanted, I could retire with Emma now.  I looked forward to the rest of my working career as adding icing to the cake.  Now Emma was telling me that I didn’t have anything.


“Of course, I couldn’t control everything.  You still have some retirement accounts in your name and the house.  But I refinanced the mortgage and took out all the cash I could and spent the shit out of your credit cards, so you also have a ton of debt that pretty much cancels out anything you may have.”  I was reeling.  Could this be true?


“So if you think about it, you have been my whore for 20 years.  You worked your whole life up to now just to give everything you earned over to me.  And you aren’t done.  You are now really my whore, and you better get me my money.”


Emma took out a couple of papers from her purse.  “ I know that there is still a little part of you that is trying to think your way out of this.  A part of you that still thinks that you control part of this, or that it can’t be real.  So look at this and let it sink in.”  She handed me a letter from our financial advisor, Randy, and copies of our main account statements.  They showed very small balances in all the accounts with my name on it, and the letter stated that Randy had executed all the trades and transfers of our assets to Emma’s accounts, according to Emma’s wishes.  I knew that Emma had signature authority on our accounts and a blanket power of attorney from me, so I knew that she had the ability to do all of this.  It was real.  I had worked all my life, gone to school, paid off loans, invested wisely, grown my wealth, almost joined the top 1%.


Now I had nothing and Emma had everything.


“That’s right, Jamie.  I see that it is sinking in.  You have nothing.  Your accomplishments have led to nothing for you.  You thought you were working for us, but you have been working for me.  I have everything, and you are nothing but a whore.  Say it.”


It came easier than I ever could have imagined.  “You have everything, I have nothing.  I am nothing but your whore.”


“That’s right,” Emma said, looking out of the window.  “Now you have only one job—to please me.  A whore lives for the approval of her pimp or madam.  That’s all that matters.  So please me, Jamie, and I’ll take care of you.”  She didn’t have to say the second part—displease me and I’ll throw you away like a piece of trash.


Up to now, every pain and humiliation had been part of a whole fantasy scenario.  I had been grateful to Emma for setting it all up—grateful for making my fantasies come true and pushing them even farther than I imagined.  I loved her for it and I was excited about the time we were sharing.  But up to now it was, well, pretend.  I always had the idea that we would go back to something like we had experienced before.  Sure, I’d now be open with my sissy tendencies and we would deal with some new developments, but I imagined that they would bring us closer.  I thought the “Pimp & Ho” party would be a spicy climax to this fantasy.  But now things had suddenly become real in a way that I hadn’t anticipated.  I wasn’t playing whore, giving a rest to the stress I feel from making leadership decisions at work every day.  Emma was right, now I really was a whore and completely at her disposal, regardless of what happens after the next 48 hours.


“You always thought you were so smart, Jamie.  But all along you have become nothing but my whore.”


We sat in silence for a while as the limo drove down the Strip.  Emma signaled to the driver to take us to Paris, and a doorman opened our door when we pulled up.  As we got out, the driver said to Emma, “Can I take a rain check on your offer?”


Emma said, “You bet, honey.  Jamie will give you a blowjob anytime you want.”  I was speechless.  I just followed her into the hotel and up to our suite.


Not alone


As we entered our room, I could see that things were different from when we left.  There was some unfamiliar luggage in the place, and some used liquor glasses.


“Is everybody here?” Emma called out.


From the second bedroom came an answer.  “You bet, baby.  Give me a sec.”  It was a man’s voice.  I’d heard it before.


Walking out of the bedroom was a black man.  I recognized him as Darrell, the limo driver who had taken us to the airport from our home?  What is he doing here?


Another black man, much younger, also came out of the bedroom.  I recognized him as one of the men from our gym back home, part of the weight lifting group that Emma hung out with.  Then I realized that I had seen Darrell there, too.


Without even looking at me, Darrell came up and gave Emma a deep, opened mouth kiss.  “I missed you, baby,” Emma said.


“Did you miss me, or did you miss this?” he said with a smile as he grabbed his crotch.


“A little of both, I guess,” Emma said.


The other man came up and gave Emma an equally big kiss, accompanied by a squeeze on the behind.  “I hope you missed me, too, because I definitely missed that nice round ass,” he said.


“You know I need your cock, too, Edward,” said Emma.


“I hope you both had a good trip,” said Emma.


“It was fine.  The upgrade to first class was a nice surprise.  I think that the stewardess wanted to fuck Edward.  We should probably thank Jamie for the flight,” said Darrell.


“You don’t thank Jamie for anything.  Jamie is my whore now, and it is her job to please me and whomever I tell her to please.  She should be satisfied with that and doesn’t deserve thanks.  She should thank you for the opportunity to do something for you.”


Emma turned with her arms around the two men, one around each man’s waist.  They were all smirking at me.  “Jamie, this is Darrell and Edward.  You should recognize both of them from home.  You just paid for their trip out here to be with me.  And you paid for their room, their drinks, and anything else they want while they are out here.


“You know that I like black men.  Well, the fact of it is that black men like me, too.  It has always been that way.  They tell me it is because of my ass.  So you might as well know now—I’ve been fucking Darrell since before we got married.  You don’t think that I could be satisfied with your little dick after the fucking I was getting when I was single, do you?  I mean, you’ve been dancing with some black men, watching some fine black men at the club, and you were even sucking a black man’s cock earlier tonight.  So you must understand.  You just can’t compete with the way that Darrell fucks me.  His dick is huge and he knows how to use it—he makes me cum every time.


Edward here is a friend of mine. He’s a cop back home, and I started fucking him a couple of years ago.  I was speeding to get to Darrell’s once and he pulled me over.  I sucked his dick, so he didn’t give me a ticket, and we have been at it ever since.”


“That’s right.  I’ve never seen a woman that loves fucking a black cock more than Emma here,” said Edward.  “She has some good pussy, and is always ready for more.  That’s why I bring my friends around, because she is more than any one man can handle alone.”


All three of them chuckled at that.  Emma said, “Darrell and Edward know all about you, Jamie.  Lift up your skirt and show them what you have under there.”  Ashamed and confused, I did as Emma told me, and they all had a big laugh at my little dick in its cage.


“I wasn’t sure whether to believe you, Emma,” Darrell said, “but she is as pathetic as you described.  I’m glad we found each other, or you would be a very unhappy woman.”


Emma told me to make drinks for the three of them and wait by the bar in the suite until told what to do.  Emma and the men sat on the couch and chatted about the past few days.  Emma asked after Susan, the woman from my barre class who had complemented me on my lips.  Darrell said, “She will be here tomorrow.  She is looking forward to the party and seeing what you have done to Jamie here.  I think that she is totally ready to fuck some young dudes in Vegas.”


“That’s my Susan,” said Emma.  I couldn’t believe it.   Susan, my friend from my exercise class, was coming.  I had enjoyed girl talk with her and thought of her as close.  Now it turns out that she knew all about me, and probably knew about me all along.  I wondered who else from our lives back home was in on the not-so-secret secret.


After more talk, Emma turned to me.


“Jamie—go into our bedroom and put on the nightgown that I have put in the closet for you.  I also want you to wash off our makeup and get ready for bed.  You have 5 minutes, and then you are going to sleep out here on the couch.


“Darrell and Edward are going to fuck the shit out of me in our—I mean, my—bedroom and then we are going to sleep together there.  They have the beds in the other bedroom and I don’t want  you messing the sheets up for them, so you need to sleep out here in the living room on the couch.  It is too bad that this place doesn’t have maid’s quarters, but this will have to do.  Try to ignore the sounds that will come from the bedroom and get your beauty sleep—you have a big day tomorrow and you need to look your best.  I, on the other hand, need some real cock in me and these two guys are just the ones to give it to me.”


I was almost catatonic.  Like a robot, I did as I was told.  I changed and washed, but not without looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a middle aged sissy.  Maybe I never was a man, but I certainly wasn’t one now.  My wife had been fucking other men for our whole marriage and I never knew it.  I knew that she liked black men and black cock, but I thought that was a wistful memory of sex before marriage, not an every week reality.


I came out into the living room and the three of them were half undressed.  The men had their cocks out of their pants and Emma’s breasts were exposed.  The cocks weren’t quite as big as those of the dancers I had seen earlier in the evening, but they were still huge and thick.  I couldn’t help but admire them.


Emma’s panties were off.  She came over to me with a glass of water and a pill, “Here Jamie—this is a sleeping pill so that you won’t stay up all night thinking about what is happening to you.  Drink it down.”  I took the sleeping pill.


“Good job.  Now, I have one last job for you tonight.  I’m going to bed with these guys and I am pretty sure that I’m going to get my ass fucked tonight.  So get down on your knees and lick my ass until I tell you to stop.  I need you to warm me up so I can be ready to take a big dick up there.”  Right away, I dropped to my knees as Emma bent over the back of the couch.  I ate her ass for all it was worth, thinking about how a big cock or two were going to slide up there in just a little while.  Was she going to experience double penetration?  Or suck one cock while buttfucking the other?  I licked away and never wanted it to stop, until I started to feel a little wobbly.


“That is one thing you are good for, whore.  You are good at licking ass.  You should feel good about yourself for that—you aren’t entirely worthless.


Have a good sleep.”


They went into the bedroom and soon there were loud moans and the other telltale signs of fucking coming from the room.  Part of my brain was aroused and struggled to stay awake and listen to more.  But the pill took over the rest of my body, and I shut down and fell into a deep sleep to the sounds of my wife screaming at another man, “Fuck me.  Fuck me.  I love your big cock.”



































Jamie’s Story: Final Feminine Preparations (Part 2)

Final Feminine Preparations

We were now only a few days from departure for Vegas, and Emma turned up the intensity. She continued to push me to appear more and more feminine, even in our hometown before our trip. She told me that she was doing this so that I could practice my comportment, in my newly slimmed and limber body. I had indeed slimmed down—I had lost almost an additional 30 pounds—and my posture and balance had improved remarkably. When I thought about how I had been only a few months earlier, it seemed like I had been a lumpy, hairy, clumsy brute. Now I was smooth, tanned, and graceful. I could glide rather than clomp around when walking, and I had learned to take the opportunity to use every movement as though I was dancing rather than just lurching in some direction.

However, I think that Emma’s real purpose was to see me squirm as she pushed me to reveal more and more of my femininity to the world. Each step was a combination of embarrassment and thrill for me; I didn’t know what the consequences would be, but I was too deeply committed to pull back, even if I wanted to.

First, she took me to the local mall and had my ears pierced. She said this was important so that any swelling would subside by the time of our trip. I had to wear little gold studs in each ear to prevent it from closing up. We could have done this somewhere more private, but Emma liked having me sit at the piercing booth in the middle of the mall with all the teenage boys and girls looking and snickering. Emma made a point of steering the clerk to the more feminine earrings when the clerk made an initial mistake of thinking I was looking for more “macho” jewelry, like a young man might wear to a dance club. After looking confused and first, the clerk reviewed my eybrows and puffy lips and then—a though a light switch had turned on—suddenly smiled and said, “OK, sweetie. Now remember to rotate these studs every few hours while your ears heal. Now don’t move—you are going to feel a little prick in each ear.”

“Jamie already has a little prick,” said Emma. They both giggled while I blushed. Emma told her to put an extra hole in my left ear above the earring hole for an additional stud.

After finishing the ears, Emma took me to a jewelry store in the mall where she wanted to pick up a couple of things she had ordered. The store was not high end—instead, it was the kind of place that catered to more “street” or hop-hop looks, selling big hoop earrings, blingy chains, shiny bangles, and lots of rings for fingers and toes. When we got there, Emma asked for Shawna and a buxom, well dressed black woman came out to meet her. Emma and Shawna obviously knew each and kissed hello on each cheek. Shawna then stepped back and looked me up and down, lingering on my crotch area, and than chuckled and said, “This must be Jamie.”
I blushed again and held out my hand, saying, “Hi.”

“That’s so cute how you blush! Emma, Jamie is looking good. You girls are going to have a hot time in Vegas!” Had she really said, “You girls”? How much did she know? “Anyway, Emma, I guess you are here to pick up your order. Everything is ready. Do you want to look it over before you settle up?”

“Yes, thanks,” said Emma. “Jamie, go over there to that counter while I check out some things with Shawna.” Emma and Shawna chatted and giggled over a table as they looked through a half dozen small jewelry boxes. “These are just right, Shawna! I knew I came to the right place for custom jewelry.”

“Spread the word, Emma—we love your business. I’ve thrown in a few extra toe rings in there for you.”

“Thanks. Before we go, I want to see how a couple of these things look on Jamie. Oh Jamie, come over here.” I walked over to Emma wondering what she was going to do.

Emma took out a necklace with a thin gold chain and a script pendant that spelled out “Jamie” in cursive on gold plated metal. It looked very blingy and had a little heart over the ‘i” and finished the word with a little flourish at the end, with a small pink rhinestone at the endpoint. The effect was cute—like something a single girl in a bar might wear. “Let’s try this on and see if it is the right length.”

I turned around and Emma put the necklace on me and fastened the clasp. She then looked at me and said, “this looks just right, Jamie. Now listen—do not take this off at any time between now and the end of our trip. I mean it. Wherever you go, be sure that this is on display and is visible.

“Now turn around—I want to try one other thing on you.” I felt her put another necklace around me. After the clasp was fastened, I turned to the mirror and said that she had put another script necklace on me, this time on a slightly longer chain. About an inch below the “Jamie” script was another word spelled out. “Littlecock.” The effect was that someone looking at me would see “Jamie Littlecock” in gold in the middle of my upper chest. Now I blushed again.

“D-d-do I need to wear this, too?”

Emma grinned. “Of course, sweetie. That is your name now. I’ve taken it easy on you so when you button your shirt the Jamie is exposed but the Littlecock is covered. “

Shawna chimed in, “Just like in real life, honey. If your Littlecock was exposed when you are walking around, everyone around you would be laughing so hard they wouldn’t get anything done.” Emma liked that and gave Shawna a high five.

Shawna handed another box to Emma. “You better put this on this little hottie, too. You wouldn’t want to be accused of false advertising.” Emma took out an ankle bracelet with “Sissy” spelled out in script. She had me put my right foot on a chair and she fastened it around my ankle.

“Shawna’s right, honey. If someone sees you today, they might think you are a man. If someone sees you when you are dressed up, you might be taken for a woman. When they see this, they know that you are neither.” She paused and looked me in the eyes, and with a serious tone said, “Keep this on, too. No matter what.”

“Yes, Emma,” I said.

Emma paid for all the new things—using a debit card that drew from my checking account, as she had started to do routinely—and waved goodbye to Shawna, who kissed us both goodbye and said, “Have a great trip.” She winked when she said, “I know you will!”

From the mall, Emma and I returned to the beauty salon where my lips had been done. She checked me in for an appointment she had already made, and the attendant had me go to the changing room and put on a plush robe after stripping naked. Emma said she wasn’t going to stay, but instead go and pick up some things for our trip and her costume. She said hi to Jamie, who told her that “everything was all ready.”

The whole place smelled of flowers and perfume. I was aware that my new anklet was on display for all to see. “Emma said that we should check you over and make sure you are ready for your trip. We also have a couple of treats ready for you,” said the aesthetician. Come back here with me and I will make sure that your waxing is still fresh and give you a body scrub to make your skin extra smooth.” By this time, I was in the habit of taking direction and I followed Janet to the treatment room. Knowing the routine, I took off my robe and lay down on the table.

“Jamie, I love your tan! Your tanlines almost make it look like you have titties. I always lay out topless, but I think I will start wearing a bikini because it makes your boobs really pop.”

She then looked down after admiring my new necklaces. “Can’t say that the tanlines do anything to enhance things down there,” she said. “Now that I’ve seen hour equipment, it looks to me like you have the right name, Jamie Littlecock,” she smirked. “Ok, now lay back and let me take a close look.” She leaned closer to clinically scan my body with her eyes. ‘It looks like you are nice and smooth on your front—and I love the heart shape hovering above your little—uh—thingy. Very cutsey. You don’t need any work here, so flip over.”

She looked my backside over from top to bottom and declared it free of hair. “OK—you know what’s next. Put your fanny in the air and spread those cheeks.” I did as instructed.

“Tsk, tsk. You have a few hairs hanging on those little balls and some in your crack. Stay right there.” The next thing I knew, Janet had put hot wax on my balls and down my crack. I let out a little squeal when she ripped the wax off. “Poor baby,” she giggled, “Let me put some lotion there to soothe the sting.” Janet rubbed some cool liquid on my sack, but instead of soothing it immediately

some cool lotion on my scrotum, and my dick immediately got hard. She then rubbed the same lotion in a clockwise manner around my asshole.

“You can’t help wriggling, can you? Emma told us that you were hungry for penetration back here. Well, remember when I told you I had some treatments for you? Well, I’m going to give you the first of them right now. Relax and enjoy our special Transformations prostate massage.”

Janet placed a couple of pillows under my hips so I didn’t have to hold my ass in the air. I couldn’t help but wriggle my ass and hump the pillows at the same time. I felt my sphincter start to relax as she massaged it round and round, first one way and then another.

Soon she had a couple of fingers in me and was rubbing up and down on my prostate. I was in bliss. My ass was greedy and wanted more. I kept wrigging and pushing back on her hand, moaning as I went. The feeling was intensely pleasurable—not unlike cumming but different from it.

“Honey, you aren’t going to believe this, but my while fist is now inside you.” I felt full, but not quite satisfied. “You are going to need something really big to fill you up in Vegas. You are one cock hungry bitch.”

Did she think I was going to try to have sex with men in Vegas? That wasn’t what Emma and I had in mind. Sure, I liked to suck and fuck dildoes and liked dressing and looking like a woman, but that didn’t mean that I wanted real cock. I always got hard when Emma talked about the hung men she had been with, and Emma and I enjoyed watching interracial porn featuring big dicked black studs. We even talked about fantasies that included me getting fucked or blowing some men. But that was just fantasy life, right? To my mind, Emma and I were spending these months taking a vacation from real life and indulging in some fantasies. When it was over, then things would go mostly back to normal. I mean, sure, the cat is out of the bag that she craves big cocks and I love being feminine, but we could satisfy those issues through play, sex toys, and the occasional fantasy role play. At least that is how I was thinking about it.

“OK, sweetie—its time for the body scrub. You might want to, um, clean up,” I heard Janet say. She had withdrawn her hand from my butt, and it felt open and empty. But I knew that I had given myself an enema that morning, so I wouldn’t need to “clean up” back there. So I wasn’t sure what she meant—until I felt the set spot under me.

I had cum—a lot—while she had been fisting me. It was strange—I had been so overwhelmed with the waves of feeling coming from my ass that I didn’t even know that I had cum. “It is called prostate milking, Jamie,” Janet said. “When I massaged you with my fingers and my fist, I squeezed all the semen from your prostate. It is good for you to have it done every now and then—out with the old, in with the new, I say!”

Wow, I didn’t know that this could happen. I had really enjoyed it. I mentally filed away the experience so that I could do it again. But now I had a problem—for over two months, I had swallowed every drop of cum that had come out of me. What was I to do with that huge puddle of cum on the sheet? I didn’t like the idea of Janet seeing me lick it, so I reached for a towel to start cleaning it off of me and the table.

“Is that how you are supposed to do it, Jamie? Emma told me what to expect, but I couldn’t really believe it. I could leave you alone, but I really want to see a sissy do what a sissy is supposed to do. That’s what your ankle bracelet says you are, after all, Jamie Littlecock.”

My face was on fire from blushing again. “Go to it, Jamie. I want to see this.”

I only knew one thing to do, so I bent down and lapped up the cum puddle. I had really learned to love the taste of my cum, and I slurped every drop. I saw a flash, and saw that Janet had taken a photo of me—naked, smooth, tanlined—licking up a batch of sperm. “Emma said to send this to her, to make sure you were doing the right thing.”

As I used my fingers to wipe the last drops of cum from my stomach and legs and bring it to my lips, Janet said, “Good girl, Jamie. A cum lapping, ass fucking sissy—I am impressed. Now follow me and let’s get you that body treatment.”

I ruminated about all this while Janet gave me an all over body scrub treatment, after which my skin felt tingly and soft. She had me put my robe back on and then took me to the nail salon and sat me in a big chair. She called over some of her friends and said, “OK, Jamie. We are going to give you some beautiful nails for your trip, and tint your lashes and brows to bring out your eyes. You are going to look really pretty after this. Just lay back, and we will take care of it all.”

One technician worked on my toenails and massaged my feet, another worked on my hands, and Janet attended to my lashes and brows. I just relaxed and enjoyed the pampering.

After about a half hour, everything was done. Janet had me sit up and look over the results of the manipedi. I hadn’t expected what I saw—my toes were now a beautiful hot pink with glitter that flashed as I moved them in the light. There was nothing subtle about them. My fingers, however, now sported inch-long French manicures. The technician had placed false fingernails on them, but I couldn’t even tell that they weren’t real. They looked beautiful! So feminine, and right on the line between classy and slutty. You could imagine women with these nails at a country club tea, and you could imagine them wrapped around a fat cock.

The biggest shock was looking in the mirror at my eyes. My eyes now looked huge, framed by long, midnight blue colored lashes. My brows were now darker than they were, and even more beautiful and perfectly shaped than when I first had them done. Coupled with my pouty lips, I looked much different than I had a few weeks prior and, even without makeup, appeared womanly.

“This tinting will last for several weeks. Come back after your trip and we can touch it up for you,” said Janet. “Look—perfect timing. Emma has just returned.”

Emma walked in and smiled at me. She had an overnight bag with her, but dropped it and gave me a big hug. “You look very pretty, Jamie. Let me see your nails! How do you feel? Happy?”

I had a stretched ass, extra smooth skin, cocksucker lips, sparkling eyes, beautiful nails on my hands and feet, and cum on my breath. Of course I was happy.

“I’m so glad,” Emma said, “Let’s get you dressed so we can go home.” Emma followed me back to the dressing room.

My clothes were gone.

Emma said, “I took your man clothes away. I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I know our plan is for you to fully dress like a woman when we get to Vegas, but I decided that we could start with some baby steps now.”

She started to unload the shopping bag. “I’ve gotten to know your sizes pretty well, and I’ll be very surprised if these things don’t fit.” As she unloaded the bag, I saw some dark women’s slacks, a silky camisole, and a white cotton blouse. And some silky black panties. “Go ahead, Jamie—start getting dressed.”

I slipped the panties on and they felt wonderful. My cock was starting to respond right away. “We’ll have to do something about that,” Emma said without elaboration. The cami felt cool and silky against my soft skin, and my nipples perked right up at the feeling. The blouse would have been tight a month ago, but it fit well and I awkwardly buttoned the buttons because they were on the “wrong” side and my new nails made manipulating them awkward. Finally, I put the slacks on and sipped up the zipper, which was located on the side.

“You look just right, Jamie. In dim light, you could still pass for a man but you don’t look like a woman just yet, either. You are right in between, and that is also right were you are in life, don’t you think?” I had to agree.

She gave me some new, jeweled flip flops to wear “so that I could show off my toes,” she said. As I checked myself in the mirror, I saw that my “Jamie” necklace was beautifully framed by the blouse’s collar.

“One last touch,” said Emma, and she sprayed me with some perfume. “Chanel Allure. I think that this is just the right scent for you. What do you think, Jamie?” I loved it. It smelled pretty and sophisticated, just like how I imagined myself sometimes. “It isn’t some cheap stuff like some youngh slut would wear, but neither of us are spring chickens any more,” Emma said. “I think that this is what a cock hungry cougar would wear when she sets out to find some young stud for some sport fucking.” I didn’t know that Emma thought in those terms, but I had to agree.

We were both in our 40s and, even with all the exercise and pampering, neither of us were going to look like clubhopping twentysomethings. Instead, Emma looked to me like a woman in full bloom. She was beautiful, sexy, confident, and out to get what she wants. If she were to fuck some young stud, as we talked about during our fantasy sessions, she would be ravenous. She would be the one showing him some new tricks, not the other way around. I hoped to look something like that when we got to Vegas, or at least like a woman having a late sexual awakening.

“Let’s go home. We can start getting our things ready. We can take our time tonight and tomorrow, and the airport limo picks us up bright and early the day after tomorrow.

“Say goodbye to your new friends,” she said as we started out toward the door after she paid with my debit card. Janet and the staff of the spa had all gathered by the entrance to see us off. Some were looking at me and whispering, and some were giggling under their hands.

“You look really good, Jamie. I love that blouse! It goes great with your new lashes,” said Janet. “I wish I could go with you to see what you have coming. Send us some pictures!”

“I will,” said Emma, “Don’t you worry. I want to remember all of this for a long, long time.” Pictures weren’t something I bargained for, but I didn’t say anything at that point. I waved goodbye to the girls with hands with new nails, thanked them for everything, and went with Emma to get in the car.

We drove home silently and quickly went into the house when we arrived. I walked into the bedroom and immediately saw that something was very different.

Last Nights At Home

Before I even entered my bedroom, I sensed something had changed. Emma had a sly grin on as we entered the house and walked down the hall to the bedroom. When I walked in, my closet door was open but I saw that it was almost empty except for clothes on a few hangers and a pair of women’s shoes.

“That’s right, Jamie dear. I’ve gotten rid of all your ickie man clothes. You are a sissy now, don’t you agree that it is silly for you to dress like you think you are a man?”

“Y-yes, but . . .”

“But nothing, honey. I think it will be best that you dress in sissy clothes from now until the end of our vacation. By starting now, you will be comfortable when you get all dolled up. I’ve put a pair of 3 inch heels in your closet so that you can wear them around the house and get used to walking in high heels. You wouldn’t want to drip at the party, now, would you? Go ahead and put them on. Good—they fit.

“Now don’t worry your little brain about where your man clothes are. As far as you are concerned, they don’t exist anymore. We will deal with what comes after our trip when that time comes. I want you to focus on being your best sissy self.”

I was still getting used to the idea, but I had to admit that it made sense. I liked the silky feel of the clothes that I had on and saw that I would enjoy dressing this way for the next couple of days. I was apprehensive about how I’d look while we were traveling to Vegas, but I figured that—like everything else—I’d just go with the flow.

“OK, honey. I’ve bought you some face powder and some pale, wet lipstick that is just about the same color as your natural lips. Why don’t you go in the bathroom and put it on. You need to get some practice with makeup—especially keeping your lipstick fresh.” I didn’t really know what she meant by that, but I figured that she meant I’d have to apply my lipstick several times a day like I have always seen women do.

I went in the bathroom and did as Emma told me to do. She praised me for how I put the lipstick on. It looked subtle—you almost couldn’t tell I was wearing lipstick—but it definitely enhanced my lips and look. I couldn’t believe how much better—that is, more womanly—I looked after the botox and other little enhancements. I was really proud of how I looked. I wasn’t a young beauty, but I was starting to look like someone who could attract horny men. I imagined how much fun it would be to be on the dance floor in Vegas, shaking my ass at Mr. E (my name for Emma when she will be dressed as my pimp) while I catch the eye of men checking me out. I’d be extra excited when Emma and I finally got to our hotel room to make love. I could imagine how the whole scenario would play out. I was sure that, when the vacation ended, we would be closer and more committed to each other than ever before.

I carefully walked to the kitchen and put together a light dinner for Emma and me. We ate it while watching a romantic comedy while curled up together on the couch. When it was over, Emma told me to come with her to the bedroom. She told me to go into the bathroom and get ready for bed and to come out wearing the pair of black thigh high stockings she then gave me and the high heels, and nothing else except for my jewelry. I was to put my “Sissy” anklet on around my ankle over my stocking.

I did as she instructed, and looked at myself in front of the mirror. I liked what I saw—I was lean, almost svelte. I had trimmed down so that I almost had the “thigh gap” that women were all trying to acheive about these days. I freshened my lipstick and blotted it on a Kleenex like Emma had showed me, and then rubbed some of the perfumed Chanel body lotion on myself. Looking in the mirror, I pinched my nipples and let out a moan at the electric pleasure that shot through me. I was warmed up and ready for sex.

But I wasn’t ready for what I saw when I opened the door. Emma stood there in front of me, looking like an Amazon warrior. I drank in the way that her whole body looked firm and strong. Although she was a white woman, Emma’s body had the proportions of a Brazilian samba dancer or a black dancer on a rap video. She had strong arms and shoulders, small B-cup breasts, a narrow waist, thick thighs, and a wonderful round ass. As a result of her weight lifting, it was all in formidable shape. She had also refreshed her makeup, with deep red lips and dramatic eye shadow. Like me, she was wearing black patent leather high heels. But unlike me, she was also sporting a huge hard cock.

Emma was wearing a big black strapon cock. It was about ten inches long, thick, and realistic with a big head, veins, and balls. Although she had used dildos on me before, I had never seen her with a strapon. She looked fabulous and full in charge.

“Get over here, sissy. I’m going to fuck you silly tonight. You are getting ready to fulfill your dream of looking like a woman, so I want you to get fucked like one. That is, to get fucked like a real man fucks a woman. So get on your knees and suck my big cock.”

I never wanted to do anything more in my life than to suck that cock. I knelt before my wife and sucked that strap on cock for all I was worth. “That’s it, bitch. Keep looking up here, in my eyes while you do it. I want to feel the connection while you kneel and suck.” Doing as I was told, she grabbed my head and pushed me onto that cock as I took it into my throat. “Deep throat that black cock, baby. You’ve been practicing, so I know you can do it. Now take it all the way in and press your nose into my tummy with that tick all the way down.” After a couple of failed attempts, I had the whole dick in my throat and I even extended my tongue to lick the balls.

“Nice blowjob—you do that like a real slut, baby,” said Emma. “Now get your head down, ass up, and I am going to fuck you. Now listen to me—do not touch your little sissy dick. I want to make you cum without anything touching it.” I bent down and put my ass in the air, waiting for her. I didn’t have to wait long—she coated my ass with lube with her fingers and stuck the head of the dildo in.

“Easy, babe. Let me get used to it,” I said.

Emma slapped me hard on the ass. “Shut the fuck up. I didn’t ask you how you felt. Take this cock and fuck it like the slut you are.” With that, she rammed the rest of the cock in me. It felt like an explosion that left my ass on fire. But quickly, that pain subsided as she jackhammered me and I felt that familiar pleasure of having a big dildo in my ass. I fucked her back as much as I could.

She pulled the dick out and my ass felt like it was open a mile wide and unnaturally empty. Emma slapped my ass again told me to get on the bed, on my back, with my legs spread wide and high in the air. As I did that, she stood at the edge of the bed and placed the tip of the cock against my hungry sissy pussy. Then she grabbed my ankles and, holding them firmly and wide apart, impaled me with that strapon cock. She then put my ankles on her shoulders and her hands on my nipples. I was in ecstasy, having totally surrendered to my beautiful, powerful wife. I loved the look of my stockinged legs in the air above me and my pump-shod feet framing the lust-filled look on Emma’s face as she drilled me. Just as I thought she was going to make me cum hard. Emma stopped and told me to lie back on the floor and hook my legs over her arms.

The next thing I knew, my head and shoulders were on the floor but my ass and legs were up in the air. I was doubled back on my self with Emma standing with her feet behind my shoulders. She stuck her cock in me and fucked me hard. In this position, my hard dick was just in front my own face. Unlike the last time I was in this position, the fucking that Emma was giving me pushed down on my hips. In just a few strokes, Emma pushed the head of my cock into my own mouth, where it exploded. I swallowed almost all of my cum, but a few spurts escaped to my cheek and chin. They were still there when Emma pulled the cock from my ass and roughly grabbed my head by the hair and pulled my mouth to the cock.

“That’s it, Jamie, you slut. Drink that cum. Now be a good bitch and suck this strap on cock fresh from your ass. You have done well with the rule of swallowing all the cum that comes out of you. I am now going to set two new rules which are to be observed until I say different. First, you are never allowed to cum unless you have something big in your ass. Second, when a dildo, toy, finger, or whatever leaves your ass, the first place it goes is in your mouth. Got it?”

I showed my approval by taking that cock down my throat again. If that meant I could get her to fuck my ass more, then I was all for these new rules.

After a few minutes, Emma told me to stop sucking and to come up and rest on the bed and lay on my back. Emma stroked my hairless body and said, “You did well tonight. I wanted to make sure you were ready for our trip. You seem like you have your mind in the right place play the whore at the party when we get to Vegas. Like they say, you’ve come a long way, baby.”

“Now I have one more rule to make, because I want to keep you ready for the next few days, “ Emma continued. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a velvet bag. “I want you to be a truly motivated whore when we get to Vegas, so I am going to put this on you.”

I recognized what she pulled from the bag as a CB6000 chastity device for men. “I am going to put this on you to make sure that you don’t stroke your little cock before I am ready to let you. For now, that means I’ll keep you locked up for the next couple of days before the party. Be a good sissy, and I’ll let you out then.

“Beyond keeping you horny, I also want to get you in the right frame of mind for the party we are going to. You are going to play the whore, and a pimp controls every aspect of his whores. So I want you to be totally under my control. Locking up your dick—such as it is—will be a constant reminder that you are under my control right down to your core.

“And one other thing. This will also get you to focus your sexual pleasure away from your sissy clit and onto your ass and your nipples. You’ve already showed me that you can cum like a girl; now that will be the only way for you to cum. That will also keep you in the mood to play the whore.”

I had already come so far down the road of feminization, this seemed like just another step. Of course, I agreed with Emma. It would be better to say that I submitted to Emma; my agreement or disagreement no longer seemed material.

As Emma fitted the device onto me, she said, “You should know that this is the CB6000S model. The S stands for ‘small’, and it is for smaller than average penises. It looks like yours fits in there just fine.” With that she closed the lock with a pronounced click.

Emma took the key and threaded a think gold chain through it. “Jamie—help with the clasp, honey. I’m going to wear this as a necklace to remind you—and anyone else who sees it—that I control the key to your dick. I wonder how many people will know what is going on when they see it. Won’t it be fun trying to read their faces when they look?” I closed the clasp behind her neck.

“Just think, honey. In two days we will be in Vegas. And in just four we will be at the party, living out our fantasies. I’m so excited. I have checked on all the arrangements: our costumes, your makeover, our hotel, and entertainment for the evenings before the party. Everything is in order and we are going to have the time of our lives! Just thinking about it gets me all wet, and unlike you, I haven’t cum yet. I want you to fuck me with that big black dildo before we go to sleep.”

I did just that. After warming her up with my tongue and lubing up the dildo with my spit, I fucked her with the big black rubber cock. She had no trouble taking it all in, and she writhed on the sheets as I slid it in and out. “That is so good, “ she said, “I love that thick black cock. Fuck me with that black cock. I can’t get enough of that big black cock. HMmmmmmm. I’m cumming! Black cock always makes me cum so gooooood!” By the end, she was just babbling on and on about how she loved that black dildo. As she settled down, I pulled the dildo out of her, swabbed it clean with my tongue, and put it away. I spooned behind her, ready to go to sleep. My caged dick was nestled between her cheeks and I could feel her heat. For the first time, I felt my penis strain against the plastic cage. It wouldn’t be the last.

After waking up the next morning, I dressed in my femmie attire and high heels. Emma had to go to the gym and run errands for most of the day. My job was to clean up the house—Emma hates to return to a messy house after a trip—and make sure that I was packed. I carefully laid out my clothes and toiletries. I actually wasn’t taking many clothes because Emma had arranged for me to pick up more female clothes in Vegas after we arrived. I checked and double-checked everything. I also made sure that I put the dildos and sex toys we were bringing in my checked bag so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed going through security.

Emma got home in the late afternoon saying that she had had a doozy of a workout and then spent some time hanging out with her gym friends. I knew most of them were men, and I felt a little jealous. However, I didn’t say anything and focused on the great time together that we were about to have.

I let her know that I had everything packed and would be ready to go in the morning. Emma told me there was one other thing I needed—and she tossed me a baseball cap. She said that we both knew that I was going to get a wig when we got to Vegas, but that my short, balding man hair just wouldn’t do for the trip. She wanted me to wear the cap while we traveled. I looked at it and saw that it was white with the word “Pink” across the front. I recognized it as coming from Victoria’s Secret and recalled seeing teenage girls wearing hats like this around town. I actually agreed that the cap would be a good touch.

There was no sex that night. Emma said she was tired and we needed to get up early in the morning. Emma had arranged for one of her gym friends to drive us to the airport, and he would pick us up at 7AM. I had trouble sleeping because I was getting very horny. Also, my dick strained against the cage at night as it tried to get hard during my sex dreams, waking me up with a painful ache. I tried to remember that it wouldn’t be much longer and did my best to rest as much as I could.


I was awake well before dawn and dressed as I had in the previous few days—pretty panties, silky camisole, pretty blouse, dark slacks with the side zipper. Instead of heels, I wore a pair of fancy pink flip flops—Emma wanted me to have my pedicured toes exposed.

Emma dressed alone in the bathroom. When she emerged, I was stunned by how she looked. She looked magnificent. She wore a silky white blouse and a close fitting black skirt with a slit up the thigh. She also wore dark stockings and one could see the garter fastener at the slit when she sat down. She also had on 4 inch heel pumps—something she rarely wore out and about. Her makeup was perfect and her perfume smelled wonderful. The three buttons open on her blouse framed the little key she wore as a pendant and offered the faintest glimpse of a black lace bra if you had just the right angle. Her fit body seemed to ripple under the clothes, and her ass never looked better in that skirt. The overall effect was breathtaking. She looked like a strong woman in charge of her surroundings, which obviously included me.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes, dear.”

“OK. Here we go. This is going to be fun for everybody.”

I had made coffee for us, so we sipped it in the kitchen while we waited for the car. Emma said that she had forgotten something and went back to the bedroom, where the bags still were, and took care of it. She came back after a few minutes just as the car pulled up in the driveway. I went and brought the bags out as she went out to greet her friend.

As I approached the driveway, I saw that she had embraced the driver and kissed him hello. They whispered something together and laughed about it together as I brought the bags to the car. When I approached the car, I thought I heard Emma tell Darrell about how she was still, “sore from yesterday.” I guess she must have had a tough workout at the gym.

“Jamie, this is one of my . . . uh . . . workout partners, Darrell.”

“How do you do,” I said. I saw that Darrell was a large black man, about six foot two, with a weight lifter’s muscles. He looked like the embodiment of masculinity. It made me acute me aware of how far I was from that.

Darrell let out a little laugh as he gave my manicured hand a firm shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Jamie. Wait—what does your necklace say? Jamie Littlecock? That’s fucking hilarious.” Darrell and Emma shared a conspiratorial look.

“Never mind that, Darrell. It is all part of our vacation game,” Emma said. “Thanks for taking us to the airport. Jamie—you get in the back seat. Darrell will load the trunk. I don’t want you to chip a nail.”

We got to the airport where Darrell dropped us off and helped us get our checked bags to the curbside check in. “Have a good flight. See you soon!” he said, as he gave Emma a warm hug and then pulled off.

With the bags checked, Emma and I made our way to the gate. We already had our boarding passes, so we went straight to security. The TSA agent at the front of the line looked back and forth from my driver’s license to me and back again about a dozen times before clearing me to go on—I had to explain that I’d had my lips done and that is why I looked different from my picture. He shook his head and said, “I guess it takes all types,” and waved me on. My cheeks were burning because I was blushing so much.

Emma let me go ahead of her through the metal detector. Even though I didn’t have any pockets and wasn’t wearing any metal other than my jewelry, the metal detector went off. I went back and took off my necklaces and anklet, but the metal detector went off again. That’s when I remembered about the metal lock on my cock cage. I hadn’t thought about it setting off the security alarm, but that is what was happening and I couldn’t take it off. Deeply embarrassed, I stepped forward so the guard could use the wand on me. With everyone looking, it was clear that the alarm was triggered in my crotch area. “What is that?” the agent said.

“Umm. A lock.” I replied.

“A lock. OK, we get your types here now and then. However, we have to do a visual inspection to make sure that is what it really is. Follow this agent to our inspection room.”

I didn’t have any choice. I looked back at Emma, who had sailed through security, and she was wearing a big smile. She was enjoying every second of my embarrassment.

I followed the agent to the room and entered it. There were two agents there, one male and one female. “We can’t decide which gender you are, so we decided to both come,” the male said. “Please open your pants so we can visually confirm what set off the alarm.”

I took a deep breath and unzipped the zipper at my hip. I dropped my slacks and then pulled down the front of my lacy panties. The female TSA agent could help herself and covered her mouth as she tried to suppress the giggles. The male just said, “Damn—now I see why you are locked up. That thing is useless. You aren’t any danger to anyone with that. Get dressed and get on your way.” They turned around and shared a laugh at my expense.

I was mortified but relieved that the inspection was over and returned to the security station to pick up my carry on bag. When I got there, the agent picked up the bag and said, “Uh, sir . . . ma’am . . .uh . . . is this your bag?” I replied that it was. “And is this yours too?” With that, she pulled out the big black vibrator that I like to use. I was confused because I knew I packed it in the checked bag to avoid just this kind of problem. I looked around and saw Emma laughing at me. She must have put the vibrator in my carry on as a practical joke. She was really enjoying herself.

“Yes, officer, it is mine. Is there a problem?” I said, trying to hold it together.

“That depends. I need you to turn it on for me and show me how it works before I can let you proceed. I have to make sure that you don’t have something other than batteries in there.”

I walked over and took the vibrator from him and turned the dial so it started buzzing. “There, are you satisfied now?”

“No, but I bet you will be when you use this on yourself,” she said. “You can go.” I started gathering my things. “What a fucking sissy,” I heard her say under her breath. I saw that a small crowd had gathered watching me, and they were all smirking.

I was mortified by the whole situation. But I couldn’t help but notice that I was also turned on. My dick was straining against the cage.

I put my bag back together, slung it over my shoulder, and started to head toward the departure gate with the remaining shreds of dignity that I could muster. Emma joined me. “I couldn’t help myself. I was chuckling to myself the whole way here because I wanted to see how you’d react when they found your lock and the vibrator. You put on quite a show.” I noticed that Emma didn’t apologize.

I just wanted to get on the plane. We finally boarded and took our seats. Emma and I ordered bloody marys as soon as the beverage cart came, and I had another as soon as I could. Eventually, I dozed off. When I awoke, Emma wasn’t in her seat and I needed to pee. I got up and headed back to the lavatories, and I saw that Emma was chatting with some of the flight attendants in the back of the plane. As I got there, I heard one of them say, “And you really only let him cum when he has something big inside of him?” “Insider of her,” Emma said, “I call Jamie ‘she’ now.”

Just then, a male flight attendant saw me and said, “Well, speak of the she-devil. There she is.”

An older female attendant said, “Hello, Jamie. Your wife has been telling us about your big vacation plans. Sounds like she has some big things planned planned.” They all smiled at that. “I’m not sure if I believe everything she has told me, though.”

“Oh, you don’t?” said Emma. “Jamie—be a good girl and go get that black thing you have in your bag and come back here with it.”

“Emma, are you sure that is a good idea?” I said.

“Shut the fuck up, sissy. Do what I told you. Fetch that vibrator.” I turned right around and did as she instructed. When I came back, she told me to go back into the galley where the flight attendants—who seemed to be on break—could see me but the other passengers couldn’t. First, she told me to show her new friends how I could deep throat the vibrator. I spit on the nine inch plastic toy and spread it around to lube it up, and then opened my mouth and slid it all the way down in one stroke. “Hold it there. Hold it. OK—take it out,” said Emma. I did as she said and did my best to catch my breath.

“What else don’t you believe?” asked Emma.

“I don’t believe that Jamie can cum like a girl. I just can’t believe that anyone with a dick can cum without stroking it,” said the older flight attendant, whose name was Louise.

“I don’t either,” said the male. “I’m the bottom in my relationship with my boyfriend, but that has never been enough to satisfy me.” Obviously, he fit the cliché that most male flight attendants are gay.

“I’ll do you one better. Jamie is so feminized that she can cum just by fucking that vibrator, even though her dick is caged and can’t get hard.”

“I’d have to see that to believe it,” said Louise. “Me, too,” said Anthony, the steward.

“You heard her, Jamie. I don’t think that you should do that out here, but you go in the lav with Lisa and Anthony here and do what I said. Don’t stop fucking yourself until you cum. Don’t you dare prove me wrong, and be sure to follow all the rules.”

“Yes, Emma,” I said. I went in the lav and took off my slacks and panties. Louise and Anthony came in and stood there. “OK, start the show,” said Louise.

I put one leg up, setting my foot on top of the toilet and, lubed up the vibrator again with my spit. I turned it on and slipped it inside my ass. I closed my eyes and felt it hum deep inside me as I pushed it in and out. Before I knew it, all I could think about was how good it felt to have something fucking my ass. I worked my ass up and down on that vibrator while tweaking my nipples with my other hand. Louise stepped forward and started pinching both of my nipples while I steadied myself on the counter. She said to Anthony, “I think I’d like to have a sissy like this one. I’ve had some asshole men in my life, and it would be fun to be able to take out how pissed off I am on a feminized bitch like this one. It would be very therapeutic.”

With that, she gave my balls a hard slap, making me jump.

“I’d just like one to keep around and suck my dick whenever I wanted,” said Anthony.

My dick strained against the cage and then, in a big wave, spurted cum as Lisa twisted my nipples hard. I tried to stifle my moans, but I’m sure that people a couple of rows ahead could hear me. Out of habit, I caught the cum in my hand. When my hand was full, I immediately brought it to my mouth and started to lick it all up.

“Damn, Jamie. I wouldn’t have believed anyone could, or would, do that unless I saw it myself. I’ve fucked a lot of men in my life, but I’ve never seen anything like that,” said Anthony.

“Stop licking that cum, bitch,” said Louise. “I know you love the taste, but I want you to take what is left and smear it all over your face. Rub it in.” I was surprised at how angry she sounded. “I used to fuck this man who loved to cum on my face and always tried to make me walk around in public with his cum on my face. He wanted to mark me as his. I didn’t want to do it, but I wanted to please him so I did it a couple of times. It wasn’t long after that when I found him cheating on me. I can’t believe I humiliated myself like that.” She paused a beat.

“So I am humiliating you as his proxy. If he were here, I’d make him do it. But he isn’t, so I’m doing it to you. Don’t you dare wipe off your face until this flight is over.”

I did as she told me. Then I went to the next rule and took the vibrator from my ass and sucked it clean with my mouth. Anthony said, “I always do that, too. I love to suck my lover’s cock clean after he fucks me.”

“Emma has you trained well, I’ll give that to her,” said Louise. “She told me about her plans for you in Vegas. I just wish I could be there to take part. It is going to be unbelievable. You are the biggest sissy I have ever seen.”

When we departed the lav, Louise and Anthony told Emma how right she was. Louise then told Emma about her instructions to me, and Emma smiled with delight. “Anytime you want to take out your aggression, feel free to use Jamie as your punching bag.” I didn’t know what to make of this. I had thought that our fantasy weekend was something for me and Emma to share. This whole event put a different twist on things. I wasn’t going to talk back to her at this point, though. I had too much invested in the trip to make waves. I figured we could discuss it afterward

The flight attendants congratulated Emma on what she had done. They said they hoped that they were on our flight back so that they could hear all the juicy stories. Emma and I made our way back to our seats. I could already feel the cum on my face drying into a light glaze.

As we approached the Las Vegas airport, the captain made all the normal announcements about the gate and time of arrival. Then he added, “And folks, I want to let you know we have a couple making a special celebration on our flight. Please give a round of applause to Emma and Jamie, who are starting a new life together. Our crew wants to wish you all the best and let you know that they can’t wait to see you on our flight again.” The whole plane applauded.

As we exited the plane, I saw Louise nudge the captain and point me out as he was saying goodbye to the passengers. “Let me know when you fly back home,” he said. “We’d love a sissy show in the cockpit.” I was speechless, and blushed hard as I walked off the plane.