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Sissy Hubby Ch. 01

By: buttboi



From the beginning of our relationship, my wife Stacy has been the dominant partner in our relationship, especially with regard to our sex life. We have had traditional intercourse only once during our seven year marriage and it was a disaster like my three previous experiences. Since then she has refused to try again, insisting on oral sex. 

As I lay in bed one night, Stacy walked into the room completely naked. She is a very beautiful woman, long brown hair, a tight little body with a flat tummy. She carries a C-cup on her 5’4” frame and keeps her pussy shaved to a narrow strip. 

Stacy approached the bed and stood right by my pillow, her pussy at my eye level. “Todd, I’m horny tonight.” Was all she said before she reached down and rolled me onto my back. She straddled my face and grabbed the head board while facing the wall. I knew what to do, lapping at her pussy from hole to clit. All I could see was her little strip of pubic hair, her tummy and the bottoms of her tits. In a short time she pushed her pussy down and began to grind her hips onto my face. As I gasped for air, she ground her clit across my nose while I tickled her butt with my tongue. 

Out of no where, she pulled her body off of me and gazed down between her tits. She waited until I had caught my breath before dropping her pussy down onto my mouth. Her clit caught between my lips, sucking and gently biting it just the way she likes it. The pressure she applied to my face increased, her breathing became more labored and I felt her sweat dripping down upon me. Her body quaked as she came, still grinding down on my mouth. As her orgasm passed, she lifted her body up and fell off me and was fast asleep leaving me to relieve myself. 

Slipping of bed, not wanting to disturb her, I went to the living room. Turned on a table lamp and caught my reflection in the china cabinet mirror. Standing up straight and gazing into the mirror, at 5’6 at 130 pounds, I am small for a man. My brown hair is collar length, sparse facial hair which only needs to be shaved twice a week. I ran for the track team in school and still run to this day, keeping myself in good shape. 

I quickly discarded my red thong. Stacy despises briefs and boxers. Even before we were married, all of my shorts were replaced with bright colored, stretchy thongs. 

Laying down on the couch as I sucked on my finger. Imagining I am giving a blow job to an anonymous cock. My homosexual fantasies began my sophomore year in high school after bending to pick up my towel in the locker room and bumping a friends cock with my cheek. 

Dragging my wet digit down my hairless chest, my flat stomach and finally between my legs. As I make contact with my little brown hole, I cannot help but flinch. Lightly tapping the tight muscle, the feeling never fails to drive me crazy with desire. Applying pressure until my butt accepts my fingertip. Slowly at first I drive my finger in and out of my butt. Squeezing my finger tightly as I increase the pace, all the while fantasizing about a hard cock stretching my tight little hole.

Wrapping my index finger and thumb around my cock, I eagerly jack myself off. I pause occasionally to pinch my nipples, but never stop sliding my finger in and out of my butt.

I heard my wife clear her throat and slowly opened my eyes. I am paniced and don’t know what to do, I freeze with my finger in my butt and precum leaking over my knuckles. How long had she been there? What did she see me do?

I stuttered something as she walked toward me. She looked down, nodded and said “Don’t stop now.” Feeling so humiliated and not knowing what else to do, I slowly started jacking myself off again. She sat between my spread legs and rolled her fingertip of the head of my leaking cock. She traced my lips with her precum covered finger and told me to get my other hand busy. 

Embarrassed beyond belief, I began to fuck my butt once again. She kept coating her finger in my precum and applying it to my lips. She watched closely as my finger slipped in and out of my butt. A look of pure lust covered her face. She began to ask questions in a very seductive voice, “Does that feel good?”

No longer embarrassed, only horny, “Yes, very good.”.

“Have you ever had anything other than your finger in there?”, biting her lip as she asked.

“A few vegetables, that’s all.” Feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders after finally admitting my deep dark secret. Slowly licking the precum off my lips, the taste brings me to another level of arousal.

“What do you think about when you do this?” 

I replied honestly, “I think about being taken by another man.”

I continue to jack-off as she pauses to once again coat my lips in my precum. Not waiting for her to finish, I take her finger in my mouth and lick it clean. Then, clean the precum from my own lips.

“Really? That surprises me, but also turns me on in a strange way. Would you like to do anything else with this man? Would you like to fuck him?”

I replied honestly again, “No! I wouldn’t want to fuck him, only be fucked. There is one other thing, I would love to suck on a real cock. Feeling it slide on my tongue, sucking on it like a lollypop, having him explode in my mouth.”

In a calm, understanding voice, “It sounds like you want to be used like a slut. You want a real man to fuck you in every way he can then leave you in a puddle of his cum.”

Before she even finished speaking, I came like never before. When I finished convulsing I had a trail of cum starting in the middle of my chest all the way down to my cock which had shriveled up and disappeared in my pubic hair. As I moved to stand, she pushed me back down. She forcefully said, “Stay.”

She stood and left the room, quickly returning with a spoon. “If my little slut wants to eat cum, my little slut will eat cum.” Sitting between my legs, she scooped up the largest pool and presented to my lips. At this point, I knew my life would never be the same. 

Opening wide, she spoon fed me my own cum. The salty taste did not surprise me, I had tasted my cum before, but not so much. I felt it slip on my tongue and down my throat. Huge smiles spread across both our faces. Another spoonful is offered to me. But before she fed it to me, she told me to keep in on my tongue and open wide so she could see it. I took the spoonful into my mouth, squished it around so it covered my teeth, cheeks and tongue then opened wide. 

Her eyes opened wide and a soft moan escaped her lips as she witnessed my slutty display. As the last two spoonfuls were fed to me, she explained that I no longer need to keep secrets like this. She would accept me no matter what. She loves me, and she always will.

Stacy went on to say, “And I have a few ideas to help fulfill your fantasies.”

I can’t wait!

Sissy Hubby Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and better than I had in a very long time. Rolling over to find my wife Stacy had already left for work. 

After finishing graduate school two months ago, my wife accepted a position with a prestigious firm which much paid more than we had hoped. Upon returning home from the first day of her new career, she demanded that I quit the three meaningless jobs I had held to get her through school. 

The first few days of my unemployment were spent listing my daily duties and all of the miscellaneous small projects which needed addressed. I established a daily routine: clean the house in the mornings, watch a little daytime T.V., weed and tend to the flower beds, garden and lawn in the afternoon.

Slipping out of bed and walking to the bathroom, still trying to wake up. I took a long hot shower. After drying off, I returned to the bedroom, on the dresser I found my clothes laid out for me. My wife has prepared the clothes I wear each day for as long as I can remember. On top of the pile of clothing was a note, this wasn’t unusual either, we left notes for each other quite often to remind the other of little things.

As I picked up the note, my knees locked and my eyes opened wide to see one of her sexiest, white lacey thongs lying on top of the pile. 

Calming down, I picked up the note. Her loopy handwriting with circles above the I’s covered the page. The note simply read: “Todd, A little slut should dress like a little slut. Kisses, Stacy”

I have never even thought of wearing women’s clothing. It didn’t really matter what the brain in my head was thinking, the one between my legs was taking over. For some odd reason the whole idea of it was turning me on in a big way. Without further hesitation, I slid the stretchy thong up my legs. It rose up high on my hips and dipped down into my pubic hair and butt crack. It fit much differently than the thongs with ‘cups’ I had become accustomed to and felt… sexy.

My erection was pulling the top of it away from my stomach. I adjusted my cock to the side, while still being covered it also allowed the top of the thong to lay flat.

I pulled on the white t-shirt and wasn’t surprised when it didn’t fit right. This must be the one I accidentally washed in hot water, it shrunk about a size and fit tightly, and I hadn’t worn it since believing it had been thrown out. 

The denim shorts were folded up neatly; as I picked them up I knew immediately which pair they were. They had between a one to two inch inseam, very short, the cuffs were rolled once and sewn in place and they rode very low on top, ending several inches below her hips. I bought these for Stacy several years ago, she had worn them once, saying she felt like a slut when she had them on. How appropriate.

I stepped into them and slid them up my legs. Thinking to myself, Wow! Stacy and I were close to the same size! Then I remember the summer I had purchased these she was about 15 pounds heavier. When buttoned and zipped, I too felt like a slut. Between the shorts and the shirt, about three inches of my midriff was left exposed. 

Remembering I initiated all of this with my confession last night and becoming aware of just how turned on I had become, I didn’t even consider finding something else to wear. 

I went about my daily duties, at all times being fully aware of what I was wearing. My erection faded as the day went by and I got used to the feeling of the clothing. 

The morning passed quickly by. After a quick lunch I headed for the garage to collect my gloves and gardening tools. The only person I was concerned would see me was our neighbor to the back. She is a lady in her late 40’s, from the day we moved in my wife and I believe she showed an interest in me. Whenever I stepped into the backyard, she soon entered her backyard. All the while sneaking looks at me. We have never spoken a word to her not even a wave. She lives alone and rarely has company. 

After peeking out the door and seeing no one, I strolled to the garden and got to work. Having trimmed the tomato plants and weeding the entire area I decided to avoid the front yard and call it a day. On my way back to the door I heard my neighbor’s door open behind me. Glancing over my shoulder out of habit, I saw her standing on her deck smiling while waving at me. 

I wanted to run for the door, but I froze. Unsure of what I should do, looking over my shoulder once more and seeing her walking to the fence still waving, I decided to go say hello. What the hell, she had already seen me, what do I have to loose?

She greeted me as I approached the chain link fence separating our yards. Trying my best to be casual, I introduced myself and apologized for not doing so sooner.

She replied with a smile on her face, “It is as much my fault as it yours. My name is Kim.”

We shook hands and briefly complimented each others lawns and gardens. Just as I excused myself to get back to work she reached over the fence and pulled a twig from my hair. As she did this she whispered in a sultry way, “You look so cute today Todd.”

I know my face turned deep red and I felt a knot form in my stomach. Not knowing what else to say, I whispered back a thank you. 

She smiled and winked at me, then turned her back and strolled toward her house. 

Once inside, I nearly into the bedroom and peeked out the drapes covering the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. Kim was on her deck sitting on a chair reading a magazine. 

I unintentionally “checked her out” for the first time. She stood about 5’8”, bleach blonde hair that ended between her shoulder blades, her tits were probably D-cups and her butt was round. 

The remainder of my afternoon was spent in front of the T.V. watching a movie on DVD. 

Stacy stepped through the door a few hours later she set a large bag down on the counter. After casually complimenting me on my appearance, we sat at the table and ate the pizza I had ordered earlier. I told her about my encounter with Kim. When I finished the sordid tale, a smile spread across her face. Her reply came in a throaty voice “Nice”

I cleaned the kitchen and joined her in the living room. She was sitting on the couch, smiling at me as I entered the room. The coffee table in front of her was covered with the contents of the bag she brought home. I was stunned to say the least. A stack of lacey thongs, very similar to the one I had one, were in a pile creating a rainbow of colors. 

Standing up were three, hot pink colored butt plugs. They ranged in size from slim to large. A tube of lubricant had been laid in front of them. In front of that were two hot pink dildo’s with balls and everything, one slightly larger than the other. It didn’t take a genius to figure out for whom these things were intended.

The final item she had purchased was hidden inside a small bag from a local lingerie shop. 

As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, Stacy watched my reaction. Then pointed to the unopened bag and stated in a commanding voice, “Take that to the bedroom, put it on and get back in here.” 

I remained standing there silently like an idiot.

“Didn’t I tell you to get your ass in there and change my little slut? What are you waiting for? GO! NOW!” Her voice had changed. It was deeper, demanding and it scared me a little. 

I picked up the bag and staggered to the bedroom. In a dark corner of my mind, I know I wanted this to happen. Our conversation last night had informed my wife of who I really am.

When stripped naked I opened the bag to find a pink baby doll nightie. I pulled the top of it over my head and tugged it into place. It had spaghetti straps and was held together in the front with a tiny pink bow between where tits should be. It only covered half of my butt and the whole thing was thin enough to be completely see-thru. I pulled the panties out of the bag, they were a bikini style that tied on the sides. The panties were of the same pink see-thru material. As I slid them up my legs, I realized the drapes were wide open! 

It was completely dark outside. The light of the bedroom could have allowed Kim to see me like this! As I rushed to the sliding glass doors, a flash appear from her deck. I didn’t even pause, quickly yanking them closed. “Stacy! I think Kim just took a picture of me dressed like this!” Whining as I called to her.

She replied sternly, “I hoped she would, I opened the drapes. Well she has seen you dressed up like a little slut! Get over it! Just hurry up and get in here! You have to the count of 5! 1… 2… 3… 4”

As I stepped into the living room she whistled at me. The coffee table had been cleared, covered with a pink bath towel and turned so the narrow end was near the couch on which she sat. As she pointed to the table she said in the same stern voice “Lay down, face up, head over there.” She indicated the far end for the location of my head.

When settled on the table, she leaned forward and gently rubbed my hard-on through the satiny material. “You look so sexy dressed like this. Do you feel sexy?”

“Oh god yes!” I answered eagerly without even thinking about it.

“Well tonight I will do some of the things I have been thinking about since last night.” As she said those words, she untied my panties and pulled them from my body. 

All I could do was let out a soft moan.

She tapped my knees and stated “Feet on the table, spread apart as far as you can.”

I raised my feet to the table and placed them on the very edges of it. She had me lift my butt up while she slipped a pillow under it. Stacy then gently spread my knees apart. “I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am. On second thought, it doesn’t really matter if you are.”

The comment didn’t faze me, I didn’t care. I just wanted her to get on with it. I had dreamed of something like this for so long. My train of thought was cut short when I felt her finger make contact with my little brown hole. This was the first time any person besides myself had ever touched me there. The lubricant she was applying was ice cold and I couldn’t help my hips from jumping. I heard her let out a little giggle.

Soon I felt her finger slip inside me, I nearly came right then. She must have seen my cock jump because she held completely still. “Settle down, we are just getting started”

“Okay, just give me a second” I panted, trying to slow my breathing and calm myself down. 

When the feeling had passed, Stacy withdrew her finger. Raising my head I saw her applying even more lube to the smallest butt plug. I had never seen the look on her face before, it was a cross between lust and something I couldn’t identify, perhaps determination? Her breathing was heavy and she stared at the destination of the plug she held in her hands.

“Here we go” she said as she lowered the plug out of my line of sight. 

The smooth tip of the plug made contact and quickly penetrated my tight muscle. I squealed with delight as she paused to let me catch my breath.

Stacy’s next step was simple, she grabbed my cock for leverage and pushed on the plug with all her strength until my ass clamped down on the narrow section, pulling the flange between my cheeks tightly.

My head and shoulders came up off of the table, I lost my breath, every muscle in my body tensed up. I would have screamed out in pain if I had the breath to do so. I wanted to strangle her!

She must have known this would be my reaction. As I was sitting up, she loosened her grip on my cock and sensually jacked me off. Looking into my eyes whispering, “It’s alright, the pain will fade, just relax… relax”

Just as she said it would, the pain faded. Stacy knew I was becoming relaxed and slowed her hand down on my cock. A little smile spread across my face and she removed her hands completely. 

In a calm voice I asked, “Why did you do that? Were you trying to hurt me?”

She offered this explanation, “I wanted it to feel like a real man was shoving his cock into you. I’m not sure how a real man would do it to you, but I know that’s how they fuck a girl.”

As I lay there feeling so full, she thumped the base of the plug with her finger and a shiver shot up my spine. I moaned, “Oh god.”

Rolling her fingertip over the head of my cock, she asked, “Feel like a slut?”

“Y... y... yes”

“Like a cock in your mouth right now?”

“Y... y... yes”

“Well let’s go.” She said as she stood up, offering her hand to help me up.

A wave of fear washed through me. Not being sure I heard her correctly, I asked timidly, “What did you say?”

“Get up and let’s find you a cock to suck on! Come on, what are you waiting for my little slut?” the stern tone had returned to her voice.

Once again, knowing I initiated this, I reached for her hand. When I stood up, I somehow felt fuller than before. Still holding my hand, she led the way to the bedroom and positioned me on my hands and knees.

“Be right back.” She almost sang those words as she left the room. 

There I was in my pink nightie, a plug buried deep in my ass, and my wife was going to get a cock for me to suck. My god, this is exactly what I asked for last night!

She returned in only a few minutes with a dildo in each hand. I smiled for some reason, perhaps I am not ready for a real cock yet. 

Setting them down right under my face, she crawled between my legs and grabbed the base of the plug. Slowly this time, she eased the plug out from inside me. As it popped out, I moaned again and felt so empty. 

“Oh, does my little slut miss having something in her ass?”

The word ‘her’ stuck in my mind but I offered another soft moan.

She got off the bed and stood in front of the sliding glass doors. “Shall we give your new friend a little show tonight?” she asked with her hands on the drapes.

I quickly pleaded with her, begged her not to open them. If Kim did see me, she would have a side view of all of the upcoming events of the night! Why I didn’t get up and leave the room still amazes me, but I didn’t. I laid there as she threw open the curtains, hopped back on the bed, grabbed the smaller dildo and was working it into my ass before I realized what was happening.

With her free hand, she pointed to the larger dildo and commended, “Suck on that slut.”

I picked it up and started licking the head, soon taking it between my lips. The realism of the dildo was stunning, it was about as hard as my own cock when hard. 

During this same time, Stacy had penetrated me with the second dildo and was working on getting the majority of it inside me. Each time she thrust an inch deeper into me, I arched my back and moaned over the cock in my mouth. Having been stretched by the plug, there was no pain as inch by inch she worked the dildo until satisfied with the depth.

Stacy wasted no time and began fucking me with it, slowly at first but increasing in speed.

Before long I dropped to my elbows so I could fondle the balls while bobbing up and down on the cock in my mouth.

I gazed between my legs and saw my wife was fingering her pussy with one hand and fucking me with a dildo with the other. The sight nearly made me cum. My own cock was dripping precum onto the bedspread. I pulled the cock from my mouth, rubbed its head against the head of my own cock, covering it with my thick juice. I quickly returning it back below my mouth and licked it clean.

“Getting close to making a mess slut?” 

Half moaning, half whispering “Very, very close.”

“Good” was all she said as she yanked the plug from my ass. She didn’t wait for a complaint, immediately telling me how to lay this time. As I moved to the position she described I remembered the window, Kim could have seen all of this! I paused as I panicked, this hesitation was broken by a hard slap on my ass.

I removed the window and Kim from my thoughts and returned them to what I was to do. I found myself lying on my shoulders, ass high in the air, my cock pointing right down at me dripping precum onto my lips. Stacy held my legs up under her arms as she stood at the foot of the bed. 

“Hope you like the view slut, you should get used to it. You’ll be getting to see more cocks real close up in the days to come.” She said these words with determination. 

With dildo in hand, Stacy easily penetrated my loose butt, wasting no time and began fucking me with amazing speed. I reached up and began jacking myself off, precum leaking down all over my face.

In less than a minute, I came. I squealed in a high pitched voice, as I heard it I thought a little girl was in the room. I heard my wife giggle with pleasure and saw a smile on her face as the first shot of my cum landed right on my nose. The second stuck my right cheek. The third, I caught on my tongue. All I had left were a few drops which landed on my cheeks.

Stacy let go of my legs and I couldn’t hold them up. They flew over my head and landed on the bed. 

Tonight it was my turn to fall fast asleep first.



Sissy Hubby Ch. 03



As the sleepy fog cleared my mind, I felt warm sunshine on my face. Remembering the night before, I couldn’t help but smile as I pictured my wife Stacy fucking my ass with my pink dildo. Running my hands down my slim body I felt the baby doll nightie still spread across my chest. Finding the strength to sit up and greet the day, I found I was unable to open my eyes. Raising my hands I felt a crusty layer of something around my eyes, wiping it away until my eyes could open at least part way, as usual Stacy had already left for work. 
I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, gazing at myself in the mirror, I felt that familiar tingling sensation between my legs as I realized the crusty layer on my face was cum from the facial I received last night. Sensuously swaying my hips and pouting my crusty cum covered lips, I did a little strip tease for myself as I pulled the nightie off. Completely naked, I watched my body gently sway and grind to the imaginary music in my mind. 
I felt so sexy, but not a manly sexy, more of a pretty sexy and for some reason, it didn’t bother me in the least. Turning my back to the mirror and grinding my butt in the same way I had last night as Stacy drove that hot pink dildo inside me. Having never really looked at my own butt before, I was shocked and grossed out at the amount of hair covering my cheeks, that wasn’t very sexy I thought to myself. Spreading my cheeks apart, I found the hair between them was even thicker, yucky! Maybe I’ll ask my wife what she thinks about it when she gets home tonight.
Adjusting the water temperature and hopping into the shower, I couldn’t keep my mind off the amount of hair covering myself. The hair on my face has always been sparse and thin, and I shaved regularly. My arms were also sparsely covered with light hair, that didn’t bother me either. My armpits and pubic hair were covered by long dark hair. Tugging on some of my pubic hair, I was amazed to realize the hair might be as long as my cock when it was hard! My legs and chest may also need some attention, the hair wasn’t long but it was a darker color that stood out boldly against my lightly tanned skin.
Pushing the concerns from my mind, I took my time in the shower, washing every square inch of my body, baffling myself once again with my sudden concern for personal cleanliness. When satisfied, I dried myself with a soft fluffy towel, brushed my teeth, shaved my face and applied deodorant. I then found myself with my face up close to the mirror, scrutinizing my face. What was I doing? I had never done this before? 
Before pulling my face away, I noticed a few hairs between my eyebrows and a couple of stray hairs popping out of my nose. Digging through Stacy’s cabinet, I located a tweezer. Without hesitation, I plucked the beginnings of a mono-brow and yanked out the nose hair that was visible, that made my nose run like a faucet and nearly brought me to tears.
Pleased with my appearance, I sort of skipped to the bedroom to discover what Stacy had selected for me to wear today. There was no note today, but on top of the stack was a light blue, lacey thong. Eagerly sliding it up my legs and positioning my hard cock to the side, allowing the top edge of the thong to lay flat on my tummy. The thong again dipped low in the front leaving quite a bit of my kinky pubic hair sticking out. Picking up the shirt and holding it up, I had never seen this shirt before. She must have bought more yesterday than she showed me last night. The shirt was similar to a muscle shirt, only the shoulder straps were lacey and there were wires sewn into the shirt to support boobs.
I wasn’t so sure about this, it was obviously a shirt for a girl. After rolling the idea over in my mind, I decided I didn’t want this change in lifestyle with my wife to end. Pulling on the shirt and tugging it down snugly, I found the shirt was again short, ending several inches above my belly button. It was also very tight and very thin. Looking into the mirror, I saw there were ‘pockets’ in the shirt above the wires where the boobs would be held. I stuck my hands in the pockets and pushed them out, hey I don’t look to bad with tits, I thought to myself. 
Back to the dresser, I picked up the shorts, they were a stretchy, pocket-less denim material, very short maybe a two inch inseam. Around the cuffs of each leg opening were embroidered white flowers, the chain of flowers rose up on the butt and formed the shape of a large heart spanning over both cheeks. I caught myself thinking, how cute! Quickly catching the thought and wondering where it came from.
Pulling the shorts up my legs was no easy task, they were VERY tight. I laid on the bed as I had seen my wife do before and worked them into place. Exhaling deeply, I zipped them up and buttoned them. Struggling into a standing position, I modeled for myself in front of the mirror. They were definitely tight, hugging every little curve of my body and squashing my cock into myself. The curves of my butt almost made the heart emblem look three dimensional.
The last item on the dresser was a pair of socks. They were white and short, barely covering my ankles, around the top was a fancy lacy frill that hung down toward my feet. They reminded me of what a schoolgirl would wear with a uniform. Quickly pulling them on, they looked sexy I said out loud, except for my leg hair. 
I scanned the room for my tennis shoes, where did I leave them? Right beside the dresser were a pair of white ‘flats’, as Stacy called them. They looked brand new, just as I was about to pass them on my search for my own shoes, I saw a note inside one of them. Picking up the note, it read, “Dear Dottie, (that’s Todd spelled backwards… kind of)” there was a smiley face drawn in there. It continued, “Pretty shoes for my pretty slut. Kisses, Stacy” At the bottom of the paper it read, “P.S.- it’s a belly chain.” 
My mind was completely blank as I picked up the shoes and sat on the bed, I was about to try one of them on when I heard a metal sound. Raising the toe of the shoe, a gold chain slid into the heel. Ah, belly chain, that’s what that meant! Grabbing an end and pulling it out of the shoe, I saw a little golden tag hanging from it. Examining the tag, it was inscribed with the words “My Little Slut”. I felt proud and happy and had no idea why? Wrapping the chain around my waist, clasping it in the back with the tag hanging down on my bare tummy, I felt sexier than ever before. Slipping into the “flats”, they felt very comfortable and… normal.
Standing up to leave the room and get to work, I turned just as I was passing through the door. Oh my God! The drapes have been open all along! Quickly remembering the feeling of sunshine on the face as I woke up, panicking almost dashing from the room in shame, but I remained there without moving. Bringing my eyes to focus beyond the window, I saw Kim sitting on her deck, waving me over with one hand and holding up a glass of orange liquid in a ‘cheers’ manner. 
I waved back at her and considered hiding inside all day long, she continued waving me over, inviting me to join her. I nodded my head in her direction and moved toward the sliding glass doors which separated us. Stepping out onto my own deck, Kim said loud enough for me to hear “Come on over Dottie, we’ll have some orange juice!” 
Crap! Stacy must have met with her after I fell asleep last night, how else would she know to call me Dottie? God only knows what else she told Kim about me. Crap! Feeling sort of faint, knowing all of the blood in my body had rushed to my face. I pulled myself together and started walking in her direction. I wondered to myself, what could possibly happen?
Kicking off my flats and tossing them over the chain-link fence, I hooked my toes in the fence and pulled myself up and over landing on my feet in Kim’s yard. Slipping my shoes back on and bending over to pull the lacey frill of the socks free from the shoes, I stood and took the last few steps toward her deck and sat in the only other chair right beside her. Today she was wearing a light purple summer dress with buttons all the way down the front. The dress barely contained her big boobs, and showed off her thighs nicely. 
Kim smiled brightly at me while saying “You look prettier every day I see you Dottie!” The name Dottie rung in my ears, it didn’t bother me at all, I actually thought it sounded pretty and fit me. Reaching to my stomach, fingering the golden tag hanging from my belly chain, a soft moan escaped her lips as she read the inscription. Dropping the tag, she offered her hand to me inviting me inside for a glass of juice. 
Stepping into her house I found our homes were mirror images of each other. The most apparent difference was the furnishings. Where our house is a miss match of different styles, mostly particle board and all low cost, Kim’s home was elegantly furnished with fine leather and oak furniture. The walls were tastefully decorated with painting and photographs. Flowers and candles gently scented the room.
After pouring me a glass of juice, she led the way to the living room where we sat on the couch and she continued to compliment my appearance. Feeling more and more confident and comfortable with each word she spoke.
“May I ask you a question Kim?” spoken timidly.
“Sure Dottie, anything.” She replied cheerfully.
“How long were you sitting outside this morning? Did you see me getting dressed?” feeling my face flush with embarrassment, but needing to know.
Placing her hand on my upper thigh, “Yes I did Dottie. It’s nothing to be ashamed of though, I had a nice chat with Stacy last night and she explained what was happening to you.”
“May I ask what she said was happening to me?”
“That’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Her hand sliding farther up my thigh, a wide grin spread across her face.
“I guess not… um, did you happen to… I mean you didn’t happen to glance at our house last night? Did you?” Fumbling with my words, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
She didn’t say a word as she picked up the remote control and pushed play. The large screen T.V. came alive and was filled with the image of our bedroom, me on my hands and knees, sucking passionately on the pink dildo while Stacy knelt behind me, fucking my ass with the other. 
Kim stood up and walked beside the T.V. looking right at me, “You looked so sexy in your little nightie. I couldn’t help but record it so I could watch this again and again.”
Feeling like I was sinking into the leather of the couch, even my arms and legs had turned a deep shade of red with embarrassment. I wanted to get up and run away! But I didn’t, I sat there looking at the floor.
“Dottie, you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me, I think what you are going through is so special. Actually, I would like to help you through this change if you will let me.” Kim said these words in a soft, comforting voice.
I looked up, her grin had been replaced with a caring smile. My embarrassment quickly faded, “Help me through the change? What change and how can you help me?” I asked, feeling confused but anxious for any help I could get.
“Dottie, don’t be silly, the change into the little sissy slut that you are becoming. Stacy explained everything to me, she asked if I would help you out during the days while she’s at work.” Kim’s voice had a soft tone, I believed she truly wanted to help in any way she could.
My mind spinning, sissy slut, it is what I have dreamed of for such a long time. Yet hearing the words leave Kim’s mouth startled me, looking down at my clothes, I was changing. A week ago, I wouldn’t have been caught dead in this outfit, but now it felt natural, very normal. 
Tears formed in my eyes as I whimpered “What can you do to help? I’m so confused and need help. Please help me Kim.” Bursting into tears as the words were spoken.
Kim sat down beside and let me cry it all out, holding my head between her massive boobs. She cradled me, rubbing my back until I calmed down. Then she said that while watching me last night she noticed some things I might want to change.
“Like what?” I asked eagerly, now finding myself not only wanting to please my wife, but Kim also!
Picking up the remote and rewinding to a segment that zoomed in on my naked butt, the pink dildo sliding in and out at a quick, steady pace. “Oh yuck!” I said while making a funny face. When the dildo was pulled out, there was poop on it!
“That, we can fix Dottie. I need to teach you to douche your little “pussy”!” Her hand once again on my upper thigh.
“Do you mean an enema Kim?” looking to her, confused with her choice in terms.
She replied firmly, “No Dottie, asses get enemas, “pussy’s” get douched. You do know that between your cute little cheeks there is a “pussy”, not an asshole.” Her hand sliding up my thigh until her pinky laid across my cock.
The idea of my “hole” being referred to as a “pussy” sent a chill of excitement up my spine. Her little finger laying across my cock sent a different kind a chill throughout the rest of my body. “I have never douched my “pussy” before, but I want to be clean for Stacy.” Thinking out loud, pausing to sort out my thoughts.
Kim took advantage of the pause to grab my hand, stand up and lead me down the hall. She stopped by the closet, opened the door and pulled out a brand name douche. “I hope springtime scent is alright with you, it’s all I have.” 
Lost in my thoughts, feeling like a young girl, “Springtime scent is just fine!”
Kim took my hand once again and led me to the bathroom. Once in the room, she took a step back from me and asked, “Can you get those cute shorts off, or are they painted on?” 
Without hesitation, I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts, I pushed them down about an inch and then had to suck in my tummy and wiggle the rest of the way out. My rock hard cock had leaked onto my light blue thong. I pulled the sides up which pulled the fabric in tight against my cock.
Kim had a lusty look in her eyes as she whispered, “Very nice, that is a lovely “clitty” you have there Dottie. But you need to take your panties off too.”
Looking down at my thong, my cock, she called my cock my “clitty”. Feeling like Kim truly understood me, even more so than possibly my wife. Hooking my thumbs in the sides of my panties, I quickly slid them down my legs. Standing up straight to face her, dressed in only a white muscle shirt, frilly socks and flats. Surprisingly I wasn’t the slight bit embarrassed at being nearly naked in front of my neighbor who I had never spoken to until yesterday.
Kim looked me up and down, then said critically, “We will have to do something about all that hair, but we’ll save that for another day.”
After a short giggle, I replied “I was thinking about my body’s hair this morning in the shower! Isn’t that funny?”
“Yes it is Dottie, we’re thinking along the same lines.” She placed her hand on my upper back, “Bend over, lean on the counter and we’ll get you all cleaned out!”
Getting excited about what was to happen, I enthusiastically bent at my waist, resting my head on the counter near the sink between my hands, taking the initiative and spreading my legs. Kim reached in the cupboard and withdrew a tube of lubricant. Dripping a glob of it between my cheeks, then rubbing it in with two fingers. Her free hand had cupped my little balls and was sensuously massaging them.
Pulling both hands from me, Kim opened the box and assembled the bottle, showing me each step and explaining the assembly. When ready, she placed her hand on the small of my back, positioned the tip of the douche on my “pussy”, and gently pushed. The tip easily slipped inside. 
“Are you ready sweetie? This may feel a little strange, but you will feel so clean afterwards.” 
I nodded my head, and she gently squeezed the bottle. I felt warm liquid shoot inside me, it burned for only a second then I felt it filling me up. I moaned, “How much more is there? I already feel so full.”
Kim replied softly while shifting her free hand to continue massaging my balls, “Almost done, when I say to, pinch yourself closed as tight as you can. I would be upset if you made a mess in my bathroom.”
My stomach started to cramp, it felt so heavy and my legs got weak. I thought I was going to burst when the liquid flow stopped. 
Kim uttered a single word, “Pinch.”
I squeezed my “pussy” closed as tight as I could, the cramping inside me was getting to the unbearable point.
“Mmmmmm” was all I heard as she slipped the tip of the douche out. “Okay, now keep pinching closed and stand up straight.” She commanded.
I clenched my teeth to help deal with the cramping, and stood up as straight as I could, slowly turning to face her. A look of pure lust covered her face, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my “clitty”, slowly jacking me off, slipping her other hand inside my shirt and pinching my nipples. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “We are going to have such fun together Dottie.” 
The cramping was so painful, I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Kim must have seen it in my face and pointed to the toilet. I threw up the lid, as soon as my cheeks made contact with the seat, I heard the fluid shooting out from in me. I squeezed hard to expel the liquid from my body. As the last few drips fell, my whole body relaxed. 
Kim leaned over and pushed the lever flushing the water away. Still bent over, she whispered in my ear, “Now don’t you feel clean and fresh Dottie?”
“Yes, actually I don’t remember ever feeling this clean before!” Rising up off of the toilet, my erection pointing straight out, her hand once again wrapped around it and slowly slid up and down its modest length. 
“I think tomorrow we should take care of your hair, but don’t tell Stacy. I think it would be a nice surprise for her.” She said with her hand still on my “clitty”.
“Alright.” I answered dumbly, so turned on I thought I might cum in her palm. I moaned out loud when she pulled her hand away.
“Grab your things and we’ll go chat some more in the living room.” She said as she turned and walked out.
Picking up my panties, almost putting them on, but then remembering she said to “Grab your things”, not get dressed. So I picked up my thong and shorts and carried them into the living room.
“Very good Dottie! You follow directions very well.”  The grin had returned to her face. “Why don’t you sit on the table here in front of me.” It was more of a statement than a request.
I took a seat on the coffee table directly in front of her. Casually tucked my erection between my thighs and squeezing them close together, laying my things down beside me. “So what would you like to talk about?”
She leaned forward, placed her hands on my knees and spread them apart, my erect “clitty” jumping up “What I would really like to do is to watch you stroke your “clitty”. I would love to see you squirt your girly juice.”
Now I smiled a wicked little smile as I wrapped my index finger and thumb around my “clitty” and slid up and down its length. In no time my hips were writhing. She called my attention back to her face each time I closed my eyes or looked away from her. 
It was so embarrassing to be nearly naked and stroking my “clitty” only a foot or two from a completely clothed woman. The shame, fear and deprived feelings were soon replaced with a slutty desire to give Kim a little show of her own. 
Kim concentrated on my movements and facial expressions, I think I shocked her when I stood up and turned my back to her, spread my legs and bent over, stroking myself the whole time. I slipped a hand behind me and watched her face as my index finger disappeared inside my “pussy”. 
After fucking myself for only a few minutes, my cock throbbed suddenly and I squirted my juice all over her coffee table. The orgasm was powerful, I felt my pussy clamp down on my finger as four large squirts of juice shot out, splattering on the table. Shivering from the intensity, I managed to stand up and squeeze out the last few drops. 




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“Good girls, should always clean up after themselves.” She moaned still not having even touched herself. Her arousal was very apparent, her big nipples were pushing against her dress. 
I then moved to the far side of the table and knelt down. Sticking out my tongue after suppressing my pleasure at pleasing her, I licked at the pool of juice I had made. I felt, no I was a huge slut sucking up cum from the table while looking right at my neighbor. God, I was beginning to crave the taste of it! I eagerly lapped at the table, sucking up the larger pools coating my lips with it.
When the table was as clean as it was before I arrived, I stood up and asked “Was that okay Kim?”
She smiled and nodded her head, “Go ahead and get dressed Dottie. You need to get home to clean the house and fix Stacy a nice dinner.”
Pulling on my thong and wiggling into my shorts. As we stepped out onto her deck, she kissed me on my cheek and swatted my butt, telling me “Be prompt tomorrow, I would hate to have to punish you.”
I walked to the fence, tossed my flats over and while I was hopping the fence I glanced back to her. She stood there watching me, licking her lips and smiling. 
“See you tomorrow Dottie!” she said as I walked into my house.




Sissy Hubby Ch. 04



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After picking up and cleaning the house, I prepared one of Stacy’s favorite dishes, eggplant parmesan. She pulled into the driveway just as I finished pouring two glasses of wine. Quickly serving a slice of the eggplant onto her dish, I stood by the door to greet her. Quickly tugging down my tight white muscle shirt with lacey straps, and making sure my new belly chain laid on top of my shorts with the tiny tag pointing away from me. I had just run my hand through my hair when the door opened and my wife stepped inside. 

“Well don’t you look good enough to eat!” she praised me as soon as she had looked me over. Reaching out she patted my semi-hard “clitty” harder than she had ever done before. “And you made eggplant for dinner!” wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in tight. “You are such a good little slut!”

I moved toward her lips to kiss her, she quickly pulled away and sat in her chair. Without waiting for me to join her, she started to eat. “Did you have good day Stacy?” I asked while taking a seat. 

She nodded her head, with a mouthful of food. Gazing at her from across the table, she looked wonderful. Her hair and make-up were perfect, the light tan skirt and jacket fit her perfectly accenting her hips and boobs. The white silk blouse was thin enough to see the outline of the white bra she wore beneath. How did I get so lucky as to marry this woman?

As soon as she had finished eating, she rose from the table and said, “I have another surprise for you… if you are interested?”

“Surprise? I love your surprises!” finding it impossible to remain still, jumping up out of the chair.

“Why don’t you wait in the living room for me, I’ll bring it to you.”

Skipping to the living room, I took a seat on the couch, crossed my legs and played with the tag on my belly chain, trying my best to control my excitement. 

Stacy entered the room carrying two bags, one in each hand. She set the first one down on the table right in front of me and held the other behind her. She rocked on her heels as she asked, “Dottie, do you like the clothes I chose for you to wear today?”

Looking down, the white “flats” and schoolgirl socks, the skin tight short-shorts with the heart emblem on the butt, the tight little muscle shirt, this was a “no brainer”. I answered her while cupping imaginary boobs, “Oh yes I do Stacy! I really, really like them! And you know what?”

She raised her eyebrows, indicating that she did not know.

I bashfully went on to say, “I think Kim likes them too.”

“Oh, that’s right, did you have fun with your new friend today?”

Lowering my head, noticing I was still cupping my imaginary boobs, dropping my arms and folding my hands in my lap. Unsure of how much to tell her, “Yes, we did have fun today.” Deciding to answer her question and offer no additional information. 

“That’s good Dottie, I’m glad you two had a nice day together.” She answered in way that made me think she knew everything I had done since she left for work. “Go ahead and open your surprise.”

Leaning over and picking up the plastic shopping bag, it wasn’t heavy enough for more toys, and weighed more than clothing would. Placing it between my legs, I opened the bag to find a little black leather purse. Pulling it from the bag, opening it up and examining the pockets, inside was a matching wallet much larger than the back-pocket wallet I had carried for years. Inside the wallet was a coupon from a local tanning salon with 10 tans paid for, I replacing the card in my wallet. Going back to the purse I found a little hot pink cell phone. A smile spread across my face, “They are wonderful Stacy! I love them!”

Stacy urged me on, “There is more in the bag Dottie.” 

Reaching back in the bag, I felt a handle connected to what I thought was a small box. As I pulled the box out, I discarded the now empty bag to the floor before me. The box was also black leather, setting it down on my lap, I opened the shiny silver latch and raised the lid to find… make-up! All of it brand new still contained it their individual packaging. I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement! “All of this is for me?” 

Stacy moved to sit beside me and replied, “Yes sweetie, it’s all for you.” She then began pulling out one item after the other, describing the purpose of each. In addition to the make-up, there were fake nails, three different scents of perfume and tooth whitening strips. When all of it had been opened and its purpose described, she asked “Would you like me to teach you how to use all of this now?”

“Of course, I would love for you to teach me how to properly use these things!” 

Stacy helped me pack all of the make-up back into my bag, then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs, Stacy stood between my thighs and started with the foundation, applying an thin coat over most of my face. She then applied a darker shade of foundation along my cheekbones to emphasize them. As she worked, she stated “Pay close attention Dottie, I won’t show you how to do this again. And from now on, when I come home from work I want your face all pretty for me.”

Holding as still as possible, I simply answered “Okay.” Make-up was the next logical step in my “change”, as Kim had called it. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen to me next! Returning my attention to the manner in which Stacy applied the make-up, she held up a mirror when finished with the foundation, my pores and light freckles were gone. And she was right, my cheekbones stood out with the darker tone of foundation.

Stacy had moved onto the blush, lightly dusting my cheeks with a reddish-pink color. Then the eyeliner, she outlined my eyes with thick black lines. My eyelids were then coated with eyeshadow, a lighter tone was used for my eyebrows after cleaning them with a damp cloth to wash away the foundation. The application of mascara will take some getting used to, Stacy made my lashes outrageously long.

Onto my lips, she first showed me how to apply the dark red lip liner, tracing the shape of my lips and accentuating the peaks under my nose. The medium shade of red lipstick covered my lips, first the lower, transferring it to the upper then touching up the middle of my upper lip. To complete my lips, a clear lip gloss was used to make them shiny.

Lightly dusting my cheeks, forehead, chin and nose with powder eliminated the shine. When she held the mirror up, my lips almost glowed, my eyes looks so slutty and my cheekbones stood out proudly. Gazing into the mirror, I turned my head side to side and wondered, is that really me?

My wife didn’t even pause, she set the mirror down and went back into my make-up kit, withdrawing a set of glamour length fake fingernails. Taking my hand in hers, she broke the nails from their packaging, applied the adhesive and set the nails in place. Quickly moving to my other hand and repeating the process. She chose the darkest of the three shades of red from my case and polished all ten nails. I raised my hands to my face and admired the job she had performed while blowing on them to speed up the drying process.

At this point Stacy paused, staring at me for a moment, then said “Something is still not right.” She tilted her head to the side, then perked up and stated, “Your hair! It’s your hair! We HAVE to do something with your hair.” She had raised her hand while declaring her discovery and ran her fingers through my hair just above my left ear.

I sat on the bathroom counter with my face completely made up, wearing my skin tight shorts, little lacey muscle shirt, belly chain, schoolgirl socks and white flats as my wife brushed out my hair, combed it first to one side then the other. She would shake her head after each try, finally combing it all out straight. She had me get off the counter and turn around for her. When I finished my turn, she stood there nodding her head, “I know just what to do!”

She opened a drawer and pulled out a comb and pair of scissors, “You are going to look so cute!”

I sat down on the toilet as my wife cut my hair. This wasn’t anything new, while she was in school, we often couldn’t afford for me to get my haircut. Off and on for nearly 4 years, I would sit in this same place while my wife made my hair presentable. 

This haircut was taking longer than ever before, I started to imagine her cutting each hair individually. Just as I started to get restless, she laid the scissors and comb on the counter. “You’re not done yet, just give me a little more time.” She said, I could tell she was pleased with the job she was doing.

Stacy pulled out her curling iron and blow dryer, plugging them into a nearby outlet. As she waited for the curling iron to heat up, she pulled out her hair spray. 

I had become quite anxious to see my hair. The make-up had completely transformed my facial appearance, now my hair, I could hardly wait!

As soon as the curling iron was hot, she explained what she was doing. “In the back, grab as much hair as you can and curl it away from your head. Make sure you get the entire back nice and curly. Do the same thing on both sides.” She kept working, leaning in close at times, her breasts touching my face as she switched from curling iron to comb and back again. “Now the on the top here, I am going to fluff it up and comb your bangs down straight. There, the wave across the top looks great. And all the waves in the back are just perfect!” She coated my hair with what seemed like half the bottle of hair spray. 

She set all of her tools down and offered a hand to help me up. She then covered my eyes with her hand and led me in front of the mirror. “Are you ready Dottie?”

“Yes… yes I am.” I was quite nervous and very excited at the same time. 

She dropped her hand, I opened my eyes and saw a woman. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn the person in the mirror was a girl! Stacy had done an amazing job with my hair, a truly amazing job. It was a stylish medium length cut women were wearing, a little more fluffy and full when compared to styles I had seen. But nevertheless, it looked incredible!

I stood there speechless, unable to utter a single word as I took in the sight before me. Noticing my neck, it even looked longer than it did an hour ago! My lack of an adams apple had always bothered me up to this point, now I smiled dumbly while thanking whoever was responsible for leaving that out of my genes.

“Dottie, are you okay?” Stacy asked, looking for some kind of response from me.

“Yes… I mean, oh my god, YES! It’s perfect! How can I ever make this up to you?”

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” She replied in a slightly condescending tone.

That was the second time someone had told me not to worry “my pretty little head.” What did that mean? My thoughts were cut short by her next statement.

“Dottie, we are just getting started tonight. I have made plans for you. Let’s start by opening your next surprise.” She started to lead the way back to the living room.

Following behind her, so happy I felt like I was floating down the hallway.

When Stacy had taken her seat on the couch and I stood before her, she handed me the next bag. I opened it slowly, wanting to make the feeling I had last as long as possible. There were two separate bags inside the first one. I chose one and pulled it from the bag. 

“Yes, that’s the one I want you to open first.” She had leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs.

I opened the bag and pulled out a white, spandex sports bra, the straps crossed each other in the back. On the front was a black profile of a rooster, the words “I love cock” were printed below the rooster, I couldn’t help but smile. The next item was a pair of black spandex hot pants, I was shocked at how little material they used to produce the shorts. The final items were a pair of white ankle socks and women’s trainers, tennis shoes. “And these are for…?” I asked curiously.

“Well you haven’t been running since the night I caught you playing. You need to start again, I don’t want you to get fat! So, every morning from now on, I want you to get up, fix your face and hair and then run a few miles.” It was clear that this was definitely a statement, not a request.

“I can do that Stacy.” I responded cheerfully.

“Okay, go ahead and open your next surprise Dottie.” She seemed anxious, almost as if she didn’t know how I would react.

Without responding, I picked up the second bag and opened it, feeling like a kid in a candy store. I pulled out what I thought was a sweater, after flipping it around and finding the top, I found it was a dress. A dress… wow, I knew this would come eventually, and had been looking forward to it, but holding this off-white, knitted sweater dress in my hands made me feel a little uncomfortable. 

“There is more in the bag.” She was urging me on.

Laying the dress down neatly on the table, I went back to the bag and found a new pair of tan thigh high stockings. Back into the bag, I pulled out a shoe box. Cautiously I opened the box, laying inside was a pair of black, patent leather heels.

“When a girl wears a dress or skirt, flats just won’t do, heels must always be worn.” She said this with a little smirk.

I found myself becoming excited, my guarded feelings and reservations were fading quickly. I pulled the shoes from the box, under the shoes I found two short leather straps with buckles on them. I picked them up and examined them, having no idea what they were for.

“They go around your ankles, just above the shoes. I think the combination of the shoe and strap will look hot.” She had relaxed a little, knowing for sure by the look on my face that the latest surprise didn’t shock me for long. “Go ahead and get dressed Dottie. I want to see you in your new outfit.”

Wrapping my hands around the stack of clothing, I carried it all into the bedroom.

Stacy almost shouted from the other room, “Make sure the drapes are wide open and the lights are on.”

I thought to myself, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting dressed while my neighbor, Kim watched didn’t seem to bother me any longer. Actually the idea of her watching me do naughty things from across our yards had changed from making me feel embarrassed to a huge turn on. I stepped into the room and flipped on the lights. Set the clothing on the dresser, walked across the room and opened the drapes all the way. I stood in the middle of the pane of glass and pulled off my little muscle shirt, tossing it to the bed. I then kicked off my flats and bent to take off my little socks. Then standing again, unbuttoning and zipping my shorts was the easy part, I wiggled around and sucked in my tummy and finally slid them down my legs. Standing there in front of the window wearing only my belly chain and a tiny light blue lacy thong, hoping Kim was watching me. I strolled to the dresser, opened the package of stockings and took my time pulling the tags off of everything. 

Carrying all of it to the side of the bed closest to the window, I sat down and somehow managed to slide a stocking up my leg with my half inch long fingernails. Standing up I pulled it tight, it ended about an inch below my crotch. The upper four inches of the stocking was a stretchy, sticky lining covered by lacy flowers, it clung to my leg. The color of the stocking hid the hair on my leg. That had been worrying me. Quickly pulling on the other one and loving the feeling of the stocking against my skin. 

I set the shoes on the floor and slipped my feet into them, bending down wrapping the straps around my ankles and buckling them tight. Looking down my legs, Stacy was right, the combination of the stockings, shoes and straps looked HOT! Standing up, taking a few steps, it was a little awkward but not difficult.

Picking up the dress, I slid my arms through and very carefully pulled it over my head so as not to disturb my hair and face. My entire back was left exposed, the neckline didn’t plunge but it was deep, and the dress ended just below my stocking tops. It was held in place by two thin shoulder straps and fit me like a second skin. 

I turned on my heels and headed toward the living room. Upon entering the room, I found my wife had removed her skirt and was wearing a realistic looking strap-on dildo! She sat on the couch and stroked her “cock” while asking me to turn around so she could get a good look at me. I did what I was told without thinking twice. By the time I faced her again, she was approaching me. She took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. 

We stood apart and faced one another right in front of the window facing Kim’s house, as she asked me to raise my dress. I grabbed the hem and raised it above my belly button. She stared at my erection which was jumping out of my thong.

“You need to do something about that. Try tucking it back between your legs.” She had started to stroke her “cock” again as she spoke those words.

I lowered my panties and tried to push my hard “clitty” between my legs, it wouldn’t go.

“Okay, you’ll have to do something else first. Lean your head back, close your eyes and rub that “clitty”, make yourself squirt.” She had headed for the door and was out of the room before she finished the sentence.

I did exactly what I was told. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, wrapped my finger and thumb around my clitty and began to quickly rub it up and down. Nasty thoughts entered my mind, my mouth opened wide as I imagined a hard cock sliding across my tongue. In time I found myself grinding my hips as my thoughts shifted to being fucked by a big cock. 

I didn’t stop for a second when I heard someone enter the room. Whoever it was, approached me, pressed their hand on my back and bent me over at the hips. I couldn’t stand it, I peeked, there were my wife’s shoes, whew! Quickly closing my eyes, she gently kicked my legs apart as I continued to rub my rock hard “clitty”, my juice leaking out, almost ready to drip onto the floor.

She grabbed my free arm and placed a glass in my hand then positioned it right under my dripping “clitty”. Aside from the pleasure I was inflicting upon myself, the next thing I felt was the familiar feeling of lubricant being applied to my “pussy”. Slowly, deliberately she coated my little tight hole with the lube, even slipping a finger inside. She eventually withdrew her finger, I then felt something stiff and smooth being pressed against me. The first thing that came to my mind was the strap on, she is going to fuck me! I felt it penetrate my hole, then a little quicker than I would have liked, inch by inch it entered me. 

She was stretching me wider than ever before, I thought my “pussy” was going to rip open. The more uncomfortable it became, the faster I rubbed my “clitty”. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time, I didn’t know which one to concentrate on. The pain was become too intense, I almost screamed out, when my “pussy” sucked it inside and clamped down on a narrow part. The plug! She had stuck the plug in me! Oh god I felt so full, so nasty, so slutty, and I LOVED it!!

I heard her walk toward my head, she stopped right in front of me. I was still bent over at the waist, her “cock” must be within inches of me. Stacy then slipped her hand under my neck, with a single finger under my chin she raised my head to face her. My lips were immediately bumped by what was obviously her strap-on. I opened wide and took her cock between my lips and sucked hard. Loosing my suction as a loud moan came from deep inside me, my back arched, my legs buckled and I heard the first squirt of my juice land in the glass. I licked her cock as the next two shots followed the first.





Sissy Hubby Ch. 04



Stacy stepped away from me, slid the strap on off her body and said softly, “That’s a good little slut.”

I looked up at her, stood up straight and then looked down into the glass. I wiped the last drip from my “clitty” onto the rim of the glass. 

“Drink up slut.” She uttered these words with arrogance and she stepped into her skirt.

I raised the glass to my lips, licked the rim, and then raised the glass. When it had all slid into my mouth, I squished it around and opened wide to show her. A little smirk crossed her face as she nodded her head. I quickly swallowed my juice. It tasted so good!

“Very good, now tuck that thing between your legs and get dressed. We’re going to be late.”

As I folded my limp “clitty” back and pulled up my thong. I got anxious, perhaps panicked as I wondered, what we were going to be late for? What about the plug? She didn’t say to take it out, I decided to leave it in. Tugging down my dress, checking my face and hair in the mirror, I’ll need to touch up my lips. I dashed to the bathroom and touched up my lipstick and liner and then put on a thick coating of gloss. Grabbing a few things from my make-up case, I went to the living room and loaded them into my purse.

Stacy was at the door, “Hurry up! You become more and more like a woman everyday!”

I took that as a compliment and stepped out the door before her. That felt quite strange, I usually held the door open for her.

She got into the drivers seat of her car and I sat down on the passenger side, adjusting my dress, trying to hide my stocking tops.

I asked cautiously, “Um, Stacy, where are you taking us?”

She replied quickly, “I have one more small surprise for you tonight. I know you are going to love this one!”

Going out in public for the first time with my new look, to another surprise from my wife. Oh no, what was going to happen to me next?



Sissy Hubby Ch. 05



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Stacy drove through our neighborhood finally picking up the highway and leaving behind the people who might recognize me. Being recognized didn't bother me, I was truly happy for first time. I was becoming what I was born to become. I sat silently beside my wife wearing my short, tight sweater dress, black heels with ankle straps, light blue lacy thong and my belly chain. My new purse sitting right beside my wife's between us. It was fairly late and had become dark since Stacy had arrived home. I stared just ahead of the car in the area brightly lit by the cars headlights.

I was startled by an electronic version of the song "girls just wanna have fun". My wife reached into my purse, pulled out my new pink cell phone and handed it to me. Who would have this number? It was a brand new phone, my wife just gave it to me earlier this evening? I pressed the button, raised it to my ear and timidly asked "Hello?"

"Hi Dottie, this is Kim." Kim, my neighbor said in a sultry voice.

"Oh hi! What are you up to Kim?"

"Well I saw you in the bedroom, sucking on that strap-on with a plug in your "pussy", you looked VERY sexy." Her words were dripping with horny lust.

All I could do was giggle.

"Can you still taste the cum in your mouth?"

I ran my tongue along the roof of my mouth and replied, "Uh-huh." I felt my "clitty" twitch, this conversation was turning me on again!

"Dottie, put Stacy on the phone now, I need to speak with her"

I wiggled in my seat, the plug in my "pussy" felt so good, I was going to be a horny mess by the time we got to our destination. I handed the phone to my wife, "Kim would like to speak with you."

Stacy took the phone and they chatted back and forth for several minutes. I couldn't concentrate on what was being said, all I could think about was the taste in my mouth and the pressure on my "pussy". Stacy eventually flipped the phone shut and replaced it into my purse. 

"I gave your number to Kim earlier today." She stated this as a fact, not asking if it was alright or informing me.

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I didn't care, actually I was glad she did, I wouldn't have thought to get Kim's phone number. At this point I started wondering how Stacy knew Kim's number. They must be speaking pretty regularly. My mind was running wild with the possibilities of their discussions when Stacy turned the key and shut the car off.

I looked around and didn't recognize the neighborhood. The streets were lined with nightclubs, tattoo parlors and adult theaters. My stomach went into a knot considering what Stacy had planned for me.

My door opened suddenly and Stacy offered her hand to help me out. I took it and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Stacy broke my grasp on her hand, and said just loud enough for me to hear, "We don't want everyone to think we're lesbians."

I raised my line of sight from the sidewalk and looked around. The streets were busy with pedestrian traffic. Some were waiting in lines to get into clubs, others were leaning against walls watching the people go by, and still others were walking along the sidewalks. This area was alive with people for this time of night.

We walked side by side down the street, as we passed in front of a seedy looking adult theater, a group of young men whistled at us and shouted things like "Shake it baby!"

The attention shocked me, I stepped closer to Stacy and asked "Were those comments directed at us?"

She stopped mid step, turned to face me and said "Not us, oh no, they were directed at you." A doubtful look must have crossed my face as she continued "Shall we go back and ask them?"

I shook my head quickly and replied "No, really, it's okay! I believe you!"

She started walking again with a smirk on her face, I was never more than a half a step behind her. I did not want to loose my ride home. And I had no idea what we were doing here.

We finally reached our goal, one of the nicer looking tattoo parlors. I didn't have time to ask her why she had brought me here. Even if I did ask, I am sure she wouldn't answer. Stacy held the door open as I stepped inside. 

There were a few people browsing through the books of tattoo art, a few more were admiring something in a glass cabinet, others milled around aimlessly. Stacy pointed to a clean looking chair that faced the interior of the store. I sat down and crossed my legs. As I did this, it seemed as if everyone stopped what they were doing and tried to catch a glimpse under my dress. I sat there nervously, wishing everyone would stop looking at me. Did they know the truth?

Stacy briefly spoke with a rough looking man behind the counter and then sat down in a chair beside me. I asked her what we were doing here. Her reply was what I had expected, "It's a surprise."

We both sat there and watched the other people. At one point Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think that guy is cute, don't you?" She motioned toward a solid looking, bald guy of about 21 years old. His stomach looked like a washboard under the tight t-shirt. And his jeans were wrapped tightly around him. The bulge between his legs was impossible to miss.

Without really thinking I whispered back, "Oh yeah. He is a hottie."

Stacy whispered back, "Look at that bulge, I bet he is huge."

"I would love to wrap my lips around that." As the words left my mouth, I could believe I had uttered them.

At that moment, a young man came out and called "Dottie? Is there a Dottie in here?"

I stood up and walked toward him, Stacy stood up behind me and followed. After informing him that I was Dottie, he led us down a hallway and held the curtain open to the second to last room. I stepped inside and saw what looked like a dentists chair, a rolling stool, and a regular chair against the wall. The walls were covered with posters of tattoos and naked women.

After Stacy had entered and our guide had dropped the curtain, she took my purse and told me to sit in the dentist chair. As I took my seat, she sat on the chair by the wall. Just as I got my dress adjusted, the hottie with the washboard stomach entered the room. I was stunned and speechless when he said, "Well hello, my name is Ben, and what can I do for you two ladies this evening?"

Stacy introduced us and told him I wanted to get a few piercings. Surprised, I cocked my head and looked at her, but didn't say a word. If she wanted to get me pierced, I would do it. Relaxing on the chair once again, feeling ready for anything. Ben had moved nearer to me, I couldn't help but stare at his bulge. I tried to imagine what it looked and felt like.

Stacy told him I wanted my ears and bellybutton done. She went on to describe the small gold ring she wanted in my bellybutton and the studs with pink stones for my ears. He stepped out of the room to get the jewelry. I looked back at her and said, "This is a good surprise! And you picked the right guy for the job! God he is cute."

She smiled and nodded her head as she replied "I told you not to worry. I would ever let any permanent harm come to you." The words were spoken with care, but the word permanent bothered me for a minute.

Then Ben came back with the jewelry, I calmed down as he held the ring and studs before me. Stacy spoke up, "I'll make that decision for her. Her opinions don't matter."

I felt like sinking into the chair. My opinions don't matter? I thought for a moment I might cry. Stacy must have approved the jewelry, he was once again at my side and the sight of his bulge captured my attention and imagination. He lowered the upper part of the chair until it was almost flat. 

He took a seat on the stool and rolled over to my head. When his hands made contact with my skin, an electric shock ran through my body ending at my stuffed "pussy". The horny feeling spreading throughout my body was undeniable, I felt my "clitty" twitching like crazy.

He put rubber gloves on his hands like a doctor would wear. Then pulled what looked like a gun from a nearby cart and loaded it with an earring. "This won't hurt but for a second sweetie." He said while looking down into my eyes.

POP! 

"Ow!" the exclamation barely left my lips before the pain had faded.

"See, I told you it wasn't bad." He said this while rolling to the other side of my head. 

Ben stood up above me and looked down, trying to line up the next earring with the other. His bulge was within an inch of my cheek. I wanted to reach out and grab it so bad!

He sat back down while I was still trying to gather my courage. After re-loading the gun and positioning it on my earlobe, he asked "Ready?"

"Yes." I quickly responded then tried to flash a sexy smile. Before my lips even moved... POP!

I knew the pain would fade quickly, and it did. Ben wasted no time, he turned back to the tray and swapped the gun with a funky looking needle. He slid what looked like a plastic sleeve over the needle and turned to face me. Smiling while he said, "I'll need to see your belly button to do this."

Oh no, I hadn't thought of that! And I am wearing a dress! If I lowered it from the top, my lack of boobs would be evident, and if I raised the bottom... Oh god!

Stacy knew why I had paused, she offered "Just take the dress off Dottie."

I turned to her and demanded, "What?" 

I saw the expression on her face change, she was getting really mad. Without knowing what else to do, I stood up and faced the wall. I grabbed the hem of my dress, squeezed my cheeks to keep the plug hidden and pulled it up to my neck in one swift motion, stretching the neck I raised it over my head and hung it from a hook on the wall. I turned back to Ben wearing only my heels, stockings, belly chain and light blue thong. I can't even imagine what he was thinking when he saw the lump under my panties.

He didn't even flinch, he must have seen my "clitty" under my panties, but he acted as if it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. When I had laid back on the chair, Ben placed one massive, rubber covered hand on my ribs and the other almost in my pubic hair. He pinched up the skin on the lower side of my belly button and said, "This one is going to hurt a little more, but I know you are a strong girl and can take it."

As the last word was spoken, he pressed the needle into the skin he had pinched together. I gritted my teeth and stifled my screams. It hurt like hell until it broke through the skin, then the entire area went numb. 

I didn't dare look down to see what he was doing. I felt my skin getting pulled on and then pushed against my stomach, then pulled on again. It was a very strange feeling.

Before too long, he had finished. I looked down after he had cleaned it up. A little gold ring with a golden ball captured in the ring stuck out from my tummy. I liked it! I liked it a lot!

Stacy spoke up again at this point, "There is one more piercing I would like you to do, this one may be a little... odd."

Ben replied, "We specialize in the odd around here, what would she like done next?"

He had approached her, they spoke in soft tones behind me. I was still admiring my belly button. Stacy stepped next to my head, "Dottie, Ben is going to put a ring through your "clitty" now."

A chill shot up my spine, "No, it's gonna hurt too bad!"

Ben stepped up next to the other side of my head and said, "I'll be gentle, it won't hurt as bad as you think." He was unbuttoning his pants as he spoke, he grabbed the band of his underpants and said, "I had this done a year back, the first day is a little uncomfortable, then I was back to normal." 

I couldn't help but stare at the outline of Ben's cock beneath his underpants. It was less than a foot away from my face. Silently I prayed that he would pull them down.

Still looking down into my eyes, he lowered his underpants. His massive cock fell out and a steel ring pierced the underside of the head. Wrapping his hand around it and holding it up. This is what is called a Prince Albert. He fondled himself and pointed to the ring as he spoke.

Oh my God! It was beautiful! It was definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen! I squirmed on the table as he moved closer, his hardening cock was now just above my face. I glanced to see Stacy smiling at me, quickly returning my sights on the magnificent piece of manhood dangling within my reach. Raising a hand and my eyebrows I nervously asked "May I?"

Ben happily replied, "Sure, go ahead."

With only my index finger, being very careful with my fingernail, I touched the silver ring, his cock throbbed as my finger made contact. 

Ben warned me, "The piercing is sensitive, I get a hard-on whenever it gets played with."

Almost moaning, I asked "But it doesn't hurt?" Rubbing the ring from where it appeared, to where it disappeared inside his cock head. Watching it, no, staring at it while it hardened under my touch.

He mumbled a reply, "Uh, no, not all." 

I raised my head and took the ring between my teeth, wrapping my hand around its massive length. I began to slowly jack him off, while sticking my tongue inside the ring, tickling the skin with my moist tongue.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Stacy step away from the chair. She appeared again, on the opposite side of the room with a camera and started taking pictures of me with my first cock.

I pulled my tongue out of the ring, turned to face his cock and took the head between my shiny lips. He began to gently slide that massive piece of meat in and out of my eager mouth. I saw Ben shift his leg a little and the chair began to move closer to the floor as he pulled off his rubber gloves. I raised my head to keep his cock in my mouth, he put his hand on my forehead and forcefully pushed it down. 

The chair stopped about three feet from the floor, but then the upper half reclined, lowering my head even closer to the floor. I felt like I was going to slide off the chair, so I grabbed it with both hands to hold me in place. When arranged to his satisfaction, Ben stepped to the top of the chair and put his cock back into my open mouth. I raised my chin to allow more of his cock inside me. 

Slowly at first he fucked my mouth, the first three or four inches of it sliding up against my tongue. I sucked on it, lapping at it with my tongue. Gradually, he picked up the pace and at the same time pushed more of it inside me, I got tense as he approached my throat. The next thrust slammed against the back of my mouth and I gagged. He pulled away quickly, then slammed it back to the same spot again. Gagging hard, fighting the urge to close my mouth. He pulled his cock all the way out and slapped my face with his open palm, gritting his teeth he said with disgust, "Relax slut!"

Terrified at Ben's sudden attitude change, I tried to look for Stacy. Before my head even turned, he slapped my face again. "She isn't going to save you. Hell, I think she's enjoying this!"

The flash of a camera nearly blinded me. And then my mouth was filled once again. Slamming into the back of my mouth, I did everything I could to relax. I wasn't fighting this assault, I was being used, this is what I had always wanted... wasn't it? The flashes from the camera continued, I tried to imagine what I looked like, a slut. Yes, a slut that must be what I looked like. Laying on my back with my knees bent, my legs covered in stockings, high heels with ankle strap, belly chain, my straining thong and a massive cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Yes, I definitely appeared to be a slut.

Suddenly I felt Ben's cock penetrate my throat. I thought I was going to puke. He had put one hand under my neck and the other on my chest, holding me still. He drove his cock deeper into my throat. I felt my throat voluntarily relax and accept his cock. I gripped the chair tighter, holding on as tightly as I could. I heard him moan as his massive ball sack struck my nose and forehead. He pulled his cock all the way out. I gasped for air as he slapped my cheeks with his rock hard, spit covered cock.

I had barely caught my breath before his cock smashed into my throat again. He fucked my face at an amazing pace. His hairy balls would slap against my face as he went as deep as he could, then pull it all the way out. Again and again, over and over he brutalized my throat. I lost track of time, the flashes from Stacy's camera continued. I felt tears and my own drool mixed with Ben's precum dripping down my face. 

Very suddenly he pulled all the way out and took a small step back, a string of precum connected my lips to his cock. Taking his cock in his hand he jacked himself off, pointing it right at my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as I watched his cock throb in his hand. 

He must not have cum recently, the first spurt of cum struck my chin and made a gooey line down my cheek, across my nose and closed eye, all the way to my forehead and into my hair. The next one went right between my lips, forming a puddle on the roof of my mouth. He staggered forward and stuck his cock back in my mouth. There were several more shots of cum, my mouth filled quickly, I couldn't swallow quickly enough and it leaked out and ran down my face. 

Ben withdrew his cock from my mouth and stumbled back to the chair by the wall, almost falling into it. With his cock softening up he said, "You are going to make one hell of a slut." 

I licked my lips, then drug my fingers through the cum covering my eye, licking my fingers clean and going back for more. 

Stacy appeared right in front of me, took a few more pictures and then adjusted the chair to a flat position. She tugged down my thong as she said, "You still have one more thing to do Ben," My very erect "clitty" popped up out of my panties, "can you pierce a hard "clitty"?"

Still catching his breath, he muttered "No... needs to be limp."

Stacy looked down at me and said, "Dottie, scoot down and aim your "clitty" at your mouth like you did last night. Ben might like to watch you squirt your juice." 

I immediately scooted down and lifted my stocking covered legs up and over my head, my heels hung over the edge of the chair and I thought for a moment I was going to flip onto the floor. Stacy quickly grabbed one leg and Ben appeared to support the other. I saw a smile on his face when he noticed my plug.

I wrapped my finger and thumb around my "clitty" and stroked it only a few times before my juice squirted out and landed on my lips and in my mouth. As I had been taught to do, I squished it around and then opened wide. Ben laughed out loud and said, "Yes, you are on your way to becoming one first class slut."

They gently pulled my legs over my head and laid them on the chair. I was in a dreamy place, I felt like I was floating. I had finally had a real cock in my mouth! 

Ben was near my waist, I heard the "snapping" sound of rubber gloves. In my misty state of mind, I heard Stacy and Ben talking but it was fuzzy and I couldn't understand them. Fingers covered in rubber were fondling my "clitty". 

My mind cleared as I stared at the ceiling, I heard Ben ask if I was ready, I couldn't reply for some reason. Then something sharp poked my "clitty", I tried to sit up but Stacy moved quickly to hold me down. The next sensation was indescribable. It was like a nail being driven through me! I don't think I passed out, I remember looking up at Stacy and watching her lips move, but not hearing her speak. 

My "clitty" was being pulled, pushed and twisted. The feelings were strange, it never went numb like my belly-button. Ben's touch left me and the pain faded. I felt my "clitty" throbbing and it felt different.

Ben moved beside me and adjusted the chair to a sitting position. Stacy praised me for being such a good girl. I cautiously looked down, a thin golden ring pierced the top of the head of my "clitty". I looked to Ben, smiling widely he said, "I am going to name that just for you. I am going to call it a Princess Alberta!" 




Sissy Hubby Ch. 05



He went on to explain that from now on I would have to sit down to pee or it would go everywhere. Ben explained the treatment of each of my piercings and offered his personal assistance if I encountered any problems.

They both helped me up and got me dressed. As the thong made contact with my "clitty" an erotic pain shot throughout my body and I nearly fell over. Once my panties were in place with my "clitty" tucked, the feeling softened, but didn't go away. They carefully pulled my dress over my head, put my arms through the holes and pulled it down snugly.

When I could stand alone, Ben led the way back into the lobby. I stood near the door while Stacy spoke with him privately for a moment. When she returned to my side she said, louder than necessary "Can you believe he didn't even charge us for all of that? You must have given him one hell of a blowjob in there!"

We walked out of the shop and onto the crowded sidewalk, at a slow pace we milled through the people and made our way back to the car. Stacy held open my door and shut it when I was settled. She quickly made her way to the opposite side of the car and slipped inside. 

Stacy said again how proud of me she was, but scolded me for hesitating when she told me to remove my dress in there. On the way home, she reached across and lowered my visor. She then stated, "Fix your face, it is a total mess."

I raised the little plastic cover to the lit mirror and nearly fainted when I saw cum caked on my face and in my hair! "Stacy! I walked down the street looking like this! Oh my God!"

She patted my thigh and calmly said, "Yes you did, and it was the most sexy thing I have ever seen."



Sissy Hubby Ch. 06



As I stood under the showerhead, the hot water pouring over my body, I could think of nothing except Ben's cock sliding in and out of my throat. My freshly pierced "clitty" tingled with excitement and became semi hard. I stepped out from the shower before I started stroking it, quickly drying my body with a clean, fluffy towel, taking extra care around my bellybutton and "clitty", the piercings still fresh and sensitive. I walked to the bedroom to find what I would be wearing today. With each step, a dull pain throbbed from the head of my "clitty", the little golden ring shining in the sunshine. My ears and bellybutton weren't anywhere near as sensitive as my "clitty", but that one was definitely my favorite.

A note from my wife Stacy lay on top of the clothing she had chosen for me to wear that day, the note read, "Dottie, Don't go for your jog this morning, I want your "clitty" to heal before you start that. Take it easy today, get dressed and spend the day with Kim. I spoke with her last night after you fell asleep, she said she would be happy to entertain herself with you today. Kisses, Stacy"

I set the note on the dresser and gently picked up the white lacy thong from the pile. Glancing over my shoulder, the drapes were wide open and I saw Kim sitting on her deck, she waved to me. I waved back while wiggling my butt. She was wearing jeans and a purple blouse which left a good bit of cleavage exposed. The sunshine on the silky material of her top, accentuated her massive breasts. 

I slid the thong up my legs and carefully tucked my "clitty" back between my legs. I reached back to the pile and picked up a black dress, as it came off of the dresser, I saw something that made me loose my breath... breast forms! I dropped the dress and picked them up, holding them to my chest I turned to face Kim. She appeared to be happy, but no where near as excited as I had become! I set them down on the dresser and picked up the dress again. 

This little black dress was indeed little, it hardly covered my butt cheeks when zipped all the way up the front. There was not a bra in the pile of clothes and I wasn't sure how to keep my boobs on my chest, so I decided to take them to Kim's and see what she thought. My shoes for the day were black platform heels, they had rhinestones imbedded up the 6-inch heel and across the straps. I slipped my feet into the heels and strutted back into the bathroom. 

For the next hour I did my hair and was very proud of the job I did, it didn't look as good as it had last night, but was better than I had expected. My make up took more than one attempt, I wound up washing my face after I messed up the foundation, and again after the blush. The eyeliner and mascara turned out to be easier to apply than I had thought. With my lips finally finished, I checked myself out one last time in the mirror and blew myself a kiss. In the bedroom I paused to collect my boobs from the dresser and then made my way to Kim's house. 

At the fence separating our yards, I removed my shoes and tossed them over. As I raised my leg to climb over the fence, I found the dress was too tight and holding my boobs restricted the movements of one arm. Kim laughed as she watched me struggle. Thinking quickly, I unzipped the dress to my bellybutton and stuffed my boobs inside. Grabbing the hem, I slid the dress up above my hips and climbed over the fence. Once on the ground, I tugged my dress down and withdrew my boobs and made my way to the deck where Kim sat smiling and shaking her head from side to side.

As I stepped onto the deck, she praised my appearance. The make-up, earrings and new hairstyle really made an impression on her. 

After Kim had given me a few make-up and hair tips, I followed as she stood and led the way into her house. We walked directly to her bathroom, where I saw a douche all ready for use on the counter. She said, "Well, I suppose you know what to do."

Gently setting my boobs on the counter, I raised my dress above my hips again and stripped off my panties. Bending at the waist and spreading my legs, Kim lubed up my little hole while asking how my piercings went. I explained that it was painful at times but I was extremely pleased with the results. Without pausing, I changed the subject and told her about my first cock. She brushed this off and said, "Actually Dottie, Stacy stopped by last night and showed me the pictures. We both decided you will need quite a bit of practice to become a proficient cocksucker."

Having absolutely no idea how to respond to that, I passively agreed.

With ease, she insterted the tip of the douche into my "pussy", squeezed the contents into my bowels and withdrew it. She then reached between my legs and massaged my marble sized balls. She whispered, "I want you to hold it in for as long as you can today, impress me with how long you can hold it. You know the longer it's in there, the cleaner you will get."

My "clitty" became very erect which caused the head to painfully throb, it faded and was replaced with horny, slutty feeling. I strained my muscles as I started to cramp. I gritted my teeth and heard myself moan, it seemed like I stood there for hours with my "pussy" filled up with the douche. Unable to hold it any longer, I staggered to the toilet, sat down quickly and pushed hard. The splashing sound of the fluid hitting the water filled the bathroom once again. I wiped myself clean as Kim gathered a bottle of hair remover, scissors, a razor and shaving cream. 

"Why don't you hop in the shower now and we'll take care of all that yucky hair. Pretty girls should only have hair on their heads!" She suggested this cheerfully.

I had been looking forward to this since it had been mentioned the day before. Walking down the street the night before had been exciting, but the hair on my legs was a concern. That would be a sure sign that I wasn't what I appeared. Quickly stripping myself of all clothing, I stepped into the shower with glee, wearing only a smile.

Kim got down on her knees and carefully trimmed away my pubic hair with the scissors. When it was short enough for her, she took the hair removal cream and massaged it into my pubic mound. It felt so good as she massaged my little balls. She squirted more of the cream into her palm and applied a thick coating to my legs and chest. 

She paused momentarily while she considered something, "What about your arms? Shall we make your arms hairless too?"

I asked, "Don't you think it would look funny?" 

"Hmmm... No... I think it could make you look younger, and guys have always loved to play with young girls." As she spoke, she had already started applying the cream to my arms, hands, fingers and armpits. When a thick coating covered me from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers, she told me to turn around and bend over.

After turning and bending over, I asked, "Do you need me to spread my cheeks?"

"Yes, definitely, we don't want any stray hairs to hide in there!"

Leaning against the wall with my shoulder, I reached back and spread my cheeks as wide as I could. Kim massaged the cool cream into the crack between my cheeks, paying extra special attention to my little hole. She dipped a finger inside me, twisted it and then shoved it in as far as it would go. 

"Oh God!" I moaned under my breath.

She started to slide her finger out and then pushed it back in. "Does that feel good Dottie?"

"YES!" I almost shouted.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kim teased me, still fucking me with her finger, faster than before.

"N... n... no!" My "clitty" throbbed and I bucked my hips, I felt that feeling inside that let me know if she kept this up for much longer I was going to squirt.

She quickly pulled her finger all the way out and stated, "I don't want you to cum so early. Little girls need to learn about patience anyway."

I couldn't help grinding my hips, wishing there was something, anything inside me. I tried to calm myself as she finished applying the hair removal cream to my body. It was impossible as her soft hands teased my skin.

"There, all done!" She stood up and smiled. As she read the instructions on the bottle she announced, "It says to leave the cream on for 10 minutes, rinse it off and touch up any missed hairs with the razor. So, what would you like to do for the next 10 minutes?" 

I didn't utter a sound, just looked at her with what I am sure was a stare filled with desire. 

"You naughty little girl! We are not going to do THAT! Well at least you won't be." She had leaned against the wall, her eyes wandering up and down my body. One of her hands slowly disappeared under her blouse while the other unbuttoned her jeans and slipped inside. 

I watched her hands move rhythmically under her clothes, the look on her face was one of pure lust. I couldn't resist and reached for my "clitty".

"Hands on your head Dottie, let that cream do its job."

Slowly I raised my hands, interlocking my fingers and resting them on the top of my head. It was sheer torture to watch Kim standing there pleasuring herself, it was obvious what she was doing, even though I couldn't directly see. 

The hand under her blouse moved from boob to boob, pinching and twisting her nipples. The hand in her jeans bumped back and forth at an increasing speed. Kim's eyes focusing on my very erect, throbbing "clitty" as a drop of precum clung precariously from the head. 

Her hips started to grind in synch with the hand in her jeans. I watched helplessly as she approached her orgasm. The moaning came next, louder and deeper than Stacy's moans. Kim's hips suddenly shot back as her knees buckled. Her mouth opened wide and she screamed at the top of her lungs as what must have been a major orgasm hit her like a truck. 

She stood there panting, trying to catch her breath as she released her nipple and closed her jeans. Still breathless she wheezed, "I think your 10 minutes are up." She staggered to the faucets and turned on the cold water. 

As the ice-cold water made contact with my skin, three things occurred simultaneously: goosebumps immediately covered every square inch of my body, my "clitty" shriveled up so only the head was visible, and I screamed "AHHHHH!" while jumping out of the flow.

She reached into the stall and guided me back under the water while cooing "It's okay sweetie, we need to rinse off that cream and address that tiny erection you have."

Oh god it was cold! Being careful to keep my face and hair dry, I stepped back under the water, quickly rubbing the cream off my chest, hopping out from under it when I could take it no longer. I returned to rinse off my legs, hopping out again, then my arms, hopping out again. I repeated this until my skin was free of the cream. My bottom and "clitty" were the worst, each took three trips under the water!

Kim reached into the stall and turned off the water, I stood there shivering as she handed me the shaving cream. I applied a little of it to my chest, just below my bellybutton, and some small areas on my shins where a few hairs still remained. With the razor in hand, I drug it over my skin removed the last hairs below my neck.

Kim shifted positions and told me, "Bend over and spread my cheeks, I want to check for strays back there."

I leaned against the wall and spread them as wide as I could. After a little longer than what was necessary, she said, "Looks like we have gotten every last one of them!"

Stepping out of the stall and accepting the warm soft towel from Kim, I dried and warmed myself. The towel felt different on my sensitive, freshly shaved skin. I took my time drying off, making sure every last drop of water was caught by the towel.

As I stretched to hang up the towel, Kim stated, "Goodness, you look so cute and innocent without all that disgusting hair." 

It was strange but I did feel 'cute'. Now that was a word I never would have used to describe myself only a week ago.

She pointed to a bottle on the counter. "Grab that and follow me." 

Obediently I picked up the lotion and followed Kim down the hall, we paused at a closet while she collected her video camera. Once in the living room, she took a seat in the center of the leather couch. She held up and camera and a small red light appeared on the end facing me. Her next instructions were directly to the point, "Stand in the middle of the room and apply the lotion." Without hesitation I moved into position and started rubbing the lotion on my legs. The lack of hair had made my legs look... well, like a girls'. The muscles in my shins and thighs stood out, I wondered what they would look like in my heels. I noted to myself that if I saw these legs walking down the street, I would take a second glance at them.

Kim asked, "Does it feel sexy to loose all that gross hair?"

I glanced up at her and answered "Yes, it sure does!"

"Does it make you feel more like a girl?"

Thinking about it for a second, my mind raced with crazy thoughts and I answered the question jokingly, "Actually, the make-up, hairstyle and lack of body hair have me convinced that I AM a girl" Pointing to my "clitty" and chest, "These are the only two places on my body that haven't figured that out yet!" I smiled and giggled while returning to rub the lotion on my tummy.

"Are you excited to put your tits on today?"

"I forgot about that! Excited may be putting it lightly!" 

"Does it bother you to be completely naked in front of me while I am totally dressed?"

I had almost done with the lotion, turning my back to her and rubbing it onto and between my cheeks. "Not really, I guess I am comfortable around you. You make me feel safe. Does that make sense?" 

"Yes it does Dottie. Would you like to be a real girl?"

This question just about blew me away. I had never considered it, I knew it was medically feasible, but... My mind went blank and I answered "Yes."

I stood there in shock, trying to comprehend what I had just admitted. I looked to Kim and she lowered the camera, "Go get your things from the bathroom, I'll meet you back right here." She stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

In a daze, I walked to the bathroom. After grabbing my dress, shoes and boobs, I returned to the living room to find Kim sitting on the couch with a tube of something. 

"I think it's about time you got a nice pair of tits!" Gesturing to the boobs in my hands, she continued "Those look like B-cups, they'll fit your body perfectly!" She waved me over to her as she took the cap off of the tube. "This is a special adhesive to keep them on your chest. Stacy has the solvent to neutralize it. So she will be the only one who can take them off. The reason I am saying this is so we will be extremely careful to get them on evenly."

I was standing there squeezing my tits as I held them in my hands, they felt so lifelike. They were firm, but felt like flesh. The darkened area surrounding the nipples was a very realistic color and the nipples themselves stood out in an erect manner. I guess I will look like I am either cold or turned on from this point forward.

Kim took my boobs and held them up to my chest, she adjusted the positioning then set the left one on the table. She applied an ample amount of adhesive to my right breast then carefully placed it on my chest. "Press on that for a minute. We want to be sure the glue takes hold. It wouldn't be very funny if it fell off when people were around."

I took hold of my boob and pressed hard into my chest as I replied, "No, it wouldn't. That would be very, VERY embarrassing!"

With the adhesive on my left breast, the procedure was repeated. I stood there naked, squeezing my boobs into my chest. 

"Okay, let go and we'll see if they stuck." She stood in front of me seeming to be almost as anxious as I was.

As my hands were lowered, I immediately felt the weight of them pulling on my chest and back. They were just a little bigger than a handful. Kim took hold of my hand and led me to the bathroom. I slowly came around the corner and turned to the mirror to find... me! I was so excited I started to jump up and down. My boobs bounced just like real ones! I can't remember ever being so happy! Kim was right, I did look like a young girl, I wouldn't have guessed I was more than 18, if I didn't know better!

I turned and hugged Kim, feeling our boobs press against each other sent me to a new level of excitement. "Kim, they look amazing! I never would have guessed they would look and feel so real!" Stepping back, pinching my nipples, "And I will always look excited with my nipples like this!"

"Yes Dottie, they look perfect. And the size fits your body exquisitely" She reached up and cupped my boobs, "Too bad you can't feel them."

My excitement dimmed. They will always be imitation boobs, not the real thing. I turned and looked back into the mirror, staring at them, touching them, pushing them. Always the optimist, "At least I'll fill out my clothes now." feeling proud to have my very own pair of perfect, fake boobs.

Looking farther down, I saw my tiny, bald "clitty" poking out of me, the golden ring piercing the head stuck out proudly. My little balls were still no where in sight as a result of the icy shower I had taken. Pointing in the mirror, I couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "It's even smaller than before!"

"Just the way it should be." Reaching in front of me, she touched my ring with her fingertip and I jumped, "Did that hurt Dottie?"

"Umm, no not really, I think it's numb." I didn't bother trying to explain the feeling that little touch sent through me. It was like an electric shock running beneath my skin.

Kim set her finger on the outermost part of the ring and wiggled it from side to side. My hips started grinding and I moaned loudly. It felt so weird and so very good! I couldn't wait until it was healed!

With my "clitty" still hiding, Kim handed me my thong and told me to get dressed. I stepped into my thong and enjoyed the feeling of it sliding up my bare legs. Tucking my "clitty" wasn't really necessary, but I pointed it down anyway.

I didn't have a bra, and didn't need one anyway so I pulled on the dress and zipped it up, Kim unzipped it to just above my cleavage, "It looks better that way."

I didn't argue, stepping into my heels, I asked "How do I look?"

Kim replied "Beautiful, simply beautiful."

Without saying a word, I followed her to the garage. We got into her car, as she pushed the button on the garage door opener, I asked "Where are we going today?"

"First stop is your house, you forgot your purse this morning. After that we will be going to the tanning salon, after that I need to stop by a store to pick up a few things for Stacy." She rattled off our schedule like a mother speaking to a teenager.

"I knew I was forgetting something this morning, but I was so excited about these!", cupping my boobs as I spoke.

We drove around the block to my house, I went inside and grabbed my purse as fast as I could. Once back in the car, Kim said, "You look so hot running around in that little dress! It slides up with each step you take showing off the bottoms of your cheeks!"

I bashfully replied "And I know guys love that."

The drive to the tanning salon was uneventful, but exciting nonetheless. Being out in public dressed as I was, within sight of normal people going about their normal lives would never become ordinary.

When the car was parked in front of the local tanning salon, we both got out and made our way across the parking lot. With every step I took, I remembered Kim's comment about my dress sliding up. The bouncing of my boobs with each step also kept my imagination occupied.

I stepped into a tanning salon for the first time ever, it was decorated in a tropical theme with plastic palm trees and posters of deeply tanned people in almost non-existent swimwear. 




Sissy Hubby Ch. 06



The 30-something man behind the counter looked me over from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I felt his eyes linger on my boobs. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like when a woman is gawked at by a man. 

He broke his stare and said, "Hello Kim! Who is your lovely friend?" 

I wasn't in the least bit surprised that Kim knew this man. She had lived in the neighborhood for even longer than my wife and I had.

"This is Dottie," Kim stepped aside and raised her arm in a way similar to Vanna White presenting an appliance. "She is the girl I told you about."

"Well hello Dottie! My name is Derrick."

I replied timidly, trying to sound as feminine as I possibly could, "Nice to meet you Derrick." I approached the counter, pulled the card from my purse and handed it to him. 

He punched a hole in the card and asked me to follow him. I watched his butt as we walked to the first booth. He pulled aside the curtain and I stepped inside. There was a single chair against one wall and similar posters to that displayed in the lobby.

In the center of the small room was what looked like a shower stall with clear walls. There was a door on what I thought was the front of it and little hoses lined the back wall. 

He must have seen my confusion "I know you have never done anything like this before, Kim told me. Let me explain, It's a sunless tanning booth. UV rays aren't used so there is no risk of skin cancer."

"How does it work?" I asked "What do I do?"

"You won't have to do a thing except hold still, close your eyes and hold your breath. Go ahead and get undressed, I understand you will need an all-over tan. When you are ready I'll get you arranged in the booth."

"What? Now? You want to stand there while I get naked?" shocked at his statement.

"Yes, do you want me to go get Kim? I heard that you are having problems following instructions."

The last thing I wanted was to disappoint Kim after I had done the same thing to Stacy just the night before. Lowering my head, mumbling "No." as I slipped off my shoes. I turned away from him as I unzipped my dress, slid it down my arms and laid it across the chair. The little white thong was all that covered me now, I took a deep breath, hooked my fingers in the straps and in one swift movement I slid it down my smooth legs.

I slowly stood up, covering my still shriveled "clitty" with my hand and turned around. It would have been impossible for him not to know that the boobs clinging to my chest were not real, their color didn't quite match my skin.

He guided me into the booth and said, "You sure are cute... for a slut." He slapped my ass as he emphasized the last word.

Hearing those words leave a stranger's mouth made me feel so cheap. I shamefully stood in the booth naked as he stepped behind me and positioned my arms and legs for optimum coverage. All I could think of was how glad I was that he wasn't standing in front of me.

When the proper pose had been achieved, he said "Stay just like that, when I call you, take a deep breath, close your eyes and mouth. I'll let you know when it's okay to move."

I held very still, my only movements were the rising and falling of my boobs with my breathing. 

He asked from outside the room, "On the count of three Dottie. One... Two... Three!"

I inhaled deeply and shut my mouth and eyes. I heard a sound like the air pumps at a gas station, only quieter. The warm mist of the tanning compound surrounded my body and felt so relaxing. After only a few seconds, I heard Derrick say "Almost done, just hold that position until I let you know."

The room got very quiet as the booth shut down. I kept my eyes closed and remained standing still.

After what seemed like forever, Derrick called from farther away than before. "Okay Dottie, you can move now." 

I lowered my arms and rolled my shoulders to ease the muscles. I opened my eyes as I turned to leave the booth. Through the transparent door I saw the waiting area... Derrick had left the curtain wide open! Kim smiled and waved to me as I did my best to cover myself. There were three women and one man sitting beside Kim who had all seen me. All of them stared at me with interested and confused looks on their faces.

I dashed out of the booth to the curtain and quickly shut it. I heard Kim whistle loudly and clap her hands. Soon it sounded like the rest of my audience had joined her in applauding.

Unsure of how I should be feeling, so much had changed in the past few days. I was so confused as I sat on the chair and almost started crying. Why had Kim let that happen to me? Did I do something wrong? I pulled my emotions together and got dressed. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I touched up my hair and make-up and stepped out into the lobby.

I walked to Kim without making eye contact with anyone else, "Can we go now?"

"Yes Dottie, we still have another stop to make."

I walked a step behind her, still feeling so worthless wondering why she had let me be exposed me like that. Once in the car, I decided not to bring up what had happened in the tanning salon.

As Kim drove to our next stop, I thought about how I had felt when I realized complete strangers were looking at my naked body. It didn't really bother me, and I wasn't sure why. Mulling over the thoughts bouncing around in my head I made a decision, not only was I changing physically, but mentally as well. Being naked in front of people and pleasing men I didn't even know meant that Todd could no longer exist, Dottie had taken his place.

Dottie, how I loved my new name! How it sounded with spoken aloud by Stacy or Kim, what it meant to me. I was becoming what I had always dreamed of being, a woman... no, a girl! A slutty girl who would do anything to make a cock spray its cum!

Now the word 'anything' was occupying my thoughts. Would I do 'anything' to make a man cum? 'Anything' is an awfully strong word, trying to imagine all the different things a man could do to me with his cock. The thoughts caused a stirring in my panties and I decided yes, I would do anything to be rewarded with a mouthful of a man's cum.

The car came to a stop in the parking lot of the grocery store we frequented. Stepping out of the car, the naughty thoughts of a man taking advantage of me still filled my mind. I walked beside Kim as we entered the store.

She chose two baskets, handed one to me and kept one. She then tore a list in half and suggested, "You get these things and I'll get these others. That way we can get home before your surprise."

My eyes lit up at the thought of another surprise. I took the basket, glanced at the list and headed toward the dairy section. I felt eyes on me as I strolled through the busy store. Turning quickly I caught a middle aged man watching my butt. 

Riding a wave of bravery, I purposely dropped my list. Acting annoyed, I bent at my waist and fumbled with the list. Glimpsing between my legs, I found the man deliberately staring at my legs and whatever else he was seeing. Picking up the list, I stood and continued with my shopping.

Grabbing a can of whipped cream and a quart of milk from the refrigerator, I read the list for the next item. Yogurt in a tube, the list continued with chocolate pudding in a tube and pre-made jello in cups. Having never seen a grown adult eat yogurt or pudding in the tubes marketed for children, I became doubtful that we were shopping for Kim.

After pausing to pick up the creamy peanut butter, apricot jam and a bunch of bananas, I met Kim at the front of the store. We glanced over the check-out lines and moved into the shortest one.

While waiting to check out, a man about my own age joined the line behind us. I don't know how, but I felt his eyes wandering over me. I intentionally reached behind myself and scratched an imaginary itch. Wiggling my butt a little, I slid my hand under my skirt and scratched my bare cheek. Peeking over my shoulder, just as I suspected, he blushed deeply and averted his eyes to the nearby magazine rack. 

I beamed with the knowledge that I could hold a man's attention with the simplest actions. If I would have stuck my hand down my pants and scratched my butt a week ago, women would have looked away in disgust.

The line took longer than expected to advance. I passed the time teasing the man behind me, bending over to examine a package of gum, cocking my hip against the conveyor with my hands on my hips and stretching my arms above my head. 

When Kim had paid the bill and we moved toward the door, I looked back at my admirer. He was doing his best to conceal the obvious erection straining his pants. 

After the groceries were loaded, Kim drove us toward our neighborhood. During the drive I excitedly told her about my successful efforts at teasing men. She listened intently with a proud smile on her face. When I had finished giving her all of the details, the car came to a stop in front of my house. Stacy's car was there, she was home early. Two unfamiliar cars were also parked in the driveway.



Sissy Hubby Ch. 07



I wish to offer my thanks to Earl Grey for his editting assistance. 

Your feedback and votes are ALWAYS appreciated!

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Kim and I stepped through the door to my house to find my wife Stacy, just inside wearing a floor length black, silk robe. Her make-up was a little thicker than usual, which gave her a trashy appearance: she looked hot! Stacy took my hand and led me toward our bedroom. “Your guests have already arrived,” she said while rushing us through the kitchen, “we need to get you ready for your party!”

We turned the corner into the living room as she finished speaking. Sitting on the couch were four young men, none of them could have been more than 20. As they gawked at me, I stared at them. Not a word was said. They were very cute and fit. Not being sure what Stacy had planned for me but knowing in my heart, she had my best interests at heart. Stacy dragged me down the hallway to our bedroom. 

Feeling excited and a little ticked off: she didn’t even introduce us?

I could hear Kim talking to them in the living room: she was instructing them on how to prepare for the party. 

Stacy had laid out the clothes I would be wearing for my party on our bed. Without hesitation, I quickly stripped off my dress, heels and panties. Stacy spoke up at this point, in a hushed tone “Bend over and lean against the dresser.”

I spread my legs about two feet apart and bent over, supporting myself on the dresser. Stacy walked to her nightstand, opened a drawer and pulled something out. I closed my eyes and waited as patiently as I could. I heard her walk up behind me, placing her hand on my cheek and gently moving in down my left thigh she said, “I think you look so cute without all that hair.”

“Mmmm, I like it too.” I moaned.

She pulled her hand away and soon I felt the familiar feeling of lubricant being applied to my “pussy”. She rubbed the lube all around my hole, then dipped a finger inside and quickly pulled it out. “The daily douches are keeping you nice and clean too.”

I didn’t bother to reply, none was required. I struggled to keep from grinding my hips, this unexpected attention, the teasing at the store, and the party had gotten me quite excited. My mind zeroed in on the pressure being applied to my “pussy”. I arched my back to give Stacy a better angle. I felt whatever she was pushing into me break through my tight ring of muscle. She worked it in, twisting it, pushing on it until I felt my “pussy” open up wide and clamp down on the narrow ring of what could only be a plug. 

“Oh my! That feels good!” grinding my hips as I spoke.

“Bend over a little more.”

I lowered my head and shoulders, pushing my butt up higher. Stacy grabbed my little “clitty” and pulled it back between my legs. She squatted down and pulled harder until I heard a “clink” and my “clitty” was pulled back tight between my legs. I bent over farther to see what she had done. No matter how hard I tried, I could not see the head of my “clitty”. Stacy giggled as she watched me struggle; finally, she explained that she had looped my “clitty” ring over a tiny hook on the plug's base! 

I stood up straight and felt my ring pull on my “clitty”. “Holy crap!” I bent over quickly to relieve the strain on it.

“What? Is the piercing still a little sensitive?” she asked in a soothing voice.

“Yes!” looking between my legs, it was like an optical illusion, my “clitty” was nowhere in sight.

Stacy reached between my legs to undo the little torture device she had created; I stopped her before she could disconnect it. “Umm, I really like the way it looks, and I think I can take the pain… if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course it is Dottie! I knew you would love it when you saw the results!” lightly pecking me on the cheek. She walked toward the door and said, “Now get dressed! We will all be waiting for you in the living room.” And she was gone.

I stood there and gazed at the space where my “clitty” used to be; smiling happily, I became aware that the little bump in my pants and skirts was no longer an issue! Breaking my thoughts and moving to the bed, I found an extremely small black lacy thong, a matching bra that would barely cover my nipples, black platform heels with bows on the tops, and a nylon body stocking! 

Sitting on the bed, I carefully pulled up the body stocking. My mind filled with the possibilities of the evening. In a daze, I tugged it up over my midriff slipping my arms through the sleeves and hooking the middle finger of each hand through the “ring” on the end of each sleeve. I turned to the mirror; I was encased in nylon and felt so very sexy! The stocking completely covered every part of my body from the scoop neckline down. 

Sliding up the thong and positioning it to cover any unsightly areas, I then pulled on the bra and adjusted it to best cover my new boobs. I quickly stepped into the heels, turned again to the mirror; and satisfied with my appearance, I strutted out of the room. 

I took the final step into the living room to find a sight I had never dared to dream. The floor of the room was covered in a plastic tarp. In the center of the room, the four young men sat on our kitchen chairs, facing each other, loosely forming a circle. Their underpants and jeans were pulled down to their ankles, leaving four cocks exposed in various states of arousal. Every eye was on me as I came into full view.

My stomach did flip-flops as I absorbed the scene. I felt a thin layer of perspiration form on my forehead and my mouth went dry.

Kim and Stacy stood in the center of the circle: they invited me to join them. I shook off the state of shock I was in and sashayed across the room. While passing into the circle, I felt a hand cup each of my butt cheeks followed by juvenile hoots and hollers. 

Stacy took charge of the situation: she introduced me to each of the young men. I was too intrigued with their cocks to hear a word she was saying. She then opened her robe and tossed it outside of the circle. 

I think my jaw hit the floor as my eyes wandered over her. She was clad in a sleeveless, black leather vest. It had a deep neckline and clung to her like a second skin. The black leather skirt hugged her every curve. Her shapely legs were encased in fishnet stockings, and the tops of her garters were in plain sight. She stood at least six inches taller in the platform heels that captured her feet.

Kim handed Stacy a black riding crop, she tapped it on her open palm as she continued. “This party has been arranged for Dottie’s benefit.” She walking within the circle of men, tapping each of them on the knee with her crop, “She needs experience with the art of fellatio.” 

She stood behind me, running her hands up and down my sides, “You must remain completely still while Dottie is pleasuring you, this is for her education. No thrusting. No grinding of your hips. No movement at all.” 

Stacy raised her hand and rubbed my lips with her finger, I spread them open and took her finger in my mouth. Knowing this will be an evening I will never forget as I scanned the four cocks which would soon be in my mouth.

Stacy fucked my mouth with her finger as she announced with a sense of finality, “If you cannot abide by these rules… Leave now.”

No one stood up or made the slightest motion to leave.

“They are all yours Dottie. Which one shall you start with?” Kim asked these words with her usual caring tone.

I felt so special, having my wife and best friend go to the trouble of arranging this party for me. I couldn’t believe I was the center of a lustful attention in a room full of men. 

Strutting from cock to cock, closely examining each of them. I knelt between the legs of the most nervous looking young man. His legs were shaking and precum was leaking from the head of his 6-inch cock. I aimed my face down toward his cock, opened my eyes as wide as I could and looked up at him. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I very slowly licked the underside from his balls to the head. 

I heard Kim mention from across the room, “Brian, you are a lucky young man.” 

I knew he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch me; he shifted his arms behind the chair and continued to look down at me. I took the head of his cock between my lips and sucked. He responded with a soft moan.

Stacy moved behind him, looking down at me, watching my “technique”. She scrutinized my actions as I took more of Brian’s cock in my mouth and started to bob up and down on the object of my affection. She offered, “Suck hard on the way up and relax on the way down.”

Wordlessly following her instruction, I took as much of it as I could in my mouth without gagging. Sucking as hard as I could while raising my head, I saw Brian’s eyes close and his head lean back. Quickly taking it back in my mouth, I repeated the action. 

Stacy cooed, “That’s it… very nice Dottie. You are now milking a cock. Good girl.” 

After four trips up and down on that rock hard cock, I felt it jump on my tongue. Without pausing I dipped back down, sucked with everything I had and slowly slid up off it. As soon as my upper and lower lip touched each other, he exploded. His creamy load stuck my lips with a velocity I had never seen before. I opened up to catch the next blast, which struck the roof of my mouth and dripped down onto my tongue. The final spurt hit the area where my upper and lower lips meet, part of it shot across my cheek while the rest coated my tongue.

I closed my mouth and squished it around, then opened wide to show my guest just how slutty I could be.

Stacy smiled down at me and ordered, “Spit.”

Kim had appeared and was holding a shallow bowl beneath my face. I squished it around once more then expelled his juice from my mouth. Kim used a spoon to scoop up the cum from my cheek and lips, depositing all of it in the bowl. When satisfied that I was clean, Kim placed the bowl in the center of the circle. Stacy ordered me to kneel by it, facing Brian. When positioned, Stacy asked me to thank young Brian.

I spoke directly to him, “Brian I want to thank you for coming today.”

Stacy bitterly replied, “Not for coming to the party Dottie, thank him for cumming in your mouth.”

“Oh… sorry. Brian, thank you so much for allowing your cock into my mouth. And thank you for awarding me with your cum.” I know I blushed while speaking those words.

Kim stepped forward and handed me a straw. Her statement was to the point, “Use it.” She stepped out of the circle to draw everyone’s attention to me.

Taking the straw between my lips and lowering my head to the bowl, I stared at Brian while sucking up his cream. It shot through the straw in globs that I swallowed as quickly as they arrived on my tongue. Only two sounds filled the room, the heavy breathing of my guests and the vulgar suction as I slurped the juice from the bowl.

Kim stepped forward and removed the bowl. I sat up on my knees and once again looked over the young men sitting around me, waiting their turn for me to pleasure them. A shiver shot up my spine as I became aware of the plug filling my “pussy”. I arched my back and felt a tug on my “clitty”, knowing for a fact; I had never been this horny before. 

I saw one of the guys wrap his hand around his cock and start stroking it. Stacy appeared out of nowhere and struck the back of his hand with her crop. 

“I said no movement. Do I need to make you leave?”

He begged, “No! I won’t do it again! I promise! Please let me stay!”

Stacy looked to me, pointing to the young man caught jacking off, “Nick here just moved to the end of the line. Dottie, choose one of those two.”

I scrutinized the remaining two cocks, deciding on the smaller. I crawled between his legs, sat up on my knees, and wrapped both hands around his thick cock. With both hands on it, the head rested at my ring finger of my upper hand. Slowly I began to massage his cock up and down. 

With my face lowered, eyes opened wide looking up to him, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name. I’m Dottie.”

Breathing heavily, “Tom… my name is Tom.”

In my sweetest voice, “Well it is a pleasure to meet you Tom.”

I watched as Kim set a silver serving tray down beside me. On the tray were several spoons and all of the items we had bought earlier that same day. In addition to the items I had picked up, Kim’s purchases were also present: menthol cough drops and honey.

While I examined the tray, Stacy was behind young Tom. She was handcuffing his wrists behind the chair and securing his ankles to the chair’s legs. “I want you to experiment with some ‘props’ on this cock. Tease him with them, discover which one feels best on his cock.”

Making my decision, I unwrapped three of the cough drops, popped them in my mouth and chewed them up, sucking on the little shards, feeling the menthol attack my nasal passages. When Stacy had finished fastening Tom to the chair, I leaned forward and gently blew on his cock’s head. 

He moaned loudly as I took the head between my lips. With my tongue, I licked the underside and tickled the slit on the top. He struggled to break free while I held fast to his cock. 

Moving on, I picked up the whipped cream. After shaking the can, I pushed on the plastic nozzle and made a pile on the very tip of his cock. Opening wide, I took it back in my mouth, not eating the cream, only smearing it along the upper three or four inches, I repeated this several times. At one point with my mouth full of the semi-liquid, I raised my chin above his cock and let the cream drip out onto his cock. I quickly ducked down to catch it back in my mouth before it hit the floor. This action generated a wave of moans through the room.

One-by-one, I filled my mouth with every item on the tray and tested them on his cock. I needed to give him a break now and then to keep him from cumming. The most drastic reaction came from the cough drops. Judging by his response, I think he most enjoyed the last item, chocolate pudding. 

By the time I was ready to make him cum, I was covered in slimy goop. I licked off the last of the pudding, wrapped one hand around his cock and took the head between my lips, simultaneously sucking and jacking him off. It took longer than I expected, but he finally blew his load into my mouth.

Repeating my earlier performance, I showed him his cum in my mouth and spit it into the bowl. Quickly moving to the center of the circle, I thanked him for his juice and then sucked it up with the same straw. Sitting up, I paused to massage my jaw, while watching Stacy release Tom from his bonds. 

In a short time, I was ready to move on. Brad was my next guest; he had the largest cock of the group. With Kim and Stacy’s help, I learned to efficiently deep throat a cock. Stacy smacked his thighs several times to keep him from moving. 

Kim pushed down on my head while Stacy squatted beside me, watching my face and his cock. Only when my nose was buried in his blonde pubic hair, would Stacy allow me to come up for air. This was repeated more times than I care to remember, before I was able to do it on my own.

When I was accustomed to the feeling of a cock penetrating my throat, I went all the way down and flexed my throat. This action must have felt wonderful to him because his cock erupted before I could pull off. I gagged on his cream and finally spit it up into the waiting bowl. 

After wiping away my tears of strain, I knelt by the bowl facing Brad and thanked him for the use of his cock. Lowering my head, I sucked up his cum with the straw.

Nick had waited patiently and hadn’t touched his cock since being punished by Stacy. He looked so desperate sitting there, sweat running down his forehead, his cock looking like it would voluntarily explode before my eyes. 

I crawled over between his legs, lowered my head and took one of his balls in my mouth. Releasing it, “Are you ready Nick?” I asked teasingly.

He didn’t utter a sound; he only nodded his head several times. 

Stacy moved behind me “For this one Dottie, you will try it without your hands.” She dangled the handcuffs in front of my face, then pulled them away and locked my wrists behind my back.

I leaned forward and adjusted the placement of my knees to keep my balance. When situated, I bent forward and took as much of his cock in as I could without letting it into my throat. Looking up with wide eyes, I began to bob up and down as fast as I could. After at least 10 trips up and down, I pulled all the way off and sat back on my heels, a string of precum hung between us. The string snapped and dripped down my chin.

My jaw was really starting to hurt and not being able to use my hands for support was taking its toll on my back. In my best little girl voice, “Are you going to cum for me or not?”

“Oh yeah baby! I'm gonna drown you in my cum.”

Leaning back into it, I slowly lowered down onto his cock while relaxing my throat. After a quick gag, it slid into my throat. I went all the way down and turned my head slightly tickling my nose with his pubic hair. I popped up off his cock and felt something wet land on the top of my head.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Kim standing right behind me holding her arm up. As my eyes followed along her arm, more liquid splashed onto my forehead as I quickly shut my eyes.

The young men in the room were whistling and hooting, shouting what most people would define as rude comments.

I opened my eyes to see the quart of milk in Kim’s hand. I shut my eyes again as she dumped the remainder of the bottle onto me. There was something about the idea of being covered in milk that made my “clitty” throb… hard! I had never thought of milk as being sexy before then.

With a new wave of energy, I molested Nick’s cock with my tongue. Up and down, in and out… a mixture of milk, drool and precum glazing my face and Nick’s cock. Looking up into his eyes, I pulled off and kept close to his cock while moving from side to side, slapping my face against it. 

Rolling my lips over my teeth, I took it back in my mouth as a glob of the apricot jam landed on his stomach. Moments later, I felt a spoonful of it land in my hair as I moved my face up and down, polishing his cock with my lips. 

Still shining up his rod, I felt a lot of the same slimy feeling of the jam land on my back and slither down between my cheeks. I felt it drip from my cheeks onto the floor, still sucking hard on his cock. The pudding and yogurt sticks were next; Kim drew lines with them from the top of my head all the way down my back.

I couldn’t even imagine what I must have looked like, on my knees with my butt in the air, covered with a thin layer of nylon and a sexy little bra and panties, my face speckled with cum, and my entire body coated with slimy goop. 

The noise level in the room had risen to a new level, the shouts and whistles were deafening. My attentions to his cock must have finally driven Nick over the edge. I felt his cock begin to rhythmically throb. When I knew there was no stopping what was about to occur, I pulled off his cock and sat within a few inches of the throbbing head. I smiled a toothy smile and closed my eyes as he shot load after load of yummy, creamy cum all over my face.

Kim appeared and scooped the cum from my face and deposited it into the bowl. At the same time, Stacy was unlocking the handcuffs. When free, I briefly massaged my wrists then moved into position facing young Nick. 

Kim seemed confused and asked, “Where is the straw?”

Stacy replied in a calm cool voice, “We don’t need it. Dottie, just lick it up like a pussy cat.”

Lowering my face to the bowl, Nick’s cum was mixed with a variety of slimy foods. I inhaled its aroma and began to lick from the bowl.

“Oh my God! That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!” one of the guys moaned.

It took me several minutes to thoroughly clean the bowl. When it was spotless, I sat up and rested on my heels. I massaged my jaw as I watched the four young men clean themselves with washcloths Stacy handed out. Before long, they were pulling up their pants and moving toward the door.




Sissy Hubby Ch. 07



Each one stopped on their way out and told me what a great party they thought it had been. Kim stood right by the door and discretely collected money from each of them as they passed outside.

When my guests had driven off, Stacy and Kim disappeared into the bedroom. I sat there and ran my hands over my body, rubbing the slime into my skin. I felt like the sexiest girl in the whole world!

I heard footsteps on the plastic tarp and looked up to see Kim, still wearing her jeans and purple blouse. Stacy stood beside her in the same leather skirt and vest. 

I centered my attention on what hung from each of their waists… strap-on dildos! The black straps bunched up Kim’s jeans and the harness firmly held a dildo that was purple in color and shaped like a real cock. It appeared to be as large as Brad’s cock which I had deep-throated only hours before. 

The black straps pulled Stacy’s skirt between her legs which made it look like she was wearing shorts. Her dildo was jet black, shaped like a cylinder with a rounded tip and looked to be the same size as Kim’s, only thicker. 

Kim moved in front of me, gently she placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed down. I got onto my hands and knees, while opening my mouth and taking the dildo between my lips. Stacy knelt behind me and cruelly ripped my body stocking along the only seam between my legs. The air striking my slimy “pussy” and “clitty” was chilly and goose bumps popped up all over my body.

Stacy moved closer and dragged the dildo along my inner thighs, lubricating it with the goop. After several teasing passes, she took my “clitty” and freed it from the hook on the plug. My rigid little “clitty” shot under me and bumped my tummy.

Stacy worked her fingers under the base of the plug; slowly she twisted and pulled until it popped out from inside me. With hesitating, she touched the dildo to my inner thigh again; slowly she dragged it upward between my cheeks. The stiff dildo spread them apart and exposed my loosened “pussy”. I heard her shifting her weight and then the tip of the dildo made contact with my hole. 

I uttered a moan with Kim’s dildo still in my mouth. Kim grabbed my head to keep me from pulling off. At an easy pace, she began to fuck my mouth.

At the same time, Stacy was pushing into me. It didn’t take much pressure for my “pussy” to accept her dildo. She grabbed my hips and slowly slid it in until I felt her make contact with my legs. 

I squealed in delight, it sounded like an offensive moist sucking sound with Kim’s dildo still in my mouth.

Stacy shifted her hips back and withdrew it almost all the way. As she pushed it back in, I was forced forward taking more of Kim’s dildo in my mouth. The two of them developed a rhythm, as one would pull out the other would push in. In no time, they were assaulting both my holes at a blistering pace.

My moans and squeals were the only thing heard above the wet, sloppy, sticky sounds of the nasty fuck I was receiving. 

Kim had a firm grasp on the sides of my head and Stacy and a firm grasp on my hips. They were slamming their dildos in and out of me at a pace I didn’t know was possible. 

Feeling so used and slutty sent a charge to my “clitty”. My back arched and I screamed as squirt after squirt of my juice splattered on the tarp. My arms and legs went limp and I collapsed between them. My mouth slid off Kim’s dildo, but Stacy pounded my “pussy” a few more times before extracting her dildo from inside me.

I lay there in a pool of slime. Replaying the events of the day in my mind, I knew this would always be the happiest day of my life.

The end... or is it just the beginning?