Play Date With A Bull

A Wannabe cuck gets seduced into being submissive to a Cross dressing Bull

Well, it was one of those times. Some sort of bang or noise stirred me and I stretched my arms and moved my hips a little. My eyes still closed I thought back to the really hot and kinky dream I had been having. Mmmmm, all down to chatting on Cuckold Consultant. I smiled and thought about how the chat had got me hotter and hotter, how I had built up an ongoing dialogue and relationship with Mistress Annie. There was that musty slightly metallic taste in my mouth and I could feel a soft material over my face, but I felt good.

Annie was a cross dressing Bull who after seeing a couple of pictures of my wife had expressed a desire to fuck her and make me a real cuckold, as opposed to the wannabe bedroom roleplay cuck I currently was.

It was then that I woke fully, My eyes shot open and the light softness of that just woken feeling was blown to pieces...Mistress Annie...I looked at the ceiling of our bedroom, slightly blurred and as if I was looking through a pale green filter. I went to sit up. Nothing moved, my arms flexed and I simply heard the metallic clank as the bed frame moved. The same with my legs!

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was chained to our own bed, in my own house...the full horror of my situation hit me as the recollection of the earlier events of the day hit me like a tsunami.
It had started with that fucking chat room, all those hours chatting and discussing fantasies and Mistress Annie telling me how she would like to dress in my wife's clothes, to have me dressed as a sissy and to train me to the point where I would willingly offer up my wife to her/him.

Of course I had been led by my own dick and had edged and wanked and shot my load many a time to the ideas and pics that Mistress Annie had sent me.

I lifted my head and saw the bonds that held me and also the outfit. Oh my god, the outfit. Once again it had been Annie that had got into my mind and encouraged it, but I had gone from being into the simple idea of being a cuck and watching my wife being fucked by a hung stud, to being turned into a sub sissy cuck by any potential bull. It was that idea that had led me to where I was now. All I could see was pink, white lace, the skirt bunched up preventing me from seeing my feet and of most importance to me, my dick.

Bound to my own marital bed, wearing the small birdcage total sub mission that I had bought at the same time as the pink and white maids' outfit that so foolishly adorned my body. My head fell back onto the pillow as I cursed at how my own small dick had controlled my mind and got me to this point.

Even with the cursing I could feel my dick trying to get hard in the cage. Previously my wife and I had dabbled with chastity but had done so with cages that were just toys. The previous cb3000 and even the bird locked mini we owned were sadly and embarrassingly still too big for me. Both actually allowed a degree of an erection and I had even admitted to Mistress Annie online, that I was able to make myself cum in the cages. It was Mistress Annie who had suggested a new smaller cage to maintain my desire and frustration....and like the sissy being led to sub mission...I went ahead and made that purchase.

Even with the pressure building in my groin I was feeling horny, the desire and almost addiction to be sissified and humiliated by a Dom Bull had built and built over time until I had actually agreed to meet Mistress Annie. I guess it had been almost inevitable, my desires groomed and nurtured by Annie getting more and more consumed with the idea, the idea of actually meeting and possibly playing together to see if we hit it off. Of course, there would be no chance of him actually fucking my wife yet.... but Annie always alluded to that possibility, the idea of both my wife and I serving at the feet and cock of a CD Dom bull.

There was a feeling of frustration at being bound and caged yet I still felt a wave of pleasure and hum iliation wash over me, I still hadn't realised about time and how that related to my predicament, also wondering where Mistress Annie had gone.

I recalled how Mistress had suggested a meeting for a coffee, how that had gone great the first time, how the second time I had attended in my little pink bird locked and how Mistress Annie had examined it in the car park and complemented me on being a good little sissy cuck. Of course, she had laughed as she saw how the words caused me to try and harden in the cage.

The last meeting had perhaps been the root of all my problems. At the last meeting I had arrived wearing my newest acquisition, a birdcage full sub mission. This was my first meal cage and boy it did its job. Certainly, no erections and positively no cumming whilst wearing it. Annie had laughed when I told her and insisted on seeing it. She had teased me as we sat in Starbucks. Seemingly just two ordinary middle aged me having a coffee. Yet one of them delighting in telling the other how he would teach me and my wife the joy of sub mission to a cross dressing Bull.

Out in the car park this time I showed Annie the cage. It was toyed with and pulled and prodded. Annie then examined the lock. It was one of those built in ones. Annie joked that at least I wouldn't be making the clack clack noise now with no padlock knocking against plastic. She asked to see the keys and see how it locked and unlocked. Like a fool or maybe more like a dutiful little sissy I reached into my pocket and handed over the 2 brass keys.

Annie examined them and then unlocked the lock. It slid out and stayed attached to the key. The cage remained in place but eased slightly as the cage and base ring loosened. A quick examination and Annie eased the lock back into the frame and turned the key. She stood before me smiling and then raised the keys before my eyes. She then laughed and slipped them into her jeans pocket. I think the look of excitement and sudden fear on my face amused Annie. She then told me that she was off home and that I would have to be a good sissy overnight in order to earn release. I looked puzzled and she continued. "Well tomorrow I will be visiting you at your house, well that is if you ever want these keys back along with any access to you dick and wanking privileges!"

"I will aim to be there at 10am, I expect the front door opened and you to be properly presented in your full maids' outfit. You will go from here and purchase a nice collar and lead as that will be required and we shall have a nice day with you acting as my dresser. I will try on all your wife's lingerie and her clothes. You will be a busy boy picking up and putting stuff back on hangers"

I felt my dick twitch in my cage as the idea of serving Mistress Annie in person appeared to be coming to a reality.

"Oh, I am so looking forward to having my own sissy cuck maid tomorrow, and I think I shall have some fun". With that Annie blew me a kiss and turned and walked off. I instantly became aware of my position, sitting in the back of my car, legs out, jeans round my ankles and securely locked away. Despite the shame I was aching to wank and cum.

The following day after everyone else was out of the house I made my preparations. I ensured I was freshly showered and dressed myself. there was a deeper sense of eroticism, or was it doom as I put on a pink bra and fitted the suspender belt. I sat on our bed and pulled up the stockings, securing them in place before slowly pulling up the sissy pink panties. Lastly, I pulled the maids dress up and made the best effort to raise the zip. next came the collar and then I squeezed myself into a pair of my wife's shoes.

Annie had instructed in our previous chats that if and when we met, I was required to be in some form of bondage and so my ankles were secured with lengths of chain I had purchased from Homebase. The locks snapped shut and the keys placed on a small silver plate. Lastly and more symbolic and ominous came the handcuffs. They hung just above waist height locked to a chain that ran from my collar to my cage. It would allow me movement to serve Mistress Annie but severely control me. Once on I knew they would be really awkward to get out myself, the keys to the cuffs already resting on the silver plate.

At 09:50 my phone pinged, Annie was close and required my actual house number. It was too late now!

I texted the address and received an instant reply. "I am so looking forward to this my little sissy slut, now assume the required position".

I think my heart was in my mouth but my dick attempted to harden in its cage. The small bars preventing any pleasure and reminding me that sissy cucks have to earn release. I put my phone down on the kitchen counter and shuffled to my position under the stairs, out of sight of the garden and street and left only to try and catch any sound of a car pulling up.

I knelt under the stairs and snapped the last padlocks shut, I put one wrist into the rigid cuffs that hung down and then the next. As I heard the ratchets clicking, I realised I was now at the mercy of Mistress Annie. I looked down at the plate and the keys sitting on it and whilst doing so I was shocked as I heard the front door open. No knock, no voice, no warning.

Footsteps on the tiles and the sound of a bag hitting the side of a leg. Instinctively I looked at the floor. What the fuck must I have looked like?????

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I couldn't bring myself to look up. I heard a holdall drop to the floor and felt the zip of my Uniform being pulled upwards. As it reached the top Mistress took one of the spare small padlocks and slipped it into the two small rings that she had instructed me to sew into the top of the zip line. I shivered as the small lock snapped shut making it almost impossible to take the sissy pink uniform off. "Turn" was the simply instruction, or was that order! I shuffled round on my knees to face my Mistress and saw a hand reach down and take the keys from the plate and then that same hand with manicured and painted fingernails was placed under my chin. A slight pressure caused me to raise my head to view Mistress Annie.

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A shiver went through me, it was too late now to back out!

Mistress reached down to her holdall and pulled out a small padded freezer bag. Dipping a hand inside she smiled at me and ordered me to open wide. I responded immediately as she revealed 2 knotted condoms. My eyes widened as the realisation hit.

"Bless, but aren't you the lucky one, as they said on Blue Peter, here's something I prepared earlier, and specially frozen for you". With no further ado the ice-cold balloons were deposited in my mouth immediately followed by Annie fitting a ball gag. "Mmmmmmm aren't I so thoughtful, your lovely mouth will soon bring them up to body temperature".

Next the leash was attached to my collar and I was instructed to stand. The length of chain was slowly drawn in for cing me to gingerly step forward in my heels. I was now only inches from Mistress' face.

"Oh we are going to, Oooops sorry, I AM going to have so much fun, in all our chats and all the build-up, you said you wanted to really feel dominated and humiliated like a true cuckold, well I am nothing but considerate and I intend to give you exactly what you wanted, even if it was said whilst you were all horny online playing with your little clitty". With that she reached under my skirt and gave my balls and cage a quick shake. There was a huge smile when she saw my eyes close and a small moan come from behind the gag.

Mistress then turned and without another word released a length of leash before simply tugging indicating that I should follow...not that I had much choice. It was slow going as my lack of experience walking n heels slowed me down. Mistress took me on a tour of the ground floor of the house. The worst bit being standing for a few minutes in the front rooms which risked being seen by neighbours. Stopping in the kitchen I was instructed to boil the kettle as Mistress informed me that a nice cup of tea would be in order soon It was then back to the hall where she picked up her holdall and we began the ascent of the stairs. A quick tour of the other bedrooms before we ended up in our master bedroom. Mistress Annie pulled me in and instructed that I kneel. She looked around her taking in the fact that this was the room where my wife and I slept and on the odd occasion had sex. Something that over time had become less and less frequent. Well certainly what many would think of as having sex. There were certainly orgasms a plenty but they mostly belonged to my wife. Through my own desire to be cuckolded our play had evolved to the stage where I was virtually denied all access to her pussy save for regular and longer times spent worshipping and licking her pussy. That and the use of her rampant rabbit to fill her up, as she said "like a woman needs to be filled".

I think the lack of pussy and the mind set this had put me, to not being a "real man" is what had driven me to this current position. A feeling that I deserved to be punished and humiliated for my shortcomings. The moment and the position I were in hit me. The coldness in my mouth as I could feel the condoms and their contents starting to melt. Whilst I felt a twitch in my caged dick, I looked at the wooden floor of my ow bedroom and felt the shame building within.

I was brought back to reality with a tug on my leash as Mistress informed me that I was to collect all photo albums in the house and bring them to the room. She also required that my wife's toys be placed on the bed for inspection and that I find a nice porn channel for the TV, meanwhile she would be taking a shower. She also reminded me that "my wife" should also "be prepared".

This was one of the kinky ideas she had had from our chats. Although my wife was not quite at the stage to actually make our cuckold role play a reality, Mistress had stated that I must purchase a blow up doll that would take her place, at least as she said "until such times as I make you a real cuck to a sub wife and Dom cross dressing Bull"!

I immediately rose from my kneeling position and wobbled off to do my bidding.

I carried out my duties whilst Mistress proceeded to walk around the bedrooms. In a couple of minutes, I had the towel, the toys and the photos as requested and I had gone through the Internet TV and put a MILF channel on. I also fetched the laptop and fired it up inserting the flash drive with all my kink related files on. I placed a selection of her heels by the door to the en-suite to allow Mistress a choice. I next inflated "my wife", a blow-up doll modelled as if to be on all fours. Mistress has determined this would be better as she would be able to sit in bed and at the dining table when we ate and also be readily available for a fucking.

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Just as I finished Mistress returned and began inspecting the toys and ensuring everything was as required. Once happy she instructed me to stand at the end of our bed. "Now my little sissy wannabe cuck we need to make you comfortable for the next bit".

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Positioning myself at the end of the bed, facing away from the TV and towards its head I balanced on my heels. Mistress then took some Velcro straps and secured my legs to the metal bed frame. She then lifted the hem of my dress and pulled my panties down revealing my cage.

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"Ahhhh isn't that sweet, all turned on, trying to get hard and can't be touched", with a little squeeze of my balls Mistress finished, "but then a little clit like that doesn't deserve to be touched does it my little sissy?" All I could do was close my eyes and moan int my gag..........and what the fuck was I doing? In bondage in my own house, my own bedroom and really at the mercy of Mistress Annie.

Having me hold the hem of my dress up I was then informed that I was required to maintain the position until notified and that failing to keep my cage on display would result in summary punishment. Mistress produced a small flogger from her bag and with a broad smile and maintaining eye contact, placed it on the bed.

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I was then informed that Mistress required a shower before the day commenced and with a laugh, she picked up the towel and disappeared into the en-suite. I heard the sound of the shower in between the moans coming from the TV behind me. The cage pulling my balls away from my body and despite my attempts to think of something none sexual, the scene and my predicament left me straining and aroused. Even more so when I swallowed and tasted rubber with the added sensation of the now warmed rubbers moving on my tongue.

Minutes passed before Mistress Annie emerged from the shower, fresh and clean, drying her hair she walked to the mirror and applied some lipstick and other makeup before walking behind me and opening my wife's lingerie drawer. For the next few minutes, I heard the rustling of her intimate apparel and small sighs from Mistress. Having selected a nice set, she proceeded to dress before walking into my eyeline. The shock of our prospective CD Bull parading in front of me in my own wife's lingerie caused me to twitch once again, even more so as Mistress moved onto our bed and made herself comfortable on what was normally "my side".

Mistress Annie was now reclining on our bed, "my wife" propped up beside her with the bed covers hiding her modesty. Having relaxed and playfully stroked "my wife's" breasts under the overs her attention came to me. Reaching over to the bedside table Mistress held up some envelopes. Quite a few and bundled up with an elastic band, "Remember what we discussed my little sissy cuck?" A shiver ran through me yet my dick twitched once again. Any respite from my balls being pulled away from my body had been short lived as the strain of my attempted erection was renewed.

"So, I guess you get to experience the real thrill of not knowing what is going to happen today, to have the fear and excitement as your fate is decided by me......and there being nothing that you can do about it"

With that Mistress Annie placed some of the pristine white envelopes in their bundles onto the duvet cover.

Holding up an envelope, "Now here we have the first chance, this will decide your status for the day, about how easy I shall go on you or how harsh a Mistress I shall be". Slipping the rubber band off the what appeared to be 4 envelopes she fanned them out teasingly. She made to fan herself with them as if we were in sweltering heat, by the way my cheeks burned it may well have been!

Still holding the fanned envelopes in one hand Mistress Annie ran her fingers over each envelope. Stopping and looking at me, teasing, dragging out the torment and excitement. She then stopped at the envelope to her right and plucked it from the fan before looking at me, smiling....."I think first off we shall show you one that you HAVEN'T got" She then placed the envelope on its own on her knee. I noted the smoothness of her legs, not a hair or shaving nick to be seen beneath the stockings that adorned them. She then reached up and picked a second envelope placing it on her other nylon covered knee. Casually throwing the remaining 2 envelopes onto the bedroom floor she then selected the first envelope and reminded me that this was not her choice and hat she just wanted to tease me further.

Slowly, like the usual awards night, she ran a finger under the flap before removing a small piece of paper. Turning it to show me I read.... JUST A SISSY MAID ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH HIS CLITTY. Mistress flipped the page round and chuckled to herself.

I wondered If that was an easy one. I shuddered and wobbled slightly in my bondage imagining if that was good or bad. Regaining my focus Mistress had now lifted the second envelope and was breaking the seal. This time she read is contents before me. One hand coming to her mouth in mock surprise as her face beamed. The broad smile increased as she turned the paper round to show me my first fate.

SISSY IN CHASTITY TO COOK, CLEAN, ACT AS DRESSER, PUNISHED FOR INFRACTIONS & BE OF FULL SERVICE TO MISTRESS

Behind my gag I groaned and wobbled once again. The reality of the situation sinking ever more deeply home.

"Well well well, my little sissy, I wonder what Mistress mans by full service, I guess you are going to be a busy little sissy maid today, do hope you are a little more fortunate with your other choices". The last few words dripping sarcasm.

Leaving little time to ponder how this was going to play out for the next few hours Mistress picked up the second bundle and proceeded with the same teasing routine. However, this time she made one selection and opened it straight away informing me that this would determine whether I would be allowed to cum today and if so, in what manner. With little fuss, the smile returned and I was informed that it was maybe NOT my lucky day as she turned the paper to show me.

NO CUMMING FOR SISSY TODAY

The groan from my mouth was accompanied by attempts to stop myself dribbling from the gag and contents of my mouth.

Mistress then paused to heighten the moment and watched the porn playing on the TV. The sounds of flesh on flesh held Mistress' attention for a second before she once again reached over and moved her hands under the duvet to make it look like she was playing with "my wife's" pussy.

"Well my little sissy it does appear that I shall be having a lot more fun than you today but we shall see next whether you will get dine with your wife and Mistress or whether you shall be suffering for your sissy sins. I have to say I am looking forward to this one".

Mistress repeated the routine as for the first two envelopes and placing the selection on her knee. She then stopped and that devilish grin came to her face.
"I think we could maybe do this one in reverse order, to tease you and make you wait for your fate"

Mistress then opened the first of the 3 remaining envelopes giving me a flash of what I had avoided. The first "miss" was something that I was glad to have avoided, ALL FOOD & DR INK TO BE DECIDED BY MISTRESS.

Waiting to try and gauge my reaction, the paper was simply tossed aside.

"Next up my sissy", as the seal was broken and the paper revealed, SISSY TO ONLY SWALLOW OWN CUM, As that too was tossed aside Mistress delighted in ramping up the teasing, "Ooooo Sissy looks to have dodged that one, what on earth could be the last one you have avoided".

With no words, just the rhythmic slapping of some serious hard fucking coming from the TV, Mistress again revealed the last "miss", NIL BY MOUTH FOR THE DURATION

This time he groans was one of pleasure on my part as the idea of nothing to eat or dri nk for the next few hours was a tough one, that was until I ten realised that still had Mistress' cum filled rubbers in my mouth. My eyes, widened.

"Next up we need to decide on who gets to play and enjoy your lovely wife here, and it is also here that I think we may have a problem, as fate has already decided that you won't be cumming today, As this has taken away a bit of the fun I think maybe I deserve to pick from the lot". Mistress Annie picked up the bundle and opened them all showing me the options.

TO BE USED ONLY BY MISTRESS, TO BE USED BY MISTRESS & SISSY, ONLY USED BY SISSY , SISSY ONLY ALLOWED TO CLEAN

"Well, as I say my little slut, as you are destined not to cum today that rules out the middle two, so I think it only fair that I be allowed the others, so it's a done deal, I guess you will get to see me fuck "your wife" and get a nice cream pie".

"And so to the big reveal, are you excited sissy, are you trying to work out what on earth Mistress could have written thought of as the last option, well I know and I think you will love this after all I know what a sissy slut you crave to be". Slowly ever so slowly Mistress picked up the envelope from her knee and whilst maintaining eye contact, she opened the flap. That same mock surprise as her hand came to her mouth and that same smug grin as she slowly turned the paper.

SISSY TO CONSUME ONLY MISTRESS' CUM & PEE

It was instinctive that I tried to escape my bonds. The bed shook slightly as I tried to move my legs away from the metal frame. I tried to move my cuffed hands and in doing so lost my grip on the hem of my uniform which brought a laugh followed by a tutting. "I guess the little slut wants to be punished as otherwise you wouldn't have done something as silly as disobeying my orders, it looks to me as if you wanted to become acquainted with my flogger".

Annie, picked up the remaining bundle of envelopes. Toying with them before placing them back on the bedside locker and telling me that the last "choice" would be saved for later and that now she felt that my personal attention as her sissy dresser was required. Standing from the bed it was strange to see this man/woman wearing Cara's lingerie. She walked over and selected a pair of gold sandals with a 3-inch heel.

"Heels always make me feel more powerful my little slut, which makes them important when I am required to punish a naughty sissy".

The clicking sound as Mistress walked across the wooden floor of our bedroom filled me with that mix of emotions. he filled rubbers in my mouth moved around and filled my cheeks as I watched Mistress pick up the flogger and the disappear behind me.

A strong fast push between my shoulder blades unbalanced me. The bindings around my lower thighs kept my legs firmly secured as my torso fell forward. My face hit the duvet as I now rested face down, bent at the waist, on my bed. the rear of my uniform was flipped up and I felt Mistress run her hands over my pantied ass.
The shock, the shame and excitement. The first time that another man had ever touched me in such a manner. I felt my panties being pulled down to reveal my bare ass and then instantly the sound registered before the fact that Mistress had slapped my ass hard. My legs tried to thrust forward instinctively but the bed frame simply wobbled slightly, along with my ass.

"Now for being such a little sissy slut and for failing in your first task of keeping your worthless little caged clit on view, I think you need to be taught a little lesson".

The heels clicked on the floor as I gathered Mistress gave herself more room to swing her flogger. However, as I waited and tensed for the first blow, I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes and Mistress had bent down onto the bed and reached across to remove my gag.

"Now the gag will be removed as I require you to acknowledge each stroke and thank your Mistress for showing you the joy of sub mission. But I expect those rubbers to remain in your mouth sissy".

With the gag removed I once again closed my eyes awaiting the blow to fall. With the gag removed I was very much aware of the jelly like rubbers moving around in my mouth. The thought of having to thank Mistress for beating me yet also keeping them in my mouth suddenly worried me. The idea of another punishment beyond what I was already expecting started to scare me beyond the degree of excitement that it provided.

Without warning the first stroke fell. I think it was the surprise that caused the moan as much as the power behind it. After it landed, I felt the soft leather strands then slowly slip back across my ass. As it did so I remembered to speak, "One, Thank you Mistress". As I started to speak, I felt the rubbers trying to leave my mouth and had to slurp them back into my mouth. I realised that my position made it very difficult to respond to Mistress and keep the rubbers in place. That combined with the flogging was going to mean keeping my teeth together and running the risk of bursting the cum filled condoms.

The second lash was again fairly soft and I was better prepared. As it landed, I gritted my teeth and was aware that I had bitten one of the rubbers. Once again, I thanked Mistress and was happy that the feeling of fullness in the rubbers had not dissipated, meaning that I had not burst either of them.

As the third stroke landed with a little more fo rce my response was a little more pained. The gritting of my teeth made avoiding bursting the, rubbers, with the consequent first taste of Mistress' cum, was becoming more difficult to avoid

The fourth and fifth strokes came a lot quicker and with again slightly more for ce. Each time I grunted my appreciation for this punishment through gritted teeth.

Mistress paused after the fifth lash and ran her hand across my ass. Getting close to my head she spoke softly, "You do realise that this will continue until I hear your appreciation for allowing you to taste your Mistress' cum, don't you?"

I could only close my eyes and moan softly realising my full predicament and recalling the fact that the envelopes had decreed that I was destined to sample a lot of cum today. I only wondered if there were any more of the frozen condoms in Mistress' cooler.

The 6th and 7th lashes started to cause me to twitch and tense with anticipation. I responded as required and continued to move the infernal rubbers around in my mouth. Wondering how long I could last before I would have to, not bite the bullet, but bite the rubber.

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After each lash now Mistress would run her hand across my backside and then give it a playful smack, just to add to the surprise and the redness. Mores lashes landed with varying degrees of fo rce, all designed to keep me guessing and emphasise who was in control.

As the count reached 20, I realised that Mistress was delighting in pushing me and was wanting to see me su bmit due to my own weakness. The sign and symbolism of that sub mission being the sampling of her cum.

"Mmmmm that ass is starting to show a nice bit of redness, you do realise that the longer you resist the longer the soreness will last even when I am gone".

Another lash fell and the for ce caused a moan and as the soft strands slowly were drawn back across my ass, I took my first conscious bite at the rubbers. It was then I realised that bursting them would be no mean feat. Although well filled and knotted they expanded and eased their way around my mouth. This was going to take some effort.

Further lashes landed and after each one I thanked Mistress. The count was now up to 30 and each one produced more sensation, a sensation that really was starting to become uncomfortable. I could feel the heat starting to build in my ass and worried that many more lashes would give me problems sitting down in future. After each required response I focussed on trying to burst the two balloons. The madness, actually trying to taste Mistress' cum, grinding the rubbers between my teeth making me appear eager.

At 42 lashes I finally managed to burst the first of the condoms but as the lash landed, I failed to provide my thank you in my eagerness to swallow rather than the cum messing up the duvet. The failure brought a stinging full on lash that made me try and rise from my bent over position. A hand on my back for ced me back down as I was reminded......"Obey sissy and thank your Mistress".

"42 Mistress, Thank you".

The method worked out at 44 lashes I managed to burst rubber number 2 and swallow my 2nd load of cum.

"44 Mistress, thank you and thank you for your gift of your cum".

Mistress then ran her hand over my very red and very warm ass, "Well done my little sissy slut there will be plenty more for you to enjoy, and in fact your flogging has got me a little excited". I heard the sound of the flogger landing on the bed.

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Mistress moving and also climbing onto the bed. I watched as she picked up the strap-on that I regularly used on my own wife in our roleplay. The smile on Mistress' face told me that I was to experience what my wife felt when I was actually able to make her cum.

Still almost face down on the bed I moved my head to the side as Mistress pulled the harness into place, the black rubber phallus standing proud from the groin of our future Bull, yet contrasting with the white flesh of her thighs and the feminine lingerie.

Next Mistress opened a condom and slid it slowly down the shaft of the dildo. Picking up a small bottle of lube from her holdall she disappeared behind me. Even before I felt any touch, I moaned and tensed, knowing what was to come.

My reddened and very warm ass then felt the coldness as some lube was dripped on my ass. Almost straight away I felt a hand on my waist and the head of the strap on being rubbed up and down my ass. Making sure to coat the head with the lube Mistress teased me and slapped the rubber on my cheeks before I felt it positioned directly at its target.

"Beg me sissy, beg me to take your cherry, you know deep down this is what you want".

Mistress added a little pressure and I tried to move my hips forward to escape the penetration. SLAP, my ass burned as a clear failure to respond as required.
"You know you want and need this slut; you need to submit your body to me to appreciate that you are not a real man".

All I could do was bury my face into the duvet cover and push slightly back against the solid black rubber.

The strap on once again pushed upwards and slid easily between my ass cheeks, Mistress' panty covered groin becoming flush against the flogged backside.
"Mmmmmm sissy I can feel the heat from your ass, suffering for your Mistress, now give me your ass slut".

She pulled back slightly and the head well lubed head of the toy found its target once again. This time I felt a slight movement as my sphincter fought to repel the invader, before with more pressure the battle was lost and I groaned as the head stretched me and inched inside me.

"There we go slut, that was easy, almost as if you were made for this. I bet if you weren't safely locked away you would be sporting an impressive little clitty boner".

As Mistress spoke, she once again gripped my waist and edged slowly forward. Little by little I felt myself vio lated. A constant groaning as a feeling of fullness went through me. I was filled with shame, yet a shame I had known and prepared for and to a degree had wanted. Why else would I have agreed to meet Mistress if I didn't want to be used and abu sed by her? Maybe this was what I was meant to be and Mistress was simply revealing what I was, not a real man, a sissy slut to be hum iliated and guided to help in the ultimate goal of becoming a Bull to my wife and I.

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The burst rubbers fell from my mouth as the duvet muffled my noise until I once again felt Mistress tight against my ass. She had gone all the way in. She held still, holding me firm with her hands and simply rocked her hips to provide some sensation.

CLICK

"Good slut, that went in far too easy, I wonder if you have been holding back on me and have been taking cock like a pro, well have you slut?"

Slap once again. I knew what was expected, a response. "No Mistress, thank you Mistress, you are my first".

"Ahhh that's so sweet my little sissy slut, they do say you never forget your first, so I guess I shall be a part of you forever".

Mistress then slowly drew her hips back. The emptying of my bowels caused as much sensation as the invasion. The groan once again came from deep inside me. Only a small withdrawal before she once again moved forward. I felt a pressure as my dick tried to harden in its cage. Involuntary, fo rced by the pressure in my ass.

Each slow forward and back motion got slightly longer and I felt the added cold as a little more lube was dripped down on where my flesh met the black phallus still visible beneath the thin rubber. I closed my eyes in shame as I felt the base ring on my cage start to pull away from my body. The sensation of being fucked trying to make me hard.
"Ooooo this is so easy, your boi pussy is made for cock", as Mistress spoke, she bottomed out once again before this time pulling almost all the way out. "I bet you will be leaking your own sissy juice if I keep this up much longer".

For the next few minutes as the TV played more sounds of anim alistic fucking my ass was ploughed. The strange feeling of fullness and vacuum repeating with each stroke until Mistress sank fully into me and paused.

"I think that is it for now, as all this fucking is actually making me hard and I think you need to experience what it is like to be spit roasted". I closed my eyes ever tighter.

I felt movement as Mistress unbuckled the belt but left the strap on buried fully inside me. The black phallus was removed from the harness and Mistress pulled my panties back up keeping it in place before walking back around the bed. I felt the bed move and dip in front of me.

"Push up with your hands sissy", Mistress instructed as I also felt her take the leash and pull my head upwards.

Still, bound to the bedframe and bent almost 90 degrees at the waist my head rose from the duvet and I found Mistress to be kneeling before me. She inched forward and then pulled the side of my wife's panties to one side allowing her cock to spring free. For the first time ever, I was inches from another man's cock and certainly in no position to do much to change the situation

"Now my little sissy cum slut is going to start being the full-service sissy that the envelopes determined......suck me sissy". With one hand holding my leash taught and my head still and the other hand holding the base of her cock, Mistress slapped my cheeks with her cock. "Open slut or I may need to find something else to punish that ass with".

As my mouth opened it was instantly filled with Annie's cock. Without ceremony, the leash was dropped and I felt a firm hand at the back of my head. As her hips moved forward and the hand holding the back of my head pulled back, I gagged for the first time as a cock hit the back of my throat.

She held her cock in place and let out a big sigh. A sigh of satisfaction and one of knowing she was in control. "Mmmmm such a slut, a cock in your ass and a cock in your mouth, if only your wife could see you now, do you think she would have any respect for you? Would she ever want to have anything to do with you sexually? You know and I know it she would demand a real cock and someone she could look up to and respect to share her bed and share her pussy".

Mistress drew her hips back before repeating her first action. "Suck it slut, embrace your inner slut and worship your superior, worship the cock that will soon be fucking your wife".

CLICK

I tried to push myself more upright with my hands but the chain from my cuffs to the collar gave me so little leeway. My movement only adding to the sensation I was providing for Mistress. There was no mercy shown as my mouth was effectively raped. The moment and the power adding to my Mistress' enjoyment, the excitement as being the first to have me sub mit to such treatment with the idea that my debasement would drive me ever deeper into subm ission.

With much gagging and spittle and moaning it did not take long before Mistress Annie roared and held his cock firmly and deeply into my mouth. I tried to angle my head to one side to ease the pressure on the back of my throat as I felt the final thrust of her hips and the pulsing of his cock. My cheeks ballooned as something new filled my mouth. In addition to her cock yet more warm cream filed my mouth and tried to escape from my lips.

Mistress held still for around 30 seconds, savouring her first orgasm of the day. She then gripped my hair and pulled her softening cock from my mouth.

"Swallow slut and then lick Mistress' cock clean".

The 30 seconds or so had allowed me to regain some composure as I swallowed and the dawning of my shame appeared. The spit and cum coated cock were wiped across my cheek before being offered to my mouth once again for "cleaning". The shame filled my body and I simply complied.

Having satisfied Mistress with my initial service she released my hair and patted my head before dismounting the bed and after straightening herself up she released me from my bed frame bondage.

"Kneel sissy", the order was firm as she pointed to a spot on the floor next to where she stood. Head down I knelt, my cheeks burning and yet my dick straining in my cage.
Moving to my side I felt a hand under my chin. She did not want me to be able to hide my eyes from the scene in my marital bedroom and the scene of my shaming. The doll, "my wife", sat up in bed, knees raised and mouth forming an O, almost shaming me again with the shocked expression from seeing her husband dressed and used in such a fashion.

As if reading my mind, but in reality simply guessing my thoughts from the direction of my stare, Mistress spoke, "So I think your soon to be slut wife needs to be sexily dressed for the rest of the days events, at least until I fill her pussy with a real cock". Mistress moved her hand from under my chin and took up the leash once again before continuing.

"So, you are to go to her drawer and find her something to wear that you think both she and her Bull would like, after all she shouldn't have to show a sissy cuck her charms all day, they should be mostly reserved for her lover".

The lead was swiftly yanked signalling that I rise and commence my bidding.

"Make it good now sissy, as I need to find myself something to wear".

Still unaccustomed to even the smallest of heels I clip clopped over to my wife's lingerie drawer. The strap on cock still buried deep in my ass I wobbled across to her drawer. As I looked through and found a La Perla pink set that I bought a couple of years ago I was aware that Mistress was examining my wife's outfits hanging in her wardrobe.

I raised the lingerie to gain the approval of Mistress and, once the nod was given, I tottered over to the bed to dress "my wife" for her lover. The pink and white balcony bra was secured and the suspender belt was affixed. As I manoeuvred the panties up the bent legs of the doll, I saw Mistress pulling a skirt up around her waist. A flared patterned skirt that I had bought for my wife a year or so ago to try and get her to show off her legs more. Mistress has paired it with a dark blue loose "gypsy" top with a lacey bow tie front above where her cleavage should have been. As I rolled the stockings up the legs of the doll Mistress Annie slid her feet into a pair of my wife's shoes. This was done without much difficulty as there must have only been at most 2 sizes difference.

Mistress moved and twisted from side to side to admire herself in the large mirror propped up against the wall. When she had determined that she was smartly dressed she turned her attention to me and "my wife".

"Well don't you look a pretty pair, the cock sucking sissy slut and the soon to be slut wife. Now as we are all more suitably dressed for our roles, I think it is time for a nice cup of tea. You may go to the en suite and remove the dildo, leave it in the sink, clean yourself up and then lead the way sissy and I shall escort your wife after all I think you need to be careful on the stairs in those heels".

A couple of minutes later, and feeling "empty" I emerged and taking short steps due to the chains I made my way out of the bedroom followed by "my wife" arm in arm with Mistress Annie. I took care going down the stairs but tried to quicken near the bottom as I knew I would be visible to anyone coming to the door during my descent of the stairs.

Making it to the kitchen I filled the kettle and had trouble reaching the cupboard to extract the teabags. The bondage and cuffs restricting my movement and tasks taken for granted usually gaining an added level of difficultly. As the kettle boiled, I heard Mistress making herself comfortable in the living room and settling down with the television on.

The time taken to make the tea afforded me more time to contemplate my position. The excitement of chatting about it and wanking a fantasizing online was long gone and the shame of the reality, whilst still causing some excitement was welling up inside me.

Carrying the tray whilst cuffed, in heels and hobbled slightly was certainly a challenge as was the surreal scene I found in my living room. A cross dressing bull dressed in my wife's clothes sitting nonchalantly beside a blow-up doll attired in my wife's lingerie. The shame grew ever stronger.

I placed the tray on the table in the middle of the room and was acknowledged simply, "Kneel sissy", as Mistress pointed to a spot at her feet.

Mistress continued to watch the television and casually draped her arm around the shoulders of "my wife". Taking the opportunity to cup the pink material covering the plastic moulded breast. After a minute a couple of minutes, presumably the time it took for Mistress to determine that the team was sufficiently brewed, she moved her arm from around my wife and reached between them. Revealing her hand, it contained another knotted cum filled rubber.

There was copious milky liquid filling the rubber and the smile on Mistress' face was broad as she issued her orders, "Open up sissy and I do not expect you to open your mouth again until you are given permission and only then once you have done what you know you really want to do". There it was, I opened my mouth dutifully as Mistress ever so slowly and symbolically dangled and then placed the rubber into my mouth, "close, slut".

For 20 to 30minutes I knelt in from of my wife and Mistress all the time wondering whether to get it over with and gnaw away at the rubber, or wait until the last possible moment. Whilst being ignored I determined to get it over with and positioned the rubber between my molars and started grinding to ruin the rubber. It didn't take long before I realised, I had been successful as the slimy metallic taste washed over my tongue. I closed my eyes in shame and to try and swallow.

"You see that, you see what you sissy cum loving husband has just done there?" I opened my eyes as Mistress was talking to "my wife" as if she were real and not plastic and air. "You see the look of the sissy's face, the eyes closed, savouring the taste of Mistress' cum, the look of a true cum officiando and so eager as well, couldn't wait to fill his stomach with a Bulls cum, that is 4 loads he has taken already".

Mistress bent forward to place her now empty tea cup on the table and then placed her hand on the knee of my wife. She patted the knee and ran her hand up the stocking clad leg and fixed me with a smug assertive look.

"So, my little sissy, do you recall what fate decided earlier? Well that tea appears to have left me needing to visit the ladies powder room, but I seem to recall that you required some sustenance during our time together and that was all to be provided by your Mistress".

There was shame but also fear and with 4 loads of Mistress' cum already in my stomach the idea of having to dri nk her piss made me start to feel a little sick.

I reached up and took the broken rubber from my mouth and had to protest. "Please Mistress, can we not do that, this is just a game, please".

SLAP.

Mistress slapped me, not that hard, but certainly hard enough and with speed that shocked me.

"Listen you little sissy wannabe cuckold cock sucker, this is no game and you need to appreciate who is in control here and who you need to please in order to gain your freedom". Mistress pulled her hand back once more suggesting that another slap was on its way. Mistress paused, waiting, daring me to question her authority.

I lowered my head and a shiver went through me yet at the same time I felt my balls being pulled away from my body as I started to try and get hard.

The leash was grabbed and pulled upwards as Mistress rose to her feet. The tautness on the chain required me to rise as well and follow Mistress to the downstairs toilet where I was instructed to once again kneel before my Mistress.

The hem of my pink uniform rested just above the black and white tiles in the toilet and my eyes were set on. Mistress almost lovingly ran her hand across my cheek before raising her skirt and pulling her panties aside to reveal her cock. She edged forward ever so slightly and once issued her orders.

"Fate decided this sissy so it was meant to be. I will take my time but I expect you to be a good little maid and not spill a drop, after all this is, like my cum, a gift from your Mistress to make you appreciate my power and authority over you", there was a pause as she let her words sink home.

"Come now sissy, head up and be a proud useful little sissy for Mistress, after all you do want me to release you from your bondage before your wife gets home from work, don't you?"

There was no way out, no mercy, as I raised my head, bent slightly forward and opened my mouth. Whereas my previous contact had been with a solid hard cock, now it was less than half hard, the only firmness being as a result of the need to piss. I closed my mouth around her cock and felt a small dry heave. the idea of what I was about to do, or more correctly, have done to me was way way over the line of any of my previous cuckold wank fantasies.

As I closed my eyes and my mouth around Mistress' cock, I felt her hand come to the back of my head, ensuring there would be no escape.

"I shall go slowly my dear, as after all we wouldn't want to have to give you more work and have to have you mopping the floor, even though you are correctly dressed for such maid duties. But I want you to appreciate the shame and hu miliation of this task and understand that once this becomes real then it is likely that your wife will see you do many hum iliating tasks, cuckoldry isn't just about fucking, it is all about power being taken from you by your Bull, your Mistress".

As she uttered the word Mistress the slight metallic and rubber aftertaste from the cum filled condom was replaced by a bitterness and warmth. I swallowed and almost wretched but managed to keep the seal between lips and cock. Mistress seemed to be teasing me as she let go small amounts and luckily gave me time to swallow each mouthful. My cuffed hands instinctively reached up to my face to in some way control what was happening to me. My nose buried in the warmth of Mistress groin, my cheek rubbed softly by the satin of my wife's panties, as worn by Mistress.

I tried to imagine that this was a cold lager but the warmth and bitterness, the combination of the slight muskiness from Mistress groin mixed with my wife's shower gel all for ced me to realise that I was drin king piss.

It seemed to go on forever, I supposed I should have been grateful that it did as it allowed me time to swallow rather than spill....and then it was over and I received a patronising pat on the head.

"Good little sissy, see there are uses for you, I have some breath spray in my bag, after all I do not wish my maid to have piss breath do I".

The leash went tight again and I was led back into the living room.

"Now your wife and I are going back upstairs, you can tidy up down here and join us in the bedroom, there is plenty more fun to be had yet sissy".

With that Mistress picked up "my wife" and walked from the room. Strangely I noted the ease and skill with which she walked in the heels. I felt a strange desire to be able to walk with such ease, a realisation that maybe I was warming to my treatment.

I knelt on the carpet in the living room for a short while before rising to my feet and collecting the tea tray.

It took some time for me to climb the stairs. If coming down was tough in strange heels going up was even tougher. I entered the master bedroom and found "my wife" once again sitting up in bed with the outfit that Mistress had been wearing a short time ago, consigned to the bedroom floor. The sound of fucking still filled the room from the porn on the TV as Mistress hummed to herself as she sought out another outfit to try on.

"Be a good little maid and pick up those clothes". There was no look back at me, just a simple instruction as she focused on my wife's clothes. I bent at the knees to collect the skirt and top. As I rose Mistress was holding a dress up against her and twisting from side to side to get an idea of the "look" in the mirror. Rather than hanging it back up she simply tossed it on the floor in front of me. Had that been my own wife or at any other time I would have barked at such rudeness. It would have been easier to hang it back where it came from, but here was a simply display of power. I realised that it was sensible to keep my mouth shut.

Over the next hour I watched as Mistress rifled through every drawer and wardrobe. Modelled each item she liked. Some were simply held against her whilst others were tried on. Mistress would parade around the room and mockingly ask me who looked better in the outfit, Mistress or my actual wife.

After each outfit was tried on it was of course simply dropped to the floor. It was expected that this was my task, there was no need for politeness, a maid is simply expected to "do".

After many changes of clothes and my teetering around seeking to hang them back in some sort of order that they started in, Mistress was happy with her shirt dress style outfit and so could then decide on a different pair of shoes. I was so engrossed in putting away clothes and clearing up that I hadn't noticed that there was now no more movement behind me.

I turned and saw Mistress once again reclining on our bed, arm draped around "my wife" and focused on the porn playing on the TV. Noting that she had caught my attention she raised her hand and pointed to the floor on my wife's side of the bed. Two words............., "Kneel slut". I complied without a word. Settling on my knees toes out and skirt straightened, head bowed.

"No need to bow your head sissy, you should be proud of subm itting and embracing your deep-seated feminine sub side, and also I want you to take in this scene. Plus, I want to see your cheeks burning with the shame you feel despite your little clitty trying to get hard, as your shame and sub mission gets Mistress horny"

The TV continued to show pussies being filled with big cocks and Mistress was engrossed for a minute or so before she determined that it was time to return to her training.
"Now you have been a reasonable sissy so far, you have been allowed the honour of sampling my cum and my piss and you have shown promise as a cock sucker, it is time for you to now see if you can turn your wife on for her bull, so you need to get that pussy nice and wet for me".

Mistress patted the bed between the crooked legs of the doll. I rose to my feet and lay on my stomach on the bed. I had to lift my legs to stop them hitting the metal frame at the bottom of the bed, my heels moving in the air as I eased my body into position between the moulded plastic legs.

Annie moved "my wife" up the bed, almost teasing me, taking the plastic pussy out of my reach. I moved up the bed again.

"Now sissy, treat your wife with respect, you may be a wannabe female but she is a real woman, a woman that needs to be wet to take her bulls cock".

The soft pink material of the La Perla panties was right in front of my face until Mistress reached across, holding the doll she pulled the panties down the legs. The doll moved and I was left staring at the pillow. Panties removed, the doll and its moulded pussy was central to my view, my life for however long Mistress decreed.

"Kiss it sissy, beg your wife to give herself to me, tell her this is all you are good for and how you are not worthy to anything but orally please your superiors".

I hesitated too long and the strands of the flogger hit my thighs between skirt hem and stocking top.

I gulped in air and swallowed whatever pride I had left, "I am sorry for not being a real man, I am sorry that I cannot satisfy you and I beg that you allow me to worship your pussy in order that it is ready to accept Mistress Annie's cock".

The moans of a woman cumming from oral ministrations on the TV echoed around the room, combined with the sounds of Mistress' laughter.

CLICK

"You may begin slut".

I angled my head and planted a delicate kiss on the plastic folds. I kissed each thigh in turn. I then snaked my tongue out and licked plastic. In no way was this erotic.

It was shaming once again, licking a blow-up doll simply to debase myself even more, to assist my Mistress in cuckolding me with "my plastic and air wife". Not even worthy of taking the virginity of a blow-up doll, laying on my stomach on my marital bed. Each stroke of my tongue doing nothing to lubricate and arouse "my wife" but simply to amuse my bull.

I laboured away, attempting to imagine that this was my real wife and to put as much love and adoration into my licking as I did when tasting her amazing pussy. I kissed and lapped and tried to get my tongue as far into her fake pussy as possible. Normally the task could be aided by my fingers holding her labia apart but my chains and cuffs limited this and made my efforts clumsy.

"Enough sissy, I think she is moist enough now, but of course, I have watched you prepare your slut wife for my cock, now she needs to see you prepare her lover". The doll was moved from its position and I watched as Mistress pulled aside her skirt and panties. A semi hard cock coming into view.

I pushed with my hands and raised myself sufficiently to shift my body so it rested on Mistress' thigh. As I leant in to take her cock in my mouth, she playfully pulled it away. "What do you say slut?"

I knew what was expected from the instructions for licking my wife, "Please Mistress, may I have the honour of preparing your cock to make me a true cuckold. I crave your cock in my mouth as a symbol of my sub mission and devotion and acceptance that you deserve to claim and own her".

CLICK

My begging sufficient Mistress, holding her cock by its base, flicked her wrist causing her cock to smack my face. She held it there and rubbed it around until I opened my mouth. A move of Mistress' hips and it was deep in my mouth.

A hand came to the back of my head and controlled my actions. "Eat slut, no teeth or you will be sorry". Mistress worked my head as I felt her cock gain in length and girth. Until, a hand gripped my hair and pulled my slobbering mouth off her cock.

"On your back sissy, roll over", I knew to comply, but I also accepted my situation and was starting to revel in my hum iliation. Even knowing what was to come and who was to cum.

I lay on my back looking at the ceiling, the uniform tight to my body, my cage tight but pulled away from my body. Legs chained, hands cuffed, ass cheeks and face cheeks burning red.

The view of the ceiling disappeared as my plastic wife was positioned above me. I was to watch her being taken doggy style. I had often imagined this eventually happening, watching a real bull's cock slowly sink into her pussy inches from my face, in those fantasies I had been able to wank and I watched or to have my wife do it for me. Even the off chance of her blowing my dick as thanks for allowing her to take a real man's cock.

The plastic pussy glistened slightly as the light caught my saliva and then the bed moved as Mistress knelt. My view darkened as her stocking clad knees settled either side of my head. The skirt was raised and the panties pulled aside. I pair of smooth shaved balls hung just above me with the freshly fluffed cock standing proud in front. The gap between the cock and the doll saw Mistress' gloating face and smile.

The hands gripped the waist of "my wife" and pulled her close. A slight shift and Mistress' cock found its starting position. The sounds from the TV, the sound of my own heart beating loudly in my ears and the heat from Mistress' crotch. Lustful moan now came from Mistress as she pulled the doll towards her and her cock split the plastic tunnel.

Just when I thought Mistress would sink forward in one go, she stopped. She backed off and pushed her cock downwards, "suck it slut". I craned my neck and closed my mouth around the cock head. Swirling my tongue attempting to turn Mistress on and lubricate it further.

A plopping sound as Mistress pulled her cock from my mouth and then a little dash of lube fell on my cheek as Mistress decided it was needed.

In slow motion I saw the smooth balls swing forward and the cock head once again disappear. This time it continued its forward motion until the plastic thighs met Mistress' stocking clad thighs. Mistress spread her knees slightly, giving my ears a release but an action that lowered her body and caused the hot damp ball sack to rest on my face.
With each thrust I would see Mistress cock withdraw from the fake pussy and feel the balls sliding across my eyes and nose. This was all about hum iliation, about Mistress giving me a taste of what it would be like if my wife agreed to move from roleplay to reality.

The excitement caused by my shame and the friction or the plastic pussy was getting to Mistress. Above me the speed of the thrusts increased as did the heavy breathing.
"Lick your Mistress slut, suck the balls that will soon be filling your wife's pussy with cum".

Mistress pulled back and withdrew her cock from the doll. She slapped it on my cheeks, "Sucks those balls slut or else", The cock slid easily back into the pussy and I of course complied. I licked the musky sack before finally managing to suck a ball into my mouth. It was a strange sensation, another first for the day. I swirled my tongue and elicited a moan of pleasure from Mistress.

One ball done, I moved my head to try and take the other into my mouth. Saliva and lube and sweat could be tasted in my mouth and I carried out Mistress' bidding.
I hoped that I was doing a good job as in what seemed a short time Mistress started to quicken and growl and catch her breath before she pulled the doll fully into her body and roared.

Mistress' balls rested heavily on my mouth as I continued to lick. I could feel her cock pulsing as she pumped "my wife" full of her cum. She held perfectly still for a good minute whilst she collected her breath.

"Mmmmmm I needed that, and whilst it was good, I want the real thing and soon. sissy. Now you have a cucks true symbolic duty, the honour that is to clean your wife's pussy of her Bulls cum".

The balls shifted and slid from my mouth to my nose and past my eyes as Mistress withdrew her cock from the doll. The head remained and then in a swift move the cock flopped from the pussy down onto my chin. Instinctively I opened my mouth to taste Mistress' cock and clean her. As I did so I felt drops of cum dripping from the doll.

Mistress did not want me to miss the symbolic shame of my first cream pie courtesy of our Bull and withdrew her cock from my mouth before pulling the waist of the doll down. The plastic pussy got ever closer before it was pushed onto my waiting lips.

"Tongue the slut sissy, clean your slut wife of a bulls cum".

Mistress sat back and held the doll above me as if my wife was sitting on my face. "That's it sissy, your wife will be assuming that position after every time I fill her cunt, something you will learn to appreciate as it will be the closest you will ever get to it once I own it".

I knew what to do, again something I had fantasized over for years. I licked, I probed and I worshipped and swallowed until I stopped receiving that metallic salty taste from above me.

I felt slightly pleased with myself that I had done all that was asked of me. I had acted as the submissive sissy and gone through all the tests set. I thought that this would be the end of it.

The bed moved and as the doll was lifted from my sweat and cum covered face, I saw Mistress kneeling by my head once again.

"Remember sissy, nil by mouth except what your Mistress provides, open that slut mouth now".

Mistress reached across and tilted my head, almost pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I knew what was to come, the post coital piss. The mix of the last semen inside her cock combined with more acrid liquid. The shame and revulsion returned. The fact that I had thought that it was over. As they say, it's the hope that gets you. I opened my mouth and formed a seal once again.

I felt the hot piss in my mouth and my cheeks swelled. I gulped and gulped, breathing through my nose. desperate not to spill a drop and annoy Mistress and defile the duvet even more.

I suspected Mistress was merciful once again as she held her stream and slowly emptied her bladder.

As the stream ended, she pulled the softened cock from my mouth and left it resting on my lips.

"Kiss it slut and express your thanks".

I complied, I puckered up and kissed the deep red head of Mistress' cock before she pulled her panties back into place laughing to herself and at me.

Once again, I just lay there staring at the ceiling wondering "WHAT THE FUCK"!!!!!!

Despite the shame I felt that burning sensation behind my ball sack as my cage pulled away from my body. How could my body and my dick betray me this way? Trying to get hard at being used!

I was brought back to reality as Mistress barked at me. "Slut, pay attention, I know you were daydreaming about cock".

I heard the clicking as Mistress walked around the bed. "Sit up slut".

I rolled onto my side and then forc ed myself into a sitting position. Mistress was preening herself in the mirror. Moving from side to side, checking out her backside and the seam of her stockings. A play with her wig, the demeanour of someone who was content and satisfied.

She then came and sat back on the bed taking the laptop and placing it on her knees. She started browsing through my "kink files" on the flash drive.

"I think some more tea is in order slut, run along", before returning her gaze to the laptop. I edged my way off the bed, the shame and exertion along with the bondage had me aching. My stomach churned from hunger mixed with numerous loads of Mistress cum and two bladder fulls of piss.

I simply replied, "Yes Mistress" as I clip clopped out of the bedroom and edged my way down the stairs.

My journey back up the stairs with a mug of tea took a lot longer, desperate not to spill anything. I placed the mug on the bedside table and Mistress, without even taking her eyes from the screen spoke, "and some biscuits slut"

I knew she was being hateful; she had known what she wanted before sending me down there the first time, but then my sub space mind rationalised that it was my fault for failing to think of Mistress' needs.

Head bowed I repeated my trip simply to bring a packet of digestives to the bedroom.

On my return Mistress actually paid me attention.

"Sissy lay on your side of the bed, no speaking". On doing as ordered, Mistress set the laptop aside and proceeded to unlock my cuffs before securing my arms above my head to the headboard. The gag was fixed back and tightened and the chains on my legs fixed to the metal frame at the foot of the bed.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds but was shocked back to the reality as I heard a buzzing. As soon as the sound registered with me, I felt my skirts being raised and my panties pulled down. I lifted my head from the pillow and saw Mistress holding one of my wife's vibrators. An evil grin looked back at me as the vibe disappeared from view hidden by the bunched-up skirt. The sensation shot through me as the vibe made contact with the metal of my cage. Instantly my head shot back, digging into the pillow, chin upwards, mouth open.

The panties pulled back into place and the hem of the skirt straightened. The soft humming slightly deadened by the fabric covering but the sensation amplified and coursing through my body. Of course, my dick tried to erect and was stopped in its tracks by the diminutive cage. The base ring once again being pulled away from my body, something I had almost gotten used to by now. The vibe, confined and held next to my cage by the panties continued its torment.

CLICK

"Now remember sissy, fate dictated that no cummies for you today, so you better warn me if you are getting close".

My head registered the words and I groaned behind the gag. Forget trying to see what Mistress was doing or trying to enjoy the feelings of subm ission from the day. I certainly didn't want any more punishment. The risk of what Mistress could do to me in my helpless state, it was now a case of trying to think of anything to dampen my arousal.

In reality, what hope has the mind against a machine. A machine that just keeps going and going. The fo rces of nature, battery produced vibrations combining with automatic bodily reaction. This was a first though, this new small cage in no way allowed erection. My previous "toy" cages allowed some growth and I had even learnt how to jiggle that lock and make myself cum. Whilst not that fun, a caged cum is still a cum and something that I craved to ease my desire and frustration

Once safely secured Mistress returned to her position beside me. Starting to peruse more pictures of chastised sissies and me in panties and various poses in chastity. I was left to my own thoughts as Mistress viewed my kinks through my saved files, the light buzzing only just audible above the TV porn. Taking occasional sips of tea, I was left to my thoughts, to relive the shame and dive deeper into sub space. Each little itch and discomfort brought an attempt to change position that was thwarted by my bondage. Each little failure to move was greeted with a chuckle from Mistress. Each groan as the vibe shook my cage bringing me closer to punishment.

"I have to say sissy, your files really show you to be something of a pervert, a pervert with a creative mind certainly, but certainly a sissy pervert of the highest order. I shall take great pride in driving you deeper into shame and subm ission as I take your wife from you".

I closed my eyes and felt tears starting to well up. I had wanted this, to experience sub mission but this had all been too much. Mistress had done as I had asked. In those hot chat sessions on line, all those times I had chatted and wanked and edged, all to the idea of losing control, of a Bull ignoring my pleas for mercy. Making it real to feel the full intensity of being a sissy cuckold. Mistress Annie was incredible and had only done what I had wanted, but Oh how reality was far harsher than fantasy.

I was lost in arousal and shame and despair as I came back to reality as I felt the bed moving. I looked to my right and saw Mistress stroking her cock as she read one of my stories on the laptop. It took me away from that fucking vibe on my cage.

I was pleased to a degree that one of my ramblings would inspire Mistress but also knew that this was likely to add to my hum iliation.

Mistress turned and looked at me and smiled whilst still stroking her cock. She then placed the laptop aside and rose from the bed. Walking round to my side of the bed still stroking her cock she stood by my head all sexual dominance.

The sound of fucking continued on another movie on the TV, my moans accompanied the TV and all the while the buzzing. "Please Mistress, Mercy Mistress, please, the vibe". At least that's what I meant to say. It came out slightly differently due to the gag, but was just about recognisable.

"Ahh poor sissy cannot control herself, I guess I have been quite tough on you, but then you do know what they say, spare the rod, spoil the sissy...or at least it is something like that". Mistress reached under my skirt and removed the vibe

Her hand returned to her cock as from behind her back she produced the last bundle of envelopes.

"Now here we go my little wannabe sissy cuckold, the last batch and there you are all nice and secure and oh so pretty. Just imagine if your lovely wife were to come home and find you just like this"

Mistress threw her head back and laughed.

"So, 4 envelopes, 4 different options, I have had so much fun but I'm not sure I want to leave this last one to chance, after all this is really all about what I want, what excites you isn't really important". With that she stopped her jerking and opened each envelope in turn but refused to reveal their contents.

"So, these naught little choices all relate to how we are going to end todays little experience, would you like to know what your possible outcomes are? Would you my little sissy, or does not knowing make it easier, does it do away with the idea of somehow it not being your fault that you are getting what you deserve?"

Slowly and in turn she flipped over each little piece of paper with the options. With each one my eyes widened and I flexed in my bonds.

MISTRESS WILL SIMPLY UNLOCK

SISSY MUST BEG SUITABLY AND BELIEVABLY FOR RELEASE

MISTRESS WILL RELEASE AFTER CUMMING ON SISSY'S FACE

MISTRESS WILL NOT RELEASE AND LEAVE

As I saw the last option I flinched. It was instinctive, fight or flight except I could not flee. I kicked my legs and rattled the bed frame as the cuffs clinked above my head. I yelled from behind my gag as Mistress jerked her cock, taking full delight in my fear.

"Ahhhhh poor baby all worried his dirty little crossdressing secrets will be found out? Is it all getting too real? Well I am nothing if not a benevolent Mistress and so I shall put your mind to rest, I will not be choosing the last option. Please don't say anything, don't get up and thank me". The smug sarcasm wasn't lost on me and thankful as I was, I was in no mood to laugh at her.

"And I think option one, well option one my dear is simply boring and after the fun time we have had today, I think that would devalue the whole episode. So, my little one, I think I shall have to opt for the other two".

Straight away I started to try and beg from behind my gag. The garbled words coming out but not making sense.

CLICK

"Come on now sissy, beg, after all I am doing the decent thing and taking the nuclear option off the table".

Mistress reached over me and picked up a pair of my wife's panties. Pale green lacy and a thin soft mesh. She then placed them over my head causing the image of Mistress to take on a blurred effect. Her hand once again returned to its stroking.

"Come now sissy, you know you want my cum after all you must have grown accustomed to its taste as you have swallowed so much of it. Just imagine how wonderful it will taste when mixed with your wife's pussy juice".

Mistress worked her hand that slight bit faster. I tried to beg, to get my words out and make myself heard and understood. As fate would have it the Bull on the screen was urging the wife to "cum for me now slut, cum for me".

Mistress Annie edged closer and closer as the moans and the Bulls orders were repeated. I watched mesmerised and then with one knee thrown up onto the bed besides me, Mistress lurched forward as the first shot of cum arced towards my panty covered face. Despite the lace cover I closed my eyes as I watched it head for my eyes. There was no sound as it landed, just below my eye with the shot ending just on my cheek. The second shot across my nose and upper lip as the hand movement changed trajectory. The third less powerful shot reached my mouth and hung onto the lace above my partly opened gagged mouth. The fourth just making my chin as Mistress flicked her cock upwards in a final moment of pleasure from her orgasm.

Mistress gripped her cock and with eyes closed slowly stroked it as it slowly deflated. The pause in breathing as she came ended and she too in air and praised me for being a good little slut.

The look of disdain with maybe a little sneer of amusement was clear on her face as she turned and walked to the en-suite.

I could smell the slight mustiness of the cum as it slowly soaked through the thin mesh across my face. My eyes still closed for fear of being able to witness my further shaming, as if I hadn't already witnessed enough.

"Relax my little sissy cuck whilst I just tidy up".

I heard Mistress fussy about, changing clothes and filling her holdall. She left the room to take cups to the kitchen as the first little bit of her cum made contact with my lip. I tried to move my mouth ever so slightly that simply then allowed me to once again get a taste of yet more cum. Mistress had been true to her word, only her cum and piss would feed me for the duration!

There was silence in the house. The porn on the TV had stopped and I strained to hear Mistress moving about downstairs. I held my breath as if that would allow me to hear better.

The sound of a car heading down the road outside the house, the slight scratching of a bird on the roof above me, but no sound from downstairs. The bang of a neighbour's car door.

This was no dream I was back where I started. The fucking bitch. It hadn't been 2 envelopes she had fucked me with 3, the nuclear option. Not a sound in the house I was well and truly fucked. There was no way I could get myself free. My own bondage ideas had been simple enough to make things difficult. The cuffing to the bedframe, the gag, the lack of full vision with the panties over my face and then the fucking cage. Oh God! then the padlocked uniform. I would have to try and cut the outfit off me...easier said than done if you haven't got hands to use and cutting tool close at hand.

I yelled into my gag and shook the bed for all I was worth. Knowing there was nobody to help me save for Mistress and that witch had seemingly fucked off.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, time seemed to drag. I had tried to calm myself to allow some rational thought but ideas about how fucking irrational I was and how my dick and kinky mind had got me into this position.

It was at about the half hour mark as I was rattling the bed frame again when I thought I heard a noise from downstairs. I stopped, part in hope but part in fear.....Had someone else come into the house? There was no way I wanted to be found like this. Well I guess "wanted to" was a stupid idea, I had no fucking choice at all, FUCK wanting.

Silence for a few minutes and then my fear got hold of me again as I shook and wriggled and screamed. It was then I heard Mistress laughing by my side. The shock, the joy at seeing my tormentor and the hate for having fooled me and have me live with the fear, even if it was for a short time.

Mistress dangled a bunch of keys in her hand. She was dressed in "normal" male everyday clothes. The lingerie and wig had gone as she leant over placing the bunch of keys in one of my hands.

"Calm my little sissy, take your time and you may be fully free and tidied up by the time your wife gets home from work and by the way I will be taking a few items with me for my wardrobe, I shall leave it to you to think up some excuse for their disappearance".

With that she turned, or should that be, he turned and headed for the door.

"And by the way I think we shall repeat this in the coming months, I can then show you the lovely pics that I took of today's fun...do you think your wife would like them? Who knows maybe it will be you taking the pics of me using her next time"?

As that idea filtered through my mind and made its way to my aching dick, I heard the front door shut and a car leave our driveway.

I had dozed but the fear eventually brought me round as I realised the keys to the cuffs were still in my hand.

Rover68, that's certainly some lengthy piece of work! How many times did you beat off while writing it?

LOL Cheers for that Kenny.....
Yes, once again and contrary to what you suggest! ....it got a little "out of hand".
This one was a little niche but still roughly on a theme.
It was one of the ideas and draft stories I have had stored for ages and was a diversion from continuing with "Progression".
I have 3 others drafted out and did actually start another chapter of the magnum opus....must get them all finished.

Beating off to something I have written myself would be hubris of the highest order!!!

I guess this niche didn't float anyones boat.
It is interesting how certain areas pique a response and others dont.
Had thought with the number of sissy/Cd threads on here would have appealed to some.

I thought it was wonderful.
I am now the slave to my ex girlfriend and her new husband.