Please don't make me suck his cock!
"What did you just say?!" My Wife...My Domme was shocked at my whispered request.
We were guests at a kink party house we have attended several times in the past, but not as often as we would like. The distance to travel to this out of our county kink house made our visits here rare, but we were familiar with the setting and the usual guests who would routinely attend. This night was different.
As Usual, my Wife was dressed in seductive black PVC, looking both sexy and confident. i was dressed as i always am - in my submissive femme attire. Tonight, i was wearing a pink webbing body suit under my short denim shorts and white school girl blouse. My make up was whorish, and my ball gag was secured under my blonde wig. i had to snap my fingers to signal my Mistress for permission to speak.
She loosened my gag and if fell below my chin. I sucked up my saliva before dropping to my knees. i motioned for my Domme to bend over and hear my plea.
"Please...Don't make me suck HIS cock." i whispered, pointing to a young man talking with another couple just barely in our line of sight.
"What did you just say?" My Wife asked in a stunned whisper.
Please..."Not HIS cock. That man with the woman in the nylon body stocking."
My Domme finally noticed who it was I was so concerned about. She also figured it the reason why before i had to explain further.
"Is that Katrina with him?"
i nodded and could feel my pathetic little cock shrink even further into my cock cage.
Katrina was my submissive twelve years ago, before i met my wife and became her sissy slut. Katrina was a wonderful submissive and my personal favorite slave back when i was a real man. But she had moved across the country and we knew we would be unable to maintain a long distance relationship, so i had uncollared when we broke up. She swore she would return to me one day, but that was before my Wife took control of my life, and introduced me to my destiny - a cock sucking faggot.
To make matters worse, the man who held Katrina's leash looked to be about 19 years old. He wasn't even dressed in fetish clothes! He was spending as much time checking his phone as he was interacting with guests. She sat dutifully at his feet, in a submissive pose right out of a training manual, as he laughed with two other masters.
"And you don't want her to see you as your True self? Is that it sissy husband?" i nodded. Please My Lady. Please. i really don't want to!"
My Wife takes great pleasure in watching me suck other Men's cocks. She also enjoys the sight of me sucking other sissy's little clits, but she much more enjoys the humiliation of watching me succumb to the will of alpha males. She takes the same delight in watching me be the submissive toy to REAL Men (Not OTHER men...she does not consider me a man any longer) the way some men get hot watching lesbian porn.
She tugged the chain on my collar sternly and beckoned me to my feet. "And WHEN was it EVER about YOU!!?" She was pissed. Really pissed. i was amazed at how angry she became so quickly. She reached down and grabbed my balls hanging from my cock cage. "WHOSE ARE THESE?!" She sneered at me, almost spitting in my face.
"YOUR'S My Goddess.!"
"You're damn right bitch!" She thrush my chain leash downward toward the floor. "Get back on your knees!"
She unsnapped the ball gag which was resting on my chin, and replaced it with an O Ring gag. She snugged it up tight, and keeping me on my knees, she went out a side door of the dungeon play space to the designated smoking area.
This was not a good sign. My Wife had given up smoking years ago. Despite my having a smoking fetish, she felt it was a bad habit from her past, and she was ready to leave it behind.
She bummed a cigarette from one of her Domme girlfriends who was already there before she sat down on my back as if i were a park bench. She took a deep drag and i heard her exhale the smoke into the night.
She small talked with the other Domme, hinting at how submissives swore their undying love unless the demonstration of that love made them uncomfortable.
The more the two of them talked, the more it became clear to me, that i had a choice to make; would i really safe word out of this situation, or would i be willing to demonstrate my love and devotion to my Wife (and to my new/true role) or would my male pride demand i not risk being outed to a former lover who was no longer mine to have.
By the time the cigarette was finished the decision was made.
"Sissy husband. I want you to crawl over to that man and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. Who knows, maybe he will refuse. You can use a condom, since we know nothing of him, but i want you NOT to take no for an answer." She took one final drag and held it for a suspenseful minute. Her next words were carried to my ears in her smoke. "IF this is truly unacceptable, safe word out, and I will honor your wish."
She ground the cigarette under her leather boot toe just inches from my face. "IF you safe word out, You will find your own way home tonight. Do I make myself clear?"
i nodded my head, being careful to keep my drool from splashing onto her boot.
She unhooked my leash from my collar and went inside without me. i knew what was expected of me.
i waited a few minutes. i waited longer than i wanted to, but i had to be sure i wasn't going to cry. The air felt colder now. i sat back on my knees a moment, and adjusted my wig. Staying on my knees i stretched my body up to reach the door handle of the exit door. Pulling it open, i crawled back into the play space, and looked immediately for the young master and my former slave. i found them exactly where they were standing moments before i was lead outside. Only now the young master, with his submissive at his feet, was laughing and listening to stories being told to him by my Wife. She looked at me only once before she returned her attention to the man whose cock would soon be filling my mouth.
We were guests at a kink party house we have attended several times in the past, but not as often as we would like. The distance to travel to this out of our county kink house made our visits here rare, but we were familiar with the setting and the usual guests who would routinely attend. This night was different.
As Usual, my Wife was dressed in seductive black PVC, looking both sexy and confident. i was dressed as i always am - in my submissive femme attire. Tonight, i was wearing a pink webbing body suit under my short denim shorts and white school girl blouse. My make up was whorish, and my ball gag was secured under my blonde wig. i had to snap my fingers to signal my Mistress for permission to speak.
She loosened my gag and if fell below my chin. I sucked up my saliva before dropping to my knees. i motioned for my Domme to bend over and hear my plea.
"Please...Don't make me suck HIS cock." i whispered, pointing to a young man talking with another couple just barely in our line of sight.
"What did you just say?" My Wife asked in a stunned whisper.
Please..."Not HIS cock. That man with the woman in the nylon body stocking."
My Domme finally noticed who it was I was so concerned about. She also figured it the reason why before i had to explain further.
"Is that Katrina with him?"
i nodded and could feel my pathetic little cock shrink even further into my cock cage.
Katrina was my submissive twelve years ago, before i met my wife and became her sissy slut. Katrina was a wonderful submissive and my personal favorite slave back when i was a real man. But she had moved across the country and we knew we would be unable to maintain a long distance relationship, so i had uncollared when we broke up. She swore she would return to me one day, but that was before my Wife took control of my life, and introduced me to my destiny - a cock sucking faggot.
To make matters worse, the man who held Katrina's leash looked to be about 19 years old. He wasn't even dressed in fetish clothes! He was spending as much time checking his phone as he was interacting with guests. She sat dutifully at his feet, in a submissive pose right out of a training manual, as he laughed with two other masters.
"And you don't want her to see you as your True self? Is that it sissy husband?" i nodded. Please My Lady. Please. i really don't want to!"
My Wife takes great pleasure in watching me suck other Men's cocks. She also enjoys the sight of me sucking other sissy's little clits, but she much more enjoys the humiliation of watching me succumb to the will of alpha males. She takes the same delight in watching me be the submissive toy to REAL Men (Not OTHER men...she does not consider me a man any longer) the way some men get hot watching lesbian porn.
She tugged the chain on my collar sternly and beckoned me to my feet. "And WHEN was it EVER about YOU!!?" She was pissed. Really pissed. i was amazed at how angry she became so quickly. She reached down and grabbed my balls hanging from my cock cage. "WHOSE ARE THESE?!" She sneered at me, almost spitting in my face.
"YOUR'S My Goddess.!"
"You're damn right bitch!" She thrush my chain leash downward toward the floor. "Get back on your knees!"
She unsnapped the ball gag which was resting on my chin, and replaced it with an O Ring gag. She snugged it up tight, and keeping me on my knees, she went out a side door of the dungeon play space to the designated smoking area.
This was not a good sign. My Wife had given up smoking years ago. Despite my having a smoking fetish, she felt it was a bad habit from her past, and she was ready to leave it behind.
She bummed a cigarette from one of her Domme girlfriends who was already there before she sat down on my back as if i were a park bench. She took a deep drag and i heard her exhale the smoke into the night.
She small talked with the other Domme, hinting at how submissives swore their undying love unless the demonstration of that love made them uncomfortable.
The more the two of them talked, the more it became clear to me, that i had a choice to make; would i really safe word out of this situation, or would i be willing to demonstrate my love and devotion to my Wife (and to my new/true role) or would my male pride demand i not risk being outed to a former lover who was no longer mine to have.
By the time the cigarette was finished the decision was made.
"Sissy husband. I want you to crawl over to that man and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. Who knows, maybe he will refuse. You can use a condom, since we know nothing of him, but i want you NOT to take no for an answer." She took one final drag and held it for a suspenseful minute. Her next words were carried to my ears in her smoke. "IF this is truly unacceptable, safe word out, and I will honor your wish."
She ground the cigarette under her leather boot toe just inches from my face. "IF you safe word out, You will find your own way home tonight. Do I make myself clear?"
i nodded my head, being careful to keep my drool from splashing onto her boot.
She unhooked my leash from my collar and went inside without me. i knew what was expected of me.
i waited a few minutes. i waited longer than i wanted to, but i had to be sure i wasn't going to cry. The air felt colder now. i sat back on my knees a moment, and adjusted my wig. Staying on my knees i stretched my body up to reach the door handle of the exit door. Pulling it open, i crawled back into the play space, and looked immediately for the young master and my former slave. i found them exactly where they were standing moments before i was lead outside. Only now the young master, with his submissive at his feet, was laughing and listening to stories being told to him by my Wife. She looked at me only once before she returned her attention to the man whose cock would soon be filling my mouth.
8 years ago
