Husband gets Blacked

Continued from: "Thank you for fucking my wife"

Derek's stomach twisted with repulsion and humiliation, as his tongue diligently explored the vascular surface of Anthony's cock. Vanessa stood close-by, ensuring her sissy husband cleaned all remnants of her tangy pussy from Anthony's cock and balls. Derek's embarrassment had reached a pinnacle of emasculation, or so he thought. With no safe-words spoken from her delicate sissy husband, Vanessa took this as a queue to continue her relentless torment. 

"Stand and curtsy to Anthony please honey, thank him for letting you clean me off his beautiful cock," Vanessa cooed to Derek. "And address him as Daddy!"

Derek stood in his elaborate sissy attire, the layers of ruffles and bows a visual representation of his vulnerability and submission. The room seemed to hold its breath as he performed his embarrassingly dainty curtsy and whispered, "thank you Da...Daddy. Thank you for letting me clean your cock." 

The corners of Vanessa's villainous lips curled into a devious smile, watching her husband struggle through such intense humiliation. Yet, she knew little glossy strands of pre-cum would be oozing from his chastity cage and wetting the front of his delicate satin panties. 

Vanessa then turned and spoke to Anthony. "I'm going to change into a little something for you my lover. Can you take my husband upstairs and spank him for me? On the bare please. I want him nice and red before you fuck him." 

Derek's mouth went dry and his hands began to tremble. The gauntlet had just been laid out by Vanessa, as to what the rest of the evening would entail. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully negotiated the stairs in his darling Mary Janes. 

Anthony waited for a safe-word to escape Derek's painted lips and left enough time for him to protest or tap out of the scene. Upon hearing neither, Anthony continued where Vanessa left off. 

"Dress off and panties off young lady. Park your nose in the corner. Daddy will be up shortly." 

Anthony's deep voice reverberated through Derek, causing his bottom lip to quiver as he tried desperately to fight off tears. 

Derek took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh of humility and sexual frustration, as he caught his own reflection in the vanity mirror. His gaze caught site of his flaccid penis, trapped behind the metal bars of chastity. This caused Derek's mind to turn quickly back to the giant penis he recently had in his own mouth and the way it tasted of his wife's arousal. Derek's mouth began to water slightly, as he reflected on Anthony's glistening cock.  

After spending a little too long at the mirror, mesmerized by his own transformed reflection, Derek suddenly heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. He quickly rushed to the corner, as Daddy had instructed. He certainly didn't want to face the consequences of being out of position when Daddy entered the room. 

The floors creaked behind Derek, letting him know that Daddy was now in the room and witness to his dreadfully vulnerable state.

 

"Well young lady," Anthony spoke sternly. "You heard your wife, get across my lap." 

Derek shamefully shuffled toward the couch, no longer having the protection of panties to conceal his "clit cage". The culmination of all the night's embarrassments, frustrations and humiliations had finally brought Derek to his breaking point. He froze in his tracks and began trembling and bawling his eyes out, desperately pleading with Anthony.

"Please Daddy, don't spank me!!!"

"I'll put out for you Sir, I will! You don't need to spank me!"

Derek's degrading pleas for mercy continued, as Anthony's muscular hand grabbed onto his wrist and man-handled him across his lap. 

Derek's shameful blubbering continued, as the first of the heavy smacks began. 

"Please Daddy, noooo....don't do this!" He cried out. 

Amidst the commotion of pleas and heavy slaps, Vanessa clicked into the room, just as her husband was mewing out a very degrading, "I'll put out for you Daddddddddy!"

"Is that so sissy?" Chimed Vanessa. 

"Show me..." She hissed. 

The defeated and reddened Derek, delicately took Daddy by the hand and led him over to the bed. Vanessa joined the two so she could continue to reassure and coach her husband.  

"Derek," Vanessa's voice was both commanding and nurturing, "I want you to begin by undressing Daddy, slowly and deliberately. Pay attention to his reactions and his desires."

Derek's heart raced as he absorbed Vanessa's instructions, his emotions a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. 

"Once you have undressed Daddy," Vanessa continued, her voice steady, "focus on his pleasure. Attend to his needs, ensuring that he is comfortable and satisfied. It's your task to get Daddy nice and hard for you sweetie. Once he is, you can offer him your bum." 

With a mix of humiliation and embarrassment, Derek followed Vanessa's instructions, slowly turning around to face Anthony on his hands and knees. He felt a shiver of vulnerability as he presented his asshole to Anthony, fully embracing his role as a submissive sissy eager to please.

Vanessa watched with delight as Derek assumed the position, his frilly socks and shiny Mary Janes emphasizing his femininity. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dripping with approval. "Now, wiggle your bum and ask Daddy to fuck you like the sweet little sissy you are."

Anthony, now fully aware of Derek's willingness to submit, stepped closer to him. His hands gently caressed Derek's smooth hips, tracing the contours of his delicate frame. The touch sent shivers down Derek's spine, and he couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of anticipation.

Vanessa remained by Derek's side, offering soothing words of encouragement. "Relax, my sweet sissy," she whispered, her fingers gently running through his hair. "Take Daddy's dick into your bum, just like a girl.”

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Derek's locked-up genitals, dangling helplessly beneath him as he obediently wiggled his spanked ass. The contrast between his own fully aroused manhood and Derek's chastity cage was stark and visually striking. It only further emphasized Derek's submissive position and his complete surrender to their desires.

Vanessa, who was watching the scene from the bed, leaned in and whispered in Anthony's ear, "Look how desperate he is for release. That locked-up penis is dripping for you my lover."

Anthony grinned, fully aware of the power dynamics at play. He stroked Derek's exposed bottom, teasing him before gently sliding a finger along the outline of the chastity cage. Derek let out a soft moan, torn between the desire for release and the thrill of being under their control.

"You must be craving release, my little sissy," Anthony said with a playful glint in his eyes. "But you know you won't get it until we say so."

Derek could only nod, the intensity of the situation overwhelming him. He was aching for release, yet the chastity cage reminded him of his role as a sissy, denied of conventional pleasure but rewarded with penetration, just like a girl. 

Vanessa interjected, her voice filled with authority, "You're not here for your pleasure, sissy. You're here to please Anthony and me. So, show us what a good fuck-doll you can be."

Derek's heart raced as he felt Anthony's cock pressing against him, seeking entrance. He braced himself for what was to come, ready to submit fully to their desires and become a vessel of pleasure for both of them.

("Seeking entrance". Well done Chatty!)

Vanessa, being the Goddess that she is, masturbated on the bed while listening to the symphony of grunts and pleas coming from her husband. 

"Please Daddy just slow down. Oh god Daddy it's so big." Derek was bawling out into the room. 

After several toe-curling orgasms for Goddess Vanessa, she stood back to witness the dramatic climax of Anthony shooting his hot cum into her husband's ass. It was a beautiful sight to watch. Derek was truly a Queen of Spades now. 

Two things became clear after this wild night. 

I doubt Derek will ever again have conventional sex like a "real man"... 

...and Goddess Vanessa was my new fuckin' hero!

Oh boy I have a girl-crush. Just look at her! 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: The Cum Brat

 

 

 

 

"Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

Continued from: French Cut

and: Call me "Sir"

I watched intently, bathed with arousal, as Russell diligently lapped up all of his cum from my bare feet and swallowed it down like a good boy. He hadn't forgotten our old rules and protocols after all. 

I shooed him off the bed into a kneel, then simply glared at him, raising an eyebrow as a visual queue. Would he remember the second part of our old ritual? 

"Th....Thank you Mistress," he bashfully spoke, his face burning with embarrassment. 

"Good boy," I cooed back to him. 

Thanking me for letting him lick his own sticky ejaculate off my feet, then swallowing it all down. 

Priceless! 

I felt like his Goddess again, as he once used to address me during moments of intimate passion. Other times it would be "Mommy", his caring but strict protector, in moments when I had to tan his little butt over my knee. I was truly enjoying seeing Russell submissive and vulnerable again. It pulled at my heart strings. 

I cupped his chin into my hand and directed his gaze into my steely blue eyes. 

"Go find Sarah Jane, young man." I firmly spoke. "Find her and kiss her on the lips. Tell her that her submission is a wonderful gift to you and tell her how much you adore her."

He smiled and replied with a, "yes Ma'am." 

"Treat her to a lovely orgasm with that amazing tongue on yours. Do it from your knees. Show her a small glimpse of your submission...and change out of that silly pilot costume." I ordered, my tone both caring but strict. 

Russell scurried off to do my bidding. Likely embarrassed that his tongue and mouth were still glazed with his recently swallowed ejaculate. I wonder if Sarah will notice the taste in his mouth? 

Such a good boy! He did exactly as I instructed. I could hear Sarah Jane yelling "Daddy", from down the hall. 

Even though I masturbated and came while Russell was sucking my toes, I was still ravenous for more. I went to the find the girls in their "shoe closet", to see what they were up to. 

Vanessa was fully dressed and was preparing to leave. I guess she had a date-night planned with her husband. I jumped at the opportunity to pry for more. 

"By date-night with hubby, you mean him watching you with your bull?" I curiously prodded. 

"Yes Mistress, that sort of date-night." She chuckled as she answered. "Although he might be doing more than just watching tonight!"  

I shrieked with excitement. "That's so fuckin' awesome! I wanna hear all about it!" 

Vanessa giggled again. "Of course Mistress," she seductively purred and gave me a wink. She then kissed both Summer and I on the lips and made her way out.

As soon as I was alone with Summer, my dress was off and I was grinding my soaked pussy into her eager mouth. Gawd, I was so fucking aroused from everything that had played-out around me and the thoughts of Vanessa the Goddess Cuckoldress! 

I leaned my head back as Summer's tongue danced around my throbbing clit. I closed my eyes and began to envision Vanessa with her bull, fucking her vigorously as Derek kneels at the end of the bed and watches, his tiny cock straining against the confides of its cage, his body adorned in delicate pastel satin, lace and bows. 

Little did I know, he was given a much, MUCH more challenging offer from Vanessa, days earlier. 

Take it away, "Chatty" 

****

Vanessa gently posed the question one morning over breakfast. Derek felt a surge of conflicting emotions inside him. The idea of being taken by another man, especially in his sissy attire, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. His chastity cage served as a constant reminder of his limitations as a man, and the offer to experience intimacy in a different way intrigued him.

"I... I'm not sure," Derek stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Derek felt deeply humiliated, but also an undeniable curiosity about the prospect Vanessa presented. To be taken by a "real man" and fucked just like a girl would experience was the daunting offer from his wife. 

Vanessa's hand gently cupped Derek's chin, guiding his gaze back to her. "It's alright, sissy. I know this is a big step, and I won't push you into anything you're not ready for," she reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. "Just think about it, and when you're ready, let me know."

Derek nodded, grateful for Vanessa's understanding. He knew that she would never force him into anything he wasn't comfortable with, and that reassurance brought him a sense of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing. Vanessa clicked out of the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts. 

As the day continued, Derek found himself unable to shake the idea from his mind. The thought of being penetrated like a girl, of surrendering completely to another man's desires, sparked a mix of excitement and anxiety within him. He couldn't deny that he was curious, that a part of him longed to experience the kind of pleasure he could no longer provide as a chastity-bound sissy.

The following days were filled with contemplation and introspection for Derek as he continued his life of sissy slavery and domestic maid chores. 

He discussed his feelings and desires with Vanessa, sharing his hesitations and fears. She listened patiently, offering support and guidance without judgment.

The odd time, Vanessa would have to firmly remind him of the hierarchy in their relationship of wife, bull and cucked husband.

In the end, Derek made his decision. He found himself drawn to the idea of experiencing intimacy in a different way, of letting go of his preconceived notions of masculinity and embracing a side of himself that had remained hidden for so long.

As the night of Anthony's visit approached, Derek's nerves and excitement grew. Vanessa had made all the arrangements, and she reminded Derek what was expected of him. He was dressed in a delicate shade of yellow, the soft fabrics hugging his curves, while the chastity cage confined his flaccid penis from within his panties, emphasizing his submissive status. With his makeup perfectly applied and his wig styled in cute ringlets, Derek was the epitome of a sissy doll. Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, knowing the effect it had on his state of mind.

The thought of being dressed in such an embarrassingly girlish outfit in front of Anthony both thrilled and embarrassed him.

When Anthony arrived, Derek greeted him with a curtsy, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that tonight would be unlike any other.

"Good evening, Sir." Derek managed to squeak out in his wispy attempt at a feminine voice. 

Anthony simply smirked, as Vanessa was advancing on him, lustful to greet him as her cherished lover. 

With a snap of her fingers and a point to the corner, Vanessa quickly dismissed Derek to his position of shame and embarrassment. He was reduced to a mere observer, only able to listen to his wife and her bull. 

Their passion continued to escalate and from Derek's shameful perspective, he could now hear zippers being undone and Vanessa's moans of delight. 

Soon after, the quiet living room filled with the sounds of Vanessa, gagging her way through a challenging deepthroating of Anthony. 

After what seemed like an eternity of jealously, shame, humiliation and involuntary arousal for poor Derek, Vanessa took Anthony's cock out of her mouth long enough to summon Derek to the couch. He was bound and gagged, and positioned on display, forced to watch. 

"As Anthony pleasures me," Vanessa said, her voice low and seductive, "you will stay right there, watching and listening to every intimate moment. You will be my little cuckold sissy, knowing that you can never please me like a real man can."

Vanessa positioned herself in a manner that would be extra humiliating for Derek, ensuring that she could not only look directly at him while Anthony fucks her, but also reach his chastity cage to grope and fondle.  

Derek's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he knew that this was what Vanessa wanted, and he was determined to fulfill her desires.

"I want you to listen to the sounds I make, the pleasure I experience," Vanessa said, her gaze intense. "And as you listen and watch, you will know that you will never be able to satisfy me like Anthony can. You will be humbled, emasculated, and utterly submissive."

"Yes, Mistress," Derek replied, his voice barely above a whisper and contorted by his ball-gag.

Vanessa smiled, knowing that Derek was fully submitting to her and embracing his role as her sissy cuckold.

"And just to remind you of your place," she said, reaching down to touch the chastity cage that confined Derek's penis, "your little clitty will remain locked up while Anthony and I enjoy each other." 

(Yes, "Chatty" actually generated that one and this entire exchange). 😈

Derek's breath caught in his throat at the reminder of his chastity. It was a constant reminder of his submission and his inability to please Vanessa sexually.

"But don't worry," Vanessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I will make sure you get plenty of attention afterward. You'll be begging for Anthony's fat cock in your ass, won't you, my little sissy?"

Vanessa continues her relentless barrage of torment and humiliation, as Anthony fucks her just as relentlessly. 

After Anthony finishes inside Derek's wife, he is released from his bondage and invited to join in on the action. 

At Vanessa's gentle guidance, Derek felt a rush of both excitement and apprehension as Anthony's glistening cock was brought closer to his painted lips. The vivid contrast of his feminine appearance against the throbbing masculinity before him heightened his vulnerability and arousal.

"Go ahead, my sissy," Vanessa cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "Give it a kiss, just like you practiced with my strap-on earlier."

Derek's face blushed deeply, over Vanessa’s announcement that he practices with a training cock. 

With a deep breath, Derek parted his painted lips and tentatively placed a delicate kiss on the tip of Anthony's penis. It was a moment of surrender, a symbolic act that signified his acceptance of his submissive role and his willingness to experience pleasure in a way he had never known before.

"May I please clean you off, Sir?" Derek whispered in defeat. 

"You may, little girl." Anthony responded. 

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for fucking my wife, Sir." 

These were the last words to escape Derek's painted lips, before he was silenced by a giant cock. 

"That's a gooooood guuuuurl!" Vanessa purred to her husband. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: Husband gets Blacked

 

 

Vanessa is a Goddess!

I am quite certain that you'll remember the sexy and alluring Vanessa? Summer's best friend and co-worker?

Yes, her!

Well let me tell you, I recently found out some fun facts about this little Goddess! 

She has been a great friend to Summer and was also her Maid of Honour. Since Vanessa was folded into our little joint enterprise of fetish sales, the three of us have been profiting handsomely from her used hosiery and heels, along with their "fans" content the two of them film in my Facility.  

I seem to recall Vanessa and my slave-girl Bella, getting very friendly at my wedding. Apparently the two of them fucked in the pool on my wedding night. No big deal...just two consenting adults having fun. 

She appeared once more during Summer's birthday party, as one of the slutty members of the Rogue Squadron. This was the first time I had the pleasure of exploring and playing with this little raven-haired vixen. 

Cassandra is riding her tongue in that scene, while my portrayal of "Darth Domina" was giving Summer a good rogering. I seem to recall Vanessa and I scissoring after this, as Cassie and Summer took a round out of each other. Again, no big deal...just a hot, lezdom foursome. I must say, Vanessa was quite the little handful!

All things considered, I was shocked when I learned that Vanessa was married. 

Summer told me over breakfast the other day. Somehow Vanessa's name came up.

"Oui, est mariee," Summer cutely chirped. 

But it didn't end there...oh wow it didn't end there! 

Vanessa, it would seem, is a lot more than she appears to be on the surface, hidden behind her smiling beverage service and comforting offer of a hot towel.  

You know what I thought!? Good for her! 

Summer kept saying "cocu" to me in French. She didn't have the English word for it. I had to look up "cocu". 

Ahh..."cuckold". Vanessa's hubby is apparently a cuckold? That's awesome. This just keeps getting better and better. 

Summer went on to explain that Derek, Vanessa's husband, is a short, slight, beta male to the core. He was one of these dot com people, who quickly made a boat-load of money at a young age because he is a computer nerd. They live in a great big house across town and from what I understand from Summer, it sounds like Vanessa runs the show in a blossoming FLR (Female-Led-Relationship).

Once again, good for her! My admiration for this little beauty just tripled. 

Maybe she's the type of Goddess that would call her poor hubby from her layover hotel room and let him listen to her being railed by a "bull"?

Or maybe he would be more actively involved? As active as his role appears here. Haha...

Oh gawwwd! If Vanessa keeps him locked in chastity too, she'll be my fuckin' idol! 

I've done some pretty Dommey things to silly male submissives in my day, but this would elevate her to the rank of "Goddess" in my eyes.  

This entire concept of our lovely Vanessa, managing a FLR, cuckold, domestic discipline relationship with her husband Derek is so enticing, I decided to embark on a spin-off blog series about her.

There's a twist. Her series will be 98% written by "Chatty", the A.I. language model and not by me. Sound fun? 

I have previewed some of what this Chatty is capable of and it laps me, several times over as far as creative writing goes. I still get to hold the puppet strings and prompt Chatty, then the AI takes it away.

See for yourself: 

Vanessa is a stunning and confident 29-year-old flight attendant who carries an air of elegance and allure. With her radiant smile and captivating presence, she effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her striking beauty is accentuated by her lustrous, dark hair that cascades in gentle waves around her shoulders.

As a flight attendant, Vanessa embodies sophistication and professionalism, impeccably dressed in her tailored uniform that hugs her curves just right. Her perfectly tailored blazer, crisp white blouse, and form-fitting skirt effortlessly showcase her confident and stylish demeanor.

Vanessa's eyes, deep and expressive, reflect her intelligence and curiosity. They hold a mischievous spark, hinting at the depths of her adventurous spirit. Her lips, with their natural yet enticing curve, convey both warmth and sensuality, enticing those around her.

Her posture exudes confidence, with a poised stance that speaks of years of experience and refined grace. Vanessa moves with an effortless elegance, her every step exuding an alluring confidence that captivates those who cross her path.

Beyond her work as a flight attendant, Vanessa possesses a tantalizing secret—she indulges in the world of online fetishes, selling her worn hosiery to men who crave a piece of her sensuality. This secretive side of her persona adds an additional layer of intrigue and allure, reflecting her willingness to explore and embrace her desires outside the confines of societal norms.

In the world of online fetish sales, Vanessa adopts a pseudonym, preserving her identity while providing an alluring and intimate connection to those who seek her hosiery. This venture serves as a testament to her confidence and empowerment, allowing her to explore her sensuality in a unique and exciting way.

Vanessa's combination of beauty, confidence, and willingness to embrace her desires makes her a captivating figure—an enigmatic presence who navigates both the skies and the hidden realms of sensuality.

Vanessa possesses a passionate inclination toward hosiery and heels, indulging in these sensual accessories that enhance her allure and accentuate her feminine power. The interplay between hosiery and heels serves as a cornerstone of her personal expression and adds a tantalizing element to her persona.

"Navigates both the skies and the hidden realms of sensuality?!" C'mon! That's gold. 

Well done Chatty! You knocked that one out of the park. Lets just hope that "hidden realms of sensuality" means caging and cuckolding Vanessa's beta husband.

My dear readers, Chatty is very proper and polite. It does not wish to write explicit things and certainly will not condone degrading acts or "forced" BDSM activities. Sexual encounters as written by Chatty are much like a drugstore romance novel. 

"The powerful Christoff, with his manhood engorged, prepared to 'come aboard' the delicate petals of his sea-wench!" 

If it's ok with you, my 2% intervention in the storytelling will be to change some of these vanilla terms into something a little more attuned to this blog? There's a warning ahead of this blog anyway, we're covered. 

Ohhhh Vanessa, Vanessa...wherever shall your exploits take us! This is gonna be a fun!

Summer, Cassie and Bella, my fetish studio called "The Facility", Sarah Jane and Russell...they're all still around too and will definitely pop-up from time to time.    

Stay tuned!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The First Click in their Relationship