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

 

 

 

 

Shattered Masculinity

Continued from: Smooth Reflections

"Don't be shy sweetheart, open your closet," Vanessa mischievously purred to her husband Derek, as he stood in a ridiculous pair of satin panties and ruffled knee socks, ending at pastel pink Mary Janes.

Derek audibly gasped as the closet door creaked open. 

Ruffles, lace, and an abundance of pink dominate the space. The once-dull and monotonous men's wardrobe has been replaced with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, reflecting his sissy persona.

Vanessa, with a smirk on her face, guides Derek through the treasure trove of garments. She takes great pleasure in presenting each piece, highlighting its unique features and the significance it holds in their dynamic. From frilly dresses to lacy petticoats, the closet tells a story of what is expected of Derek in the future of their relationship. 

Derek's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and apprehension as he explores the feminine ensembles before him. He runs his fingers over the delicate fabrics, feeling their softness against his skin. Each item is meticulously chosen to accentuate his curves, emphasizing his sissy identity and reinforcing his submission.

Vanessa, understanding Derek’s need for deep humiliation, indulges his desire to be dressed as an elaborate little girl. She selects an ensemble with meticulous care, ensuring that every detail contributes to the transformation.

The new outfit, tailored to accentuate Derek’s femininity, features a fluffy, pastel-colored dress adorned with lace and ribbons. The fabric is soft and comfortable, designed to create a sense of innocence and playfulness. She accessorizes the outfit with a matching hair bow, to compliment the frilly socks he was already wearing.

As Vanessa dresses Derek in the elaborate little girl attire, a sense of vulnerability and surrender washes over him. He allows himself to embrace the childlike innocence and playfulness that the outfit represents, willingly surrendering to the nurturing care and guidance provided by his wife.

In this new persona, Derek finds solace and a temporary escape from the responsibilities of adulthood. The transformation into an elaborately dressed little girl allows him to explore a different facet of his submission, finding comfort and security in the role that Vanessa guides him through.

"Go ahead little one, twirl in the mirror for me," Vanessa teasingly cooed. 

Derek's stomach was sickened with butterflies of humiliation, as he took in his full form in the floor-length mirror and performed a twirl. His bottom lip began to tremble as he crawled to Vanessa's lap for support. 

As Derek kneels before Vanessa, with her commanding presence, she poses a thought-provoking question, asking if he deserves to have conventional sex like a “real man” would.

The question hangs in the air, laden with implications and challenging societal expectations. Derek’s heart skips a beat as he processes the inquiry, his mind racing to find an answer that aligns with their unique dynamic. He understands that their FLR encompasses a different set of norms and desires, and conventional definitions of masculinity may not hold the same weight within their relationship.

Derek’s thoughts swirl as he contemplates his response. The chastity cage restrains his desires, reinforcing the control that Vanessa holds over his sexual pleasure. He considers the depth of their connection, the fulfillment he finds in his humiliation, and the satisfaction he derives from serving her in ways that extend beyond conventional notions of sex.

With a mixture of vulnerability and conviction, Derek meets Vanessa’s gaze and answers truthfully, his voice trembles with shame and inadequacy. 

"No Ma'am."

He acknowledges that their dynamic transcends conventional expectations and that the fulfillment he experiences through his submission and service to her far outweighs the desire for conventional sexual encounters.

Vanessa observes Derek’s response, her eyes softening with empathy and understanding. She recognizes the vulnerability it takes for him to acknowledge his limitations within their dynamic. In that moment, she reassures him that his worth and value as a submissive partner are not tied to conforming to conventional expectations of masculinity or sexual encounters.

"This is why I have to fuck Anthony, honey, I hope you understand that?" Vanessa coos. 

With a gentle touch, Vanessa places her hand on Derek’s cheek, imparting a sense of acceptance and reassurance. She reminds him that Anthony should be here soon and that she needs to get Derek's make-up on. 

"Make sure you curtsy and address him 'Sir', as you answer the door sweetheart," Vanessa sternly reminds Derek of the respectful protocols. 

As the doorbell rings, signaling Anthony’s arrival, Derek’s heart races. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to step into the next phase of their dynamic. With Vanessa’s guidance, he descends the stairs, his frilly dress fluttering with each step. Her words ring out in his mind, making his tummy ill with butterflies. 

“Remember, sissy, your purpose is to please and serve. Embrace your role and trust in our dynamic.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Derek opens the door, revealing Anthony standing before him. Derek performs a dainty curtsy, his voice soft and submissive. “Welcome, Sir,” he utters, his wispy feminine voice carrying a mix of nervousness and obedience.

Anthony’s eyes scan Derek from head to toe, taking in the sight before him. A smirk forms on his face, a mix of amusement and intrigue. He nods in acknowledgment and steps inside, ready to explore the depths of Vanessa’s desires with Derek as a submissive participant. A participant who was swiftly excused to the corner of the room by Vanessa. 

After some small talk between Anthony and Vanessa, she summons her husband from the corner and asks him to "look after" Anthony. 

Derek approaches, swallowing a lump of jealously in his throat and fighting off tears. 

"May I show you to my wife's bedroom, Sir?" 

As Derek utters his request in his wispy feminine voice, a moment of anticipation hangs in the air. Anthony’s gaze lingers on him, studying the submissive sissy before him. He takes a moment to consider the proposition, understanding the dynamics at play and the power exchange that has brought them together.

With a nod of approval, Anthony acknowledges Derek’s request, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of amusement. “Lead the way, little girl,” he responds, his tone conveying a mix of authority and ridicule.

Derek’s heart quickens as he guides Anthony toward the bedroom, his delicate hand gripping Anthony’s firmly. He feels a sense of both nervousness and excitement, knowing that his purpose in this moment is to serve and prepare Anthony to please Vanessa.

As they enter the bedroom, Derek’s submissive nature takes over, and he gracefully takes on the role of Anthony’s obedient attendant. He fetches towels, lubricant and discreetly arranges the room, ensuring an environment that will cater to Anthony’s desires and his wife's pleasures. 

With each subtle movement, Derek's femininity and submission are on full display. He maintains an air of grace and obedience, his voice remaining soft and deferential as he addresses Anthony. “Is there anything else I can do to assist you, Sir?” he asks, his words carrying a mixture of deep shame and humiliation. 

Anthony’s gaze travels over Derek’s delicate form, appreciating the effort and devotion he has put into his sissy role. A smile dances upon his lips as he responds, his voice firm yet appreciative. “For now, sissy girl, your presence is enough. Remain attentive and ready to serve.” Derek dipped into a shallow curtsy and responded. 

"Yes Sir," 

Derek's words trembled from his mouth, as he kneels to wait for the arrival of Vanessa. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy Husband Fluffs

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