Seven days to sissyhood. The finale
Saturday
I open my eyes, and am confused as I do not see the normal surroundings of my bedroom, as I turn over to look around, the tinkling of the bells attached to my cock cage remind me.......I am banished from my own bedroom.
I can hear the radio is on in what I used to think of my bedroom, so I know my wife is awake. So I hope to get on the good side of her, and even better hoping to go lingerie shopping with her, and go downstairs to make breakfast so we can have breakfast in bed.
I carry the tray upstairs, and hesitate outside the door, then I knock on the door (for gods sake this is my bedroom, but I feel the need to knock before entering) and I hear her say “Come in.”
I put the tray down, curtesy and say “Good morning Mistress.”
She smiled and said “There are definite advantages of having a sissy in the house. Now today is the day when the laundry is done, make sure it is all done, ironed, and PUT AWAY. Once that is done, dusting of all the shelves can be started.”
She gave no indication that I could have my breakfast with her, so took my breakfast off the tray and went downstairs. I have my duties to do.
After I finished my breakfast and was loading the washing machine, I must admit I got a little thrill of the fact that mine, and my wife’s lingerie is being washed together, and my cock throbbed making the bells tinkle.
When heard the shower go on I quickly ran into the bedroom, sexy baby doll nighties are great for the bedroom, but not really practical for doing to housework in.
I saw my ‘uniform’ of tennis dress and shoes was already laid out for me, so I quickly got dressed before my wife got out of the shower, I almost felt like an interloper in my own bedroom, and went downstairs again.
When my wife came downstairs, I curtseyed and said “Morning Mistress, I have done one load of washing, put it in the dryer and the second load is in the machine”. I was hoping to get in her good books, so she does not find a reason not to go for the shopping expedition I was hoping for.
She seemed genuinely pleased and said “Well done, I will make a useful sissy out of you.”
It is ridiculous, but I felt so proud of her praise, curtseyed again and said “Thank you Mistress.”
“I am going out now, I’m waiting for a parcel, so make sure you are ready for it. Text me when it comes.” She said as she left the room.
I felt crestfallen that we were not going shopping together, but I suppose if there was a parcel coming someone has to be in, maybe next weekend we will go out together.
I busied myself with the chores and had managed to get all the laundry done, ironed and put away, then the doorbell rang.
I had forgotten about the parcel my wife said about, maybe she is correct that thinking is not my strongest point. I looked down at the dress I was wearing and thought ‘I can’t answer the door like this', but I knew I HAD to answer the door.
I opened the living room door, and shouted down the corridor to the front door “Just a second.”
Then I ran upstairs (and with all the practice I had with wearing heels, I could run up the stairs), grabbed my towelling dressing gown, pulled it on, ran downstairs and went to the front door pulling the dressing gown tight across my body, cupping my cage to deaden the sound of the bells.
I know the postman could see through the frosted glass of the door, there was nothing I could do about the fact I was wearing heels and below the length of the dressing gown it was obvious I was wearing stockings. My only hope was that he would not be able to see clearly enough.
I opened the door, hiding as much as I could behind the door and said “sorry I was just about to have a shower.”
He laughed and said “It is always the way, isn’t it, and I am almost afraid the parcel isn’t for you.”
“Why?”
“It is addressed to the wrong person” and he showed the clipboard with the delivery details, and I read the name Ms L Thorne.
“Oh, .......err..........that is OK it is my sister in law, she is staying with us for a few weeks (her first name is Jackie, but he would not know that).
He laughed and said “I hope you are not getting henpecked, having two women in the house.”
The trouble was when he made that comment the thought of me having to curtsey to my sister-in-law and call her Miss Jackie. My cock gave a throb of delight and there was a tinkle as the bells were shaken.
He made no comment about the noise, and held out his clipboard for me to sign, which I quickly did. When he looked at the signature he said “no you have to sign your name" and held the clipboard out for me to see.
I had signed Ms L Thorne, I could feel myself blushing and stammered “I thought I would have to sign for the person the parcel is for.” I had to think what my signature was, then signed again.
He was happy with that, then handed the parcel over to me. It was about the size of airline carry on case, but not particularly heavy.
I almost collapsed with relief when I closed the door, and took the parcel into the living room.
I texted my wife as instructed, then continued my chores, with my eyes being drawn to the parcel, wondering what was in it.
I was delighted when I heard Whit Woo, and eagerly looked at the message. ‘You can open the parcel, and make use of the contents. There is another present for you in my wardrobe. The key is in the jewellery box. Will be home in about an hour. Make sure you are ready, standing in the corner of the living room with your sissy mask on’.
My heart was pounding as I opened the parcel, and what met my eyes was a delight of frills.
The first thing out of the box was a multi layered lace petticoat, there were about 14 layers of, frills, lace and net. When that was out I could see there was a maids uniform, pink satin with white lace trim. I had obviously seen uniforms like this on the Internet, and I had wanked myself many times, fantasising about having something like that. But knowing due to storage, and cost I thought I would never have something like this. Now my wife has bought it for me. When I thought things could not get better I saw knickers, suspender belt and bra, all matching the dress.
The love and gratitude I felt for my wife at that moment was above and beyond anything I had felt so far.
There were three more boxes still to explore, the first one had a pair of 6” stiletto heeled shoes, the second one contained a blonde wig, which was styled with ringlets and even had pink bows in it. But the last one really blew my mind. It contained silicone boobs, my jaw dropped thinking of my wife being on the Internet buying these for me!
I did not even care about how my cock was throbbing, making the bells ring.
I gathered all the things and went to the bedroom, I could not wait to try them on, but also I would need to be ready for my wife, and with presents like this, I knew I would do anything to stay married to her.
I remembered she said about another present in the wardrobe, and when I opened it, I saw a bag, and could see the strap on dildo, and manacles which we had already used, then I saw something in ‘My little pony' wrapping paper. It was about the size of a biscuit tin, and looked on the label and it said ‘sissy’, so I knew that was for me.
I opened that and saw pictures of rainbows, unicorns, fairy princesses and castles with the words ‘My first make up set'. I could imagine a 10 year old girl being excited that she doesn’t have to ‘borrow’ mummies makeup. But also I wondered if when my wife was buying it she told the assistant that she was buying it for her sissy husband, and with that thought my cock decided to remind me of its existence by ringing the bells of my cage.
I quickly stripped off, so all I was ‘wearing' was my cock cage. I looked at the silicone boobs, and saw there were sticky pads to attach them to my body. I placed the first one on one of them, it said hold it on you body for one minute, so if felt the coolness as I put it to my chest, but soon it began to warm up. After the minute I slowly removed my hand, I felt it pull against my chest, but it held. The second one followed, then I looked in the mirror, and at a quick glance it looked like I had tits, I shook my upper body and delighted in how naturally they moved. My wife is amazing to get me something as sexy as this.
As I put my suspender belt on, I could feel my tits moving, adding to the thrill of wearing such sexy lingerie, I could not get my stockings on quickly enough with my hands shaking as I attached the suspender straps, with the added difficulty of looking over my tits.
The knickers were next, the pink satin with white frills matching the suspender belt, as I stand up and look down all I can see is cleavage, MY CLEAVAGE. Looking in the mirror gave me the extra thrill.
I almost considered not wearing the bra, as I was loving the feeling of my tits jiggling as I moved, but the thought of the complete matching set was equally sexy. As I felt the weight of my tits fill the cup of my bra, I knew my ‘bags of rice' days are over.
I looked at the maids uniform laying on the bed, and can hardly believe my luck that I will be wearing it in a few seconds. I placed it over my head, delighting in the cool satin as it slipped down my body, pulling it past my tits, smoothing it down until the skirt was just at the level of my stocking tops. I know if my cock had been available, I would also certainly wanked myself by this time, the feeling was so good.
I then held the waistband of the petticoats and stepped into it, pulling it upwards until it was around my waist, then smoothing the skirt of my uniform across the petticoats, the length of the skirt not quite reaching the full length of the petticoats, so you can see the frilly hem of the petticoats sticking out.
As I look down my body, the first thing I am aware of is my satin covered tits, but I can see the skirt of my uniform being pushed out, so I can see that as well.
I look in the mirror, and it was a delight, I twist my body, and see the skirt flaring out, being pushed out by the petticoats. A true sissies dream.
Much as I would like to spend all the day doing that, I know my wife will be back, and expect me fully dressed, so I go to the dressing table where my ‘first makeup set' was and open it.
There were no subtle ‘coral’ lipsticks, just bold reds, there were some eyeshadow, blushers etc. So thinking of what my wife did to me when she did the photo for my security pass, I put on the makeup.
I didn’t want to do too much and end up looking like Coco the clown, so I tried the ‘less is more’ option, when I thought it was OK, I reached for my wig, and put that on.
With the exception of the wig, which made me look as though I was Shirley Temple about to sing ‘On the good ship lollipop’, I was quite pleased with the look.
Then it came to the shoes.............
They fitted OK, but when I went to stand up, I almost toppled over again. The 6” stilettos felt totally different. I tried walking, and got better balance, but I found I had to do even shorter steps, and swing my hips more. I felt my tits swinging from side to side, and the skirt was swishing with each step. Also the bells on my cock cage was twinkling away all the time. It was making my mincing walk even more pronounced.
I picked up my sissy mask and carefully went downstairs, I am sure I will have plenty of practice wearing these shoes, so will get better.
I was sat down on the chair near the corner, knowing I would be able to hear my wife coming in, and have enough time to put the mask on and stand in the corner.
When I heard the key do into the lock, I leapt up and put the mask on, with my heart pounding not knowing what will happen next.
I hear her come into the room and she said “what a pretty sissy you look.”
I curtsey, facing the corner of the room, and say “yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
I am now aware of her standing directly behind me, can feel the heat of her body, I can smell her perfume.
I felt her hand stroking over the material of my dress, then I felt her lifting the skirt, and one by one lifting each of the layer until it was my frilly knickers that were exposed. She then ran her hands over all the frills and lace and said “tell me how you feel at the moment.”
I wanted to say that wanted to fuck her at the moment, but the words that came out of my mouth were “I feel like such a pretty sissy, lucky to have a Mistress like you.”
She laughed and said “good answer.”
She let my skirt fall down as her hands stroked up the satin body of my dress, until she could feel my bra through the material of my dress. Then her hands traced round the bra until she was cupping my tits.
I could just see her hands under the bottom of the mask, as she began to play with the nipples as though I could actually feel something “you are turned on with your clothes, aren’t you,” she whispered into my ear.
My cock gave a throb of pleasure, making the bells ring, and at that moment if I could have one magic wish in my life, it would have been that those tits were real, and not silicone and she was actually playing with my nipples.
She removed my mask and said “We don’t want to restrict your girly hair, I want you to do a twirl for me, but I want to sit on the sofa to get the full effect, wait until I tell you, then give a twirl.”
I fully understand what she wanted as I had spent time in front of the mirror, just so I could watch the skirt flare out. As faced to corner I was determined to give her the best show possible, to try to make my skirt and petticoats fly up enough to show my knickers as well.
“Give us a twirl, sissy.”
I spun round as fast as I could, knowing the skirt was flying up, and ended facing the wall again. Then I realised what I had seen...........my wife was on the sofa, but she was with a man.
I turned round quickly, so I was facing them, and not only was she with a man, she was sitting on his lap. He had her skirt pushed up, displaying her stocking top and was stroking the bare thigh above her stockings.
I recognised him immediately, it was her boss from work, Rob.
She said “I realised I wanted a real man’s cock in my cunt, and Rob said he would fuck me. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
In the back of my mind I wanted to say ‘NO, IT IS NOT NICE OF HIM', to tell him to fuck off out of my house, and say to my wife that this needed to stop.
But my traitorous cock decided to rattle the bars of its cage at that moment, and made the bells tinkle.
Hoping to disguise the sound I found what I did, was to curtsey and say “yes Mistress,”
She climbed off his lap, and led him to the stairs. As they were about to go up the stairs she looked over her shoulder and said “come on sissy, I have a use for you as well.”
Not only is she going to fuck another man, she is going to make me witness it.
I heard them running up the stairs, as I had to mince slowly across the living room, skirt moving from side to side, bells tinkling. Then going even slower up the stairs, not used to the 6” heels.
By the time I reached the bedroom (my bedroom???), Rob was already hurriedly getting undressed, and my wife was on the other side of the room, and she motioned with her finger to come to her.
When I got to her she said “you are going to get me ready for Rob.”
She turned her back to me, making it obvious that I was to unzip her dress.
I began to slowly pull the zip down, I was not sure if I was doing it slowly to delay the inevitable, or to add to the ‘tease'.
When the zip is at its lowest point, I eased the straps of her dress over her shoulder, until gravity took over and the dress slipped down her body, leaving her standing in just her lingerie.
From the look on Rob's face, he had never seen her like this, so my wife had just been teasing me, suggesting that she had already had sex with Rob. But now it was going to be real, and I was going to witness it.
The lingerie she was wearing was all new, trust me I knew every item of lingerie she owned, and a lot of it I had worn.
The bra was black, lacy, with peep holes which allowed her nipples to stick out. I could just imagine the sensation of her nipples rubbing against her dress when she was outside.
I wished I could have put my arms around her bra, and played with her nipples, as she had done to me a short while ago, but I know I was not allowed to touch her, unless told to do so.
She was wearing a black satin waspie, that had red lace trim, with 6 suspenders holding up her black stockings.
The knickers matched the waspie.
By now Rob was totally naked, and I could see his cock was bigger than mine (even when it isn’t trapped in a cage) and throbbing.
My wife giggled and said “I think my knickers are going to be surplus to requirement.”
I knelt down behind her and hooked my thumbs in the waistband, and started to pull them down. As the cleavage of her bum was exposed it was a kind of torture to be able to see it, to be so close, but not being able to worship it as desperately wanted to.
I could see Rob's eyes were fixed on the descent of her knickers, so I deliberately went slower, exposing her pussy so slowly, but at some time it was all there for him to see. His eyes widened, it was the closest I have ever seen to the cartoon image of when someone’s eyes come out on stalks when they see something exciting.
It showed me that he had never even had his hands in her knickers, otherwise the sight of her smooth shaven pussy would not be such a surprise.
I eased her knickers over her suspender straps, down past her stocking tops, down to her knees, and then gravity took over and they fell to the floor to join the dress.
She stepped out of the puddle of clothes that surrounded her, and went onto the bed and said “Sissy, go and suck that cock, I want to feel it nice and hard as it slides into my cunt.”
As didn’t want to struggle to stand up with the heels I was wearing, I crawled over to him on all fours.
I know I had shared fantasies with others about sucking cock, I know my wife had me suck her dildo as though it was a cock. But this was another man’s cock I was approaching. I could see it pulse, as I got closer I could smell it, and even feel the body heat.
A teardrop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock, and I put my tongue out and felt it drip onto it. The immediate sensation was salty, with an unfamiliar taste. I am sure in times past we have tasted our own juices, but this was another man!
I followed the trail of the pre-cum until my tongue touched the head of his cock, then I thought of what I loved my wife to do when she sucked my cock, and used the tip of my tongue to rapidly, but gently, flicker on the underside of his cock head.
I heard him groan as he enjoyed the sensation.
“Hurry up, I need cock in my cunt NOW!” I could hear her say, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her on the bed, with her fingers entering her pussy, finger fucking herself.
I knew I couldn’t delay any longer, and positioned my mouth in front of his cock, opened my mouth, and slowly felt it slide into it, filling it, the taste of him assaulting my senses, being able to feel it pulse in my mouth.
I then moved my head until I was beginning to create a rhythm, and with the thought if I managed to suck him off, he would not be able to fuck my wife, even imagining what she would do to him as punishment for not being able to fuck her.
I felt him hold my head, and begin to really fuck my face, I was past caring of the discomfort of feeling his cock beginning to slide down my throat, just thinking how it will save the indignity of having to watch my wife being fucked by another man.
I heard her say “you really are a cocksucking sissy, aren’t you?”
I have been told it is rude to speak with your mouth full, and my mouth was definitely full, so I hoped she accepted my reply of “Mmm Mmmmmmmm" as acceptable.
Then she said “bring that cock over to me, I want it in my cunt.”
As I allowed his cock to slide out of my mouth, I looked over to my wife and I saw she was now on all fours on the bed, her legs parted, with her back hollowed out, thrusting her bum into the air. Almost as though she was showing she wanted to be used sexually, she wanted to be used as a whore.
I stopped sucking, stood up, held onto Rob's cock, and led him to my wife.
When we were behind her receptive pussy, I placed his cock on the slit of her pussy, and used it to stroke the length of her slit, from her clit, to the entrance of her pussy.
I was still hoping he would blow his load before he was able to fuck her, but my wife wanted to be fucked, not teased.
As his cock was positioned, just teasing the entrance of her pussy, she suddenly thrust backwards and the head of his cock just entered her.
Rob thrust forwards and I could see his cock was ¼ of the way in her, then his cock was almost withdrawn, I could see it was wet from my wife’s juices, then thrust in again. I noticed the ‘tide mark' that had been created by my lipstick, around his cock and saw it engulfed in my wife’s pussy.
A couple more thrusts and he had fully entered her, and my wife groaned and said “you are so much bigger than my husband.”
Rob looked at me and grinned, I blushed and looked at the floor, it was only my sissy bells that revealed my true feelings.
It was almost a relief when my wife said “sissy, get on the bed, between my legs, so you can see what it is like when a real man’s cock is fucking me.” At least now I will not be able to see Rob’s face as he fucked my wife.
As I positioned myself in a place where I have been many times when we have had many sexy sessions of ‘69', now I know there is no chance of my cock being sucked as it is imprisoned, and my view above is seeing Rob's cock, fucking my wife.
“Lick my clit" she orders.
It is easy to see her clit, it is erect, her own little cockette wanting attention. I moved my head up, so my tongue can begin to lick and tease her clit, and I can feel Rob's cock sliding past my face each time he enters my wife.
Then something happened that has never occurred on the hundreds of time I have had sex with my wife, she literally screamed as she came, I could feel her body collapse as her body was engulfed with spasms of pleasure.
Rob quickly grabbed her hips and was thrusting her into his cock. He was using her as a piece of meat, using her as his fuck toy, very similar as a short while ago he had held my head and was fucking my mouth.
I heard my wife moaning as orgasm followed orgasm.
Then I was aware that Rob’s thrusting was becoming more erratic, I knew he was about to cum, about to fill my wife’s pussy with his seed.
A few more thrusts, then he grunted and held my wife’s hips, with his cock buried deep in it. I could feel his cock pulse, knowing each pulse was filling my wife’s pussy with his cum.
When he had finished filling her pussy, he withdrew his cock, and I felt it slide, wetly, past my face. Then as I continued licking my wife’s clit, I was aware of more juices dripping onto my face, undoubtedly some of it was his cum.
My wife came again, and I experienced the type of ejaculation only a sissy can experience. Rob’s cum was forced out of her body, mixed with her juices, it was forced into my mouth, falling onto my face, and I had to accept it all.
Eventually she rolled off my body, and lay on her back, panting.
When her breathing settled down to normal she said “Sissy, there is a bottle of champagne in the fridge, bring it up here with two glasses, I think we need to celebrate this moment.”
I got off the bed, and minced out of the bedroom, in my mind I was hating the feeling of the two of them watching me, skirt swishing from side to side, holding my arms close to my body, palms facing the ground, my tits moving about. But my cock seemed to be happily pushing against the cage and ringing the bells.
At least, as carefully went down the stairs they could no longer see me, they would be able to hear the bells tinkling away though.
I got the champagne, and the glasses, then put them on a tray. Then when I stood up I found another problem. I had got so used to having my hands by my side, I felt unbalanced, and the silicone boobs and extra high heels were not helping.
As I looked down to my feet, I realised I could not see where I was putting my feet, all I could see was my tits pushing out of the front of my dress, and looking past that the skirt is being pushed out by the petticoats, surrounding me in a sea of pink satin. I had to take such tiny steps, I could never see my feet.
I carefully made my way to the stairs, which at this moment looked as daunting as Mt Everest.
I took the first step, and felt the tray wobble and the glasses wobble with it. The thought crossed my mind of if I broke one of those, my wife might order me to bend over Rob’s lap, her instructing her lover how to spank me, and I am sure he would spank even harder than she could. As I stood there I could feel my cock throbbing at that thought and ringing their bells.
I was thankful when I reached the ‘summit’ of the stairs, and entered the bedroom.
My wife and Rob were kissing each other deeply, their tongues entering each others mouths, their hands roaming over each others bodies.
I walked over to the bed and stood watching them. I did not need to announce my presence as the bells on my cock cage were tinkling away like some kind of sissy dinner gong.
When they separated, my wife took the glasses and Rob took the champagne bottle.
As he removed the cage of the cork, I wished it was just as easy to remove my cage.
He then poured the champagne into the glasses and they clinked their glasses together and smiled at each other.
As my wife finished her glass she looked at me and said “it is only fair for the sissy to have a drink, as he made this possible,” and with that poured some champagne into her glass. But she did not hand it to me, she positioned it near Rob’s cock, then pushed his cock into the champagne, then removed his cock from the glass, holding it, looking at me and said “here you go sissy.”
The only champagne I would get would have to be sucked off her lovers cock.
I knew I had no choice, so took his cock in my mouth. The main taste I got was his cum, and my wife’s juices, as she repeated it I got more of the flavour of the champagne, but his cock got harder.
I don’t know if it was because my wife was handling his cock, or it was me sucking it, or if it was the situation of watching the husband of the woman he had just fucked having to suck his cock.
So my wife began to wank his cock into the glass. When the inevitable happened and he groaned and some of his cum shot into the glass. When she was satisfied that she had captured all his cum, she handed the glass to me and said “drink up sissy.”
I looked at the glass, aware of traces of her lipstick on it, and could see that Rob’s cum was dancing around the glass, being pushed around by the bubbles.
As I put the glass to my lips and began to drink, I could feel my wife’s, lover's, cum slide down my throat, I thought ‘a week ago I thought I was a man, and in just seven days she has turned me into her sissy.”
THE END.........
.....of being a man, the beginning of being a sissy.
**Legal disclaimer. No sissies were harmed during the writing of this story, but one sissy was abusing himself thinking about it.**
All comments appreciated.
I open my eyes, and am confused as I do not see the normal surroundings of my bedroom, as I turn over to look around, the tinkling of the bells attached to my cock cage remind me.......I am banished from my own bedroom.
I can hear the radio is on in what I used to think of my bedroom, so I know my wife is awake. So I hope to get on the good side of her, and even better hoping to go lingerie shopping with her, and go downstairs to make breakfast so we can have breakfast in bed.
I carry the tray upstairs, and hesitate outside the door, then I knock on the door (for gods sake this is my bedroom, but I feel the need to knock before entering) and I hear her say “Come in.”
I put the tray down, curtesy and say “Good morning Mistress.”
She smiled and said “There are definite advantages of having a sissy in the house. Now today is the day when the laundry is done, make sure it is all done, ironed, and PUT AWAY. Once that is done, dusting of all the shelves can be started.”
She gave no indication that I could have my breakfast with her, so took my breakfast off the tray and went downstairs. I have my duties to do.
After I finished my breakfast and was loading the washing machine, I must admit I got a little thrill of the fact that mine, and my wife’s lingerie is being washed together, and my cock throbbed making the bells tinkle.
When heard the shower go on I quickly ran into the bedroom, sexy baby doll nighties are great for the bedroom, but not really practical for doing to housework in.
I saw my ‘uniform’ of tennis dress and shoes was already laid out for me, so I quickly got dressed before my wife got out of the shower, I almost felt like an interloper in my own bedroom, and went downstairs again.
When my wife came downstairs, I curtseyed and said “Morning Mistress, I have done one load of washing, put it in the dryer and the second load is in the machine”. I was hoping to get in her good books, so she does not find a reason not to go for the shopping expedition I was hoping for.
She seemed genuinely pleased and said “Well done, I will make a useful sissy out of you.”
It is ridiculous, but I felt so proud of her praise, curtseyed again and said “Thank you Mistress.”
“I am going out now, I’m waiting for a parcel, so make sure you are ready for it. Text me when it comes.” She said as she left the room.
I felt crestfallen that we were not going shopping together, but I suppose if there was a parcel coming someone has to be in, maybe next weekend we will go out together.
I busied myself with the chores and had managed to get all the laundry done, ironed and put away, then the doorbell rang.
I had forgotten about the parcel my wife said about, maybe she is correct that thinking is not my strongest point. I looked down at the dress I was wearing and thought ‘I can’t answer the door like this', but I knew I HAD to answer the door.
I opened the living room door, and shouted down the corridor to the front door “Just a second.”
Then I ran upstairs (and with all the practice I had with wearing heels, I could run up the stairs), grabbed my towelling dressing gown, pulled it on, ran downstairs and went to the front door pulling the dressing gown tight across my body, cupping my cage to deaden the sound of the bells.
I know the postman could see through the frosted glass of the door, there was nothing I could do about the fact I was wearing heels and below the length of the dressing gown it was obvious I was wearing stockings. My only hope was that he would not be able to see clearly enough.
I opened the door, hiding as much as I could behind the door and said “sorry I was just about to have a shower.”
He laughed and said “It is always the way, isn’t it, and I am almost afraid the parcel isn’t for you.”
“Why?”
“It is addressed to the wrong person” and he showed the clipboard with the delivery details, and I read the name Ms L Thorne.
“Oh, .......err..........that is OK it is my sister in law, she is staying with us for a few weeks (her first name is Jackie, but he would not know that).
He laughed and said “I hope you are not getting henpecked, having two women in the house.”
The trouble was when he made that comment the thought of me having to curtsey to my sister-in-law and call her Miss Jackie. My cock gave a throb of delight and there was a tinkle as the bells were shaken.
He made no comment about the noise, and held out his clipboard for me to sign, which I quickly did. When he looked at the signature he said “no you have to sign your name" and held the clipboard out for me to see.
I had signed Ms L Thorne, I could feel myself blushing and stammered “I thought I would have to sign for the person the parcel is for.” I had to think what my signature was, then signed again.
He was happy with that, then handed the parcel over to me. It was about the size of airline carry on case, but not particularly heavy.
I almost collapsed with relief when I closed the door, and took the parcel into the living room.
I texted my wife as instructed, then continued my chores, with my eyes being drawn to the parcel, wondering what was in it.
I was delighted when I heard Whit Woo, and eagerly looked at the message. ‘You can open the parcel, and make use of the contents. There is another present for you in my wardrobe. The key is in the jewellery box. Will be home in about an hour. Make sure you are ready, standing in the corner of the living room with your sissy mask on’.
My heart was pounding as I opened the parcel, and what met my eyes was a delight of frills.
The first thing out of the box was a multi layered lace petticoat, there were about 14 layers of, frills, lace and net. When that was out I could see there was a maids uniform, pink satin with white lace trim. I had obviously seen uniforms like this on the Internet, and I had wanked myself many times, fantasising about having something like that. But knowing due to storage, and cost I thought I would never have something like this. Now my wife has bought it for me. When I thought things could not get better I saw knickers, suspender belt and bra, all matching the dress.
The love and gratitude I felt for my wife at that moment was above and beyond anything I had felt so far.
There were three more boxes still to explore, the first one had a pair of 6” stiletto heeled shoes, the second one contained a blonde wig, which was styled with ringlets and even had pink bows in it. But the last one really blew my mind. It contained silicone boobs, my jaw dropped thinking of my wife being on the Internet buying these for me!
I did not even care about how my cock was throbbing, making the bells ring.
I gathered all the things and went to the bedroom, I could not wait to try them on, but also I would need to be ready for my wife, and with presents like this, I knew I would do anything to stay married to her.
I remembered she said about another present in the wardrobe, and when I opened it, I saw a bag, and could see the strap on dildo, and manacles which we had already used, then I saw something in ‘My little pony' wrapping paper. It was about the size of a biscuit tin, and looked on the label and it said ‘sissy’, so I knew that was for me.
I opened that and saw pictures of rainbows, unicorns, fairy princesses and castles with the words ‘My first make up set'. I could imagine a 10 year old girl being excited that she doesn’t have to ‘borrow’ mummies makeup. But also I wondered if when my wife was buying it she told the assistant that she was buying it for her sissy husband, and with that thought my cock decided to remind me of its existence by ringing the bells of my cage.
I quickly stripped off, so all I was ‘wearing' was my cock cage. I looked at the silicone boobs, and saw there were sticky pads to attach them to my body. I placed the first one on one of them, it said hold it on you body for one minute, so if felt the coolness as I put it to my chest, but soon it began to warm up. After the minute I slowly removed my hand, I felt it pull against my chest, but it held. The second one followed, then I looked in the mirror, and at a quick glance it looked like I had tits, I shook my upper body and delighted in how naturally they moved. My wife is amazing to get me something as sexy as this.
As I put my suspender belt on, I could feel my tits moving, adding to the thrill of wearing such sexy lingerie, I could not get my stockings on quickly enough with my hands shaking as I attached the suspender straps, with the added difficulty of looking over my tits.
The knickers were next, the pink satin with white frills matching the suspender belt, as I stand up and look down all I can see is cleavage, MY CLEAVAGE. Looking in the mirror gave me the extra thrill.
I almost considered not wearing the bra, as I was loving the feeling of my tits jiggling as I moved, but the thought of the complete matching set was equally sexy. As I felt the weight of my tits fill the cup of my bra, I knew my ‘bags of rice' days are over.
I looked at the maids uniform laying on the bed, and can hardly believe my luck that I will be wearing it in a few seconds. I placed it over my head, delighting in the cool satin as it slipped down my body, pulling it past my tits, smoothing it down until the skirt was just at the level of my stocking tops. I know if my cock had been available, I would also certainly wanked myself by this time, the feeling was so good.
I then held the waistband of the petticoats and stepped into it, pulling it upwards until it was around my waist, then smoothing the skirt of my uniform across the petticoats, the length of the skirt not quite reaching the full length of the petticoats, so you can see the frilly hem of the petticoats sticking out.
As I look down my body, the first thing I am aware of is my satin covered tits, but I can see the skirt of my uniform being pushed out, so I can see that as well.
I look in the mirror, and it was a delight, I twist my body, and see the skirt flaring out, being pushed out by the petticoats. A true sissies dream.
Much as I would like to spend all the day doing that, I know my wife will be back, and expect me fully dressed, so I go to the dressing table where my ‘first makeup set' was and open it.
There were no subtle ‘coral’ lipsticks, just bold reds, there were some eyeshadow, blushers etc. So thinking of what my wife did to me when she did the photo for my security pass, I put on the makeup.
I didn’t want to do too much and end up looking like Coco the clown, so I tried the ‘less is more’ option, when I thought it was OK, I reached for my wig, and put that on.
With the exception of the wig, which made me look as though I was Shirley Temple about to sing ‘On the good ship lollipop’, I was quite pleased with the look.
Then it came to the shoes.............
They fitted OK, but when I went to stand up, I almost toppled over again. The 6” stilettos felt totally different. I tried walking, and got better balance, but I found I had to do even shorter steps, and swing my hips more. I felt my tits swinging from side to side, and the skirt was swishing with each step. Also the bells on my cock cage was twinkling away all the time. It was making my mincing walk even more pronounced.
I picked up my sissy mask and carefully went downstairs, I am sure I will have plenty of practice wearing these shoes, so will get better.
I was sat down on the chair near the corner, knowing I would be able to hear my wife coming in, and have enough time to put the mask on and stand in the corner.
When I heard the key do into the lock, I leapt up and put the mask on, with my heart pounding not knowing what will happen next.
I hear her come into the room and she said “what a pretty sissy you look.”
I curtsey, facing the corner of the room, and say “yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
I am now aware of her standing directly behind me, can feel the heat of her body, I can smell her perfume.
I felt her hand stroking over the material of my dress, then I felt her lifting the skirt, and one by one lifting each of the layer until it was my frilly knickers that were exposed. She then ran her hands over all the frills and lace and said “tell me how you feel at the moment.”
I wanted to say that wanted to fuck her at the moment, but the words that came out of my mouth were “I feel like such a pretty sissy, lucky to have a Mistress like you.”
She laughed and said “good answer.”
She let my skirt fall down as her hands stroked up the satin body of my dress, until she could feel my bra through the material of my dress. Then her hands traced round the bra until she was cupping my tits.
I could just see her hands under the bottom of the mask, as she began to play with the nipples as though I could actually feel something “you are turned on with your clothes, aren’t you,” she whispered into my ear.
My cock gave a throb of pleasure, making the bells ring, and at that moment if I could have one magic wish in my life, it would have been that those tits were real, and not silicone and she was actually playing with my nipples.
She removed my mask and said “We don’t want to restrict your girly hair, I want you to do a twirl for me, but I want to sit on the sofa to get the full effect, wait until I tell you, then give a twirl.”
I fully understand what she wanted as I had spent time in front of the mirror, just so I could watch the skirt flare out. As faced to corner I was determined to give her the best show possible, to try to make my skirt and petticoats fly up enough to show my knickers as well.
“Give us a twirl, sissy.”
I spun round as fast as I could, knowing the skirt was flying up, and ended facing the wall again. Then I realised what I had seen...........my wife was on the sofa, but she was with a man.
I turned round quickly, so I was facing them, and not only was she with a man, she was sitting on his lap. He had her skirt pushed up, displaying her stocking top and was stroking the bare thigh above her stockings.
I recognised him immediately, it was her boss from work, Rob.
She said “I realised I wanted a real man’s cock in my cunt, and Rob said he would fuck me. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
In the back of my mind I wanted to say ‘NO, IT IS NOT NICE OF HIM', to tell him to fuck off out of my house, and say to my wife that this needed to stop.
But my traitorous cock decided to rattle the bars of its cage at that moment, and made the bells tinkle.
Hoping to disguise the sound I found what I did, was to curtsey and say “yes Mistress,”
She climbed off his lap, and led him to the stairs. As they were about to go up the stairs she looked over her shoulder and said “come on sissy, I have a use for you as well.”
Not only is she going to fuck another man, she is going to make me witness it.
I heard them running up the stairs, as I had to mince slowly across the living room, skirt moving from side to side, bells tinkling. Then going even slower up the stairs, not used to the 6” heels.
By the time I reached the bedroom (my bedroom???), Rob was already hurriedly getting undressed, and my wife was on the other side of the room, and she motioned with her finger to come to her.
When I got to her she said “you are going to get me ready for Rob.”
She turned her back to me, making it obvious that I was to unzip her dress.
I began to slowly pull the zip down, I was not sure if I was doing it slowly to delay the inevitable, or to add to the ‘tease'.
When the zip is at its lowest point, I eased the straps of her dress over her shoulder, until gravity took over and the dress slipped down her body, leaving her standing in just her lingerie.
From the look on Rob's face, he had never seen her like this, so my wife had just been teasing me, suggesting that she had already had sex with Rob. But now it was going to be real, and I was going to witness it.
The lingerie she was wearing was all new, trust me I knew every item of lingerie she owned, and a lot of it I had worn.
The bra was black, lacy, with peep holes which allowed her nipples to stick out. I could just imagine the sensation of her nipples rubbing against her dress when she was outside.
I wished I could have put my arms around her bra, and played with her nipples, as she had done to me a short while ago, but I know I was not allowed to touch her, unless told to do so.
She was wearing a black satin waspie, that had red lace trim, with 6 suspenders holding up her black stockings.
The knickers matched the waspie.
By now Rob was totally naked, and I could see his cock was bigger than mine (even when it isn’t trapped in a cage) and throbbing.
My wife giggled and said “I think my knickers are going to be surplus to requirement.”
I knelt down behind her and hooked my thumbs in the waistband, and started to pull them down. As the cleavage of her bum was exposed it was a kind of torture to be able to see it, to be so close, but not being able to worship it as desperately wanted to.
I could see Rob's eyes were fixed on the descent of her knickers, so I deliberately went slower, exposing her pussy so slowly, but at some time it was all there for him to see. His eyes widened, it was the closest I have ever seen to the cartoon image of when someone’s eyes come out on stalks when they see something exciting.
It showed me that he had never even had his hands in her knickers, otherwise the sight of her smooth shaven pussy would not be such a surprise.
I eased her knickers over her suspender straps, down past her stocking tops, down to her knees, and then gravity took over and they fell to the floor to join the dress.
She stepped out of the puddle of clothes that surrounded her, and went onto the bed and said “Sissy, go and suck that cock, I want to feel it nice and hard as it slides into my cunt.”
As didn’t want to struggle to stand up with the heels I was wearing, I crawled over to him on all fours.
I know I had shared fantasies with others about sucking cock, I know my wife had me suck her dildo as though it was a cock. But this was another man’s cock I was approaching. I could see it pulse, as I got closer I could smell it, and even feel the body heat.
A teardrop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock, and I put my tongue out and felt it drip onto it. The immediate sensation was salty, with an unfamiliar taste. I am sure in times past we have tasted our own juices, but this was another man!
I followed the trail of the pre-cum until my tongue touched the head of his cock, then I thought of what I loved my wife to do when she sucked my cock, and used the tip of my tongue to rapidly, but gently, flicker on the underside of his cock head.
I heard him groan as he enjoyed the sensation.
“Hurry up, I need cock in my cunt NOW!” I could hear her say, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her on the bed, with her fingers entering her pussy, finger fucking herself.
I knew I couldn’t delay any longer, and positioned my mouth in front of his cock, opened my mouth, and slowly felt it slide into it, filling it, the taste of him assaulting my senses, being able to feel it pulse in my mouth.
I then moved my head until I was beginning to create a rhythm, and with the thought if I managed to suck him off, he would not be able to fuck my wife, even imagining what she would do to him as punishment for not being able to fuck her.
I felt him hold my head, and begin to really fuck my face, I was past caring of the discomfort of feeling his cock beginning to slide down my throat, just thinking how it will save the indignity of having to watch my wife being fucked by another man.
I heard her say “you really are a cocksucking sissy, aren’t you?”
I have been told it is rude to speak with your mouth full, and my mouth was definitely full, so I hoped she accepted my reply of “Mmm Mmmmmmmm" as acceptable.
Then she said “bring that cock over to me, I want it in my cunt.”
As I allowed his cock to slide out of my mouth, I looked over to my wife and I saw she was now on all fours on the bed, her legs parted, with her back hollowed out, thrusting her bum into the air. Almost as though she was showing she wanted to be used sexually, she wanted to be used as a whore.
I stopped sucking, stood up, held onto Rob's cock, and led him to my wife.
When we were behind her receptive pussy, I placed his cock on the slit of her pussy, and used it to stroke the length of her slit, from her clit, to the entrance of her pussy.
I was still hoping he would blow his load before he was able to fuck her, but my wife wanted to be fucked, not teased.
As his cock was positioned, just teasing the entrance of her pussy, she suddenly thrust backwards and the head of his cock just entered her.
Rob thrust forwards and I could see his cock was ¼ of the way in her, then his cock was almost withdrawn, I could see it was wet from my wife’s juices, then thrust in again. I noticed the ‘tide mark' that had been created by my lipstick, around his cock and saw it engulfed in my wife’s pussy.
A couple more thrusts and he had fully entered her, and my wife groaned and said “you are so much bigger than my husband.”
Rob looked at me and grinned, I blushed and looked at the floor, it was only my sissy bells that revealed my true feelings.
It was almost a relief when my wife said “sissy, get on the bed, between my legs, so you can see what it is like when a real man’s cock is fucking me.” At least now I will not be able to see Rob’s face as he fucked my wife.
As I positioned myself in a place where I have been many times when we have had many sexy sessions of ‘69', now I know there is no chance of my cock being sucked as it is imprisoned, and my view above is seeing Rob's cock, fucking my wife.
“Lick my clit" she orders.
It is easy to see her clit, it is erect, her own little cockette wanting attention. I moved my head up, so my tongue can begin to lick and tease her clit, and I can feel Rob's cock sliding past my face each time he enters my wife.
Then something happened that has never occurred on the hundreds of time I have had sex with my wife, she literally screamed as she came, I could feel her body collapse as her body was engulfed with spasms of pleasure.
Rob quickly grabbed her hips and was thrusting her into his cock. He was using her as a piece of meat, using her as his fuck toy, very similar as a short while ago he had held my head and was fucking my mouth.
I heard my wife moaning as orgasm followed orgasm.
Then I was aware that Rob’s thrusting was becoming more erratic, I knew he was about to cum, about to fill my wife’s pussy with his seed.
A few more thrusts, then he grunted and held my wife’s hips, with his cock buried deep in it. I could feel his cock pulse, knowing each pulse was filling my wife’s pussy with his cum.
When he had finished filling her pussy, he withdrew his cock, and I felt it slide, wetly, past my face. Then as I continued licking my wife’s clit, I was aware of more juices dripping onto my face, undoubtedly some of it was his cum.
My wife came again, and I experienced the type of ejaculation only a sissy can experience. Rob’s cum was forced out of her body, mixed with her juices, it was forced into my mouth, falling onto my face, and I had to accept it all.
Eventually she rolled off my body, and lay on her back, panting.
When her breathing settled down to normal she said “Sissy, there is a bottle of champagne in the fridge, bring it up here with two glasses, I think we need to celebrate this moment.”
I got off the bed, and minced out of the bedroom, in my mind I was hating the feeling of the two of them watching me, skirt swishing from side to side, holding my arms close to my body, palms facing the ground, my tits moving about. But my cock seemed to be happily pushing against the cage and ringing the bells.
At least, as carefully went down the stairs they could no longer see me, they would be able to hear the bells tinkling away though.
I got the champagne, and the glasses, then put them on a tray. Then when I stood up I found another problem. I had got so used to having my hands by my side, I felt unbalanced, and the silicone boobs and extra high heels were not helping.
As I looked down to my feet, I realised I could not see where I was putting my feet, all I could see was my tits pushing out of the front of my dress, and looking past that the skirt is being pushed out by the petticoats, surrounding me in a sea of pink satin. I had to take such tiny steps, I could never see my feet.
I carefully made my way to the stairs, which at this moment looked as daunting as Mt Everest.
I took the first step, and felt the tray wobble and the glasses wobble with it. The thought crossed my mind of if I broke one of those, my wife might order me to bend over Rob’s lap, her instructing her lover how to spank me, and I am sure he would spank even harder than she could. As I stood there I could feel my cock throbbing at that thought and ringing their bells.
I was thankful when I reached the ‘summit’ of the stairs, and entered the bedroom.
My wife and Rob were kissing each other deeply, their tongues entering each others mouths, their hands roaming over each others bodies.
I walked over to the bed and stood watching them. I did not need to announce my presence as the bells on my cock cage were tinkling away like some kind of sissy dinner gong.
When they separated, my wife took the glasses and Rob took the champagne bottle.
As he removed the cage of the cork, I wished it was just as easy to remove my cage.
He then poured the champagne into the glasses and they clinked their glasses together and smiled at each other.
As my wife finished her glass she looked at me and said “it is only fair for the sissy to have a drink, as he made this possible,” and with that poured some champagne into her glass. But she did not hand it to me, she positioned it near Rob’s cock, then pushed his cock into the champagne, then removed his cock from the glass, holding it, looking at me and said “here you go sissy.”
The only champagne I would get would have to be sucked off her lovers cock.
I knew I had no choice, so took his cock in my mouth. The main taste I got was his cum, and my wife’s juices, as she repeated it I got more of the flavour of the champagne, but his cock got harder.
I don’t know if it was because my wife was handling his cock, or it was me sucking it, or if it was the situation of watching the husband of the woman he had just fucked having to suck his cock.
So my wife began to wank his cock into the glass. When the inevitable happened and he groaned and some of his cum shot into the glass. When she was satisfied that she had captured all his cum, she handed the glass to me and said “drink up sissy.”
I looked at the glass, aware of traces of her lipstick on it, and could see that Rob’s cum was dancing around the glass, being pushed around by the bubbles.
As I put the glass to my lips and began to drink, I could feel my wife’s, lover's, cum slide down my throat, I thought ‘a week ago I thought I was a man, and in just seven days she has turned me into her sissy.”
THE END.........
.....of being a man, the beginning of being a sissy.
**Legal disclaimer. No sissies were harmed during the writing of this story, but one sissy was abusing himself thinking about it.**
All comments appreciated.
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