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CHASTE SISSY SELECTIONSCHASTE SISSY SELECTIONS”What’s the matter, lover boy?” Tanya asked with an amused expression onher pretty face. “You’re the one who wanted to be locked up in thattight little chastity tube, Billy. I mean, sure, you thought it wouldjust be for an hour or so, and that I would let you out so we could havewild sex. But I did warn you that I can be very mean, didn’t I? Whenwe started two weeks ago?” She laughed breathily, a soft and sinistersound. “So now you’re stuck. I’ve got the key and you’re not gettingout any time soon. I like you this way. I also like those yellowpanties I made you put on. With your boy parts squeezed so tight inthat device, it almost looks like you only have a nice girly mound downthere. And that sweet belly shirt, with those bright horizontal rainbowstripes, is so cute on you. Your pretty outfit really shows off what agood job you’re doing of keeping yourself free of any nasty old bodyhair.”She sat there on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in some of hersexiest clothes, watching him drool over her, knowing that he could donothing about it, relishing how well tamed he was becoming since she hadput him into chastity. “Now,” she went on, “I’m having some of mygirlfriends over later and you’ll be serving us drinks and snacks. Ineed to see if you’ve been practicing your swishy walk and body languagelike I said you should. Let’s go. Mince around the room for me a fewtimes.” He cringed at the thought of having to display himself that wayand, worse, having those other girls see it when they arrived. But whatchoice did he have? Tanya had gotten him into chastity and now he wastrapped. If he ever wanted to escape, he had to cooperate completely.Billy took a few tentative steps, remembering to sway his hips as he putone foot directly in front of the other. He kept his upper arms at hissides but angled his lower arms out, keeping his wrists limp.Tanya chuckled at the ridiculous sight he made. His trim bottom rollednicely in those snug panties. She had parted his collar-length hair inthe middle and pulled it into two short ponytails at the sides of hishead, then fixed them there with pretty bows. After Billy had madethree humiliating circuits of the room she stopped him. “Now step intothose flashy shoes over in the corner and do it again. Don’t worry,those are platform heels, so you won’t fall over. Probably.” He did astold, wishing there were some way to convince her to free him. Instead,his discomfort and anxiety only made her want to keep him locked forlonger. He still owed her another ten days before she was due toliberate his manhood.”Very attractive,” she praised him after a half dozen trips around theroom in the shoes. “You can just keep those on while you clean myentire apartment. I love the way those heels shape your legs. They dowonders for those smooth calves.” Billy started beating himself upmentally again. How could he have let himself be locked up this way?And as smart as he was, why couldn’t he convince her to set his penisloose? He shook his head as he picked up a dust rag in one hand and apump bottle of some cleaning fluid in the other to begin his chores. Hedreaded having to spend the next two hours acting like a maid,especially cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom. He took one morelonging glimpse at the seductive young woman before he began his work.She made a show of sitting herself down, picking up a magazine, andflipping the pages, confident that he would finish all the work on time.Tanya would get ready when she was ready to get ready.******Danny was cowering in the woods, totally naked except for glitzy sandalsand a silly beret. Whatever it was that Maria had slipped him at theparty last night, after she thought he was coming on to her best galpal, had made changes in his body. Not only was all of his hair gonebelow the eyebrows, but his skin was extra smooth and on his chest werethe beginnings of two soft protuberances. Worst of all, his long proudcock was tightly imprisoned in a chastity tube, made of steel, that wassecurely locked. He whimpered as Maria, fully clothed and smilingsmugly, appeared, assuring him, “You don’t have to worry about if youshould attempt to get to your car. It’s all locked up. If you want totry to get the key from me, I can give you another demonstration of mymarital arts skills.” He sank down, trying to hide his shamefulnakedness behind a low bush. As he looked up at the buxom, dark-hairedgirl, he said in a small voice, wondering why he sounded so…feminine… “No, I don’t want you to show me again. Last night, after Igot fresh with Tina… I mean after you thought I did… that wasenough.””What can I say, Danette? Everybody who saw you thought that’s what youwere doing. I know you say it was her fault, but how could that be? Doyou think I put her up to something? That I was looking for an excuseto do this to you?” When he was too intimidated to answer, she justchuckled and went on, “Besides, I really LIKE having you in chastity. Iknow it’s been less than 24 hours, but a horny pig like you is probablyfeeling the effects of being around girls and not getting off by now.Am I right?” He lowered his eyes and whispered, “Yes, Maria.” “Ah,”she said with satisfaction, “that’s the tone I want to hear. All thetime. If you expect to get out of that chastity anytime soon.” Shethought for a moment and then, as if the idea had just hit her, toldhim, “You know what would be the perfect way to cool off your feveredlibido? You could take a nice swim in the lake over there.” “L… likeTHIS?” “Of course not like that. I would hold your hat and sandals foryou.”He looked like he was going to cry. “But there are campers on the otherside of the lake. They might s… see me.” “Would that be so bad? Youmight find someone ELSE to hit on.” “B… but I don’t want some othergirl.” “No? Well, if you look again, you’ll see that everyone overthere is guys.” He gasped and instinctively covered his bare chest withhis hands. He was very conscious of the way he was changing there.Maria said, “Let’s just think about last night for a minute. If I didwhat you seem to think I did, that would make me a very nasty andmanipulative woman. The kind who would get a kick out of keeping you inchastity. For a long, long time. So it might be in your best intereststo appease me right now, before I make any major decisions regardingyou, and get in the water and start paddling around. Or if you’d ratherjust wait and see what I come up with if you DON’T do what I say…”She left the choice hanging in the air. Danny gingerly took the hat offand handed it to her. He slipped his feet out of the showy sandals andgave them to Maria as well. Now he felt even more vulnerable, hissmooth pink body on display and his cock trapped that way. She glancedup at the bright sun with concern and then insisted on putting some UVblocker on his lips and cheeks, assuring him that it was waterproof.She patted his bare bottom and said, “Get swimming, Danette, or Ican…” “I’ll go,” he said in that unfamiliar voice. Even though itwas a warm day he shivered as he scooted from one bit of cover toanother, trying to hide himself for as long as he could. Then hescampered to the edge of the water and rushed in, eager to concealhimself. When he was in up to his neck he took a few strokes away fromshore, wondering what it would take to satisfy Maria. He looked back ather and was horrified to see Tina and several other girls from theprevious evening’s party had arrived. They were moving down to thesandy border of the lake, pointing at him and aiming their cell phonesin his direction, taking pictures. He blushed and ducked underwater,kicking away from them. When he surfaced he saw that his presence hadattracted other attention. There were several tall hunky guys in skimpybathing suits stepping into the water, nodding toward him and sayingsomething to each other. One of them, a real muscleman, slid into thewater and swam toward him with long powerful strokes. Before Dannycould react he was alongside, smiling and saying, “Well hello there.You are one cute piece of fluff.””I… I’m not… cute.” WHY couldn’t get speak in his normal voice?The guy said, “Oh, I think somebody’s in denial. Or just playing hardto get.” He laughed happily and reached out to stroke Danny’s bareshoulder before asking him, “Why don’t you come over to our side… ofthe lake?” Confused and scared of what the girls might do to him, heunhappily began to move toward where the group of males was waiting. Hereached shallow water but didn’t want to go further. The fellow who hadswum out to him said, “Let Josh help you,” before he scooped him up inhis powerful arms and lifted him completely out of the water. Dannysquealed, not wanting to be shown off to all those young men, who he sawwere eyeing him with lust. Oh no! Josh was carrying him into the midstof a crowd of horny gay men. Danny kicked his feet ineffectually andtugged at his captor’s strong arms with wasted effort. He tried not tocry as he was set down and the good-looking guys crowded in on him.Their main point of interest was his groin, and the snug-fittingchastity tube. Several pointed and giggled as he cringed, wishing hecould somehow hide his smooth hairless form.”Don’t be so shy, dear,” one of the onlookers advised, sounding a lotless butch that Josh. “We can all see that you want attention.” “I…”Danny didn’t understand. He managed to say in a strained whisper, “Whatdo you mean?” “Oh, Mary, don’t tell me you put that face-paint on byaccident.” “Face… what?” Josh took him by his upper arm, marched himforward, and stood him alongside someone’s SUV, then gripped the back ofhis neck and forced his head down so that he was staring into the sidemirror. Oh no! That ‘sunblock’ Maria had applied was colored andlooked like lipstick and blush. How could he ever convince these guysthat he was straight? Danny stammered out what he hoped was a coherentstory, but when he claimed that he had let a girl put him into chastity,the butch guys guffawed and the fem ones tittered. This was starting tolook hopeless. Josh let his hand slide down to cup one of Danny’sbottom cheeks. The hapless nude male lurched forward, right intoanother gay predator, who threw his long arms around him and pretendedto hump him.That was when Danny saw two carloads of girls pull up nearby. Theytumbled out of the vehicles, led by Maria. She smiled at Josh and said,”I see you’re taking care of my cousin Danny. Or as he likes to becalled, Danette.” Josh grinned and said, “So he DOES like playing atbeing a girl.” “Well,” Maria improvised, “he’s kind of half in and halfout of the closet. Can’t get in touch with his true personality. Wecould leave him here and you studs could help him be his real self. Orwe could take him with us, back to my place, and give him some time tothink about it… while he acts as our serving girl.” She gave Danny apenetrating look and said, “It’s your choice, sweetheart. Do you wantto stay with the guys and maybe lose your virginity, or go back with usand play slave games, maybe get your tempting fanny swatted.” Dannydidn’t like either choice but the thought of staying with these eagermales horrified him. He forced himself to tell her, in a strainedfeminine voice, “I want to go back to your place and… be a servant toall these girls.”The guys booed as several sets of female hands seized him and pushed himinto the back seat of the second car. One girl got on either side ofhim and they freely pinched his nipples and pretended güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri to rub hisincapacitated manhood through the tube. He couldn’t achieve tumescenceand sat there whimpering, begging them in his girly tones to leave himalone. All too soon he was at Maria’s apartment. But the car didn’tstop. They went halfway up the street and one of them told him, “Let’ssee you scoot back to Maria’s, all naked and attractive like you are.Nobody’ll see you. Maybe.” They shoved him out the door and, shieldedby the auto, he dashed into a clump of bushes and crouched down. Abranch jabbed him between his bottom cheeks. The only people on thestreet were college-aged, male and female. If he waited much longer oneof them would spy him and probably spread the word. He had to make abreak for it. In desperation he raced toward the next patch of cover.He heard a wolf whistle but couldn’t be sure if it came from a guy orgal. The car backed up slowly to keep pace with him, the girls in ithooting and hollering. He sprinted from cover to cover and finallyreached Maria’s front door, but it was locked. A pair of jocks acrossthe street gaped at him and started in his direction. Just as they weregetting close the door behind him opened and he was yanked inside.”So pretty,” Maria enthused as he stood there blushing all over. “Nowlets get you into some clothes so you can start waiting on us.” His’clothes’ turned out to be a lace handkerchief, which they used stringto turn into an improvised apron that covered almost nothing. Thensomeone perched a doily atop his head and pinned it there. Finally,another girl put a pair of high heels in front of him and told him toget his feet into them. They were tight and he had trouble takingsteps, but he wasn’t permitted to remove them. Instead, he had tototter around like that while they made jokes at his expense. At lastsomeone gave him a job to do, fetching sodas for them while they loungedaround. He had to get one can at a time, so he was constantly racingback and forth while they jeered. One of them found a wooden kitchenspoon and made him stop so she could administer a dozen hard smacks tohis uncovered butt. He yelped and blubbered while they mocked his lackof machismo. The soft mounds on his chest jiggled.Maria was wildly amused by all of his suffering and shame. She said,”Now I think it’s time for you to entertain us. Somebody put on somemusic, something with a strong beat, and Danette can show us what a gooddancer she is. You ARE a good dancer, aren’t you, Danette? If not, youcan be our bedroom slave.” “N… no,” he piped. “I’ll dance for you.And do whatever else you want. Just don’t make me go with all thesegirls into the… bedroom.” Maria laughed. “Of course we won’t dothat, Danette. None of us wants to use you as a sex slave,” she lied.”Now let’s get you dancing.”******Chuck’s wife, Rosanne, sat in his recliner while he stood in front ofher, shamefaced. She said bluntly, “I was really surprised to see allthat stuff in your porn stash on our computer. I was especially shockedby the chastity pictures and stories. Is that really what you fantasizeabout, dear?” He turned down his eyes and mumbled, “Yes, dear. I’msorry. It’s just…” “I didn’t ask you for an apology, Chuck. Infact, I was kind of turned on by that stuff. Especially by the fictionon that site, Storyphila, the ones where the wives feminize theirhusbands. You like those too, don’t you?” His cheeks flushed as headmitted that he did. “Well, I can see an opportunity for us to startover as a couple and reignite what has become, frankly, a pretty dullsex life.” She let her words sink in and gave him a moment. He didn’twant to say the wrong thing but couldn’t stop himself from asking, “So,are you saying that you want to… try some of that?” “I’m saying thatI found the chastity device you ordered on line and I want you to go getit — RIGHT NOW.”Filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, he rushed to his dresserand dug around in the back of the bottom drawer until he found thesimple yet very effective item. He brought it uncertainly to his wife,who held it in the palm of her hand. He gazed at her lovingly. Andhungrily. Rosanne was a tall blond with a stunningly full figure. Shesmiled at him and said seductively, “Get undressed, loverboy. Let thegames begin.” Feeling slightly more relaxed, he began to strip out ofhis clothes. Soon he was before her in the nude. She smirked at himand the way he was getting partly erect. “Why don’t you go to thefridge and get an icepack? Hold it against your naughty dick on yourway back.” She really had been checking out those pictures and stories.He wondered if she had spent much time on his favorite blog, the onecalled something like ‘Admissions of a Devoted Chastity Enthusiast’ orwhatever it was. When he returned with the blue plastic box of frozenliquid held dutifully against his member, which shriveled up from thelow temperature, his wife was pleased. She summoned him near with agesture, still in the chair, and indicated that he should remove the icepack.As soon as it was out of the way she deftly slipped the chastity cageover his cock and closed it behind his balls. Then she held up the keyand said, “Do you want me to lock you in, darling?” He took a deepbreath, unable to believe that his cherished dream was about to becomereality, and said, “Yes, Rosanne. Please use that key.” “But youunderstand that I might decide to keep you in there for longer than youwant?” He bit his lips for a second before assuring her, “I know.Whatever you say, that’s what we’ll do. For as long as you say.” Shetold him, “Oh, you poor boy. I’m liking this already and the thought ofkeeping you trapped in that tube is getting me so excited. That and howI’m going to dress you. But I gave you a choice.” She put the key inand turned it, then took it and attached it to a thin gold chain shewore around her neck. “Now you’re going to have to live with thatchoice.” His throat was suddenly dry and he could only nod.Rosanne stood and gave him a warm kiss. His crotch tingled and hispenis tried to erect, but was frustrated by the tight cage. She cuppedhis balls in her soft hand and lightly massaged them. He groaned as hisorgan tried harder to grow large. His wife rubbed her heavy breastsagainst his bare chest and he panted with need. “This is even betterthan I imagined,” she said, maybe to him or perhaps just to herself.Then, coming out of her brief reverie, she announced, “Time to go to thebedroom and get you prettied up.” Feeling dizzy with happiness, Chuckfollowed his gorgeous wife, admiring how her broad bottom rolled in thetight slacks she was wearing. He automatically thought of sex but thenjust as quickly understood that he wasn’t going to be granted thatreward. No, his wife now shared his passion for chastity. It was adream come true for him. But how far would she take it?In the bedroom she produced several plastic bags from the bottom of hercloset and began to fuss with their contents without revealing what theyheld. All at once she brought out a pair of silk panties and a satinycorset. His mouth dropped open. He had saved a series of photos inwhich a man was put into chastity and then dressed in those same piecesof clothing. His wife held them out to him and he accepted themwordlessly. While she watched, he began to dress. Chuck had almost nobody hair to begin with and had been secretly trimming what little grewon his crotch, so that now he possessed only a modest patch there. Shenodded approvingly as he stepped into the panties and slid them up hislegs, feeling their seductive softness. Then he began to try to put onthe corset. Rosanne chuckled and stepped in to help him. She lightlystroked his bare arms before she began to lace it up. When she washalfway done she kissed the back of his neck. In the end she tugged thecords as tight as she could, compressing his waist just as the tubecompressed his shaft. He felt utterly under her affectionate control.She told him to go into the closet and get what else was in the back.It was impossible to bend at the waist so he had to sink into a deepsquat, aware of how he must look with his panty clad butt on display.What he found was a pair of woman’s shoes with three inch spike heels.He stood and reverently held them to his chest as he turned to face hiswife. She simply said, “Put them on… Cherry.” He took a shudderingbreath. Not only had she put him into chastity and dressed him, but shehad even given him a female name. He cooperatively put down thefootwear and stepped into it. He wife was pleased. She had him walk inthem and, when he had difficulty, told him not to be concerned becauseshe would make sure he got lots and lots of practice. Chuck noddedmutely. She said, “Now, Cherry, there’s one more thing to take care of.Let’s make sure you understand how our love life is going to work fromnow on. I’ll give you a hint. For me there’ll be as many orgasms as Iwant. For you, practically none, if any. And with your dick under lockand key, how are you going to please my pussy?”He said hesitantly, “I’m going to… use my mouth?” “Good girl. I knowyou’ve never done that for me, but with a bit of instruction I’m sureyou’ll excel. In fact, I will MAKE you the best you can be.” She sankback onto the mattress and sighed languidly. “Now be a good chastespouse and undress me. I’m sure it’ll be kind of tricky with me lyingdown but, hey, from now on making things easy for you will NOT be aconcern. Quite the opposite. Now start with my shoes and don’t hurry.Then you can wriggled these tight slacks off me and unbutton my blouseand work it off. I hope doing all that will get you aroused. I plan tokeep you worked up all the time, Cherry. Won’t that be fun… for me?”Sounding suddenly feminine he told her, “Yes, Ma’am.” The form ofaddress seemed inevitable. She liked it and told him to use it all thetime when he was dressed. Soon he was performing the unfamiliar butstrangely thrilling task, tasting her femaleness, feeling the pantiesand corset against his skin, hampered slightly by the tightness of thelatter. But that small inconvenience was forgotten in the wildexcitement of being treated the way he had always longed to be. Hisravishing wife was dominating him and had suggested that she would bekeeping him chaste for quite some time.After he had thoroughly satisfied her and basked in her compliments, shesaid, “You know, not only do you have a natural gift for using yourmouth on me, but I’m sure keeping you heated up with no release willonly make you work harder at it. So let’s say we set your first periodof chastity at… a minimum of… two weeks.” He nearly swooned at thewelcome news. Two weeks of being her willing sex slave, of beinginvoluntarily chaste, and of being put into girly fashions, was like atrip to paradise for him. “However,” she went on, “any behavior that Ideem to be wrong… or that just irritates me for no particularreason… will get you extra days in chastity. In fact, that blank lookon your face just cost you two added days. My whims could result in alot of time added to your sentence, Cherry my dear.” He didn’t mind.In fact, his imprisoned cock told him that he loved it, as the trappedorgan strained against its unbreakable confines.Rosanne said, “Now get into the missionary position, Cherry. Let’s playpretend.” As he moved she explained, “We’ll pretend that you’re not inchastity and I’m yearning to have you inside me.” He was between herlegs, propped up on his arms, tipobet güvenilir mi their crotches touching. She reached upand began to toy with his sensitive nipples. He gasped as ripples ofstimulation travelled through his body, making his penis twice asanxious to rise to its full height. Instead, it remained compressed,his balls drawn up tight inside the panties, the corset squeezing hismiddle without mercy. Rosanne said passionately, “Ohhh, baby, I needyou so bad. Put that big thing into me. Shove it in and ride me hard.Do it. NOW!” But all Chuck could accomplish was to stay where he was,pressed against her below the waist, as she returned to teasing him withher talented fingers, making him writhe with unmet need, as she becamemore and more stimulated by his desperation and her control.At last she stopped teasing him. She had her husband lie alongside herand put her hand over his. “That was wonderful,” she said. “I am goingto keep you locked for a long time, Cherry. You are going to model allsorts of sexy outfits for me and then use your mouth as if you were mylesbian lover. Poor baby. You wanted chastity and now you’re gettingit, plenty of it, until you overload and even after that. How do youfeel about that?” Speaking softly, he told her, “It’s what I want. Ifyou feel like you’re going too far, I hope you won’t go back on what youjust said. Being your… feminine lover… in chastity… is preciselywhat I’ve always wanted. I’m only sorry I didn’t tell you before youfound out.” “That’s right,” she said impishly. “You kept your secretsfrom me. Bad girl. Just for that I’m adding two more weeks to yoursentence.” She squeezed his fingers and he returned the gesture.”Thank you,” Chuck said with deep feeling. “You’re welcome,” his wiferesponded. “I love you, baby.” “And I love you more than ever.”******I felt completely helpless. First of all, my penis was inside achastity tube that was lined with short points. I couldn’t get hard butif my body tried to, it would hurt a lot, but without breaking the skin.Over that I was wearing a pair of tight rubber panties that mashed myballs against my crotch. Any time I moved it cost me pain. There werealso rubber stockings, which were attached to the leg holes of thepanties with sturdy garters made of… naturally… rubber. On my feetwere rubber boots that made a double layer where they overlapped thestockings. My wife Anya looked at me with satisfaction. I tried not toappear as frightened as I felt. Hoping for leniency, I said, “Maybe youcould just leave me like this.” She shook her pretty head andresponded, “But Burt, you know you don’t want anyone to see you dressed.And I am expecting company.”I shivered and said quietly, “Yes, dear.” She seemed to be waiting formore so I cautiously added, “Thank you, dear.” She told me, “That’sbetter. Now let’s get you into this lovely new rubber corset.” Mybride made me put my hands over my head and lowered the pre-lacedgarment over me until it was where she wanted it. Then she made me holdit in place while she began tightening the laces. Anya works out and isfairly strong, so she was able to make the corset tighter… andtighter… and tighter. It compressed my waist until I was ready tostart weeping. Then she tied it off securely. Next came gloves thatreached all the way to my armpits. She had to sprinkle powder into themto make them go on. And they were also made of you-know-what. Thematerial was tight enough that I could barely bend my fingers. Now,even if she left me alone, I wouldn’t be able to reach around and untiethe corset. And she wasn’t done. There was also a rubber bra that hadsmall cups filled with foam. It fit snugly and gave the illusion that Ihad breasts. I blushed a little to look down and see my swollen chest.”I’ll add the finishing touches before my guest arrives,” she said,sounding reasonable even though the situation was anything but. Iacquiesced silently. She led me out of the bedroom and into thekitchen. My poor testicles were crushed against each other with everystep. She opened the fridge and eyed its contents critically, checkingmy earlier purchases off verbally. “Beer. The right brand. And twosix packs should be enough for now. I assume there’s more in thegarage.” “Yes, love.” “And wine. White and red.” She closed the doorand went to the counter where bottles were lined up. “Whiskey, vodkaand rum. All brand names. None of that cheap stuff. Good. And mixersto go along with them. I assume there are lemons and limes in theproduce drawer of the fridge?” I nodded. “Okay. And you have a goodrecord for buying snacks so I won’t check those.” She returned herattention to the counter. “Where’s the corkscrew?”I swallowed drily. “I… um… forgot to put it out.” “Well, well,well. Would you prefer twenty hard ones with that sorority paddle Ibought at the collectibles shop, or an added week with your chastityon?” I shrank up inside. She loved to give me two unwanted choices andthen watch me squirm while I agonized over which one to take. Shewasn’t disappointed. I’m always eager to get out of chastity and maybeeven be allowed to cum. But I also can’t stand her paddle spankings andam always anxious to avoid them. So both options were terrible. Shesaid, sounding like she wanted to be helpful, “It’s okay. You can thinkabout it and let me know when I ask again.” What she really meant wasthat I could wriggle like a worm on a hook while I suffered over whichalternative to choose. Then she had me get the corkscrew… out of thebottom drawer. In my restrictive outfit that was no easy task.As I started to obsess over my decision, she began telling me whatchores she wanted done in the next two hours. Most of them were simple,or would have been if I wasn’t dressed in rubber. With my handshampered, and bending over made very uncomfortable by that corset, easyjobs became difficult. I got busy, still agonizing over what my choicewould be. I began sweating from being mostly enclosed in rubber. Sheleft me to my tasks, busying herself for that visitor. My final job wasto scrub the bathroom floor. She always made me use a small plasticbucket intended for a c***d to play with on the beach, and a tiny brushthat was meant for cleaning under the ends of fingernails. The workbecame arduous and I was sweltering in the tight, barely flexiblerubber. When I finally got the entire floor clean she had finishedprimping (and probably had time to relax as well) and returned to let mesee how she looked.Anya was stunningly sexy in a short, electric blue dress that hugged hergenerous curves, as well as showing off her deep cleavage. She had onhigh black heels and she had worked some kind of female magic on herhair, giving it a look that was high fashion and seductive at the sametime. She gazed down at me with a satisfied smile and said, “Now let’sfinish getting YOU ready.” I cringed but got up obediently and put awaymy cleaning supplies. She led me back to the bedroom, her backsidenicely displayed in that dress, which made me aware all over again aboutthe disabled state of my cock. When we got there she had a rubber full-head mask sitting on a mannequin head on her dresser. It was a new oneand I stared at it with uneasy interest, wondering what diabolical’extras’ it might offer. She made me stand there while she went to workon my eyes, using mascara to thicken my lashes, blue shadow to darken myupper lids, and lots of liquid liner to exaggerate the total effect.Then she put the hood on me and zipped it up in the back, making itcling to my features. She let me see myself in the mirror and I wasstruck by how the cut-outs around my eyes created twin frames thatemphasized that portion of my face, as did high-arched eyebrows printedon the rubber. There was also an opening around my mouth, so I wassurprised that she didn’t apply lipstick. The mask extended downwardover my neck. As I had feared, there was an ‘extra’, which was metalbands that formed an invisible collar and forced me to hold my chinunnaturally high. My wife considered attaching a wig to the hood butdecided she liked me better the way I was, appearing somewhat bizarre.She was quite satisfied with the job she had done and was running herhands possessively over my rubber-sheathed form when the we heard thefront door open. She told me, “Go and greet my guest… Dolly.” I didfeel something like a rubber doll, except that I still had the power ofspeech.When I got to the living room my worst fear was realized. As I hadsuspected, her guest was her lover, Brick. He had picked up that nameas a football lineman in college, because he was as immovable as a brickwall. That was easy to believe, considering that he was well over sixfeet tall, broadly built, beefy and strong. I went up to him, hatingthe way I looked, while he smirked at me. It was bad enough to be hisphysical inferior and to have him making me a cuckold, but to have toface him looking like that was emotionally devastating. He sneered atme and said, in his familiar gruff voice, “I guess Anya wants me to usethis now.” He reached into the pocket of his leather coat and pulledout an odd device. With his free hand he gripped my lower face andsqueezed, forcing my mouth wide so he could shoved it between my teeth.Brick twisted something and the metal contraption expanded. It was apear gag and there was no way I could remove it from my mouth with thosegloves on. As my bride came up alongside him he reached into his otherpocket and took out… an oversized pair of plastic lips? Not botheringto be gentle, he fitted them to the protruding end of the gag and madean adjustment, so that they were fixed there, pressed tight against myface.Anya laughed and when I dared to turn enough to view myself in theentryway mirror, I learned that they completely covered the lower cut-out on my mask. Now my face really had the look of a doll’s — a sexdoll’s — with my overdone eyes and those huge, red shiny lips. Brickdemanded a cold beer and I hurried off to get one. When I returned theywere in each other’s arms, kissing ardently. My heart nearly stopped atthe sight, even though I had seen that, and much worse, many timesbefore. As distressing as it was, it also pushed my buttons sexually.In its confinement my cock stirred and tried again to grow erect. Thathurt and I moaned, which is when I learned that the center of those fakelips was open so that, while I couldn’t speak, I could make sounds.Brick said, “What’s the matter, Dolly? Are you afraid I didn’t kissyour wife long enough? Or hard enough? She DOES like it long andhard.” He guffawed at his crude joke and I made another sad noise,which inspired my wife to say, “I like him this way, so he can’t botherus with words, but we can still hear how miserable we’re making him.”Imagine how totally emasculated I felt as they began steamy foreplay,their hands wandering freely over each other’s bodies. I whimpered,mewled and groaned, unable to keep myself from vocalizing. The two ofthem were turned on by my audible suffering and ground their pelvisestogether, then started undressing each other. Pain stabbed my balls.It had been so long since I was allowed to cum. Brick leered at me overmy wife’s bare shoulder and said, “I don’t know which one of you lookshotter.” She bit him playfully on the neck and massaged his crotch. Hegave her a lingering kiss, wet and slurping. Inside my feminine rubbersecond-skin, I shivered, even thought I was broiling. They were almostnaked and he picked her up in his powerful arms, effortlessly tipobet giriş carriedher to the bedroom, and laid her on her back in the center of the bed.Brick looked at me and said, “Hey, weakling, take off your wife’sshoes.” I meekly got onto my knees at the foot of the bed, the corsetcutting into my middle, my balls throbbing with fresh pain, andstruggled to remove her heels with my glove-restricted fingers. When Ifinally accomplished the task I stayed there, hugging the shoes to myfalse breasts, making more pathetic sounds, while he mounted her andthey had a protracted session of hard screwing, my wife squirminghappily beneath him while he hammered away.She couldn’t stop telling him how good he was and what a poor excuse fora man I was. “Dolly is never going to feel the inside of my pussy withher dick again. My husband was always a dud in bed. No spirit orimagination, and he always finished too soon.” “Yeah,” Brick told her,not even winded by his exertions, “but you’ve turned him into an expertpussy eater. And that’s what he’ll be doing after I shoot my load intoyou. My thick, hot, salty spunk.” Those words drove her over the edge.She was so excited by the thought of that added disgrace being inflictedon me that she had a quaking orgasm. With his usual effortless control,Brick waited until she was halfway through it before he let himselfspurt. Knowing he was finishing gave her an extra jolt of excitementand she began a second climax before the first was over. They rose toheights she could never have dreamed of with me and I couldn’t helpfeeling inadequate. They slowly came down and lay there, him on top,supporting himself with his muscular arms, his biceps bulging. I sighedin defeat. They sighed with contentment.Eventually he rolled off her and they lay side-by-side, stillintoxicated from such great sex. At last he got up and grabbed me bythe back of the neck, saying, “Come on, sissy Dolly. Time to clean upthat big sticky mess I left inside your wife.” He pulled out the fakelips, released the lock on the gag, and tugged it from my gaping mouth.I gasped. He propelled me onto the bed and toward my bride’s waiting,well used womanhood. I came to a halt immediately in front of it, tooka breath, and pressed my mouth against her labia, tasting his potentsperm and immediately beginning to lap up and swallow it, sickened buttoo cowed to object. He got back onto the bed and gave her a deep kiss,his hand cupping the front of her full breast. She purred happily andher hips twitched. Despite the double climax he had given her, she wasresponding eagerly to my efforts. My wife had learned to be greedy andselfish, to demand added pleasure from my submissive service. While Ilapped and swallowed, with Brick running his tongue over hers, shemounted toward one more finale. It took a while but when it came herhips bucked against my lower face while I continued pleasing her, makingsure she received the maximum fulfillment. At last she was done and Igently licked her through a long afterglow. Then Brick crammed the gagback into place and reattached those awful lips.How long will my wife — and her lover — keep me in chastity. I thinkthis is going to be a permanent state for me. She loves to tantalizeme, toying with my tender nipples and blowing in my ears, driving me todistraction with the always unfulfilled hope of relief. There have beenoccasional releases from chastity in the past. Sometimes they includeher stroking me with her hand but I believe I won’t be even that luckyfrom now on. The last two times she only allowed me to stroke myself,making me do it in slow motion so that, in both instances, I was able tocum but they were spoiled orgasms, relieving the worst of the pressurewithout providing full enjoyment. I remain frustrated. In fact, moreand more I find my thoughts about sex transitioning from the desire topenetrate my wife, to the urge to taste her, to give her orgasms with mymouth. Even thinking about how they mistreat and control me isbeginning to arouse me. I’m afraid that another few months of thislifestyle will change me into what they’ve probably wanted all along, abed slave who is totally submissive and even craves being used. But Iimagine that even that won’t be enough. I believe that they will justkeep driving me to new depths of surrender and degradation, feminizingme and altering my behavior, until my self-image as a man is ascompletely ruined as the sex life that I once knew.******I was standing there in the hallway, naked, when my girlfriend Tess cameup to me, fully clothed, and pressed herself against me, pinning me tothe wall. My mouth opened and closed but no words came. Her bodyundulated and she said, “What’s the matter, Bobby? Is something thematter?” I took a deep breath and managed to say, “You know what’s…affecting me.” She chuckled throatily and said, “I sure do. After all,it was me who got you to accept being in that heavy-duty chastity tube.And it was me who got you wearing panties. Speaking of which, where arethose sweet apricot-colored panties I selected for you this morning? Iwas even nice enough to spray them with some cheap, obvious perfume Ibought for you… at the dollar store.”When I at last found my voice I told her, “I was just going into thebedroom to put them on, dear. I had to get my shower.” She sniffed meand said, “You smell nice and clean but, really, I want to smell thatflowery junk I bought for you. And you owe me a dollar.” Tess rolledherself side-to-side to maximize the contact between us. I wasbreathing hard because she had gotten me so stimulated, with very littleexpectation of any release. My girlfriend might not be attractive tosome guys. She’s kind of heavy. Well, actually, she’s fat. Tess has apear-shaped figure with nice round boobs, very wide hips, a huge bottom,and full thighs. To me she looks like a goddess. I like her shortblond hair and the wire-rim glasses she wears. While she was pressingagainst me she had on sweats and running shoes, kind of ironic forsomeone who abhors exercise.Her plump hand went down and gripped the chastity device that had heldmy penis prisoner for the last ten days. I moaned with need as shetwisted it playfully, not enough to hurt me. “Poor sweetie,” she saidwith fake sympathy. “Your balls must be getting awfully sore. Arethey?” I admitted that they had been bothering me. That I had woken upin the middle of the night because of the discomfort. She looked me inthe eyes and said, “Then I had better not do THIS.” Tess licked mycheek like a cat. “Or THIS.” She bent forward and lapped at my leftnipple and then the right one. I writhed from her love-play but didnothing to try to stop her. When we had started dating seriously shedropped the C bomb on me, the ultimatum that we could stay together…if I agreed to be put into chastity. Tess is good at reading people andread me like I was a huge billboard, unable to be missed. She plainlysaw how shy I was, how smitten by her, and deduced without even tryingthat I would do anything she wanted.Three days after the chastity went on she gave me my first pair ofpanties. Which I also had to pay her back for. She was endlesslyamused by making me finance my own submission. As soon as I was in themshe began a long session of teasing, her hands all over my bare body,driving me to ecstasy but without reaching the final heights. It got sodesperate that I blurted out that I was a virgin. She came to acomplete stop, I thought because she was taking pity and wanted to giveme a break. But it was the opposite. She told me, “I can’t believe it.You’re my own little virgin. And I can keep you that way. For as longas I please.” Then she had resumed toying with my libido. That wasalso the evening that she introduced me to having my mouth on her pussy.I had almost no dating history and had never even thought about doingthat for a girl. But Tess insisted and, as I said, she knew that I hadno limits when it came to her. So, with her directing me, I was soonadept at eating her to orgasms.But now, as she kept me pinned to the wall, she said, “I’ve beenthinking. When you put that tube on yourself…” She loved remindingme that I had done it voluntarily. “… when you did that, we talkedabout making it for two weeks. Which would mean that you only have fourdays left to go. Of course, when I let you out… if I let you out…it would have to be entirely on my terms.” I said weakly, “Of course,Tess.” I might not let you cum at all. Or maybe I’d just give you ahand job. That way you’d still be a virgin. Right?” I nodded. “Ormaybe I’d make you play with yourself. While I sat around and atecandy. Or popcorn. Like I was at the movies.” She was so warm, herbody pressed to mine that way, so soft. “But how about if we went pastthe two week mark? Hmmm? How about if I just keep teasing you, makeyou stay in panties, naturally, and perhaps add to your sissy wardrobe.We could go on a fun shopping trip and get you lots of pretty things towear. How about all that and as a reward…” She looked thoughtful.”If you’re really well behaved I would let you not only eat my pussybut…” She paused and I was honestly so naïve that I thought she wasgoing to offer me full access to her body, but instead she concludedwith… “you could also use your mouth on my ass.”I made a disappointed sound but my penis was trying to get hard insideits cage, I was so excited. Tess let her lips brush against mine. Shewas so affectionate. My girlfriend said, “You know I love you, Bobby.”I said, utterly under her spell, “I know. I love you, too.” “Buthere’s the thing. We need to be absolutely honest with each other. Andwith ourselves. So I want you to think about it before you answer.Bobby…” She waited portentously before finishing, “… how about if Ikeep you in chastity indefinitely. Because maybe that’s exactly whatyou want.” My mind froze. I hadn’t considered that I might honestlywant to be kept chaste, to be denied sex while I provided her with allthe climaxes she desired, that I might even want to prolong myvirginity… indefinitely. But all at once I knew the truth. I didwant that. And I told her so.Tess smiled and kissed me lightly on the forehead. She stepped back atlast and said, “Just for being so honest, I’m going to give yousomething special to wear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” I followed her,stunned by what I had just admitted to myself and to her. That’s when Igot my next shock, when she handed me panties with a silly cottontail onthem. “Put them on, Bobby Bunny,” she ordered. I stepped into thefoolish garment, thinking about how I had almost no body hair, and howthat probably added to my appeal to Tess. Next she gave me a whitevest, trimmed in pink faux fur, to add to the rabbit look. Then therewere slippers in the same fuzzy material and, to complete the costume,bunny ears on a plastic headband. She stepped back and said, “You lookadorable. Now undress me and we can move ahead with your devotion to mybody and my pleasure. Just think, while you’re sliding your tongue allover my pussy lips, you’ll get to have your hands on my hips, and maybesneak them down to my bottom. I bet that’ll be a thrill for you. Atleast I hope it will, Bobby Bunny, because from now on that’s going tobe your sex life, my cute virgin.”I knew she was right, and that my devotion to her pretty face and zaftigfigure would only increase. I was hooked, in panties, in chastity,willing to wear any sissy outfit she decided on, and ready to foregoentering full manhood by endlessly postponing the loss of my virginity.All for Tess. My Queen. I said again, “I love you.” After that mymouth was otherwise occupied. She answered, “I love you too, prettyBunny.” And then she was too busy gasping and purring to speak. And Idid get to touch her hips. And bottom. And even her well-paddedthighs. Life was good.

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