The Couple

The introduction

I met Dave in a trans/ sissy chatroom. He said he would love to get together for a Lesbian sissy encounter. Meeting at a hotel and dressing up like ladies together. Maybe going down for a drink in drag. That would be crazy, wouldn't it? Then, of course, if it works out, get even closer together and have gay sissy sex all night.

I've had several gay encounters. All of them were very casual. But, I've only been in panties and a bra for one other guy. It's always been my fetish. My hobby. My obsession! Now, have I found another guy who is into it as much as I am? I like it!

Dave tells me after we chat for a while his wife will be joining us. As a matter of fact, we can meet at their home and have our fun there. I was a little disappointed, looking forward to the hotel scenario. But he made his wife sound pretty naughty. I've been with women before. Earlier in my life. I've eaten some pussy. I liked that ok. And tits are fun!

But Dave says she dominates him, treating him like her own private fuck toy bitch, and I'll be the same. How does a guy get to that point? Did he know it when they got married? Or did it evolve as time passed? He said she had a reputation for being a kinky Dominatrix but he didn't know it until after they had been married for a while. She has invited a few of her old gay sissy sub slut to the house. Dave says he just does whatever she tells him. And she tells him to do very nasty stuff with them, and with her.

Now Dave is a submissive sex toy for her. She has a really good job in Seattle, and she takes care of all the money. He has a bullshit part-time job so he can take care of the house and shopping, cook the meals and be available for her whenever she demands it. He says it just happened. One night she asked him to put on a diaper and a training bra. She used some pink leather cuffs and a collar to bind him to the bed, then she showed him a dildo meant for fucking his cherry butt hole. With a pacifier buckled in his mouth, she took his virginity. After that, he was the house bitch. 

He says he liked our chats and he thinks we would have fun together. He thinks she would approve too. We emailed for a while until she stepped in. I was to explain myself to her now. I told her I was a closet crossdresser with a few gay experiences. She liked that I had eaten pussy before. She says her worthless husband and most of the other guys don't know how to do it properly. No matter what instructions she gives them, or how hard she spanks them. 

After that, the conversations all revolved around her. She sent me pics of her in black leather lingerie and knee-high leather boots. In all the photos she is holding a riding crop or some other kind of whip. She is pretty hot. Tall and sexy with long black hair. And nice tits. 

My sexual experiences have always sort of been... not always my choice. Not that I've ever been raped or anything. It's always been consensual. But I've always responded to being coerced or pushed a little. I'm always thinking and saying "I'm not sure about this." But I do it anyway. I like the feeling of being taken, tricked, seduced, kidnapped, pulled off somewhere to do naughty things for rough, dominant men. Now for a woman too? Dave will be there. Maybe?

The Wife

We met in a bar. She was dressed like a boring housewife. A cute little flowered dress and nylons. But he was in a power suit looking like the man! After an appetizer and a few IPA's, I followed them into a nice residential area and their home. Once there she sent Dave into the house. 

"Go get that stupid fucking suit off and pour us a drink. I'm going to get a little more acquainted with our guest here."

Still standing in the garage she began to unbutton her blouse. "So you've fucked some women in your day, have you?"

"Ahhhh... yes. Back when I was married. It's been 10 years or so." I said shyly.

"And you like to dress like a sissy faggot? Is that right? And you've sucked a few cocks as well?" She asked sternly. Her blouse was completely open now. Under it was a black and red leather corset with straps and buckles all around it. It looked like some sort of bondage outfit. It was sexy. 

"I found I like the ladies' underwear, yes. It's a little embarrassing. But I like it. And I have sucked a few cocks, Ma'am. I told Dave I've been moving more and more in that direction the past few years."

"Well, you don't worry about Dave anymore. OK? You better worry more about me."

The dress fell to the garage floor. Her corset was a full-length leather bodysuit. Complete with garters holding up her suntan thigh-high stockings. Straps went around her waist and over her shoulders. Her tits were wrapped in straps and buckles. It was a pretty awesome suit!

'Let's get a few ground rules set right now. Ok?' 

I nodded. She rummaged through a box on the workbench bringing out a pair of police handcuffs. She dangled them in front of me, smiling. 

"Turn around, sweetie."

Moment of truth? Or dare?

Well, I was here. I was here by my own decision. I wanted this. I shouldn't be a pussy and chicken out now, should I? Maybe I should. But I didn't.

When Dave came out with our drinks, she had me pushed back against the car with her leg up over my shoulder. I was on my knees with her pussy shoved in my face. The crotch of her bodysuit had a big panel open exposing her puss and her ass. I'd been licking and eating her ass hole and her pussy for half an hour. She climbed off of me, and with a smile on her face she said:

"Dave, you did well with this one. Finally, a man who knows how to eat pussy correctly. Not like you. Not like any of those faggot friends of yours before. This one will be a good fuck toy for me. You've finally done something right. Now get in the basement, you worthless fuck,  and wait for us."

It was embarrassing listening to her talk to him like that. But I wasn't thinking about him, really. 

I was afraid I'd be next.

The Gay.

With me still in the handcuffs, she pulled me through the house and down a stairwell where Dave was waiting, looking very nervous and submissive. He was in a lot of white lace lingerie. Lace gloves and a lace choker collar. He was wabbling in 6 inch high white pumps. He looked kind of stupid, actually. His hands were in front of him, with his eyes looking down at the floor. The wife pushed me into the center of the room. The handcuffs were removed. "Get him ready, you fuck"

The door closed and locked behind us. I was in a brightly lit bedroom with several closets, dressers, and cabinets full of pretty clothes and scary BDSM gear. The bed in the middle of the room was an extra-large rough-looking design with heavy wood beams rising up to an overhead canopy with chains and straps and more handcuffs hanging down from it. 

"You better get dressed."

His tone alone scared the shit out of me. He knew what was coming. And I didn't know if I wanted to. There was a neatly folded pile of frilly pink clothes, spike heels, a blindfold, ballgag, and pink leather handcuffs on the corner of the bed waiting for me.

Dave was to help me undress and put on the clothes properly. Or that was what he said. His hands were warm against my smooth skin as he positioned the strap of the bra and garter belt. He turned me toward a mirror on the wall. There were two girls standing in the bright lamplight. I was a suddenly sexy girl in a red teddy, lace training bra, wide lace red garter belt, and red thigh-high seam back stockings. The pink handcuffs and the ballgag hanging under my chin made me look like a willing sex slave all ready to be fucked like whore. I looked pretty good. And now I realized, so did he. This was more like it!

While we were looking at ourselves in the mirror, Dave began caressing me. His hands were rubbing my panty-covered butt and crotch. His kisses felt nice on my neck. We were hugging and nuzzling each other. I was getting hard. So was he. I felt like a sissy lesbian in a secret encounter. It was great!

Next thing I know I've got Dave's tongue rolling around in my mouth. I've kissed a guy before, but this was different. "Is this what it feels like if I was in love", I wondered to myself. Dave's hands were running up and down my back, pausing at every sexy bra strap, panty line, and curve of my body. Our cocks were rubbing against each other, still wrapped in the pretty panties we were wearing. I was liking this a lot.

Then, of course, we were interrupted. Her voice comes from the next room. A stern and clear message.

"David! Get down on your fucking knees and get to work on that thing, you stupid fuck! This isn't your fucking prom night you know?"

Dave jumps and immediately drops to his knees. He whispers to me as he slides down. "She has a shitload of cameras all over in here. Just do what she tells you."

I thought about that, but not for very long. His mouth locked around my cock and he began sucking like a pro. He was sucking as if his life depended on it. The door slowly opened. The lights turned down a little. She quietly stepped in close to me. Her hand rubbed the back of my neck. She kissed my cheek. As Dave is blowing me, he is making loud sucking noises. She whispers to me: "Do you like that?"

I nod.  "Good. I won't let him stop. Even after you blow in his pathetic face. He is going to suck you until I tell him he can stop."

She pushed us back to where I am sitting on the bed with him on all fours. While his head is bobbing up and down in my lap, she steps behind him, showing me the 9-inch black dildo she had strapped on in front of her. "He hates this thing. But I brought it out special, just for you."

It turns out the rule is, if he stops sucking my cock, she will beat him with a huge discipline spanking paddle until his ass is red and bloody. So he never wavered. He took the ass fucking. Even though It was clear, it was all he could do to control his screams and cries for her to stop. She did give him a chance to catch his breath. She pulled his head back by his hair. Then thrust in as hard and deep as she could. Wham!

"Oh My Fucking God! Cheryl! FUCK!"

Then his head was shoved back down. Taking my cock back into his wet, drooling, crying mouth.