James’ Decent into Cuckoldry 4

James’ Decent into Cuckoldry 4 (MFF, Authoritarian, Anal, Cum Eating, Forced Feminization, Humiliation, Cuckold)

Summary – James and Karen find another friend to play with.

Previous Story Summary – Jamie’s submissive training continues. Karen invites a friend over to play.

Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be of legal age to read this adult story. It is OK to have fantasies but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don’t be a dick with other people’s lives!

James woke up on the couch. As his dream fog lifted, he discovered someone had put a blanket over him. He lay still for a while and contemplated last night’s events. Damn, his ass was sore!

He remembered his humiliation by Karen’s lesbian friend Becky. She has seen the pictures of him dressed as a slutty girl; watched him eat his own cum; and pounded his ass with the ten inch dildo until he spurted his cum upon the bed. Still, he had to admit had a good time, and grinned as he fondly remembered Becky cumming on his tongue. He showed the bitch! He sat up, rubbed his eyes and walked gingerly into the kitchen to make some coffee.

As the coffee brewed, he cleaned up the mess from the night before. He didn’t remember eating, but after the pounding his ass received, he had drunk quite a bit of wine. He found two empty bottles and realized Karen and Becky must have had a late night together. He checked the driveway and Becky’s car was gone. He didn’t remember her leaving.

James went to the toilet, dropped his panties, sat down and peed. As he tinkled, he looked at the clock and realized how very early it was. He knew that Karen would probably sleep late. After drinking a cup of coffee, James took a shower. He shaved off the sparse hair from his armpits, legs and crotch until he was smooth and lady-like, like Karen told him. After drying his slim body, he liberally rubbed more of the special cream on his sore ass, cock, balls and tender nipples. It was such a nice feeling applying the slippery lotion on his now hairless cock and balls. He added some more to his sore ass and up and down his ass-crack, enjoying the tingling and slickness. He would have to remind Karen to get more of the cream; this one was almost used up! He had used two full tubes already! As he rubbed his nipples, he thought they were even puffier than before. No more nipple clamps for him! Unless Karen told him to, of course.

He quietly went into the bedroom to get a fresh pair of panties. He didn’t mind that his wife had thrown out his regular underwear now. Panties felt so much nicer on his body than his scratchy old boxers. As he bent over to put on a fresh, bright yellow pair, he heard his wife stirring.

“Good morning, sexy,” Karen said from the bed. She stretched and yawned, her full naked breasts appearing from under the covers.

“Good morning, Kar…,” he began. “I mean, good morning, Mistress.” She was beautiful, even just waking up! He was so lucky to have her.

“Good morning, faggot,” Karen smiled, please that Jamie had remembered to call her ‘Mistress.’ “Fetch me some coffee and pain relievers. I have such a fucking headache!”

“Yes Mistress.” James quickly left to bring her coffee and medicine. “Here you are, Mistress,” he said when he returned.

Karen gulped the pills and slurped her hot coffee. “Aaaahhh!” she sighed. “You know, I’m proud of you, you really acted like a flaming faggot in front of my friend last night. Taking a load in your face, eating your cum and shooting your sissy-spurts all over the bed while she fucked you!”

“Yes, Mistress,” James smiled. Embarrassed, but still he was a proud of himself.

“I’ll have breakfast in bed today, faggot,” she told James, “Have you eaten yet?”

“No Mistress, I was waiting for you.”

“Good girl!” Karen praised. “Go get our breakfast, but fix my pillows first.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Karen snuggled up against the headboard and sunk into the pillows, drinking her coffee and smiling.

James returned with a tray of food and fresh coffee for his wife. He set it down in front of her on the bed. She began to eat. James reached for his plate of pancakes, but Karen stopped him.

“Are you forgetting something?” she asked.

He looked down. He had brought silverware, coffee, butter, syrup. He had everything they needed.

“Mistress?” he asked quizzically.

“Your cummies, silly!” Karen said. “You know how much you love pancakes with fresh cummies on them!”

“Sorry, I forgot, Karen.” James pulled down his panties, expecting his wife to suck his tiny cock like she did last time.

“What did you call me?” Karen asked, frowning.

“Sorry, Mistress!” James quickly corrected himself.

“You will have to do it by yourself, faggot. I’m too tired this morning.” She took another big bite of food. Jamie’s stomach began to rumble. “No breakfast until you make your cummies!” she ordered.

Jamie began wanking his small pecker as his wife watched, bemused.

“Thank you for leaving Becky and me alone last night, so we could, uh, reconnect with each other,” Karen said. She certainly had re-connected her mouth to Becky’s hot twat! “I covered you up last night; you were passed out on the couch.”

“Thank you, uhgg, Mistress,” Jamie grunted jacking his cock. He couldn’t get it hard! It wiggled about on his fingers.

“Becky had a good time she told me. Thanks for being such a good ass-slut while she fucked you. It was good for her to get her anger issues sorted out. She said that while she was fucking you, it felt like she was fucking the shit out of that ass-hole that raped her back in high school.

“Hurry up and cum, faggot,” Karen said to him, as he stroked his pathetic limp clitty. She held up her breasts to him. “Does this help?” she asked.

Jamie’s cock lurched.

“Becky sucked them last night. It felt so good! I ate her little pussy too, just like I did back in college. It was so much fun!” She watched Jamie’s cock getting hard.

“You were such a faggot-slut for us last night! Eating your cum load and taking that big, fat cock in your ass-pussy!” she continued, trying to encourage him.

“It was such a turn on for me to watch shoot your sperm while you were getting your sissy-ass pounded. You must really, really, like a big, fat cock in your ass! It made you cum without anyone touching your tiny little faggot dick!” Karen smiled as she reinforced his training and encouraged his willing acceptance of humiliation. She smirked at the pathetic pulling on his tiny worthless dick, working so hard to make his cummies for her, just so he could eat it!

James relived the thrilling experiences of the night before. He little cock was hard and slick. He yanked himself furiously with a single finger and his thumb. He felt the tingling in is small balls. He moved over his plate. Karen watched him, bemused, as he stroked.

“Unnhh!” he grunted. A wad of cum shot out from his cock and splattered on his pancake. “Unnhhh!” Another blast landed on the melted butter pooled on top of his cake. “Unnhhh!” another, final load spurted on his food and the rest oozed and dribbled on the plate. James squeezed out the last of his cum from his piss-slit. He shook his slimy cock, wiped it on his pancake and licked his slimy fingers.

“Good girl!” Karen praised. “Now, eat up your cummies and then clean the dirty dishes like a good little faggot for Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress,” James replied, enjoying his spermy breakfast while his Mistress watched happily.

“It’s good, isn’t it faggot?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress.”

“You love cum, don’t you faggot?”

“Yes Mistress, I wish I had a bit more!” He licked his plate clean.

“We’ll see, faggot,” she said, “We’ll see.”

Later that morning, Karen announced she was having lunch with Becky, before her friend left town.

“What are you going to do today, Jamie?” she asked. “Besides your chores?”

“Well, I think I’ll get a haircut and maybe wash my car, Mistress,” he said.

“No, I forbid it!” Karen said sternly.

‘Why would she not want my car washed,’ James thought, very puzzled.

“I want your hair much longer, Jamie!” Karen said. She messed-up his growing hair with her fingers.

“But long hair makes me look like a girl, Mistress!” he whined. He remembered his school days with a quiet shudder.

“Exactly!” Karen said. “I love how you make yourself all girly for me! It really turns me on!” She said. “Just think, soon, we can put away that old wig. You will look fabulous!”

“Well, OK, I guess,” he said, thinking he could put his hair into a pony-tail when he went to work. He would look ‘hip’ and ‘modern’ he thought and quickly added, “Mistress.”

“I can’t wait to see your long hair swaying when you’re getting fucked, or grab on to it while you eat my cum-filled pussy!” Karen said enthusiastically.

“Uh, yeah,” James said, “It will be great!” He noticed Karen had said ‘when he was getting fucked,’ not ‘when I’m fucking you.’ She must have been thinking about Becky again. Yeah, that must be it. “Mistress,” he added quickly.

James spent the rest of the morning cleaning and washing his car. He loved how the silken panties felt on his ass and tiny cock, as he stretched and scrubbed his dirty car. He wondered what the neighbors would think if they knew he was wearing beneath his tight shorts – panties with a huge butt-plug up his ass! He felt very sexy and daring venturing outdoors like this! He smiled while wiggling his butt; only him and Mistress Karen knew what was hidden under his clothes.

Karen came home from visiting her friend and told Jamie she had a surprise for him. Her hair was a bit messed up, but she blamed it on the wind.

“I talked to Becky over lunch and she knows a girl who would love to meet us!” Karen told him.

“Well, I don’t know…,” James said, “Becky was a little rough with me, Mistress,” he subconsciously began rubbing his ass.

“Oh, no!” Karen said, “Nothing like that! Sheila loves men!” she promised. “Come on, it will be fun! Becky told me she loves anal-sex and is a real good cock-sucker!”

“Gee! OK! Great!” James said. “Mistress.” He was learning not to question Mistress.

“Fantastic! I already made a date for Friday night. That will give your ass time to heal before she comes over!”

“What?” James said, “My ass, Mistress?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Fag!” She added. “You should give yourself an enema Friday night too, just in case!”

James wasn’t sure he knew exactly what his wife meant, but he knew she was always right.

Karen and James had sex every night that week.