Confession of a Sissy-hubby

Discussion in 'Interracial Cuckold & Sex Stories' started by Dsoul, Dec 10, 2012.

  1. Dsoul

    Dsoul Well-Known Member Real Person Gold Member

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    Master Paul had ordered breakfast in bed for him and my wife. After serving them and removing their trays, I set about doing my house work while they enjoyed each other. My day was busy having Master's laundry to wash, press and fold. Making sure his shoes were polished and his car spotless inside and out.

    I scrubbed floors and vacuumed and when it was lunch time I heard the bell ring so I quickly responded after making sure my maid's uniform was as neat as possible after working. I took a breath and knocked. When I was given permission to enter their bed room I dipped a curtsey and said, "You rang, Master?"

    "Yes Sissie, I did. Your wife and I would like some light lunch before we get back to love making".

    "Yes master, right away Master."

    Providing another curtsey I left and began to prepare a light lunch for the two of them. As soon as I had it prepared I returned to their room and knocked. I could hear love making noises and there was no response so I stood there patiently waiting. After nearly five minutes I heard my wife climaxing and then it went quiet.

    Shortly after I heard, "You may enter now, pansy."

    Master always refers to me in some manner as to highlight my position as an inferior and servant to him and my wife. As I entered I saw him rolling off of her and could see that they had been busy having sex since I left to prepare their lunch.

    "I have your lunch, Master."

    “Yes Sissie, I see that. It looks good. Set it there on the table and clean your wife for me before you leave."

    "Yes Master", I replied as I did as told.

    As I licked and sucked her clean she talked to Master about how wonderful it had felt and how glad she was that he had the time to spend the day in bed. After a few minutes of licking and sucking she became aroused and pulled my head into her as she climaxed on my face.


    Master asked my wife, "which serves you better his tongue or his little toy dick?"

    "Ohh, his tongue. But only after you have cum in me, I love the idea of him licking your cum out of me, it makes me so hot for you. Ok Sissie, I think it's time for you to get back to your house work and don't prepare dinner for us. Master Paul is taking me out tonight. Oh, and you will be driving of course".

    "Yes Ma'am, " and I executed a curtsey and quickly left the room.

    As I left the room I heard Master Paul say, "Are his hips swinging more than before?"

    "Yes", my wife replied, "I have been making him practice hip sway so his skirts would swing more as he walked. I think it's so much fun turning him into a girl more and more all the time."

    I paused outside the door to see what else they would say about me.

    "Well he certainly does not qualify as a man so he might as well learn to be a proper girl."

    "No, he sure doesn't and I am so glad you came along to show me what a real man was like. Sex with you is real sex and being with a real man like you makes me feel like a real woman. No he belongs in panties, bras and makeup that's for sure and he does make a good maid if I do say so myself."

    "He does seem to accept his role as a sissy maid cuckold amazingly well."

    I left before I got into trouble and continued about my housework. I scrubbed toilets and did more laundry. I cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes away. As I did all of this I thought about my wife's words pertaining to my driving.

    I had driven them many times and they often had sex in the back seat while I drove. Occasionally I would be requested to drive the bumpiest road I could find. Some times when I drove I was permitted to wear male outerwear and other times I was to wear a sissy chauffeur uniform and I wondered which would be the case this time.

    Around five o’ clock I was again summoned by the bell. When I was permitted entry Master Paul was dressed and passed by me as I curtseyed. Madam told me to run her bath which I did right away. After bathing her she told me to pick out her things and to be sure they were the kind of things that Master Paul liked. I did as she ordered and helped her dress. She likes me to see what she is wearing for him. When she goes out with him she will not wear panties as she likes to tell me how he has wandering hands and does not like it if anything is in the way.

    Once she was dressed she looked me over and told me to put on my sissy chauffeur uniform. It consists of an all white ensemble. The only color other than white is the pink thread I used to sew "sissy chauffeur panties" on the back side of my panties. The skirt is a flared pleated skirt that comes to just above my knees. I have two jackets to wear with it, one for summer and one for winter which is lined. There is also a pair of white gloves to round it out and I wear 4-inch open-toed strappy heels over my taupe colored nylons. The only addition that no self-respecting lady would wear are the petticoats I am required to wear under my skirt to cause it to flare out even more. Madam says it helps to remind me and others that I am not a real woman but rather a sissy trying to look like one.
    I quickly changed out of my maid's uniform and got into my sissy chauffeur’s uniform and presented myself to Master and Madam. Master smiled and asked me to lift my skirt and petticoats and turn and bend over. He patted my bottom and then said, "Here turn this on and put it in". I turned to see him handing me a Black vibrating butt plug. I knew better than to resist so did as I was told lubricating it by sucking on it first. Madam and Master smiled a knowing look at me making me feel even more sissified as I followed Master's orders.

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  2. Bristolangela

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  3. Dsoul

    Dsoul Well-Known Member Real Person Gold Member

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    Life of a sissy-boi.

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  4. Dsoul

    Dsoul Well-Known Member Real Person Gold Member

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    "Dear Black Master Shango,

    This letter is a confession I humbly am making to you. I hope that I can properly convey my sense of vulnerability and shame. It is with my head held low that I expose to you a fiercely secret need that you probably already suspect. I’ve been reading your SHANGOReturns! blog and your stories here on Medium with intense interest for the last couple of months and feel that I can resist writing to you no longer. You’ve gotten so deep inside my head that it’s almost as if you compel me to type these words from across cyberspace.

    You would probably consider me a privileged North American white boy. I have a good career, stable home life, a house, and have never had to worry much about where my next meal is coming from. I live a life that would be the envy of 99% of the world’s population. But as far back as I can remember, I’ve had a powerful craving to surrender control to a strong, dominant man. I cannot tell you from where these needs arose or why they’ve grown more intense with age, but your writings have opened up a window into my soul and exposed my dark desires to sunlight as they never have before.

    I am a divorced man and am ashamed to admit that my wife deserted me for another man. Ashamed not so much because it happened, as I’m ashamed to admit that there is for me some sexual thrill in knowing that while she wore my wedding ring she was also someone else’s lover. There is no greater humiliation for a man than to learn that his loving partner has been seduced into someone else’s bed. And for me to be aroused by this fact makes me deeply uncomfortable. But as much as it makes me uncomfortable, it makes me happy inside. That might sound crazy to some people, but you’re not one of them, sir. No, you’re not.

    Since divorcing, I have fantasized often about what my ex-wife and her lover’s trysts were like. The sexual energy of cheating must have been very powerful, in that they knew that they were doing something forbidden. But for him, it must have been especially so, as he was not only enjoying her pussy, he was taking it from another man. How sweet such victory must have been for him. How powerful and dominant he must have felt with the knowledge that he had stolen something he had no right to. And as I think of the pleasure he must have enjoyed from my humiliation, my dick stiffens. It seems perverse, I know, and yet I’m helpless to resist."

    - https://medium.com/@shangoreturns/a-letter-to-master-shango-32-62c374f71a61

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