Sue sat at her kitchen table chatting with her friend Debbie while at the sink her husband, Paul, worked to clean the dishes from dinner.
Sue and Debbie laughed and talked about how nice it was to be relieved of the burden of housework now that Paul had lost his job and was free to take care of the household chores.
The two women sipped coffee and discussed the freedom this allowed Sue to go out at night with friends and enjoy herself.
Money had never been a problem for Sue as her parents had been quite wealthy and had left her a small fortune. The money was of course in her name alone and was not something Paul was allowed to enjoy.
Thus he had spent many years toiling away at a janitorial job Sue had procured for him so as to keep him busy and out of her hair. For Sue, Paul was just an annoyance that she used to keep her parents happy. You see the only way she could inherit the money was if she was married.
So, several years ago she had snared the weak willed Paul and married him in order to appease her parents. Paul of course knew nothing of this until it was far too late and he had spent too many years under Sue’s boot to complain.
Sue was a stern and demanding wife who had broken any will and self-esteem Paul had over the years and now treated the poor man like nothing more than a servant.
Debbie knew of the arrangement and laughed along with her friend when the weak willed husband was verbally abused.
Sue loved the way it entertained her friend so she spent as much time as possible in her presence demeaning her hubby and humiliating him with words and actions no man should ever be forced to endure.
Today being no different than any other day, Sue was extolling Debbie with the story of how Paul had lost his menial job as a janitor.
“Oh the wimp got caught jerking his little peepee in the men’s room. I of course told him exactly what I expected of him and the loser complied eagerly the way he always does”, Sue explained. “I told him I wanted him to go into one of the stalls, the one that’s closest to the urinals and peak out from the crack between the door and frame.
I wanted him to jerk his pecker while looking at the other men’s cocks until someone caught him. And it was the boss that finally did catch the little pervert”, she said.
Debbie laughed out loud while Paul hung his head and turned a bright shade of red but continued his dish duty without slowing. Debbie asked, “What happened then?” to which Sue replied, “Oh there was quite a stir, you see this was the second time I’d made him do that and he’d already been warned.
The boss yelled at him and called him a pervert in front of the whole office staff. He fired him on the spot”. “That’s hysterical”, Debbie said then continued with, “But why did you want him to lose his job?”
“I just want him to spend more time here working around the house. You see even though he was just a janitor and spent his time at work scrubbing floors and toilets I was afraid he might start getting ideas that he was actually a real man and not my little sissy slut.
I want him dressed full time now so he never tries to look like a man again”. Debbie and Sue both looked over at Paul at this last statement to appraise the way the sissy boy was dressed.
Paul was wearing 6” pink heels, pink thigh high stockings, a too short pink skirt that showed off his pink pantied bottom, a pink bra covered by a pink half shirt with the word SLUT written in bold red lettering on the front. His shoulder length hair was done in pig tails and his face had been made up to look like a teenage girl who was trying too hard to be grown up.
His pink skinned, slender body was completely hairless from the eyebrows down and the diet Sue kept him on ensured a girlish figure. Paul looked nothing like a man so Sue had little to worry about but she enjoyed the torment it inflicted on him to say such things.
“Besides, with the hormones Rick and I have been slipping into his food, the little pansy will start growing boobies soon so it’s probably best if he stays home where he belongs” Sue said with a laugh.
Paul almost dropped the dish he was cleaning and the women heard a small sob escape from him before he caught himself and regained composure. Debbie laughed and asked if Paul knew about the hormones to which Sue told her that it was a secret up until now.
The little sissy boy thought he was taking vitamins prescribed by Sue’s lover, Rick. She had told her sissy hubby that Rick was only looking out for him because of the strict diet they had him on. Poor Paul had believed them but now that he knew the truth he felt as if he would start to cry.
Sue shot a warning glance at her hubby and said, “The useless little bitch is mostly a girl already so we thought, what the hell?, let’s push him the whole way. It was Rick’s idea since he has that friend who’s a pharmacist and got all the drugs we needed cheap”.
Debbie laughed out loud at this and asked Paul, “How does that make you feel sissy boy? Do you like the idea of becoming a woman for your wife and her boyfriend?”
Paul turned toward the women and in a quivering voice said, “I’m only too happy to please Ma’am and Sir in any way they see fit. I’m grateful to them for all the attention they lavish on my sissy body”.
At this both women laughed out loud and Sue said that was a good answer that would keep the sissy from being punished when Rick got home. Paul was shaking as he turned back to the sink, a small tear rolling down his made up features. He hated saying those things but knew better than to object.
With no job, no money of his own, no friends and no prospects, the poor sissy was stuck and knew he would never be free. Besides, Sue and Rick had taken so much video and pictures of him dressed up and acting the part of a sissy slave that Paul knew he had no other options than to stay here and serve his cruel owners.
As the women turned back to their conversation a loud booming voice came from the living room and they all knew Rick had come home. “Where’s my sexy lady?” Rick called out from the front door. “And why isn’t the sissy bitch here to take off my shoes?” At this last statement, Paul let out a small squeal and ran as fast as he could in the high heels toward his Master’s voice. The women smiled at each other and ran to watch what was sure to be a fun display of discipline from the man of the house.
Paul ran quickly to Rick and dropped to his knees before the handsome black man that stood in the doorway. He was repeating the words “I’m sorry sir” the whole way there and continued this mantra while kneeling at the superior man’s feet. It was quite a sight to behold.
The thin, weak, white boy dressed as a slutty girl kneeling at the feet of this towering black stud. Rick stood 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighed in at an impressive 240 pounds of sheer muscle. His chiseled features made him look like a professional athlete in an underwear commercial and standing before the tiny sissy boy he looked like a god.
Paul was now kissing his master’s shoes and asking in a quivering, girly voice if he could please remove the shoes for his wife’s lover. Sue and Debbie stood nearby with wide smiles on their faces and watched the spectacle eagerly. Rick winked at the ladies and took a second to look over his lady.
Sue was quite the sight in a light knee length summer dress, her dark brown hair, long and flowing over her shoulders framed a beautiful alabaster face with smoldering dark eyes and full red lips. Rick let his eyes wander down her body taking in her breathtaking figure.
Sue was tall for a woman, standing 5 foot 9 without heels. Her ass was a perfect heart shaped orb kept tight by daily exercises. Her breasts were a thing of beauty standing firm and round on her chest.
Not a small woman in height, Sue was able to pull off the 38DD breasts in a way a smaller woman could not.
They just accentuated her beauty instead of standing out. Her cleavage made Rick feel a stirring in his crotch and he couldn’t wait to be alone with her. But first he had a disobedient sissy with whom to attend.
Rick looked down at the pathetic wretch still kissing his shoes and smirked. “Stop slobbering all over my shoes and get your ass over to the couch bitch!” the large black man yelled. Paul scurried over to the couch and kneeled waiting for Rick.
Rick sat down in front of the sissy and told him to take of his shoes. Paul hurried to comply and slipped Rick’s shoes from his size 13 feet.
The thick, cheesy odor of sweat assaulted Paul’s senses and he blinked tears from his eyes but did not move an inch from his kneeling position. Rich lifted his right foot and placed the sole over Paul’s face.
The huge foot completely covered the smaller man’s visage and the smell quickly overwhelmed the poor husband. Paul knew what to do and immediately began taking large whiffs of air thru his nose and moaned like he was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread.
He knew to put on a good show for his master and make sure everyone knew he was enjoying the smell.
“Now bitch, when I come home I expect you to be waiting by the door like a good little doggy do you understand?” Rick asked. Paul’s muffled response came from beneath his master’s large foot. “Yes sir, I understand. I’m so very sorry.”
“Sorry don’t cut it bitch. Now I’m going to have to think up some kind of punishment for you. I don’t feel like beating your ass tonight so it’ll have to be something else. Oh, I know! While I’m in the bedroom fucking your wife tonight I want you to clean the new rims on my ride. With your tongue of course.”
Paul sobbed in dismay but said quietly, “Yes sir, I’d be happy to sir”. The dismay in Paul’s voice wasn’t just over the job he now had to do, but was also in response to the thought that he would now be behind in his other chores which would keep him up all night in order to finish everything on his daily list.
With tears in his eyes the defeated, pun intended, hubby asked if he could now remove Rick’s socks.
Rick laughed and told his sissy to go right ahead. Paul slowly removed the socks from the big man’s feet and sat back on his haunches lifting the first sock to his lipstick covered mouth.
The sock was soaked with the days sweat and smelled terrible but Paul placed the wettest part of the garment into his mouth and began sucking.
Debbie laughed and said, “Eww, that’s so gross! Does he do that every day?” to which Sue replied, “Of course, it’s how he gets out all the nastiest stains before putting our socks and underwear in the laundry basket.
It keeps everything clean and soft. He’ll suck out all the sweat so the socks don’t get stiff before they go into the wash.
My panties have never been cleaner than when hubby sucks and licks all the stains from them”.
Debbie laughed again and told her friend she had better be going. She didn’t want to intrude now that Rick was home. The women said their goodbyes and Sue went over to join Rick on the couch.
The two lovers watched Paul sucking the sweat from Rick’s nasty sock for a moment then leaned into each other and kissed hello.
Like two teenagers at prom they began to make out with each other with loud, wet kisses using lots of tongue. Rick reached up and began fondling Sue’s large breasts making her moan in excitement.
Paul watched from the floor and felt his little peepee start to stir. The pain was immediate and Paul whimpered like a dog and squirmed around trying to be more comfortable.
Paul’s underdeveloped penis was locked in a little pink chastity cage and any attempt at getting hard no matter how small he was made his entrapment quite painful.
Rick had bought the sissy the smallest cock cage he could find and then shortened it even more for Paul’s tiny peepee.
The result was to keep the little thing squished to just under an inch at all times. Paul knew better than to look away as the lovers enjoyed making him suffer so he watched them make out and sucked away at the sweaty sock.
by Cucklod
