The Kink Explored

My wife is now my new Dominate. She likes her sissy slut dressed in pink and pinned to the floor pleasuring her engorged clit. Unfortunately, I still have to work and make money. I can't be a sex slave 24/7 as I desperately want to be.

Just last month I was sneaking around the house, dressing in my wife's clothes while she was away. It was rough at first when she caught me, but with the help of a progressive sex therapist she learned to accept my position as her sissy slut.

That first night was magical. We dressed as a couple of girls and danced and fucked like teenagers. But that was then, and as the newness faded I wondered if she would still love me and want me or if she would realize she needed a real man in her life.

That's when my regional supervisor announced he was coming to town for a week. Our division had been doing well, and I personally was identified as a stand out leader. He wanted to meet me.

I had been cooking for my wife for years and I was pretty good so I decided to host him at my home for dinner. We sent the kids to my mother's for the weekend and I went all out creating a gourmet dinner. My wife was enjoying her Dom role and at the last minute before my bosses boss showed up demanded I wear one of her shirts and a modest pair of earrings.

I know my face went pale. Was I going to refuse and disappoint my Dom just before one of the biggest days in my life? Would I wear women's clothes and earrings in front of this complete stranger and employer?

Thankfully the shirt wasn't too feminine and the earring modest. I could wear them and a polite stranger could pretend he didn't notice. With a red face I changed shirts and put on the earrings. Just a few minutes later the doorbell rang. Fear gripped me and I almost ran to the bedroom to change, but my wife was right behind me. I had to answer the door.

"Mr. Jones?", He asked.

"Yes, and you must be Mr. Black"

He smiled and I invited him in. He shook my hand warmly, looking me deep in the eyes as he said his hellos.

He was just as warm and inviting with my wife as he greeted her. He was very pleasant during dinner and led a wonderful conversation on a range of topics. It was obvious how he had earned his position. He was always warm and inviting. A pleasant conversationalist, and well informed on any topic brought up. By dessert I was fawning over him. My wife too was pleased.

It was over a glass of wine after dessert was finished and the table cleared that he asked me about my earrings. I had forgotten I had them on so his question was a complete shock. I stumbled and turned red. then my wife let out a laugh.

She told him it was her idea. She liked to spice up our relationship with these little risque games. I hope you don't mind.

He laughed a bit and admitted he and his wife do something similar. If he only known, he would have invited his wife along on the trip. She would have loved meeting a couple like us.

I don't know what came over me, but I suggested he invite her down and I would cook dinner again next week before he had to go home. He paused, then looked at me, then down to my shirt.

"As long as you promise to dress for us I will." He said.

I couldn't help myself, I blushed again.

Letting out a slightly evil laugh my wife said she knew the perfect outfit.

A few minutes later and my supervisor said is goodbyes and she showed him to the door.

As I closed the door and turned my wife was no where to be seen. Sighing, I cleared the last of the dishes and cleaned up. Thirty minutes later I headed up to the bedroom. I was a bit disappointed that my wife didn't stick around to chat. I didn't expect her to help clear up, that was my job, but that exchange with my supervisor had me confused and a bit turned on. What did he mean by dressed up? What kind of people does he think we are? What would his wife expect of us? I had so many questions.

To my surprise when I entered the bedroom I found my wife had lit dozens of candles. She called out from the bathroom, "Strip to your bra and panties and kneel while I finish up in here."

Even more confused, but being a good sissy I striped to my bra and panties and knelt. A moment later my wife emerged from the bathroom wearing a tight leather outfit and wearing a strap on. To say the least I was shocked. I hadn't even known she had this stuff.

Seeing my look of shock and concern he laughed. A fully evil laugh now.

Yes, my little slut. I've been wondering when would be the right time to take you to the next step and now I know.

"The next step?" I said a bit hesitantly.

"Why learning to suck cock and take it deep in your boi pussy, of course", she answered.

With that she stepped in front of me and slapped her latex cock against my cheek. "Open up cunt".

Instinctively I opened my mouth and she jammed her cock in. I could only take a couple of inches, but I did my best. As she thrust softly but firmly into my mouth I took a bit more each time. Soon I was gagging, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to please my mistress. I reached out and grabbed her ass and pulled her cock into my mouth. Pushing and holding as I gagged.

I could hear her encouragement as I struggled. Such a good girl. Yes, take it deep. Hold it, hold it. Now relax. Breath. Now again, take it, take it, take it. Hold don't puke. Swallow. You can do it girl.

With in a couple of minutes I had a good 6 or 7 inches in my throat before gagging. She taught me how to keep the saliva flowing and not to swallow it. Let it soak the cock and make it more slippery. She showed me how to squeeze the web of skin between my thumb and fingers to reduce the gag. she taught me how to take it slowly at first and let my throat get used to being filled. then how to take more and more, swallowing instead of gagging. Until soon she was thrusting hard fucking my face like I was a pro.

I could feel her getting excited too. Each thrust tickled her clit. Instinctively I reached for her balls. She didn't have any, but my fingers found her wet vagina and slid right in.

"Yes, she moaned, take it all, fondle my balls. Make me cum.

I didn't need anymore encouragement. pushing my fingers deeper into her wet pussy I pushed even farther down on her cock. Then she screamed and grabbed the back of my head. She came hard as I gagged on her cock.

Panting she fell over onto the bed. "I think you have the dick sucking thing down. You're a natural. I think you will make your regional supervisor happy next week when he visits with his wife"

Kneeling in the dark, rubbing my sore jaw, I wondered if I could really suck a real cock. Could a be the sissy slut of my dreams and submit not only to my wife, but please this near stranger too?