A Warning To My Sissy Husband

This is my first attempt at a story/essay for many years, so please forgive any spelling or pronunciation mistakes. I have been a regular reader of Lit since scrutinising my husband's online history some months ago. I was shocked to discover many of the things he had been browsing, as many were on the subject of sissy cuckolding.

It will be our thirty-second wedding anniversary in March. I have proposed that we retake our vows to confirm our commitment to each other. Also, I have told him that we will both sign a contract that will be witnessed by a solicitor, giving me total control over him and all our chattels.

To add to his degradation, I have written the story below. Our names are accurate, but I have changed our honeymoon destination from Spain to the Middle East to add intrigue and danger to my account.

We arrived in Istanbul the day after our wedding and were keen to explore the old exotic city. After wandering around, we eventually came to the Grand Bazaar. We had only been in the vast market a few minutes when a youngish stallholder beckoned us over and asked my new husband whether I was for sale.

Norman speedily informed the male that we were newlyweds. This caused the man to smile and crow.

"Even better, come around the back and discuss terms.

Speedily walked away as the man called after us. The market is vast, and as we stumbled from stall to stall, we were confronted by several leering older merchants.

Panicking now, we tried to find the exit but, to our horror, realised we were lost. Trying to rediscover our way, we stumbled upon an old woman selling carpets.

Seeing we looked desperate and distraught, she kindly asked if she could help. We explained to her that we were lost and desperate to get out to escape the continual harassment we were encountering.

"You poor loves, let me show you a quick way to the outside."

We followed her along several aisles until we reached two dirty green doors that led to the outside. She kindly told us to go through the doors and follow the passageway until we reached a single wooden door leading us to the outside and safety.

We thanked her and then nervously followed the passageway until we reached the door and safety. We opened the door and stepped out into the bright sunshine. Once our eyes adjusted to the light, we immediately thought something wasn't right.

We were the only white Caucasians in a large quadrangle and were soon attracting unwanted attention. A woman dressed in a hijab began to stroke my blond hair as she mocked.

"You will fetch a good price at market."

I looked around in a panic to see my husband being held by two sizeable black men as a third shackled his arms behind his back.

Before I could even cry out, two strong arms pulled me off of my feet and dragged me to an awaiting cart. We were shackled to a rough wooden bench and driven away through the bumpy, cobbled streets.

In shock, neither spoke as we contemplated what terrible torments lay in store for us. The journey was short, and we soon arrived at the home of the Boss of the cruel slave gang.

Once in the house, I was unceremoniously stripped and led into the room where the Boss eagerly awaited entrance. Smiling, he sneered.

"What a beauty! Such firm breasts and that little snatch of blond hair will send the crowd wild. What else do you have for me?"

Norman is then led in also naked, but for the white satin bridal panties, I insisted on him wearing this morning.

"What is this."

The pretty Muslim henchwoman standing by my husband's side then declared.

"He was wearing them when we stripped him."

"A slim white, red-haired sissy with a small circumcised cock will add more to his value at auction master."

The Boss then voiced.

"She is not to be fucked; bend her over. Oh yes, a nice tight anus her new Master will have much pleasure breaking her in. The sissy infidel, I think we will have him ride the saddle of shame for the crowd's entertainment as his pretty bride is paraded to the bidders."

We are then led off to separate holding rooms. I'm treated with respect as the Master decreed. My husband was not so fortunate.

Under the guidance of the pretty henchwoman, all his body hair was shaved off before his little cock was locked in a metal chastity device as she mocked and ridiculed him.

"Put his panties back on and cuff and chain his wrists and upper arms securely."

He then watched in horror as one of the black guards removed his clothes, revealing his enormous black cock. The guard smiled as he sat in an armchair, fisting his cock until it was rampant.

"Your destiny is to be dominated by your Arab master with his superior Muslim cock."

She led him over and commanded him to kneel and suck Faizan's cock and thank Allah for guiding him to this place."

"Please, no, my family have money. Please don't make me do this."

His head was then guided so that his mouth brushed the tip of Faizan's rampant cock. He closed his eyes and licked the tip. He shuddered as the cock violated his mouth. Fraizan then grabbed his hair and proceeded to force him to suck in a piston-like manner.

Shamefully he began to feel his own cock start to ache inside the confines of the cage as Faizan began to increase the speed of his thrusting. Then, with a throaty grown, he deposited his sour-tasting spunk into Norman's throat and over his face.

Seeing his face now covered in sticky goo, the henchwoman cruelly used her fingers to deposit every last drop of sticky, foul-tasting goo into his mouth.

As he knelt there with his head bowed, feeling nauseous, she crowed.

" You looked good with cum splattered over your pretty sissy face. You will suffer much worse degradation at the hands of your Muslim Master, as will your beautiful white bride."

The henchwoman then dragged Norman to his feet, ordering Fraizan to get dressed and make his way to the oubliette. She escorted him along a corridor and down several stairs to the chamber.

She took great pleasure in seeing the look of horror on his face as he perused the dungeon. There was a bed with manacles attached to the four corners. Rings were secured to the wall, and a wooden pillory, which worryingly he was being led towards.

He was now visibly shaking as she manoeuvred him towards the pillory. Fraizan entered the dungeon and cuffed each of his ankles before stretching both his legs and securing the cuffs to chains on the floor.

The cuffs and chains on his arms were then removed as the woman raised the top board of the pillory. He didn't struggle as his neck and arms were positioned in place. Still, he let out a throaty groan as the top panel was lowered, leaving him powerless and vulnerable.

The henchwoman laughed as she cut off his panties with a knife and then spread his ass cheeks and mocked him.

"Delicious, you are a virgin. It's a nice tight hole for us to stretch."

She then slipped a finger into his exposed hole, causing him to moan.

"You liked that, didn't you, sissy."

Then, as she slowly began fingering his hole, she quipped.

"I'm going to enjoy preparing you to have your sissy pussy stretched by a superior Muslim cock.

She then showed him the cruel-looking metal device and revelled in demonstrating how it expanded. He then felt warm oil run down his ass cheeks moments before he felt the cold steel of the butt plug.

He held his breath as he felt it slowly enter his anus. She paused for a moment before sliding it any further. This she repeated several times as he bit his tongue in humiliating ecstasy.

Once it was firmly in place, she slowly pulled back the plunger, expanding it just a little but enough to make him moan out loud.

Norman heard the door to the dungeon open and recognised the voice of the Boss.

"How did the sissy infidel react to ridding the plug."

"He enjoyed the penetration like a whore. He could become a favourite at one of your whore houses."

"it seems that neither he nor his pretty bride will attend the auction tomorrow. I have the Magistrate coming around, and I owe him several favours, so she will be going with him."

Norman is then released from the shackles of the pillory, escorted up the stairs to a room, and positioned facing a two-way mirror.

Moments later, he glimpses in horror at seeing me being escorted into the room. I'm dressed in sheer harem pants, a flimsy sheer bra that hides nothing, and a veil over my face.

I knelt down with my arms cuffed behind my back. Moments after the guards leave the room, the Boss enters with a large black man wearing an expensive suit.

"This is the Magistrate. I wish for you to entertain him."

The Boss leaves the room, and the Magistrate comes over and removes my veil.

"What pretty eyes and mouth you have. Has that pretty mouth ever sucked black cock before?"

I look up at him and softly reply no, Sir.

I then watch as he removes all of his clothes, revealing his enormous black cock. He stood before me, fisting it to its full size. I had sucked several cocks before, but none were as significant.

He brushed my now shamefully hard nipples as he sneered.

"I have been told that you are a newlywed. Did your husband consummate your marriage, And did he satisfy you?

"No, sir."

"I like that you call me Sir, but Master is now more appropriate. Suck my cock, girl, and remember, I have your destiny in my hands.

I opened my mouth and permitted him to violate my mouth, remembering that only two days previous, I had made a vow of fidelity to my new husband.

I shamefully pleasured my new Master, conscious that it was either submit to him or suffer the humiliation and uncertainty of the slave market.

After several minutes and with my jaw aching and spit and pre-cum leaking from my mouth, he pulled out. After removing the cuffs, he ordered me to strip and kneel facing the mirror.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, preparing myself for my imminent debasement. I moaned as he entered me, fuck it felt good. I bit my lip, my face contorted in lust as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy.

He pistoned his cock into my wanton cunt as he cursed and belittled me.

"Tell your husband you love my cock. Look at him. He is on the other side of the mirror watching his bride cuckold him."

I squinted at the mirror, my body racked in blissful obedience. I felt no remorse as he pleasured me nearer and nearer to the most intense orgasm imaginable. Moments later, he withdrew his cock and held my head as his hot spunk coated my face.

Two days later, now my Master's devoted courtesan, I was driven along with my Master to the town centre. As we approached, I noticed a large crowd howling abuse at some poor woman shackled to a post, her legs stretched and secured by chains attached to her ankles.

I gasped as we neared the scene; the woman was my husband. They had made his face up and placed a wig on his head. His legs were encased in sheer black stockings tautly attached to the suspenders of the black satin waist clincher around his middle.

His cock was restrained inside a chastity cage, and he wore a collar around his neck. My Master, seeing the look of anguish on my face, quipped.

"Don't worry, Wendy, my dear, he will be back with us this evening at the palace. This is to remind him who owns him and that no sissy has any rights."