Cuckold Subjugation And Surrender

Despite its reputation as a short month, February ticked by excruciatingly slowly as Vinny endured week after week without sexual release. The old Vinny would have expected such penance to entitle him to a grandiose climax. But in a moment of unexpected submission, he asked, and his wife Linda readily agreed, that the time had come to cultivate a different tone -- one of surrender rather than indulgence.

Linda tied her husband down in a comfortably naked but very vulnerable 'X' position. She dripped oil on his nether regions, played with him, and brought him to the edge of eruption repeatedly. She stimulated him with sexy provocations just enough to make his chief stand up in attention, but without the pressure necessary to satiate his desire. In desperation, Vinny begged for release, already regretting his agreement to submit. She chose not to answer him. Instead, she blindfolded him and asked him what kinds of secret, dirty desires he was harboring. His mouth insisted not. But when prompted about certain taboo tendencies, his penis confessed a starkly opposite truth. She sighed, 'A hard dick doesn't lie! Your truth is clear. You leave me no choice; A woman has needs too.'

Linda got up to make a phone call. Vinny heard her say, 'I need you now, Brad. Thanks for coming over.' Vinny's heart sank. Brad was his wife's ex, a sporty man's man, good for passionate sex and confident swagger, but not the stable family man that Linda ultimately sought to settle down with. Brad was never deterred by Linda's decision to marry Vinny -- he relished the no-strings-attached benefits of tempting his ex-girlfriend with the nostalgic memories of youthful passion, but without having to tend to the obligations of an adult relationship. Shortly thereafter, the doorbell rang. Vinny braced himself as he heard two people ascending the stairs, one of them wearing boots. Brad taunted him immediately, 'Well, what do we have here? Wimp husband all tied down. What a shame!' Linda and Brad kissed each other for a few minutes, then she stripped down and straddled herself over Vinny's head. She invited Brad into her palace of delights. He plowed her pussy rough and hard, just inches above Vinny's face, commenting on how tight she felt. 'Feels so good to fill and stretch this married pussy!' Vinny wished desperately that it could have been him, but instead, he suffered in the angst of knowing that the honor had been given to another. He listened helplessly to his wife's blissful moaning as she enjoyed herself in the throes of heavenly orgasm, aware of her husband's predicament, but willfully detached from dwelling on it. Finally, Brad erupted inside Linda as he grunted and pounded her deep. After their screams of passion subsided, Brad pulled out and retired to a sofa chair to watch. Linda straightened up and lowered herself onto her husband's face. 'Open your mouth and lick me clean, Vinny.' She jiggled around, allowing her freshly fucked pussy to leak the man cream into her husband's mouth. 'Get your tongue in there. Get every drop of Brad's cum.' Vinny licked and swallowed without fighting. Each drop of virile ejaculate that travelled down his throat reinforced his position at the bottom of the sexual hierarchy as a cuckold.

After basking in a post-orgasmic high, Linda resumed stroking her husband's toy with feathery touches, using one finger to rub the sensitive underside and head in circles. She allowed her hair to graze lightly against his erection, and occasionally mixed in a vigorous pump so he could appreciate how pleasurable it felt. She taunted him how her lover had ravished her deep and hard, so satisfyingly, reaching her in intimate places where his penis was forbidden from entering. She wrapped her soiled panties over his face as a consolation taste of what he was being denied. Vinny strove to make the best of the dark situation, enduring the tactile sensations of breathing through his wife's panties. The vicarious experience of intimacy left him hungering more than ever.

Vinny believed he deserved better, so he insisted, 'Linda, it's not fair that you let Brad fuck you but you're not doing anything for me! I want a juicy pussy fuck, a blow job, a hand job, anything!' She countered that 'My love, you're in no position to demand anything. Brad knows how to fuck me properly. You deserve what I decide, and after careful consideration, my verdict is... No pussy for sissy!' Brad chuckled upon hearing this. As the message sank in, she continued, 'Also, Vinny, because you lied about your desires, your request for any orgasm is categorically DENIED.' She rubbed his little penis ever so gently to stoke his arousal, only to let it fade, again and again, until finally, sensing an impending climax, she removed all stimulation, and whispered in a devastatingly seductive voice, 'I love you Vinny, but understand that the good kind of ejaculation is reserved for real men like Brad, not for an effeminate sissy like you.' His heart was racing. He felt a jolt of anguish from his wife's punishing declaration. It triggered a stream of semen to dribble out without the electrifying orgasmic contractions that he craved. His body convulsed but he could not free his hands to pleasure himself. His pleas of mercy were met with amusement. Linda couldn't help but giggle as she watched his poor cock toggle and twitch in resignation before going limp. She wiped the wet mess with the panties and wrapped them tightly around his penis, and then pooh-poohed his groans of frustration with a sympathetic encouragement -- 'It's for your own good.'

After release, Vinny sat up in a daze. Linda handed him a bag of unmentionable items with orders to get dressed and stand in penance without touching himself. He looked in the bag, then hesitated. She caressed his bottom and whispered, 'Baby, it seems that you're having doubts. You know what might help persuade you?' She paused and then answered her own question. 'A good sound ass-thrashing. I can arrange for it -- just let me know.' Vinny remained speechless. She further hinted, 'Vinny, coming out as a sissy should be a happy occasion, not a time for you-know-what. But if you insist on inviting my paddle to the party, I'll make sure there's a box of tissues for you.' He turned red over his wife's unspoken presumption. Linda drove the point home. 'I recommend you avoid a paddling. You know from experience how much it hurts.'

Brad chimed in, 'Linda, if you need any help to straighten out your husband, let me know.'

'Oooh, that's an interesting idea! It hadn't occurred to me, but I might need a man to paddle my disobedient husband to teach him a lesson.' Linda decided to give her husband a taste of corporal punishment. 'Brad, I want you to show my husband what a paddling by you would feel like, just 5 swats so he knows I'm not kidding.' She looked at her husband and ordered him to lower his underwear and assume the position. She gave Brad her wooden paddle with holes. Vinny begged her not to let her lover punish him, but she doubled down. Vinny bent over the bed. Brad took his position next to Vinny and held out the paddle against his buttocks. He asked her, 'How hard do you want me to do it?' She replied, 'Hard enough to make him understand.' He ordered Vinny, 'Count out loud and thank me!' He smacked Vinny very hard. Linda held his head and soothed him tenderly, whispering, 'I know it hurts, baby. Only four more. Hang in there.' By the fifth stroke, Vinny's voice broke, '5, thank you Sir.' Linda watched and teased her husband, 'I hope you understand when I tell you that you should obey me. Next time, you'll be tied down, and Brad will give you 30 or 40 strokes. Then, you'll surely be crying like a sissy girl. And if that happens, you can be assured that you'll not be getting any pussy action.'

Vinny turned red over his wife's presumption that he would cry. He shuddered at the thought of suffering a blistering paddling and then experiencing the same outcome anyway, only with buttocks too tender to touch. He relented and agreed to get dressed. She reminded him, 'You'll find pretty lipstick and eyeliner in the purse. Apply them.' A short time later, he stepped forth softly, hoping to avoid making click-clack sounds against the hardwood floor. He averted his gaze as he passed by the mirror, sensing Linda's eyes following him on his walk of shame towards the corner. She brought him back to the mirror and made him get on his knees. 'Look at you. What do you see?' He mumbled, 'A sissy.' She confirmed, 'Yes, a feminized, prissy little sissy.' She led him to the chair where her lover was sitting. Brad smiled in an arrogant manner as he spread his legs apart. Linda made her husband kneel and pushed his face towards the man's crotch. 'You need to appreciate Brad for deep fucking your wife so well, and for spanking your ass for disobedience. Blow him like a submissive, appreciative sissy.' Brad leaned back as Vinny got to work, bobbing up and down on his cock. He listened to her taunt him as he fellated another man. 'Who would have imagined that my husband would be such a naturally gifted cock sucker? Look at how much he loves having his painted lips wrapped around his rival's manhood!' Brad closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure. As much as Vinny wanted to get it over with, Brad wanted to extend the feeling of a warm wet mouth sucking on his meat. Finally, when he felt himself climaxing, he pulled Vinny's head towards his crotch and held it firmly, allowing his swollen cock to throb vigorously and ejaculate straight into his throat. Vinny fell back, gagging and sputtering. Linda noted, 'Vinny, it looks like your lipstick got smudged. A good girl knows when to reapply it.'

Afterwards, Linda sent him to the corner. There, he stood obediently, simmering silently in heart-pounding embarrassment, surrounded by the taunting embraces of ultra feminine clothing and accessories. With every breath, he felt the intense humiliation of being so openly feminized. Linda came by to talk with her husband, 'Vinny, most men would feel revolted by the taste and smell of a man's ejaculated semen. But I think you liked it, judging from how enthusiastically you sucked my lover's cock and swallowed his cream. The genie is out of the bottle -- you are officially a cock-sucking sissy faggot now, and I can never see you as a man again. Brad will have exclusive access to my pussy, so there won't be any use for your pee-pee. I'm going to lock it in a chastity belt.' A few minutes later, his penis was snugly locked inside a metal tube. She placed the key around her neck.

As Linda reassured him of her unconditional love, Vinny stopped wallowing in self-pity. She watched in delight as he finally gave himself permission to be. Standing in the corner, he reveled in the swaying of his flimsy skirt, the constraints of his lacy bra and flowery panties, the trappings of delicate pink ribbons, the sensuality of high heels, and the titillation of his girly purse, dangling from his shoulders in a teasing testament of his emasculation. He savored the taste of semen in his mouth and throat. His penis grew erect in arousal, pressing against the cage. The deep shame he once felt had transformed and blossomed into the sweet and liberating joy of surrender, an acceptance of his fate as a gift from his loving wife.