(After the previous episode's backstory, Pt. 03 picks up at the conclusion of Pt. 01. Like "Prologue," the Metalogue series is written from the point-of-view of a man who desires to be feminized, then pegged by his wife. It can be read as part of a wider story arc which begins with "Prologue" and passes through the Her Story series and the Metalogue series. When completed, an "Epilogue" will complete this wider arc. All nine episodes feature voluntary male feminization and male sexual submission, and readers who have a problem with those subjects are urged to look elsewhere)
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So anyway . . . that's how I happened to find myself at this point in my life, locked in chastity and kneeling at the feet of my wife.
Finally revealed to me, her "mystery cock" hung mere inches from my face, and my first impression frankly was one of immense relief. While amazingly lifelike, the plastic dick in no way measured up to some of the monsters I'd seen offered for sale on the internet, and that alone was cause to literally thank God for small favors!
In truth, my wife's new plastic strap-on might have even been a bit smaller in both length and girth than what my own modest member attains when fully engorged - a state of being I could feel my poor caged clitty even now desperately attempting to achieve within the confines of its pink plastic prison.
As my eyes focused on a vein on the right side of the dildo, my man pussy throbbed madly against the large stainless steel butt plug lodged inside it. While I wildly speculated as to exactly how that "vein" might feel inside my mouth, a wide-spread hand swooped in from behind me to firmly grasp my head from the rear. Fingers locked tightly into the roots of my newly waved hair to immobilize my face directly in front of the beige plastic penis.
Momentarily fixed in both time and space, my stunned eyes could only watch in what seemed to be slow motion as another set of fingers on a disembodied right hand emerged from the left to inexorably tip that lifelike dick toward my painted lips. Locking on to it, my eyes must have surely crossed as they attempted to follow the bulging head's steady approach toward my mouth. Panic shot though me when I thought I'd lost sight of it, but maybe a microsecond later an electric jolt shot through my entire being when it first touched my lipstick.
"No!" I howled, but the rest of my body wasn't listening. Some deeply buried instinct bid my lips embrace its glans with a passionate kiss, then lock themselves tightly around it. Sucking madly while my tongue danced around its plastic frenulum, I felt my eager lips open wider to entice it further inside. I loudly slurped the plastic dick up against the roof of my mouth where it seemed to root about in earnest, begging my tongue to caress it and explore its length in greater detail.
Mewling now like a baby, I felt fingers from another hand tightly weave their way through my hair as both hands locked my mouth solidly around the questing cock. A thumb and forefinger, seemingly from nowhere, began kneading my cheeks and lips, first pinching my mouth tightly into an elongated "O" around my surprisingly tender invader, then pinning it tightly within the warmth of my oral cavity. The finger and thumb then slowly began to move toward each other, then back, aggressively forcing the inside walls of my cheeks into a milking motion around the plastic fantastic intruder within my mouth.
