With his hand on my head, he turned me to face Cheryl. His fingers curled and he pulled the wig from my head while he forced me to meet her shocked gaze.
"You don't have to worry about your husband needing to fuck you anymore, Cheryl. He belongs to me, just like your tight ass does."
The crowd around us erupted in screams, cheers and applause.. Cheryl just looked at me, her eyes glazed by the aftermath of her pleasure and her confused disbelief.
Liam tucked his cock away and got himself together, while Lydia began to free Cheryl from her bondage. Lydia took Cheryl's leash and Liam took mine and together they led us away from the play area, away from the amazed audience and to a small, private room near the edge of the party.
Liam placed me against one wall, locking me in place via a small chain dangling from a ring in the wall which he extended to my collar. Lydia did the same to Cheryl, so that stood helpless perhaps 8 feet from me across the room.
"Cheryl," Liam started, "I'm sure you've come to realise that while you love your husband and he loves you, your marriage was always lacking something. Despite the peace and stability of it, you were not truly satisfied. Neither was Chris. You have known that he has had urges and needs that you have only recently begun to understand yourself. With the two of you both searching for something more, while seemingly unable to be honest with each other about it, you may well have gone on like this for a long time, never knowing that there was another way."
"Thankfully," said Lydia, taking over, "through quite an amusing course of events, your husband's desires became known to us. Fortunately for you both, we happened to be perfectly suited not to judge him because of it, but to help you both. Chris was guided to give in to his hungers and his desperate needs. He was led and taught and conditioned how to properly express them so that he might find his own happiness through his core desire to serve and please."
"It was also a great blessing," Liam continued, "to gain the understanding that while Chris could never truly gain sexual satisfaction with you, it was only because you could not be the dominant partner he required, given that you had your own submission that had just gone undiscovered. Lydia and I were able to be just what you needed there too."
"It is a great joy for both of us that fate has brought you to us. We could never have guessed that the whims of real estate would make you our neighbours. You needed us and the universe brought you to us," said Lydia.
"It would be dishonest of us to ask you both to make the choice of accepting this, as we all know that neither of you are made to make choices. In our conversations, your husband has shown me that he has started to truly accept that he is happier knowing that his choices are now mine to make, and that the plan for the future is what I wish it to be. Lydia has shared with me that you are opening your heart to accept that truth as well. Is that correct, Cheryl?"
"Yes, Master," Cheryl said in a soft but clear whisper.
"And you know this truly, don't you Crissy?" he asked, turning to me.
"Yes, Master," I said, watching Cheryl's face as he spoke my new name out loud before her. "Yes, Crissy knows it."
"Good," he said. "Then we will only ask you for one simple sign. Please remove your rings and give them to us."
I looked over at Cheryl across the room, my heart searching her eyes for an acceptance that I had never been able to ask her for. I saw a soft smile curl her lips and then she looked down and began to twist and slide her wedding ring from her finger. She placed it into Lydia's outstretched hand. My eyes didn't leave her as I felt for my ring and did the same, feeling the indentation in my finger exposed as I placed the ring in Liam's strong hand. He took the ring as firmly and as clearly as he had taken me from the start.
EPILOGUE
The past few months have been full and overwhelming. The guest room has been made permanently mine and has been redecorated appropriately. It is pretty and feminine and the dresser and closet is full of the clothes and toys and accessories that Master has chosen for me.
The hormones have begun to change my appearance and shape drastically and visibly. My hips have rounded, my facial features have narrowed and softened, and my own breasts have started to swell. My nipples are so very sensitive, which pleases Master to no end. I know he has plans for my body, but those are his to reveal to me on his schedule.
I think that we have mostly completed the many meetings we have needed with lawyers for now. Master and Mistress talked it over and decided that, even though our marriage, as it was, is over, they enjoyed that Cheryl and I remained legally married. The two of them were married to each other and it amused them to take my wife as their lover and property, keeping me as an eternal cuckold. We have signed over ownership of our house to them, freeing us of that responsibility. I have personally signed over power of attorney to Master, allowing him full responsibility to make the important decisions he needs to about my transition and body modifications. Legally, he is my conservator though I can only think of him as my Master and of myself as his property and possession.
The basement of the house has been converted mostly to a studio for the production of content for my websites. While that space is used for posed photos and particular predicaments, the whole house remains a kind of studio as well. Even more cameras have been installed, so some of Master's special friends and VIP subscribers can watch me whenever they choose. I have to keep myself pretty and presentable at all times, and I'm always aware that I'm on display.
Cheryl maintains her bedroom here, but she spends the night with Master and Mistress more often than not. I still cook as well as keeping up the cleaning of this house as well as Master's and Mistress's. In fact, to make the best use of the pretty maid's uniform that Master purchased me, he had started hiring me out to clean the houses of his friends as well. Whenever the four of us eat together, I cook and serve, though my place is on the floor at their feet.
If we had never moved here, I might never have gained the freedom that being owned has given Cheryl and I both. Only when we were given the chance to know true happiness and satisfaction through submission did it become so clear what both of us had been living without.
I have a busy life. My job is now to work on my content, to keep up with the clients I have as a maid, and to work regular shifts at the store with Ashley. My days at the store have become important days there, as a regular clientele has developed, eager to be there and put me to use as a pleasure-giver and eager slut. There are also other, less frequent but still regular events, such as community get-togethers and Master's poker nights.
I also have a full social life and sex life. Master loves me, and he shows it by allowing me to pleasure him often. I love to see how my obedience and service still arouses him -- the mere sight of his erection makes me weak. When it comes to Cheryl, I'm only an observer when it comes to her new and full sexual awakening, but it delights me to see her giving and receiving so much intense pleasure and emotion. With all the changes, of course my sissy clit doesn't play a role in my self life -- other than the pleasure and amusement that seeing it caged gives others -- but I've become quite skilled with my hands and mouth. I don't know if it is my body or mind that has altered, but I've also come to find being fucked in my sissy pussy to be pure bliss, and it's now the only way that I cum, when I'm allowed to. I've come to truly love the feel of a cock in my mouth, and I feel a pulse of bliss every time I taste a man's cum filling my mouth, but only being penetrated that way gets me to spurt.
As strange as it sounds, I am also dating. It is all with Master's and Mistress's permission of course, but on my nights off, I get myself as pretty and as sexy as I can and I enjoy date nights with some very special friends. Brooke and I see each other regularly, going out to dinner and movies and dancing, as well as guest-starring on each other's websites. Mallory still hasn't found the courage to be open with his girlfriend Sarah, so our dates are more rare and discreet, but I quite enjoy how nervous and smitten he seems around me. Of course I don't love them in the way that I love Master, but they bring a different kind of joy to me, and I can be playful and at ease with them.
Master has also asked me to try to put down my journey in words, to best understand them for myself and perhaps for the benefit of others. And so I am writing, trying to share the bliss that my life has been completed with. I know it isn't easy to understand, sometimes not even for me. Now and again, someone will message me out of the blue, telling me that they saw Cheryl out on the town with some man that isn't me, and I'll feel the effect of my humiliation at being publicly cuckolded spread farther still, but I love how that makes me feel even more completely subject to Master's power and choices.
Every day can mean something new and exciting to me, as only Master's desires guide me, and so I wake every morning with eager anticipation. Only moments ago I started my day as I always do. I got myself dressed as Master had instructed, I prepared and served breakfast, and then kissed my wife goodbye and sent her out into the workday with a smile.
