Replacing Ruth Ch 03

Replacing Ruth - Chapter 3

WARNING

This story deals heavily with feminization, and includes scenes of humiliation and degradation. Those who are less comfortable with these issues are encouraged to leave now.

- Two months later -

I licked Adam's right ball vigorously. When I was done, I gently took it into my mouth and began to suck it softly. I was careful not to touch Adam's cock. I didn't want to violate the purity of the bet. Both of them were staring at me. Ruth bet that I could make Adam cum just by sucking his balls without touching his cock at all.

***

She lost the previous bet they conduct week ago. Then she bet that I could make Adam cum without touching any sexual organ on his body. For an hour, I licked and kissed his entire body, scratched him gently with my manicured nails, tickled him with my hair, that was now styled in an inverted bob hairstyle. At Ruth's instruction, I even sucked his thumb while maintaining erotic eye contact. When that didn't help either, I moved on to sucking his toe. We could see that he was aroused and stiff, but I couldn't make him cum. Towards Adam, Ruth put on a lighthearted show, as if losing the bet didn't bother her, but when Ruth went down the street to buy Adam the item he won in the bet, she turned to me with feigned kindness, "Sissy Eve, come with me, we'll go down and buy Adam the prize he won."

Just as we get to the stairs, she stopped me with a look that combined disappointment and anger, "You let me down today, Sissy Eve, I invest so much in you and teach you all the skills and secrets of how to be a real woman, and you fail at such a simple task. This is the last time you fail. Next time I'll have to think about replacing you. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

Of course I didn't want to. I've never been a particularly sociable person, but at this point in my life, Ruth and Adam were my whole world. I couldn't imagine myself without them. At this point I was also addicted to the amazing sex Adam was having with Ruth. And as a bonus, he let me watch them, of course after I had provided oral prep service to both of them.

"I promise to practice and get better." I replied.

You better keep your word and not make me lose another bet, especially in view of the financial consequences of such a loss for me."

"Of course." I said and nodded vigorously.

Ruth's gaze softened, "Okay, honey, we've already arrived at the store." She bought Adam the item they had bet on - a popsicle - and then we went back to Adam's place to give him the prize he had won.

At the sight of Adam licking the popsicle, Ruth's anger towards me rose again. "Sissy Eve, by the time Adam finishes his popsicle I want you to finish him off." I hurried over to Adam and got down on my knees. Without any restrictions I had no problem making him cum in my mouth within 2 minutes, and so I did

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The events of the previous bet were firmly etched in my mind now, and I didn't want to disappoint Ruth again. I took Adam's right ball out of my mouth, and then, carefully, without touching his cock, so as not to violate the purity of the bet, I took both balls into my mouth, and sucked them softly and gently While looking deeply into his kind eyes. Sucking Adam's balls affected me on a mental and symbolic level even more than sucking his cock. Male sperm is the sole component that a man contributes to the creation of life. This is the man's contribution to the existence of the human species. The balls are the source of sperm and hence, they are the essence of masculinity at the most basic and purest level. Sucking man's balls was the closest and most intimate with his masculinity. It made me feel closest to Adam's masculinity and at the same time, of course, the furthest from my masculinity. I fully connected to my feminine side, the one that contains, receives, serves. On my knees, dressed in a sexy nightgown, with a small cage that imprisoned my cock, I felt the most womanly in the world.

It didn't help me. Nor did all the techniques for pleasing a man that Ruth taught me. They were much more suited to sucking cock, and I couldn't find the winning formula to convert them to techniques for sucking balls. Don't get me wrong, Adam's penis was tense and erect, but I couldn't get it to climax. It was frustrating. I also tried the tongue piercing technique, but that didn't help either.

Maybe this is the right time to tell you about the tongue piercing Ruth chose for me. It was an earring in the shape of the cartoon character 'Hello Kitty'. Later, when Ruth replaced my cage with a smaller one, the 'Hello Kitty' logo was minted on my cage as well. Beyond the feminine and childish character, Kitty had no mouth. Ruth explained to me that when I'm Sissy Eve, I also have no mouth and no right to speak. Another evil and cruel trick of Ruth's. Putting the earring in my mouth, the same mouth that I don't have the right to use. It humiliated me and made me feel submissive, but it also excited me every time the pierced tongue inadvertently touched my mouth, and even more so when it touched Adam's penis.

In any case, the earring didn't help this time and both Ruth and I started to get frustrated. After a long time, Adam turned to Ruth, "What do you say, Ruth, can we declare a winner in the bet?" Ruth confirmed his statement with a seemingly graceful look, but I recognized a hint of frustration and anger in her eyes. She hated losing. And twice more in a row!

"Come on, Sissy Eve. Let's go get Adam his prize." Again, I recognized the frustration simmering in her under the calm exterior she was trying to present to Adam.

I went outside with her and then, on the way to Adam's house, it happened.

I received the first slap in my life.

"I've known for years that you're a failure as a man," she said in a venomous whisper, "but today. Today is the peak! Now you're also a failure as a sissy. I didn't know it was possible to fail at something like this, but apparently you have no bottom for humiliation. I'm so ashamed and disappointed of you. You're a real loser and I hate losers. Since the last loss, I've started thinking to myself. Why do I actually need him?" I noticed that when she's angry at me, she speaks of me in the masculine gender. "It's clear that he's not a man and doesn't satisfy me in bed. It's clear that he doesn't contribute at all to the household budget. Your expenses are higher than your income from your miserable job, especially now that they've cut your job to a third of a job. Today, after your additional failure, it's clear that you can't replace me at Adam's when I'm sick or on my period. I have no use for you. Don't come back to my house anymore." She finished speaking, turned her back on me, and started walking away, probably toward the store to buy Adam the prize.

I was shocked. Standing in the middle of the street, wearing a dress. My wallet, my cellphone, my house keys, everything was in her bag. I began wandering the avenue aimlessly and without any purpose. My thoughts wandered in all directions. I always knew that the house was hers. Her parents bought it for her and it is registered exclusively in her name. I was even required by Ruth's parents to sign some kind of document about this. I knew that I wouldn't be able to rent an apartment with my salary. Even before they cut my job, it wasn't enough, but now, after the cut, I couldn't even rent a room in a shared apartment. I remembered the feedback conversation with my department manager in which he cut my job. His words stuck like a knife in my heart, "I left you a One-third of a job because I want you to technically considered as an employee so I can watch Ruth at company events. I especially like her green-blue bikini that she always wears on our annual vacation at the regular resort. Without this I would have completely fired your ass."

I suddenly became very stressed. Wow. I realized that when my boss will understand that Roth is no longer with me, he will fire my ass completely.

The hours passed, the cold grew stronger and my thoughts depressed me. I felt exhausted and broken. I arrived at the park, found a public bench and crashed into it. I wondered if I would be able to get through the cold night on the bench in my current condition, with only a light dress covering my body. My apprehension grew when I saw park rangers walking around it to expel or arrest any strange and eccentric type who remained there in the evening hours. It could have ended even worse than that. A man, dressed in women's clothing, in the public park at night. It could have ended in arrest for loitering or even prostitution. I quickly got up from the bench, straightened my dress and walked away. I continued to wander the streets with no defined direction. Returning home was impossible. We lived more than ten miles away and I have no wallet or money for Public transportation. Sleeping in the park was out of the question. Finding a street corner was a dangerous option that could, given how I was dressed, even end in rape. I had only one option left.

I approached the house, checked that Ruth's car was no longer there. Apparently, the loss in the bet had driven her so crazy that she didn't stay for the night. And so, late at night, I found myself once again knocking on Adam's door.

When I saw his kind eyes as he opened the door, the dam broke and the tears flowed. I cried about the slap, the humiliation, the cold, about Ruth throwing me out, about the fact that I had no roof over my head, no place in the world, about my life that had gone so wrong. I burst into uncontrollable tears and couldn't speak or answer when he asked me what had happened. I realized that Ruth hadn't told him anything. He took me into his house, spread a blanket over me, and made me a cup of cocoa. How did he know that was exactly what I needed. What a man.

I slowly calmed down. I explained my situation to him while cuddling him. I felt a need to be in his arms. Only there did I feel safe. His kind eyes conveyed true empathy. Could it be that he also had feelings for me? Slowly I reached under the blanket and began to caress his thigh. He didn't resist. Suddenly I understand how the evening looked like form his side. He received an hour-long balls sucking, which aroused him, but left him frustrated. Ruth returned to his house with a prize on one hand and an attitude on the other. She must have left angry without giving him a relief. Then, when he was about to call it a night, I came and pestered him with my relationship problems and my tears. And he contained all of this with understanding and compassion. My heart went out for him. I had to make it up for the terrible evening my wife and I had put him through. I had been given a mission and a calling. I came to life.

I slowly increased the caresses and then I slid from the sofa to the carpet, positioning myself between his legs. When I started to take off his pants, he helped by lifting his buttocks. This was, of course, a very positive sign for me. When his cock was exposed, I kissed its head, locked eyes with Adam, and then, all at once, I broke eye contact and dived deep into his cock. Adam let out a sigh. It was so satisfying to hear him moan in pleasure from my services.

Suddenly it hit me. What false thoughts had crossed my mind just a few minutes ago about not having a place in the world. I found my place. It was between Adam's legs, kissing and stroking his cock, this is my place. This is my purpose. This is my calling. Peace reigned in my heart, thoughts and soul, and I got lost on his amazing and delicious cock. My man.

The days passed and I found my place in Adam's house. I served him in any way he asked, but Adam is a very easygoing person and he didn't ask for much. On my own initiative I started doing the house chores. cleaning the house, making meals and doing the laundry. I waited to hear Adam's car alarm beep when he came home from work and immediately ran to wait for him on my knees by the front door. He didn't ask for it. I initiated it. I felt that this was the right way to receive the man of the house. He always seemed a little surprised to see me waiting for him like this, but then his kind eyes softened and he stroked my hair with genuine affection and sympathetically called me a good sissy. I rubbed my butt in gratitude.

I quit my job, more precise, I was fired because I simply didn't show up. I didn't need the money either. I lived in Adam's house and he took care of all my needs. I didn't lack anything. Adam served as VP R&D, director of the London branch and also a co-founder and shareholder in a developing biotech company. Money was not an issue.

Adam did not give up his affection for women. Every few days he would go on dates, most of which ended up at his house. This is probably why Adam did not allow me to live in the main house itself but in the basement, which was definitely enough for all my limited needs.

On days when Adam went out with a girl, he would send me a short text with one word "date". At first, my face would fall when I read the message, but slowly I got used to it. That's his right. He didn't make me his sissy and he certainly didn't promise me exclusivity. A man like him shouldn't be satisfied with a abject sissy like me.

When I internalized this, everything became easier. I accepted my place and came to terms with him. My role is to make him happy in any way he wants. Sometimes it's with my lips, hands, and other body parts, and sometimes it's simply serving him by doing chores and making his life more enjoyable. From that moment on, every time I received the text message "date", instead of sinking into depression, I would immediately start organizing the house. Thoroughly wash the floor. Chill a good wine in the refrigerator. prepare the ice bucket and two glasses at the entrance. Change the bed linens, pick flowers in the yard and scatter them throughout the house and especially on the bed. Arrange new, fresh towels in blue and pink by the Jacuzzi, and make sure it is at exact right temperature that Adam likes.

When I heard Adam arrive with his sweetheart for that evening, I would quickly escape to my room in the basement and begin 'stage two'. The listening stage. I would Clutch my ear to the ventilation pipe and hear the sounds from all over the house. The constant admiration from the house at the entrance, the clicking of high heels on the way to the living room, the splashing of the Jacuzzi, the kissing and making out in the Jacuzzi, in which some of the more naughty ones had already tasted his penis. Wow, how much I wanted to be in their Shoes and taste his penis in my mouth. But most of all I loved and envied the sounds of love making in his bed. I imagined myself there with him, We penetrated, moaning, sucking, loving, getting fucked. Luckily the cage was on me, otherwise I would have come several times.

Some of the woman were one night stand and the others were regulars, like Ruth. One time when Ruth came she was amazed by the tidy house. "Who arranged the house like that, with the Flowers and all? It couldn't be you."

Adam tried to dodge but suddenly her eyes snapped open with a knowing look. "Sissy Eve," she said with a knowing smile, "Where are you hiding her? Is she here? At home? I want to see her! Call her here."

He sighed and called the basement on the Internal intercom. "Come to the living room. There's someone who wants to see you."

I ran up the stairs and waited in the living room with my hands clasped behind my back. They entered together. Ruth gave me a dadgum look. "So this is where you've been hiding since I dumped you. You ran to your owner. I should have guessed. It's really the most natural thing for a sissy like you to do. Living in his owner's basement and become his housekeeper."

I didn't respond. There was nothing to respond to. She's absolutely right.

"I'll go get us all something to drink," Adam said, trying to break the awkward silence that had ensued.

When he left, a look of contempt and disdain came over Ruth's face. She took advantage of his absence to sting and hurt me in the most humiliating and degrading way she could.

"You need to see yourself as he enters the room. Your whole body turns to him, you look like a meerkat facing the sun, your whole body opens up to him. Your legs automatically open in his direction and your lips open too. I'm sure your asshole opens up as well. It's in your subconscious. Your eyes stare at him longingly and don't leave him as if they're glued to him.

Your entire being is focused only on him. You're so quiet it's embarrassing. His dog is less excited when he enters and less submissive to him. It's so clear that if he just gives you the slightest hint, you immediately go down on your knees for him.

You're such a hooked up sissy that it's embarrassing. It's embarrassing how I used to be married to you. How I used to think you were a man. How you thought you were a man. It's unclear. How you managed to fool everyone including yourself for such a long time.

What a tamed sissy You're becoming. You're really addicted to your master.

What will you do now that he's been promoted and is going to manage the company's headquarters in the US?"

The words were snatched from my mouth. At that very moment, Adam walked back into the living room. He turned to Ruth with suppressed anger, "It was only yesterday that it was finally closed. I haven't talked to her about it yet."

Then he turned to me, "That's right. In a month, I'm leaving to manage the company from the US. There are a few options for you that I've been thinking about. I wanted to hear what you think and want."

"It's clear," I interrupted my owner unusually, "I want to be by your side."

"He's so cute and loyal to you, like a tiny weak puppy, who knows he can't make it on his own, without his master hand that feeds him."

Adam ignored her and continued, "It's not that simple, sweet Eve, I've already checked and you don't have a visa. You're also not eligible for a visa because of an incident in your past that you're probably aware of."

I knew what he was talking about. When I was eighteen, I worked without a work permit. I was caught and deported without possibility of getting a visa in the future.

"What? What's this about?" Ruth asked excitedly, eager to find more offensive and demeaning dirt on me.

Adam ignored her again and continued, "There's of course the possibility that you'll just go back to being, you know, you. like before you met me. A free and independent man."

"That won't work," I said sadly, "I'm not that person anymore, today I'm a sissy. And a sissy must belong and be submissive to her owner."

Ruth shook her head and muttered in disbelief, "No way, no way. Such a slut. So pathetic."

Adam looked at her sternly, as if to say, 'don't hurt my protégé', and continued to talk to me, "You can, of course, choose other owner to belong to. The natural option is Ruth. After all, she's your wife."

We both automatically shook our heads. She threw me out of the house and didn't want me to come back. She was ashamed of me, and therefore ashamed of herself for being married to such a pathetic looser who isn't a man. For me, that wasn't an option at all. Life with Ruth reminded me too much of my vinyl life. I'm not at that place anymore. In addition, since she realized that I was a total sissy, Ruth has turned out to be a critical, mocking, and arrogant bitch. I don't want her to be my owner. Suddenly, all at once, I understood the distance that had opened up between us.

"Then there's only one option left," Adam said, "an auction."

Both Ruth and I opened our eyes wide in astonishment. She recovered first, "What's an auction?"

When Sissy was forced to part ways from his owner, he could be put up for auction. There's a professional company that specializes in just that. It turns out it's quite common among the relevant community.