It's gotten to the point that I'm chained to my obsession to a fat bottomed girl. I've allowed myself to be molded into that mate Sheila wanted. I mean before Sheila I was a woman chaser. A woman with a big ass fascinated me, aroused me, and now I'm a slave to my fetish. Sheila dominates every aspect of my life. Me queering off for her is just another way for me to show my submission and devotion. Her feminization of me and my relinquishing my masculinity enhanced Her control.
My girl friend with her fine fat ass has me sucking the cock of her friend's man Mike before and after he fucks my woman. A cock sucking cuckold is what she calls me. I considered that for a while and came to the realization that there was no denying it. More than one of Sheila's friends had witnessed me kneeling in front of Mike and pulling his pants down so I could access his cock. A couple murmured their appreciation of Sheila's control over me while one called me a cock sucker. And Mike. Normally submissive to Bev acts dominant with me. But why should he not? After all, he's fucking my woman and has me sucking his cock in gratitude.
My dick hardened at the memory and I tried to understand why that was. What excited me? Was it the mental image of Mike's cock in my mouth? Was it being watched and humiliated? I concluded that it was probably the combination of being naked in front of those completely dressed women and doing something so nasty.
For that matter, why was I completely naked all the time when not at work or outside? I struggled with what I'd allowed Sheila to turn me into as I absently rubbed my hairless crotch with one hand and drank with the other.
There was going to be no turning back to what most people call normal between Sheila and I. She would not permit that and I knew I wouldn't insist because it was not my place to insist on anything. I felt fortunate to be her male partner and willingly submit to Her.
I had willingly tossed out my male underwear and replaced them with panties at her request. It seemed to me that my boxers weren't the only thing I'd tossed out. My masculinity went with them. Sheila's happiness gave me pleasure and, for me, winning her approval is addicting.
It took some time but Sheila convinced me that I'd been a submissive male all along. Regardless, inwardly I know it's who I am now.
My thoughts again turned to Mike and his big cock. Sucking it was one thing and I confess I enjoy pleasing Mike and his cock while Bev and Sheila titter out their approval. The first time I'd done it strictly to make Sheila happy but it's now almost routine. There is no longer any hesitation in me when it comes to being Mike's cock sucker. Taking his cum from that wonderful source or cleaning the pussies of Sheila and Bev after he fucks them into blissful orgasms. I like the taste. I have come to savor the manliness of his sperm over that of my own. But now Sheila mentioned having Mike use my ass to get off and that was something entirely different.
Yes, I wanted to please Sheila and I did enjoy Mike's company. The angst I feel watching him please my Lady is only surpassed by the pride I felt at being there assisting in her pleasure. Sheila tells me that this is but one of truest forms of submission. It's proof to Her that I only want Her to be pleased.
But I'm confused. How did I so willingly perform acts that once would have been disgusting to me? Why do I get hard thinking of Bev and Sheila watching me suck Mike's big cock? And why I wondered, did I so eagerly acquiesce to Sheila's suggestion that I start wearing woman's panties when I was permitted to wear clothes?
I turned to the internet for answers and for an hour or more I read articles, opinions and stories. I was shocked at what it told me I'd become and what I was. Many sites and stories described me as a sissy cuckold. I found that to both Men and Women, I'm not considered Man in the accepted sense. By consensus of both I'm thought of as a beta male. I am there to please my mistress and her Real Men. According to the internet, my pleasure would come from being there for others. My release was unimportant. It would be my duty to avail myself to Sheila's whims and those of her guests.
I was absolutely stunned by the revelation.
I went to chat sites on adult sex and began to interface with people who are familiar with my predicament. I got sympathy from a couple guys who described their relationship in terms similar to my own. One gentleman who went by the handle "Daddy", wanted me to skype him.
I did skype him and as He spoke to me, it was clear that I was beneath him in the hierarchy of Real Men versus sissies. He had me show him what I was wearing and laughed knowingly when he saw me in my panties. Worse, my dick was hard and He noticed that immediately. He told me I liked being a submissive. That being a sissy was who I am and that He wanted to come over and have me suck His cock before He fucked what he called my boi pussy.
He showed me His Manhood and what a cock it was. I could tell that seeing me in my panties made Him hard and He fisted it, bringing pre-cum to the large plum-shaped head.
Had He been at my home I knew I would have gladly dropped to my knees and made loud, wet love to His magnificent cock. Then I thought about inviting Him to fuck Sheila. I knew She chose Her own Men so I erased that thought quickly.
My tormentor wanted me to pull my panties down just below my balls and masturbate while looking at His cock. Without a second thought I did as I was told. Beating off over skype had become second nature to me by now and all the thoughts that I'd had made me horny.
I locked my gaze on His cock as I sexily squirmed and pulled my panties down. My dick throbbed and I slowly jacked myself lost in the thought of what it would be like to kneel before such a wonderful cock.
My Man friend pulled his PC back so he could see me looking at His cock and I could see Him. His smirk told me all I needed to know. He was a Real Man and I was a faggot sissy.
His balls were enormous and I could imagine myself lapping at His sack while holding that cock. I wanted it. I wanted to please Him, suck Him, and let Him fuck me.
His laughter only spurred me into jacking myself faster and I soon filled my hand with my sperm. Without even thinking, I brought my cum filled hand to my mouth and looked Him in the eyes as I licked and lapped up my spending.
He only laughed cruelly as He ended our session and my screen went dark.
I left the computer in tears, silently sobbing as I cleaned myself up, changed into dry panties and powdered my privates, chest, and legs.
Pulling up and nice pale pink bikini panty, I laid down in my bed and thought about what had just happened on the internet. I decided to try to stop thinking about His big cock and turned my thoughts to my Lady.
My mind raced as my memory brought forth the images of Sheila's big wide ass. My breath became shallow and rapid as I remembered how it felt to kneel and kiss and lick her large buttocks. My dick throbbed once again remembering how grateful I was when she'd reward me by allowing me to slide my dick between those cheeks until I came on her back. I remembered how pleased Sheila was that I no longer needed to be prompted to lick my sperm from her porcelain body. I saw the smile she beamed as I ate my cum from my hand after masturbating for her and her Lady friends. I stroked my dick through the panty knowing I was going to masturbate again this night.
I decided to call my Lady and express my thoughts about her turning me into a sissy cuckold.
An hour later I felt a little better. Sheila explained to me that she was no magician. She couldn't turn me into anything I wasn't.
Her words made sense. Of course she didn't perform any magic ritual. All she had to do, she told me, was to shimmy her big fat ass I my face and I'd do anything do make her happy.
God but she was right.
Sheila had gone on tell me that she lost three prospective male friends because they wouldn't do the things for her that I found so easy. She told me I was special. She told me she loved me. She told me nature had intended for me to be submissive and not to fight it. Sheila told me I was a natural cock sucker and asked me to deny it.
I couldn't. I admitted to her that yes, I did enjoy sucking Mike's cock. I also fessed up that although I suffered some pangs of jealously watching her cum from the fucking his big cock gave her, I knew it was not my place to interfere with those things that brought her pleasure.
Sheila told me that my understanding that is what makes me precious to Her.
She assured me that I brought her pleasure by loving her for who She is and for demonstrating my devotion to Her by performing depraved acts for Her and others.
When She asked me what I was wearing as we talked, I told her the truth about the pale pink panty I'd put on.
She laughed at that. She told me that I was slow to understand that She was giving me what I needed. She was allowing me to free to be what I truly am. Sheila told me how happy Bev is that I became Mike's cock sucker. She shared Bev's secret that Bev hated sucking cocks and that having me as her surrogate relieved her of that duty she felt was so disgusting.
I blushed when Sheila told me how quickly she became aware that I would suck cocks for her. When she had me eat my first load after masturbating for her she said it was only a matter of time and planning. We both laughed as she remembered how happy I seemed to be when I gave Mike that blow job in front of her friends. She called me a little showoff.
Towards the end of our talk Sheila suggested to me that she would like to see me grow my hair out long and think about polishing my nails. I had to catch my breath when Sheila said she was going to teach me how to apply make-up for special occasions and maybe I should acquire some thigh high nylons to go with my panties.
She calmed me as I tried to resist and object. Sheila knew what buttons to push and reassured me that I would always be a male in her eyes but not so much in the eyes of Her friends. She told me that what they thought about me mattered not in the least to Her but for me to never forget that She loved me for who and what I am.