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I had met you, Ronnie, in the office and, while you were getting coffee, I had a quick look in your diary and was not really surprised to find references to a whole new personality. You seemed to have a feminine side which you referred to as 'Jacquie'. I smiled to myself. With your delicate build and features you looked as much a 'Jacquie' as a Ronnie!!! When you returned I greeted you as Jacquie and you paled with shock. You were so frightened of your secret getting out that you agreed to do anything I demanded. I thought that dinner at your house would be nice for a start. I wondered what your wife Kathy would think of Jacquie. I told you to ring her and to tell her that I was coming for dinner and that, whether or not she usually wore obviously sexy clothes she was to be sure to dress up. I told you that I would be exploring the relationship between your wife and yourself in some detail and that I would feel free to do or ask anything to either of them that I liked, I knew that I had you, as you were so afraid of exposure that you would agree to anything. To press home my advantage I asked you to describe your wife's tits and cunt to me in absolute detail so that I could imagine them if I shut my eyes. You shuddered but in a halting voice did as I asked,

"My wife has a nice cunt. It is very well shaped and always smells clean for me. It has a thick bush which she usually allows to grow without much trimming. It is quick to get wet and has a nice taste"

I smiled and pressed you further,

"And your pretty wife's tits, what about those?"

You blushed and looked at your feet before muttering,

"She has 36C breasts with big nipples."

I just looked at you and laughed scornfully, dismissing you.

I arrive at your house in good time for dinner. Ronnie/Jacquie opens the door apprehensively. You are very scared as I enter your house, knowing that I am attracted to your wife and also knowing that I can have her any time I want and that you cannot stop me. The thought thrills you but also strangely excites you. You are dressed casually in an open-necked shirt and slacks. I enter the hall and to let you know immediately how the evening is going to go I cup your balls and, smiling into your terrified but reluctantly excited eyes, slowly and luxuriously feel you up. Your little prick hardens under my caress and I begin to gently wank you. You begin to pant gently and I slip a finger between your cute red lips and make you suck it in your own hall as I play with your little prick.

"Now, Jacquie, " I say maliciously, "take me in and introduce me to your pretty little wife. I can't wait to get to know her better."

I release your prick and withdraw my finger from between your lips. My attentions have left you very pale and breathing heavily. I smile at you and go in and allow you to nervously introduce me to your young wife. I look her over from head to foot assimilating her clothes and imagining her sexy underwear. You know that Kathy is wet right now with the attention I am giving her. I look at her prominent tits which are, to your eyes nice and firm and seem even perkier than normal. You can tell that her nipples are hard.

Following my instructions you had to ask her to dress very sexy today for my visit and despite herself, the thought turned her on. She never said a word but you can tell that she is excited by the way she smells, by the hardness of her nipples and the extra sway of her hips as she walks. You can actually smell her cunt. Putting all that together you know that Kathy is extremely excited. You know that your wife is excited at the thought of a dominant sexy man in the house after living with a submissive sissy over whom she has easy control.

I had ordered you to tell her to pick out something sexy and she has chosen an incredibly tight and short little black spandex miniskirt which moulds perfectly to her ass. She is wearing no panties, just a pair of black seamed stockings and black garters. Her heels are spiked and at least four inches high. Her toes are painted a deep red and they stick out of her open-toed high-heeled shoes showing even through the black stockings. She is wearing a white sheer tube top which does nothing to hide her breasts. It is as if they are on display. Her big firm tits are outlined perfectly and her nipples are clearly visible through the sheer flimsy fabric.

She is wearing very hot red lipstick to match her toenails and her fingernails are painted that same blazing colour. Her pouty lips are quivering slightly in excitement as she keeps her eyes fixed on me. It is clear that I am running the show and she defers to me without a thought for you, her husband.

I take her hand but instead of shaking it I pull her to me and give her at first a gentle and then a demanding kiss. She tries to escape and I hear you gasp in protest. I look at you over her shoulder without releasing your wife's lips and that one look compels your silent acquiescence of my molesting your childhood sweetheart. I press gently until her lips reluctantly open under mine and I slowly and comprehensively ravish her sweet young mouth, slipping one hand down on to her bottom and moulding her full buttock in front to of your eyes. I play with her for as long as I feel like and then suddenly release her and step back. She stands gasping, pale and trembling.

After I have kissed her she is surprised and confused about what to do. Her eyes meet yours for a moment and then I look at you as well, saying

"Jacquie, get me a drink and fix yourself one as well. You will have a pink lady. I think I remember reading in your diary about how you like those, didn't I? Oh, and slip into something a bit more comfortable. Why not put on the little peach outfit you keep hidden behind the loose board in the reading room? Hurry back Jacquie, I will be getting to know Kathy while you are gone."

You look at me hoping for mercy, wanting to crawl under a rock but there is no escape. You am trapped and you know it. As you turn to go into the kitchen you see me grope Kathy's ass as she walks ahead of me. She shudders and tries to move away but my hands roams over her ass despite her feeble protests. You hear me talking to her but can't quite make out the words. You listen tensely for a moment from the other room until you hear me say,

"Jacquie, are you dressed yet?"

You know that I was aware of your lingering and you hustle to get the drinks and change. When you return you are carrying your sissy drink and my manly drink and you are wearing a peach baby doll nighty and panties. Kathy is shocked at your appearance but I don't giver her a chance to think. I tell her that she and I are going out dancing. You protest and I punch you in the stomach. As you are bent over and gasping for breath I take a pair of cuffs out of my briefcase and put your hands through the wooden arm on your heavy mahogany couch. I then cuff you to it. You are unable to move the heavy couch and are forced to remain on your knees. I tell Kathy to remove my pants and she stares at you and then at me, wondering what to do. I tell her that things will go easier on you if she does. She still hesitates and so slap your face relatively gently a few times. You whimper and begin to cry. Kathy falls to her knees and takes off my pants. My cock is huge and is nicely outlined in my briefs. I have her remove my briefs and she slides them off slowly and reluctantly. My cock sticks out towards her and nearly pokes her in the face. I tell Kathy to bring one of your credit cards because the night is going to be on Jacquie and she leaves the room to look for it without comment.

While Kathy is out of the room looking for the credit card I cross to the settee and sit down beside you with a nasty smile. You look up at me with fear in your eyes. Although you are kneeling uncomfortably with your hands handcuffed through the mahogany arm of the settee you can still move a little. I am naked below the waist with my briefs on the floor beside me.

"Spread your legs, " I order brusquely.

You are so frightened that you do not hesitate but separate your thighs until you are kneeling on widely spread thighs. As I look into your eyes I reach down and cup your balls, squeezing until you gasp with pain. I can see the tears of anguish gathering in the corners of your cloudy eyes. I smile down at my pretty little captive and you look up fearfully. My smile becomes a little nastier as I caress your balls, moving up to your little prick which, despite yourself has stiffened under my attention. As I grin down at you I begin to steadily wank you, playing with your reluctant body and enjoying your fear. I continue to wank you until you begin to gasp and then I slow up. Stimulating you has made my prick begin to stiffen and it is now semi-hard.

"Open your cocksucking lips, sissy, " I order bluntly.

You shake your head in horror but without hesitating I slap you hard across the face with my open hand. You begin to cry quietly.

"Now, open your lips or I will really hurt you, " I say with some menace.

Despite yourself, your cute red lips reluctantly open and I feed my half-stiff prick between them and into the reluctantly welcoming warmth of your mouth.

"Now, get sucking and do it properly if you don't want to get hurt, " I say and you begin to reluctantly suck me off.

My prick rapidly hardens under your attention and, putting one hand at the back of your head and using it to control you, I begin to slowly and deliberately fuck your mouth at the same time reaching for your stiff little prick and starting to wank you again. I know that Kathy will be down soon and I make no effort to prolong matters but steadily speed up until your gasping breath around my prick tells me that you have cum in your panties. My prick is now stiff between your soft wet lips and the regular sucking together with the brushing of the tip of my stiff organ on your palate rapidly brings me on. I can feel the pressure building in my balls and I make no attempt to hold back my ejaculation. Your eyes widen as you feel the spasm in my prick but I hold your head firmly fixing your reluctant lips around my prick as I begin to cum in your mouth. I enjoy the fear in your wide eyes as I watch your throat jerking convulsively as you swallow my cum. My prick begins to soften and I slowly withdraw it smiling down at you as I do so.

"Did you enjoy that, you little cocksucker?" I ask maliciously?

You continue to gulp, trying to swallow my cum but a thin trickle of white runs from the corner of your mouth and is the first thing Kathy sees as she hurries in with your credit card.

"Oh, my God!!" she gasps, looking at your blushing face.

"Come over here and pick up my briefs, " I order her and she tip-taps over on her high heels her cute bottom twitching from side to side sexily as she walks bending to pick up my underwear in her little hand. I watch with pleasure as the curves of her young body strain the fabric of the rather inadequate sexy slutty clothes I have forced her to wear.

Her eyes are wide as she wonders what is going to happen. I tell me to open your mouth but you do not. I slap you across the face with my open hand and I begin to whimper again. This time when I tell me to open your mouth you do immediately. I look at Kathy,

"Now, darling, " I say nastily, "push my shorts into your husband's mouth. If you don't I will really hurt him"

With a look of repugnance on her face she forces my underwear into your mouth and I then put a piece of tape over your lips. My underwear is trapped and held in your mouth. It smells masculine and tastes cottony in your mouth. You gag a bit and then begin to get used to it. I look with pleasure at it bulging your cheeks and I enjoy the fear in your staring eyes. I slip my trousers on and take the credit card from Kathy. I spin her so that she is in my arms with her back against me and I slip my hands under her arms and cup her full breasts through her thin tube-top. I can sense her reluctance at allowing herself to be molested in front of her helpless husband but I can also smell her excitement. As I casually feel your wife's pretty tits I look down at you, still with a trail of my cum running down your chin. "Don't expect Kathy and I back for a while, sissy, " I say with a smile as I squeeze and mould the firm flesh of your wife's tits, "we may go on to a club after dinner and dancing. We will see you later."

As the door shuts you kneel in your panties with my underwear bunched up in your mouth and my cum running down your chin wondering what the two of us will do while we are out and what will happen when we return.

Several hours later in the early hours of the morning you hear the front door open. You are very stiff as you have been held in such an uncomfortable position for so long. You look anxiously at the dining room door hearing noises in the hall. You can hear your wife's quiet voice apparently pleading and you wonder with sick anxiety what is being done to her, what is happening. At last the door opens and your pretty young wife enters, partly supported by me. I lead her to the settee and gently sit her down beside you. As I walk her across the room my hand is under her arm and I am holding her by the breast which I give a little squeeze as I see you watching us. You can tell, just by looking at Kathy, that she is slightly drunk.

I lean down and with a sharp tug, rip the tape from your mouth and watch with amusement as you use your cuffed hands to pull my underwear from your mouth. I hear you give a big sigh of relief.

"Well, sissy, " I smile, "have you enjoyed your evening?"

You look up at me with hatred in your eyes but do not answer. I gently but firmly slap you across the face and the noise of the slap in the quiet room makes Kathy jump. The red marks of my fingers stand out on your pale cheek.

"You are really going to have to learn to be polite, you know, " I say pleasantly.

"It has been a horrible evening, " you burst out with tears in your eyes, " I have been so uncomfortable and I have been scared about what you were doing to my wife."

I look down at you and laugh. Kathy is sitting on the settee beside you with her head back and her eyes closed. Her make-up is slightly smeared and she looks well-used. Her tube-top has crumpled until it is high on her stomach rolled just below her full firm breasts, the nipples of which are prominent through the material and her short spandex miniskirt is now even shorter as it has ridden up on her thighs as she sits carelessly beside you, her thighs splayed. There is a run in one of her stockings.

I release you from the handcuffs and allow you to stand and stretch as I sit down on the settee beside your wife. I make you stand in front of us in your nightie and soiled panties as I lie back and look up at you. I can see you trembling and your eyes widen as I casually put my hand on the inside of your wife's nearer thigh will above her knee at the level of the top of her stocking. My thumb is just below her cunt and I begin to slowly caress her thigh as I talk to you. Kathy gives a sigh and wakes from the slight doze she had fallen into when I put her on the settee. She looks a little startled to see you standing in front of us and flushes a little as she looks down helplessly to see my hand caressing her under her skirt. She reaches down and grasps my wrist to try to move my hand but I pinch the soft flesh of her inner thigh between thumb and forefinger and twist it warningly. She gasps loudly in pain and her hand drops nervelessly from my wrist to lie beside her on the settee. I see you stiffen and I grin up at you as I go back to caressing your wife's sexy thigh right in front of you.

"Go and make us some coffee, sissy, your wife needs to sober up a bit" I order, "and then come back and stand in front of us. While we drink it, Kathy can be telling you what she has been getting up to this evening."

You don't even bother to argue but leave the room with dragging steps on your way to the kitchen. I watch you go with a smile and then turn with relish to your slightly-tipsy wife sprawled on the settee beside me. I know, because I have planned it, that she is just drunk enough to have blunted all her inhibitions but not so far gone as to dull her reactions. I tilt her chin up, turning her head towards me and look into her misty eyes.

"Come on, wake up Kathy, " I say with some authority, "your husband has gone to make the coffee. I want you alert by the time he gets back."

There was very little response so, sighing, I slip my arm round the back of her neck and down the top of her tight tube-top. I squeeze the flesh of her breast tightly before slipping my thumb and forefinger down the smooth slopes of her tit to the nipple which I grasp between thumb and forefinger and begin to twist. She gasps with pain and her blue eyes clear and look with shock back in to mine.

"Now concentrate!!" I snap.

This is the sight that greets you as you come back into the room carrying a tray with our coffee. I laugh as I look at you,

"Just look at your husband Kathy, " I say with a smile, "dressed in his cute nightie and serving us. Don't you think he makes a pretty little maid?"

I sense you both stiffen, you with embarrassment and your wife with some horror, and perhaps a little sympathy for your plight. If there is any sympathy I intend to remove it before long! I see with pleasure that you have only brought two cups. I make you serve Kathy and I putting the coffee cups down on two little tables at either end of the settee. I slip my arm from around your wife and sit up to drink my coffee, considering you carefully. You stand, watching me fearfully.

"We have had an exciting, exhausting evening Jacquie darling, " I say maliciously watching you blush again at the endearment. It never fails!! "I think it would be very hospitable if you got Kathy and I some brandy, then come back and kneel in front of your pretty little slut of a wife."

Again you are too intimidated to argue and you bring us brandy in nice crystal glasses, carefully placing it beside our coffee cups. I look with pleasure at the soft golden glow of the brandy in the subdued lighting and nod at the floor in front of Kathy.

"I told you to kneel in front of your wife, cocksucker, " I said quietly, "don't make me have to tell you again."

You take one look at my face and slip to your knees on the carpet in front of Kathy. I put my left hand on the inside of Kathy's right leg just above the knee and slowly exert pressure, pulling her thigh towards me and pulling up her tight spandex miniskirt until it is riding high on her thighs just below her crotch. She is not properly compliant but is too afraid to really resist. I grasp the soft flesh of her inner upper thigh between thumb and forefinger and give it a vicious twist. She gasps with pain and your eyes widen in shock.

"Open your legs wide, slut, " I order and she immediately now does as she is told. I smile at her and released her thigh.

"That wasn't so very hard was it?" I ask her, "do as you are told when you are told and I won't hurt you."

Kathy looks at me, her cheeks flaming but with her thighs spread. I turn my attention back to you.

"Now, Jacquie, just look straight up between your wife's thighs to her bare gaping cunt, " I order, "and don't move your eyes away until I tell you that you can."

Expecting to be obeyed I turn for a sip of brandy and some coffee. When I look back at you I find that you are still looking down at the floor in front of you. I begin to get annoyed.

"Do as you are told, sissy, " I say more sharply, "look straight between your wife's pretty legs at her slutty cunt!!"

You still do not move but I can see that you are trying to say something. I wait a moment but no words come out. I am now really beginning to lose patience

"Well?" I demand brusquely.

Finally you get it out in a quiet broken voice.

"Please don't make me, please leave me alone. I am so ashamed."

I sigh, knowing really that I had expected it to come to this in the end. I put my coffee cup down and stand, aware of you both looking up at me fearfully. I bend down a little and suddenly slap you hard across the face with my open hand. The slap sounds like a pistol shot in the quiet room and I hear you both give a simultaneous gasp, you of pain and shock and Kathy of horror.

"Listen to me, you little sissy, " I say quietly, "You will learn very quickly to do as you are told or you will suffer. I would punch a man but a pretty little girl like you I slap. A sissy must always obey his Master and I am your Master. You will learn your place one way or the other before the night is over. Always remember, I don't mind hurting you, in fact I enjoy it."

I look down at you, at the red marks of my fingers prominent on your pale cheek and glance at Kathy who looks back fearfully.

"Now, look between your wife's thighs, which I have made her spread, up at her cunt and don't move your eyes until I tell you that you can."

I can see a look of defeated resignation in your eyes as they slowly rise from the carpet to first the settee and the higher until you cannot pretend any longer. You are following your Master's orders like the sissy you are and looking from your knees straight into your wife's cunt between her thighs which have been spread without your consent by another man. I grin down at you and, putting a hand on each of Kathy's knees spread her thighs wider so that her cunt gapes.

"Look at this cocksucker, " I say with a smile.

Using the fingers of my left hand I spread open the fleshy outer lips of your wife's cunt as you watch dumbly, too afraid to interfere. You can now see right inside her wet hole and as you look, to your horror you see a trail of slimy white cum leak from her cunt down the crack of her arse on to the cushions of the settee. You watch me dip a finger of my other hand into your wife's wet gaping slit and slowly finger-fuck the gasping girl. I withdraw my finger, covered in slimy cum and smile down at you. You know what is coming next instinctively and I can see tears forming in your eyes.

"Open your mouth sissy, " I order.

You do not move but I can see the tears on your cheeks. I sigh and slap you again hard on the cheek with my cum-covered fingers. You begin to cry in earnest now, your shoulders heaving with racking sobs. I glance at your wife and I can see the beginnings of disgust at your sissy behaviour starting to appear in her wide blue eyes. I look back at you and the marks of my fingers are startlingly clear on your cheek which now also displays small globules of white cum that you are too afraid to wipe away. I slip my hand between Kathy's thighs again and begin to finger-fuck her wet sloppy cunt until my fingers are thoroughly coated with cum and, pulling you towards me on your knees by your hair, I wipe my fingers across your closed resistant lips and, smiling into you tear- filled eyes, I force your mouth open and push my slimy fingers between your reluctant lips. I look down at you as you kneel, half bent forward in an uncomfortable position with my dirty fingers in your mouth. I work my fingers around in your mouth and ignore you as you gag against them and when I pull them out they are completely clean. I smile at your shocked wife.

"What do you think of your sissy husband now, Kathy?" I ask her.

She looks down at you with the distaste and disgust more clear than ever in her shocked baby-blue eyes. I decide that it is time to finish all of your resistance and disobedience for good. I look down at you as you kneel in front of us and I begin to speak to you quietly. As you listen, horror and fear come into your eyes which, following my orders are still fixed on your wife's gaping cunt.

"Listen to me sissy, " I begin, "you have some hard lessons to learn. As a sissy you are totally subservient to and will obey the orders of your Master and from now on of your wife as well. You need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to survive. Your function as a sissy is not to question orders, not even to think, but to obey immediately without question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned that lesson."

I stand up and take off my leather belt. I can see you watching me fearfully. Reaching down I wind my fingers in your soft effeminate hair and pull you across the arm of the settee. You do not really resist or struggle as you are taken too much by surprise but your flailing arm knocks over the small coffee table and my coffee cup and brandy glass fall, spilling their contents and staining your nice light carpet. I fold my belt in two making it a convenient length and raise your nightie baring your pantie-clad arse. I can feel you trembling as you look almost unseeingly at the stains on the carpet which appear to have become the centre of your universe. I glance at Kathy who is watching seeming rather more disgusted by your sissy behaviour and lack of fight than worried about you.

"This is how I deal with disobedient sissy-sluts Kathy, " I say.

I begin to thrash the trembling plump white arse so inadequately concealed by the flimsy panties, spread out over the arm of the settee. I start relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes in the same place and as your arse reddens under the thin nylon I begin to increase the force. At first you begin to wriggle gasping with each stroke but I hold you firmly with my fingers twisted in your hair. Your arse begins to be more clearly marked by the strokes of the leather belt and your gasps become wordless moans as I continue your punishment. I increase the force of my stroke more and you begin to emit wordless screams as each blow lands. I vary my target, thrashing the tops of your plump thighs as well as your now fiery arse. You are screaming loudly now and I feel that you have had about as much as you can take and that your resistance is really at an end. I let go of your hair and push you to your feet. You stand in front of me on wobbly legs with tears ran down your face from puffed up eyes. You are crying like a girl and I glance at Kathy to see her looking at you with the disgust even more clear in her eyes.

"Well, cocksucker, " I say conversationally, looking up at your trembling form, "have you learned your lesson?"

You cannot get the words out as you are sobbing too much but you hesitantly nod your head. I slip my hand between your wife's thighs again and begin to deeply finger-fuck her, brushing her clitoris with my thumb and making her hips twitch. It is clear the watching you being thrashed has turned her on more than a little. When my fingers are thoroughly coated with cum I gently pull them from your wife's twitching grasping cunt and look at you.

"Now, Jacquie, open your mouth and suck the cum off my fingers like a good little girl, " I order.

Stomach churning with shame and defeat you know that you have no alternative and you slowly open you mouth accepting my slimy fingers. I slowly and deeply fuck your mouth with my fingers, enjoying the sight of your red lips wrapped around them. Coated by cum your red lips look as though they have has shiny lip-gloss applied to them. I smile down at you as I draw my clean fingers from your relieved mouth. Your relief is to be short-lived.

"Now, sissy, I want you to eat the cum from your wife's cunt while she tells you about our night out on the town." I say.

You look at me helplessly and I hear Kathy gasp but you are totally defeated now with no initiative left. You shuffle forward on your knees between your wife's thighs and bend forward to begin your task. The incredibly powerful aroma of stale cum makes your eyes water as your face nears your wife's cum-filled cunt and you hesitate. I lose patience with you and, winding my fingers in your hair again, pulling your head forward and pressing your face hard into your wife's hairy cunt. Your face is quickly covered with cum and you begin to lick your wife out. I release your hair and you carry on, not daring to hesitate. I look down at you seeing your frightened eyes glance up to mine without taking your mouth from your wife's wet slit.

"Now you little girlie cocksucker, " I say, "just keep licking your wife out and listen to her. Don't stop or the thrashing you have just had will be nothing to the one you will get."

I see the fear in your eyes and I turn to Kathy. Her hips are twitching a little under the stimulus of your lips and she looks back at me.

"Get on with it, darling, " I say to her, "tell your husband about our evening. Her hands are grasping the cushions of the settee and her hips are twitching under the sensations arising from the comprehensive licking out of her cunt and she begins to talk in a breathy excited almost teenage voice. As I listen I get up and go and pour myself another large brandy to replace the one that had been spilt. I look with pleasure at the tableau in front of me. A young wife dressed like a whore, lying with her thighs spread at my orders for her husband, dressed in a cum-stained nightdress and panties to lick out another man's cum from her well-used young cunt. I smile with satisfaction as I listen to Kathy. She begins hesitantly but gradually becomes more fluent as she gains confidence keeping her eyes fixed on yours.