Cuckold Striptease Game


I’d forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there?

I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I’d been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me.

I gave her a once over — I swear, my wife could make a pimple look sexy. If she farted while we were having dinner with the president, my first reaction would probably be a hard-on. She was like walking, talking, Viagra to me. And that was when she wasn’t even trying.

Without trying to be sexy, my wife was like Isis of Egypt. She couldn’t help being a goddess, sexiness oozed out of her pores. And when she was trying to be sexy, she was the equivalent of substituting the ice cubes in your scotch for lava rocks — that kind of sex appeal that just burns a man to the core as he takes it in.

But this look was off the charts, even for her. Her tight fitting top hugged her torso like a second layer of skin – I could practically make out the texture of her bra. Her cleavage was propped up and looking like it might be begging for mercy, as if at any moment those two perfect tits were gonna make an escape. Her skirt was obscenely short, the slightest movement of her hips would give me a glimpse of the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. And the heels practically had their own voice, and they were screaming — fuck me.

“Wow, you look…”

“Like a slut?” She returned a playful smile that always let me know that she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on me. “Thanks, that’s what I was going for.”

“Your words, not mine. But I love it, whatever you wanna call it.”

“I just felt like looking the part, since I’ve been playing the part.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “Take your clothes off, and you’ll find out.”

My wife was a puppet master, and I was Pinocchio. The word “no” did not exist in my vocabulary where she was concerned. And this wasn’t exactly a secret.

But she knew the word “no” all too well. As I placed my hands on her hips and went to kiss her, she quickly leaned back, placing a cease-and-desist hand in my face and pushing my head back. “Did I say you could kiss me?” She grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands away from her body. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“What, I have to ask permission just to kiss you now?” I smiled, as if she were joking. My wife loved to tease me and play little games. I figured it was just a playful act. She wanted to make me squirm a little, and I was used to that. I had never been too proud to beg.

“Yes, as a matter of fact you do,” she stated, firmly. “And what the fuck are you smiling about? You think it’s a joke?” Her hand came across my face so swiftly I never saw it coming.

“What the!? You in a bad mood or something?” I rubbed my burning cheek.

“Awww did that hurt?” she chuckled, then promptly slapped the shit out of me again, this time stinging the opposite cheek.

“Yes it hurts!” I whined.

My wife smiled as she shook her head. “You’re such a pussy.”

“What’s with you today? Did I do something to upset you?”

“Upset me? Well, other than interrupting me by knocking on the door, no. I’m having the best day ever!” she walked past me, took a seat on the edge of the bed and lit up a cigarette.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you. What were you doing?”


My eyes got wide. “You…um…what?”

She smiled devilishly as she picked up a dildo and eyed it affectionately. “You didn’t know that your naughty little wife loves to masturbate, did you? Of course not, because I never told you before. There’s a lot of things I’ve never told you. I masturbate every single day. My little friend here was deep inside my tight little pussy hitting places that your tiny little dick has never touched before.”

“But honey, that thing is so….big! I can’t believe you like that!”

“Everything is big compared to you,” she rolled her eyes. “How does that make you feel, knowing your wife likes to fuck herself with a big hard cock while you’re at work? Hmmmm?”

“I don’t know what to say,” I was nearly out of breath. “I never thought…I mean…that you…what else is there that you haven’t told me?”

“Ummm, let’s see,” she pressed her finger to her lips, giving me the coyest of expressions. “Well, there’s so much to tell. Why don’t you take your clothes off like I just fucking told you to, and I’ll share a few of my dirty little secrets.”

Her piercing eyes were fixated on me as she took long drags of her cigarette. She seemed amused by how visibly shaken I was from her comments. I nervously began to peel away my cloths as she stared at me like a carnival exhibit.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked, nervously. My wife was always unpredictable, and the devious look on her face concerned me.

“Just shut up and strip, bitch. Unless you want me to keep all my naughty secrets to myself?”

“Bitch? What’s up with all the derogatory comments, honey? Saying my dick is small, calling me a bitch. I don’t know if I like this game,” I frowned.

“Game?” she laughed. “You know you’re my little bitch, why can’t I just say it? Let’s be honest, you’re going to do whatever I tell you no matter what, like you always do. So just stop asking questions and be a good little bitch and take those boxers off so I can see that tiny little dick of yours.”

No sooner had my drawers hit the floor, then she started to giggle. “Oh my goodness, it’s so small! I can’t believe I let you put that pathetic little thing inside of me! No, move your hand, don’t try to cover it up, let me see it!”

“Ha, ha, ha, are you done joking around?” I got defensive.

“Who’s joking?” she cackled, “Ok, Ok, Ok, I’ll give it a rest for now. Come here, sweetie…Wait,” she held out her hand like a stop sign as I started towards her. “Get on your knees.”

I looked at her quizzically. “Seriously?”

“On your hands and knees and crawl, bitch.”

I did as told, having no idea where this game was going. When I reached her she already had a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me to turn around, and promptly cuffed my hands behind my back. She stood up, grabbed a fistful of my hair and proceeded to walk me across the room on my knees to a chair. “Take a seat, bitch,” she said, firmly.

She straddled my lap and pressed her body into mine, first teasing me with her breasts in my face, then standing up, lifting her skirt and pressing her panty covered pussy against my lips. “I had…the…biggest…cock, inside of there today.”

“Say what?” I gasped.

My wife plunged back down into my lap and pressed her lips into mine, feeding me her slippery tongue for a passionate kiss. “If you be a good little bitch for me, you get presents, like that kiss. If you whine, complain, or otherwise piss me off, you know what you’re gonna get?”

I shook my head, unable to speak.

She spit in my face, once, then twice, then slapped me. “That’s what. Understand?”

“Yes,” my voice was shaky.

“Good. Now I have something to tell you. I think you’re gonna like it, and if not, well, tough shit. This is the way it is.” she reached between my legs, grabbed my dick and began to stroke it slowly as she leaned over and purred into my ear, “I’ve been such a little slut, baby. While you’ve been off at work, I’ve been spreading my legs for everyone you know. How does that make you feel?”

“You’re not serious?”

“Judging by how hard your pathetic little cock is getting, I’d say you enjoy that thought,” she paused, then slapped me, “and don’t ask me if I’m serious, just answer the question I asked you, bitch.”

“Well, I, I, I don’t know. You just dropped that one me like a pile of bricks.”

“Oh, please. Don’t act surprised. You know how horny I get, and you have to know that you have never once pleased me with your tiny little cock. What’s a girl supposed to do? Remember the other night when we were talking about our fantasies and you admitted that you thought it would be hot to watch another man fuck me?”

“Yeah, but…we were speaking hypothetically…at least I thought we were.”

My wife shook her head. “I’ve been fucking other people for the entire time we’ve been married. You’re wife is a dirty little slut. How does that make you feel, huh?”

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as she tightened her grip on the stick and began stroking it faster.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Admit it.”

“It turns me on, baby,” I panted.

“I knew it would. Even before we had our little talk, I found all of those porn sites you like in your browsing history. Cuckold this, and cuckold that. You were just dying to be my little cuckold bitch, weren’t you?”

“You saw those?” I couldn’t hide the ‘oh shit’ look on my face.

“That’s right. I really liked them too. Not only do I get to fuck anybody I want, anytime I feel like it, but I get to make you the sissy little bitch I always knew you were, and best of all, I don’t have to waste my time pretending to like having sex with you. I swear, it was like Christmas when I found out you were into this!”

“What are you saying?”

“No more pussy for you!” she smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead like a consolation prize.

“Wait a minute. Ok, I admit I get off on the idea of you fucking other men. But I wasn’t looking to get cut off from sex! I mean all that sissy stuff, that was just…”

My wife silenced me with another kiss as she continued to keep me rock hard with her hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being my bitch. You see, you can’t do this half way. It’s all or nothing. And I know you don’t want me to stop being a naughty little whore, now do you? Hmmm?”

The way she was working my cock over I was in no position to disagree. “No,” I gulped. “Don’t stop. I love you being a slut.”

“I’m not going to stop regardless. I need a real man to fuck me. I have absolutely no use for this pathetic little cock of yours. The only question is if you’re going to be included or not. And if you want me to share my dirty little stories of how I cheat on you, or if you ever want to see another man shove his big hard cock in my tight little pussy, then you have be a good little cuckold bitch. Understand?”

“Yes, baby. I’ll do anything you want. Just please don’t cut me off from sex!”

“You’re asking a lot, you know? If I’m going to even consider ever letting you fuck me again, you’re gonna have to prove to me that you know how to be a good bitch.”

“Whatever you say, baby. Anything!” I pleaded.

She was stroking me fast and furious, keeping me right on the edge as she demanded, “You are not allowed to cum right now. If you cum, this conversation is over.”

“I…I understand,” I said, fighting the urge to release.

“I want you to know that I’ve been sleeping with all of your friends. I’ve been spreading my legs for your boss too, and most of your co-workers. I also sucked off every good looking guy in our apartment building. And they all fuck me so much better than you.”

“When you said everyone I know, I didn’t think you meant…I mean…oh fuck…you’re…”

“Humiliating you? Yes, I know. That’s part of the fun! We all had a good laugh when I told them how small your dick is and how you can’t satisfy your wife. So no need to keep pretending you’re a man, they all know what a little bitch you are, and they definitely know who runs things around here.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to this.”

“Then why is your cock so hard? Why do you want to cum so bad right now? Just swallow your pride and admit what you are, my little cuckold bitch. Say it out loud, you’ll feel better. Come on now.”

“I’m your cuckold bitch,” I moaned. “Baby, I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Please. Please just let me. I need it.”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting any that easy. Remember what I said about proving yourself?”

“Just tell me what to do, please,” breathed. “Anything you want.”

“Perfect,” she released my dick and stood up. She raised her skirt and pushed the front of her panties to the side and pressed her clit against the tip of my nose. “I’m gonna see just how far you’re willing to go for this tight, hot little pussy. “Get on your fucking knees, bitch.”

I sunk to my knees and she drug me by the hair into the shower. She pulled her panties down from under her skirt, balled them up and shoved them in my mouth. She then raised one leg onto the side of the tub and positioned me so I was directly in front of her staring up at her pussy.

“We’re going to play a little game now, and this is the prize if you win,” Kim pulled her skirt up to her waist and parted her lips with her fingers. “Nod if you understand.”

I nodded quickly.

I am going to give you some instructions. If you do what you’re told, and perform each task that I ask of you to my satisfaction, you win a piece of my clothing. Simple. Do what you’re told, and I take something off. If you get me completely naked, you win, and……,” my wife paused, rolled her eyes, and sighed, “I’ll give you five minutes to do whatever you want with me.”

I started counting articles of clothing. Top, skirt, bra, panties, stockings, shoes. Six tasks, I figured, I could handle that. How hard could it be? I nodded affirmative.

“Ok then,” she smiled devilishly. “Task number one. If you complete it successfully, those panties in your mouth will stay off. Hesitate even for a second to do what I say, and they go right back on. Got it?”

“Mmm hmmm,” I mumbled through her underwear crammed in my mouth.

“You know Harold from across the hall? He has a huge cock. And everyday before you come from work, I like to suck on it and let him cum in my mouth. He thinks it’s hilarious that the first thing you do when you come home from work is kiss me and taste his cum on my lips. But today, while I was sucking our neighbors dick, I got so excited that I just had to have him fuck me. So he banged my little pussy all over our house and, well, usually he’d pull it out and cum all over my face, but then we got an idea to just have him cum in my pussy so that you could clean up after him!”

“Hmmm!?” I gasped.

“Ever since reading your cuckold websites I’ve just been in love with the idea of making you eat my pussy after another man fucked me. This is gonna be so hot. You’re gonna eat this cream pie until I cum all over your fucking face, you little bitch. Got that?”

I nodded quickly so not to show exactly how hesitant I was.

My bride pulled her panties out of my mouth and set them side. The she released me from the cuffs so I could keep my balance. “But before you get started, I have to pee. Now open your mouth.”

Before I could say a word her golden stream erupted and began splashing against my chest. “Get your face in there!” she demanded, “I wanna see it go in your mouth. Drink my piss, bitch.”

I ducked my face into the stream and opened up, letting her fill my mouth. I don’t know if I was more humiliated by the fact that I was being used in this way, or by the fact that I didn’t hate it like I thought I should. She looked so hot that I found myself subconsciously playing with myself even as her urine ran down my chin.

When she demanded I lick her clean, I didn’t hesitate. While I tongued her pussy and sucked on her clit, I was subjected to vivid stories of her cheating, the men she fucked, the way they fucked her, the kinky things they did together, and she never stopped short of reminding me how much better they were than me. “Even though your pathetic little cock is useless, I’ll always have a use for your mouth!” was the closest thing to a compliment I was allowed.

When I finally brought her to orgasm, she informed me that I’d succeeded in the task set for me, and her panties would stay off. One down, five more articles of clothing to go — I thought.

She ordered me to shower and use some mouthwash before coming out of the bathroom, and so I did. After refreshing myself I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and she was not pleased.

“Fail!” she slapped me, then swiftly snatched my towel. “Don’t try to hide that pathetic excuse for dick from me! And why are you standing up? Fail!” Kim slapped me again. “Get on your fucking knees, bitch. You don’t walk upright in my presence! Stay on your knees where you belong!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, dropping to my knees.

“You got that right. Now, I’ve picked out a pretty little outfit for you. It’s laying on the bed. Put it on.”

I crawled over to the bed and stared at the ensemble in disbelief. Lacy panties, a bra, and thigh-high’s? “But this is lingerie!”

My wife rolled her eyes. “And what else would a sissy cuckold bitch like you be wearing, hmmm? This is cuckolding 101, duh! You’re the one who was browsing all those cuckold websites, you should already know this. Besides, you really have no male qualities, so you’re basically a girl anyway. Now put on your lingerie for me, sissy girl, before you lose your chance to win this game.”

“This is humiliating,” I noted, as I reluctantly slid into the panties.

“Awww, don’t be like that. You know, I’ve never told you this, but I’m really into other girls. I think I’d be much more attracted to you as a woman, than as the sorry excuse for a man that you pretend to be.” she lit a smoke and watched me intently as I dressed.

“Wait, what? You like girls? Like…”

“Like licking their pussies? Yes, like that,” she laughed. “Remember when your cousin Jill stayed with us for a week? Every morning when you left for work I’d wake her up with my tongue in her pussy, and eat her out until she came all over my face. Then she’d put on a strap-on and fuck me in the ass all morning long until I couldn’t even walk right.”

“Wha…hold on, in your ass?” I gasped.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I never mentioned that either. I love anal. I let everybody I sleep with do me in the butt. In fact, I insist on it…I beg for it. Sorry I never got around to doing it with you, but what’s the point, you don’t know how to fuck anyway.”

“This is so much to take in.” I lamented, as I began sliding the thigh-high’s up my legs.

“Just shut up and slide those stockings up your legs. It’s actually kind of hot, watching you get all dolled up, my little sissy slut! I kind of like this. We’re going to have to go shopping soon, I think I want you wearing lingerie all the time!”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Oh no, sweetie. We’ll just shave those legs and get you all silky smooth, and I’ll pick you out a wig, and do your make-up, and I’ll dress you up like my slutty little doll so you’ll look nice and pretty while you’re sitting there watching my boyfriends fuck me. Who knows, maybe you’ll be so pretty that they’ll wanna fuck you too! I really like that idea.”

“Can we change the subject now,” I stared at the bra, puzzled.

“Here, let me help you with that. Put your arms in first and let me hook the back for you,” My wife got the bra situated, then made me stand up and model the lingerie for her.

She laughed and teased me about how I made a better girl than a man, and then decided that from now on she’d be referring to me as her wife, rather than her husband.

She pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. “I like you as a girl. Consider this a bonus,” she said, as she kissed me.

I slid my hands up her silky, stocking covered thighs until I reached bare flesh and grabbed ahold of her ass as I kissed her back hungrily, hoping she’d forget this game and just let me have sex with her, even if I did have to do it dressed in lingerie.

But she broke off the kiss and shook her head. “That’s a shame. You were about to win another piece of my clothing, but I didn’t give you permission to touch me, and rules are rules.”

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so damn sexy, I just want you so bad!”

She spit in my face. “Shut up, bitch,” she slapped me. “Just this once, I’m going to let it slide, and take something off for completing the task. I mean, it’s hard to say no to such a pretty girl,” she laughed. “But first, you have to take your punishment.”

She instructed me to stand facing the chair. She ordered me to pull my panties down to my knees, bend over, and grip the back of the chair. Without warning I felt her bare hands stinging my ass cheeks, as she spanked me several times.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“yes!” I winced.

“Good. Now I’m going to ask you some questions, and when I get the correct answers, the spanking will stop. If you make it through this without letting go of the chair, I’ll even let you decide what I take off next. Got it?”

“I think so.”

My wife slapped my ass hard. “Excuse me? You think so? Or you do?”

“Yes, I got it!”

“Good girl. Now tell me, why does your wife sleep with other men?”

“I don’t know!”

WHACK! “Try again, bitch.”

“Ouch! Because, because you want too?”

“Of course I want to, but why?” she slapped my ass again.

“Because you like it?”

“Duh. But why!” SLAP!

“Because you’re a slut.” I said, defiantly,

My wife laughed, “You’re right. But that’s not the answer I’m looking for.” SLAP!

“Owww, fuck!” I grimaced.

“What kind of men do I like?”

I paused to think and got spanked again. “Men with big dicks.”

“Yes,” she spanked me again. “So back to the original question, why does your wife have sex with other men?”

“Because you like big dicks.”

“And what kind of dick to you have?”

“I don’t know!”

My wife slapped my ass a half dozen times in rapid succession, as if my answer had pissed her off. She gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back. “Yes you do, bitch! What kind of dick do you have?”

“A small one,” I whimpered.

“Exactly. So your wife fucks other men because she needs more than your tiny little dick can give her?”


SLAP! “Not good enough. I wanna hear you say it. Repeat after me, and if you leave out a single word, you will fucking regret it. My wife fucks other men because I have a tiny, pathetic little dick and can’t satisfy her, so she needs to sleep with real men with big cocks.”

“I can’t remember all that!”

SLAP! “You better concentrate!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The burning of my ass helped my memory real quick, and I blurted out those humiliating words as if I’d thought of them myself.

“Geeze. That was only the first question. If it takes you that long to give the right answer every time, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week!” She laughed. “Now, tell me, are you allowed to fuck your wife?”


WHACK! “I don’t like one word answers. Complete sentences bitch. Try again!” She slapped my ass several more times.

“No, I’m not allowed to fuck my wife.”

“Is that because she has no use for your pitiful little cock?”


She slapped my ass again.

“Yes, I’m not allowed to fuck my wife because she doesn’t like my pitiful little cock.”

“What are you good for then?” My wife inquired.

“Eating your pussy?”

“Yes, you are good for that. How about eating my pussy after another man cums inside of it?”

I repeated her statement back to her, and she led the way as I parroted her statements about what I was good for “How about holding my legs up while my boyfriends fuck me? How about licking my ass? How about sucking my toes?”

I responded in the affirmative to everything until I heard, “How about sucking my boyfriends cocks to get them hard for me?”


“You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

My silence earned me a brutal bare handed spanking that lasted nearly a full thirty seconds until I finally blurted out, “Yes, I will suck your boyfriends cocks and get them hard for you!”

“Good answer, bitch,” Kimshe rubbed some of the sting out of my beet red ass.

“You’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll do anything you tell me.”

“Because you’re my little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your little bitch.”

“Why are you wearing women lingerie, bitch?”

“Because you told me too.”

She spanked my ass some more. “Or is it because you’re not a man? Is it because you’re a girl?”

I hesitated to respond and once again got my ass spanked.

“Yes, it’s because I’m a girl,” my response made the spanking stop.

“Are you my husband, or are you my wife?”

“I’m your wife,” I quickly answered, knowing what she expected to hear.

“Good girl. You’re all done. You can pull your panties up now, bitch.” she grinned like she’d just won a major victory over my self esteem, which she had.

It had been terribly difficult to keep my grip on the chair and not shield my ass from her harsh spankings, but I’d managed to do it, and now I got to choose what she’d take off next. After all I’d already endured just to get five minutes of intimacy with my wife, no way was I going to back out now. I was fully focused on getting her naked. I rubbed my burning ass cheeks thoroughly before pulling up my panties.

She slapped me for standing up too long, so I quickly sunk to my knees, where she forced me to open my mouth so she could spit in it. Then she asked what I wanted her to take off.

I wanted to see her perfect little tits so badly, but I knew once the top came off, she’d still have a bra on underneath. But with her panties gone, if I chose the skirt, everything between the bottom of her shirt and the tops of her stockings would be exposed — her beautiful pussy and sexy little ass, in full view. I chose the skirt.

My wife smiled seductively and put on a show of removing her skirt. At first she teased me, swaying her hips and doing a little dance as she’d lift it up and show me what was underneath and let it fall back down, slowly unzipping the back, letting it slide down inch by inch, as I watched, slack-jawed and half in a trance, until she finally let it hit floor, scooped it up with her foot and tossed it right at my face.

“Is this what you want?” she teased me some more, bringing her shaven pussy with in an inch of my face, and showing it off for me.

“Oh god yes. That’s what I want, baby,” I pleaded.

“Kiss it.”

I puckered my lips and planted a soft wet smooch on her pussy lips.

“Kiss it goodbye, is what I meant,” she giggled, as she pushed my face away and slapped me. “Maybe if you beg a little, I’ll give you a taste. Go ahead, bitch, beg me for a taste of this pussy.”

And beg I did, like a peasant at the feet of my queen. She made me get down on all fours, and kiss her feet while I begged her to let me taste her pussy. She made me lick her shoes while I begged some more. At one point she made me suck on the heel of her shoe. Finally she allowed me to sit upright on my knees, as she pressed her treasure against my lips.

“I like watching you beg, bitch. I’m going to give you three licks. Go ahead now, taste it.”

“Thank you,” I said, before taking my three, long, slow licks the entire length of her slick crease to her clit. Her soft moans hinted that she might let me get away with more. I tried to take a fourth lick, hoping she was in enough pleasure to cease counting, but instead, she slapped in me in the face and made me stick out my tongue so she could spit on it.

“That’s all you get for now. Maybe if you make it to the end of our little game, you’ll get another taste. But I’ll tell you what you can have instead.” She turned around and gave her ass a little spank, before backing it up into my face. “I want you to kiss my ass.”

I did as told, and she told me to do it again, and again.

“Worship my hot, sexy little ass, bitch. Kiss and lick every single inch of it.”

I started trying to cover every inch of her tight sexy ass with kisses, but she demanded more.

“Don’t hold out on me, bitch. Get your fucking face in there!” she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face in between her cheeks. “Get that tongue to work, and lick it out good!”

My wife began telling me dirty stories of the many men she’d allowed to fuck her in the ass. For several minutes I listened to her describe the raunchy details of her anal sexcapades while I licked her asshole. I was warned not to stop or I’d regret it. I believed her, and I had no intention of stopping, until she finally pushed me away.

“I hope you enjoy the taste of my ass, bitch. Because you’re going to be doing that daily, from now on. And I can promise you there will be a fresh helping of cum in there for you to clean out!” she perched herself on the dresser and dangled her feet in front of my face.

“Ok, bitch, since you were a good girl and properly worshipped my ass, I’ll let you have another piece of my wardrobe. You have my permission to remove my shoes.”

I was hoping she’d take of her shirt next, but the shoes would still bring me closer to my ultimate goal. I was half way there, I thought, as I carefully undid the straps of her shoes and removed them from her shapely feet.

Kim raised her legs and began rubbing her silk-stocking-clad feet all over my face. “Since you’re down there, you might as well be worshiping my pretty little feet. Kiss them, bitch. Lick them, slowly, yes, just like that, now suck my toes!”

My wife fed me her dainty little toes, pressing her foot further and further into my mouth, until she had wedged as much of her foot into my mouth as she could. As I sucked the toes of both feet, she casually puffed a cigarette and continued to lambaste me with degrading remarks. But I didn’t let them discourage me from doing a good job at my task of worshipping her feet, I was still focused on my goal of getting her naked.

She commanded me to slowly and carefully remove one of her stockings, so that I could clean her foot with my tongue. I was made to lick every inch of her foot, including in between her toes, while she described in detail how she planned to make me hold her legs for her as her lovers fucked her, how I’d be sitting beside them, sucking on her toes as another man fucked her married pussy.

When I’d cleaned one foot, she made me carefully put her stocking back on, slowly sliding it back up her long smooth legs, before removing the other stocking to repeat the process on the other foot, and once again, I was ordered to put her stocking back on when I finished.

I was a little confused as to why I had to put the stockings back on, when I thought worshipping her feet was to earn me another piece of her clothing.

“Hmmm, do you think that was enough to earn you another piece of my ensemble?” My wife grinned devilishly. “If you ask me, licking my feet is a privilege, you should thank me. So…why don’t I hear you thanking me?” she slapped me in the face again.

“Thank you for letting me lick your feet.”

“You’re welcome, bitch. You did do a good job though, so I suppose I could take something off for you. Just do me one more small little favor. Stand up, bend over and grab the back of the chair.”

“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked, as I carried out her instructions.

“Does it matter? You just do it because I told you to like a good bitch. None of your concern what I plan to do with you.” My wife gave my ass a few hard slaps, then I felt something cold running down the crack of my ass.

“What the…? What is that?” I began to worry.

“I could cuff you, or tie you up and just do whatever I want with you. But it’s much more satisfying just to see you obey me on your own because you know how pathetic you are, and how important it is to please me. So, just like last time, keep your hands on the back of the chair and face forward. If you let go of it, not only do you lose this game, but I am going to slap the shit out of you.”

“I won’t move. I promise.”

“I know,” she laughed.

I felt something pressing into my ass. It felt relatively small, I thought it might be one of her fingers. It slipped in and out a few times, each time going deeper. Then it felt wider, I thought maybe she was using multiple fingers, then they came out all together. Then something else was being pressed inside of me, this was slightly bigger, and more firm. The deeper it went, the more I felt it stretching me. I winced a bit as I felt my ass stretching to accommodate it. It did a hurt a little, but her slow and deliberate but careful methods of working it inside of me allowed me to take it, inch by inch, until finally it felt like the whole thing had ended up inside of me, save for a long base at the bottom that was now pressing against my cheeks.

“Now sit on it, bitch.”

I turned and sat down carefully.

“How does my buttplug feel in your ass?”

“Strange,” I noted, squirming a bit.

“You’re going to learn to love it, bitch. We’re gonna turn your tight little ass into a pussy today. Since you are a girl now, you need to learn how to fuck like a girl. You’re gonna learn to love cock as much as I do!” My wife jubilantly exclaimed. “You’re gonna be my little sissy slut.”


Before I could begin to protest, she began lifting up her shirt and pulling it over head. “But what honey? Don’t you want to please me?” she tossed her shirt aside, leaving her in only her stockings and a bra. She leaned over and pressed her cleavage into my face. “I know you wanna make me happy. And what makes me happy is the thought of you being as much of a cock slut as I am.” My wife kissed me again, crushing my will to oppose her. She even grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass, letting me feel her almost naked body as we kissed. I knew I was powerless to resist doing whatever she wanted me to do.

“Stay put,” she said, as she went to retrieve something from near the bed. “Now get down on your knees and close your eyes. If I catch you peeking I’m going to slap the shit out of you, bitch.”

I believed her threat and kept my eyes shut tight as I waited patiently for her on my knees. Despite obeying her command, I still got slapped in the face. “What was that for?”

“Just in case you peeked. I couldn’t tell.”

And what are you going to do with that!” My eyes got wide as I found myself staring at a strap-on dildo right in front of my face.

“You’re going to practice sucking cock. When one of my boyfriends decides to shove their cock in your mouth, I want you to know what you’re doing so you can keep it nice and hard for me. Now open your mouth and suck my dick, bitch.”

I couldn’t speak, I just stared at it. She grabbed my hair and pushed it against my lips. When I didn’t open up, she began smacking it against my face.

“Tell me you like this dick. Tell me you want to suck it.”

I stared up at her helplessly, realizing there was no way around this. I was too close to getting her naked to back down now. It couldn’t be any more humiliating than what she’d already done to me. I opened up to let her have her way.

“Oh no. First you have to tell me you want it!” my wife slapped me in the face with her plastic dick again. “Tell me you want to suck my dick like the cock hungry little sissy slut that you are. Say it, bitch!”

I swallowed hard, like my pride was a lump in my throat and repeated her words. “I want to suck your dick like the cock hungry little sissy slut that I am.”

“Good girl. Now suck dick!” she shoved it in my mouth.

At first she forced my head back and forth on her cock with a fist full of my hair in her clutches. Then she let go and ordered me to keep doing what I was doing. “Tell me how much you love being a cock sucker.”

“I love being a cock sucker,” I finally let it out of my mouth and took a breath.

My wife spit in my face, “Did I say you could take my cock out of your mouth, bitch?”

“No. I’m sorry.” I quickly began sucking.

“Now say it again with my dick in your mouth, slut.”

“I love being a cock sucker,” I mumbled with a mouth full of rubber cock.

“I can’t wait to see sucking on a real mans cock, right after he pulls it out of my wet, well fucked pussy. Or better yet, straight from my hot little ass to your mouth, and then blows his sticky load all over your face!” she laughed.

“oh my, it’s really turning me on watching you suck dick like that.” She grabbed my hair again and began fucking my face. “Take that shit, bitch!” She spit on my face again as she fucked my mouth. “You’re so much more useful as a girl than you ever were as a man. You’re going to be a great fluffer for my gangbangs, like the one I did with your friends the other day. Would you like to hear about how I let your three closest friends put their dicks in every hole at the same time?”

I couldn’t answer her, being gagged with her cock.

“Of course you do!” She began sharing lurid details of the many ways she allowed my friends to use her body, and then began suggesting the many ways in which she intended to involve me in those scenarios, dressed in lingerie, worshipping her body, sucking their cocks, and even suggesting that they’d fuck me too.

My wife withdrew her cock from my mouth, finally, and grinned. “Once you feel how nice a hard cock feels in your pussy, you’re going to wish I had made you a girl sooner.”

“But I don’t have a pussy!”

“Yes you do, bitch. And you’re about to learn its intended purpose. But first, as promised,” my wife methodically removed her bra and flung it aside. “That’s your reward for being suck a good little cocksucker, and letting me fuck your mouth like the sissy slut you are. Oh my,” she said, coyly, “I’m almost completely naked. If you could only get me to take off my sexy silk stockings, you could finally have your way with me.”

I was so busy staring hungrily at her newly exposed tits that I almost didn’t hear her.

“You’re just dying to touch them, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes!” I panted, reaching for them and giving them a good squeeze.

“Too bad I didn’t say you could,” She flung my hands away.

I winced and braced for impact, expecting to be slapped, but her hand never came.

My wife laughed. “You know what expect now for being a bad girl, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I hung my head.

She gripped me by the hair and pulled me upwards until her breasts were level with my face, then pushed one in my mouth. “Lick it…mmm hmmm…now suck on it…there you go…now the other one…yessss, good girl…” she abruptly pulled her breast from my mouth. “That’s all you get.” She immediately slapped me in the face. “Now bend your sissy ass over the bed and get what’s coming to you!”

My wife pulled me by my hair and shoved me onto the bed, face first with my feet still on the ground.

“Now,” she spanked my ass, “you’re going to get fucked…hard. But let me explain something, and I’m only going to explain it once. If you want me to take off these stockings and let you win this game, you can’t just take it, you have to make me believe that you like it. Understand?”

“I think so?” I nervously replied.

“I don’t wanna have to constantly give you direction, tell you what to do, what to say, how to act. At this point in the game I think you should know what I expect from you. You know you’re my bitch, and I expect you to act like it at all times. And we’ve established that you’re not a man, you’re a girl, and a cock hungry slut, so act like it. You’re gonna beg for it, beg me to fuck you harder, tell me how much you love it, and, oh, damn, there I go instructing you again. You get the point, bitch. You lay there like a lump and just grin and bear it, I’m not going to go any easier on you, you’ll get fucked just the same only you won’t win the game. Do you need anything else explained to you?”

“No. Just do it.”

“You giving me orders now, bitch?” She gave my ass several hard slaps.

“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, just…”

“Just shut up. Who’s my little bitch?”

“I’m your little bitch,” I answered.

“You like being my bitch, don’t you!” She laughed.

“Yes, I like being your bitch.”

“So tell me what you want, bitch,” my wife slapped my ass, and then I felt her slowly removing the butt plug.

I knew I had to get this over with in order to win the game so I settled into the role she wanted me to play. “I want you to fuck my pussy with your hard cock!”

“Do you?” My wife giggled. “Beg for it, slut.”

I already felt the lube being poured onto my hole as I pleaded, “Please fuck me. Please. I need it!”

“Oh, honey, I love hearing you talk like that, It turns me on. I’m glad you know now who and what you are. You’re gonna be such a perfect cuckold.”

I gripped the bed and prepared for a painful experience as I felt her strap-on push against my hole. Luckily for me it wasn’t too big. With all of the lube and her slow but methodical insertion it actually didn’t hurt at all. She worked it in and out, gradually going deeper until I felt her hips touching my ass and she was in me to the hilt.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my had back, slapping my ass with her other hand, “You like that dick in your ass, bitch?”

“Oh yes, baby. Fuck me like the little bitch I am!” I blurted out…and I wasn’t sure I was just playing along anymore.

I did like how it felt, and began to like it even more as she began to pound my ass, spanking me, pulling my hair, and degrading me with her vulgar, verbal assault.

“Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass! I love being your bitch, honey! Fuck me like the little sissy cuckold I am!” I moaned. It was hitting me that I meant those words. My wife was a total slut who had fucked everyone I know, and I was her bitch to use and humiliate any way she felt like it, and it felt right. She was so hot when she bossing me around, teasing me, humiliating me, taking control. She had me right all along, I didn’t want to be the man, I wanted to submit to her and watch her indulge herself with all of the cock she wanted, and be there to serve her whims. I really was a little bitch.

My wife never failed to remind me of that as she fucked me hard over the bed. It didn’t end quickly either. She fucked me doggystyle, pulling my hair, slapping my ass and calling me names, making me beg for her cock.

She made me lay on my back and hold my legs up for her so she could look me in the face while she fucked me missionary, slapping me, spitting on me, making me thank her for fucking me while I laid there and admired her bouncing tits as I took her cock up my ass.

She laid on her back and made me ride her cock as she further humiliated me, teasing my cock with her hand as she made fun of it and told me vivid storied of how my friends had all fucked her ass in the same way.

She made me bend over the chair again, in front of the mirror so I could see her fucking me from behind. The visual was so hot I begged her not to stop. She made me get on my hands and knees on the floor and beg at her feet for more, then it was back to the bed where she got on top of me and continued to slam me in mish as she began to kiss me.

Until then I’d almost forgotten about any form of genuine affection, I was completely engrossed in my role as her feminized sissy girl. I had all but forgotten about the game. When she pulled out of me and announced with a bittersweet grin that I’d won, I hadn’t wanted her to stop.

She instructed me to take off her stockings and then promptly shoved them in my mouth. “I know you want to fuck me, so consider it a farewell pity fuck, because this is the last time you are ever getting near this pussy except to lick it. And I don’t want to hear a word out of you while you’re doing it,” she unharnessed the strap-on and laid on her back and reluctantly spread her legs. “And make sure you use a condom, I only want real men’s cum in my pussy.”

I wasn’t going to waste any time arguing, she’d only said I could have five minutes, so I rubbered up and slid in her and fucked her as hard as I could.

“I can’t even tell if you’re in me! I can’t feel anything! Is that all you got? Oh, you’re dick is so fucking small! You call that fucking? How pathetic are you? Do you think you’re doing something? Your tiny little dick is such a joke! You’re so much better off as a girl! Your friends fuck me so much better than you ever could. You can’t even reach the places other men reach in my pussy.!” My wife degraded me the entire time I was inside of her.

I couldn’t speak with her stockings stuffed in my mouth, not that I had anything to say. I came in less than the five minutes I was allowed and as soon as she realized it she pushed me away from her with her feet.

“Thank goodness that’s over with. No more pussy for you, ever. The only time you get to cum from now on is with my dick in your ass, understand?”

“yes, ma’am.”

“Now go wash up and I’ll find you a clean pair of panties to wear. Some of your co-workers are coming over to fuck me, and they actually bet me that I couldn’t have you dressed in lingerie while you watched. I told them it was a guarantee. Then they asked if I was going to make you lick my pussy and ass clean after they fucked me, and I told them I could do even better than that, – I bet them that you’d suck their cocks before they fucked me! And of course I’m going to win that bet. I might even talk them in to fucking you too! That’s what you wanted, right bitch? To be a sissy cuckold? Well you have your wish. Get used to it, because this is how things will be from now on!”

The End.


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