I’ve often wondered if sissies were born or made. I mean, I know some of us required guidance and encouragement to put our first panties on and service a real man. A few of us got that encouragement from our wives and the proper guidance from our lovers.

Take me for example. I no longer have to worry about pussy. For that matter, I have no need to buy new men’s underwear. All that man stuff is behind me, gone forever. Thanks to my wife and Frank, I saw the light shed on my phony facade of manhood and accepted what I was meant to be. Believe me when I tell you that I love myself more now that my inner sissy has been freed.

What I didn’t know then was that Frank and Cindy had a secret plan, a playbook, if you will, to turn me into something useful. I remember it like it was yesterday. Remembering was easy after I found Frank’s handwritten instructions to my wife on how he and Cindy planned to make me a cock craving sissy. It started like this:

*****

STEP ONE:

Cindy, the following are instructions that will turn your husband, Johnnie, into the panty-wearing, cock worshipping sissy he was meant to be.

The first step is to wear him down and break his spirit. Get him to accept his shortcomings as a man. Humiliate Johnnie often. My guess is the humiliation will arouse him. Let others know he is not a real man but a male with a little dick. Be stern at first. The more he accepts his limitations, the closer he is to being a sissy.”

It began innocently enough. Well, it was me who was innocent. Cindy, my highly sexual wife, complained about the size of my dick. I understood. She was right. My dick, when erect, was and is no larger than my ring finger. Her disappointment stemmed from not only my lack of size but also my lack of stamina. After hearing her complain long and loud, she relegated me to eating her pussy and self-masturbation.

I found that SPH can be arousing if you let it. I learned to become erect whenever Cindy would complain to some visitor about my lack of manhood. She had me wearing ridiculously small and extremely tight bathing suits, yoga pants, and Spanx and would tease me into erection so that others who noticed would see I had a tiny dick.

“You see what I have to put up with? Mom told me not to marry Johnnie. Did I listen? Hey Johnnie, drop your pants and show our guests what you’re packing.”

I would blush in humiliation, and yet my little dick would grow hard. Little by little, her disrespect for my manhood would grow until I began to feel less than a man.

*****

STEP TWO:

Once he understands he is no real man, pile it on. Assign him household chores, those once of a feminine nature. Once he understands his role has changed, take control of his orgasms. If I’m right, the little dick soon-to-be cock sucker will welcome your control. Johnnie will respond by being more attentive to you and your needs and happiness the longer his orgasms are denied.

Cindy came home from work one evening. Tossing me a slightly heavy but small bag, she announced that there would be changes. “Johnnie, I think you may be masturbating too frequently. I’ve decided to place you in chastity, baby. I know, I know, you don’t want your little plaything to be locked away, but your tears will not prevent me from locking your dick up. Oh, baby, please stop with the whining. Just put it on and give me the key. And don’t worry. I’ll reward you with orgasms for good behavior.”

Her promise to reward my behavior convinced me that chastity wouldn’t be so bad.

She laughed, seeing me struggle to put my little dick into the smaller cage. “Ice yourself down, Johnnie.”

I asked if she would help but my wife shook her head no.

“I am not going to touch that little dick anymore, Johnnie. It’s a constant reminder of what I’m going without. Oh, and speaking of going without, you are now required to go without your clothes when home.”

I asked her if I could dress if we had company. “Yeah, maybe. Depends on who’s visiting. I’ll consider letting you hide your shame.”

And she was right about me being more attentive to her. After only a couple days of being locked in my tight ‘guardian,’ I began to do things that I’d normally leave to my wife. You know, unimportant things. Doing dishes became meal preparation. Folding my clean clothes morphed smoothly into me doing the laundry for both of us. Laundry was easy, and I agreed that her lingerie should be carefully hand-washed and hung to dry. I admit I loved the smell of her worn panties. But I also learned to love their softness, the delicate way they’re made, the beautiful lace on the waist; things I never noticed before. Often, I’d wonder how they’d feel about me, but then my dick would hurt from attempting to become erect in the steel tube.

Naked house cleaning was fun. I’d make sure the blinds were closed, but Cindy decided to make a game of it. She’d open the blinds and pull the curtains to the sides so that passersby might see me vacuuming in the nude. She’d laugh, and I’d giggle as I pranced hurriedly past an open window while doing my chores.

She surprised me one day by gifting me a beautiful pinafore. What was not to like? The floral pattern and the lace on the sides, it was both beautiful and useful.

“Wear that when doing dishes, baby. That way, I can still see that sexy fat ass you have.”

*****

STEP THREE:

Have him jack his pathetic dick while company is here. By now, he will do almost anything to cum. Make him look at you and whomever else may be present while he beats off. Have him promise out loud to eat his sissy discharge. It’s important that he use the words ‘sissy discharge.’ The goal is to convince Johnnie that not only is he useless as a male, but what seeps out his little pecker is also useless.

The first time I was rewarded with a jackoff session, Cindy demanded I eat my own sperm. “That’s the only way I’ll allow you your beat-off reward,” she insisted.

It wasn’t that bad, and seeing me lick my seed from the palm of my hand pleased Cindy. Pleasing her that way, she rewarded me more frequently until I began to look forward to tasting my seed.

Our neighbor just happened to be her girlfriend. I was not permitted clothing when Janice visited. Just knowing she was coming over made my dick strain against the stainless steel. The ridicule and embarrassment that accompanied her visits were legendary. But if my behavior was acceptable, Cindy would toss me the key and allow me to debase myself in front of them both. When she said I had to promise Janice I’d eat my sissy discharge, I hesitated, but only for a couple seconds. Janice laughed, watching me tug on my little boner and lap my discharge from my hand. At first, I found it very disconcerting, but the more I masturbated for the women, the more I looked forward to that reward.

*****

STEP FOUR:

Now that he’s eating his own sperm, it’s time for him to taste a real man’s seed. Get him to agree that you need the old feeling of a man’s cock. Pout, complain, blame him until he agrees to allow you a lover. Then, make it his responsibility to contact me and ask me to fuck you.

I’ve always wanted to make Cindy happy. So, when she started to complain about not being fulfilled as a woman, I understood. I suggested a dildo, which she considered and quickly discarded as a viable substitute. “It’s not the same, Johnnie. I’d miss his hot body pressing against mine. I’d miss his kisses, his sucking my nipples while feeling his deep thrusts.”

“I can suck your nipples, Cin,” I volunteered.

“Not while your face is planted in my pussy, silly.”

I couldn’t argue with her logic. “What do you suggest?” I asked.

“Oh, um, never mind.”

“Come on, Cin. Tell me.”

“No. I better not. You’d throw a hissy fit if I did.”

“What if I promised not to get upset?”

“Is that a promise?”

“I swear, honey. I won’t get upset,” I said, crossing my heart.

“Well, if you insist.”

I nibbled her clit. “I insist,” I said, knowing that I could not insist on anything.

She took a deep breath. “You know Frank?”

“I do.”

“Well, his wife and he divorced. She told me he had a big cock, but she needed more than a big cock which is why she left him. Frank is arrogant and demanding. He’s a take-charge kind of man. Unlike you, Frank is a real man.”

“And you’d like to invite him to take care of your needs?” I guessed.

Cindy sat up abruptly, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. “Oh, Johnnie. You’re the best husband a woman could have. Yes, baby, you can invite him over to tend to my needs. Thank you so much, my beloved.”

I had knowingly walked into that trap. “Uh, do what? You want me to call him and invite him to come over and fuck you?”

“Well, it was your idea. Besides, if you call and invite him, Frank will know it’s okay, and you won’t put up a fight.”

I put up a fight against a man like Frank. His 6′ 3″ height, his well-toned muscles against my thin, short self? “But it wasn’t my idea,” I tried.

“Who was it that said we could invite him. You. It was you, Johnnie, so you get to call him.”

That was not a request. When Cindy makes up her mind, well, my dick is locked up, isn’t it?

She handed me her phone, and I saw that she had his number already on her contact list. I didn’t mention it.

I dialed, and as Frank came on the line, Cindy was unlocking my cage. It had been weeks, and I’m sure she forgot her pledge never to touch me again. I needn’t have worried. I held the phone in one hand as she brought my free hand down to my stiff dick.

“Hello, Frank,” I began. “I’m Johnnie, Cindy’s husband. Well, yes, that Cindy. Um, yes, she’s here. Okay, I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hello Cindy,” Frank spoke to my wife. “How are you?”

“Horny,” she giggled.

“Your hubby not performing his duties? Johnnie, are you not pleasing your sexy wife?”

“I’m afraid not, Frank,” I replied, blushing.

“Why not?”

“I can’t tell him that, Cin,” I whispered, covering the phone.

“If you don’t, I will,” she smiled. Clearly, my wife was enjoying my discomfort.

I handed her the phone. Better to suffer the humiliation than to bring it on myself.

“Johnnie has a small problem,” she laughed.

“He has a little dick?”

“Oh, Frank, you have no idea.”

“Okay. Put your boy back on.”

“Yes, sir?”

“So why are you calling me?”

“We’d like to invite you over, Frank.”

“Are you inviting me, Johnnie? I mean, it was you who you called me. Are you inviting me over?”

“Yes, sir.”

“May I ask what for?”

I could swear I heard a muffled laugh on his side. “I would like your help making my wife happy.”

“Making your wife happy? Listen, little dick. I don’t have time to waste. Spit it out. Be specific. What do you want?”

“Come over and fuck my wife,” I blurted out.

“Cindy. Is your boy hard and playing with his boner?”

“You know it, Frank.”

“So, you want to see me fucking your wife, Johnnie?”

My turn for a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”

“Did I hear a please in there?”

The torture was sublime. I nearly came when I surrendered. “Please, Frank. Please come over and fuck my wife.”

“On one condition. I’ll need your help. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Okay, boy. Run along and beat off while the adults speak in private.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I left the room and stroked myself, imagining Frank plowing Cindy through multiple orgasms. I came in seconds.

“Well, that was nice of you, Johnnie. Inviting a man like Frank to fuck your wife. What kind of man does that?”

“But, you say…..”

“Shut up. I was kidding. You, you pervert, you invited a man, albeit a real man, to fuck your wife. Think about that while Frank’s big cock is touching me in places yours never could. Think about that when he empties his big balls in me, leaving you a cream pie.”

*****

STEP FIVE:

“Nearly there, baby. When I come over, I’ll have Johnnie handle my cock. This will be a meet-and-greet kind of thing, getting him familiar with having a real man ordering him about while he gets comfortable handling a man’s cock. I’m particularly curious how your soon-to-be sissy husband will react when I let him hold my cock while you suck it.”

“I’m so excited, Johnnie. Thank you for inviting Frank over to fuck me, baby. His cock is so much bigger than your little dick. I can’t wait to see it, feel it, suck it.”

I was watching Cindy prepare for Frank’s visit and wondering how she knew how big his cock was. She made me go shopping with her to purchase new panties and sexy negligees. Her prompting a response from me about how Frank would love seeing her ready for him was humiliating. Worse still, she did those things in front of a sales lady.

When we got home, I just had to ask. “Er, um, you told me you never would suck a dick, Cindy. Remember?”

“Oh, I remember, alright. Never have and never will suck a dick.”

“But you just said….”

“I said I’ll never suck a dick. Frank has a cock, baby boy. A real man’s cock. Wait until you see it. You’ll want to suck it too.”

I inhaled quickly, hearing that, and Cindy laughed, seeing my little boner jump. “But I’m not gay, and you know it,” I pouted.

“You don’t have to be a faggot to suck cocks, baby. I mean, being a homo would help, but you like my pussy, so you aren’t gay. But sucking Frank’s cock for him will show how much you appreciate what he does for me. I think it would be nice of you to ask him if you could clean his cock after we fuck.”

I was speechless.

When I found the words, I told her no real man would let me suck his cock when a woman was there to do that.

“You’ll be surprised, Johnnie. That must be Frank at the door. Go let him in and offer him a drink. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I opened the door by standing behind it. Frank walked in like he owned the place. “You must be Johnnie,” he grinned.

“Yes, sir,” I said, extending my hand.

Ignoring my hand, he asked where my wife was. “Where’s that sexy bitch you’re married to, boy?

I couldn’t help it. My dick grew hard instantly upon hearing him call me boy. I mean, he’s at my house on my invite to fuck my wife. If that’s not bad enough, he’s seen my little dick and how quickly it got hard hearing his insult.

Remembering what my wife told me and trying to hide my boner, “Cindy will be down in a minute, sir. May I get you a drink?”

“Scotch rocks. Make it a double.”

When I returned with his drink, Cindy was with him. They were embracing and kissing, with Frank running his large hand over her ass. I stood quietly, holding his drink and watching my wife respond to this big man. Cindy raised a leg and nearly wrapped it around his waist. I heard her whimper when his hand found her pussy under her new panties.

When they parted, my wife was panting, and Frank was grinning at me. Winking, he took the drink and sat on the sofa. Nodding to the recliner, he told me I could watch but must not speak unless spoken to. “And don’t beat that pathetic dick, either.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, happy to be able to stay.

“Get me a glass of wine, Johnnie,” Cindy ordered.

By the time I returned, she was on her knees between Frank’s legs. She’d pulled his cock out of his trousers and, just like she told me, she was joyfully sucking it.

I placed her wine on the side table and went back to my spot to watch.

Frank was sitting back; drink in one hand, his other arm draped on the back of the couch. “Like a king,” I thought. “He’s getting what he deserves with a cock like that.”

Although I’d only seen a little bit of it when placing Cin’s drink down, I could tell it was massive. Compared to mine, there was no comparison. He did have a cock to be admired and sucked.

Cindy pulled her face off of Frank’s cock and helped him remove his pants. Frank pulled his shirt off over his head without unbuttoning it, a move I thought was pretty cool.

When Frank was naked, I saw his cock in its entirety. Jutting out from his body at a 65-degree angle, it was a 7″ long impressive specimen of manhood. I understood now why Cindy wanted him to be my surrogate.

I watched my wife take it in her hands and kiss the tip. I was so mesmerized watching her sucking that cock that, at first, I didn’t hear Frank calling me. “Dude! Wake the fuck up, Johnnie. Come over here and help me out.”

I had no idea what he wanted, but I hurried over. Frank took my shoulder and pulled me to his side. “Hold my cock, boy. Feed it to your sexy wife. I want you to get the feeling like it’s your cock.”

When I hesitated, Frank took my wrist and brought my trembling hand to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the saliva-slick shaft and held it, pointing it at my wife.

“It’s a nice cock, isn’t Johnnie?” she asked through hooded eyes.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “It’s very nice,” I said, feeling Frank’s hand holding my bottom.

“Use your other hand to hold my balls up, boy, so Cindy can kiss them,” Frank commanded.

I had to squat a bit, but I held his large churning balls, feeling Cindy’s tongue on them. I hadn’t noticed, but my other hand was gently stroking his cock.

The slurping sounds coming from my wife as she lavished Frank’s crotch were so arousing. This whole scene was more than I could have ever imagined. I felt I needed to say something. “Thank you, sir, for letting me help you.”

Frank grinned down at Cindy, who was grinning back. Tussling my hair, Frank told me I was a good little helper, and he’d let me help him some more as long as I behaved.

“I will, sir. I promise.”

Not having seen it, I had no idea that I was progressing just as his playbook said I would.

I followed them into our bedroom, where Cindy lay on her back. Her feet were flat, knees bent and spread. Frank knelt between her open legs. Looking at me, he used his finger to summon me over. “Time for your help, boy.”

I found myself on my knees beside the big man holding his cock once more. “Rub it up and down her cunt, boy. Get your wife ready to take my big cock. Imagine it’s yours you’re putting in your wife.” The way he emphasized “your wife” was a cherry on top of the mountain of humiliation Frank dished out so easily.

“Yeah, that my good boy,” Frank complimented me on the way I used his cock to tease Cindy. I noticed his hand found my big round bottom again. I decided I liked it. Again, Frank allowed me to be a part of their lovemaking.

“That’s enough, Johnnie. Stick my cock in your horny wife.”

I watched him fuck my wife. I’d never seen a woman so delirious; orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Perspiration glistened on my wife and Frank as his tight ass rose and fell. 20 minutes passed before Frank grunted. He was cumming. His back arched, his eyes rolled back in his head as he pumped my wife’s pussy with his seed.

Like a good trooper, I sat watching in rapt attention, wishing I was a man like Frank. Funny as it may seem, I admired him for his manliness, his masculinity. And just as he told me, I resisted the temptation to play with myself.

When he rolled off my wife, I could see she was panting. Draping herself over his torso, she kissed her lover. “Frank, that was wonderful. You know how to make a woman feel like a woman.”

Then she turned to me. “Johnnie, I love you. You are a wonderful provider, but you can’t provide me with a cock like Frank. I want you to tell me that Frank can fuck me again. Tell me and Frank.”

By now, I was so enthralled by watching my own live sex show that I wanted Frank to visit. “It’s true,” I began. “Sir, I loved what you did for Cindy. I am not equipped to provide her with the cock she needs. Please call on her whenever you have the desire.”

“That’s mighty neighborly of you, Johnnie. Would you like to help me when I visit your wife again?”

I mean, how could I answer that honestly without appearing to be gay? I enjoyed holding his cock. I felt part of their lovemaking, and besides holding, I could pretend it was mine. “If you’d like me to, sir,” I blushed.

“No. Not good enough. I need to know if you, I mean if you, Johnnie, really want to handle my cock for your wife and me?”

Deep breath. “Yes, sir. I would love to be your helper.”

Frank grinned. Cindy stifled a laugh, and I went to bring them drinks.

*****

STEP SIX:

“Since you boy is so eager to help us, I intend to broaden his cuckold duties. I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Keep some and kiss Johnnie. My bet he’ll be more than fine-tasting my sperm. After we fuck and he eats my sperm from your pussy, I’m going to have your boy suck my cock in front of you. I may need you to encourage him. Tell him it’s the right thing to do after I worked hard to make you feel like a woman. We’ll have him feeling like a woman very soon.”

Just like before, I was naked when I greeted Frank two days later. After getting him a drink and watching Cindy welcome him with passionate kisses. Frank had me assist him in undressing.

It was Cindy’s turn to sit and watch as I presented her man to her. I’ll never forget that moment when I freed his cock from his boxer shorts. Hanging long over his big balls, my own boner jumped in excitement. Frank saw me gazing longingly at his manhood. “Nice cock, isn’t it?”

I looked up at him. “Oh yes, sir. It’s beautiful. I wish it was mine.”

Frank held his cock out to me. “It can be yours, baby,” he said in sotto voce. Only a few inches from my face, I almost leaned in and kissed it. The desire was in me, but I was unable to cross that threshold of straight to gay.

“You can kiss it if you’d like, Johnnie,” I heard Cindy say.

“No, thank you. The offer is tempting, but I can’t,” I said, standing up to hang up Frank’s trousers and shirt.

In minutes I was standing beside Frank feeding his cock into my wife’s mouth. The familiar feeling of Frank caressing my bottom had me feeling closer to him. Without being told, I reached to hold his nuts so Cindy could lick them.

As my wife kissed Frank’s balls, I stroked his cock and almost wished I was in my wife’s place. I mean, from watching her, sucking a nice big cock didn’t look all that bad. In fact, seeing Cindy’s satisfaction as Frank emptied his balls in her mouth again, I envied her.

When Cindy took his large organ back into her mouth, she was on a mission to make him cum.

“That’s it, my married cock sucker. Show your husband how much you want me to cum in your mouth.”

Frank took her head in both hands and fucked her face until he groaned, and his body stiffened. Grunting and cursing, Frank emptied his balls into my wife again.

His cock softened in my hand, and Cindy rose and took my face in her hands. Kissing me, she forced a large sample of Frank’s spunk into my mouth and held me to her until I swallowed. I was surprised, to say the least. But when she asked if the taste was good, I couldn’t lie. “It’s not bad, dear,” I confessed.

I made the two lovers refreshments, and 40 minutes later, Cindy was laying between his legs, sucking his cock hard again.

I would never get tired of watching Frank fuck my wife. I knew it was because I was unable to bring her the relief she craved, and it made me feel small useless, like I had nothing to offer. So, when Frank filled her pussy with his sperm, and Cindy called me to her, I didn’t fight lapping at the copious thick seed oozing from her red-raw and well fucked cunt.

Frank lay beside my wife, watching me, complimenting me on being a good boy. My boner let him know that what I was doing was not a turn-off.

“My turn, Johnnie,” Frank said after I had cleaned my wife and brought her to another orgasm.

“Sir?” I said, not understanding.

“My cock, Johnnie. Clean my cock like you cleaned your wife’s cunt.”

I hesitated. “Go on, Johnnie. It’s the least you can do for the man who gives your wife so much pleasure.”

I looked from Cindy to Frank. “Go on, Johnnie. Show Frank the respect he deserves.”

Now I was on my tummy, holding Frank’s cock and lapping at his nut sac before taking his cock in my mouth. “That’s my good boy,” Frank said, tussling my hair. “You have a talent, Johnnie. You sure you haven’t sucked a cock before?”

I raised my face from his crotch. “No, sir. This is my first time.”

“It’s not going to be your last time. I can promise you that, son.”

My tummy fluttered hearing that. I didn’t know whether to be insulted or take it as a compliment. Regardless, I wanted to make this an enjoyable experience for Frank and suckled his cock gently. I even licked his balls, which was something I learned he liked. When it started to grow hard again, I felt as though I’d accomplished something.

Frank dismissed me, telling me he and Cindy wanted some private time. “I’ll call you when we’re through. You can clean us again.

I waited for over an hour before being called in to serve them. I went straight to Frank’s cock without being told and took it in my mouth. The tangy flavor of his sperm and my wife’s juices were delightful.

“Look at you, boy, Cindy. He went straight for my cock. That’s my good cock sucker, Johnnie,” he praised me.

I slurped and sucked, licked and lapped until his cock was glistening and clean of their fuck. Turning to my wife, I dutifully licked and sucked Frank’s load from her pussy as they talked about what a good cuckold I’d become.

I helped Frank dress and saw him at the door. Holding my bottom, Frank had me look up at him. Thanks for your hospitality, Johnnie. You make a wonderful hostess.

“My pleasure, sir,” I said and squealed and giggled when he squeezed my bottom. “Stop that,” I smiled, but I really liked the way he just felt that he could feel me up whenever he wanted. “I look forward to your next visit, sir,” I said, meaning it.

Frank laughed as he walked to his car.

*****

STEP SEVEN:

“Cindy, now that your boy sucked my cock, have him tell you how he felt with my cock in his mouth. For my next visit, have him wear something feminine for my arrival. Panties and maybe a camisole top or something like that. Tell him that his doing that will please me because it will make me feel less gay when he sucks my cock.

“I saw how happy and natural you looked with Frank’s cock in your mouth, baby. It’s a nice cock, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

“Tell me the truth, Johnnie. Did you like it?”

I blushed and looked down. “Yeah,” I whispered.

“Speak up, Johnnie. I didn’t hear you.”

I looked at my wife. “Yes. I liked it. Okay?”

Cindy smiled. “Oh baby, I think it’s great that you like being Frank’s cock sucker. I know he liked the way you cleaned him. He told me a secret before he left.”

Curious, I had to ask what that secret was.

“Frank is going to reward you by letting you suck him off. Just think of it, baby. Taking Frank’s load directly from his big balls.”

“Wow,” was all I could say.

Later that week, Cindy asked me what panties of hers were my favorites. “I’m partial to the red bikini panties. You know, the ones that have the sheer mesh front.”

“You have great taste, baby. Let’s try them on you.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Come with me. I want to see you in my panties.”

Not 5 minutes later, I was modeling my favorite panties for my wife. “Damn, baby, your ass looks so sexy in those. Tell you what. They’re yours to keep.”

“Really? I mean, like you can see my boner and balls through the fabric.”

“Yes, really. Of course, your junk is visible. That’s what they were designed for. And I think it would be a good idea if you’d wear them for Frank. He told me he thought you had a sexy ass.”

“I know he does. He keeps putting his hand on my bottom. But why let him see my dick if he doesn’t like to?”

“Oh, Johnnie. You are so dense at times. When Frank sees your little boner when you’re sucking his cock, he’ll know you really enjoy it.”

I wasn’t so sure she was right but conceded to her wishes. “Okay, I guess.”

“Well then, it’s settled. You’ll wear panties for Frank, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you wear them all the time.”

“What? Wear these same panties all the time?”

Cindy giggled. “No, silly boy. We’ll get you some of your own. Won’t that be nice?”

Two nights later, I blushed as I greeted Frank at the door in my panties. “Nice, baby. Did you wear those for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He reached for my bottom. “Nice pussy, baby. Looks better in panties than it ever did naked.”

Cindy joined us wearing a see-thru robe under which she had on a black French-cut panty. I watched as she and Frank bid each other welcome. Their kissing and feeling each other up was breathtaking to me.

I hurried off to fetch their drinks. I handed my wife hers first. Going to Frank, “Your drink, sir.”

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled. As I turned to go to my usual seat, Cindy told me to stop.

I stood, not knowing why.

“Isn’t there something you want to ask Frank?”

It took me several seconds of ear-shattering silence as she waited for an answer before I realized what she meant.

“Please, no, Cindy.”

She stomped her foot. “We talked about this, Johnnie. I expect you to follow through on your promises.”

“Promises,” I thought. “When did I promise to suck Frank’s cock?” I wondered.

More silence as they both waited expectantly.

I was unable to meet Cindy’s glare and surrendered.

Turning to Frank, I took a deep breath. “Um, sir, I mean, if it’s okay, may I suck your cock?”

“I didn’t hear a please in there, Johnnie,” Cindy reprimanded me.

I think my whole body burned bright red. “Please, Frank.”

He just smiled and took a sip of his drink before answering me. “Please, what?”

“May I please suck your cock, sir?”

As difficult as that was to get out, my boner throbbed. It did not go unnoticed by Frank. “You have a hard-on, boy. You must really want to be my cock sucker.”

“He does, Frank,” Cindy said from behind me. “Tell him it’s why you wore panties for him, Johnnie.”

Would there be no end to the delicious humiliation they were putting me through?

“She’s right, sir. I wore my panties so you’d be pleased and let me,” deep breath, “be your cock sucker.”

The grin that appeared on his face should have told me that, which I later learned. “Get my pants off and be my cock sucker, Johnnie.”

Shirts and trousers hung neatly in the closet. I was kneeling before this big man, this real man. Holding cock had become an old hat for me by then. I leaned in and kissed the tip. I noticed my wife was now seated by Frank so she could watch me.

I pursed my lips and covered the crown of his not-yet-hard cock, using my tongue to stimulate him. Holding his balls in my hand, I stroked his fat long shaft, feeling him starting to grow stiff.

“How’s he doing, Frank?” Cindy asked after she broke their kiss.

“The boy is doing a fine job. Told you the other night, Johnnie’s a natural cock sucker.”

It may sound sick, but I got some satisfaction from hearing that compliment. I worked harder to please this real man. I moved down to lap his balls, kissing each one before moving back up his cock. I made eye contact with Frank and Cindy when I took him deep into my mouth. I was determined to maintain eye contact. I can’t say why that seemed important to me, but it seemed right.

I heard Frank give a little moan and knew he was happy with my efforts. I ran my lips up and down his cock, my hand moving in harmony with my mouth. I struggled to take his cock in my throat and choked but kept trying until I was able to accommodate his prodigious member while breathing through my nose.

My panty was wet with my own leakage as I pumped and sucked, sucked and pumped. Finally, after a half hour, Frank told me he was cumming. I jacked his cock and swallowed his savory seed as he roared and called me his cock sucking faggot.

Frank’s sperm trickled from the sides of my mouth as his cock began to deflate. I used his cock to collect the spillage and licked it clean. Then, I held him in my mouth until he pushed me away. “Enough, Johnnie. Damn.”

I sat back, my bottom on my heels. A sense of pride washed over me, that I tamed that big cock. It was me who made this real man cum.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Johnnie?” Cindy asked.

I knew precisely what she meant. “Thank you, sir,” I smiled at Frank.

The remainder of that night was them fucking and me cleaning both. I really felt a part of their coupling and was happy to be included.

Later, they called me in and told me I deserved my reward. I hadn’t jacked off in front of Frank before, but my dick really needed some relief. I tugged my boner a few times, and as was habit by now, I came in my hand and licked my sperm while they watched.

*****

STEP EIGHT:

“Now’s the time to take his manhood forever, Cindy. Have that faggot you married wear something very sexy, a hose, a garter belt, and her panties. That’s right; her. Have her make up for her big night. I’m going to fuck any and all vestiges of male out of her. Johnnie is a naturally accomplished cock sucker. Next up is to have her give up that pussy to real men, like the sissy whore she was born to be. What I need you to do is give her and me an hour alone. I’ll seduce your husband’s inner bitch to let me fuck her. ”

“Baby boy, I’m afraid that when Frank visits us on Friday evening, I won’t be here to welcome him. Could you do that for me?”

This would be the first time Cindy would leave me alone with her lover. I’d been looking forward to his next visit. I liked him, and the sex was surprisingly good too. “I’ll be more than happy to welcome him while you’re out. Any idea how long you’ll be gone?”

“Oh, maybe an hour or so.”

“Sure. Anything I should do for him while you’re out?”

“I’ll help you get ready. I know you want to suck his cock again, don’t you?”

“Well, only if he wants me to. It’s not something I’m dying to do,” I lied.

“Uh huh,” Cindy said, disbelieving me.

Friday after work, I was whining and complaining that Cindy wanted me to wear a black hose and matching garter belt.

“Quit bitching, baby. You know how Frank’s loves to see his woman sexy.”

“But I’m not a woman, or did you forget that?”

“Okay, so maybe you’re not a woman. But look at you, babe. Look at your wide hips, that plump, come-fuck-me pussy you’re trailing. Now quit fussing and put that fucking negligee on.”

The pale pink panty and top were sexy, I had to admit. “You really think Frank will like seeing me in this?”

“You’re beautiful. If I had a cock, I’d fuck you myself.”

That statement had me wondering. “You don’t think Frank will want to do that, do you?”

“Do what to you,” she asked as she applied the mascara to my eyes.

“You know, fuck me.”

“All done,” she said, stepping back to admire her work. “Well, baby, you know how horny that man can be. Now pucker up, and let me finish your new look.”

The bright red lipstick she had me wear made my lips look inviting. I was sure Frank would want to part them with his cock.

My hair was in a pageboy style, curling below my ears, compliments of my wife. As I stared into the mirror, I saw myself as the sexy, almost woman she wanted me to look like.

“You look so damned sexy, Johnnie. I think Frank will love your new look. You’ll have to wear makeup more often when you’re entertaining men.”

Cindy didn’t give a chance to protest as she hurried to leave. “Treat Frank good, Johnnie.”

“I will.”

I went to the kitchen and pulled out the Scotch and glass in preparation for Frank’s arrival.

I didn’t have long to wait or fret. I hurried to the door at the sound of the bell. Frank entered as he always did, as though it was his house. “Damn girl, you are a sight.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m afraid Cindy is out. She’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“No problem, Miss. Johnnie. That will give us more time to get to know each other better.”

With that said Frank put his hand on my panty-covered bottom and escorted me to the couch, where he had me sit beside him. “Tell me, baby, did you dress sexy for your man tonight?”

I knew I’d better answer that question right. “I did, sir.”

“And tell me, baby, where is your man right now?”

“Sitting beside me, sir. Right here, right now.

“Am I your man, sweetheart?”

“I hope so,” I gushed quietly.

“Do you want to be my girl?”

“Sir, I’d love to, but I’m a man.”

Frank chuckled. “No, Johnnie. You’re not a man. You’ve never been a man, not really, anyway. No baby, you may be a male, but you are not a man. You’re a beautiful sissy. More females than males. You were made for men like me to use and abuse. Sissies like you are born to serve real men, serve and service them.”

I wanted to cry.

Tell me, Miss. Johnnie. Do you like sucking my cock; being my cock sucker?”

“Yes, sir. Very much.”

“And I know you like wearing your panties, especially for me.”

I nodded. But I was beginning to see the light.

Frank sipped his drink, holding it with his left hand. His right hand placed my hand on his cock then he began to caress my nylon-covered legs.

His cock was already hard. I clutched it through his trousers and squeezed it. “See what you do to me, baby girl.”

It was a statement rather than a question. “I do,” I smiled sweetly as I unzipped his fly and reached in for his wonderful cock. Pulling it out, I leaned down and gave it a welcoming kiss. “You’ve got a beautiful cock, sir,” I told him.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told. I’m glad you like it. You’ve become a wonderful cock sucker, baby.”

“Thank you. Sir,” I said, using my tongue to circle the crown.

“Get me out of these clothes, baby girl. Then we’ll go lay down.”

I watched Frank head to our bedroom, admiring his naked form. I hung his trousers and shirt in the closet and followed after him.

He had me lying beside him, my face against his broad chest, his hand holding my bottom. I reached for his cock and stroked it while he caressed my bottom, which caused me to shiver a bit.

“My girl likes her fat pussy caressed, doesn’t she?”

“I do, sir.”

He brought his hand to my face. “Suck my finger like it’s my cock girl. Get it wet.”

He finger fucked my mouth for a few seconds. Then, he reached under my panty and found my most private place.

“Ooooo, Sir, what are you doing to me?”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, sir. It feels nice.”

“Let’s drop the sir, baby girl. Call me Daddy.”

I looked up from his chest into his deep brown eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” I smiled and wiggled my bottom against his finger.

I could hardly believe what happened next. Daddy pulled me to him and planted his lips against mine. I nearly swooned being kissed by this man, this handsome, real man.

I welcomed his tongue with mine, and my passion grew as his finger probed deeper. I broke our kiss. “Daddy, I know you want to fuck me.”

“Yeah? What else do you know?”

“I, um, well, I want you to.”

“You want me to, what?”

“Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me.”

Daddy flipped me over on my back. Supporting himself using his arms, he looked deep into my eyes. “When my cock enters you, you will never feel like a male again. Getting fucked is your ticket to sissydom, girl. You need to understand that should I ever catch you in clothes meant for a man, you will ruin the day. So, think about what you want and where you’re gonna end up. Then tell me.”

I thought about it. I really did. And the more I thought about it, the more it felt right. “Daddy, make me a woman, please. Make me your woman,” I said as I lifted my bum, put my hands on his tight ass, and pulled his cock to me. “I know I’m not a man, not like you. I know I love sucking your cock and wearing pretty panties for you. I don’t want to be a male. I want to be your sissy, your woman. Fuck your sissy, Daddy. Fuck her, please.”

Cindy arrived home and found Daddy’s balls deep in his sissy. My nylon-covered legs were wrapped around his calves, and she told me later I was blathering and begging Frank to fuck me harder.

My panty filled with my discharge as Daddy fucked my senses and maleness out of me.

“I’m cumming you faggot mother fucker. Ahhh, fuuuuuck. Take it sissy. Take your man’s seed in that sissy pussy.”

“I see you two have come to an agreement,” I heard my wife say.

Daddy turned to her. “Johnnie is officially a woman now. Told you.”

I didn’t know what that “told you” meant until I found Cindy’s notes that Frank had given her.

Two months later, I was rummaging through my wife’s lingerie drawer, getting ready to go out to dinner with her and Daddy and one of his friends, when I came across Frank’s instructions to my wife. Cindy came into the room and saw what I was reading. Sitting beside me on the bed, she asked if I was upset.

“Why would I be upset?” I asked.

“I thought that seeing what you found might……”

“Not to worry, Cin. I’m good. In fact, I’m better now than I ever was. I am more confident than ever, surer of myself than I’d ever been. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for helping Daddy make me the woman I am today.”

Cindy kissed me on my cheek. “We’d better hurry. Frank and his buddy will be here soon.

I zipped up the side of my short skirt, touched up my makeup, slid into my heels, and went out to meet my first date with a real man who my Daddy set me up with. And if you really need to know, yes, my date knows I’m Daddy’s sissy.

 

The End.

 

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