Punished
You must be careful next time your wife orders you to please her. Otherwise you could end up punished by her bound and gagged while she is making love with her lover. Well, in fact you always end up tied and gagged when your wife is having sex with her lover.
A strange envelope with no return address lay on the kitchen counter. Intrigued, he picked it up and carefully slit it open with the letter opener.
Inside, a single sheet of paper fluttered out. Written in a neat, almost clinical handwriting, it contained a list of items: a sissy maid dress, a set of girly lace lingerie, a pair of pantyhose, a black wig and black high heels. His heart began to race as he recognized the handwriting. It was his wife's, but the tone was different, more authoritative than he'd ever seen it before.
He felt a mix of fear and excitement as he read the note that accompanied the list. "Dearest," it began, "You know the rules. If you fail to follow my every command, you'll be punished. Tonight, I expect you to wear these items and serve me and my lover. Don't disappoint me." His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he scanned the instructions, his mind racing with the implications of what was to come.
With trembling hands, he gathered the items and retreated to their bedroom. The dress was black, the lingerie a stark black contrast, and the high heels looked impossibly high. He slipped into the sssheer black pantyhose, feeling the tight embrace of the fabric up his legs. Each step in the heels was a battle against his own masculine instincts, but he knew better than to protest. His wife had made her expectations clear.
As he put on the wig, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The transformation was almost complete. The sight of himself dressed in such a way made his stomach churn, yet there was an undeniable arousal building within him. He couldn't help but wonder what his wife's new lover would think of him. Would he laugh? Would he be disgusted? Or perhaps, would he find it as thrilling as his wife apparently did?
The doorbell rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. His wife's voice called out, "Hurry up, darling. We don't want to keep our guest waiting." He took a deep breath and finished tying the laces of the corset. The fabric cinched tightly around his waist, pushing his chest out in an unnatural way that made him feel both vulnerable and strangely excited. The final touch was a pair of red lipstick kisses on his plumped up lips.
When he entered the living room, his wife was there, dressed in a seductive negligee that left little to the imagination. Her lover, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes, sat comfortably on the couch, sipping a drink. Both of them looked at him with a mix of amusement and desire. "Perfect," his wife said with a wicked smile, "Now, go get us some refreshments and make sure you don't spill a drop."
The evening unfolded with his wife and her lover enjoying themselves while he served them, his movements awkward and self-conscious in the feminine attire. His cheeks burned with every lewd remark and knowing glance they exchanged. Yet, as the night progressed, he found himself becoming more and more entranced by the scene unfolding before him. The way his wife's lover touched her, whispered in her ear, and claimed her mouth with hungry kisses, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As the tension in the room grew, so did his own arousal. He knew what was expected of him and the punishment that would follow if he didn't comply. But there was also a part of him that craved the humiliation, that yearned to be a part of their twisted game. With every step he took in the high heels, every sway of his hips, he could feel the lover's gaze on him, undressing him with his eyes.
The lover stood up, his eyes never leaving the sissy maid. He approached, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "You've been a good boy, serving us so well," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But now it's time for your punishment."
With surprising strength, the lover grabbed him and forced him to sit in a chair. "Now, don't move," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. The lover's hands were rough as they secured the ropes around his wrists and ankles, tying him to the chair. His wife watched with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she stroked the lover's chest.
The lover pulled out a panel gag, the same one he'd used countless times before. He stretched open his mouth and inserted the rubber sphere, tying it tightly behind his head. His wife stepped closer, tracing her finger along his now-exposed throat before whispering, "You're going to watch and learn, my pet."
The lover took a seat on the couch, pulling his wife onto his lap. They began to kiss passionately, their tongues dancing together as they ignored his existence. His breath grew ragged, his heart racing in his chest as he struggled against the bindings. The fabric of the dress felt suffocating, the lace of the lingerie scratching his skin.
They moved to the bedroom, the lover carrying his wife with ease. He was left in the dimly lit living room, the sound of their laughter and passion echoing through the walls. The minutes stretched into hours as he sat, bound and gagged, listening to their lovemaking. He felt like an intruder in his own home, a mere prop for their entertainment.
Inside, a single sheet of paper fluttered out. Written in a neat, almost clinical handwriting, it contained a list of items: a sissy maid dress, a set of girly lace lingerie, a pair of pantyhose, a black wig and black high heels. His heart began to race as he recognized the handwriting. It was his wife's, but the tone was different, more authoritative than he'd ever seen it before.
He felt a mix of fear and excitement as he read the note that accompanied the list. "Dearest," it began, "You know the rules. If you fail to follow my every command, you'll be punished. Tonight, I expect you to wear these items and serve me and my lover. Don't disappoint me." His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he scanned the instructions, his mind racing with the implications of what was to come.
With trembling hands, he gathered the items and retreated to their bedroom. The dress was black, the lingerie a stark black contrast, and the high heels looked impossibly high. He slipped into the sssheer black pantyhose, feeling the tight embrace of the fabric up his legs. Each step in the heels was a battle against his own masculine instincts, but he knew better than to protest. His wife had made her expectations clear.
As he put on the wig, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The transformation was almost complete. The sight of himself dressed in such a way made his stomach churn, yet there was an undeniable arousal building within him. He couldn't help but wonder what his wife's new lover would think of him. Would he laugh? Would he be disgusted? Or perhaps, would he find it as thrilling as his wife apparently did?
The doorbell rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. His wife's voice called out, "Hurry up, darling. We don't want to keep our guest waiting." He took a deep breath and finished tying the laces of the corset. The fabric cinched tightly around his waist, pushing his chest out in an unnatural way that made him feel both vulnerable and strangely excited. The final touch was a pair of red lipstick kisses on his plumped up lips.
When he entered the living room, his wife was there, dressed in a seductive negligee that left little to the imagination. Her lover, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes, sat comfortably on the couch, sipping a drink. Both of them looked at him with a mix of amusement and desire. "Perfect," his wife said with a wicked smile, "Now, go get us some refreshments and make sure you don't spill a drop."
The evening unfolded with his wife and her lover enjoying themselves while he served them, his movements awkward and self-conscious in the feminine attire. His cheeks burned with every lewd remark and knowing glance they exchanged. Yet, as the night progressed, he found himself becoming more and more entranced by the scene unfolding before him. The way his wife's lover touched her, whispered in her ear, and claimed her mouth with hungry kisses, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As the tension in the room grew, so did his own arousal. He knew what was expected of him and the punishment that would follow if he didn't comply. But there was also a part of him that craved the humiliation, that yearned to be a part of their twisted game. With every step he took in the high heels, every sway of his hips, he could feel the lover's gaze on him, undressing him with his eyes.
The lover stood up, his eyes never leaving the sissy maid. He approached, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "You've been a good boy, serving us so well," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But now it's time for your punishment."
With surprising strength, the lover grabbed him and forced him to sit in a chair. "Now, don't move," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. The lover's hands were rough as they secured the ropes around his wrists and ankles, tying him to the chair. His wife watched with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she stroked the lover's chest.
The lover pulled out a panel gag, the same one he'd used countless times before. He stretched open his mouth and inserted the rubber sphere, tying it tightly behind his head. His wife stepped closer, tracing her finger along his now-exposed throat before whispering, "You're going to watch and learn, my pet."
The lover took a seat on the couch, pulling his wife onto his lap. They began to kiss passionately, their tongues dancing together as they ignored his existence. His breath grew ragged, his heart racing in his chest as he struggled against the bindings. The fabric of the dress felt suffocating, the lace of the lingerie scratching his skin.
They moved to the bedroom, the lover carrying his wife with ease. He was left in the dimly lit living room, the sound of their laughter and passion echoing through the walls. The minutes stretched into hours as he sat, bound and gagged, listening to their lovemaking. He felt like an intruder in his own home, a mere prop for their entertainment.
