It has been well over a year since my wife, Goddess Valerie took control of me as part of her recovery from a neck and back injury. The injury has long since completely healed, but her control over me has only grown deeper, stronger, and more intense. This was largely due to the assistance of her best friend, Goddess Francine.
Now that I was clearly her slave and sissy-cuckold, our lives fell into a pattern. I was disciplined regularly. I was kept feminized at all times. I did housework and provided massages and oral services to my Goddesses. They went out, every night, either to the Fitness Club, or to bars and dance clubs. About half the time they went to bars and dance clubs, they brought me along.
However, despite the basic pattern of our lives, my Goddesses did make changes, mostly for their own pleasure and amusement. The change that I like the most is that they removed my cock cage. They figured, and correctly so, that they no longer needed my sexual desperation to control me. They control me through physical discipline and the threat of banishing me from our relationship to which I've strangely become completely addicted. Also, my basic thinking has been changed. My Goddesses have trained me to the point where I feel that it is simply my role in life to worship, serve, and obey them.
Another big change was making my situation more transparent to our neighbors. Now that I was kept fully feminized at all times, and borderline passable to boot, there was no need to try to hide it. My wardrobe has grown beyond bras, panties, dresses, heels, and a French Maid outfit. I now own skirts and blouses, tight jeans, short shorts, crop tops, swimsuits, casual women's shoes, etc., basically an entire wardrobe, all feminine and all slutty. In fact, some of my crop tops say "Slut" right on the chest.
I still do all my housework, and yardwork in our private backyard and exposed front yard in only bra and panties. But when I walk around the neighborhood or when I visit a neighbor's house for any reason, I wear one of my feminine outfits. I might wear a tight skirt and blouse, making me look like a slutty secretary. I might wear short shorts and a tight top that reads, "Slut". I wear whatever my Goddesses tell me to, of course.
In explaining my feminization to any of our neighbors, I am required to tell them the true story, that I am slave to my wife, Goddess Valerie, and her best friend, Goddess Francine, that I am required to do all the housework, cooking and serving. I have to tell them that I am a sissy-cuckold and that I lick feet and pussy and suck cock on command. Most of our neighbors (couples, single men, and single women) are somewhat shocked by this. But a few of them are intrigued, even excited. It must be remembered that I am now a decent-looking tranny.
One day, my wife received a phone call. When she hung up, she told me it was Paul and Tina, our neighbors down the street. She said they were asking about the possibility of getting oral sex from me. I looked shocked. My wife further explained that I would have to lick Tina's pussy to orgasm, and suck Paul's cock and swallow his cum.
As I was thinking about this, thinking we would discuss it, Goddess Valerie really shocked me when she casually said, "I think it's a wonderful idea. Go!"
Of course, I obeyed my wife as I always do. I walked out the front door, fully made-up (slutty looking as always), and wearing a short tight red skirt, my pink crop top with "Slut" emblazoned in red across the chest, and my red open-toed six-inch stiletto heels. I minced my way down the street two blocks to Paul and Tina's house. I rang the doorbell and Tina cheerfully opened the door and led me to the living room where Paul was seated. They both wore robes.
Tina happily exclaimed, "Wow! I had planned to make you strip down to the cute sexy bra and panties I know you always wear. But you look like such a hot slut, I think I'll leave you dressed just as you are."
Their attitudes were a strange sexy mix of friendly neighbor and dominant owner. Tina said she wanted to go first. She sat on the couch and let her robe slip open revealing her hot naked body. I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. As I started to crawl between her legs, she stopped me. She told me she'd heard so much about my foot worship skills that she just had to experience it for herself.
She was already barefoot, her soles slightly dirty from walking around that way. Her feet were really quite beautiful, carefully pedicured and accented with toe rings and an ankle bracelet. I started by licking and nibbling her soles. This served to get her pretty soles squeaky clean and to elicit some squeals of pleasure from my hot sexy neighbor. But that was nothing compared to Tina's reaction when I sucked her toes and squirmed my warm wet tongue deep between each pair of toes. She started moaning loudly as though she was about to orgasm.
After I finished worshiping both her feet, she told me to lick her pussy. I crawled between her legs, my head nestled between her warm soft shapely thighs. I immediately went to work, using all the skills I had been taught by Mistress Valerie and Mistress Francine. I soon had her moaning with pleasure. A few minutes later, Tina crossed her ankles behind me, squeezed my head between her thighs, spasmed, and screamed in orgasm. After she calmed down and released my head, I gently licked her sopping pussy clean, savoring her juices.
Then I heard Paul's voice, "I'm next, slut!"
I turned around on my hands and knees and crawled to him. His robe was open, and his cock was hard, and very big. He wasted no time. He grabbed me by the ears and pulled my mouth over his cock. Then he started fucking my face, making me gag when he shoved it deep into my throat. He face-fucked me like that for about twenty minutes, then groaned loudly and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed all I could, but there was so much that some of it dripped down my chin and onto my "Slut" crop top. Paul pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and grinned at me.
