Sunday was a slow start for the both of us. It wasn’t until morning that Cheryl really felt how much wine she’d had the night before, and I had been tossing and turning through the night, my mind racing. I’d wake convinced I’d forgotten something, and I’d reach down to make sure that I wasn’t sleeping with a ribbon tied around me or with a plug still buried in my ass.
After a late breakfast, we sat around for a while talking over coffee, and Cheryl reiterated what a wonderful time she’d had the night before, even if she was paying the price for over-indulging.
“So you weren’t just being nice? You really like them? I just want to make sure, before we go ahead and cut a hole in that fence,” I asked.
“Oh yes, I was serious. I don’t know why, but I just get a good feeling about her—about them both really. Lydia and I got along like I’d known her for years. You seemed to be good friends with Liam too. You were gone a while when you went to get wine, so I assume he’s not bad to talk with.”
It hit me like a brick that she’d noticed. But of course she hadn’t thought a thing about it. Why would she? As far as she knew I was the normal, heterosexual man she’d married. She might have raised an eyebrow had I disappeared with Liam’s wife, but not him. In fact, she had only encouraged me to see more of him. She knew how most of my male friends had fallen away, and now that we were in a new city, it would be even harder to keep in touch.
“Oh yes, I like him. He seems like a good guy. It will also be great if he can help us out with the renovations.”
I meant what I’d said, as we really did want to properly outfit the basement so that the house would be ready to suit any changes to our lives here, but I was also thinking that the last thing I needed was some other contractor discovering a network of security camera wiring I couldn’t explain.
Cheryl had a bit of work to do, so she pulled out her laptop and stretched out sideways across the sofa in the living room. As for me, I had some outdoor work to tend to. Now that we had a home and a yard to feel proud of, I wanted to put in the work to keep it up.
I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and an old t-shirt and went outside. The yard was quite large and there were a lot of mature trees towards the back. I walked back there, feeling how much more private and enclosed it felt. Nestled in the corner of the yard was a wooden shed, and a rather large one considering that it currently only held a lawn mower, weed-eater and a few rakes.
Reaching the door, I stopped in my tracks. The old padlock that had hung from the latch was gone, and replaced by a shiny new lock that appeared to open with a combination. I tilted it up and was looking at it when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Thinking that I should have known, I read the text.
“The combination is SLUT,” it read.
Of course it is, I muttered to myself. I opened the lock and looked around inside. I didn’t notice any evidence of anything having been moved or changed, so perhaps he was just showing me that there was yet another space he was taking over. There always seemed to be another shoe ready to drop.
I got the mower filled and started, and began cutting the grass. I enjoyed the calm simplicity of mowing the lawn, completing the task one row at a time, back and forth, as the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air. Liam was in my mind then too, as I seemed to be always aware when I was within sight of one of their windows, or I was wondering about the shed lock, or what might be next in his increasingly risky and tormenting plans for me.
When I was all done mowing and edging both yards, I’d worked up a pretty good sweat, as it was a sunny and warm day. I packed everything back up in the shed, thought one more time about the new lock and hoped that I would never need to tell Cheryl the code.
Cheryl was still stretched out across the couch, but her laptop was on the coffee table and she was fast asleep. I smiled, as we both appreciated a good weekend nap and she looked very pretty and peaceful. Being as quiet as I could, I snuck upstairs to take a shower.
I was only just beginning to undress when my phone vibrated again with yet another message from Liam.
“I want you to be as sissy and pretty as possible in your panties. You will be keeping your clitty and balls shaved, starting today.”
I stared at the words on the screen for a moment, before deleting the evidence. How was I going to explain this to Cheryl? My face was heating up, but I knew I’d already lost. Disobedience wasn’t an option, now that Liam had evidence of so much.
I locked the door to the bathroom and started the water. I stripped and looked down at myself. I felt helpless, foolish and uncertain, but there was nothing I could do. I used scissors to trim things to start, then took my shaving cream and razor into the shower with me. I cleaned myself and then set to work on the task at hand. It took some time, but by slathering shaving cream over and over, and taking my time, I got the job done. Rinsing off, I felt so strange, and looked strange as well.
It was a cleaner look, to be sure, and I even looked a bit larger, but it was strange to be so smooth and hairless. I’d spent long enough in the shower, and I was starting to feel self-conscious about it, so I got dressed and went downstairs. Perhaps it was all in my mind, but I felt different in my underwear, and it was one more thing to keep Liam and his control of me in my mind. Cheryl was awake and watching television, and if she noted the extra time I had spent in the shower, she didn’t mention anything about it.
We decided to head out on errands together, so we spent the rest of the day bustling around the city in a mix of completing required shopping and exploring our new neighbourhood. At one point, we found ourselves walking on the same street as the adult toy store I had visited. I felt my heart tighten and I made sure to look away as we walked past, deadly afraid that Ashley would be there and I’d catch her eye.
It was so confusing and challenging to be having such a wonderful time with my wife, talking and laughing and enjoying our weekend time together while at the same time feeling a secret growing between us. It felt like Liam was placing traps in my path that I had to constantly be aware of. I couldn’t help but feel aroused by his growing power over my life, and even over his increasing presence in my marriage. I realised more and more that I was starting to imagine him with her.
The sun was setting as we arrived home and we cooked dinner together, opened a bottle of wine, and ate dinner in front of the TV, watching a movie. It was a quiet night, as our Sunday nights often were. I’m sure Cheryl was mentally preparing for the work week to come. I had some work on my mind, but much more than that, I felt like I was on the precipice of a momentous week at home.
By 10:30, Cheryl was yawning, so I escorted her upstairs by 11:00 and tucked her into bed. I promised I wouldn’t stay up too late, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and went back downstairs.
I tried watching TV for a bit, but my own thoughts were too loud to concentrate on anything. I went to my office and turned on the computer, logging into kink accounts, intending just to look and observe. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but I felt like at least being in the presence of others like myself.
I had no expectation at all that my visit to these sites would be a secret from Liam anymore, but still, it surprised me to get a message from him so soon after I’d logged in. There was a link, and a message that I was allowed to masturbate to what I found there, but that I was still not allowed release.
It turned out to be a cam site and, after taking a moment to set up a quick account there, I found myself on the homepage of a woman named Brooke. She had shoulder-length brown hair with a bit of wave to it, and she wore a pretty pink ribbon choker that matched her clingy pink top. Her lips, which stood out painted a glistening red with lipstick, were curled into a wide and welcoming smile as she chatted and interacted with the men who had gathered in the chatroom. She leaned back comfortably in what looked like a comfortable office chair and as she moved her full breasts jiggled.
I leaned back in my chair as well, opening my pants, and I started to stroke my cock, finding myself growing stiff. The combination of her evidently sexy demeanour and my own sexual denial had me hard fast. I wasn’t very familiar with sites like these, so I mostly focussed on watching her, and listening to her interact with the men, laughing along with them, and responding graciously and flirtatiously to their comments and suggestions.
It wasn’t long before the conversation turned more explicit, and Brooke reached whatever milestone she had set to reveal more of herself. She stood and wiggled herself out of her skirt. What was revealed to me then was that, barely contained within black thong panties, was an impressive cock. Brooke sat back down and eased her cock out into full view. The panties cupped her shaved balls as she started to stroke herself.
My own stroking never stopped and grew only more intense. Unlike me, wearing feminine clothes didn’t make her look teased or humiliated. She was sexy and inviting and alluring. Her smile and laughter were intoxicating. I was rock hard and I had to switch to a very gentle touch to keep myself under control, but I didn’t want to stop. Soon I was just barely gripping myself with the fingertips of two fingers, but I felt on the edge, with my cock head glistening.
Her voice teased me, as did the obscene messages of the other men watching. They wanted to suck her cock, they said, and they asked her to touch herself in specific ways, or show off parts of her body. If they tipped well enough, she would oblige them.
It was all hitting me with an increasing mental and sexual confusion. I knew that while the incriminating photos were what got me started serving Liam as my Master, that my own interest in dominance and submission stoked the fire of my kinks within me as I obeyed his commands. With that thought, I could still think of myself as straight even while I felt arousal at the thought and experience of sucking Master’s cock, or feeling him fuck me. Did that still apply now? I was rock hard and stroking myself to the edge of release, watching this trans beauty stroke her cock — a cock which put mine to shame — but it was only Liam’s instruction to come to this place that made my actions the least bit submissive. I couldn’t quite tell if I saw a dominant in her, or if I imagined myself in her place.
“I’m glad you obviously like her,” came a message from Liam. “We will have to ensure you spend more time with her. For now, you should say hello in the chat, tell her that you are Sissy Crissy, tell her that your Master Liam sent you, and then wish her a good night. Then it should be off to bed for you. Tomorrow could be a long day.”
Brooke seemed to light up at the mention of Liam’s name. It was also exciting to hear her speak my name, as she responded to the text messages out loud, my sissy name spoken out loud by her lips for me and in front of every other man there.
I followed my instructions, and bid her a good night. I heard my name, my new name, spoken in her voice, echo in my mind as I shut down my computer. It also was not lost on me that Liam was dictating not only an end to my touching myself, but also when I went to bed.
I turned off the lights and felt my aching erection slowly soften without satisfaction as I made my way upstairs. I slipped into bed as quietly as I could, avoiding waking or disturbing Cheryl, who was breathing softly in a deep sleep.
As I tried to calm my thoughts, I ruminated on how often since meeting Liam I had been fearful or unsure about what the next day would bring. That night, it hit me that I was really looking forward to the next day arriving. Part of me felt terrible, but I was so excited about that moment when Cheryl would drive away and I would be his again.
