Sissy get’s to play Dom and find’s his inner beast – kind of…

This chapter is all about Ted and Laura. Just plain old kinky bondage sex between husband and wife. And crossdressing, Ted is a sissy after all.

Chapter 5

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I woke groggily on the love seat. Laura’s head was on my fake boobs, face towards the floor, so I couldn’t see if she was awake. I ran my hand from her bare hip to her shoulder.

“Mmmm, that feels nice. Welcome back sleepy head.” She purred.

“I wasn’t sure you were awake. How long have we been out? And how long have you been awake?”

“I’m not sure what time it is, or how long we were out. I’ve been awake for about 10 to 20 minutes. Just listening to your heart beat, and thinking.” she replied.

“Thinking about what?”

She sat up and faced me. “Are you gonna be okay when you process today’s events, or are you gonna freak out again?”

She didn’t smile, it was a serious question, she was concerned about my mental state.

I wondered about today and frowned. I really didn’t know the answer to her question. Was I okay with all of it? I let them dress me up as a sissy with fake boobs and full make up. I’d fucked my daughter Eve and eaten my creampie from her pussy. I’d been fucked by my stepdaughter Danni. I’d eaten Danni’s pussy while she was being fucked, then sucked the creampie from her. I’d been fucked by several guys and fucked myself on one of them like he was a dildo. I’d also given blowjobs to several men and been one of the recipients of a bukake party.

Was it fun? Fuck yeah. Did I like it? Absolutely. But was I okay with it all… that was the real question.

Being dressed as a sissy and getting fucked, not a issue. Performing for a room full of people, definitely fun and exciting. Fucking Eve and eating Danni… that one I couldn’t presently process. Every fibre of my social programming told me it was so fucking wrong – yet it was so fucking incredible. And when it happened, Laura, Eve and Danni all loved it and encouraged it… Fuck, I don’t know, it was all so confusing. I guess only time would tell.

Laura had been patiently waiting, but I guess I was taking too long. “Ted?”

My eyes focused on her, “Best I can come up with right now – we’ll have to wait and see. I’m apparently not gonna freak out right now, but I can’t say guilt and moral issues might not come up later. Does that make sense?”

She smiled and place her hand on my cheek; leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips; pulled back and nodded her assent. I smiled back and we placed our foreheads together.

“So did you enjoy today?” she asked – playfully mocking me this time.

“Nope. Complete shit show. Never want to do it again. Everyone involved should be locked up for crimes against humanity. I’m gonna report you all for use and abuse of a cock addicted sissy cum slut. I might have to blow a few cops and judges, but I’m gonna get you all locked up.” I replied.

“No please don’t. I’ll do anything Master. Please don’t send me to jail.” Hand to her forehead, mimicking a 50s movie actress.

“Master. I like that. If I wasn’t so sore and worn out, I’d take you over and strap you to the bench right now.”

“Are you sure? I’m kinda horny and could go for another tumble.” Her hand dropped to my lap and started to fondle my cock and balls.

I winced. “I’m sorry babe, but seriously, the gear is pretty sensitive right now, and I really need food and more importantly water. Lots of water.”

She took her hand off my crotch and pinched my chin with her thumb and index finger. “Okay, we can get some food and liquid, but you promised you’d look after me if I needed it, so you best get your shit together mister.” She teased.

“I did promise that, didn’t I. Okay. Food and then dungeon time.” I wasn’t sure if I could actually perform, but if the love of my life wanted me to tie her up and fuck her, I was sure as hell going to do my best to please her.

“Cool. Let’s eat!” and she popped up off the couch like a teenager.

She helped pull me up, (I needed it), and once standing we looked around the room. It was a disaster – cum stained towels and sheets covered the floor and furniture. Sex toys, harnesses and lingerie littered every surface. The A-frame and ropes, used to bind me to the floor and ceiling, proudly displayed in the center of the room. All indicating that an orgy of epic proportions had occurred. And of course, the lingering smell of sex and sweat, just to punctuate the scene.

“Appears the ladies took the lights and cameras. But fuck! I’m not looking forward to cleaning up this mess.” I lamented.

“Later, we might still add to it.” Laura laughed and poked me playfully.

I grinned in agreement and linked my arm in hers, “shall we go my love?”

“Lead on Master.”

We headed out of the room and upstairs, naked except for my breast plate, corset and wig.

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Upstairs, the house was empty and spotless. The girls obviously spent a considerable amount of time cleaning after everyone left. They also ordered Chinese food and left the containers, plates and utensils on the table for us. Laura loaded our plates, while I got us something to drink (wine for her, a enormous glass of water for me).

They also left the SD cards from the video cameras and a note, which read: “Hey guys. We cleaned up as best we could and ordered you some food. Figured you’d need it after today’s adventures. We made a copy of the SD cards, hope you don’t mind – but there are parts we didn’t see because we were ‘actors in the play’. LOL. We’re going over to Danni’s to watch them and I figured it would be easier if we weren’t around when you woke up. But Dad – remember what I said – I started all this – so lighten the fuck up! Call us when you’re ready to get together and talk, or you know… Love you both. Eve and Danni.”

Laura read the note first and handed it to me. I read it and looked at her and shook my head. She cocked an eyebrow at me questioningly.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Still processing. But still not freaking out. But, if I’m being honest, I’m kinda glad they’re not here.”

We ate in silence for a bit till Laura pointed her fork at me and gestured at my boobs.

“So, you haven’t taken them off. And you clearly loved wearing them. Verdict?”

I looked down at my fake boobs. Without the catsuit covering the arm holes, they seemed more fake and some how diminished. But I did still love having them.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like them. It was fun and they really added to the sensation of getting fucked.”

“Liked them?” Laura countered. “Danni said you practically danced when she let you see them – after she managed to wrangle you into them, that is. And she also said you were disappointed that you couldn’t feel them being fondled and pinched. True or false?” Her lawyer cross examination persona coming out.

“True. I did think they were fucking awesome when I first saw them and felt them move on my chest. And also true, I was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t feel them being fondled. What of it?”

“So, why not get real ones?” She queried – like it was the most natural thing in the world – and took another bite of food.

“Uh, because I’ve got a company to run. And I’ve got employees and customers that would literally freak if I got boobs.”

“That’s the only reason. Your company and employees?”

“I’m a man Laura. Men don’t have boobs.” I spat back – off kilter and defensive.

“Don’t get defensive. I’m just asking questions. And they are valid questions. Also, I told you we weren’t finished talking about this.” She replied quietly and calmly.

“So you want me to get boobs? To become a woman? Is that it?” I tried to calm down, but I was confused, upset and a bit hurt.

“Not at all. Please calm down Ted. I love you. YOU! Capital Y O U! I’m not asking you to do anything, I’m asking you what you want. And I’m telling you, that if you want boobs – I’m on board with it. Hell, if I’m being honest, I’d even like it – I think you make one hot sexy bitch. But I’m certainly not asking you to become a woman. Nor am I asking you to get tits for me. But if the only thing stopping you is your work – then you shouldn’t let that stop you.”

Sometimes I hated her calm, logical, analytic presentation of the facts. I could be infuriating. But it had her desired effect. She had disarmed my agitation.

“So you think that I should just get boobs if I want them. Then – what – show up at work and go ‘Surprise! Look at your bosses new tits!’. Is that your plan?”

She sighed, stood up, and came and sat in my lap. “Ted, you and I are on a journey of self discovery. You’ve discovered that you like being submissive, dressing like a sexy little slut, getting fucked, and sucking cock. I’ve discovered I like being both dominant and submissive, eating pussy, and watching my beautiful, sexy husband get fucked, dressing like a sissy, and having tits.” She punctuated this by fondling one of my fake boobs.

“But no matter what, I love you and want to be with you. But I want you to be happy. I want you to be, and to experience, everything that could make you happy. And you seemed so happy and elated with your fakes tits, I’d love for you to experience what it’s like to have actual tits.” And she highlighted this, by fondling her own boobs. “But only if YOU want them. I’m not trying to change you. I’m trying to support you, and tell you that you can say ‘Fuck the world’ and I’ll stand by you. Do what makes you happy babe.” And she leaned down and kissed me – completely disarming my anger.

She pulled back, “I love you Ted.”

“I love you too.” And we cuddled in the kitchen chair.

She popped out of my lap and grabbed my hand. “Take me down to the dungeon and punish me. I’ve been naughty daddy.” She put a finger to her lips and twisted from side-to-side like a little girl caught being bad. A naughty, voluptuous, sexy, naked college girl.

I smiled and my cock stirred. I didn’t know if I could muster the energy to fuck her, but I could sure as hell try. And if not, well there were plenty of toys and my mouth to get her off. I stood and grabbed her by the back of her neck. “To the basement bitch! I’m gonna make you scream!”

Her eyes glazed over with lust and delight. I spun her towards the basement stairs and slapped her ass a couple times for good effect. This was going to be fun

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I spent some time getting Laura trussed up and helpless in the Rec room. Then put a blindfold on her, strapped a nice bright red ball gag in her mouth, and set about getting some clean toys and supplies from our playroom. Now I was back beside her with a plethora of items I could use to please, tease and torment her. I smiled to myself as I looked at her and the items I had gathered.

I had put her in the same collar they had used on me, and bound her to the floor and ceiling in the same fashion. She was now bent at the waist, her legs about 3 feet aside, and her ankles cuffed and roped to the floor. Her bare, pale, lightly freckled skin glowed in the dim light of the room. Her medium length ginger hair was now hanging loosely around her neck and shoulders, covering the aluminum bondage collar, its builtin arm restraint bars extending from each side.

I had extended the bars a bit, so Laura’s arms were now cuffed so her elbows were at a ninety degree angle. I knew from my recent experience, that having your hands closer to your shoulders was actually uncomfortable, and I wanted her focused on her sexy bits, not her aching arms.

The collar itself was suspended from the ceiling by a rope and also attached to the floor to build dynamic tension like a spring. She could flex her knees and arch her back, but that was about the limit of her movement in her current position. She looked fucking fantastic and oh so fuckable.

Earlier, Laura had been wearing wicked black stiletto heels with incredible intricate strapping – they truly were a delight to my eyes. I made her discover them, and put them back on before I bound her to the floor. Now, as I looked down at my bare legs and feet and at her legs and feet, I felt… well, I felt incomplete. I had boobs, and a gorgeous pink and black corset and my electric pink pageboy wig. I needed some stockings and shoes, and maybe a garter… And we need some mirrors in this room so I can watch myself, I wondered, as I pondered my current lack of attire.

I slapped Laura’s ass a couple of times to warm it up, then just walked out of the room quietly, leaving her blindfolded, gagged, suspended and alone. That would allow the tension to create. I headed upstairs to discover some shit to enhance my look. I told myself at the time it was for Laura, but looking back on it, it was all for me.

I rummaged through the closet and found a pair of light pink silk stockings, but couldn’t discover a matching garter. Best I could do was a black lace garter, but it just didn’t seem right. Then I noticed that the garter straps were removable and had little loop hooks at the top end. I checked my corset, and sure enough, it had 3 tabs on each side to attach the garter straps. I whooped and went about attaching the straps to my corset. Hot damn.

I wandered out to the bedroom and sat down in Laura’s makeup chair and set about rolling a shear pink stocking up my right leg. I purred in delight as the luxurious silk caressed my hairless skin while I slowly worked it up my leg. I attached the garters, and then worked the stocking up my other leg. My cock was at half mast by this time and I smiled to myself. I reached down and caressed it and winced. Nope, not ready for that yet.

I spun and looked in the mirror. Yikes! My face was a mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and one eye still red from a direct cum shot. Nope, that just wouldn’t do. I wandered into the bathroom, washed my face, dug out Laura’s makeup removal pads and cleaned up my face til it was pink and clean.

I went back to the makeup chair and decided I’d have a go at doing my own makeup. I looked at all the shit on the table and just sat there. I realized I didn’t have a clue where to begin. I’m sure I could discover videos with step by step instructions, but Laura was strung up and waiting for her punishment. Nope, some other time. Shoes. I need shoes.

Unfortunately, I only have two pair of shoes, going to have to talk to Laura about that… So the choice, my original red strappy heels, that I would wear with my black stockings, and the new pink pearlescent platform pumps that Laura had bought me. I looked down at my stockings. Well that seemed pretty obvious. Pink it was, now where the hell did I leave them? Oh yeah, there down in the rec room.

I wandered down to the kitchen. Grabbed another big glass of water, then headed for the basement.

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I stepped into the room quietly, actually glad I was in stocking feet, and gazed at Laura, strung up, naked, and drooling. Her marvellous natural tits hung invitingly below her torso, a bit bell shaped by gravity and begging to be nuzzled. She was completely motionless. I could almost sense her scanning the room for any sound or movement. Her spidey senses on full alert. An evil smile played across my face. Delicious.

I tiptoed slowly to the toy bench beside Laura. Either I made a noise, or she somehow sensed my presence. Her head lifted and moved as if searching for a sound or scent. Maybe I still stunk of stale cum.

I figured my subterfuge had failed, so I reached out and landed a reasonably hard slap to her ass, which caused her to jerk against her restraints. She bounced and pendulated back and forth on the ceiling and floor ropes, further widening my evil smile.

I reached to the trolley of toys I had placed beside her and picked up the butterfly nipple clamps, which had a thin but strong chain connecting them. I slapped her ass again, playfully this time, and trailed my fingers up her ass and along her back – lightly scratching with what little finger nails I have. She moan in delight and arched her back towards my fingers.

I stood on her left side and reached down and pinched her areola, causing her nipple to protrude beyond my finer tips. I attached the clamp to her left nipple and pulled it tight by the chain. Laura gasped then moaned as I released her tit.

I moved around to her right side, pulling the chain as I went, causing her left tit to pull towards me as I moved. I repeated the action for her right tit and examined my work. Her nipples were now pinched tightly between the two butterfly clamps and the chain swung tantalizingly below her distended nipples. I considered fastening the chain to the floor, but decided it would be too easy for her to pull one of the clamps loose if I did that. So instead I moved back to the trolley and picked up the hanger for one of our slotted weight sets. I put a 500 gram weight on the hanger, pulled the chain towards me about 3 inches, hung the hook on the chain and then allowed the weight to drop and pull the chain with it.

The weight dropped about 5 inches in total and pulled reasonably hard on Laura’s nipples. She must have been expecting it, because she didn’t scream, she just let out a squeaky croak and then bit into the ball gag and shuddered as the endorphins released. We’d played this game before and I knew she loved it.

“More!” She begged around the gag.

I smiled and picked up another 500 gram weight. I tried to be stealthy, playing with her hair, scratching her back, lightly caressing her side boob, as I tried to maneuver the weight slot onto the hanger without her being able to detect it’s pending addition. After a prolonged wait, I dropped the weight, allowing it to fall about 2 inches along the hanger before its weight applied and pulled on her nipples.

“Yessss! Oh fuck!” She seethed through gritted teeth sunk into her ball gag.

She now had 1000 grams (over 2 pounds) hanging from her tits – time to move on. I picked up a second set of clamps from the trolley and moved behind her. I stood and admired her gorgeous shaved pussy and couldn’t help myself. I bent down and licked her slit, starting at her clit, along its length and up to her puckered asshole. I paused at her asshole and teased her with my tongue for a minute before standing up again. She squirmed and danced on her toes from the teasing, begging for more I assume. It was hard to tell through the gag. Some words I could figure out, others, not so much…

I pinched the left side of Laura’s outer vaginal lips and attached the clamp. I pinched the clamp tight and pulled on the chain to seat the clamp, making sure it wouldn’t slip and let it go. I repeated the process for her right vaginal lip and was about to grab some straps when I noticed that Laura wasn’t making any sound and was listening intently to what I was doing. That wasn’t right.

I picked up the remote from the trolley and fired up the TV and connected it to our home media server. I selected a porn music video with a thumping beat. It was clips of women in numerous bondage devices, screaming, moaning, begging for more. I hit loop play and the room filled with music and moans and I increased the volume to cover my movements. I paused to admired the work of the Doms on the TV for a couple minutes.

I turned back to Laura and slapped her ass hard a couple times to get her moving again. She gasp in surprise and purred as the weights on her tits started to swing and pull.

I grabbed a couple straps from the bench and fastened one around each thigh, positioning them so that the loops, used to attach cuffs, were on the inside of her thighs, but somewhat towards the front of her body, and at the right height to allow me to run the chain from the clamps through them. Once positioned, I fished the butterfly clamp chain through each strap forming a triangle from her lips, down the side of each thigh, and then across the divide between her legs. I pulled on the chain between her legs – the chain tightened and pulled her lips down, but also out at the same angle as her parted legs. The straps didn’t move and the clamps held as I applied more and more pressure till I was satisfied. Laura moaned in pleasure and discomfort as I stretched her lips. I smiled in delight.