I awoke Saturday morning, somewhat surprised I wasn’t hungover given the amount of alcohol I had consumed the previous evening. I didn’t realize where I was at first, then recalling the events of the night before, I looked over at the body laying next to me. It was not my husband, it was my besty, Joan. I was in her bed, in her house.

It all came rushing back. Dinner with Joan. The chastity key discussion. The explanation of Larry and his submission to me. The confession of my own submissive desires. Joan taking charge. I was fondly recalling the evening’s events, when she stirred.

She rolled over to face me. Smiling, she said, “Good morning pet. Sleep well?”

I nodded.

“Good,” she said, “now why don’t you go make us some coffee.”

I threw off the covers and climbed out of the bed. Naked, I looked around for something to put on, then looked to Joan.

She just smiled and said, “I keep the thermostat at a comfortable level, you don’t need any clothes. Besides, I like you naked. Now go do what you’re told while I shower.”

Made my way to the kitchen and got the coffee started. I could hear the shower running. In my head I could picture Joan soaping herself. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to run my hands all over her soapy body.

The coffee was ready but I realized I didn’t know exactly how much cream and sugar Joan took in hers. I searched the kitchen and found a qualified tray.

I walked into the bedroom carrying the tray with the coffee, mugs, sugar and creamer. The water was no longer running but Joan was still inside the bathroom. I stood just inside the doorway, holding the tray and waited.

Joan emerged with a towel wrapped around her. Seeing me, she smiled but said nothing. She walked across the room to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Fishing around a bit, she pulled out a pair of panties and a bra. She walked over and stood at the foot of the bed, tossing the bra and panties onto it.

“Set the tray down on top of the dresser and come here,” she said as she pointed to the floor in front of her.

I crossed the room and set the tray down. Then I walked over to Joan and knelt at her feet. I’m not sure why I got down on my knees, it just seemed like the natural thing to do. When I looked up, she was looking down at me with that big smile she has.

“See,” she said, “you’re a natural. I will probably allow you to remain in charge of your husband but we both know you really want to be just like this. On your knees in service to a Mistress.”

As she spoke she allowed the towel to drop to the floor and sat down on the end of the bed.

Spreading her legs before me she said, “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want to bury your head between my thighs.”

I said nothing. She was right. I was staring directly at her pussy, waiting for her to tell me I could do just that. Pleasing her with my tongue was all I could think of.

There was a long pause. At least to me it was. It was probably only a few seconds.

Finally she said, “Make me cum. Now.”

I dove in enthusiastically. Before long I could hear her panting and breathing hard. She was moaning and I could sense that she was getting close. Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and went stiff, screaming, “Yes, Yes, Yes.”

She released her grip and fell back onto the bed still breathing heavily. As her breathing came back to typical she propped herself up on her elbows.

“What a wonderful way to start the day,” she said. “Now, coffee. Just a splash of cream and two teaspoon of sugar.”

I got up and made her a cup as she instructed. As I handed it to her, she said, “grab my bra and panties and help me put them on.”

I picked up the panties, dropped to my knees and held them out for her to step into. After pulling them up I got the bra and put it on her. She sipped her coffee throughout the process.

When I was finished, she said, “Now, you go take a shower and get cleaned up. Be quick about it, don’t dawdle.”

Then she placed her hand on my pussy. I sucked in my breath at her touch. It was the first contact it had received and I wanted to cum badly. She had other ideas. She held her hand still, cupping my pussy but giving it no stimulation.

“While you’re in the shower I want two things. The first thing I want is for you to shave this,” She said as she gave a few light taps. “I like my pussies smooth. And make no mistake, this, belongs to me now.”

Pulling her hand away, she continued, “So, the second thing is, no masturbating and certainly no cumming. If you are a good little pet today, I may give you that reward later.”

She grabbed me at the shoulders, turned me so I was facing the bathroom and swatted me on the ass saying, “Now be quick, we have a big day ahead of us.”

I scurried into the bathroom and got the water running. Washing and shaving was a challenge. I managed not to touch myself any more than was absolutely necessary, though it wasn’t easy. My pussy was aching and I wanted to cum very badly.

When I got out of the shower the bedroom was empty. There were some clothes and a note on the bed.

Pet,

Pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Make the bed.

Straighten up the room.

Get dressed in the clothes I have laid out and greet me in the living room.

J

I did everything on the list. We were about the same size so even though the clothes she put out we hers, they fit reasonably well. I grabbed the tray before I left and took it into the kitchen first. I sorted that all out and walked into the living room.

Joan was reclined in her chair. I approached and got down on my knees before her.

“Have you completed all your tasks,” she asked?”

I nodded. She extended her foot and with the toe, tapped me between the legs.

“And this is smooth and clean?”

Again I nodded.

“And is this horny and frustrated,” she asked tapping again?

I nodded once more.

“Now, I want you to scoot forward, sit back on your feet and spread your knees aside,” she instructed.

I followed her instructions and she put her foot between my legs and ran the toe of her shoe up across the crotch of my pants. There was just enough friction to excite me more than I already was but I didn’t think it enough to make me cum, which was probably her intention.

She held out my phone as she continued to play with my pussy through the material of my pants with her foot.

“It’s open to the text thread from last night,” she said. “It starts with the pictures he sent. You may read through our conversation.”

Suddenly I was very nervous and apprehensive. I didn’t know what had she said to him or his reaction to what she may have said. I felt nervous and it was hard to breathe. I reached for the phone, realizing that my hands were shaking.

I held the phone in my hand, not looking at it. Joan said nothing but continued to rub her foot against me. I raised the phone up and looked at it.

Initially it was just the pictures a had told Larry to send. Him dressed in his pink dress, him showing his panties and him showing the chastity cage.

Then the texts started.

Joan: Hello Lilly

Larry: Hello

Joan: Is that any way to speak to your Mistress

Larry: Sorry Mistress

Joan: That’s much better

Your secret is out

Larry: How did she react

Joan: Again, that is not a proper way to speak

We will have to work on your behavior

Larry: sorry Mistress

Joan: Once everything was explained I was delighted

We are going to have so much fun together

Larry: You mean she wants to join us

Joan: She is your wife

You wouldn’t want to exclude her would you

Lary: wait, what

Joan: You seem confused

Maybe this will clear things up

Then there it was. The picture of Joan sitting in her chair, the key in her fingers on the necklace around her neck.

This whole time she had been rubbing me with her foot. I was on edge. Close but not too close. She knew what she was doing and was teasing me just enough.

Larry: Is this Joan

Where is my wife

Joan: That is Mistress to you

And she is right here, see

Then the picture of the two of us with me completely naked.

Joan: Now do you understand what is going on.

Larry: Yes I believe so

Larry: Mistress

Joan: Good. Just in case let me spell it out for you

Your wife is now my pet

You will remain her sissy little chastity gurl for now

Larry: But she’s not like that Mistress

Joan: Oh you are so wrong

Then there was another picture. One I didn’t know she had taken. You couldn’t clearly see my face but the top of the head and hair made it obvious, it was me with my face buried between Joan’s thighs.

Joan: I hope this makes your cage tight

Sweet dreams sissy

We will see you in the morning

The texts ended there. I was beside myself with lust. Between the texts, pictures and her constantly rubbing my pussy I wanted to cum so bad.

When I looked up, Joan stopped rubbing me. There was obviously an expression of disappointment on my face.

“Is my pet frustrated and horny,” she asked?

I nodded.

“Good,” she said. “That’s just how I want you.”

“Give me your phone,” she said, holding out her hand.

I handed the phone to her and she started pressing buttons.

“We will be gonna your place soon but first I want to make sure your sissy husband is ready to receive us,” she said as the phone started ringing. It was on speaker so I could listen in.

Larry answered, “Hello dear.”

Joan responded, “Hello sissy or would you prefer Lilly, not that your comment matters.”

Realizing who he was speaking to, Larry responded somewhat hesitantly, “Oh, hello Mistress Joan.”

“You are capable of learning,” Joan said, flashing me a smile. “I do hope you like our new arrangement. Again, not that your comment really matters. We will be arriving in one hour and you have things to do before we get there. I hope you have pen and paper ready to write this down.”

There was silence on the line so Joan continued.

“I’ll take your silence to mean you are ready,” she said. “First, I expect you properly dressed, on your knees, at the front door ready to greet us when we arrive. If you have a collar and or a leash, I want it attached.”

Joan was staring at me the entire time, gaging my reactions.

“Next, you will ensure there are clean linens on the beds.”

I made a face and shook my head slightly. Joan saw it. She put the phone on mute and asked me what was wrong. I told her he was not allowed in our bedroom without permission.

She unmuted the phone and said, “You may enter the bedroom for only this purpose. Don’t linger.”

She muted the phone again and asked me, “Do you have a paddle?”

I shook my head no, replying, “Hairbrush.”

Then she shocked me by saying, “I want all the toys in the house laid out on the coffee table in the living room, including a written list of the rules your wife makes you follow.”

Then she paused for a moment as she seemingly went through everything in her head. Satisfied she hadn’t missed anything, she said, “I will explain the rest after our arrival, now get to work.”

She disconnected without waiting for a response. She got up from her chair and said, “Follow me,” as she headed towards her bedroom.

She went into her closet, pulled out a suitcase and threw it on the bed. Then she got a small backpack and tossed it to me. The bag she gave me was empty but when she opened the suitcase, I could see it was full of adult toys.

She started rummaging through the suitcase pulling various items out and arranging them on the bed. After sorting through it all she stood back and looked everything over.

She turned to me and said, “When I hand you something, put it in the backpack unless you already have it at home. In that case tell me and I’ll make a decision about it.”

The first thing she picked up was a very large, very realistic looking dildo. It was certainly bigger than anything I had. It looked to be about ten inches long and so thick I could barely get my hand around it.

As I dropped it into the bag she said, “I’m gonna make your sissy little husband watch that thing disappear right up to the balls.”

“I’d love to see that myself,” I said excitedly.

“You’ll do more than that,” she replied. “You’re gonna feel it. It’s for you.”

“But, but, I don’t think I could take that,” I stammered.

She just smiled and said, “Oh but you will, pet, you will.”

She grabbed a few more items and they went into the bag as well. The last item in was a fairly large wooden paddle.

“I promised him a punishment and I wouldn’t want to disappoint him,” she said, giving a wink. “Be on your best behavior or I might have to use it on you, too.”

Then she said it was time to go, so we gathered everything up and headed out the door. It wasn’t a long drive and as we pulled into the driveway, we could see that the front door was open and Larry, or rather Lilly, was kneeling just inside the doorway.

Joan said we should talk before we went in. She reached across the seat and put her hand in my lap, on my pussy and rubbed ever so gently.

“This,” she said in a low sultry voice, “belongs to me. You, my pet, belong to me. And for the rest of this weekend your sissy little husband belongs to me.”

“On Monday you and I will go back to our typical, vanilla relationship until we are both ready to play again. Trust me when I say we will have a few discussions in between and we will make sure everybody is in agreement with everything we do going forward. For now know that I intend to have a great deal of fun with the two of you.”

She continued to rub my throbbing pussy and it was all I could do not to start begging her to let me cum.

Then she said, “I take it from your silence that you are in agreement with me.”

I nodded that I was.

Continuing, she said, “And I know you have a desperate desire to cum now.”

I nodded again.

“You will get your opportunity soon enough, if you are a good little pet and help me tease and humiliate your little sissy who waits patiently at the door for us.”

She removed her hand and I moaned at the loss of contact.

“Now before we go in, two final things,” she said, holding up two fingers to emphasize her points. “First, you must obey me without hesitation and only speak to me when I allow it. Second, you may say anything to our little sissy Lilly that you wish but he is only allowed to speak to you when you allow it and he may not address me directly. Violations will be punished severely. “

She again went silent, seemingly to offer me an opportunity to object or speak. I remained silent as we studied the expressions on the other’s face.

Finally, she spoke. “Well then, hearing no objections, get the bag and let’s go have some fun with our little sissy.”

She opened her door and got out of the car. I reached into the back seat, grabbed the bag and followed her up the walk.

Before we got to the door she said, “Oh, and one more thing. I will give you an opportunity for a private conversation with Lilly at some point. I want you to make sure she is okey with this. If she has any objections or concerns you will let me know immediately. I assume she has a safe word. Yours will be molasses.”

I responded, “Octopus.”

Joan looked at me questioningly.

“Lilly’s safe word,” I said. “Octopus.”

Joan nodded.

We got to the front door, Lilly was still kneeling there, head bowed and what looked like the looped end of a leash extending out of his right hand that he held out and above his head.

I looked closer. It was indeed a leash. I followed it back to his neck. There it was attached to a ring which was on the black leather collar he was wearing around his neck.

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know he had such a thing. He had obviously had it for some time. There hadn’t been enough time for him to go out and get one. I had thought that I had found and knew about all his kinky toys. Apparently I was mistaken. Evidently, he had some things I did not yet know about. If he had followed the instructions Joan had given him, however, I would soon see everything.

I tried to peer through the doorway to the living room to see what was on the coffee table but wasn’t able to see anything from the vantage point I currently occupied.

Joan stood tall in front of my kneeling husband and in a not so quiet voice said, “This must be Lilly, our resident sissy.”

His face turned crimson but he held his position and never looked up. This is what you wanted, I thought to myself. I couldn’t see it but I was one hundred percent sure his cock was bulging at the bars of his cage.

Joan turned to me, pointing at the leash in his hand and said, “Take that and lead her into the living room.”

The fact that Joan said “her” was not lost on either of us. She was doing her utmost to humiliate Larry and by the embarrassed look on his face, she was accomplishing her goal. I was sure it was exactly what he wanted and it gave me a warm feeling inside.

I took the leash and walked past my kneeling husband. He turned and followed on his hands and knees into the living room. Joan followed us in.

I stood holding the leash with my husband kneeling by my side. We were both waiting for instructions from Joan. She sauntered into the room almost ignoring us and the array of items spread out on the coffee table. As she crossed the room and took a seat in the big, comfortable leather recliner normally reserved for Larry, I looked at all the things laid out on the coffee table, taking note of the ones I had not seen before.

I recognized most of the clothing and other more intimate garments, though there were a few new things I had not seen before. There were the toys, both his and mine, that I was familiar with. Then there were the toys I had not previously seen. Among those were the array of butt plugs in various types and sizes. There were also two dildos I had never seen before. One was long and slim and I could picture him sliding it in and out of his ass fairly easily. The other one, however, was a good bit thicker and I question whether or not he could actually take it.

I was lost in my thoughts when Joan broke the silence.

“Bring me her list,” she said, again emphasizing “her”.

The list. I had forgotten about the list Joan had demanded. It was on the table in plain view. I picked it up and handed it to Joan.

She looked it over, smiling as she read to herself. When she was finished, she held it out to me and told me to read it out loud.

I took the paper and began reading. Larry had included everything. Even some things from the first time we played while he was away on his business trip.

When I finished, Joan said, “You will continue to observe all the rules.” Looking directly at me she added, “Even you, pet. Everything.” She gave a slight pause, then added, “Except, you may stand unless I say otherwise and you are not barred from the bedroom.”

“Now, I believe someone is due some discipline, promised yesterday,” she continued. “Bring Lilly, to me.”

I led and he crawled across to her. She held out her hand and I gave her the leash.

“Stand and let me get a good look at our little sissy,” she said.

Larry stood, staring at the floor. He was in his black maid uniform with white stockings and his black patent leather shoes.

Turning to me, Joan asked, “Does she not know how to put on makeup?”

I shook my head. As far as I knew, he did not.

“Well,” she said with a huff, “you will be responsible for teaching her. A sissy should look like a sissy, not like a man in women’s clothing. This is obviously not a man and she needed to learn how to apply makeup like every other woman in the world.”

I could see the embarrassment and humiliation on Larry’s face. I could only imagine what he was thinking. Joan seemed curious as well.

“Raise her dress,” she ordered. “I want to see what our little sissy is hiding under there.”