“Um, yes, Master. Um, what should I make?”
Parks shrugged. “Bacon and eggs. Scrambled. Cheese in the eggs.”
“Yes, Master.” Ken turned to Rachel. “Um, did you want anything, Mistress?”
Rachel grinned. “This is so great. Yes, Cinderella, I’ll take some cottage cheese with peaches. And a nice glass of orange juice.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“OJ for me too, and bring it first,” Parks piped in.
“Yes, Master.”
Ken scampered to obey, trying to hold down a smile.
Rachel giggled and leaned into her boyfriend. “OMG, this is so cool.”
As he bustled back and forth in the kitchen, Ken tried to cook the perfect breakfast. He metaphorically pinched himself while he worked, hardly daring to believe that his lifelong fantasy had actually come to life. Since puberty, Ken had masturbated to visions of mean girls beating and humiliating him like his sister had done. His imaginary vixens would degrade him in various ways — including fucking other guys under his nose and taunting him about it.
After Parks showed up, though, Ken pushed that part of the fantasy out of his headspace as he suffered through the real-life anguish of being cuckolded by a manlier rival. Ken had harbored nothing but resentment for the alpha cop from the day he’d entered the picture, especially since the Feminist Studies major wasn’t exactly a back-the-blue guy to start with. But as the sissified hubby cracked an egg and dropped yolk into the sizzling pan, it dawned on him that for the first time, he was glad Parks was around. In this new paradigm, the musclebound police officer’s presence in the relationship was not only welcome — it was essential.
Parks was the portal through which Ken’s fantasies could become reality. The cop had already been into BDSM before he met the Coolidges, so when his girlfriend told him that her wimp of a husband was a secret crossdresser, it piqued his curiosity. The more Parks thought about dominating the little pussy, the hornier it made him.
Rachel’s entry into the S&M lifestyle was paved by her lover’s interests. Right after her attempted rape, when she told Ken that she’d known his sissy secret for some time, she’d made it clear that she wasn’t interested in having a crossdresser as her primary sexual partner, and told him to “go do your thing” without her. But since she now had a veritable Adonis to satisfy her womanly needs — someone who also was highly interested in exploring her husband’s submissiveness — Rachel had no problem accommodating Ken’s kink. In fact, she was finding the budding threesome to be great fun.
The arrangement allowed Ken to be included in his wife’s torrid relationship with Parks, while both men got to live out their sexual fantasies — three birds with one stone.
Ken was flooded by bliss, relief and anxiety as he put the finishing touches on breakfast. When the bacon and eggs were ready, he arranged them neatly on a plate from the good China cabinet. After setting the platter on a tray next to Rachel’s cottage cheese, he lugged the load into the living room with his heart aflutter.
Rachel clapped as Ken approached with the tray. “Yay! You’re such a good little slave for us, Cinderella. But didn’t you make anything for yourself.”
Ken gulped. “Um, no, Mistress, I wasn’t sure if I should.”
“Now, that’s some good slave-thinking.” Parks smiled. “You’re doing real good to start out, you know that, Cindy-Poo?”
“Thank you, Master. I… I’m trying.”
Parks pointed to a spot on the floor near the couch. “Why don’t you kneel there while we eat?”
Ken obeyed and watched his new masters enjoy the breakfast he’d prepared. Rachel leaned down and offered her husband a bite of yogurt. He sucked the spoon clean. Parks joined in, breaking off a piece of bacon and presenting it to Ken. Like a dog, the sissy used his teeth to nibble the treat from his superior’s fingers. Parks patted him on the head. “Good slave.”
When the meal was over, Ken took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them before reporting back to the living room, where Rachel and Parks were lip-locked. The subby hubby stood there with his head bowed, feeling an inch tall watching his wife make out with another man. It also thrilled him beyond belief.
They finally came up for air and Parks rubbed his ramrod cock through his boxers. “Want to go in the bedroom?”
“Mm, oh yeah.” Rachel smiled. “Ready, Cinderella?”
Ken gulped. “Y-yes, Mistress.”
The amorous couple rose from the couch and Ken followed them like a puppy dog into the boudoir. Rachel shrugged off her robe, exposing her naked body. She winked at her husband. “I love you, Cinderella. You know that?”
“Yes, Mistress. I… I love you, too.”
Parks shimmied out of his boxers, exposing his elongated, hefty cock. “I think Cindy-Poo is wanting a little foreplay,” he said, scanning the room until spying one of Rachel’s belts. Slipping it from its spot on the door rack, he handed the makeshift whip to his lady. “Here you go, baby. Put some stripes on that little sissy’s ass.”
Rachel took it and sighed. “Ken, are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, Cinderella?”
“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” the sissy whispered, his chattering teeth making it difficult to communicate.
“Take off that teddy and bend over the chair, slave,” Parks ordered as he relaxed in bed naked with his hands propped behind his head and his huge schlong flopped across his thigh. “Count each one out loud and thank her.”
“Yes, Master.”
Once Ken was in position, Rachel took up a spot behind him. Cringing, she swung the belt, which ticked against her husband’s flesh.
“One, thank you, Mistress.”
Parks scoffed. “Oh, come on, babe, he can take more than that.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Hey, Cindy-Poo — tell your mistress you can take a lot more than that,” Parks said. “Beg her to hit you with all her might.”
Although it was difficult to talk while bent over, Ken complied. “Um… will you please hit me with all your might, Mistress?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please.”
Rachel shrugged. “Okay, then, if that’s what you want.”
“That first one doesn’t count, either,” Parks piped in.
Shooting a grin to her lover, Rachel cocked the belt. “Ready, Cinderella?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
WHAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!
“Yeeeeeeeeeeow!” Ken straightened up and rubbed his cheeks.
“Bend back over, slave!” Parks bellowed, and the sissy instantly obeyed.
Rachel clucked her tongue. “Uh-oh. Somebody didn’t say ‘thank you’ like they were supposed to.”
“One, t-thank you, Mistress.”
“Nope, that one don’t count, either.” Parks smirked. “And if you forget to count again, I’ll be the one giving ’em to you — and you won’t like that, I promise. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
Rachel raised the belt a third time. “Ready?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
THHHHHHWWWWWWWAPPPP!
“YEOWCH! One, thank you, Mistress.”
Rachel giggled. “Ooh, look, it left a huge red mark. I’m gonna make another one, okay, Cinderella?”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” he sobbed.
“Aw, you’re crying. Does it hurt?”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
He paused. It hurt like a sonofabitch and every neuron in his body screamed no. But he found himself saying, “y-yes, Mistress.”
“Okay, then. Let’s make another stripe. Ready?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
FWWWWWWWWWWITTTT!!!
“Ow, ow, two, thank you, Mistress.”
After administering 20 of her best, Rachel’s face was blotchy. She was trembling. Her heart felt like it was about to blow through her chest. “OMG! Wow, is that a fucking rush. Woo-hoo! Damn, that’s fun!”
Parks shook his dick. “Get your ass over here, girl. And you — don’t move your little sissy ass, you hear? Stay bent over just like that.”
“Yes, Master,” the sobbing, upside-down pansy blubbered.
Rachel was as hot-to-trot as she’d ever been, diving on the bed and clawing at her lover like a hellcat in a patch of Horny Goat Weed. They fucked up a storm, fueled by the presence of their simpering submissive, who held his topsy-turvy position admirably throughout his masters’ loud, bumpy ride.
It didn’t take long for both Sex Olympians to cross the finish line, and they screamed through a simultaneous climax that threatened to knock pictures off the walls.
After a moment of silence, Rachel sighed. “Did you like that, Cinderella?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Even though his wife’s earlier hand-job had churned his guts out, the sore-assed sissy was as horny as he’d ever been, too.
Parks yawned. “I need a nap. But first, someone’s got clean-up duty to attend to.”
Rachel giggled. “Come up on the bed, Cinderella.”
Ken could hardly breathe as he righted himself and tiptoed toward his reclining masters.
Parks patted the mattress. “Come on, Cindy-Poo. Ladies first.”
The next few minutes were surreal for the newly minted sissy slave. As he licked what seemed to be an endless river of cum from his wife’s pussy, Ken felt like he was twirling in the eye of a cyclone while riding a rollercoaster amid the sound of a thousand bumblebees.
The chaos inside Ken’s head got even more intense when Rachel tugged his earlobe and said, “okay, sweetie. Trent’s turn.”
It was a life-changing dick-suck for both sucker and suckee, reshaping how each man saw himself and breaking down major internal barriers. By the time Parks pulled his cock from his supplicant’s mouth and smacked it against his nose three times, everyone in the room was keenly aware that they’d just crossed an invisible-but-permanent demarcation line into a new dimension.
With the sex mess cleaned up, Rachel yawned. “We’re gonna take a nap, now, Cinderella. Want to stay in here with us?”
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