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A Submissive’s Night Out
After our lovely night out, we walked into the room of our hotel. There was a king sized bed, a couch, and a table near the window that had been set in front of a full-length mirror on the wall. In the middle of the bed were a collar, leash, a bottle of lube, and a thick butt plug. Stuck on the center of the table was a thick dildo with a suction cup base.
As the door closed, he walked to the bed, and, instructed me. “Come here,” beckoning this naughty wife over to the side of the bed. He picked up the leather collar. “SLUT” was printed in metal letters long the front of it. He fastened the collar snugly around my neck, my pussy quivered as he clipped the leash onto the leather collar. He tugged on the leash and led me over to the table.
“Get up on the table.”
I climbed onto the table; balanced on my tall, cheetah-print heels. He pulled off my top and unhooked my bra. He cupped both of my breasts for a moment tweaking my nipples between his fingers until they stiffened and puckered. He sucked on one nipple and then the other, biting lightly.
Next, he took my skirt off, pulling it over my hips and down to my feet. My thong followed. I now was naked except for my heels and the leather collar.
“Turn around and show me your ass.”
I turned around on the table and bent over at the waist. As I was bent, he thumbed the cheeks of my ass apart, as if inspecting me.
“Looks tight back there; we’ll have to stretch it a little.”
As I was bent over, he stuck a thick thumb into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva, then rubbed his wet digit in circles over my tight hole. I eyed the plug on the bed and imagined what would follow. But he had other plans for right now.
“Turn around.”
He inspected my bald pussy, lightly pinching my engorged lips.
“You are wet, naughty girl.”
“Yes, I am”
“Good. Now straddle that cock.”
I spread my feet apart on either side of the thick dildo. He squirted a dollop of lube into his palm and then rubbed it onto my pussy; but, I didn’t need it, I already was dripping wet.
“Now squat on it.”
I lowered myself onto the dildo, like a good submissive. The cool latex stretched me as the fat head of the dildo lodged deep within my folds.
“Up and down on it,” he instructed firmly.
I found the position a little humiliating, leashed in front of him while he watched my naked body bouncing on a rubber cock.
“That feel good, slut?”
“Mmmm..” I cooed, almost involuntarily.
“All the way up and down.”
He grabbed my hips in his hands and guided my ass as I squatted onto the fat cock. The head of the dildo rubbed against my g-spot every time it squeezed past. This was going to make me come if I kept it up.
“Oh shhhhit.”
“Yeah! Get into it, slut!”
He stuck a middle finger into my mouth as I was riding; and, then, reached behind me and buried it to the knuckle in my rear. Gently, he probed me as I continued to ride that thick toy.
He stepped onto the table in front of me.
“Now unzip my pants and take my cock out.”
I was face to face with the large bulge in his jeans. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his fat stiffening rod. I stroked his cock as it continued to harden, and quickly becoming fully erect in my soft hands. He stepped out of his pants and stood there in front of me.
“Now suck me off while you bounce on that cock. No hands.”
I opened wide and accepted him into my mouth. As I sucked, I jogged my pussy up and down on the big dildo stuck to the table. Totally immersed in pleasure, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. There I was, collared and squatting on a dildo while I sucked off my husband.
He held the leash tight in one hand and held my head with the other. He pumped my face deeply, bumping his cockhead off the back of my throat. My spit started to seep from the corners of my mouth, past my lips, and onto my chin.
“You like making a mess with that cock?”
“Mmmmhmmmm!”
“You like being my slut?”
“Mmmmmm-yes!”
He pulled my face off his cock just long enough for me to answer the question.
“Back on it, slut.”
He fed his cock back into my mouth and pushed it deep until it was nestled against the back of my throat.
“Keep bouncing on that cock.”
I rode the big dildo and sucked him off until an orgasm ripped through my body. As I came, I let out a muffled scream on his cock.
“Keep sucking, my first load goes down your throat.”
I had barely finished coming when the first hot jet shot down my throat. I swallowed to keep up but the second and third blast of cum came in quick succession and filled my mouth with the thick gel of my man. I rolled my tongue around the spurting head and sucked hard, increasing his pleasure until the last of the sperm seeped out of his cock and into my mouth.
“Swallow that load, baby.”
I didn’t have to be told twice, I gulped down the salty mouthful.
“Good girl.”
I wiped some of the spit off of my chin and swallowed the last of his load.
The fat dildo was still buried in my pussy.
“Stay down on it,” he instructed.
I already had come, but I could feel another orgasm building. Our naughty energy was so raw that my pussy couldn’t help but respond. As I squatted, he pulled a chair to the end of the table so he could get a better view of my ass as I slid up and down on the toy.
“Spread your cheeks as you ride that cock, baby.”
This slutty wife complied, proudly showing off my tight hole.
“That’s a good slut.”
“ Now let’s give that ass a workout.”
He rose from the chair and reached over to the bed, picking up the bottle of lube and the butt plug. He squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers and rubbed it on my ass. Standing behind me, he started to nudge the plug into my tight ring. The plug stretched my ass against the thick dildo still buried in my pussy, making me feel even fuller. I winced as the widest part slipped past and my tight hole contracted around the base of the plug as it sunk all the way in.
“Now, ride that cock and suck me some more.”
As he stood, I could see he already was hard again. He positioned his cock to my lips as I opened my mouth to accept him. He fucked my face as I continued to squat on the thick cock.
As his cock slid deeper into my mouth, he grasped a handful of my curls and began to fuck my mouth. Once again, drool started to run out of the corners of my mouth. Between the cock in my mouth, the plug in my ass, and the thick dildo that stretched my pussy, I now was totally full.
He continued to push into my mouth until his balls were against my chin. My eyes watered and sticky strands of saliva from the back of my throat began to fill my mouth and seep past my full stretched lips, dribbling down my chin and onto my tits, stomach, and thighs.
“You’re making a mess again aren’t you?” he commented.
I moaned as his cock kept dredging up spit from the back of my throat. He loved making a mess of my face; and, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed the shaft all over my face, spreading our slutty mix of wetness over my cheeks and forehead before driving it back into my mouth.
“Mmmm that’s a good slut. Now let’s try something else.”
He picked me up off the dildo and had me stand, bent over the table. I bent over, with my face just inches away from the dildo that was wet from my own fucking. As I looked at how wet that toy was, he pushed his cock into my stretched pussy, filling me with his own shaft. He could feel the plug rub against his cock as he stroked into my wet pussy.
“You like being fucked like this?”
“Yessss…”
“Come for me.”
I reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit. Almost instantly an orgasm tore through my body. My pussy clenched on his cock with the plug still wedged in my ass. I came quickly before he pulled out of my pussy and turned me around once again.
“Back on the table, and squat on that cock.”
Quickly, I rose to the challenge, standing in my heels and squatting once again to take that thick toy into my wet pussy. As I sank down on the length of the dildo, he stood behind me, spreading my ass cheeks.
“Time to fuck that ass.”
Slowly he pulled the plug out of my ass; and, then, started pushing his cock into my tight ring. After being so worked up, his cock slid into without much work. This was the tightest fit yet, with his shaft pressing against the big dildo in my pussy.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned as his cock opened my ass.
“Nice! Tight! Hole!”
He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of being encased in the hot confines of this naughty wife’s ass. I breathed deeply, adjusting to being opened up like this. It was almost too intense and I wanted to cum right away.
Slowly he moved back and forth.
“Yeah, now that is a real slut!” he growled as I moaned.
“Get down on that cock!”
I pushed down on the big dildo, grinding in it as he took my ass. I was completely taken by my dominant husband, and loving every minute of it.
He started pumping my ass in earnest, his balls slapping against the skin stretched between my pussy and ass.
“Fuck, Yeah!” he growled. He delighted in making me feel new things, testing my limits.
I screamed as another orgasm tore through my body. He continued to fuck my ass for the next fifteen minutes, occasionally pulling out to expose my gaping hole. He kept working me, one hand always holding a fistful of my hair. Finally his balls tightened and he blasted a load deep into the my ass.
“Oh that’s good, slut!” he groaned as his cum spurted into me.
“Ooooooo!” I cooed, feeling every pulse of his shaft as it emptied inside of me.
“Hold your cheeks open.”
I reached back and grabbed a cheek in each hand, spreading my ass. Slowly he pulled his cock out of me, the head making a wet sucking sound as it popped out past the rim. My stretched ass gaped, leaking his cum onto the dildo still inside my pussy. I lifted myself off the big dildo, staggered a few steps to the bed and collapsed, coated in sweat, my holes stretched and satiated.
I was totally used, but this sparked a deep lust in me that could not be denied. My dominant husband knows just how to please me, taking me to new heights of pleasure that I never would have even dreamed.
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So, He Wears Feminine Things
This is addressed to the wife, partner, girlfriend or other who has just discovered that the man in your life secretly wears feminine lingerie at times. Quite how you discovered this is not important, so much as how you react to it. That in turn will depend on a number of variables including your upbringing, your faith, your education, and your expectations of your relationship.
The revelation is probably a shock and leaves you with a turmoil of feelings and questions. Is he gay? Is he having an affair. Does he not love me?
First, calm down and realize that it is unlikely to be the end of your world or the end of your relationship. Your man cross dresses, expressing a deep seated feminine side of him that you did not know about because he has endeavoured to keep it a secret from you, fearing to damage a relationship he holds as very important to him.
Interestingly, men who cross dress are far more common than one would think. It is not a perversion but an expression of something that is a part of him, something he probably realized as a teen or young man and something that he has likely been ambivalent about ever since, cycling through guilt and grudging acceptance several times over.
There is in fact a wide scale between what our culture has tended to simplify as a binary system of ‘male’ and ‘female’. Your man is a little way along that scale, to all intents and purposes a male and comfortable to be so, but with an added feminine component which our culture provides very little way for him to express. Ironically, women in our modern culture can dress either in frilly feminine clothes or very masculine clothing without comment. The same latitude is not given to men, and should they publicly wear anything that is in the slightest feminine, they are called ‘sissies’, ‘queers’ or other insulting names. Cruelly, our culture has defined ‘men’ in a very narrow and confining way.
Interestingly, our native, indigenous culture has long recognized ‘Two Spirit’ people, further recognizing that such people have value among them as those with an empathy for, respect for and understanding of both primary genders. Such people are respected, not reviled.
Is he having an affair? No, those feminine items are not souvenirs of some sordid affair. He likely bought these things, one by one, on those rare occasions that the opportunity arose. He keeps these things hidden somewhere, fearing your reaction if discovered.
Is he gay? Some cross dressers are, but most are not so inclined. However, cross dressers are often attracted to other men who cross dress, when dressed, though not to men dressed as men. There is a long term for this condition, likely odd to you.
Does he still love you? Yes. Ironically, statistics show that the majority of cross dressers in a steady relationship greatly value their relationship with their partner. This increases
their fear of damaging this relationship. Most cross dressers yearn to be better understood by their partners
The worst thing you can do is to insist your man throw away his stash of feminine clothes and promise never to even think of doing such a thing ever again. He will promise. He values you highly. He will try to keep such a promise. But he will not be able to in the long run. You will simply have driven him further into the depths of the closet.
The better alternative is to accept the situation, recognizing that this is not going to go away and that there is some wisdom in the old adage ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’. The vast majority of cross dressers are ‘sometimes’ dressers, with no wish to live full time as women.
One response could be to accept that your man needs to occasionally express his feminine side, give him specific opportunities to do so, but state that you do not wish to be directly involved. It would likely be a huge relief for him to shed the cloak of secrecy, no longer fearing your unexpected early return home and the trauma of discovery.
Another response is to take an active role. Some partners help their men when shopping for clothes, either in the store or online. Some partners enjoy secretly knowing what their man is wearing under male outer clothes while out visiting with friends or at dinner and a show. Some couples buy matching sets of underwear or nightwear and enjoy wearing them together. Some incorporate cross dressing into their sex life, role playing and enjoying sex while fully or partly dressed. The range of possible responses is wide. Outright rejection is an unwise choice and will inevitably sour or ultimately ruin your relationship.
That your man is less of a man than other men you know is a false supposition. Think of him as more than a man. The current terminology is ill defined and confusing, but think of him as a man who has a female persona beneath the surface, perhaps well hidden but yearning to be expressed.
Yes, there is a risk in opening any door into your relationship. A few cross dressing men ultimately cross a threshold and seek to live full time as women, perhaps entering new relationships with others similarly inclined. A few may even commit to surgical procedures that confirm their new gender identity.
But, this essay addresses the vast majority of men who seek ‘sometimes’ to express a feminine side of themselves that is suppressed by our western culture. They seek to be better understood, not vilified. Please give them space to be who they fully are.
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