I used to think my life was pretty normal. I had a steady job as an accountant at 39 years old, a cozy house in the suburbs, and my wife Patricia, who I had been married to for five years. She was stunning at 36, with long dark hair, full breasts that strained against her blouses, and an ass that turned heads wherever we went. Our sex life started hot, but over time, it fizzled. I tried to please her, but my average dick and vanilla moves just did not cut it anymore. She faked moans, then rolled over and slept, leaving me frustrated and secretly scrolling through porn late at night. That is when I stumbled into the weird stuff. Videos of guys watching their wives get railed by bigger men, or sissies in frilly outfits begging to serve. At first, it was just curiosity, but soon I was edging to thoughts of being that pathetic hubby, locked up and humiliated. I hid it well, or so I thought.
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One evening, after a long day, I came home to find Patricia on the couch with my laptop open. My heart dropped. ‘What the hell is this?’ she asked, her eyes narrowing at the screen frozen on a cuckold clip. I stammered excuses, but she just smirked, closing the lid. ‘You have been holding out on me, have not you? Dreaming of being a little sissy bitch?’ Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach twist. Instead of fighting, she pulled me close, her hand sliding down to squeeze my crotch through my pants. ‘Let us find out for real. I saw this AI <a href"https://nsfwchatbots.net/sissy/sissy-test/"sissy test online. It is supposed to analyze everything and confirm if you are just a wannabe or a true subby slut.’ I protested weakly, but deep down, the thrill of exposure had my dick twitching.
She made me strip right there in the living room, my clothes pooling at my feet as she set up her phone with the app. ‘Answer honestly, or I will know.’ The questions were brutal. ‘Do you fantasize about sucking cock?’ ‘Would you wear panties for your wife?’ ‘How small is your dick when hard?’ I blushed furiously, uploading a pic of my soft nub for measurement, even recording a voice clip whimpering about wanting to be dominated. It took forever, the AI processing my data, scanning my face for lies. Finally, the results popped up in big, bold letters: ‘Confirmed: You are a fully submissive sissy boy. Submission level: 100%. Recommend immediate chastity and training.’ Patricia burst out laughing, but her eyes gleamed with excitement. ‘Look at that. My husband’s a total sissy confirmed by tech. No more hiding, bitch.’ She rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a tiny pink chastity cage she had apparently ordered weeks ago, like she knew this was coming. ‘Kneel.’ I did, my face burning as she snapped it on, the cold metal locking around my worthless clit. The key dangled from her necklace, right between her cleavage. ‘This stays on until I say. Now, you are going to learn what it means to be my sissy cuck.’
The days that followed were a blur of crazy changes. Patricia dove into it headfirst, turning our home into her playground. She made me shave every hair below my neck, then dressed me in lacy panties and thigh-high stockings under my work clothes. ‘Feel that cage rub all day? That is your new reality.’ At night, the real mindfuck began with hypnosis. She dimmed the lights, lit some scented candles that smelled like musk and vanilla, and had me sit cross-legged on the floor while she lounged on the bed in nothing but a silk robe. ‘Look into my eyes, sissy. Or better yet, this.’ She held up a glittering crystal on a chain, swinging it slowly back and forth. ‘Breathe deep. Let your thoughts drift away. You are safe, but you are changing.’ Her voice dropped low, soothing yet commanding, pulling me under like a warm tide.
‘Feel your body relax, from your toes to your head. Your mind opens wide for my words. You love being a sissy. Chastity makes you horny, not frustrated. You crave humiliation. It makes your clit leak.’ I sank deeper, eyelids heavy, repeating after her in a monotone: ‘I love being a sissy. Chastity makes me horny.’ She built it up, session after session. ‘Imagine a big, strong bull fucking me. His cock is huge, thick, veiny. Better than yours ever was. You watch, chained and caged, begging to clean up. And you. You want to taste him too. Suck him. Feel that bisexual hunger grow.’ The words wormed into my brain, vivid pictures flashing: Patricia’s legs wrapped around a stranger’s waist, her moans filling the room while I knelt nearby, drooling. I woke up each morning with the cage soaked in pre-cum, my dreams full of cocks and cum. She tested the progress roughly. Tying me to the bed and playing audio of men grunting, making me describe how I would worship them while she denied my release. ‘Say it: I am turning bi for real men.’ I gasped it out, the old me fading fast.
By the end of the week, Patricia was ready for the next level. ‘Time to make this real, sissy. I have been chatting with Jake. A real bull from that app. He is coming over Friday. Your first cuckold night.’ Panic and excitement warred in my chest. Jake’s profile pics showed a towering guy at 42 years old, built like a truck with tattoos snaking up his arms, and a smirk that screamed dominance. When Friday arrived, I was a wreck. Dressed in a frilly maid outfit she had forced on me, the cage peeking out under the short skirt, makeup smudged from nervous sweat. The doorbell rang like a death knell. Patricia, in a tight black dress that barely covered her thighs, answered with a sultry smile. ‘Come in, big boy. Meet my pathetic hubby.’
Jake stepped inside, all six-foot-four of him, wearing jeans that bulged obscenely at the crotch and a shirt stretched over his pecs. He eyed me up and down, chuckling deep in his throat. ‘This the sissy? Looks ready to break.’ Patricia nodded, grabbing my collar. Yeah, she had added that too. And yanked me forward. ‘Greet him right, bitch. On your knees.’ Humiliation flooded me as I dropped, the hardwood biting my knees. Jake did not hesitate, unzipping with one hand and hauling out his monster cock. Half-hard already, thicker than my wrist, with a foreskin that peeled back to reveal a purple head. ‘Suck it like the AI said you would.’ I leaned in, lips parting, the musky scent hitting me first. My tongue flicked out, tasting salt and skin, and something snapped. The hypnosis kicked in hard. I wanted this. I engulfed the head, sucking sloppily as it swelled in my mouth, stretching my jaw. He groaned, fisting my hair. ‘Fuck, the little bi-cuck’s got skills. Patricia, your training paid off.’ She watched, hiking up her dress to rub her wet pussy. ‘Told you. He is mine to mold.’
They led me to the bedroom like a pet on a leash, the air thick with anticipation. Patricia stripped Jake slowly, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest dusted with hair, then shoving down his pants so his full erection sprang free. Ten inches of veiny meat, throbbing and leaking. She chained me to a chair in the corner, my arms bound tight. ‘No touching yourself, sissy. Just watch me get what you cannot give.’ Jake scooped her up, tossing her onto the bed like she weighed nothing. He ripped her dress off, exposing her naked body. Nipples hard, pussy glistening. Spreading her thighs, he rubbed his cockhead along her slit, teasing. ‘Beg for it, slut.’ ‘Please, fuck me deep!’ she cried. He thrust in savagely, bottoming out in one go, her walls clenching around him. The slap of skin on skin started immediately, brutal and rhythmic, her juices squirting out with each pound.
I strained against the chains, my cage dripping steadily. ‘Look at him squirm,’ Jake grunted, flipping Patricia onto all fours so her ass faced me, his cock pistoning in and out, stretching her pink lips white. ‘Tell your hubby how good it feels.’ ‘So much better than his tiny dick! He is just a watcher now!’ She came hard, body shaking, but he did not stop. Pulling her hair, spanking her cheeks red. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and my shame. ‘Humiliate yourself for us, cuck,’ Patricia panted. Voice breaking, I whined, ‘I am a worthless sissy. Fuck her harder, sir. Make her yours.’ Jake grinned, slowing to long, deep strokes that made her whimper. ‘You want this cock too, do not you? That hypnosis turned you queer.’ I nodded, mesmerized by the sight, my mouth aching to join.
He switched positions, laying back so Patricia could ride him reverse, her tits heaving as she bounced, his balls slapping her ass. I saw everything. How her pussy gripped him, cream coating his shaft. She squirted again, soaking his groin, screaming obscenities about my inadequacy. Jake’s grunts grew animalistic. He flipped her missionary, pinning her legs by her ears, hammering relentlessly until he bellowed, flooding her with cum. Thick spurts overflowed, running down her crack as he kept thrusting through it.
Cleanup time hit like a freight train. Jake withdrew, his dick slick and semi-hard, and sauntered over. ‘Lick me clean first, bi-boy.’ I opened wide, sucking the mix of cum and pussy juice off him, tonguing his slit for every drop. It was degrading, delicious. My bisexual side fully awake, craving the bull’s flavor. Then he unchained me, shoving my head down. ‘Now eat my load from her.’ Patricia’s cunt was a mess, puffy and leaking white globs. I buried my face in, lapping greedily, her thighs clamping my ears as she ground against me. ‘Swallow it all, sissy. Taste what a real man does.’ Jake jerked off beside us, then erupted across my back, claiming me too.
Hours later, spent and sticky, I lay at their feet, cage relocked after a ruined orgasm from the sheer filth. Jake kissed Patricia goodbye, slapping my ass. ‘Back soon, cuck. Train that mouth more.’ As the door closed, Patricia stroked my hair. ‘Welcome to your new life, my hypnotized sissy slut.’ I smiled weakly, hooked forever.
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