Madam Inanna's Life in FLR: Part 3
Inanna moved quickly, sitting on me and crushing my body to the floor. Her face was mere inches from mine as she snarled, "Hey, you want to know something? I'm curious - how did I discover your wife's email address?
I shook my head.
"Oh, it wasn't hard at all," she said cockily. "I hired a skilled female investigator who managed to breach your account. From there, we seized your wife's email address and the emails of all your other friends. Considering that, wouldn't these come in quite handy if you tried to end our little affair?"
I scrutinized her, but she slapped me hard, ripping my focus back to the situation. "Do you think I'm joking?" she growled.
I cowered, wanting to look elsewhere. However, she gripped my face, bringing it back to her. "Listen carefully. I've learned something else about your wife, but I'm not going to share it with you just yet. That's for later. Now, you have a decision to make."
Half-stunned, I wondered what she meant. As I began to speak, Inanna leaned in for a violent kiss, her tongue exploiting my mouth. She ended it as abruptly as it started, demanding, "Get back up on the bed." A powerful slap to my bottom left me screaming. She ordered, "Lie down on your back." Moving swiftly, she secured my hands by my head to the bed.
"Does your bum feel hot?" she mocked, caressing my skin. She crept her fingers up my legs and onto my soft inner thighs, whilst scraping them against my battered backside. She then toyed with the plug jammed in me before finally manipulating it forcefully. My moans resulted in her smirking. "Moans of pleasure, huh? Your enlarged breasts and hardened nipples are now your orgasm sources, not your minuscule member. Spread your legs wider, my sissy - please."
Terrified, I lay there, questioning the situation. I yearned for an understanding of Inanna's intention, contemplating the magnitude of my actions. As seconds passed, I wished for freedom.
"Inanna," I begged,"I've changed my mind. I no longer want to continue this."
However, she returned unexpectedly, livid. She was sporting a black bra, stockings, and a strap-on dildo. "You begging asshole. Do you think you have a say in this?"
She snapped photos of my exposed body and plug, releasing a series of tormented screams. "Silence!" She shouted, striking me again and again with the sharp sound of smacks echoing through the room. It felt as though my bruised backside would shatter. But, the blows persisted relentlessly and mercilessly until her camera shutter sounded for the final time. She then paused while the device flashed, signifying more photos taken.
Inanna reentered, laughing, "Your missus just sent an email. I wonder what it says? Maybe we can read it together?"
She showed me the message saying, "I can't believe a man would submit to such humiliation. I'm genuinely interested in this. What's going to happen next? I can't wait to hear more. I’m meeting a friend for a fantastic evening. Can't wait to hear more. Naomi xo."
A smile crept across her face.
"I wonder what she meant by 'special friend'?"
"She's meeting a girlfriend for dinner," I responded, cautiously hopeful.
Inanna picked up her device, returning to her keyboard. She read out loud as she typed, "My new sissy is a married man who is so entranced in his crossdressing fetish that he overlooked his wife's needs. He hasn't made love to his attractive wife in years and denies her oral sex. His poor wife has been starved of basic marital requirements. Tonight, he will lose his masculinity. Here, I'll send you home." She placed her phone on the nightstand and cupped my breast.
"Interesting, you've got big breasts, like a woman. Such a small pecker and oversized tits. You're more feminine than you think. It makes me wonder if they can be stimulated?"
Gently, she pinched my nipple through my sightseeing uniform and bra. My moans and squirms were the result. She questioned coquettishly, "Are they sensitive? Like women? Do they love to be raped?"
Inanna's hand returned to my nipples, lightly touching and flicking them. Instantly, I moaned and thrashed.
Look at you, trembling like a teen girl, getting groped by her first boyfriend. It's sweet, isn't it? Now it's time for you to choose: Learn how to suck a dick or get fucked by one. What's it gonna be?
I shook my head, not uttering a word. She snapped again.
"Fine, I'll make the decision for you."
She leaned over and kissed me roughly. Then, grabbing a dildo strap-on, she shoved a ball gag into my mouth and tightened the straps around my head.
"You're silent now, which is good. Strap yourself in for the ride of your life. First, however, I'm going to take away your virginity. Your days as my wimpy pet have just begun. If you play along and enjoy being fucked like the woman you're turning into, you'll be rewarded. If you misbehave, well, prepare to face the consequences. You see, Princess, you're scared right now."
I thrashed, helpless to speak due to the ball gag.
"I'll leave for a moment, I'll be right back."
She exited the room, leaving me there with my thoughts. A few minutes later, she returned, placing her phone into a stand and aimed it towards the bed. She recorded as she instructed me to spread my legs wide. When I hesitated, she grabbed my legs, pushed them back over my head, and straddled me in the missionary position. She began caressing my breasts and found that lightly brushing her fingertips across my nipples produced the best response. This increase in movement made my pelvis sway, and my breathing changed. Next, she leaned over and whispered into my ear:
"You're a slut, look at you, writhing for pleasure. Your lousy cock can't bring you satisfaction. What's the point of your wife marrying someone with such a pathetic little thing? I've seen bigger clits than that. Pathetic!"
After teasing me briefly, she brought her hand down to my chastity cage.
"Promise me you'll be a good little sissy, and I'll remove the gag. But I'll put it back on if I must. Understand?"
I nodded frantically, and she removed the gag. She stuck her finger into my mouth, then demanded, "Suck my finger!"
I obeyed and she chuckled. She leaned forward once again to kiss me. Relentlessly, she probed her tongue into my mouth, then pulled away and waved her finger at me.
"Here, kiss it," she suggested, and I did as I was told. Then she removed the finger and carefully examined it. She straddled back between my legs, ready for the next step in my transformation. "'Kay, you seem eager, so I'll place a little lubricant on the dildo. Now, spread those legs a bit more for me, relax."
Seeing that I remained reluctant, she slapped me across the face.
"Job one, Princess, is to stop being a baby. I've used your fear against you, and now it's time for you to be a good girl and accept your fate. Now, stop pleading."
She adjusted her position and inserted the dildo into me, making me cry out in discomfort. But as she slid it out and in deeper, my reactions became less severe.
"Hurting? I'm only just beginning. Have you ever felt so humiliated?"
Once more, my appeals seemed to irritate her, and she slapped me again.
"Stop it, please stop!", I begged her.
She ignored me and kept grinding her hips, widening my legs and relaxing me slightly, immediately eliciting cheers from her.
"I told you to spread your legs wider and relax, it won't hurt as much. Just breathe calmly. There we go; you're getting the hang of this."
With that, she plunged herself deeper into me. I cried out in pain, which prompted another slap.
"No, no, no, stop your whining. Look at me, stop being a baby!"
For a few moments, she had sex with me at a slow pace. Each time I complained or whined, she would slap me across the face, causing me to protest more and receive another hit. When she started playing with my nipples and fucking me harder, the whining stopped and I began to softly moan. You smiled down at me and continued to stimulate my nipples.
I had no idea that you had something devastating in store for me, but it wasn't quite time for that yet, so you continued to fuck me gently, then a little roughly, to remind me of your dominance. The bed banged against the wall, and my moans turned into groans, then gasps. It was time for the final blow to my masculinity.
Inanna stopped fucking me but didn't pull out.
"Do you know what's ironic, my little sissy?"
I didn't answer; instead, I stared at you and saw an evil grin on your face. You looked away without speaking, so you grabbed me by the ear.
"Answer me when you're spoken to, and don't you dare look away from me. It's a sign of disrespect."
Before I could answer, you gave a forceful thrust with your hips, pushing the dildo deeper, and at the same time kissed me, thrusting your tongue into my mouth. Then you kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "It's ironic that at this very moment, your wife is getting fucked by the person you referred to as her special friend. Let me tell you, he's very special and he's everything you're not. I wonder who moans louder—you or her?"
I started to wriggle and squirm, trying to break free, but my arms were still restrained and you were lying on top of me.
"I wonder if she's getting it like you or is she getting rammed from behind by her 'lover' or should I say your replacement?"
I cursed, screaming profanities, but you answered with sharp slaps.
"What did you call me?"
All I could do was mumble. Another slap across my face, and yet another. You glared down at me, waving your finger in front of my face.
"You will regret that mouth of yours, but first, it's time to give you a dose of reality."
Inanna got up and went over to the dresser and picked up your phone. She began scrolling through it and then carefully unfastened the strap-on harness. When she returned, she grabbed the dildo gag and shoved the ball portion into my mouth, tightening the straps around my head. She straddled my chest, pointing her phone at my face.
"Here you go, sissy. Here's a photo of your wife with her 'lover' having dinner at the fancy restaurant, The Five Sails."
I could see the picture clearly - my wife with an attractive, sophisticated-looking man of Middle Eastern descent.
"Oh, look at this one."
You showed me a picture of them at the restaurant, snuggled in a booth.
"And this one."
You turned the phone around, and they were walking arm in arm towards the hotel elevator.
"Oh my, and look at this one."
You turned the phone around again, and they were seen walking towards the elevator, his hand cupping her bottom.
"Oh, Princess, there are so many more. Remember her business conference in Whistler? She was there for pleasure and no work, right? Would you like to see? My investigator has done a fantastic job, hasn't she?"
I shook my head, unable to speak due to the gag in my mouth.
"Hold on, I'm not finished yet. Let me show you one more. Here, look at this video clip of her kneeling, sucking a man's cock, and then making love to him. Look at this last one."
You turned the phone towards me and smiled down at me, still inside me, surrounded by your nakedness.
"As you can see, sissy, the situation has changed. You thought your wife was the devoted housewife, but that is not the case. She loves sex. She's an exhibitionist, as shown by the open blinds of her hotel room. And we know she prefers cowgirl-style sex."
My eyes closed, hearing your voice remained a faint whisper amongst the loud, angry murmurs of my cursing and moans.
"Let me remind you of the shocking truth you're about to face. This entire situation was orchestrated by me. Your wife and I will meet very soon, and the truth will be revealed about you."
I went mad trying to break free, thrashing about, but the restraints coupled with you sitting on top of me made my efforts fruitless.
"Stephanie, my dear, this is only the beginning, and it's high time you learned what it truly means to serve a woman."
Inanna reached down and played with her vagina for a while before swapping positions and sitting on my face, thrusting herself down onto the large, realistic dildo.
"Get to work, lover."
I struggled and moaned, but all she did was grind herself against my face for about twenty seconds before lifting off slightly.
"Come on, honey, let's go!"
More groans and whimpers, so she repeated her action, pressing herself down until the dildo was almost out of her vagina, and then slowly lowering herself back down again. Before long, she began to hump against my face. This was one of the worst experiences of my life, but there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Suddenly, she stopped and raised herself off my face. I was so relieved at the conclusion of this ordeal.
"It's time to feast on my pussy, darling."
She undid the headbands but before I could open my mouth, she lowered herself down to rub her genitals against my face. I tried and complained, so Inanna slapped me hard and shouted,
"Hurry up or else! Your sex life is now limited to receiving my strap-on dildo and giving me oral pleasure. You have no choice because if you don't, I will expose you to your wife. She will leave you, take everything, and then you'll have no choice but to live in my basement suite and be my full-time maid."
Inanna pushed my head between her legs and held it there, forcing me to lick her to an orgasm.
"You're not done yet," she chastised me.
She reached down again and spread her labia apart.
"Point your tongue and stick it inside me. Slowly move it around, exploring the inside. Then, slowly run the tip of your tongue over all the folds, and gently suck on my lips."
I followed her instructions and dared not stop until Inanna had her second orgasm. When she stepped off me, I started to crumble, as she had broken and transformed my life in a matter of hours.
Inanna embraced and comforted me.
"This is just the start, my love. I know you'll have lapses, and when they occur, the punishments will be quick and severe. Do you understand?"
I hesitantly nodded my head.
"Your job now is to make me happy, which means obedience and oral service whenever it's required. The punishment you've received today is nothing compared to what's coming. Now, you will stay in chastity until I determine when you'll be unlocked. When your wife returns from her date, you are to ask her how it went, where she dined, what she ate, and what she and her friend did after dinner. Of course, she'll lie to you, so you must maintain your composure."
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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