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Sissy Baby Steps Chapter 2

The Female Master and the Female Deity.

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May 25, 2024
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Sissy Baby Steps Ch. 02
Sissy Baby Steps Ch. 02

Sissy Baby Steps Chapter 2

Last night transformed my life completely. I discovered that my wife knew all about my hidden life, and by trapping my penis in a minuscule chastity cage, she put an end to it.

I couldn't sleep at all. I experienced intense discomfort from the feelings overwhelming me. I checked the time on the clock... 2 AM... 2:30 AM... 3:15 AM... 4:30 AM... I woke up to the sounds of my wife awakening the children. For a moment, I couldn't remember what happened the night before, and then it dawned on me. I frantically grabbed at my penis and testicles, desperately hoping it was all just a dream. But my penis was imprisoned in that tiny device, swollen and slightly numb. My testicles felt hard as rock and extremely sensitive.

It was difficult to walk with those aching testicles. I tried my best to stand up straight, thinking about how long I could endure this. I managed to prepare the kids, packed their lunch bags and breakfast. I barely made eye contact with my wife. She was busy organizing things in the house and didn't pay much attention to me.

"Have a good day, dear," I said without a response.

I drove the kids to school and daycare. Getting in and out of the car was agonizing. My testicles caused me pain every time I moved. After dropping them off, I made it to the office.

It was a normal day in the office, but in my mind, it was crazy. Every movement was uncomfortable, and every time a woman walked by my desk, sexual thoughts surfaced. In other words, I was hornier than hell. When I went to the bathroom to urinate, I had to sit down because the cock cage made the urine splatter.

The day at the office passed slowly, and I rushed home with anxiety and fear in my heart. I opened the door and placed the groceries I had bought on the kitchen counter. There, standing there, was my wife, looking stunning with a loose, flowery dress that came down to her knees. The dress was tight around her waist. Her beautiful big breasts were clearly visible. She had changed her hairstyle. Her hair seemed longer, curly, and black. Her dress had short sleeves, highlighting her slightly chubby arms, and the delicate fingers.

I locked eyes with her and said, "I love you."

She smiled politely and said, "Thanks."

"The kids are at my parents' home until I decide what to do with you." She said this without even giving me a glance.

"Shower, please," she ordered.

I instinctively went to the shower. Taking off my shoes, socks, pants, and shirt, I paused before removing my underwear. I hurriedly took a quick shower, wondering what I should do next. As I dried off, I heard noises.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and proceeded to the living room. There, standing there, was a bizarre-looking woman talking to my wife. She was approximately 6 feet tall, with flat chest and a narrow ass. She had wavy, slightly long, black hair and a very ugly face with thin lips. She wore black latex pants and a T-shirt with short sleeves. Her arms seemed strong, while her hands were manly. She smiled big and gave my wife a hug.

"Congratulations. I'm so glad you finally did it. Wow! Is the moron here?" she asked, pointing at me.

"Who are you?" I inquired with assurance.

The strange woman turned toward me with her arms at her sides, appearing to challenge my authority. I looked at my wife for answers, but she kept quiet.

"Shut up!" the tall woman barked at me.

I wanted to push her away, but my condition put me at a major disadvantage, and it seemed like she had strength.

"I am the Mistress, and your wife is your Goddess from now on. You will refer to me as Mistress and to her... Well, as I said, she is your Goddess now, not your wife anymore."

I stood there, speechless and feeling as if I'd been run over by a truck.

"Take off the towel," the Mistress ordered.

"Hurry up and take it off," my wife urged.

Some reason, I took off the towel, exposing my penis and painful testicles to the two spectators, who tried not to laugh too loudly.

"Come, my Goddess," the Mistress instructed, directing my wife to the bedroom. My wife gently lay on the bed.

The Mistress lifted my wife's skirt and gently removed her purple panties. My wife's legs spread wide, exposing her lush, bushy vagina. My cock was on the verge of exploding.

"Please, stop!" I begged. "This is my wife!"

The Mistress stood up and slapped me hard across the face with her powerful arm.

"She's your Goddess, not your wife!"

Tears streaming down my face, the Mistress knelt in front of my wife's vagina and began licking, kissing, and sucking her lips. My wife touched the Mistress's hair with a big grin and closed eyes, enjoying every second of it and getting her vagina very wet. The Mistress's tongue danced on her pussy, continuously changing pace and stimulating her in various ways. She sucked the clitoris roughly, pulling it upwards with force. I watched helplessly as my wife enjoyed this and cried out in pleasure, experiencing multiple orgasms and begging the Mistress to keep going.

"Ohh... God! This is so good. I'm cumming again... Ohhh... Ohhh!"

After her final orgasm, the Mistress stood up and instructed my wife to get onto her knees at the end of the bed. The Mistress took out a strap-on from some hidden spot and attached it to her body over her latex pants. She got on the bed behind my wife's plump, sexy ass and pressed the strap-on into her vagina. My wife rolled her eyes in enjoyment.

I fell to the floor, overcome with emotion. I found myself looking at them both on the bed as the black, long, thick strap-on disappeared in and out of my wife's vagina, always going deeper and deeper with a slow, rhythmic movement.

"I hope you've learned your lesson!" the Mistress said.

I couldn't speak.

"You are her husband. You should be the only one making love to your wife."

I nodded faintly and managed to whisper, "Yes."

The Mistress reached into her left back pocket and held up a small key. It looked like the key to my chastity device. I got on my knees, hoping this ordeal was over.

"Here's the key. Unlock yourself and come fuck your wife," the Mistress said, continuing to thrust into my wife's ass.

My wife turned to the Mistress with confusion in her eyes. The Mistress threw the key to me. I grabbed it and struggled to open the lock with my hands loaded with the key and the chastity device. It was difficult to hold them both, especially as my balls stretched and ached. I could only make little progress. I finally inserted the key into the lock.

"Good boy! Now turn the key, come on!" the Mistress urged, her rhythm increasing.

I tried my hardest to turn the key but it was tough.

"Turn the key harder! Turn it already!" the Mistress demanded.

I was almost there, but the key was jammed. I had to find a way to free myself and take back control. I focused on the lock, determined to open it. Just as my wife screamed again, I heard the strap-on pulling out of her.

The Mistress stood tall on the bed, the strap-on still inside my wife's vagina.

"Oh my, look at that!" the Mistress chuckled. "It will take a while to figure out how to get your penis out of there. Got all the time in the world, right?".

I realized this situation would continue for much longer than I expected.

"Why?" I managed to whisper.

"Because all the fantasies you dreamed of every day came true," my wife answered.

Inside, this was what I hoped for, but now that I had it with no control... It was overwhelming. My wife took off her dress, revealing her beautiful skin, round breasts, and curvy figure. She kissed the Mistress on the lips.

"Thank you for everything," my wife told the Mistress. Then she walked towards the shower and shut the door behind her.

The Mistress began cleaning the strap-on, placed it in a small black bag. She looked at me as I remained on my knees on the floor.

Accept what's destined for you. There's no point in resisting. As your goddess suggested, this is what you desired, isn't it? The Mistress spoke with distaste.

The Mistress exited the room, and I heard the front door close. I silently made my way to my side of the bed. I could hear my spouse singing in the shower as I drifted off to sleep.

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