Cuckolds in High Heels

Your wife walked in on you as you were parading provocatively in one of your most frilly dresses in front of two other sissies. She led you to her room and spanked you for it—sissified hubbies must never act so naughtily and sissily unless their wives tell them to. Wait until she tells you to do so in front of her female friends or—even worse—in front of ex-girlfriends or women of your family.

Your wife was right; you two could explore many other ways of having sex if you allowed her to feminize you. When you agreed to it, you didn’t imagine that it would include allowing her to penetrate you with her strap-on dildo, but you no longer consider it odd—most feminized hubbies have had that experience.

You know it's for your own good, sweetie. If you hadn't wanted to be feminized, you wouldn't have worn my clothes—including my most feminine intimates—when you thought I couldn't see you in them. I have video proof of it. Your unmasculine behavior in bed suggests the same thing. I’m going to fully feminize you, and you’ll be demoted to my personal assistant—in blouses, skirts, and heels. In bed, I’m going to need a real man—I don’t think you’ll object once you start wearing panties.

Poor boy! Don't delude yourself into believing that you can stop your feminization at any point you want—if you had the will to do it, you would have done it before it even started. I have been feminized, and I know you will never stop it—I know how to get you to crave femininity, to surrender to it eagerly and completely, and to never want to stop it. And I'll feminize you to a point you won't be able to recognize yourself. Once fully feminized, your wife is going to enjoy you in many ways—some of which you didn't even imagine, but you'll yield to them anyway.

One year ago, you wore men's clothes—not that you could say that you were manly enough to wear them. Now you are utterly proud of being a feminized husband—and of wearing soft lingerie and elegant dresses. There are two things you are especially proud of. The first one is that your wife has told you that the feminized hubbies of her friends see you as their role model. The other is that once your wife and her lover allowed you to guide his humongous cock into her pussy—and nothing could make you feel more cuckolded and feminized.

They asked you, “Eh, do you want to see us in this?” They were showing you two sexy bras, and seeing them in just a bra was utterly tempting—but their ultimate aim was to lure you to their apartment and persuade you to wear panties, high-heeled shoes, and stockings in front of them. You moved with them afterward and became their male maid—you cook for them and clean their rooms. They have manly boyfriends with whom they have sex—you only get to hear their moans and, at times, to clean up their pussies with your tongue after they have had sex. You do it like a good maid would, wearing your pink uniform and on your knees.

There are only three weeks left until your wife returns after spending six months at her company’s Paris branch. The surprise welcome gift your mother-in-law has prepared for her is your complete feminization. She wants it to be perfect—it won’t be the first time she’s paraded you around as a feminized man in front of her friends, but on previous occasions you were wearing a pink maid’s uniform. If you thought there couldn’t be anything more humiliating, you were wrong—and she’s not going to spare you that humiliation. You’re going to be the perfect feminized husband—just as your wife and mother-in-law want—and they’re going to enjoy it immensely.

This is just the beginning. In a few months at most, you’ll be doing it dressed in a maid uniform—and you will have to undress your wife from the waist down before going down on her, knowing that she has just had sex with her lover. Besides, you'll be frequently reminded that you owe your maid's uniform and your cleaning-up duties to your lack of masculinity—just the opposite of her lover.

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One day, your mothers-in-law timidly confided to each other that you were quite nonmasculine. As time went on, they shared more private secrets: their daughters—your wives—had lovers and were feminizing you, and they themselves were even participating in your feminization. It was only a matter of time before they decided to bring the two of you together to feminize you at the same time. You had never imagined to what extent that would deepen your feminization—and they hadn’t imagined how much fun for them it would be.

Despite your total inability to satisfy her in bed and your lack of masculinity, your wife has always been understanding and loving. When she began to feminize you, she did so with as much tenderness and emotional support as possible. You, however, were reluctant and uncooperative. Had it been otherwise, your wife wouldn't have allowed your mother-in-law to take charge of your feminization—and you wouldn't have been forced to submit completely to an already feminized husband, a male maid. He accepted no option besides total obedience and submission—complaining about your maid uniform or the makeup was never tolerated. With him, you not only had to be the most feminine male maid possible but also show gratitude for it at all times. In the maid you became, there is nothing left of the man you once were—to the complete satisfaction of your wife, your mother-in-law, her friends, and even the male maid who trained you.

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Images from @sissy-maids-of-suburbia

Images from @sissy-maids-of-suburbia