Surrendered Secrets: A Sissy’s Descent into Bliss
In the quiet hum of suburban life, where manicured lawns hid the wildest cravings, Alex had always been the picture of ordinary. Tall and lean with a mop of unruly brown hair, he worked a desk job that drained his spirit, coming home to Sarah, his bubbly wife with her golden curls and endless energy. But beneath that facade, a fire smoldered—one that Mistress Elena, the sultry redhead next door, had ignited months ago. Elena, with her piercing green eyes and curves that commanded attention, lived with Victor, her rugged partner who exuded raw masculinity. What started as innocent flirtations had twisted into something darker, more intoxicating: Alex’s secret world of lace, denial, and utter surrender.
The air in their apartment complex always carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine in spring, a tease that mirrored Alex’s growing ache. He’d traded his plain briefs for sheer thongs weeks back, the fabric whispering against his skin like a lover’s breath. Elena’s commands came via encrypted texts, each one a jolt to his caged manhood. Today, as sunlight filtered through the blinds, Alex knelt in the dim garage light, the cool concrete biting his knees. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, echoing the throb in his locked little clit.
“Show me you’re ready, pet,” Elena’s message buzzed. He snapped a photo of his smooth-shaven legs encased in black fishnets, the metal cage glinting under the hem of his skirt—a frilly number she’d gifted him last time. Her reply: a smirking emoji followed by, “Good girl. Practice on those toys. Make it sloppy.”
Alex’s mouth watered at the memory of the silicone beasts in his toolbox, thick and veined, mocking his impotence. He pulled them out, the rubbery scent filling his nostrils, and wrapped his lips around the first one. Gagging slightly, he pushed deeper, tears pricking his eyes as he imagined Elena watching, her laughter like velvet over steel.
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Shadows
The routine had seeped into Alex’s veins like a drug, each morning a ritual of hidden rebellion. He’d slip into the bathroom while Sarah showered, the steam carrying her floral soap scent, oblivious to the illicit layers he donned. First, the cage clicked shut around his shrinking cock, a cold embrace that made him whimper softly. Then came the panties—silky red today, hugging his ass like a promise of punishment.
By the time he kissed Sarah goodbye, her lips tasting of mint toothpaste, Alex was a walking secret. The drive to work buzzed with friction: stockings sliding under his slacks, the plug he’d eased in earlier—a medium one, bulbous and insistent—nudging his prostate with every bump in the road. His mind wandered to Elena’s apartment, just across the courtyard, where she’d summon him bi-weekly to scrub her delicates, the musky aroma of her and Victor’s romps clinging to the lace.
Those visits were his reward. Last time, she’d handed him a cum-soaked garter, watching with hooded eyes as he inhaled it like a fiend. “Sniff it deep, sissy. That’s the taste of a real man.” Her voice, husky and commanding, had him leaking into his cage. Now, as lunch break hit, his phone vibrated. A photo from Elena: her in a sheer blouse, Victor’s hand possessively on her thigh. Caption: “Jealous yet?”
Alex’s fingers trembled as he typed back, “Yes, Mistress. So jealous.” He ducked into the office restroom, locking the stall, and freed one of the smaller dildos from his bag. Sucking it furiously, the salty lube mimicking forbidden flavors, he edged himself to the brink, only the cage stopping his release. The bell rang—back to spreadsheets, but his thoughts swirled with visions of Elena’s strap, thick and unyielding.
Evenings blurred into domestic normalcy. Sarah chattered about her yoga class, her lithe body glowing from exertion, while Alex nodded, the plug’s weight a constant reminder. He’d excuse himself to the garage, practicing deep-throating under the guise of “tinkering.” Elena’s encouragement texts fueled him: “Deeper, slut. Victor’s cock is bigger.”
One night, as rain pattered against the windows like impatient fingers, Elena upped the ante. “Tomorrow, add the corset. And heels for your walk to the mailbox.” Alex’s pulse raced. The corset cinched his waist, forcing shallow breaths, the heels—strappy black four-inchers—clicked dangerously on the pavement. He timed it for dusk, heart slamming as he retrieved the mail, praying no neighbors spotted the sway in his step or the flush on his cheeks.
Back inside, Sarah none the wiser, Alex collapsed against the door, grinding against the wood for friction he couldn’t have. The denial was exquisite torture, building a hunger that only Elena could sate.
Chapter 2: The Spring Fling
Spring brought the annual courtyard barbecue, a swirl of laughter and grilling meat under string lights. Alex arrived with Sarah on his arm, her sundress fluttering in the breeze, but beneath his khakis, Elena’s orders burned. She’d texted that morning: “Nude thigh-highs, matching thong, and the large plug. No cage today—let it strain for me.” The plug was a monster, wider than his fist at the base, stretching him to whimpering pleas as he backed onto it in the shower, water cascading over his trembling form.
The walk to the event was agony and ecstasy. Each step sent jolts through his core, the thong’s string teasing his exposed hole around the intruder. Sarah linked arms, her perfume—vanilla and spice—mixing with his sweat. “You seem tense, babe. Everything okay?”
“Just the heat,” he lied, spotting Elena across the green space. She lounged on a picnic blanket, Victor beside her, his muscular frame in a tight tee that showcased his broad chest. Elena’s red hair cascaded like flames, her short skirt riding up to reveal tanned thighs. She caught his eye, a wicked grin splitting her full lips.
As they mingled, Elena sauntered over, Victor trailing like a shadow. “Sarah, darling, you look radiant!” Elena air-kissed her cheeks, then turned to Alex, her gaze dropping suggestively. “And Alex… mm, something different about you tonight. Glow perhaps?”
Victor’s handshake was firm, his callused palm grinding into Alex’s. “Heard you’ve been hitting the gym, man. Looking tighter.” Alex mumbled thanks, heat flooding his face as Elena’s foot—bare and pedicured—brushed his calf under the table later, during appetizers. The scent of charred burgers mingled with her jasmine lotion, making his head spin.
Sitting was hell; the plug pressed mercilessly, forcing leaks into his thong. He shifted, biting back a gasp, while neighbors chatted about mundane woes. Elena leaned in during a lull, her breath hot on his ear. “Feel that fullness, pet? Imagine Victor’s real cock splitting you open. Wednesday, we’ll make it happen.”
Her words dripped like honeyed venom, stirring his uncaged dick to painful hardness. Sarah laughed at a joke nearby, oblivious, as Elena’s hand ghosted his thigh under the tablecloth, nails scraping fabric. “Don’t cum yet, sissy. Save it for my harness.”
The night dragged, fireworks popping overhead like his suppressed moans. On the stroll home, Sarah’s hand in his felt wrong—too innocent—while the plug’s sway reminded him of Elena’s promise. Inside, he fumbled excuses for a quick shower, easing the beast out with a pop that left him hollow, yearning. That night, as Sarah rode him vanilla-style, her soft sighs contrasting his frantic thrusts, Alex’s mind was elsewhere: on Elena’s strap, Victor’s seed, and the collar he knew awaited.
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Chapter 3: The Garage Rendezvous
Wednesday dawned with a deceptive calm, birds chirping as Sarah left for her shift, her kiss lingering like a chain. Alex stripped bare, the mirror reflecting his lithe form—pale skin flushed, brown hair tousled. He locked the cage first, the click echoing his submission, then rolled on sheer white stockings that clung like a second skin, the lace tops garters snapping into place. Five-inch stilettos next, wobbling him as he minced to the garage, the click-clack on linoleum a siren’s call.
The side door creaked open to reveal Elena’s gift bag, dew-kissed from the morning mist. Heart hammering, he snatched it inside, the paper rustling like whispers. On top: a plug that dwarfed the last, ridged and black, promising ruinous stretch. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, the garage’s oil-and-metal tang sharpening his fear-laced arousal.
“Impressed, slut?” Elena’s voice purred from the shadows, startling him. She emerged in thigh-high boots over leather pants, a cropped top baring her toned midriff, red hair wild. Victor’s absence was a relief—and a tease. She’d seen him like this before, but never so exposed, his caged clit dripping onto the concrete.
“Lube it up and mount it against the workbench. Stroke your pathetic nub while you do.” Her command brooked no argument. Alex complied, slicking the monster, the cool gel warming in his palm. Pressing its base to the wood, he bent, ass high, and reversed onto it. The tip breached easily, but the ridges… oh god, they dragged like fire, each inch a burn that morphed to bliss. Precum slicked his fingers as he rubbed the cage, moaning low.
Elena circled him, her boots thudding softly. “That’s my greedy boy-cunt. Take it all.” She dipped a finger in his leak, shoving it between his lips. “Taste your desperation.” Salty-sweet, it exploded on his tongue, pushing him deeper onto the plug. When the widest ridge popped in, his vision blurred, body quaking as fullness consumed him—like birthing a secret.
Panting, bent double, he felt her hands: first a push-up bra, lavender lace cupping silicone breasts that heaved with his breaths. Then panties—white satin with “Cumdump” embroidered in pink, sliding up to frame his plugged hole. The dress followed, a flouncy blue babydoll that barely skimmed his thighs, ruffles tickling like feathers.
“Kneel and worship your toys,” she ordered, voice thick with lust. Alex dropped, knees protesting on the gritty floor, the plug shifting to spark stars. He retrieved the dildos— one girthy, one curved—from the bench, spacing them. His mouth engulfed the first, slurping noisily, the silicone tasting of faint cherry lube. Switching, he hollowed his cheeks, gagging wetly, lost in rhythm until Elena’s shadow loomed.
She’d donned the harness, a monstrous eight-incher jutting from her hips, glistening. “This one’s fresh from Victor’s load. Clean it, sissy cuck.” The musk hit him—sweat, cum, Elena’s arousal—a cocktail that had him lunging forward. No hands, just tongue and throat: swirling the head, savoring the bitter tang, then deep, nose burying in her pubes. Her hand tangled in his hair, guiding. “Fuck, you’re a natural throat-whore. Deeper—choke on his superiority.”
He did, retching softly, tears streaming as her praises washed over him: “Such a pretty cocksucker. Victor would love breaking you.” The words ignited him, clit straining, but release denied. She pulled back, letting him lap the balls, the latex warm against his lips, flavors intensifying.
“Up, pet. Time for your collar.” A velvet choker, crimson with a silver ring, snapped around his neck. The leash tugged, leading him inside, heels teetering on the threshold. In the bathroom mirror, he saw a slut reborn: dress hiked, panties soaked, eyes glazed. Elena’s fingers traced his spine. “Bend over, bitch. Let’s replace that plug with something alive.”
She yanked the plug free with a wet schlop, emptiness yawning, then pressed the strap’s head to his gaping rosebud. It slid in smooth, ridges catching deliciously, filling him inch by veiny inch. “Fuck, yes—pound my sissy hole, Mistress!” he begged, voice cracking. She thrust, hips snapping, the slap of leather on skin echoing like applause.
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Chapter 4: Shadows of Envy
Elena’s thrusts built a rhythm that shook Alex to his core, the bathroom tiles cold under his palms as he braced. Each plunge stretched his boy-cunt wider, the strap’s girth a relentless invader, grinding against that electric spot inside. Sweat beaded on his forehead, mixing with the mascara she’d applied earlier—smudged rivers down his cheeks like war paint. “Beg for it harder, you filthy cuck,” she growled, nails digging into his hips, leaving crescent marks that bloomed red.
“Please, Mistress Elena, fuck your sissy raw! Make me your hole!” His voice broke into sobs of pleasure, the dress’s ruffles bunching around his waist, exposing the “Cumdump” panties stretched taut. The air thickened with their mingled scents: her leather and spice, his musk of submission, the faint tang of lube. She reached around, flicking the cage, sending shocks through his denied nub.
But she slowed, teasing. “Not yet. I want you edged, desperate.” Pulling out with a lewd pop, she leashed him to the bedroom, where silk sheets awaited. New scene: she’d planned a video call. “Victor’s watching from work. Show him what a good girl you are.” Alex’s stomach flipped—humiliation’s sharp edge—but his hole clenched emptily, craving more.
On all fours on the bed, screen propped, Victor’s face appeared: stubbled jaw, eyes dark with amusement. “Look at that eager slut, Elena. Bet he’s tighter than you.” Elena chuckled, lubing a vibrator—a buzzing beast—and eased it in, remote in hand. She cranked it high, vibrations rumbling through Alex like thunder, making his faux tits jiggle.
“Dance for us, pet.” Leashed, he writhed, heels digging into the mattress, the toy’s hum drowning his moans. Victor’s commands filtered through: “Arch that back. Finger your clit.” Alex obeyed, rubbing the cage frantically, pre-cum stringing like webs. Elena straddled his face then, her leather-clad thighs smothering, pussy grinding through fabric. “Lick the seam, taste my wetness.”
The salt of her arousal seeped through, driving him mad. Victor’s voice boomed: “Cum for me, sissy—no, wait, Elena says no release.” The denial crested, Alex humping air, body convulsing in dry orgasm, waves crashing without spill. Elena dismounted, kissing his forehead mockingly. “Good boy. Now clean the vibe with your mouth.”
As the call ended, she removed the toy, replacing it with her strap once more. This time, slower, deeper, building to a frenzy where Alex babbled incoherently, senses overwhelmed: the creak of the bed, her grunts, the slap-slap-slap of flesh. When she finally allowed his peak—cage unlocked mid-thrust—he erupted, ropes of cum splattering the sheets, tasting freedom’s bitter edge.
But it wasn’t over. Elena whispered of more: “Next time, Victor joins. You’ll fluff him for me.” The thought terrified and thrilled, planting seeds of deeper cuckoldry.
Chapter 5: Bound in Ecstasy
Days blurred after the garage, Alex’s body a map of aches—sore hole, chafed thighs from stockings, the phantom fullness haunting his dreams. Sarah noticed his distraction, her touches met with half-hearted responses, but she chalked it to work stress. Meanwhile, Elena’s texts escalated: photos of Victor’s cock, hard and veined, captioned “Practice imagining this.” Alex did, nightly, humping pillows in secret, the cage his cruel companion.
A new summons came Friday: “Meet me at the mall. Dress femme under your clothes. We’ll shop.” Terror spiked—public play? But obedience won. He layered: corset cinching his ribs, skirt hidden under jeans, wig in his bag. The mall’s bustle assaulted his senses: chatter, fried food smells, fluorescent glare. Elena waited by lingerie, Victor absent but his credit card burning a hole.
“Try this on,” she handed him a sheer teddy, leading to the family restroom. Inside, locked, she watched as he stripped, heels clicking on tile. “Bend over the sink. I’ll plug you here.” The medium one slid in easy now, his trained ass welcoming. Dressed in the teddy over his boy-clothes, they browsed, her hand occasionally brushing his bulge.
In Victoria’s Secret, she made him model bras, whispering, “Imagine Victor ripping it off.” A salesgirl eyed them oddly, but Elena’s confidence disarmed. Back home, alone, Alex replayed it, stroking furiously once uncaged, cum tasting of shame and joy.
The pinnacle hit Saturday. Elena invited him over while Victor “napped.” Leashed and plugged, he entered their apartment, the air heavy with sex—sheets rumpled, Elena in a robe. “Kneel by the bed. Clean his mess from me.” She spread, pussy glistening with Victor’s load. Alex dove in, tongue lapping the creamy flood, salty-bitter, her moans urging him deeper. “Suck it out, cuck. Every drop.”
Victor stirred, watching with a grin. “Your turn, sissy.” He presented his semi-hard cock, still slick. Alex’s mouth watered; he engulfed it, throat working, the real heat and pulse worlds beyond silicone. Elena pegged him from behind as he sucked, a spit-roast of dominance. Thrusts synced, Victor groaning, “Fuck her mouth good.”
Climax shattered: Victor flooded Alex’s throat, forcing swallows, while Elena’s strap milked his prostate, uncaged release soaking the floor. Spent, collared and curled at their feet, Alex knew boundaries shattered. No turning back—this was his new reality, laced in submission’s sweet chains.
The spring air whispered promises of more, their trio’s bond tightening like a noose of pleasure. Alex, once ordinary, now bloomed in secrecy’s garden, forever Elena’s—and Victor’s—plaything.
