Sissy Husband’s chapter 1: Ten men cover my wife in goo!
As I stand at the laundry sink – cum stained corset in hand – I know that I’m standing on the edge of a precipice. The pretty satin garment has gone from being a gleaming swathe of white silk to a crusty collage of creamy blotches – the remnants of a bukkake party in which my wife was the star.
“Get on with the job,” I say to myself, putting a tentative hand in the warm water, because If I do what I want to do then there’s no going back…the sheer debasement of it would mean the end of my self-respect and my manhood. So I try not to look at the corset, and stare instead at the mountain range of bubbles rising with the water level.
It’s a simple task…wash my wife’s corset – just one of many duties I have to perform since I lost my job and she became the breadwinner. Since she became my mistress and turned me into a sissy husband…
“Yes, just another job,” I say, turning from the bubbles and reaching confidently for the corset. And then I freeze.
Spread out across the working surface, the satin corset looks like a piece of modern art, with all those blotches and swirls staining its shiny surface. Although cum is supposed to be white there seem to be a number of slightly yellow patches. My brain tries to cognitivise what I’m looking at…to find the right words…but there is only one: bukkake.
Last night, my wife, Bailey, starred in her first bukkake party video and those stains are the goo deposits of ten men. They represent all the creamy jism that my cum hungry mistress hadn’t been able to swallow…the overflow that dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin and onto the garment.
The memory of those riverlets of cum is seared onto my brain. The glaring lights of the camera were shining on her white chin as the sperm giblets hung off it…and I remember how she smiled as her tongue lurched out of her mouth in an attempt to rescue the overflow.
She failed, and so…there they are, smeared in crusty deposits across the garment. The sight of cum crust on the corset’s pretty white ribbon does something to my mouth…I feel the release of saliva a hungry animal experiences when staring at a juicy morsel. I want to lick it.
“You sick fuck!” I chide myself.
Just the thought of it causes my petite pecker to swell…but that only emphasises the ridiculousness of the whole thing because my pecker only swells until reaching the confines of the Curzon 7 that my wife now holds the key to. And just in case you don’t know…a Curzon 7 is a state of the art chastity device.
In a shameless act of cruelty she had chosen the extra-small model…not only to remind me that I was “hung like a hamster” but to cause the maximum discomfort. The Curzon 7 is tiny and provides no room for expansion…in fact, it’s so constricting that it comes with a manufacturer’s warning which my wife gleefully informed me of.
It was before the bukkake party, in her dressing room. She had just tied the ribbon on her corset and put on the lacey gloves and was making sure I understood that all I’d be doing was watching. Unusually, the bukkake movie was shot in a club at a real life party and there would be lots of people around, so – as a treat – I was allowed to watch. But just in case I got any ideas of pulling out my ‘pee-wee’ and trying to stick it in the direction of any of the bukkake girls, she was taking precautions. Thus…a new phase of my servitude had begun: chastity.
And that’s when, as she took the device out of its box, she read the warning: “The curzon 7 – although designed for small penises – is unusually constricting and users should be aware that periods of use that exceed a month could result in permanent loss of erectile function.”
How she laughed, her cruel red lips parting with genuine pleasure.