Everything and Anything part 15. [F32] [m35] [M24] [cuckolding] [sissy] [MM/m]

I want to start by saying thank you to all of my supporters. Even though I have not posted in a while, we have continued to engage.

This story will focus on M/m interaction. If that is not your cup of tea, then you do not have to read it.

Again, please excuse any misspelling, punctuation or inconsistency. I am writing in haste.

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I went through a full array of emotions after that sequence. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. Indignation. Rage How could she? The one I thought was worth honor. The one I devoted my life to. The one. My one.

That was just it wasn't it? The one. My, the one. Did this change who she was to me? Did this change what I thought we were? Did this change who I thought she was?

Did this change...... anything?

Yes. It did. It changed the fact that one of our most fundamental questions she chose to lie to me. She did not trust me. Yet, I trusted her.

And look where it got me.

Locked.

Cucked.

Used.

Busted.

Denied.

Humiliated.

All of those things I had confessed to her. All of those things I had said I fantasized about. All of those things I had said I wanted. She made them come true.

But this part, the lying. The apparent knowing me and having a plan that she was working with someone else to help fulfill. It felt like betrayal. It was betrayal.

I tried messaging her. No response.

What would I have said if could talk to her. I still did not know.

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That was me Thursday night. I had a big day in the office the next morning. I thought about changing how I dressed, at least underneath. I did kind of like wearing panties. I would not send her a pic, though. I need to figure some things out.

I went to work. Locked. Pantied. And by now, even wearing the plug felt more natural than not. So I wore it too.

I silenced notifications on my phone and did not respond to any of her messages. Nor Chad's pic of her with his his cock down her throat and the second with his cum on her tits. My girl's tits. I ignored the message from Anne. It was of my wife's pussy and asshole on display to her and Chloe. It was too much. My new reality was a lot.

I finished my work and got out of the office early that afternoon. I needed to clear my head. I needed to not think. I needed to process. I needed the gym.

I dressed in the only thing I had. Thanks Kate. "You could have given me a choice", I thought. At this point I did not care. I went. I cut my baggy t shirt so that now it was more of a crop top. Still wore the strappy sports bra.

I put my headphone in and got to work.

This was what I needed. Alone. Space. Quiet. Well, except for the blasting music in my headphones.

A tap on my shoulder broke my rhythm. I was startled out of my trance. My between set rest had been interrupted by someone.

I pulled out my headphones and turned to see who had knocked. It was a man. A fit, older, grey in the beard man.

He spoke in a German accent. "Do you mind if I work in?"

I did not want him to. I wanted to be in my bubble. I wanted my space.

But he looked me up and down, now that I had faced him. He grinned and said. "Nice shorts. You look like you stay fit."

I blushed. My back had been to the door and to the room for most of the past half hour. I had been doing my butt blaster routine, not because I had been told to. I actually pushed back against it initially, but because it felt comfortable. It felt like me.

I had basically been showing him my ass for as long as he wanted to watch.

I blushed even more and did something i did not know was in my fundamental reactions. I tried to brush my hair back, averted my eyes, blushed, and said "Thank you. You look fit too."

He introduced himself, but for obvious reasons of him looking like a silver fox, I just refer to him as Fox.

I don't remember everything that was said or happened next. It was a blur. It was also good to have something, him, to fixate on. He did work in with me. Doing step ups next to me while I did hip thrusts on the same bench. My head near the bench that he was stepping up on. The closeness, the presence was not an intrusion any more. It was welcome. He began to feel familiar. I watched his quads flex and tighten, his glutes and of course his shoulders. I felt small. Not in a comparison way but in a recognition of him being a superior male. An Alpha.

At one point, he as we sat there recovering between sets, he took his ear bud out and broke more than the silence.

"That's a nice cage you are wearing."

I made eye contact and then blushed again. "Thank you."

"Who put you in it?"

I looked up at him. I was sitting in the floor legs open, leaning against the bench he was standing near. He looked down at me, studying me. Waiting for my response.

"My wife did." I could not stop there. I felt like I needed to explain. I felt like I wanted him to like me. "It was a kind of birthday gift."

He cut me off before I could continue. "How long have you been caged?"

"Not that long, like a week." Had it only been that long?

"Do you always dress like a, how do you day, slut, to go to the gym?" He pressed.

I blushed and stood. In standing I used my hands to self consciously but absent mindedly, pulled my shorts down as they had ridden up my butt.

This made him grin. He could tell he had an effect on me. He made me feel something, not exactly sure what, but not totally at ease. But I did not move away and continued to chat. Continued to respond. Continued to fall under his spell.

"What, is this slutty?" I chided back. I kinda posed in the mirror checking my pump of my abs and of my own thighs and buttocks. I saw that he was doing the same.

"Nice plug." He snorted. Almost surprised at how slutty I must appear, considered I was a married American.

This totally made me blush. I just grinned.

He looked at me. This was the moment of truth. I dont know how he knew my magic, trigger word, but he did.

"I am looking for a locked cocksucker to come to my room and take a load or two. If you want to be a good boi, come to room 826 in 30 minutes." He said slow and deep and deliberate. Looking me in the eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. I melted. I felt the submissive fog wash over me. I looked at his impressive bulge as he stood there in his hoochie daddy shorts. His impressive muscles, his thick head of salt and pepper hair. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm.

He turned and grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. I just stared. Gripped, not by the decision to go suck this man's dick, but by my own resolve that I was going to do exactly that.

He turned at the door. He saw that I had not moved. He just said his room number again and said 'See you soon, cocksucker.'

I gathered my stuff and wento my room. I showered, prepared my body incase it went further than a blow job, put my plug back in. My mind both raced with thoughts of him, his confidence, his sexy accent, his dominant energy. And the unmitigated gall to call me a "cocksucker". As. If. He. Knew.

I put on stocking, heels, panties, and my robe. His room was just above mine, but on the top floor.

I remember showing up. Dropping my robe at the door. Being told to remove my panties and kneel. He asked me all kinds of questions about my kinks. He sat there in the comfortable chair in his suite. He sipped on an American bourbon. He asked about my limits and why was I there. I said he seemed like he saw who I was, a cocksucker.

"Cocksucker, crawl over here and suck this cock." He stood, dropped his shorts. He had a nicely trimmed public area. Big meaty low hanging balls and a thick cock that looked like it had not begun to grow. I crawled to him. He told me, "You may suck me as you please until I touch your head. When my hands go to your head, your hands go behind your back and stay there."

I remember crawling over and looking up at him. My eyes focused on his hanging thick cut cock. I reached and kissed his balls then his cock head. I swirled my tongue around. He tasted of salt, sweat and man. I savored it. I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and began to suck. One hand cupping his big balls and the other one holding his prick by the base. I distinctly remember looking up at him and making eye contact. He grunted and said "Good Cocksucker" in his thick accent. I melted internally. The fog and arousal of submission closed in around me. I was doing what I wanted to do. It felt good. It felt right to suck this cock. It felt amazing to be told "good cocksucker."

I sucked him for 45 minutes or so. As he hardened I lubed his cock and worked him into my throat. This became problematic as he got really fucking thick in my throat. He was definitely the thickest cock I had sucked at that point. I groaned around his dick, he groaned into my mouth.

He leaned back and sar down keeping my nose touching his abdomen. His hands went to my head and mine went to hold my heels like i had seen so many porn stars do. He finished deep into my throat holding me with both hands face fucking me. I did not have much of a choice but to swallow all of it. Truthfully, I don't think i tasted much of it as he shot straight down my throat.

He offered me a bourbon as he and I both recovered. He told me if I wanted to stay I could, but "he wanted to fuck my ass." I said "yes". We chatted, talked about what I was doing locked up and what experiences I had. He asked if I would be interested going to a party with them tomorrow night. I told him I had nothing to wear. He said you have on a good start. I was wearing heels, thigh highs a cage and a plug. Must be some kind of party, I thought.

The next thing I remember was sucking his cock hard again then bending over for him to stretch me. He licked my hole for a bit, which felt amazing, then pushed his lubed cock to my waiting hole. I really had to breathe through the invasion of his thick cock. After several minutes of getting used to, I felt being full like I had never been filled. He fucked me hard, and thanks to his orgasm earlier, he fucked me for a long time. Bent over the bed, up against the wall, on my back on the bed and riding him squatting on his monster man meat.

The experience that followed was parts pleasure receiving, parts pleasure giving and parts me submitting to him in a way I had not for anyone apart from my wife. He would whisper dirty things in my ear as we went, "Good cocksucker, taking my cock like you need it." "Bounce that ass on Daddys cock." "Moan like the little Bitch that you are."

I remember laying there afterwards. Spent, panting and owned. He ordered food for us and I showered. We spent the night together. One of the last things we did before collapsing for the night was he took a video call from his partner while I gave him a sloppy blow job. I literally met his boyfriend, with his dick in my mouth.

We eneded up getting out the next day after another time using my throat and ass before finishing on my face. We showered and he told me to 'Get dressed in my girly gym clothes, we are going shopping.'

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Later that day we ended up meeting his partner, a tall and thick black masculine man named Jorge. Jorge had a Spanish accent, a bald head, and a fit body for an older guy. He must have been in his fifties, the same as the silver fox.

We went to an outdoor bier garden. I was initially self conscious of being out in my girlie gym clothes. The sun felt warm to my skin and the Fox and Jorge couldn't keep their eyes and hands off me. The conversation at lunch was fun, free and flirty. Jorge was interested in me dressing girly tonight and offered to fund my transformation. He said he knew a place that would help. I had a few drinks in me by this time and not much food (one can't afford to eat much when dressed solely in tiny exercise shorts and a sports bra).

We took a taxi to a store front that would have been a stripper clothing store in the US. It had sexy costumes, lingerie, stripper shoes, and lots of sex toys. In the back part of the the store there were more clothes and selected 'curve enhancers' for thos le that wanted to show a larger bust or bigger hips and gluten.

Jorge held my hand and led me to the back. He was charming, funny and a bit forceful. Not that I minded. He introduced me to an extremely good looking 'woman' in a sexy school girl out fit with obviously fake breast's, long tan legs and a brilliant smile. They talked in what sounded like German with a bit of English thrown in. Soon, I was whisked to the back of the store. Down a hallway past rows and rows of boxes was a well lit salon. I was asked to strip and for the next few hours I was waxed, had my eye brows plucked to a more feminine look, had my nails done and painted. I low key loved all of it. There were 2 gurls working on me at all times. They worked around my cage. I felt pampered, relaxed and beautiful.

Toward the end of having my nails done, as I sat there freshly waxed all over and with my nails being dried, Jorge and Fox came into see me. Both were very curious how I was feeling and if I were ready for the next stage.

Jorge approached me. "You are looking more feminine and desirable than ever. How do you feel?"

I had been drinking a bit of champagne, I had been watching some soft core porn. I had stayed aroused and submissive. "I feel amazing. Thank you."

I felt confident that I knew what he wanted. I was pretty sure I wanted that too. I had checked out his bulge earlier, and I was pretty sure that Fox's cock was the appetizer and Jorge's would be the main course.

"Would you like to go further?"

I responded, "Would you like me to?" I could tell that this transformation that was fun and a fantasy of mine was very very erotic to him. I liked the idea of making him happy.

"IT will involve some needles."

My mind raced to lip injections and some botox. "Like botox?"

"Yes, like botox."

I was in a to hell with the consequence place. My world had felt like it had come apart. My mind told me it had not, and more correctly recognized that something had not been lost, just discovered. No. Uncovered. Like two masks that Kate and I had worn for so long had just been removed. I have not let myself go this far before. I was having fun. I felt safe with Jorge and Fox.

"Yes. I am good with needles. Nothing permanent."

"Nothing permanent."

Jorge spoke to them in German again. I was rocked back in my seat. I was given several injections in my face and my lips. I was given a sedative and when I awoke, I had been transformed. My once thin lips were full, the sun squint wrinkles around my eyes, forehead and mouth were smooth. I was a bit worried at first but after seeing myself like this, I was a new person. I liked what and who I saw in the mirror. I knew at sometime I had to go back, but not tonight. Tonight I was this me.