Everything and Anything part 16. [Chastity, cuckold, cumplay, feminization]

Monday morning came with a start. I had been 'in country' for a little over a week. The last 24 hours were a blur of feeling pretty and cocks. Lots of cocks. I had not talked to Kate since Thursday. When I left the hotel with Fox, I locked my phone in my room safe with my wallet. My phone of course died there. When I finally got a chance to turn it on, the amount of vibrations was nuts. I must have had over 100 messages.

I had a day full of meetings and had to be professional. I was still in a sexually euphoric state, still in the haze of submission to Fox and Jorge. I was keenly aware that my face was more feminine with bloated lips and smoothed skin and plucked eyebrows. I was even more keenly aware of my smooth legs, panties, plug and cage. I needed the large plug today. I could not keep the smaller ones in. My locked clitty had been dripping non stop since meeting Fox and it continued this morning.

I scrolled through my messages. Fox and Jorge had said good bye as they checked out of the hotel, over 25 messages from Anne. A handful of messages from Chad. 1 message from Kate. It just said this: "Love you. Miss you. Hope you are safe and having fun." IT had a link to a video that i did not download as it would be on the work servers.

I recieved an interesting message from Richard. It just said "such a feminine look." It had a pic of me from Saturday night. One that I did not send him. It showed my full face, complete feminine look. It was followed by a voice message with his voice. It sent a calm over me and a jolt of sexual energy through me when his voice low and dominant said "good cocksucker. You even are developing a sexy cocksucker set of lips'.

My mind raced, "How?" "Who?" "What the actual fuck".

This was all followed by a pic of his cock, long and slick with lube. "Can't wait to feel those upgraded lips."

I was flustered, flushed, and fucked. How did he know? Were Fox and Jorge in cahoots with Richard? Why did it turn me on to be called cocksucker? Were my lips that big of a deal?

I was in such a buzz from Richard and the weekend, spurred on by receiving a pics from my time with Jorge and Fox from the various activities if the weekend, that I did not immediately notice the looks I got from colleagues and coworkers as they studied my face to see what exactly had changed.

Finally the day ended. I was horny as usual. I got checked my phone for any messages from Kate. Nothing.

I got dressed in my slutty little workout outfit and went to the gym. I was kind of let down by not seeing Fox there. I did notice the looks I got from the seeing the 'pack' of 20 something American business men types in the corner working on bicep curls and bench press. Like wanna be gym bros. They could not help but stare.

I finally got to my room. Ordered room service and checked my phone again.

I thumbed through the messages from Chad. Basically twice daily pics and vids of Kate: one that caught my eye was a sequence where she had sucked him on her back with her arms pinned to her sides. He was ramming his cock down her throat to the hilt as she coughed and choked and her eyes watered. He held her face, my beautiful wife's face, still and used his cock to make her eyes water and choke, then pulled his cock back and wiped her own throat slobber on her face and eye lashes. He kept repeating this sequence. I heard murmuring of voice and put my headphones in. Chad was questioning Kate, teasing her "Do you love my cock?" She nodded. "Do you need my cock?" She nodded. "Look at me and take me deep for a minute." A timer appeared in the corner and Chad thrust his cock to the hilt. Kate's mouth stretched to take his massive girth, and had to adjust and fight through several gag reactions. She kept eye contact and I could see her messy face and his thick dick. She did not look like my wife. She looked like a version of her, but my wife was never this submissive, never liked it messy, never liked to be out of control. He had a power over her I did not know. But I did understand the surrender. The surrender to something bigger and more dominant. The surrender to service to cock.

He held the digital timer next to her face and showed it to her. He asked if she thought she could make it. She shook her head no. He pushed his cock in and held her there, his weight bearing down on her. She looked up pleading a bit with her eyes. He did not relent. He just reached back and began to play with her nipples. Then leaned and as the clock began to countdown to the final 10 seconds, he asked her if she wanted to make his cock feel good. He then asked if she wanted to make her locked husband wish this was him and that seemed to refocus her. He moved his weight up onto his knees as he straddled her face. He set the phone down to the side. I had a front row seat of my beautiful wife, getting messily face fucked by this over inflated gym bro.

The ending also caught my attention. As he was about to cum, he pulled back and knelt in between her splayed and limp legs. He asked her "do you want my cum?"

She leaned up a bit on her elbows and looked at him wild and like something I had never seen before. She growled left her bare legs open even opening them further, "Daddy I want your cum. All of your cum."

He grabbed the phone that was recording. He held and looked at her in the eye. Her wild, lust filled, eyes. Her mouth covered with spit and pre cum. Her cheeks shiny with throat slobber. Her skin flush with desire. "Little slut, whose mouth is this?" Chad asked raking his thick fingers across her lips

She maintained eye contact, "Yours daddy."

He continued down her body. "Little slut, whose tits are these?" He said as he tweaked a nipple, eliciting a moan from my wife's messy mouth. He roughly grabbed and squeezed her breast. My breast.

She exhaled, moaned and in a low, husky voice thick with desire said, "Yours, Daddy". She emphasize the gesture by squeezing her own breast at the same hardness as him.

"Good girl." The camera panned to his obscenely hard, spit slickedned cock, that bobbed mere inches away from my wifes unprotected and splayed wide sex.

He moved the camera down and focused on her splayed open lips and folds. She was far beyond wet. The ocean is wet. Niagara Falls is wet. She was far beyond. Her sex was slick and pink and open ready to be fucked.

Seeing her sex. My wife's sex made my heart flutter. It sent arousal through me. It was literally the most arousing thing to me in the universe. It brought me the most joy. The highest feeling of satisfaction to please her through her pussy. To see her aroused brought me arousal. To satisfy her brought me immense pleasure. Her orgasm was more pleasurable to me than my own. This realization, hit me like a freight train.

I was a submissive. I was hers.

"Little slut. Whose pussy is this?" He said as rubbed two fingers down her soaked slit. He paused.

She paused. Resistant to the idea. The idea that he was going outside her plan. Take her mouth. Take her dignity. Humiliate her husband and make him a cuck. But she did not want to be fucked. She thought that and then checked herself. She did in fact desire to be filled, to be taken, to pleasure this amazing cock and see how good it would feel to be fucked. But she knew her husband loved her pussy. Cherished her pussy. It was their bond. Their initial bond and their strongest bond.

He repeated the question. Tapping his cock on her pussy, making splashing noises of sorts.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"It's your pussy." She said in a soft unconvinced tone. However she continued to hold herself open to him. To his massive, spit slick, cock, knocking on the door of her sex.

He paused. Shifted his hips. Then when it looked like he was about to penetrate her, he slid his thick cock in between the wet hot folds of her open sex. Her eager lips wrapping around him as he let slid his girthy member through her folds.

She gasped. Bit her lip, then stared at him hungrily. Breathing heavy, still holding her breast and keeping her legs open for him.

He asked a new question. "How long has it been since you came, little slut? Days? A week? Two weeks? See, I control your pussy, your pleasure, your orgasms. Your sexuality is mine to take and mine to give. It may say on a piece of paper that you are Docs wife. That does not matter to me. You, you are my whore. My. Little. Slut. Tell Me whose pussy this is."

This time with more conviction, "It's yours daddy. This is your pussy."

"Are you ready to beg for my cock to fuck you?"

Her breath caught, his massive train at the entrance to her tunnel. I think she was fully aware she, her mind at least, was not in control. Her body was screaming to be filled, to be fucked. His tool would have been the largest she had had since high school. Her body craved release.

The endless teasing and play at the hands and mouth of Anne and Chloe was too much. They had been giving her twice daily edging sessions. No cummies or penetration everyday since her husband had left. Her mind was melting. And since she had been wearing the chastity belt all the time had kept her body tingling and on edge and incurably wet. Like running down her thighs wet.

The belt might have kept her wet, but it was the 3 and 4 times a day she had been down on her knees with Chad's amazing dick down her throat that made her wetter each time. It was so lust-filled and arousing. She loved giving blowjobs. Like it was her jam, but being used like a slut by a guy like Chad with a massive tool was absolutely the hottest thing she had done as a married woman. She could be the most free and sluttiest version of her self. She had the security of Doc and the sexual passion and desire of Chad.

If only Chad wasn't bent on want to humiliate her and Doc to the point it broke their connection. It seemed with the daily videos, like this one, he was going over the top of showing Doc how much of a slut she was willing to be for him. All while making her locked husband know he would never get the same.

He asked the question again. "Are you ready to beg for my cock to fuck you?"

Her body screamed yes. Her mind stayed resolute enough to stand firm for a moment and she paused.

This angered Chad, just enough.

"I am not going to give you the fucking you need till you beg. But you will not only beg, you will have to give up something neat and dear to you. You can't be my little slut completely and hold out for your locked, beta cuck of a husband. That is not how this will work. You will beg for my cock and you will trade your husband's remaining masculinity to complete your surrender to me. You will not be allowed to cum until you cum for me. With me inside you. Surrendering to be my slut."

"Now put your married left hand on your married pussy. Now tell me whose pussy this is over and over again while I cover your married pussy and wedding ring with my superior seed."

With this he set the phone down to the side and I watched as my wife wrapped her legs around him and he used her excess lubrication to stroke himself to and orgasm that completely covered her sex and her wedding ring, all while hearing my wife telling another man in a calm sexy voice "My pussy is yours daddy."

The video ended with a still pic and a caption. The Pic was a view kf my wife's open legs, and splayed and soaked pussy, her left hand next to it. Her wedding band and her pussy both covered in Chad's cum. The caption read, "Hey beta cuck. Make this Pic your screen saver and back ground for your phone. How many more weeks of edging do you think she can take before she begs me to fuck her and take your masculinity?"