The Marriage Counselor pt. 6 It was quite nice coming home to our captive French maid every day. He

The Marriage Counselor pt. 6 It was quite nice coming home to our captive French maid every day. He had gone from having a macho construction job with macho friends and behaving like a completely inconsiderate caveman when he and his wife came to see me, to our full-time live-in sissy-maid, locked in chastity, his ass plugged for hours on end, caged at night. His wife was so much happier too! Part of this of course was because I was fucking her. Her poor husband hadn’t gotten to be intimate with her in months! His only relief was when we milked him every few weeks or so. His wife and I had so much fun with this! We would bend him over the back of a kitchen chair tying his ankles to the back legs. His wrists I’d tie to the top of the front legs. His satin panties would be slid down past his hairless ass cheeks and I’d unlock his oozing cock. His beautiful wife would walk around in front of him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back. She would produce in her other hand a gay man’s pornomag! Forcing him to look at whatever strapping muscular Adonis had taken her fancy she would say things to him like “picture him standing in front of you holding your face in his hands. He’s going to make you gag on his cock until he shoots his hot salty load down your throat” while I fingered his prostate until he came hard into the cup I was holding. I’d wipe him off then lock him back up, then we would force him to swallow his cum, telling him to imagine that it belonged to the muscular man in the magazine. Oh how miserable it all was for him! There were always genuine tears! We had also caught him sniffing soiled panties on more than one occasion. There were definitely tears those times too! We took turns caning him severely for it. Sometimes he just seemed to become withdrawn and distant and cleaning became sloppy. Or he’d cook for us and omit ingredients. When we ate he’d wait on our leftovers from a bowl at our feet. When he messed up on the recipe we would still get our leftovers, but we’d pee in it and mix it around. A permanent solution was needed. He made a very cute maid, but perhaps something more permanent was in order. We had decided to turn him into our feminized slave, irreversibly and permanently! (To be contd.) Http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/88036 -- source link

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