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The Man Caving! (Part 2)

Written by Tina MajorsConcept by Devin Dickie

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The Man Caving!(Part 2)

Written by Tina MajorsConcept by Devin Dickie

Chapter One

After everything that happened on that night... it was about as crystal clear as you could ever get that things between Greg and me were never going to be the same again.

I mean, how the hell could they be?

Having let another man – and what a man Clay was – have sex with me right in front of Greg, it was the most obvious thing in the world to assume that the dynamic in our marriage was going to be totally different from now on. The fact that Clay was physically superior to Greg in every single metric put the seal on things in a big way.

Like, seriously big way.
It wasn’t just the fact I had cuckolded Greg though.
No, arguably even more crucial in this whole situation was

that I had also of course witnessed Greg sucking, slurping, and swallowing Clay’s spectacularly large dick.

Much to his disgust and anguish, Greg had felt his mouth filled with the kind of big, black dick that he would only have ever thought existed in porn... and to make things even more

degrading, he had experienced a full-on blast of hot, thick cum in his mouth too.

Of course, as clear as night follows day, there was never,ever going to be going back on what had happened that night. It wasn’t like we could just ignore it, even though this clearly would have been Greg’s preference. More than that though, to the very deepest fibre of my body and mind, I absolutely did notwant to forget it.

No, for me the events of that evening had helped to clarify things in my mind. As outrageous as it might sound, the sight of Greg on his knees with a dick in his mouth, one of his many pairs of panties hiked right up his ass cheeks and his heavy, realistic breast forms wobbling inside his bra... well, it just made me want to keep going.

To push Greg further.
Harder.
Right to the edge of what he could take.
But on top of everything else, we still had the not

insignificant problem of our finances having been turned all to hell by Greg’s errant, excessive spending – not just on the gadgets and tech in his beloved Man Cave, but on the dozens of exclusive bra and panty sets, stockings, pantyhose, and God knows what else I hadn’t discovered yet.

I knew that there was no way in hell I was increasing my work hours again, and potentially losing ground on my art practice, because of mistakes that were in no way my own fault.

No, it would be Greg that paid.

My sissy husband would be the one to make that money, clear the debts, and get our finances firmly back on track. The only question on my mind now though was... how?

Chapter Two

A whole week had passed, and with Greg keeping out of my way as much as he could possibly manage I was finding myself with plenty of time to work on my illustrations.

With Greg leaving early for work each morning and often not getting back until eight or nine, it was leaving me with a lot of thinking time too...

“Hey, Tia, you want to come over and discuss a little idea I’ve had?” I said, my cell phone on speaker phone as I worked up the pace on my Peloton, my breasts as ever struggling to be contained by my sports bra. “Yeah, yeah, I’m free whenever. Just have to finish this killer bike workout. Yes... it is Lemar. Whatever! You’re terrible!”

I ended the call with Tia and re-focussed my attention on my online instructor, a lean, perfectly built guy called Lemar – his long, muscular, dark legs and boulder-like shoulders almost proving too much of a distraction as I took his orders on board and pumped my own legs, my booty rising from the seat as I blasted my way to the end of the sprint.

Here’s the thing...

After what had happened with Clay, I was finding myself checking out men way more than I ever had before. Now it seemed like it was not only plausible, but in fact highly possible, that I could legitimately have sex with other men, I was noticing every single alpha male, whether they were on my Peloton screen, customers I was serving at the coffee shop, or even random guys in cars.

I guess you could say my eyes had been well and trulyopened.

Once the workout was over, I took a quick shower and resisted the temptation to let my hands wander over my body and specifically between my legs. With my new outlook on life, workouts were now not only keeping my in great shape, but also apparently serving as full-on aphrodisiacs.

Safely out of the shower, dried and dressed, I headed downstairs. Before I knew it, the front doorbell was ringing and Tia had arrived. Sitting down at the kitchen table with two tall glasses of white wine, I decided it was time to get right down to business...

“So, we’re totally cool after what happened?” I said, just wanting to double-check in person that Tia had been okay with her boyfriend not only using my husband but having sex with me too. “You have to tell me if it’s a problem, okay?”

“Hey, like I said, me and Clay are having fun, it’s a casual thing,” Tia said. “Honestly, I thought it was just about the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life!”

Relieved, I raised my glass to Tia’s, and we laughed, both of our minds giddily casting back to what had gone down. The fact that she was so open about her relationship with Clay also led me to believe that she could well be useful when it came to the real reason I had invited her over...

“So, let me run something past you,” I said, topping Tia’s drink up, her perfect smile meeting mine. “I don’t think what happened should be a one off. Not even close to a one off actually.”

Tia immediately tuned in to what I was saying.
I could see a look of pure excitement on her face. Intrigue too.
“Keep talking babe,” Tia said, a mischievous smile

broadening by the moment, and her mind clearly already trying to figure out exactly where I was heading with this. “Hey, don’t leave me hanging!”

There was no point holding back now. I needed to tell her my idea, gauge her reaction, and see if it sounded as good out loud as it did in my head.

“I’m going to turn Greg’s so called ‘Man Cave’ into my own Sissy Cuck Cave,” I said, my heart rate increasing exponentially,

the adrenalin of saying the words out loud and to someone else almost making me visibly shake. “It will be my private basement club, and Greg will suck dick for money. There, I said it. He’ll let big alpha guys use him, punish him, humiliate and degrade him in any way they wish. And he’ll do it with a big, sissy smile on his face too!”

There was a pause.

I looked at Tia to give me some kind of reaction, but silence.

Had I pushed this too far?
Was my idea absolutely crazy?
“Girl, I think that’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever

heard!” Tia exclaimed, the sheer exuberance of her response bursting out of her, the huge smile on her face telling me that she was very much on board with my idea. “But... how?”

I guess she had a point.

Saying that I wanted to turn Greg’s Man Cave into a private nightclub where he’d be the one doing the waitressing was one thing, but in practical terms it might not be as easy.

“Honestly, I’m not entirely sure yet,” I replied. “But I just know I have to do it. The way he let me down, time and time again, and all because he couldn’t keep his spending in check. It was just so disrespectful. Then when I saw exactly what else he

was spending the money on... it changed something inside me. You know?”

Tia nodded.

“I know exactly what you mean,” she said, the cogs in her mind turning as she tried to think of ways to help me. “You know, I could always ask Clay if he knows of any... suitable guys... from the gym? I mean, it might even be something that’s pretty popular amongst his type of guy. You know, like the idea of dominating a weak little sissy brat? No offence!”

“Ha! None taken,” I replied, almost spilling my drink, knowing full well that Tia’s description of Greg couldn’t be more apt. “And, yes, anything you can do to help is appreciated. I’ve maybe got a couple of ideas up my sleeve too, but if you speak to Clay and see what he can do, that would be perfect.”

For the rest of the morning, I was running over the options in my head, trying to figure out exactly how to get the word out, how it would work in practical terms, and just how quickly I could clear our debts and then set to turning a profit.

The practicalities of the situation aside, if I had learned one thing from watching Greg getting his face pumped by Clay’s dick, it was that when he was put to work, he could actually turn out to be an asset for me.

All that was left was making sure that Greg, whether he was fully on board or not, knew this was his new world now. His nights in the Man Cave would never be the same again...

Chapter Three

“I thought we were meant to be saving?” Greg said, a clear undertone of nervousness to his voice as he watched me sip on my champagne. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I really like it here, but...”

I knew that reserving a table at Maxwell’s Bistro would put Greg on edge. It was one of the most upscale restaurants in

town and had the prices to match too. I figured that not only would it unsettle Greg, it would help him to understand fully that from now on, I was in charge.

“Don’t complain, just be grateful you get to be seen out with me,” I said, making sure that the couples at the tables near us could hear what I was saying, giving them the perfect excuse to also check out the mountainous cleavage I had on display in my tightest, most figure-hugging black dress. “You do understand how lucky you are, don’t you?”

I could see that Greg was uncomfortable. He looked like he wanted the world to swallow him up, the very thought that people were watching and listening as I taunted him was his absolute worst nightmare – which made it all the more rewarding for me of course.

“No answer? I’ll take that as a yes,” I continued, ensuring to make eye contact with the tall, young, and very well-endowed waiter as he passed by our table. “You see, after what happened down in the Man Cave, I could easily have dropped you like a stone. Kicked you out onto the street. But, in my generosity, I let you stay. For now.”

Visibly blushing, his cheeks almost looking like they were going to explode, Greg mumbled something under his breath. I could have eased off on him at this point, knowing that his lack of resistance to me was a sure sign that he understood.

But where would the fun in that have been?

“Relax. You get to stay, but everything will change,” I said, moving my foot underneath the table and gently pressing it over his crotch. “You’ll be doing exactly what I tell you, and part of that will be earning back every damn cent you wasted on all those gadgets. Oh, and that most ridiculous array of sissy panties and bras too.”

“Please, Ashley, not here!” Greg spluttered, his voice trembling, a look of total humiliation on his face as he became aware that the couple on the table next to us were openly listening in at this point.

“Quiet, or I’ll take you to the bathroom for a spanking,” I replied, pressing my foot down on his crotch harder, making sure that Greg understood the severity of my words, and the inevitability of what was going on. “That’s better. Now, as I was saying... I’ll be putting you to work. Cleaning, making sure everything is sparkling – and I’m sure you’ll enjoy that even more in a nice, frilly maid’s outfit. I’ll even let you wear your titties that you spent so much money on.”

Laughing, I watched as Greg looked like he was struggling to hold back the tears, the deadly serious nature of my tone of voice landing hard.

“But we won’t just be saving money, we’ll be making it too,” I continued, in no mood to let Greg off the hook. “Trust

me when I say that every single thong, frill, and bow will be paid for. Paid for by you that is. Now that I’ve seen what you’re capable of, I know exactly what it is you can do to earn your keep. Understand?”

“Yes, Ashley, anything. I’m begging you, no more,” Greg pleaded, his hands covering his face as the couple next to us continued to listen and gossip, clearly aware that something was going on, but not entirely sure what. “Can we just... go now?”

“What are you afraid of, that everyone will work out what you are?” I said, rhythmically pushing my foot up and down on Greg’s crotch, the feel of his hard little dick amusing and disgusting me in equal measure. “Why ever wouldn’t you want them to know that you’re my special sissy cuckold?”

Greg squirmed, his dick betraying him and the feeling of it twitching, pumping out his useless mess making me feel nothing but contempt towards him.

“On your feet, I’m taking you for that spanking after all,” I said, getting up from my chair and towering over him. “Don’t make me haul you there by your ear. And you can take your eyes off my breasts too, you know that your little noodle isn’t big enough for them so why even bother?”

The couples either side of us were a mixture of stunned silence, openly titillated, and very definitely curious in the

extreme. The feeling of being in control, the undeniable owner of the situation, was something I found myself relishing, immediately craving more of, my entire body tingling all over, my self-esteem never higher.

I wanted more.
I needed more.
And I was going to get it too.
With his head bowed, and his hands cupped over the wet

patch at the front of his pale blue chinos, Greg dutifully walked with me to the bathroom, ready and willing to accept his punishment. I was still furious at him for what he had put me through, and it would take far more than a little restaurant humiliation to put that right.

This was a taste of what was to come, but I knew that I had to keep my real objectives hidden for just a little bit longer yet.

Chapter Four

Finishing up my shift at Cold Pour, I made myself an espresso and took it to the outdoor seating area and sat down next to Tia, the world passing by on the street in front of us as we took a moment to chill.

“Okay, so, how many spankings has it been this week so far?” Tia said, her legs catching my eye as she crossed them, definite gains being made from her recent Leg and Booty Bootcamp. “Come on, these are the details I need to know.”

“Well... I’ve kind of lost count!” I replied, genuinely not knowing exactly how many there had been. “Since the restaurant bathroom? Well, there have been two in the car, at least three at home before bed. Oh... and one before he went to work this morning!”

Tia was equally impressed as she was amused.

“Ashley! Tell me more,” she said, quickly scanning her eyes over her phone as a message came in. “Also... I need photos!”

“Ha, sure, I’ll forward you some choice cuts,” I replied. “You know, Greg absolutely hates being spanked. Almost as much as when I’ve been talking down to him in public. But even though he hates it, like really hates it, he hasn’t tried to stop me. Not yet. I could be wrong, but I think he’s worried that if he kicks up a fuss, I might fuck another guy again?”

A wicked grin was coming over Tia’s face.

“So, in other words, he’s slowly accepting his new role?” Tia said, tapping out a message on her phone but very much also tuned into what I was saying. “Like, he hates what he’s become, but pretty much knows there’s no alternative if he wants to stay married to you?”

It sounded harsh when Tia put it like that, but I couldn’t deny that it was the truth. Even though I definitely still loved Greg, there was just no way I was going to turn back now. In fact, it was because I still loved him that I had to make this work... from now on I would be pushing him harder, edging him closer to where I needed him to be. It was time to step up my preparations for the Sissy Cuck Cave.

“Tia, are you free one night this week?” I said, struggling to hide my smile as an idea arrived in my head. “And more specifically, are you willing to give a budding sissy lap-dancer some twerk tips?”

“Willing? No... I’d love to!” Tia laughed. “But one condition.”

“Okay?”

“If I’m not happy with Greg’s performance, I get to administer the punishment?”

I burst out laughing. This was typical Tia, one of the reasons I loved her, and very much a reason to make her involved in this process as much as I could.

“Of course, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t!” I replied, my mind whirring with possibilities for exactly what Tia had in mind but knowing one thing for sure... Greg wouldn’t know what hit him.

Chapter Five

I decided to pay Greg a surprise visit at his work. I knew that he liked to keep his work life and home life very much as separate entities, but given what had been going on, I wasn’t sure that this was appropriate now.

I mean, if he had been keeping the panties in his Man Cave a secret from me, there really was no telling as to what he might have been hiding at work. He’d been promoted a year ago and been upgraded to his own office, so who knows what he had hidden there.

For all I knew, there could be evidence of further spending, or even more interestingly... more clues as to the full extent of his sissy tendencies.

Arriving at his office, I signed in with the young receptionist, her sparkling blue eyes grabbing my attention almost as much as her tight white shirt that looked as if it was about to pop its buttons right off there and then.

“If you follow Malique, he’ll show you up to the fifth floor,” the receptionist said, beckoning over a young intern.

My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw Malique. He must have been 6’4”, built like a running back, and filled out his navy suit like an Armani model, the kind of lean and athletic look that is only really possible with the best genetics.

Standing next to him in the elevator, I felt lost for words, almost like a giddy schoolgirl with her crush. Eventually, I managed to blurt some words out...

“So, you’re interning here?” I said. “How old are you? Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nah, that’s cool,” Malique replied, turning to look at me, the sheer size difference between us making my heart beat faster. “Twenty-three. I’m just about to finish my MBA. Hopefully I can get a job here when I graduate. If there’s an opening.”

Alpha looks, brains, ambition?

Malique was the very definition of the kind of man I was finding more and more attractive, my body and my mind finding something irresistible about him. It was like a deep-rooted, totally biological urge that was finally emerging and bubbling up to the surface.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll nail it,” I said, not even sure what I meant, but feeling excited to be in such a confined space with Malique. So much so that when the elevator pinged to signify it

had arrived at the fifth floor, I was almost a little disappointed. “Here I am. See you around.”

“Definitely,” Malique replied, stepping to one side and allowing me to pass him, the combination of his cologne and rock-solid physique making me briefly tremble in excitement, my legs turning to jello as I walked away, before turning briefly to wave goodbye. “See you around.”

As the elevator door shut and Malique continued about his day, I took a minute to compose myself. I had to present myself correctly in front of Greg, not give him a single reason to think I was anything less than totally in control and the master of this relationship.

I briefly stopped to chat with some of Greg’s colleague that I had met over the years at company functions. All of them seemed to have the same kind of slightly feminine, beta vibe that Greg did, and after being in Malique’s presence only moment ago, I began to realise that there definitely were two very different types of men roaming this earth. I almost couldn’t help but wonder if they shared his love of panties...

In all honesty nothing would have surprised me at that point.

Maybe if my sissy nightclub idea took off, I might even try and recruit some of these guys to come and work alongside

Greg? Before I could think too deeply on it, I heard a familiar voice called out to me...

“Ashley? Hey, um, what are you... doing here?” Greg said, nervously poking his head out from his office, visibly uncomfortable at my presence amongst his colleagues.

“Now that’s no way to treat me, your wife, is it?” I said, keeping my voice firm, but also applying a teasing tone too. “Now, how about you fetch me a glass of cold water and I’ll take your seat?”

I could hear Greg’s colleagues giggling nervously, amused and probably a little intrigued as to what they were hearing.

“Right, sure, whatever you say honey,” Greg said, trying to sound as casual as he could, playing it off as some kind of bit, an in-joke between us. “I’ll get onto it right now, Madame.”

I watched him walk over to the water dispenser, rolled my eyes and walked into his office, immediately taking his seat and putting my feet up on the desk.

“I think I’ll close the door,” Greg said nervously as he scurried in, water spilling from the glass as he attempted to shut the door as quickly as he could. “I... wasn’t expecting you.”

“Well, that much is obvious,” I replied, not wanting to give him a moment to settle down. There was something going on here, I could sense it. “Now, be honest, is there anything in this office I might find that would... disappoint... me?”

The look on Greg’s face was absolutely priceless.
He was worried, petrified even.
There was no way I was going to let this go now.
“Excuse me, didn’t you hear me?” I said, kicking my shoes

off onto the floor and sliding my feet over his desk, knocking off the various papers and stationery he had on there. “Now, I assume that you don’t want to cause a scene here, do you?”

“N-n-n-n-no,” Greg said, flustered, urging me to keep my voice down. “I don’t understand what’s happening. Please. Um, how about we, um, go out for lunch? Yeah, that’s it, let’s go for lunch.”

“Nice try, but nope, that’s not the plan,” I said, casting my eye around the office, seeing how Greg was reacting. I knew how devious and secretive he could be, but at the same time also knew how easily he cracked under pressure. “Just what is it you’re hiding from me?”

“Honestly, I promise... nothing,” he pleaded, the red flush on his cheeks and the way he was fidgeting telling me all too clearly that I was being lied to.

“You’re being a bad boy. You’re lying to me,” I said, standing up from the desk and striding towards Greg, backing him right up against the office wall, my breasts pushing into his chest as I raised my knee and pressed it into his crotch. “Don’t make me punish you here, in your office. You know that it

doesn’t take much to get you hollering for mercy. I wonder what your colleagues, or your secretary, or... your bosses... would make of that?”

“No, Ash, please!”

“If you want me to stop, just tell me what I need to know,” I said, pushing my knee harder, making Greg squirm as I began to crush his little dick and balls, now sliding my fingers over his shirt, gripping and pulling on his nipples. “I’ll strip you, beat you, and chuck you out there in front of everyone if I have to. You know I will.”

“Okay, Okay,” Greg said, struggling to keep his emotions in check, a look of total defeat coming over his face. “In the drawer. The desk drawer. The key’s in the lock.”

“See, wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I laughed, letting go of Greg and walking over to the desk. “Now, do I even need to guess what’s in here, or is it just too obvious to even bother?”

I laughed, the kind of cruel, tormenting laugh that Greg had grown accustomed to recently, his mind no doubt flashing back to the fateful night I discovered his sissy secret.

“Of course, what else!” I laughed, opening his desk drawer and holding up a bunch of panties in my fist. “Five, six, seven pairs? Even worse than I could have expected.”

“Please, I can expl-”

“Shut up!” I scowled, the feel of the expensive, lacy, and extremely revealing panties enraging me. “I thought we had agreed that there would be no more secrets. No more secret spending. No more panties?”

“We did... I did... but...” Greg said, his inability to form a sentence not in the least bit surprising. I had caught him totally off guard, unprepared, and just as flummoxed as he had been last time.

“Well, if it’s panties you want, it’s panties you’ll get from now on,” I said, cutting him off, not even entertaining the idea of listening to his explanation, whatever that might be. “Starting today, you’ll be wearing panties twenty-four-seven, seven days a week. I’ll choose them, and you’ll be ready and open to inspection at a moment’s notice. Got it?”

“But...”

“I said, got it? Make no mistake, this is not up for discussion,” I said, raising my voice, the threat of anyone hearing proving enough motivation for Greg to nod, accepting my terms. “Well, there’s no time like the present. Get those pants off and get into these.”

I tossed Greg a bright-white thong, the diamond studs along the waist really giving off a college slut vibe that I made a mental note of for later. But as Greg gingerly pulled his suit pants down, nothing prepared me for what I was about to see.

My sissy husband was already wearing panties.

A pale blue pair, see-through at the front, tiny little bows on the hips, and a half-thong over his cheeks. It was barely believable given what I’d seen down in the Man Cave, but Greg’s panty addiction was worse than I thought.

Still, with what I had in store for him, the sooner Greg got used to being a sissy slut on a full-time basis, the better...

Chapter Six

“Well don’t just stand there, sissy, get into your new pair,” I said, barking my orders at Greg as he stood in front of me, totally embarrassed and ashamed to have been caught out like this. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you actually wanted to be a full time sissy?”

Greg didn’t respond, he simply pulled his panties down and jumped into the white diamond pair as quickly as he could,

no doubt hoping that I wouldn’t notice the little boner he was popping.

“Stop!” I said, striding over to Greg and immediately grabbing him by his hair. “You need to tell me right now why you’ve got a hard dick. I mean, it’s still tiny. But hard is hard.”

“I, um, I, Ashley, please just keep your voice down,” Greg said. “Can’t we just keep this kind of thing at home. We need the money, and I can’t afford any trouble at work.”

This was perfect.

I had him exactly where I wanted him. Desperate, panicky, almost begging for me to offer a way out of this...

“Okay, so we agree then,” I said, seizing on the moment with ruthless efficiency. “You will be a sissy at home. No, don’t interrupt, you literally just said it. Providing you follow my instructions I’ll stay away from your work and we can keep your sissy side safely under wraps at home.”

“Well, I guess I kind of-”

“Good, it is agreed,” I said, giggling as I gave Greg’s exposed ass cheeks a couple of swift spanks before then reaching over the front of his panties and squeezing. “Don’t moan too loud, you wouldn’t want your colleagues walking in now, would you?”

Realizing that my work here was done, I let go of a shellshocked Greg and walked out of his office, safe in the

knowledge that I had taken another very clear step towards my ultimate goal.

Aware of one or two slightly suspicious looks from Greg’s co-workers as I left his office and walked down the hall towards the elevator, I smiled as I realized just how wet I was. The more I grew into this new mindset, the more excited it made me, and I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret that I hadn’t come to this realization much earlier in my life.

Still, the past was the past.

I was only going to be looking forward now, and as the elevator opened in front of me, I got a very clear look at what that future would be including...

“Hey, I guess we’re walking to the same beat today,” Malique said, his broad, perfect smile greeting me once again as I stepped into the small, sleek elevator space. “Leaving already?”

“Yeah, I had a very small problem to deal with, but it’s sorted now,” I replied, struggling to contain my arousal as Malique’s eyes ran over my entire body. “So... what are your plans right now?”

Malique smiled and showed me a list of various coffee requests jotted down on a piece of paper. As the intern, this was very much the kind of thing they had him doing, and he explained that he was more than happy to do it... but would

definitely be remembering which employees treated him nicely and which ones took advantage of his status at this stage of his career.

“After all,” he said. “If I’m going to be a boss here one day, I’ll need to know who I can rely on, and who I need to put in their place.”

I was seriously impressed.

Despite Malique being only in his early twenties and still at college, he already seemed to be showing signs of genuine maturity, self-awareness, and the sort of proactive, dynamic attitude that was sadly lacking in Greg. Sure, Malique was significantly younger than me, but I couldn’t help noticing just how manly he was, both mentally and physically too of course.

“I’m going to grab a coffee too, maybe we can walk together?” I said, my heart beating incredibly fast, my mind bubbling over with stimulation as the pair of us left the lift and walked out of the building together, almost like we were... a couple.

Fortunately for me, the walk to the coffee shop was far enough that I was able to settle down a little bit, and as the conversation between us ebbed and flowed over a whole host of topics, I realised that we actually had a lot in common. What really impressed me was just how at ease Malique seemed to be around me. I could tell he found me attractive, but he didn’t let

it bother him at all, he just had the kind of natural charisma and confidence that allowed him to roll with it.

Finally, with his order complete, it came time for us to go our separate ways. I felt a sting of regret that we couldn’t actually spend the rest of the day together, but not wanting to come on too strongly, I played it a little cool. Although, that said, I left him with something a little tantalizing to think over...

“You know, if you’re out late this weekend,” I said. “I might have access to a new club. Hit me up.”

“But I don’t have your number?” Malique replied, clearly intrigued.

“You’ll find a way,” I replied, turning and leaving the coffee shop, giving Malique one last look at my breasts before I let my booty do the talking.

Chapter Seven

With Greg spending such long hours at work, and on top of that wanting to stay in my good books as much as possible, I decided to make some adjustments to the Man Cave.

The first change I made was to get rid of his dull cushions and extremely lame sports and gaming memorabilia. In their place I added some extra lighting, some softer rugs, and the kind of pastel, most perfectly plump cushions you could imagine.

In other words, I was adding a feminine, slightly boudoir touch to the place. I knew it was absolutely not what Greg would want, but then again... why did I care?

It simply wasn’t his decision anymore.

With my touch-ups in place, I was eager to show Tia what I had done. As planned, she showed up that evening all set and ready to go. We had been exchanging messages since we met a few days ago, and I was eagerly anticipating seeing how hard she would push Greg.

The thing with Tia was that she excelled in everything she set her mind to. So, if the objective was to make Greg a twerking, shaking, booty-popping sissy, then I had little doubt in my mind that by the end of the evening, Tia would whip him into some kind of respectable shape on that front.

The sight of her entering the house wearing a short plaid skirt and tight white t-shirt with nothing underneath it, was quite something. I knew, as I had suspected, that she meaned business...

“Well, if I’m going to be teaching Greg how to move that ass of his, I wanted to look the part,” Tia said, noticing how impressed I was by the sight of her.

“Uh huh, I don’t think you’ll have too much trouble holding his attention,” I laughed, showing Tia down to the newly re-decorated Man Cave. “He’s due back any minute, so let’s get some beats on ready for him?”

With that, I got the music pumping and started clowning around with Tia, dancing, shaking, and making sure to upload some clips to my new Instagram account, one that would be specializing in the Sissy Cuck Cave action.

“Hey, I thought I heard music, I could hear it from outside,” Greg said, standing a little awkwardly half-way down the stairs, his arrival not surprising me any more than the fact he couldn’t keep his eyes off either mine or Tia’ bodies as we

bounced and jiggled to the music. “Should we... turn it down a little?”

I wasn’t impressed.

It was absolutely not on the agenda for Greg to try and set the tone of the evening. He should have known better by now. Embarrassed or not by the volume of the music, it just wasn’t his call to make.

“Greg, get down here now, get out of your work clothes, and get ready to learn,” I said, my tone even, firm, but with just enough of a hint of fun to it so as to not scare Greg too much from the get-go. “Don’t worry, Tia has seen it all before. There’s nothing your little sissy dick can do that will scare her, put it that way!”

Tia and I laughed as we watched Greg cringe with humiliation, memories of what happened the last time he was down here with Tia no doubt running through his mind at a thousand miles per hour.

“Rather than have that little maggot bouncing around everywhere, I think put these on,” Tia said, handing him a skin-tight pink thong we had picked out for him before he arrived. “Oh, and this too.”

“And.... Your titties that you love so much,” I added, placing Greg’s breast forms into his matching pink bra as Tia went round the back and did up the clasp for him. “Well, he

certainly looks perfect. But Tia, it’s time to put him through his paces.”

The next hour was absolutely hilarious. A non-stop series of humiliations for Greg as Tia mocked his inept twerking, insulted his lack of core strength, and even went as far as starting to administer her own punishments by way of motivating her reluctant pupil to improve...

“I want twenty claps of those white-boy cheeks or I’m getting my vibrator from the car and it’s going right up inside you,” Tia declared, reaching out and high-fiving me as Greg’s pathetic twerk attempts suddenly improved. “Better! Better! Now keep shaking, work like you’re dancing for tips. Imagine guys stuffing bills inside your panties. Work!”

Tia’s words were sinking in.

Greg actually began to improve. I could see that he was definitely doing it under duress, but that didn’t matter to me at this point. All that I cared about was that my disobedient sissy husband was showing me that he could, potentially, meet my requirements.

“Now, keep that ass twerking while you suck on this,” Tia said, stuffing a hefty banana into Greg’s shocked mouth as he did as he was told, continuing to flex and release his ass cheeks in time to the music. “Choke on it, gag, I don’t care, just don’t let that body stop moving.”

To his credit, Greg just about managed to follow Tia’s orders. I could sense that he was close to his limit, and not wanting to push him over the edge, especially with what I knew was to come, I decided to call and end to the session...

“Good boy, now get upstairs and order mine and Tia’s food for us, and bring us more drinks too,” I said, patting Greg on his head and noticing the look of relief on his face that his torment was over. “When you’ve done that you can shower and get into your PJs.”

“T-t-t-thank you, Ash,” Greg said, tired and his resistance broken down another notch. “Thank you, Tia.”

Tia and I exchanged a knowing look, one of triumph and satisfaction. But I wasn’t going to let Greg entirely off the hook...

“You can watch a movie in the bedroom,” I said. “But nothing too naughty for your sissy eyes. And remember, no playing with that little noodle. I know how easily excited you get, and you know you can’t lie to me. Not anymore, anyway. Don’t make me put it in a tight little cage. Understood?”

“Understood,” Greg said, quickly turning and running up the stairs, his ass looking rounder than usual, no doubt a result of the evening’s booty-camp style workout.

Chapter Eight

I decided to allow Greg a day off on Friday. Knowing that he was due a holiday day at work, I called on his behalf and after a very productive chat with his manager, made the arrangements.

“Um, thank you?” Greg said, slightly taken off guard as I walked into the bedroom and informed him of the situation. The fact I was wearing nothing but a virginal white bra and panty set might also have caught him slightly unawares. “You... look great.”

“I know,” I laughed, placing the breakfast try on his lap and walking over to the window and peering out onto the neighbourhood. “So does the delivery guy now!”

Greg blushed, part in arousal and part in anger, as I stayed standing at the window, allowing the delivery guy a full and prolonged view of my body.

“He’s a big guy,” I said, running my hand over my bra, my nipples stiffening. “Looks strong. Like he’d have no problem

handling any kind of weight. You know some people are just blessed, right?”

“I guess,” Greg replied, somewhat gingerly.

I put Greg out of his misery and walked away from the window and lay down next to him on the bed, watching as he took a bite form the fresh croissant. It had taken a while to get to this point, but I had definitely changed the dynamic between us at this point. It wasn’t like Greg actively enjoyed it, far from it, but he definitely did accept it.

Of course, he hadn’t done anything with another man since Tia and Clay had been down in the Man Cave... but, unsuspecting to him, that was all about to change. The plan was to have a relaxing day, spoil him a little, show him that I would reward good behaviour – while at the same time ensuring that I remained in complete and total control.

“I could get used to this,” Greg said, gasping as I softly ran my fingers over the front of his pyjama bottoms, a pair of silky short-shorts that I had originally bought for me some months ago but had thought would work for Greg now. “You know, I really am sorry for what happened with the money, the Man Cave, the... other... secrets.”

I smiled and carried on stroking, the feeling of his cute little dick stiffening under my touch amusing me. I looked at Greg and could see that he had more on his chest, but rather

than let him finish babbling on I decided that I needed to interject, say what needed saying in order to retain my control.

“I know you’re sorry,” I said, softly gripping his dick through the smooth material. “But... that doesn’t change anything. Not now. It’s gone too far, hasn’t it?”

I applied a little more pressure as I held his rock-hard boner, giggling a little as he let out a soft moan, exactly the kind of femininity I was coming to expect from him.

“I said, hasn’t it?” I repeated. “We can never go back to how it was, not after I saw you sucking on another man’s big, thick dick. And let’s not forget that I know what a real cock feels like inside me now, don’t I? This little piece of spaghetti just doesn’t do it anymore, you know that. Don’t you?”

“I... I... But...,” Greg said, his breathing heavy as I began to work his dick between my thumb and forefinger. “But...”

“Shush,” I urged, tweaking his nipple with my other hand as I continued to work his short little shaft. “Your little twig-dick enjoys me playing with it, but for me to get my enjoyment you know I need something a lot bigger... thicker... and much, much longer. Say it. Say you want me to be happy, to be satisfied. Say you’ll do anything for me, anything to please me. Go on, let it all out, show me what a good little sissy hubby you can be...”

“I... I... I’m your good little sissy hubby,” Greg blurted out. “I want you to be happy, I want... urgh... oh jeez.”

“Well, that answers that then,” I laughed, the sight of Greg thrusting his slender hips up in the air and desperately pumping out as much of his sissy seed as he could proving just too funny a sight to not burst out laughing. “I wish I had this on camera, you’re such a cute little sissy-dick. Maybe next time.Anyway. Now that everything is agreed, let’s have a nice relaxing day at the spa, shall we?”

“That sounds, um great,” Greg replied, still breathing heavily, his mind clearly confused by my sudden change of tone.

We definitely would have a relaxing rest of the day at the spa. Because what Greg didn’t know was that come midnight, he would be working harder than he had ever done in his entire life.

Tonight was no ordinary Friday night...

Tonight was the grand opening of the Sissy Cuck Cave, and Greg was done to work the entire shift until every single customer was fully satisfied.

Chapter Nine

“One more shot won’t kill you!” I said, practically tipping the drink into Greg’s mouth. He was tipsy, his tolerance to alcohol never having been that great to begin with and now only getting worse since I took away his beers and replaced them with more feminine, yet much stronger, drinks. “Good girl!”

Greg blushed a little, but crucially didn’t object to me referring to him in that way. This was almost going too smoothly at this point. After a lovely afternoon at the health club, where I made a point of ogling the men right in front of Greg, and even at one point moving over to sit and chat flirtatiously with a particularly well-built man in the steam room, we had returned home and I had promised Greg a fun night as long as he played by my rules.

“Thank you for the fun day,” Greg said, smiling, clearly having no idea about where this was about to go, what direction the night was soon going to take. “It’s been a fun evening so far too.”

“How about we make it even more fun?” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and letting my breasts spill out. “If you’re a good little hubby and get dressed in your sluttiest outfit for me, I’ll let you have some fun with these?”

I licked my fingers and ran them over my nipples, then squeezed and pulled on them a little. The look on Greg’s face was priceless and I could see that if there was any conflict about dressing up in panties for me, it was very much at the back of his psyche.

“Okay, yeah, give me a minute,” Greg said, practically drooling as I stood up and shook my chest.

“Superb,” I teased, adrenalin pumping around my body as I realised how close I was to my plan being put into irreversible action. “I’ve already picked out your outfit. It’s in the Man Cave... sorry, Sissy Cuck Cave. You don’t mind the name change, do you?”

Greg shook his head, his weak beta mind totally transfixed by the sight of my turning and flexing my booty cheeks. As he scurried out of the room and down into the basement to put his outfit on, I grabbed my phone and updated my Instagram with a link to the Sissy Cuck Cave account.

It was time to open for business.

Chapter Ten

The Sissy Cuck Cave filled up slowly, but surely. First came Tia and Clay, the pair of them having been out at a new bar in town, but now ready to carry on the party at my house. Then, two of Clay’s gym buddies, almost carbon cut-outs of Clay, the only difference being that they were both heavily inked and had a slightly tougher, more street edge to them.

Greg was very much tipsy, but still able to function. I even suspected that he was putting on an element of his tipsiness as a way of justifying the situation. At least under the pretence of being drunk he could partially explain away the fact he was wearing a fluffy pink bunny ears, pink baby-doll, and a brand-new matching bra and panty set that left little to the imagination.

Oh, and a platinum blonde wig too.

I knew that on the one hand this was like a living nightmare for Greg, but on the other hand... he couldn’t have picked a better outfit to meet his cross dressing, sissy desires had he tried.

“Ashley, I am seriously impressed,” Clay said to me, his hand around my waist. “You’ve got the little man working for you – and she’s looking cute too.”

“Did you hear that, sissy? Clay thinks your cute. I know how exciting it must be to hear that, try not to cum on the spot,” I said, laughing, happy to hear that Clay was impressed, and even more satisfied to hear the doorbell ring again, meaning more paying customers. “Now move that little tushy upstairs and let our latest guests in. Chop-chop!”

Moments later, a worried looking Greg came down the stairs followed by two, then three, then four, then five guys. The men were all wearing expensive looking suits, each and every one of them with the kind of broad shouldered and rock-solid build that really makes tailored clothing pop.

But why was Greg suddenly looking so worried?

“Malique!” I shouted, my voice straining to be heard over the music. “Well, this is just fantastic. I am so glad you came.”

Greg bowed his head in shame as I walked over to Malique and went up on tiptoes to give him a kiss on his lips. The feeling of Malique’s plump, soft lips on mine sent a shiver of sheer delight over my body, not to mention caught the attention of a watching Tia and Clay, the pair of them evidently pretty bowled over by the extent that Greg was now accepting of his status.

“Now don’t just stand there, sissy, ask Malique what he wants,” I said, my hands all over the front of Malique’s skin-tight black shirt, the sensation of his impeccably defined muscle underneath making my clit throb inside my now wet-through panties. “After all, he’ll be your boss one day. Probably sooner rather than later, too.”

“Malique, is there anything I can get you?” Greg said, his body stiffening as Malique’s friends wasted no time in getting acquainted with him, their large, hungry hands all over him. “If you guys can just go easy, please.”

“Sissy! Don’t speak to your customers like that!” I bellowed, stepping to Greg and slapping him back and forth across the face. “These men, real men, have paid good money to be here and they can touch you exactly as they please. Go ahead, guys, have some fun, do what you want.”

I took a step back and sat on the large corner sofa with Malique and we watched as his friends began to play with Greg, squeezing on his breasts, lifting his baby doll up and taking it in turns to spank his ass, quickly turning it a hot shade of red as he squealed and moaned.

“Here come the monsters!” I giggled, encouraging Tia to record the action on her phone as the men unzipped their pants and let their big, dark brown dicks flop out, already semi-hard. “Malique, your friends are all so... confident.”

“Yeah, they’re not short on... confidence,” Malique laughed as he took my hand and placed it over the prominent bulge at the front of his shiny grey pants. “As your guest, please feel free to accept my gratitude.”

I wasn’t about to pass on the chance to get a closer look at Malique’s dick, slowly unzipping his pants and watching as his full eleven inches sprung up, already achingly hard and ready for action.

“Guys, I may be occupied for a little while, is everything okay with sissy?” I called out, watching as the men pushed Greg onto his knees and made a circle around him, trapping him in a world of BBC, his only possible escape route being to satisfy each and every one of them. “I’ll take that as a yes!”

The size of Malique’s dick so up close and personal was pretty intimidating. I mean, if anything it was actually slightly thicker than Clay’s – and that was saying something in itself. But undaunted and determined to test myself, I began licking around his head, using my tongue on a dick that was worthy of my attention, one that I knew would feel incredible once it was inside me.

“Look, the guys are letting sissy take a peek at her wife,” Malique said, turning my head a little to the side, his dick still firmly buried inside my mouth. “And it looks like little Greg is a little jealous!”

The sight of Greg looking so pathetic, so totally feeble, simply made me want to suck Malique even harder, show Greg that if he wasn’t man enough to stop this from happening, then he should simply accept it. Embrace it even.

I began to take Malique’s entire length in my mouth, bobbing up and down faster and faster, really letting my gag reflex work itself into overdrive – and it was seriously worth it just to watch Greg’s defeated, dismayed reaction.

“Guys, it’s time to fill the sissy up,” Malique said, pulling me off his dick and carefully, but firmly, removing my clothes. “One dick in her mouth and one in her sissy-pussy. You know how we do it.”

“Just like with the white-boys in college,” Clay said, laughing with Tia as Greg was lifted up into the air, his mouth and ass now in prime position, totally vulnerable to be filled with meaty, potent, genuinely alpha dick.

I began to moan softly as Malique ran his hands over my nipples, teasing them, confidently grabbing my thighs and lifting me up onto his lap. To Malique, I was light as a feather, and I knew from experience that there was no way Greg could ever have handled me like Malique was in that moment.

“Here, just feel the tip,” Malique said, knowing just how much I wanted him inside me, but not willing to give me the pleasure immediately. Instead, he continued to hold me up, my

soaking wet, pulsating pussy just feeling the tip of his dick touch up against it. “Look sissy, watch and enjoy the sight as I change your wife’s pussy forever.”

With that, Malique dropped me down onto his full length, my entire body spasming as it reacted violently and instantly to being stretched and filled so conclusively.

“Oh God, I’m going to...” I said, my ability to speak deserting me as I came, grinding and shaking on Malique’s lap. “S-s-s-s-start pumping the panty-boy!”

Malique laughed as I continued to orgasm, his dick nowhere near ready yet. Greg was now choking and moaning in equal measure, his mouth and ass simultaneously filled by a series of dicks that made his own look... well, just pathetic.

“God, that sissy-stick may as well not be there?” Tia said, walking up to Greg as he remained suspended in the air. “It’s like, hard, but still... tiny? I guess this is how we know you’re a true sissy, right?”

I was being slowly bounced up and down on Malique, my body having recovered from the first orgasm but already rapidly building up to the next one. It was like the more Malique fucked me, and the more I saw Greg being used and abused, the harder it was to avoid the conclusion that there was simply no other way to live.

“Cum inside me,” I said, pushing my booty back against Malique’s eight pack, grinding and bouncing, a new burst of energy coming over me as I watched hot, thick spurts of cum dribble out of the side of Greg’s mouth, his respite short lived before another man stepped up and began to repeat the process. “Make me tap out. Make me beg you to stop. Harder! Harder!”

Malique picked me up and flung my down on the sofa, face down, ass up. Spreading my cheeks, he drove his wet dick deep inside my asshole, making me grunt and moan in the most animalistic way imaginable. I held nothing back as I looked across to witness Greg being flung around and bent over himself, his panties torn to shreds, his hair being pulled as Clay stepped up to the plate and began riding his ass, grabbing and shaking his cheeks as he drove his dick all the way inside him.

I suddenly became aware of Malique’s pace hitting boiling point, his powerful thrusts making me begin to tap out, just as I had requested, my body unable to deal with the intensity of his eleven inches thundering in and out of my tiny little pink asshole.

“Fill me up, unload all your alpha cum, show Greg what he could never do!” I screamed, the feeling of Malique’s cum filling my hole making me nearly pass out in a combination of total

ecstasy and sheer over-stimulation. “You see, sissy? Do you see this?”

Greg was barely able to speak himself, his floppy, used body covered in sweat, red marks from being handled so roughly, and of course the plentiful supply of alpha seed that was either smeared over him or dripping out of his mouth and ass.

“Crawl over and lick me clean,” I said, closing my eyes and allowing myself a moment’s peace as I felt Greg dutifully approach me and spread my booty cheeks. “Every drop. Every damned drop.”

As the guests began to leave, each one of them thoroughly satisfied and promising to spread the word of the Sissy Cuck Cave to their likeminded, and equally alpha, friends, I knew the night had been a success.

A resounding one at that.

“So... this was the first night, and it went well,” I said to Greg, finally sitting up, my body still in a blissful state of shock after experiencing Malique’s full power. “But we’ll need to do this for a long, long time if we’re going to clear those debts you ran up. And, you know, it’s not like there aren’t running costs involved in making the club a suitable environment. Maybe it will be a more than once a week thing. Maybe I might offer you out to rent during the week, too.”

Greg nodded, knowing full well that there was no way back for him now. I saw that his dick was actually hard, which on the one hand surprised me, but actually made sense on the other.

“Well, seeing as you were such a good little dick-taking slut, I’ll let you have your own little sissy splooge,” I laughed, adjusting my position and fondling my big, heavy breasts, knowing that this would be enough visual stimulation to push him over the edge in next to no time.

I was right too.

With his dainty little hand pumping up and down, the sight of me sucking on my own nipples was enough to make Greg cum all over his hand and onto his own lap.

“That is seriously the most sissy display of masturbation I’ve ever seen,” I giggled, Greg’s blonde wig just adding to the effect. “I bet if I guaranteed you one little jerk session a week, that would be enough reward for your services in the Sissy Cuck Cave, wouldn’t it?”

Greg nodded shyly, his mind probably all over the place, his thoughts racing after what he had just experienced.

“But don’t think it’s a guarantee, nope it won’t work like that,” I added, wanting to not let him get too comfortable. “If you let me down, lie to me, don’t follow my instructions to the absolute letter, then I won’t think twice about putting that tiny

little pecker away in chastity for a week, or more, at a time. Got it?”

“Y-y-yes, thank you, and I am honestly sorry for ever letting you down,” Greg said, showing me he understood exactly what was expected of him by scooping up his own cum and eating it, just like he had done with my booty and Malique’s cum. “I won’t let you down again.”

I could tell that Greg meant it.

He wouldn’t want to let me down again, that was natural. But if he thought I wasn’t going to keep on pushing him, making him debase and degrade himself more and more, deeper and deeper, then he was in for a shock. The Sissy Cuck Cave was now up and running, and I was ready to give its clientele everything they could ever want, and a whole lot more on top too.