At Peace

lThese days you mostly lived as Kylie. The conservative salesman persona only came out for family gatherings, quick Zoom calls, and the bare minimum needed to keep your old social media accounts alive. Your public profiles still showed the old you smiling family man, proud husband, occasional posts about merch sales and “traditional values.”

But behind the scenes, @dickfrimgrindr on Twitter was your real outlet: constant photos and videos of your growing tits, caged pussy-clit, and the endless parade of cocks you took on the road. Your wife now fully your Alpha Queen controlled the password and often dictated what you posted.Life as her beta bitch sissy wife was infinitely better than pretending to be her alpha husband ever had been. The constant low-level anxiety of performing masculinity was gone. Instead you woke up every day in soft panties, with sensitive B-cup tits that she loved to play with, and a locked clit that only got attention when she decided you’d earned it.One lazy Sunday afternoon she proved it again.You were on all fours on the living room rug, wearing nothing but a pink collar and thigh-high stockings. Your wife stood behind you in a black leather harness, the thick 9-inch realistic dildo already lubed and pressed against your eager hole.

“You’ve been such a good girl this week, Kylie,” she purred, running her hands over your plump ass. “Selling all that merch during the day and being a proper road whore for me at night. You deserve a reward.”She pushed forward, sinking the strap-on deep into your ass in one smooth motion. You moaned loudly as she bottomed out, the base grinding against your caged clit. She fucked you with long, possessive strokes pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making your tits swing heavily beneath you.

“Fuck, your hole is so greedy,” she groaned, spanking your ass hard. She reached around and tugged on your shrinking balls, now barely grape-sized. “These tiny things just keep getting smaller. Soon we’re both getting boob jobs, baby. I want big fake tits on my sissy wife so you can bounce on cock properly for me.”

She pegged you harder, angling perfectly to hammer your prostate until your caged clit leaked steadily onto the floor. You came hands-free twice while she railed you, moaning her name like the addicted bitch you were. When she finally pulled out, she made you suck the dildo clean before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on her tongue.“Good girl,” she whispered proudly. “My perfect beta sissy.”

A few nights later she arranged a Bull. Marcus was back, bigger and cockier than ever. Your wife sat on the couch in a short dress, legs spread, while you knelt between the Bull’s legs in full Kylie mode makeup done, wig on, tiny skirt riding up your ass.“Fluff him properly, sissy,” she commanded.

You eagerly swallowed Marcus’s thick 8-inch cock, slobbering all over it while looking up at him with watery eyes. You took him deep into your throat, gagging and drooling until his cock was rock-hard and glistening with your spit. Your wife watched with a satisfied smile, slowly fingering herself.“That’s it, baby. Get him ready to fuck your Queen.”

When Marcus was throbbing, she pulled you off and bent over the couch. You held her ass cheeks open as he sank into her tight pussy. She moaned loudly as he started pounding her, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. You stayed on your knees beside them, fluffing him whenever he pulled out sucking her juices off his cock before he slammed back into her.

Marcus fucked her through three loud orgasms, making her squirt onto your face as you licked her clit from below. Only after she was thoroughly satisfied and trembling did he turn to you.He bent you over right next to your wife and drove into your well-trained ass. While he fucked you hard, your wife kissed you and whispered filthy encouragement. “Take that real cock, Kylie. This is what beta bitches like you exist for.” Marcus railed you mercilessly, using your hole until he pulled out and painted your tits and face with a massive load. Your wife scooped some up and fed it to you with her fingers, praising you for being such an obedient fluffer and cumslut.The weekend climaxed when Lexi came over.The size difference still made your stomach flutter every time. Lexi’s 10.5-inch monster was thicker and longer than any other cock you regularly took, and your wife had grown addicted to watching it wreck you.Lexi wasted no time. She fucked your wife first, giving her a long, dominant session that left her shaking and dripping. Then she turned to you.“On the bed, legs up, sissy.”You obeyed instantly. Lexi mounted you in deep missionary, folding you in half so your wife had the perfect view. That massive cock stretched you open wider than anything else could. You cried out in overwhelmed pleasure as all 10.5 thick inches sank into your guts. Lexi started pounding you with brutal, rhythmic power each thrust slamming against your prostate and making your caged clit bounce uselessly.“Watch how a proper road whore takes cock,” Lexi told your wife while destroying you. Your tits bounced violently with every thrust. Your wife played with them, pinching your puffy nipples and whispering, “You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you? My little conference cumdump.”

Lexi fucked you senseless for nearly an hour switching between long deep strokes and rapid jackhammering that left you babbling and drooling. She made you cum hands-free three times, your prostate milked dry while your wife cheered her on. When Lexi finally buried herself to the hilt and unloaded, the volume of cum was obscene, overflowing around her thick shaft and running down your ass.Your wife licked some of it up, then kissed you, sharing the taste.Most of your income now came from being a road whore at conservative conferences. You’d sell merch during the day smiling at family-values crowds while your tits were taped down and your cage stayed locked then spend the nights as Kylie, getting passed around by hung attendees, fellow “salesmen,” and anyone Lexi or your wife arranged for you. The duality made everything hotter.

Your @dickfrimgrindr account documented it all: anonymous hotel room videos of you **** on cock, getting gangbanged, or showing off your growing tits with captions like “Conservative by day, cumrag by night.”

Your wife had never been more in love with you. She loved her beta bitch sissy wife far more than she’d ever loved the man you used to pretend to be.One quiet evening, curled up together after a long session, she stroked your hair and said, “We’re booking those boob jobs this year, Kylie. Big, round, fake ones for both of us. Then I’m taking my pretty sissy wife on a proper honeymoon where you can be out 24/7.”

You nuzzled against her chest, completely at peace. The old life of faking alpha masculinity felt like a distant, sad dream. This collared, caged, feminized, and owned was everything you’d ever secretly wanted.

Life as your wife’s perfect sissy was better than you had ever imagined.