Indiscretions Chapter 9 Part 2

It takes me several minutes to tidy the room. With Lisa still hadn’t recovered from her **** stupor. It seems I will get the bedroom for myself for this whole night. It’s been a while since I could sleep in the master bedroom. I threw myself on the bed. But before I can get any rest, I recall something important that I didn't have a chance to notice before. Where is my phone?

I ransacked the room again to search for my phone. It should be with the gown that Ray gave me, but after I find the gown, I don’t find my phone. Is it dropped somewhere, or do I just forget where I put it?

I’m about to open Lisa’s makeup drawer to check whether I forgot that I put my phone there, but then I finally spot it. My phone was lying there on the floor in the corner of the room. How did it get to that place?

I quickly pick up my phone from the floor. I am surprised to see that a new notification that Mistress Noir had sent me another message.

As usual, it is another video attachment. I lay down on the bed and played the video.

The first scene starts with a platinum-haired, big-titted woman being bound to a chair in a dim room. Will Mistress Noir mind fuck this one like how she mindfucked ‘Bunny’ in the previous video?

The woman was dressed in cute, frilly pink lingerie. Her face was blindfolded. The camera zooms in, and I finally notice that there is something wrong with the ‘woman’. There is a bulge under the woman’s panties. A small bulge, but still a bulge. I might see it wrong though.

Next, Bunny and the MILF entered the scene. Bunny is in a sexy bunny girl costume, with a fetish bunny mask on her face. She holds a riding crop in her hand. Meanwhile, the MILF is still in her Nurse Asslicker costume like in the previous video. Mistress Noir had not made her appearance yet in this video.

“Hello, Sillysissy, have you had enough rest? Because we will continue with your training.” Said nurse Asslicker.

“No, please free me,” the ‘woman’ pleaded.

“It’s okay, dear. It’s better for you to be a sissy than a useless white man. Nurse Asslicker, can you help me pull his lingerie down? I don’t want to touch him.” ‘Bunny’ responded.

“As you wish, Bunny.”

Nurse Asslicker pulled down the ‘woman’ panties. And as I suspected. The small bulge under the woman’s panties is a cock. A small cock. It is no more than three inches. But a cock is a cock, the ‘woman’ is, in fact, a man dressed like a woman. The man got his big tits probably through a procedure like mine.

After pulling down the man’s panties. Nurse Asslicker gave the stage to Bunny. Bunny pointed her riding crop at the man’s small cock. She had a disgusted expression on her face. She really didn’t want to touch the man without the help of the crop.

“The hormone replacement therapy seemed to do its job well, your cock has shrunk a few inches. Our goal is to make it look just like a big clit instead of cock. A real man has a cock, but a sissy like you has a clitty.” Bunny mocked the bound man. “And talking about a real man, I brought one here.”

A black man enters the scene, it is Preston, who had been missing from several videos. Preston is naked without an ounce of thread on his body. His big cock hung in the open. Compared to the sissy, their cock sizes are worlds apart.

Seeing Preston’s cock had successfully hit my confidence. I started to rub my cock and assure myself that it is fine, at least my cock isn’t as small as the sissy man's.

“Can you smell it, sissy? The musky smell of real cock. Unfortunately, you can’t see your wife being railed by this big cock. But I still want you to imagine it. I want you to picture a big black cock in your mind. Picture me being fucked stupid by that big black cock. And picture yourself submitting to that black cock. Do it, or else, maybe this riding crop will teach you a lesson.” Bunny threatened the sissy. Her riding crop lightly tapped the sissy’s little cock.

The sissy gulped and could only follow Bunny’s demand.

“Preston, I want you fuck me,” Bunny begged the black man.

Preston suddenly pulled Bunny by her hair, “You don’t demand anything, whore. Know your place. It depends on my whims whether I will fuck you or not. And call me ‘Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir. I am sorry for not understanding my place.” Bunny, who was quite dominant, turned meek in an instant in Preston’s presence.

Preston bent Bunny 90 degrees at the hip and started to thrust his cock inside her pussy without any foreplay first. Bunny face was only a few inches apart from the sissy’s face

“Oh god…oh god, your cock will break me apart, Sir.” Bunny moaned.

“Shut up, this is what you want, whore.” Preston’s hip moved back and forth even faster. He didn’t care about Bunny’s plea at all.

“I am railing your wife and going to break her, and you can do nothing about it, you are indeed only suited to be a pathetic cuckold sissy.” Preston mocked the sissy who was bound in a chair.

The sissy was trying to struggle, but it was futile resistance; his hands and feet were tightly bound.

“Break me, Sir. Break me and make me unable to live without your cock in front of my husband.”

“Are you going to cum? Hold it a little longer, Whore.” Preston commanded.

Preston stopped fucking Bunny and instead lifted her up in a standing lift position.

“I want you to cum. Cum and squirt at your husband’s face, Whore.” Preston commanded.

Bunny orgasmed. She squirted like a broken dam, and most of her squirt hit the sissy right on the face.

After she finished squirting, he just dropped her on the floor.

“Do you like my gift, Sissy?” Preston asked.

The sissy shook his head.

“Wrong answer, Nurse asslicker, please teach the sissy what happens if he answers it wrong.”

Nurse Asslicker knelt before the sissy, her hand on his balls. Instead of stroking it gently, she dead-gripped them as if she wanted to crush them.

“Stop…stop, I know I was wrong, I like the gift.” Yelled the sissy.

“You can stop now, Asslicker.”

Nurse Asslicker released her dead grip as Preston commanded.

“Have you done what your whore commanded? Have you pictured my cock in your mind and submitted yourself to it?’

The sissy nodded as many times as he could. But nobody knew whether he really did it or not.

“Nurse Asslicker, you shall continue to give him hormone therapy to shrink his dick further. I want it to be as small as 1 inch.” Preston instructed Nurse Asslicker.

“No…” The sissy blurted out.

“No? You have submitted to me. It means your body belongs to me, and it is up to me to modify. I will give you a choice: a useless, dysfunctional cock, or a small clitty cock? You can still cum if you choose the latter, but it’s okay if you choose the former, but don’t hope you can cum ever again.” Preston threatened the sissy,

“I choose to have a small clitty cock.” The sissy answered. At least he still could cum if he chose this over having a dysfunctional cock incapable of cumming.

“Good. Nurse Asslicker, give him an additional saline injection so his tits become bigger. Also inject his lips with lip filler. If he is a sissy, he needs to learn to suck cock. Your mistress will not have any problem with this request.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The video ends. At some point, I had put my phone down on the bed while I was jerking off. One hand fondled my tits, one hand stroked my cock. My cock throbs. I can’t hold my desire anymore and came. It is a great orgasm, better than any other orgasm I've had lately.

My cum flew everywhere; thankfully, Lisa isn’t here tonight. She will hate it if I tell her to clean my mess.

My body feels weak, probably because I have cum a lot today. My consciousness gradually fades. My last thought before I fall asleep is about Preston’s question, if he asks me the same question, whether I want my cock to be dysfunctional but keep my size, or let Mistress Noir shrink my cock and turn me into a small-dicked sissy?

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My phone alarm rang loudly and woke me up.

I look around, expecting Lisa to be in this room after she shrugs off her **** state, but I don’t see my wife anywhere in the bedroom.

Maybe she is sleeping with Jessica, it’s not the first time that she chose to sleep in Jessica's room when I made a mess.

I rose from my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My tits are visibly smaller than last night. If before I had the same 36 DD as my wife, right now my size is barely a C-cup. It seems that Ray doesn’t lie that the saline implant only lasts for 24 hours, and it will be gone by itself. It should have given me relief, but instead, I feel sad. I feel like I lost something and am no longer complete.

Shall I ask Ray to give me another Saline injection?

I then shook my head. I am a man, I can’t be seen at work with a big set of tits on my chest, that will jeopardize my career. It was fine because it happened on the weekend, as I don’t go to work on weekends.

Well, I will think about it later. For now, I will just focus on the matter at hand and not waste this opportunity to better understand the women in my family.

My stomach rumbles; I’m feeling famished. All the cumming yesterday really drains me of energy. I go downstairs to fetch something to eat.

Lisa is in the living room, enjoying her cup of morning coffee, with a lit cigarette in hand. Noticing my presence, at first, she looks shocked. Understandably, she might be shocked by my appearance, she might be shocked by our daughter’s uniform that I wear, but she quickly regains her composure. I have been looking like a slut since yesterday anyway.

She put down the cup of coffee in her hand and moved toward me. She kisses me on the lip. We used to do a morning kiss before this whole problem; I'm glad to have it back, but unfortunately, it isn’t a normal kiss we used to have. When our lips meet, I can feel hot smoke pushed into my mouth by my wife. The smoke then assaulted my throat quickly. I reflexively push her back and cough as I feel the burn.

“Sorry, honey, I forgot that I have been smoking. I swear, I just want to give you our morning kiss that I haven’t given you this week.” Lisa says innocently.

Lisa’s words make me swallow my complaint. I can’t blame her.

“It’s okay, next time, just give me a normal kiss. Please.” I beg her.

“Next time. Anyway, I know you must feel famished. I have made some sandwiches for your breakfast.”

We moved to the dining room. Ray’s therapy sure is ‘magical’. Just a session, and everything almost feels like it’s back to normal. But according to Ray, our family still needs a few more sessions to make this peace ‘permanent’. Currently, all of us are trying our best to resolve our differences, but it is a ‘calm before a storm’ situation before we manage to resolve all the issues between our families.

“So, how do you feel?” I ask my wife.

“Great. Ray’s prescription works wonders. I feel relaxed and…liberated. Like I don’t need to worry about anything anymore. Just bliss and pleasure. The good part, even after the **** stupor ended, the good feeling isn’t entirely gone. Not as great as under the ****, but it makes me feel I shouldn’t worry about stuff.”

“Great for you, just don’t get addicted to these ****.” I remind her. Great that the **** works for her. I believe in Ray’s professionalism. She wouldn’t prescribe something dangerous for my wife. But a psychotropic **** is still a psychotropic ****.

“Don’t worry, Paul. I know my limit. If I get addicted, I will not be sober like right now. I’m holding back on using the **** until the recommended time. The psychiatrist said that I need to consume the **** three times a day, but she also told me the recommended time when I should consume the ****.”

“Well, I will believe in you then.”

Lisa suddenly has a grimace on her face, as if she is in pain. But her expression gradually returned to normal a moment later.

“Are you okay, Honey?” I ask her in concern.

“I’m fine, I just have a sudden stomach ache. I will go back to the bathroom first.”

Lisa excuses herself and rushes upstairs. Not walking but practically running in a hurry. I frown, although she said she was fine, I can tell there is something wrong with how Lisa behaves. Should I check on her?

I decide to check on Lisa and follow her to the bathroom, but I meet Jessica on the way.

“Where are you going, Daddy?” Jessica asks me.

“Your mom seems unwell, so I decided to check on her.”

“And what will you do? Following her into the bathroom? For God's sake, Daddy. If she needs our help, she will call us. She is probably fine and just having a hangover.“

Right, I must be too worried about her because of what has been happening lately. I fear that there is something wrong with the **** she consumed. But I need to trust Lisa and Ray that everything is under control. But somehow, I can shrug off the bad feeling

“Don’t worry, give her a room to breathe if you really worry about her. How about we go shopping? Yesterday, you said you wanted to buy a pair of heels that fit you, right?”

“You want us to leave your unwell mom alone?” I ask my daughter in disbelief

“I said she will be fine. Wait here.” Jessica then moves and stops in front of the bathroom door. “Mom, Daddy, and I will go shopping. Are you fine if we leave you alone in the house?”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m fine, you can go with your daddy. Have a good time.” Lisa replies from the bathroom.

“You heard it, Dad? You still need to learn more about subtle women’s feelings.” Jessica says to me smugly as she drags me away.

“Stop, I need to change my clothes first. I can’t go out in this attire.”

“No need, you are fine in that attire.” Jessica refused my request.

Jessica drags me outside to our driveway. As I feared, I met Harmony, who is currently sunbathing as she always does at this hour.

“Is that you, Mr. Benson?” Harmony asks me.

My face is already red with shame. Different from Lisa and Jessica, Harmony is someone from the community, and knowing someone in this community seen me in this appearance makes me feel very embarrassed.

“Yes, He is daddy,” Jessica answers Harmony for me.

“Don’t look embarrassed, Mr. Benson, you look freaky hot.”

I don’t know whether Harmony insults me by saying I look like a freak or praises me for being hot. But her words make me feel a little better. At least, she is open-minded enough not to judge me as a pervert who dresses in women’s clothing.

“So, why does your father look and dress like a woman, Jessica?” Harmony asks.

“As far as I know, it’s part of the therapy. You know that yesterday we went to a psychiatrist, right? I am really ashamed of myself for resisting so much yesterday, but after having a session, I realized that the visit to the psychiatrist is something our family really needs. It makes our family bond closer. Daddy and I will go shopping together, just the two of us. something we haven’t done for years.” Jessica explains.

“Ah…Have a good time shopping, you two.”

“We will.”

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“Are you sure this is the place, Jess?” I ask my daughter. Because I don’t know about women's clothing stores, I let Jessica pick where we will shop for clothes. Instead of going to a normal clothing store at the mall. Jessica brings me to a shady clothing store hidden in the alleyway.

“Uhmm…maybe, I think this is the place. The psychiatrist recommended this place.” Jessica answers

“Did Ray recommend this place to you?”

Jessica nods. “Yes, she did. She told me to check this store if I want to buy some spicy clothes.”

The two of us enter the store, and I finally realize what kind of place this store is. An adult fetish store. They not only sell sexy, slutty fetish costumes, but also sex toys.

“Welcome, two hot ladies, what can I do for you?” The storekeeper greets us. The storekeeper was a sexy, flamboyant middle-aged woman. Her hair is dyed unnatural neon blue. She was dressed in a latex mini dress with a cutout around her chest. Her breast hung free in the open, with her nipple covered in small X-shaped pasties.

“My father here wants to buy high heels that fit him,” Jessica says to the storekeeper.

“Father, huh? I don’t see any man, but two hot ladies.” The storekeeper replies in a praising tone. “She can check the shoe aisle. We have collections of heels, from the normal ones to the fetish platformer.”

“Do you need to be accompanied to the aisle, ma’am?” The storekeeper asks me.

Being treated as a woman by the storekeeper somehow makes me warm inside. I quickly shake the feeling away. I’m a man, not a woman. I'm a man. I remind myself.

“No need. I can go alone.” As a man, I can do this without help. I leave Jessica with the storekeeper. I realize that Jessica may want to buy something for herself.

“And what about you, young lady? What do you want to buy?”

“Ray sent me here, she said that I can get some **** from you.”

The storekeeper smiles at the girl. “Follow me.”

To be continued.

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