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You lay down on the couch, your body sinking into the cushions. The lacy panties hug your groin, a constant

reminder of your humiliation and submission. You close your eyes, trying to clear your mind and regain

s o m e s e n s e o f c o n t r o l .

As you drift off to sleep, your thoughts wander to the events of the evening. The way your wife dominated

you, the things she made you do... it was degrading, yes, but also darkly thrilling. You can't deny t h e arousal

you felt, t h e way your cock twitched a n d leaked a t h e r cruel words a n d rough treatment.

Suddenly, you're jolted awake by the sound of moaning. You blink blearily, disoriented for a moment before

you realize t h e sound i s coming from the TV. You sit u p , rubbing your eyes, a n d see that the screen is filled

with a video of a beautiful woman in lingerie, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she touches herself.

"You like that, don't you, slut?' a deep, masculine voice purrs from off-screen. "You like being a pretty little

sissy for me.'

The woman moans, her hips bucking. 'Yes,' she breathes. 'I love being your sissy. Use me, please...'

You watch, transfixed, as t h e s c e n e plays out. The w o m a n i s slowly stripped, revealing h e r smooth, hairless

body. Her cock, small and flaccid, is framed by lacy pink panties that match her bra. She's posed and

manipulated, made to perform lewd acts for the camera, all while the voice coos and degrades her.

You can feel your own cock stiffening, straining against the panties. You know you shouldn't b e watching

this, that your wife would be furious if she caught you. But you can't look away. You're mesmerized by the

sight of the sissy on screen, b y the way she's s o completely controlled a n d used.

Before you know it, your hand is slipping into your panties, stroking your hard shaft. You imagine yourself in

the sissy's place, being posed and fucked and used like a toy. The thought makes you moan, your hips

bucking into your touch.

You reach for the remote with a trembling hand, your heart racing. As much as the

video arouses you, you know you need to turn i t off before you get caught. With a sigh

of relief, you press the power button, plunging the room into darkness.

You lay back on the couch, trying t o calm your racing thoughts. The panties hug your

groin snugly, a constant reminder of your humiliation. Despite yourself, you can't help

but feel a dark thrill at the sensation.

As you drift off to sleep, you hear the sound of the shower running down the hall.

Your wife must b e getting ready for bed. The thought of her naked, soapy body makes

your cock twitch, but you **** yourself to ignore it. You need to get some rest.

Suddenly, you're jolted awake by the feeling of someone touching you. You open your

eyes blearily to see your wife standing over you, a wicked smile on her face. She's

wearing a lacy black nightie, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of the low-cut

t o p .

'Did you really think you could get away with watching that video?' she purrs, her voice

low and sultry. I saw everything, pet. And now you're going to be punished.'

Your heart sinks, but a dark part of you thrills at her words. You know you're in for a

night of degradation and humiliation, but you can't help but look forward to it. Your

wife is in complete control, and you're just along for the ride.

wife

You open your mouth to explain, but your wife cuts you off with a sharp gesture.

'Don't even try to lie to me, pet,' she purrs, her voice low and dangerous. 'I saw you watching that video. I

saw how hard you were, how much you were enjoying it.'

She steps closer, looming over you on the couch. You can see the outline of her nipples through the thin

fabric of her nightie, and t h e sight makes your cock twitch despite yourself.

'You're s u c h a dirty little sissy, aren't you?' s h e coos, reaching o u t t o t r a c e a finger down your cheek. 'You

just can't help yourself. You need to b e controlled, to be used like the slut you are.'

You shiver a t her touch, your skin prickling with goosebumps. You know she's right, as much a s you hate t o

admit it. You are a sissy, a submissive little slut who craves her domination.

'Please,' you whisper, your voice trembling. T'll do anything you want, just please don't punish me.'

Your wife laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. 'Oh, I'm going to punish you,

pet,' she purrs. I'm going to punish you until you learn your place. Until you understand that you belong to

me, body and soul.'

She grabs your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes are dark with lust and cruelty, and you feel your

cock throb in response.

'Now, strip,' s h e commands, stepping back. 'I want to s e e my pretty little sissy naked and ready for use.'

Trembling, you obey, slipping off the couch to kneel on the floor. You hook your fingers in the waistband of

your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. Your cock springs free, hard and leaking, and you hear

your wife h u m i n approval.

'Good girl,' she purrs, stepping forward to stroke your hair. 'Now, let's begin your punishment, shall we?"

You take a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves as you look up at your wife. 'No, you say, your voice trembling

slightly. 'I won't submit to punishment. I'm your husband, and I deserve to be treated with respect."

Your wife raises an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing at her lips. 'Respect?' she repeats, her tone mocking. "You think you

deserve respect, after I caught you watching sissy porn and touching yourself? After you let me dress you up in panties

and **** you?"

She steps closer, looming over you. "You're not a real man,' she hisses, her eyes dark with contempt. "You're a sissy, a

submissive little slut who craves humiliation. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it.'

You try to protest, but she silences you with a sharp gesture. 'Enough,' she snaps. 'I'm not going to argue with you

about this. You need to be punished, and that's final."

She looks at you for a long moment, her expression thoughtful. 'But I'll tell you what,' she says slowly. I'll sleep on it

tonight, and we can discuss your punishment in the morning. In the meantime, you can sleep on the couch and think

about what you've done.'

With that, she turns on her heel and strides out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sigh heavily,

your shoulders slumping in defeat. You know she's right, as much as you hate to admit it. You are a sissy, and you do

crave her domination and control.

The thought of being punished fills you with a dark, shameful thrill, and you can feel your cock twitching in response.

You know you should be ashamed of yourself, but you can't help it. The thought of being degraded and humiliated by

your wife is just too arousing to resist.

You lay back on the couch, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. The thought of being punished

and humiliated by your wife while she takes another man's huge cock is both terrifying and darkly thrilling.

You slip your hand into your panties, stroking your hard shaft as you let your fantasies run wild. You imagine yourself

on your knees, **** to watch as your wife rides a muscular, well-endowed stud. She moans and writhes on top of

him, her ample breasts bouncing with each thrust, all while keeping you on the edge, denying your own release.

The thought makes you moan softly, your hips bucking into your touch. You stroke yourself faster, lost in the dark

fantasy. You're so close, teetering on the brink of orgasm, when suddenly, you hear a sharp gasp from the doorway.

Your eyes fly open and you look up to see your wife standing there, her eyes wide with shock and anger. She's still

wearing her lacy black nightie, her hair tousled from sleep, but her expression is hard and unforgiving.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?' she snaps, striding into the room. 'T leave you alone for five minutes and

you're back to your old habits, touching yourself like a dirty little sissy.'

You freeze, your heart pounding with fear and shame. You know you're in trouble now, caught red-handed in your

depraved fantasy. But a dark, twisted part of you is almost relieved, eager to face your wife's wrath and the

punishment you know you deserve.

She grabs your

balls roughly, stopping your orgasm in its tracks. You whimper in pain and frustration.

'Oh no you don't, you little sissy,' she hisses. You think you get to cum without my permission?

Think again.'

She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a wicked-looking whip, its many tails ending in sharp knots.

Your eyes widen in fear. She wouldn't...?

But she does. With a cruel smile, she raises the whip and brings it down on your exposed balls with

a vicious crack. You scream in agony, your back arching, as pain explodes through your groin.

'That's just a taste of what's to come if you disobey me again, your wife warns. I own you, sissy.

Your cock and balls belong t o me. And if you even think about cumming without my say so, I'll lock

you in a chastity cage so tight you'll never get hard again.

You lay on the couch, your erection subsiding as the pain in your balls throbs. Your wife looks down

at you with a cruel smirk.

'Did you really think you could get away with that?' she asks, shaking her head. You're lucky I didn't

make you lick your own cum off my foot. Maybe next time.'

She saunters over to the armchair and sits down, crossing her long legs. 'Now, as punishment for

your little stunt, I'm going to make you watch something. And you better enjoy it, or else.'

She picks up the TV remote and turns it on. The screen flickers to life, showing a video of a

muscular man with an enormous cock fucking a woman doggy-style. The woman moans in ecstasy

a s h e pounds into her.

'Watch closely,' your wife purrs. 'This is what a real man looks like. Not a pathetic little sissy like

you.'

She makes you watch the video for what feels like hours, mocking your tiny dick and comparing i t

unfavorably to the stud on screen. By the time she finally turns it off, your eyes are glazed over and

you feel utterly worthless.

You continue watching the video, your eyes glued to the screen as the muscular man pounds into the

moaning woman. With each thrust, you feel more and more inadequate and humiliated. Your tiny dick is no

match for the stud's enormous cock. You can never satisfy a woman like h e can.

Your wife smirks at you, enjoying your humiliation. 'Look at him go,' she purrs. 'That's a real man. Not a

pathetic little sissy like you.'

You hang your head in shame, knowing she's right. You are a sissy, a failure as a man. And your wife will

never let you forget it.

As the video plays on, your wife continues to mock and **** you. She laughs at your small penis, telling

you it could never satisfy any woman. She compares you unfavorably to the well-hung stud, saying she

wishes she could fuck him instead of you.

By the time the video finally ends, you feel completely worthless. You are nothing but a sissy, a joke of a

man. And your wife has made sure you know it.