Alexandra had spent over a year carefully training her husband, moulding him into the perfectly obedient submissive she had always desired. Their Female Led Relationship was now absolute. Every aspect of his life was controlled by her, and he had come to crave that control. Thursdays were always Crossdressing Day, and today she had very specific plans for her sissy husband.
When her phone pinged with the command “Living room. Now.”, he appeared within seconds.
He stood before her, cheeks already flushed with embarrassment. The black satin corset was laced so tightly that his waist looked dramatically feminine. Delicate black stockings clung to his smooth legs, fastened to the corset’s six thick suspenders. Shiny patent leather knee-high boots with a four-inch heel completed the look. His cock was rock hard and straining desperately against the front of the corset, a small wet patch already forming on the lace trim.
Alexandra walked slowly around him, her fingers tracing the steel bones of the corset. She tugged sharply on the laces, making him gasp.
“Much better,” she murmured approvingly. “Turn.”
He obeyed immediately. She took out her phone and began photographing him from every angle — close-ups of the cinched waist, the taut suspenders framing his smooth, exposed ass, the way his desperate cock bulged obscenely. She even made him bend over and spread his legs so she could capture the view from behind.
“These photos are going straight into the private album with the others,” she said sweetly. “I wonder what your old colleagues would think if they ever saw what a pretty little sissy you’ve become.”
His face burned with humiliation, yet his cock twitched even harder.
Satisfied with her new collection of blackmail material, Alexandra stepped back and picked up the large, realistic strap-on she had prepared earlier. It was thick, veined, and eight inches long — one of her favourites. She slowly buckled it around her hips, stroking the shaft as she watched his eyes follow every movement.
“On your knees,” she ordered.
He dropped instantly. Alexandra gripped his hair and guided the thick cock between his lips.
“Suck it like the eager little slut you are.”
He worshipped the strap-on obediently, licking and sucking while she gently fucked his mouth, pushing deeper until he gagged. When it was glistening with his saliva, she pulled him up and bent him over the wide arm of the sofa.
She took her time, spreading his cheeks and teasing his tight hole with the slick head of the dildo.
“Beg for it,” she commanded.
“Please, Mistress… please fuck me,” he whimpered. “Please use your sissy’s ass.”
Alexandra smiled and began pressing forward. The thick head slowly stretched him open as she sank inch after inch into his body. He moaned loudly, gripping the sofa cushions as she filled him completely until her hips were pressed firmly against his ass.
Then the real fucking began.
She started with long, deep, deliberate strokes — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making him feel every thick inch. Gradually she increased the pace, fucking him harder, her hands gripping his corseted waist for leverage. The sound of her hips slapping against his ass filled the room, mixed with his desperate moans and gasps.
“You love being my little fucktoy, don’t you?” she taunted, pounding into him.
“Yes, Mistress! Thank you… oh god, thank you!”
She changed angles, aiming for his prostate with every thrust. His cock leaked continuously onto the floor as she pegged him relentlessly. Every time she felt him getting close, she slowed down or stopped completely, edging him cruelly while he begged for release.
After nearly twenty minutes of intense fucking, Alexandra finally pulled out, leaving his hole gaping and twitching.
She dragged him to a straight-backed wooden chair and expertly roped him into it. Wrists bound tightly behind the chair back, ankles secured to the legs, and multiple loops of rope around his corseted waist. His throbbing, denied cock stood straight up, purple and dripping.
Alexandra straddled his lap facing him, her fingers wrapping around his aching shaft.
“This is your one release for the entire week,” she told him, her voice low and commanding. “You will thank me the entire time I’m milking you dry.”
She began stroking him with slow, torturous movements — long, firm strokes from base to tip, occasionally twisting her hand over the sensitive head. Every few strokes she stopped completely, simply holding him and watching him squirm and beg.
“Please, Mistress… I need to cum so badly…”
“Not yet,” she whispered, squeezing the base of his cock. She edged him again and again, bringing him right to the brink before denying him. His balls were tight and heavy, his entire body trembling with desperate need.
Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of cruel edging, she leaned in close.
“Cum for me, sissy. Make a mess all over your pretty corset.”
Her hand moved faster, stroking him with perfect rhythm. His hips bucked uselessly against the ropes as the orgasm finally crashed over him. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across his corset, stockings, and her hand. She kept milking him through every pulse, squeezing out every last drop until he was whimpering and oversensitive.
Alexandra wiped her cum-covered fingers across his lips.
“Clean them.”
He licked obediently, tasting his own submission.
“Good girl,” she purred, kissing his forehead. “Another week of perfect control. I own every part of you.”
She left him tied to the chair, covered in his own cum, already planning tomorrow’s outfit.
Text © Mistress Eleise
