Liam pulled his truck into his driveway and got out of the truck as I did. He walked me over to my front door and didn’t speak until we were inside with the door closed behind us.
“I’m proud of you, Crissy,” Liam said. “You are obedient and submissive and trusting. I’m sure that not knowing my plans for you can be unnerving at times. Your life is changing, your marriage is changing, and now even your body is changing. You’re doing very well.”
“Thank you, Master,” I said.
He wasn’t giving me any answers, nor did he seem like he was going to, but the simple fact of his understanding and acknowledgment helped put me at ease.
“I’d like to give you a reward, since you are being a good sissy and because you were brave at the doctor’s office today.”
“Yes, Master?”
“I have to return some e-mail, and it should take me about an hour or so,” he said. “I’ll be in my office in our basement while I do it. I am going to offer you my cock, under my desk, for the entire time. Would you like that, Crissy?”
“Yes, Master. Crissy would like that very much,” I answered, feeling the surprisingly emotional truth behind the words as I spoke them.
“I thought that you might. Go downstairs, get your tits back in your bra, and come to the back door of our place.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” I said.
He left and I rushed downstairs to find the silicone breast forms. Once I had fitted them into my bra cups, and pulled down and adjusted my shirt as best I could over them and made my way back upstairs. I left the house through the back, crossed the yard, and went through the gate. Liam was waiting for me just inside his own sliding door. He slid it open but stood in the gap.
“Take off everything but your lingerie and stockings, Crissy.”
I was nervous, being outside, but I knew that the view was relatively sheltered. I took a deep breath and stripped out of my pants, shirt, socks, and shoes. I made a small pile of my clothes and then presented myself once more. He reached out to close a collar around my neck and then took my hand to guide me inside. He led me to his office and inside. His desk was a large, old-school wooden-style piece of furniture. He led me around and guided me down onto my knees, but before he backed me into the space beneath the desk, he cuffed my wrists behind me.
He stood and removed his pants then guided his cock out of his boxer briefs, then took a seat at the edge of his desk chair. He tucked himself in and I spread my mouth open wide to suck him in between my lips. Almost immediately, I heard the clicking of his fingers on the computer keyboard above me.
It was a very different experience than I’d had at the theatre. It was patient and slow. It was loving and soft. My head slowly slid up and down his shaft and I cradled and nestled his cock within the warmth of my wet mouth. I nurtured and worshipped his erection, and after a while in the dim light under his desk, it felt almost meditative.
He was going to change me. He had changed me already. It wasn’t just the obedience to his commands, or the toys and clothing he instructed me to wear. He was changing the way I felt. He was changing my mind and my desires. I had known myself to be a submissive for some time, and I’d gotten off on the control and erotic humiliation of sissification before then, but now I felt in love. In love with him and in love with sucking his cock. I loved the taste of him and the hope that his warm, salty cum might fill my mouth and slip down my throat.
I drooled and moaned around him, ignoring the humiliating sensation of my saliva dripping down my lips and chin onto my false cleavage. I just listened to the sound of him working above me, feeling so close to him and so cherished.
I had completely lost track of time when I felt Liam slide his chair back, pulling his wet cock from my even wetter mouth. I licked up the saliva from my lips and looked up at him as he reached hand down to help me stand.
“Thank you, Master,” I sputtered.
I was thankful, though I was wishing that he’d also cum in my mouth. There was a look in his eyes that I finally saw. It was a look of hunger. I was barely standing again, and he pushed me forward against the edge of his desk. His hand was firm and strong on my back, and he bent me over until my fake tits were pressed against the wooden desktop. He pulled my panties roughly down my legs and off, then used his feet to kick my legs wide.
He pushed his hard cock inside my ass with only my spit as a lubricant and I moaned with the sweet ache of it. He thrust hard and built up speed fast. His motion rammed me against the desk, and I was sliding over the top of it. He was grunting quickly, and it made me strangely proud that I had inspired such raw lust in him.
After the hour of my suckling his cock, it took only a few minutes more for him to reach his climax. He thrust hard and deep and I felt the warm gush of his cum inside my ass. He pushed and drove forward, using my body to milk every drop from his cock.
“Oh fuck yes,” he said with a raspy voice as he finished. He drew back and before a drop could spill, he was thrusting a large steel plug up inside me, sealing his gift inside.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you,” I moaned.
He freed my wrists and lifted me up off his desk, turned me to face him, and kissed me hard on the lips.
“You are welcome, Crissy,” he said. “Now, get yourself back home. I don’t want you to put your clothes back on yet. I don’t want you wearing a single thing more than you are right now until at least six o’clock.”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
That was going to be cutting in close with Cheryl’s arrival time, and it meant that I would have to cook dressed in just lingerie, but I was too blissful to question his wishes. I padded out of his office, out the back door, picked up my clothes and snuck back into my house. I barely checked to see if anyone could see me.
As the high of my arousal faded, I felt more self-conscious walking around the house in nothing but lingerie. I was aware every time I came anywhere near a window and I kept constant awareness of the time. I decided to go downstairs and take advantage of the full-length mirror in the room to really have a look at myself.
I turned slowly in front of my reflection, trying to separate what I could really see of the changes that had happened, trying to separate reality from my imagination. I did look subtly different, even in my face. I cupped the fake tits, wondering what it might be like to have real ones, even if they were smaller. I looked over my ass and hips, just trying to see myself as I might become. I had no idea how Cheryl was going to accept or understand any of it. I wasn’t even sure that I did.
It was time for me to get dinner started so I returned upstairs and went to the kitchen. I chose something to cook that wouldn’t splatter, given the amount of bare skin I was showing. I had been doing the cooking for some time, given my working from home, but it never felt quite as much of a submissive act as it did then, dressed in lingerie with jiggling breasts and an ass full of cum.
Finally six o’clock came, and I rushed downstairs to change out of the lingerie and back into my disguise of men’s clothing. It felt rough and heavy on my body, and I also had a questioning thought about how long my current clothes were even going to fit me.
All that got pushed from my thoughts when Cheryl returned home. I greeted her warmly and got dinner on the table as she went upstairs to change out of her work clothes. I noted, as I watched her climb the stairs, that she was continuing to dress in sexier outfits with tighter blouses and shorter skirts.