Cuckoldry

                                    

                                          
The college reunion was a sea of familiar faces, each one looking at him with a mix of shock and amusement. He could feel their eyes on him, whispering about the transformation. But Aisha was by his side, her hand in his, her smile wide and proud. And with her there, he felt like he could conquer the world.
Throughout the night, she had him perform little tasks—fetching drinks, serving snacks, even doing a little dance when she felt like it. Each time, he obeyed without question, his heart swelling with love for her. The looks of disbelief from their old classmates only fueled his desire to be the best sissy he could be.
But the real test came when Aisha announced that she had a surprise for everyone. She led him to the center of the room, her hand firmly on his arm, and told him to strip. The laughter grew louder as he removed his dress, revealing the chastity device.
"Now, Rohan," she said, her voice a purr, "tell them who you are."
With a tremble in his voice, he announced, "I'm Aisha's sissy boyfriend, and I'm here to serve."
The room erupted in laughter, and for a moment, Rohan felt a flicker of doubt. But then he saw the look in Aisha's eyes—a look of pure, unbridled lust—and he knew he had made the right choice. She stepped closer, her hand reaching down to unlock the chastity device.
"You've been a very good boy tonight," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "Now, it's time for your reward."
The crowd watched, transfixed, as Aisha led him to a chair and had him sit down, his legs spread wide. She straddled him, her own dress riding up to reveal her lacy lingerie. The room grew quiet, the only sound the rustle of fabric and the quickened beat of their hearts.
And then she began to ride him, her hips moving in a way that was both graceful and demanding. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them burning brighter with each thrust. The room was a blur of faces, of whispers and gasps, but all that mattered was the woman in his arms.
The climax was explosive, leaving Rohan trembling and spent. But Aisha wasn't done with him yet. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Now, it's time for your next lesson in submission."
The words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what was coming—the ultimate act of cuckoldry, a moment that would cement his place in her world. She stood up, her hand reaching out to the most attractive man in the room, a tall, muscular ex-football player named Arjun.
With a wink at Rohan, she led Arjun into the bedroom, leaving the door open just enough for Rohan to hear every sound. The sounds of passion filled the air—Aisha's moans, Arjun's grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh. Rohan's heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.
He felt a strange mix of arousal and pain, knowing that his girlfriend was with another man, that she had chosen to do this in front of him. But the pain was sweet, a reminder of his submission to her. He watched as the doorway darkened with shadows, his mind reeling with the thought of what was happening just out of sight.
When they emerged, Aisha was flushed and satisfied, Arjun with a smug smile on his face. Rohan felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was quickly squashed by the love and pride he felt for her. She had shown the world who was in control, and he was a part of it.
The night ended with the two of them curled up on the bed, Aisha's head on his chest, her hand playing with his hair. "You were amazing tonight," she said, her voice sleepy. "I couldn't have asked for a better sissy boyfriend."
Rohan's heart swelled with love. He knew that he had found his place in the world—on his knees, serving his queen, forever her devoted sissy.
The next morning, Aisha had another task for her sissy. "Good morning, Rani," she cooed, using her favorite pet name for him, "today, I want you to do the chores in your new heels." She pointed to a pair of glossy red stilettos that looked more like a weapon than footwear.