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My First Girlfriend vol.7Chapter 17: The Truth”Steph isn’t really a girl. She’s technically a boy. I mean HE’s a boy…. he’s my boyfriend. We’re dating. And I’ve been feminizing him because well… I dunno it just feels right. I like him better this way…”The words shook me. I couldn’t believe she said it out loud. Rebecca had just reveled what I had been hiding from Dave this entire time. In doing so, she also made me realize what a bizarre and pathetic creature I am; not really a boy, not really a girl. Utterly undeserving of my beautiful girlfriend, and yet desperately unwilling to lose her.Dave raised his masculine brow dubiously. “You’re joking right?” he asked both of us. I looked at the ground, totally unable to process my shame and embarrassment. Rebecca confirmed with him,”I’m afraid not pal. Steph here used to be a full-on boy until this past month or so. He was cute and all, but I just knew he had potential to be so much more than a short, scrawny beta male. So I started by removing his body hair and putting him in some of my panties. He seemed to like that, so I proceeded to lock him in chastity to keep him… compliant. Before I knew it, he was dressing up fully as a girl with Catherine. I didn’t even have to force him. Isn’t that cool? So for the last few weekends I’ve been having him stay here all dressed up.” She talked about me with her arm around me like she was showing off a new houseplant. I was objectified beyond any dignity. I looked and felt like a human doll.”So you’re telling me Steph has a cock and balls?” He asked with an insulting amount of doubt in his voice.”Well… yeah basically.” Rebecca answered, with an insulting amount of hesitation in her voice. I had never been a macho guy by any stretch, but I had also never had my biological sex discussed with such uncertainty. At least not right in front of me. “Come on baby, show him what you’ve got down there” She instructed me as she reached down to grab the front of my dress. I shrank away from her and protested out loud. No way was I going to show the chastity cage – the crown jewel of my dehumanization – to this asshole. She looked me in the eye and sternly but calmly told me “Be a good girl for me”. I stopped physically resisting but I begged her with my eyes. She pulled the front of my dress up until my skimpy lacy black and white panties were on display for this tall strong man. She placed the bunched up dress into my hands and ordered me to hold it up – which I reluctantly did. She took hold of the exposed waistband of my panties and inched them down to mid thigh, putting the pink plastic cage and all of its contents on vivid display in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. I felt the cool air on my smooth thighs, scrotum, and pubic region. I was exposed.”Oh my god. You weren’t k**ding…” Dave gasped with a hint of laughter.Previously, I had thought that being seen as a girl was the absolute height of humiliation. I had gradually learn to accept it, with the small comfort that I had Dave fooled and he was under the impression that I was a normal person – a female, but a normal respectable female. Now I felt a new low, having a real man see that I am in fact just a boy who was so pathetic and feminine that his own girlfriend locked his penis up and made him appear as a girl. Dave leaned in for a closer look. I swear I could feel his judgmental eyes compressing my feeble genitalia even further, stripping away humanity.”So…. who else knows?” Dave asked, slowly starting to grasp Rebecca’s strange agenda.”Just me, you, and Catherine. We were planning on keeping it secret between us girls, but then you walked in last week and things sort of took a weird turn. But I think it’s actually worked out – Steph seems to really be coming into her own with you around. Must be the strong male presence. Really gives some perspective.” She gave me a congratulatory squeeze as if I should be proud of letting go of all masculine dignity. I quickly pulled my panties back up to conceal my pink penile prison. I found myself to disturbed to notice that pulling up some lacy panties in front of the guy who just made out with my girlfriend was now a step towards dignity for me. What have I become…. ‘Sissy’ did not feel remotely like a strong enough word to encapsulate the distance between myself and what a boy is supposed to be.”There’s something I still don’t understand, ‘Becca. You’re actually a pretty hot girl. Tons of good guys would be happy to date you. Why are you tethering yourself to a little sissy girl?” Dave asked, with zero regard for the fact that I was standing right there. Feminine though I was, I couldn’t remain silent in the face of his disdain,”Well you came on to me and kissed me a bunch so I must have some kind of appeal. Gaylord” I hissed with passive aggressive sarcasm. I was certain I had his hetero-masculinity on the ropes, but much to my dismay, my girlfriend came to his defense,”Pffftt that doesn’t count Steph. He was just doing what alpha males always do – trying to fuck anything that resembles a female. You were pretty much a girl in that situation. It’s not his fault you make such a convincing trap…. hmmm speaking of which, I think you owe Dave an apology for misleading him about your identity.””What?!” I demanded indignantly. Had she seen how he forced himself on me? She wanted me to apologize to him?”Calm down honey, it doesn’t have to be right now. I need to have a private word with Dave real quick. Will you sit and watch TV like a good girl for me? please?” She asked me nicely and rubbed my arms lovingly. I could never stay mad at her, no matter how many lines she crossed. I settled down enough to nod, then went and sat down at the TV. The two of them went into the backyard to have a discussion without me. Obviously I wasn’t crazy about the two of them being alone, given what I had just witnessed, but honestly I didn’t think it could get any worse. The optimistic part of me hoped that Rebecca might stand up for my honor and this would be the end of a long, difficult day for me. After about a full episode of Family Guy, The two of them came back inside. Dave fixed himself some food in the kitchen while Rebecca sat down beside me for an important debriefing.”Okay baby, we had a really good talk about everything and I think its all going to be a lot easier now, as long as you trust me completely. You know I love you and I only want what’s best for you and me right?” I nodded apprehensively. “Alright good. First of all, Dave made a good point; you and I are both pretty needy and high-maintenance. We both require a lot of care and attention, and I don’t think we’ve been satisfying each other enough. So Dave has offered to stay all weekend and help make sure we both get everything we need. He’s a lot more experienced than either of us and he’ll be able to help us work through our issues.” I tried to interrupt and tell her how much I hated that Idea, but she continued over me “Second, I don’t think you’ve been very fair to Dave. He’s important to me and deserves a lot of respect. Now I understand you were in an awkward situation having him walk in on you unexpectedly while you were dressed up. But I hope now that we’re done lying to him and the two of you can have a fresh start. I really think you could use someone like him in your life.” I was very irritated by what she was suggesting, but once again I didn’t get a chance to voice my concerns before she moved on. “And lastly, our little ‘fairness rule’ obviously hasn’t been getting the results you wanted, so I propose we try a new system. From now on, instead of you and I conspiring behind Dave’s back, we’re going to be a democracy. Any time we disagree about something, the 3 of us will vote on it. Majority rules. Understand?” I sat silently thinking over all the confusing things she had just told me. Sensing my hesitation, she leaned in and whispered in my ear “Don’t worry, our little deal is still on. If you’re a good girl for me this weekend, you get to fuck me.” That was all I needed to hear to throw all my best interests and better judgement out the window. The prospect of having regular hetero-normative sex with a beautiful girl cancelled out all other thoughts and feelings. With single-minded determination (and gullibility) I accepted her new set of rules. I was sure I could get our relationship back on track.Chapter 18: DemocracyDave came back and joined us with the sandwich he had made himself. Before he sat down he stood over me and held his hand out to me in a suspicious gesture of good will.”Things got pretty weird for a minute there, little guy. I hope we can be friends from now on.” He seemed sincere, but it still felt outrageously condescending. But I knew I’d look like pendik escort the bad guy if I rejected this peace offering, so I shook his hand. It felt the same as it always felt with him; my supple little hand engulfed in his authoritative grip. “By the way” he continued “I know you’re technically a boy and all, but you make such a convincing girl…. So I was wondering if you’d rather I treat you as a boy or as a girl?”For the life of me, I didn’t know what the difference would be. I’d always treated boys and girls pretty much the same. If I like them I’m nice to them, and if I dont like them then I avoid them. How would Dave’s treatment of me differ if he saw me as a boy and not a girl? I had no way of knowing, and he was waiting for an answer. So I decided to just say what I myself wanted for once:”I want to be a boy… I mean I AM a boy. I’m going to go take off this girl stuff and I’m going to be a boy again.” I stood up assertively to go upstairs and retrieve my masculinity. It was a foreign feeling to me at this point; standing up for myself as a boy. It was strange and I honestly wasn’t sure I liked it. I thought about the loose bunchy boxers, the coarse denim jeans, the ugly boring T shirts, the plain un-decorated face and the short boring hair. The thought of looking like a boy felt a bit unattractive, even though I presumed that it would come with a little more respect and autonomy. I second-guessed my decision for a split second, and that was enough time for Rebecca to chime in.”Not so fast, baby. I like having you as a girl. I think we need to vote on this. I vote that you continue being Steph for the rest of the day. Dave, how do you vote?””Well I always prefer to hang out with girls over guys. I vote to keep Steph as a girl, and myself as the only guy. We don’t want a sausage fest after all haha”I was taken aback. Equal parts outraged and relieved. These two had just vetoed my decision to stop gender-bending. They were essentially forcing me to be a girl against my will. But at the same time, part of me felt that they were making the right decision and this was how it was meant to be. I said nothing and sat back down – defeated and continually feminized.The TV was playing some trashy drama/romance movie from 10 years ago. The plot was utter dribble, but we sat and watched it anyway – probably for no other reason than to oggle the attractive characters in sexually charged scenes. I think we were all pretty riled up already: Dave had just made out with one or two pretty girls, Rebecca had just made out with her feminized submissive boyfriend as well as a dominant alpha male, and I had made out with my amazingly hot girlfriend (and a strong, tall man, but I was trying not to think about that). Yes, the horniness in the room was palpable, and we were barely keeping it under control by watching this smut on TV.My head was still spinning, trying to wrap itself around the wildly humiliating and undignified things I had experienced that afternoon already. So I was barely paying attention to what was happening right next to me on the couch. Once in a while I would regain awareness long enough to notice that Rebecca and Dave had resumed their old tendencies of flirting with each other right in front of me. His arm was around her and she was giggling a lot. I would have thought the knowledge that her boyfriend is in the room would slow down his advances, but on the contrary, he seemed unconcerned about any potential pushback from me. Worse yet, he was paying even less attention to me now that he knew I wasn’t a real girl. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or rejected. Mostly I just felt dread at the fact that he was making moves on my girlfriend and I was in no position to do anything about it. Rebecca had made it clear that I had to ‘behave’ and ‘be nice to him’. And Dave had made it clear that he was the man in this situation. My place was to sit passively and not cause a scene. Suddenly Dave made a bold move:”I’m getting pretty hot. I think I’m going to take my pants off” he declared arrogantly.”I vote that you keep them on!” I blurted out without a moment’s thought. I didn’t have to think about it – I knew in my beta male bones that if his dick came out, it was a big step towards him getting sexual with my girlfriend.”Well Rebecca, looks like your vote is the tie-breaker. How do you vote?” He leaned in and smiled as he asked her, as if it was an inside joke.”I vote that they come off” she giggled “I want Dave to be totally comfortable” she explained to me with a mischievous smile. All I could do was roll my eyes at her blatant disregard for my personal comfort zone. It was no longer a shock that she was prioritizing his preferences over mine – not after that talk she’d given me. I wondered if she was just trying to test the limits of my submissiveness. I wondered what the two of them had discussed when they spoke privately in the back yard.Dave proudly claimed his democratic victory by standing up and sliding down his pants and boxers, revealing his flacid yet intimidaingly large cock. Mercifully he sat back down on the couch without making too much of a big deal about it. Rebecca caught me staring and jokingly asked if I saw anything I liked. My face turned red and I reset my gaze straight at the TV and nothing else. She laughed. The embarrassment and anxiety caused some sweat to appear on my face.”Hmmmm it looks like Steph is feeling pretty hot too.” Dave pointed out disengenuously. I shot him a death stare, hoping that he would leave me alone. It didn’t work. He continued “I vote that Steph takes off that bulky dress for the rest of the movie.”I furiously voted in opposition, leaving the ball in Rebecca’s court. I hoped she would grant me this one small comfort. Without this dress, I would be sitting around in only lingerie. I knew Dave was just tryng to humiliate and degrade me, but what reason could my girlfriend have for wanting me to strip in front of her male friend? To my disappointment, Rebecca voted with Dave. It was out of my control – I had to strip for them.I stood up, holding back tears. I had come to terms with being put in girls’ clothes, but the two of them teaming up against me all the time was really starting to hurt my feelings. I slid my shoulders out of the dress, and shimmied it down my body. This seemed like a better strategy than trying to pull it over my head and messing up my wig and makeup in the process. As it slid down my torso, I revealed my bra and smooth chest and stomach. As it slid down my hips, I revealed my lacy thong – barely concealing the locked chastity cage. I let it drop down my legs to the floor, leaving me in only my bra, panties, and thig-highs.”Wow, you weren’t k**ding about her body! It really is nice” Dave said to Rebecca, indicating that she had told him things about me that I wasn’t privy to. I tried to shrink and cover myself with my hands, but my hands were nowhere near big enough to shelter me from his scrutinizing gaze. This was a new level of exposure and objectification for me. I wasn’t just ashamed of what I was wearing, I was now self-conscious of my body as well. This somehow seemed even more feminine than wearing lingerie AND a dress. It was starting to break down my delusion that my feminization was based in clothes and appearances. I was starting to wonder if there really was something inherently wrong with me as a person. I faught back the tears and sat down on the couch in my skimpy outfit. They sat next to me giggling. Whether they were giggling at my predicament, or their own mischievous sexual conduct, or something else completely innocent – it made no difference to me – I was mad. Mostly at my girlfriend for going along with all this. I wanted to strike back somehow. Sitting in bra and panties in front of a horny guy was psychological torture. A bad idea came to me, and I couldn’t resist;”I vote that Rebecca strips down to her underwear too!” It felt like someone else was speaking through me. I was never the type of person to pressure or coerce a girl to reveal herself in any way, but I had been pushed too far. Rebecca looked at me in shock. She never imagined I would cross her like this. “Its only fair. Dave and I both had to strip. We may as well all do it right?” I justified myself to her sarcastically.”No. I vote that I keep all my clothes on. You’re such a little creep!” She folded her arms and scowled straight ahead at the TV. I had never seen her make that face before – the face of being angry and not having power. It was a position I had been in a lot lately, but this was the first time I’d ever seen her experience it. Her angry face was still very cute. I couldn’t deny that I got a rush out of having kartal escort her on edge for once. She had been objectifying and dominating me for what felt like months. It was nice to see that she too has human vulnerability.”Well Dave, how do you vote?” I asked precociously. I knew he would usually take her side over mine, but I also trusted in his primitive male motives. I was hoping he would think with his dick, and he did not let me down.”I’m all for gender equality” he chuckled “especially when it involves taking off clothes. Sorry Rebecca, you’r going to have to join us in our partial-nudist colony”.She fumed silently. I struggled to contain my glee. Dave grinned ear to ear.”FINE!” She barked as she stood up. She turned to me as she begin removing her shirt “I’m so pissed at you right now” she hissed.Part of me was terrified that I’d awoken a monster, but I could not hide my amusement at her long-overdue humiliation. Her shirt hit the floor, revealing her perfectly filled B cup bra and her incredible hourglass midsection. Still scowling at me, she pulled the stretchy waistband of her leggings reluctantly down her hips revealing a white cotton thong against her soft pale curves. She stepped out of the bunched up tights and did a sarcastic ‘ta-da’ gesture. She was not thrilled about this. As she turned to sit back down on the couch, she made sure to do it in such a way that she never showed her ass to me – only to Dave.So the three of us sat there on the couch. Rebecca and I sat in our bras and panties, our smooth bodies and our pretty makeup. We both looked sexy and tantalizing. Dave sat wearing only his shirt and socks – nothing to contain his phallous. By contrast, I was kept in chastity and tight panties. The soft-core porn continued to play on the TV in front of us, and we all pretended to be invested in the plot for a while.Chapter 19: TouchingAs Rebecca’s rage gradually faded, Dave began to flirt with her again. Soon she was laughing at his jokes again and snuggling up with him just like before (only now she was in her underwear and his dick was out). I knew this was a very dire situation for my relationship with her, especially since she was mad at me, and I was sitting in chastity and lingerie. If things were going better between her and I, I might have tried to break up their little flirt-fest, but I knew that would only make things worse right now. I needed to just sit and let her have her fun. I just hoped it wouldn’t go any further than this.Unfortunately it did go further. Dave leaned in and whispered something in her ear. I didn’t hear what it was, but she giggled and nodded to him. Then to my horror, she casually placed her hand on his naked penis as if it were an arm rest. She kept her gaze directed at the TV screen and kept her body language neutral next to me. It was as if she didn’t think I noticed and she was trying to hide it from me. Or maybe it was as if it actually wasn’t a big deal at all to her and didn’t warrant any change in posture. Either way I could see some movement on the other side of her. She appeared to be lightly caressing his member. Unsurprisingly, he started to become erect. I leaned forward to see around her at what was happening in his lap. Even flaccid, his dick was bigger than mine. Now it was growing considerably and stiffening upright. More than anything else, I was totally fascinated. I had seen the outline of Dave’s dick through his pants, but seeing it in the flesh in all its glory was completely changing my perception of what a penis can and should look like. Compared to his, mine was like a little k**’s toy version. No wonder Rebecca had decided to lock mine up – it was a pathetic specimen.I was now painfully aware of the tight restriction on my little penis, contrasted with the gentle attention that my girlfriend was paying to Dave’s big dick. This was wrong. Even in all my naivety and gullibility I knew that my girlfriend is supposed to play with MY dick, not some other guy’s. I noticed her free hand was just idly resting in her lap. I reached out and put my hand on hers to see how she’d respond. She glanced at me and continued sliding her other hand up and down the giant cock next to her. At least she didn’t pull away from me. I held her hand and started moving it off of her lap and onto mine. She watched curiously to see what I was up to. I slid her hand up my stocking-clad thighs towards my pantie-covered crotch. All the while she never paused her interaction with Dave’s dick. I pulled open my lacy waistband and pushed her hand down into the front of my panties so she could feel my smooth pubic region, the smooth plastic chastity device, and my smooth soft scrotum. Just as I’d hoped, her hand took over and began feeling around and exploring. Her fingers wandered along my inner groin, around the perimeter of my genitalia, even venturing deeper towards my anus. It took everything I had not to squirm visibly at her sensual touch. Eventually her wandering hand settled around my confined sex organs and she gently played with the one exposed part; my little ballsack. It was the best thing I’d felt all day. Finally my girlfriend was pleasuring me like she used to. But there were two problems: 1) I was still locked up and could not get hard or receive any pleasure from my penis. 2) Dave’s cock was open and free, and Rebecca seemed to be enjoying touching it.I leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear “please unlock it?” She turned to me and gave me a soft slow kiss on the lips. The warm touch reassured me that she still loved me. I stared into her eyes and mouthed the word “please” over and over. She smiled at me and I thought for sure that she was going to oblige my request. Grinning, she quietly shook her head at me. She leaned in close to whisper to me privately.”Sorry Steph, girls like you have to stay locked up when there’s a real dick in the room. Once Dave cums, then I can let you out.””but my dick is real! why does he get to cum?” I quietly protested.”No sweety, look. You’ve got a little sissy dick. See how small it is? Its not big enough to make any girl cum, and you don’t know how to use it anyway because you’re so submissive. That’s why I keep you locked up. Don’t worry baby, I love you for who you are. But you need to understand that Dave is an alpha male. He’s tall and manly and has a big dick. That means he is entitled to cum whenever he wants. And as hot girls, its our job to help him.””but I’m really a boy!” I claimed unconvincingly, in my bra and panties.”Actually baby, you’re a sissy boy. That means you’re only a boy some of the time. When you’re with an Alpha male, you are more like a girl. That means you are expected to look pretty and do what he wants, just like a girl would.”I wanted to argue with her logic, but sitting in chastity, stockings, bra and panties, and cute makeup, the evidence spoke for itself. She was right; I am a sissy boy. And compared to real men, I am just a girl. I looked down in bitter acceptance.”So now that you understand your role, you’re going to help me make Dave cum right? If you do, I’ll let you out of chastity for a while.” I didn’t want to, but my horny body had a mind of its own. I found myself nodding despite all critical thought.”Good” she said as she kissed me, before sliding down to her knees.She knelt in front of Dave in between his strong legs. I watched in horror as she stroked his long dick with both hands, bringing her face closer and closer to it. I was sure she was going to put it in her mouth. I wanted to stop her but I was paralyzed with sexual frustration. Seeing her pleasure a hard cock made my own pathetic penis strain against its plastic prison with all its might – of course it was all in vein. She beckoned me to come kneel next to her – to take my rightful place as a sexual object – a submissive, feminine, servant to masculine power. This is the position that my insecure male ego had always feared; something in my subconscious always warned me that if I wasn’t manly enough, I would end up enslaved by a more dominant man. This is the punishment for failing your obligations as a male; you will spend the rest of your life under the control of real men, while existing as a pathetic cartoon of femininity. Your humanity erased, you become a possession. A thing to be used. A girly thing. And there is nothing more shameful that a boy can be, than a girly sex slave. In my mind I fought to maintain some self-control and dignity, but I could feel the tight grip of the chastity device, and the lingerie. This symbolic attire had been steadily warping my mind, changing my self-image, influencing me to play the part that Rebecca had pushed me into. There was hardly any resistance maltepe escort left in me; hardly any masculine confidence to counter-act the coercion and humiliation I had fallen victim to. I couldn’t disobey. I was Rebecca’s naive little girlfriend. She was in charge of me, and Dave was in charge of her. I was so clearly at the bottom of a sexual food-chain, and there was nothing I could do against the unanimous order of nature.Slowly and apprehensively, I slid off the couch to kneel on the floor with my girlfriend. She continued to play with his genitals as she gently coaxed me to come take her place between his knees. All the while the half naked man on the couch leaned back and relaxed, seemingly unconcerned with our dealings – as if it made no difference to him whether she was servicing him or I was. To him, it seemed my girlfriend and I were both equally suitable sexual partners; both smaller than him, both submissive to his desires, both utterly feminine and pretty. He saw me as a girl and nothing more. I was between his knees now, with Rebecca next to me. She took my quivering hands and moved them towards the giant throbbing penis. My little hands were dwarfed by the alpha’s cock. My girlfriend guided both of my hands to the leathery shaft and and instructed me to stroke up and down, softly. I followed her degrading orders without argument. I felt dissociated and couldn’t speak a single word. She coached me along until I was working at a rhythm that she approved of. Dave sat stoicly on the couch receiving a handjob from a little crossdressing sissy. I felt numb and compliant, as if I had been hypnotized or d**gged.When Rebecca was satisfied with my technique she instructed me to continue pleasuring him while she got up, leaving me alone on my knees, servicing an older man’s cock. She walked over to the radio and scanned the airwaves for some dance music. Then she began moving her beautiful curvy body to the beat. My girlfriend was dancing in her underwear, and not only was I unable to become erect, I was stroking another man’s cock. This is not a situation that I would ever want to be in, but somehow the two of them had lured me into it. I couldn’t help but gawk at the erotic movement of Rebeccas’s hips. Her thong panties showed off her ass, just like my panties did mine, only she had much more to show off than I did. I got lost watching her jiggle and gyrate to the music. I was deeper under her spell than ever before, and that really says something.Chapter 20: A sissy’s jobSuddenly, Dave snapped his fingers and brought me back to reality. He ordered me to focus on his cock. Humiliated and intimidated, I averted my gaze from my half naked girlfriend and continued humbly massaging the alpha male’s rigid erection. I felt so small and powerless. If I had any ego left at all, I would have got up and left the whole scenario, but alas they had both slowly wittled down my pride until I had no will power at all. Couldn’t even remember my life as a boy. Rebecca and Dave had made it so obvious that I’m meant to be a girl. I was Steph, and I could never be anything else. I continued feverishly working on the powerful cock in front of me while stealing glances of my girlfriend as she put on her sexy show. I longed for her morr than ever, but I knew in my heart that she was performing for his eyes, not mine.This nightmare of jelousy and humiliation turned up a notch when Dave uttered the words “Get ready sissy”. When she heard this, Rebecca ceased her dancing and came over to kneel beside me. She put her hands on mine and controlled how fast and how tightly I pleasured her friend. She seemed to be an expert at handling large dicks and I wondered where she acquired this expertise. It certainly wasn’t from dating me. As the alpha male came visibly closer to orgasm, she began to whisper in my ear”You’re my sissy slave. You’re going to be a good sissy for me, right baby?” I nodded feverishly as I knelt in erotic servitude to her alpha male friend. “Good girl. And you know what a sissy does when she makes a Real Man cum right?” I shook my head naively. I didn’t know what she was talking about. Rebecca informed me “A sissy always swallows. You have to swallow all his cum for me. That’s your job as my sissy.” I shook my head and begged her not to make me do that. Wasn’t it bad enough that she’d made me wear panties, lingerie and makeup with Dave around? Wasn’t it bad enough that I’d watched her pleasure his cock while mine stayed locked in chastity? Wasn’t it bad enough that I was now on my knees giving a handjob to a guy who’s clearly trying to get with my girlfriend? Why did she want to humiliate me like this?”Listen to your girlfriend, sissy.” Dave arrogantly interjected. “She knows whats best for you. Do what she says.” I felt ganged up on. The two of them were always teaming up against me. I felt tears well up in my heavily mascara’d eyes. I managed to keep from fully crying, but I did whimper pathetically. I looked at Rebecca pleadingly. She took my face in her hands lovingly and kissed my forehead, before moving my face closer to Dave’s throbbing penis. She pushed my head closer and closer to the shiny tip of his long shaft. I was beyond horrified but I barely had any strength to resist. They had worn me down. They seemed to be in unanimous agreement; my role in this lust-triangle was to be submissive and feminine. Dave had power over Rebecca, and she had absolute power over me. I had no recourse. They had been pushing and manipulating me into feeling like an inferior, subservient sissy boy, and I was starting to cave in and accept my fate. My ‘girlfriend’ was now holding my head in place with one hand while she pressed his big cock against my lips with the other.”Open your mouth, Steph. Be a good sissy for me.” I reflexively tried to cry out ‘Why?!’ but as soon as my lips parted, she forced my open mouth down onto his rigid cock. The smooth dome of his tip pushed past my lips and teeth to fill the front of my mouth. Rebecca held my head in place on his cock, preventing me from escaping the degrading act. I was still pumping his shaft with both hands – I didn’t dare stop, lest I anger them both. “Good girl” Rebecca whispered to me “He’s going to cum in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow all of it. Don’t spill one drop, or we’ll keep you locked up for a month”. I was petrified at the prospect of swallowing this man’s cum (especially in front of my girlfriend) but I was even more distraught by the thought of being locked in chastity for a whole month. I was also disturbed by her use of the word “we”. As in, her AND Dave would be keeping me locked up for a month. Dave now had a role in my chastity and my punishment? He had a legitimate role in Rebecca’s domination of me? I had been thinking of him as an unwelcome third wheel, but that one little two letter word made it seem like he was a full, valid member of our relationship. I was fine with being dominated by my girlfriend behind closed doors, but being dominated by Rebecca AND her Alpha Male companion no longer felt like a fun kinky dynamic between a loving couple. No, having him involved (especially as a dominant overlord) seemed more like Rebecca was HIS girlfriend, and I was just their humble slave. After all, she seemed more concerned with his sexual needs than mine. She definitely respected him more than she did me. And she seemed to always take his side over mine. Hell, she had dressed me up like a girl for him and she was about to force me to swallow his cum. All this time I had been worrying that he was trying to steal her from me, but maybe he already had a long time ago. Maybe she was never really mine at all.As these horrible revelations swept over me, I felt the huge penis begin to convulse in my little hands. I tasted a hint of something salty on my tongue. Rebecca tightened her grip on the back of my neck and told me once more to get ready. Unexpectedly, Dave put both his hands on my head pushed me down just a little further, forcing his massive cock past my tongue and leaving nothing between his urethra and my throat. I felt a squirt of something warm and sticky, and I had no choice but to swallow it to keep from choking. When I realized what it was, I instinctively tried to pull my head away to safety, but his strong hands prevented any backing out. I continued my labored stroking, and he continued to deposit tablespoon after tablespoon of cum, straight from his cock to my stomach. Rebecca now stood back and giggled diabolically while I suffered through my oral ordeal. She must have had a perfect view of me in my stockings and panties, kneeling between Daves big strong legs, my lips sealed around his impressive manhood while he emptied his balls into my mouth. She watched the whole thing and giggled. I knew in my heart that she didn’t see me as her boyfriend anymore. And I also knew that Dave now had some unspoken ownership of me. My fears were all coming true; the two of them had something going on, and I was just their little plaything now.

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