Every Day

I walked into the study, crossed my ankles, lifted the hem of my maid's uniform, and gave a curtsey. My wife smiled proudly while the man she sat with, the man with an arm around her, a hand on her thigh, snorted. "You weren't kidding, were you?" he asked her.

"I told you she's more feminine than you imagined."

"God, I assumed, I mean...I never thought..."

"That she'd be pretty? It wasn't overnight, mind you, this is the result of more than a year of feminization."

"What about, you know..."

"A bulge? Is that all men think about is cock? Sissy, how long has it been since you've been permitted to swell?"

I swallowed. "Six...six months, Ma'am," I said.

I saw his eyes go wide at the thought of six months without an erection, six months without orgasm. If my wife was to be believed, he hated six hours without, let alone six months. "You're serious?"

"Completely," my wife said.

"Six months, how can..."

"She's not a man, lover, she doesn't think the way you do."

"So he..."

"She," my wife corrected.

"She doesn't want to...cum?"

"My goodness, of course she wants to cum; she wants to cum more than anything in the world. That's kind of the whole point, though, sissies do not cum. They want to, but may not. That's how they are controllable."

I stood there, hands on the hem of my dress, ankles still crossed, listening. She was right, there was nothing I wanted more than to be released and permitted to cum. Nothing. But she was equally right that my inability to do so made me do anything she asked, anything.

"So she's perpetually horny?" he asked, understanding.

"Every minute of every day. Want a blowjob? Just order one."

"She's gay?" he gasped.

"No, lover, of course not. But she's horny every minute of every day. She'd give you a blowjob not because she likes men, she'll give you a blowjob because she's so aroused, anything sexual turns her on."

"You're serious?"

"Let's take out your cock and see," she smiled, reaching for him.