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{ASSM}Deirdre Homage (Muse). "Sucker" by Vickie Tern, TG, Femdom,
humiliation, Wife, F/M M/M. 


                             iv.

On Monday I went in and reported on my sales trip to the boss.  She
was so pleased with the new customers I'd developed and with the
size of their orders that she told me to take two weeks off as a
bonus, then for another week or so just check up on them by phone
and fax, from home, as necessary.  

"Just so they know we care," she said.  "In another month maybe I'll 
want to send you out again for an even longer period.  But I don't 
want to wreck your home life, you're too valuable to us.  We don't 
want to risk anything that might demoralize you or your wife.  So stay
home now, and work from home for the present.  You've earned it!" 

I assured her that my home life has never been better.  I was
feeling just great!

Debby was absolutely thrilled when I told her at dinner about my
two weeks of paid leave followed by time spent at home.  At yogurt,
I guess I should say.  We were seated in the dining doom, eating a
cup each by candlelight.  I was twisting my spoon to make it last,
and thinking about maybe sneaking another extra milkshake from the
powder in the pantry after Debby retired for the night.  Though I'd
certainly be retiring with her, so we could spend another night
tangled together.  "That's perfect!" she said.  "Two weeks leave,
and then work from home!  Perfect!  I'll book a few days at the
Avalon Resort in the mountains for your birthday, that's exactly a
month from now.  And I'll take three weeks of the vacation time I'm
due, and I'll re-schedule myself for the last week.  Because now we
have the time we need to prepare you and then do it!"

"Prepare me for what?" I asked.  "Do what?"

"Prepare you to do what you said you'd do!  Surely you haven't
forgotten!  I asked Bruce today, and he's agreed!  He'll do it with
you whenever we feel ready, though he's set a few conditions. 
He'll be away for the next two weeks and he has other plans for
when he gets back, but luckily he's free from Friday all through
the Sunday of your birthday weekend.  So that's when we'll do it.
It's a shame you won't meet and get to know each other first, but
there'll be time enough.  We'll go to the Resort and I'll
introduce you there, and then when you're feeling familiar and
comfortable with each other you two can get it on to your heart's
content.  All weekend long if you like.  No fuss and no mess!"

"Get it on?  In only a month?  For a whole weekend?  I thought this
was for fifteen minutes!"  I was a little shocked.  I realized I
was thinking my upcoming loss of masculinity was like a major
operation, or like some extensive dental procedure, something to be
dreaded and put off, yet also something best done as quickly as
possible.  

"We've got a lot to do before then, Sam.  We've barely four weeks
to get you ready.  But then when you have a whole weekend to relax
with each other, you'll see, it'll be that much more enjoyable."

"A lot to do?  Do what?  Try not to think about it is what I mean
to do."

"Wrong, honey.  Just the reverse is what you'll need to do.  To
think about nothing but the Big Day!  Because when it happens, if
you're to be the way you'll want me to be, you'll have to feel
three things.  Horny, experienced, and desirable.  That'll take
most of our time between now and then.  The weeks you've got off
are just barely enough!"

Debbie was now looking at me with a determined gleam in her eye. 
I'd seen it a few times before, and I knew that there was no
stopping her in that state of stubborn certainty.  And she'd been
so pleased with me, and so ... rewarding, that I didn't want to
object to any of her plans.  "Yes.  But explain, please," was all
I dared say.

"Baby, you've got talent, I know that from watching you with that
banana, when you didn't have any feeling for it at all but I could
swear you were making passionate love to it.  And what you did with
my thumb the next morning clinched it.  And since then, whenever
you've found one of my fingers or toes -- don't think I haven't
noticed.  Well, this time you'll be making really passionate love
to a man's penis.  Something you're reluctant to do, I know. 
Something you've been conditioned and cautioned and inhibited
against ever since you were a little boy.  That's not easily
overcome!  But we want it done right, and done right the first
time!  Bruce will expect it.  You agree?"

"Yes," I said.  Because what else could I say? 

"So first of all, we need to help you feel eager to do it.  No
inhibitions!  Keen, really avid.  So there'll be no more sex with
me from now on, not until you've performed with Bruce
satisfactorily.  Is that agreed?"

"No more of everything we've been doing the last few days?"

"No more of any of it.  Not until afterward".

I decided to defer argument about that one.  "Debbie, what does
'satisfactorily' mean?  I mean to do what the video showed Stacy
doing, to the best of my ability.  That's all.  That's what we
agreed."

"Honey, Bruce agreed to be your partner sight unseen on my say so. 
And as you know, Bruce is a very special man.  He has no problem
finding the kinds of ... lovers he likes, and he takes on only
certain kinds.  Remember?  The kind that make the girls in our
office feel envious?  Well, when he agreed, he set certain
conditions, and I've told him there'll be no problem with them.  So
don't embarrass me by hedging at this late stage.  'Satisfactorily'
means he's satisfied.  He decides whether or not it's been done
right.  And he has very high standards."

This was appalling!  "Debbie," I said, "I agreed to suck Bruce's
cock so you'd be willing to suck mine now and then.  It's an odd
bargain, but it has a kind of logic, and it seems to be what you
need to dispel some sort of resentment that I want you to do it, so
I agreed, and that's what I agreed!  I certainly didn't agree to
serve as his Cock sucker-in-Training for some indeterminate period,
until he's finally willing to certify me!  That could take
forever!"

"I know.  It does look like an open-ended commitment, doesn't it? 
I can see why you're concerned.  You can see yourself kneeling in
front of him until you've gotten too old to see what's under your
nose and he's too old to remember.  Isn't that it?"

Debbie had an unerring ability to speak my mind when she chose to. 
And she was mocking me again, a little.  So I just smiled weakly
and nodded.

"But remember, I'll know.  I'll even be watching."

Somehow I hadn't considered that!  My wife would be there the
whole time?  She'd witness my humiliating submission?  She'd see
her man kissing the cock of another man!  That would change the way
she thinks about me altogether, for all time!  She'll never be able
to respect me as a man again, I thought.  Why does she want this? 

But then I realized that for Debbie, for some perverse reason, that
change in our relationship had already taken place in her mind,
just with my agreement to do it.  And that it was a huge change for
the better!  So I just nodded.  She went on.

"I've got the final determination.  If I see you dedicated to
pleasing him, and Bruce seems to me to be satisfied, then that's
what he is.  You'll have to satisfy me by what you do to him,
that's all.  That's what you'll want me to do with you, isn't it? 
Satisfy you?"

"Yes," I had to agree.  I didn't fully understand the implications
of what she'd just said, but it sounded reasonable.  Even so, this
somehow no longer sounded like our original agreement, and in
honesty I had to say so.  "I thought that just once would do it,
Debby.  Once is all it takes to make me a cock sucker.  One suck on
one cock and bingo, your straight husband is a pervert, a guy who
sucks cock.  And that's that!  Isn't that so?  Isn't that enough?"

"If that's all you want from me, baby.  But I think you want more
than that from me.  One suck doth not a satisfactory cock sucker
make, does it?  It takes technique and dedication.  You saw what
Stacy was doing, and even though it was only a banana you blew, you
know what's involved.  You'll want me to be a satisfactory cock
sucker for you too, won't you?  Isn't that so?"

"I guess."  I was beginning to be sorry I'd ever asked her to go
down on me. 

"And didn't we make this a quid pro quo?  I do what I'm not pleased
to do because you've already done what you're not pleased to do?"

"That's certainly true, yes."

"And we do it with our whole hearts?"

"Yes.  I guess."

"Then you'll do everything you can to satisfy him.  And he's a pro,
in a manner of speaking.  Oral sex is a big part of his sex life. 
So you'll have to meet some pretty high standards.  Do you
understand now?"

"Yes.  I think."  Why was it that everything simple I agreed to
became complicated once Debbie explained it?                      
                                          

"That means among other things you'll really have to *want* to
satisfy him.  Really be eager to please him!  That cock will have
to be the only thing in your life when you take it into your mouth,
and his happiness your only happiness.  You'll have to be sincere,
in other words.  Because he'll be able to tell.  That's what I
meant by 'horny'."

"How do I get to want to do with him what I want you to do with
me?"

"Don't worry, honey, I'll help.  I have some ideas, even apart from
the main ones, and all of them are meant to get you feeling as hard
up as I can get you.  So you'll dedicate your whole soul to him, if
only to get back in bed with me!"

No deferring that issue any longer!  "*Back* in bed?  We really
won't even be sleeping in the same bed?"

Instead of answering, she reached for my cock.  It was still in my
pants, but it firmed up as soon as she began to squeeze it, then
stood solid as a rock.  She began to stroke it.  It throbbed.  

"Mmmmmmm!  That's nice!  But now I'll leave you like this.  Horny,
eager to give in order to get."  She took her hand away.  "See?"

This was cruel!  But this was a new Debbie, too, and I can't say I
wasn't responsible!  "Debbie!" I pleaded.  "I've really been
looking forward to tonight, to more of what we've done all weekend.

"No, not even to help you make a mess in your panties now, lover. 
Not until you're my sweet, certified cock sucker.  That's when I'll
be yours!"

"Well, you've sure taken care of the motivation part of this deal,"
I said, already feeling frustrated.  "No sex with you until I can
please this Bruce of yours, or at least convince you I've done it."

"Sam, lets be very clear about this.  You won't please Bruce until
you really and truly want to please Bruce.  A satisfied Bruce has
to be your most ardent desire, your whole purpose in life.  You'll
need to love him sincerely, devotedly, totally!  It's more than
just a matter of behaving a certain way.  Any whore can fake
desire.  You'll have to mean it!  Do you really want to satisfy
him?"

"No, frankly.  This is for you, not for him.  But if you want me
to, I'm willing to try."

"All right.  It's a beginning.  But we have a lot of work ahead of
us.  Teaching you how to want to please a man!"

"What kind of work?"  This had started out as a brief ordeal to be
lived through and forgotten.  Now it was beginning to look like a
lifetime employment.

"For one thing, giving you pride in your abilities.  Sophisticated
skills.  Improving your techniques.  Getting enough experience with
cocks and with sucking on them so you're comfortable and familiar
with their different shapes and how they feel."  She paused.  I
could tell what that pause meant.  Then it came.  "Learning how
different men respond differently to different approaches, until
the right techniques become second nature.  So you'll know
instinctively what to do with Bruce's penis when the time comes." 

I looked at her.  I had no idea what my facial expression was
telling her, but I saw hers settle into a hard, unyielding mask.
anticipating my objections and ready to stick by her statement. 
"Different men?" was all I asked.

"You know perfectly well what I said," she replied coldly.  "Bruce
gave me the name of a bar where you can get a lifetime of
experience in only one night, if you're diligent and use
your time well."

"This was to have been only one cock, one time," I reminded her
solemnly.

"A big league cock," she replied.  "You aren't even a bush leaguer,
yet.  Sam, I don't hear enthusiasm in your voice.  I don't see you
leaning forward toward all the challenges.  You aren't eager to
learn this new skill and learn to enjoy your virtuosity!  You told
me you'd come to the realization that it's an art form!"

"When I was watching Stacy cock suck Chuck," I corrected her.
"She's the artist.  I'm not."

"You will be.  You'll have to be, won't you?  Just think of it this
way.  We're sending you to art school to bring out whatever talent
you've got.  You supply the dedication.  Talent is a gift.  I
really do hope you've got it.  I really don't want to lose this new
you.  The last few days have been the happiest of my life, Sam. 
And the most promising."  

I had nothing to say.  I had, after all, initiated this whole
thing, and I had agreed to go first.  What I was willing to do was
a done deal.  The only remaining questions were how good did I have
to be, and how would I get that way.  And the answers to those were
settled in Debbie's mind.  I had no alternative ideas.  I had to go
with Debbie's.

"They've been the happiest for me too,"  I replied.  Debbie's face
relented, and she smiled almost gratefully.  "Worth it.  Worth
whatever they need to cost me!" I added.  In for a penny, I
thought, in for a pound.  "Worth anything!"

At that she flew into my arms.  I held her close.  I kissed her
face everywhere I could reach, when she had stopped sobbing her joy
into my shoulder.  I was consoling her!  Amazing!  My cock began to
harden again.  Better not, I thought.  Not if somehow I have to
work up a strong desire to suck off Bruce.  And a small voice in my
head now added, 'And lots of other guys first."  

Debbie felt my bulge and rubbed her belly against it.  "I love
you," she said simply.

"Must we do this?"  I asked her?

"That's why I love you," she added.  "Because you're willing to do
this.  You're incredible!" 

I had no reply to that.  "Anything else?"  I asked.  I hoped that
we were done.  I had a difficult few weeks ahead of me,
brainwashing myself to make love to a guy, more than one guy, a
whole saloonful of queers it looked like.

"Only one other thing.  It's something that'll make everything else
much easier," Debbie said.  "In fact it might even give you the
same kind of pleasure Stacy gets.  The kind I'll get, I hope, when
I finally go down on you, sweetheart."

She remained in my arms, hers arms around my neck as if she were
reluctant to let go.  I felt her breasts pressing against my chest,
warm and pillowy.  Her belly slid against my raging cock yet again. 
I couldn't help it, I pivoted my own hips ever so slightly up and
across its softness.  But she didn't pull away.  Her eyes looked
steadily into mine while she waited for me to ask.

"What other thing?" I asked.

"You'll need to look desirable to Bruce, or he won't be
interested."

"I'm not now desirable?  You said he agreed to do it!"

"Conditionally."

"What's the condition?"  How bad could it be, after everything else
I'd just heard.

"Sweetheart," she said, still watching my face while her belly slid
and rotated across my cock. "You remember what I told you about
Bruce's dates, those gorgeous girls who come to the office to meet
him when they're en route together to some cocktail bar and dinner
and who knows what else?

"The girls who are guys underneath.  Or used to be guys.  Yes, I
remember."  

She just continued to look at me, silent.  Did her mouth curl ever
so slightly?  She waited.  Finally I saw what she meant, and I felt
a surge of pure terror!

"No!!"  I said.  

"Yes!" she said.  "We'll need to make you over into one of those
girls."  And she closed her eyes and tightened her arms around my
neck, and pulled me down to her face, her red lips partly open. 
"You want what Bruce wants, and that's what Bruce wants.  I want it
too!  I want you to!  You'll need to, if you're to manage all the
rest!  You'll be a girl when you give him head, and that's why
you'll love it!  That's why you'll do it so well!  You'll be
sensational!  It'll be fabulous!  You'll be so beautiful, darling!"

And she covered my mouth with hers, and I felt her tongue thrust
into my mouth.  Her arms now clamped our faces together, her hands
on the back of my head, holding me immovable.  I could say nothing. 
I sucked instinctively on her tongue.  She pressed her belly closer
against me and rotated it inexorably, and I felt a slow rise of
desire and pleasure there.  I couldn't stop it.  My pleasure
overflowed!  Pure joy!  And my penis erupted!  Spasms!  Bliss!

I couldn't help myself!  I came!  My cock throbbed against her
belly and pumped cum into my underwear.  I was sure she could feel
me pulsing, maybe even feel the wet spot slowly spreading out, yet
she never stopped pressing her belly snug against me.  It was odd,
that orgasm into my pants.  A feeling of fulfillment yet impotence,
of filling an erotic need and yet emptying one, of squirting at
random, of rapturous discharge into ... nothing.  She wanted me to
become a girl!  Is that what it would feel like?  Our kiss went on
and on.  Her belly slid on my softening prick.

Finally she eased the pressure of her arms on my neck just a
little, and I pulled away from her until our noses barely touched. 
In the afterglow of my climax I had come to a decision.  No way! 
This had gone too far.  I would have to break it to her.
                        
"I'm sorry!" I began, in a firm whisper.  I had to tell her that I
meant to bug out altogether.  This was the most precious darling
girl in the world, my wife, and I loved her past reckoning, and to
deepen and secure our relationship I was now reconciled to sucking
off her faggot office manager and first whoever else it took to
learn how to do the job right.  But no way was I going to become a
girl who was once a man!  My voice choked, and I was tearful, but
I had to say it!  "I never intended to go this far...," I began.

What would have happened if Debbie had understood what I was about
to say?  Did she in fact understand it but refuse to acknowledge
it?  I won't ever know now.  She interrupted what was to have been
my farewell speech with a speech of her own.

"It's all right, baby, it's all right!" she said consolingly, still
rubbing her belly against me.  "Don't be sorry!  Be glad!  I'm
really delighted that the idea excites you so much that your penis
explodes at the very thought!  It excites me too!  It's the most
exciting thing I can imagine!  My darling husband, my soul mate, my
partner for life, agreeing to look like a girl for me.  And live 
like one until it feels so natural he almost thinks that's what he 
is!  Giving up his manhood for me!  Because he wants to feel closer 
to me!  Did any man ever do such a thing for his wife before now?  
It's just awesome!"

"No, Debbie, that's not what ..." I started to say again, trying to
correct her.  But she took that as the answer to her question, and
continued as if I hadn't spoken at all.

"All right, apparently giving up his manhood!  That's an even
bigger sacrifice in some ways!  Doing whatever's necessary to seem
to be a real girl when she sucks off her man.  Not some sissy cock
sucker, not just one more queer, but to seem to be an actual
voluptuous girl, desirable and desiring!  And all because that's
what I want him to be!"

She looked me up and down, delighted.

"To please me!  Oh, sweetheart, it'll take weeks of hard work, but
I know you'll do it beautifully!  I can tell by the way you move to
my exercise tapes!  You're a born girl!  Or very nearly!  Don't be
sorry about soaking your undershorts, precious!  That's the last
time you'll ever wear those bulky things anyway.  We'll replace
them with beautiful, beautifully trim satin and nylon and lace
panties you'll prefer to wear by far, and you can cum into any of
those any time your darling heart desires!  That's what they'll be
for!  Or cum into me, through any opening your heart desires, when
all this is over!  And we'll buy you exquisite bras to match!  And
slips, and dresses, and ... everything!  You'll be stunning!  A
perfect girl!  You'll adore it!  And I'll adore you!"  

It was a filibuster.  No room to get words in edgewise.  She went
on and on, and not once did her hips pause in their slow rolling
against my crotch.  My prick never had a chance to lose its
tumescence.  It softened a little, then began growing again.

"Oh, it'll be so wonderful!  I do hope you'll learn to love being
a girl even after we're finished with Bruce, so we can do other
things together, go out together both of us and enjoy ourselves 
being two women out together, live our lives together...."

"Debbie!"  I tried again.  But she was lost.  She had drifted in
her imagination into another world where I was already a woman,
never letting go of me the whole time.  She held me tightly,
lovingly, around the neck.  I'd already agreed to give up a large
part of my manhood.  I'd agreed to become a cock sucker for her,
not just once for this one guy Bruce but for lots of others, to
train myself for the main event.  And psych myself up to *want* to
do it!  Would there be any of the old me left anyhow?  And what had
she said -- that if I was a girl the cock sucking part of it would
be much easier?  That was probably true.  When a girl goes down on
a man, she's even more of a girl, she doesn't lose any part of
herself.  Girls enjoy it!  They're completed by it!   Isn't that
what I'd argued to Debbie?  And now here Debbie was, her body
pressed against mine, her face turned up to mine, her red lips
moist and parted, her eyes closed, telling me the same thing. 
Waiting for my reply.  I kissed her.  And with that kiss I was
lost.

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