Who Has A Little Willy????

My partner has been seeing a friend of ours for some time now,he is unaware that i no that there sleeping together, being a little willy cuckold it turns me on hugely, ive always wanted her to tell him what i am but she hasn't as of yet,she's a bit nervous i think as we both know him, that was until Sunday night when the pair of them went out to watch the football ⚽️, she told him i wasn't to well,they spent the whole evening in the pub and when she due home i received a text saying I'm back at his place, im going to be staying out a while longer,she also said shall i let him fuck me cuckold??? I was so excited and turned on i replied straight away with a big yes please 🙏, she replied well message my phone saying hi there,I'm a little cuckold who can't satisfy her,please can you show her how a real man does it,she replied good boy,now sit and wait until I'm home, I sat waiting my heart pounding, she returned completely satisfied and excited, i asked did you show him my text??? She just laughed and said what do you think cuckold, we cuddled all night and it was amazing, she still won't answer me with a yes or a no but when i ask she just smiles and giggles at me,this is one night I'm never going to forget, plus I'm really nervous about next time i see this friend as I've no idea if he now knows xxxx

Knickers

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A Bedwetter Gets the Chastity He Deserves

At last, after many months of frustration, I have finally found a lasting solution to the vexing problem I had with my sissy husband, Bob. That solution was the Holy Trainer in the Nano size.

I can now proudly say that I finally have him exactly where I want him and he is now erection- and orgasm-free.

Allow me to provide a little background.

You see, Bob is a chronic bedwetter.

I decided early on, that the best way to handle it was to keep him in diapers and plastic panties at night. I would pin him into his pampers every night, and then change him out of the sopping wet ones the next morning. However, since that seemed to do little to deter his wetting, I eventually decided to punish him by making him wear them during the day as well.

This was terribly embarrassing for him, as he often had to waddle around in front of my friends, many of which like to tease him about his emasculating, toddler attire. He is required to stand there submissively, and endure their humiliating comments as they squeeze his fat, diapered bottom and check to see if he's wet. This is made all the worse by the cute, babyish plastic panties I have him wear--all in soft, prissy pastels and colorful nursery prints.

Bob's transformation from proud husband and man of the house, to a sissy baby in diapers didn't happen overnight, but rather gradually, over the course of about a year. During that time, I moved him out of our bedroom and into the spare room so I wouldn't have to smell his pee-soaked diapers all the time.

I had his new room converted bit by bit into a baby's nursery, complete with an adult-sized crib, playpen, rocking horse, and changing table--basically, everything a toddler still wetting his diapers would need, plus a few items deliberately chosen to humiliate him. Bob soon acquired a vast wardrobe of plastic and rubber panties, diapers, and many sissy dresses and outfits.

I guess you could say that in taking control over a big, incontinent toddler, I had to say goodbye to my husband.

This was all achieved surprisingly easy, as Bob has always been something of a passive, mild-mannered sissy. His weak will and lack of backbone has always allowed myself and others to push him around.

By contrast, I've always had a dominant personality and right from day one, I forced him to defer to my rules and decisions.

In retrospect, I suppose it was inevitable that he would find himself in diapers and plastic panties and ruled over by his superior wife.

Ever since our first days together, I found sex with Bob to be a terrible disappointment.

Unfortunately, I had 'saved myself for marriage', so it wasn't until it was too late that I discovered his pathetic "skills" in bed, to say nothing of his tiny little penis. Sadly, even when fully erect, Bobby's "manhood" does not measure beyond two inches. To be honest, when I first saw it--I just laughed and laughed--I'd never seen anything like it since my babysitting days with children.

The first few times we tried to have sex, he got so excited, he came almost immediately, leaving me high and dry. In my anger and frustration, I rewarded him with a trip over my knee and good dose of my hairbrush, firmly applied to his bare, sissy bottom.

It was clear Bobby was never going to live up to my standards as a lover, so I decided then and there to find a real man that could satisfy my needs. He didn't like it, but just as in everything else in our relationship--he had absolutely no say in the matter.

I was going to have a lover and he was just going to have to deal with it.

On those nights that I had a date, I'd take special care with my hair and makeup and choose my sexiest outfit. I enjoyed teasing Bobby--telling him how a real man would soon be satisfying me and taunting him while in my lingerie as I bragged about my boyfriends. Bobby would fidget and whine, consumed with jealousy as he stared hungrily at my big breasts in their revealing, low cut tops and the generous cleavage I was showing between.

"That's not for you, sissy," I'd tell him, wagging my perfectly manicured finger at him in denial.

Then I'd take Bobby to his nursery, change his diapers, give him a bottle of warm milk, and tuck him into his crib for an early bedtime.

That done, I'd go out for a wonderful night of sex and multiple orgasms with the man of my dreams--whoever he happened to be that month.

This went on for a while with no issues but then a problem cropped up I hadn't considered.

First, I noticed Bobby would always get an erection whenever I changed his diapers. It struck me as both laughable and ludicrous--his tiny, two inch pee-pee standing straight up like a crayon as I powdered and pinned him into his soft, fluffy diapers. This was all the more galling, since I had decided on diapers as a solution for his bedwetting--not for his sexual arousal.

Clearly--the little sissy was enjoying his humiliating pampers, despite the fact that I had cut him off from sex with me.

Further, I knew he was using his cozy diapers to masturbate with every chance he got. Rather than standing up for his marital rights, he had bowed to my superior will and spinelessly accepted his inferior role, both as a diaper-wetting sissy, and now as my cuckold. And instead of trying to prove he was a man in the bedroom--he instead saw his diapers as an opportunity for his perverse, sexual gratification.

When I explained my frustrations to my girlfriend, she was only too happy to help, and she advised me to immediately get him fitted for a very secure chastity device--preferably one in pink if I could find it.

This, I have done, and when the Holy Trainer arrived via FedEx, I smiled with immense satisfaction as I examined the restrictively short, stubby tube his little penis would soon be occupying permanently.

That day also happened to be date night and when I pulled his diapers down that evening, I smiled again as I introduced Bobby to his new friend.

"Now your little sissy penis will be all safe and secure, permanently locked up where it can't be naughty anymore," I told him cheerfully.

"Also, this will prevent you from being able to get an erection and put an end, once and for all, to your daily masturbating," I explained to him as I pulled his little package through the irregular pink ring.

Bobby squirmed and whimpered, seeing his last avenue of pleasure about to be locked away forever.

"I hope your last orgasm in your diapers was a good one, because it was the last one you'll ever have," I told him with a smug smile as I slipped the short tube over his little shaft, compressing it inside until the two parts were mated.

Inserting the long, unique key, I rotated it, locking the device in place and ensuring his little nub would never again grow beyond an inch.

"Don't you just love the pretty pink color? It's perfect for a bedwetting sissy like you," I said as I began sprinkling baby powder over his newly caged package.

Bobby bunched his fists and bit his lip but he knew better than to actually stand up to me. His wooden paddle was only a couple feet away and he knew I wouldn't hesitate to use it if he got fussy with me.

Since that day, a wonderful, satisfying sense of calm has settled over the house. Well--for me, anyway.

I no longer see his little pee-pee sticking up when I change his diapers--it's securely stuffed nice and snug inside his short, pink chastity tube.

And now I have the absolute certainty he can no longer enjoy his thick, cushiony pampers for masturbation anymore. Instead, the little pantywaist is kept horny and frustrated--just as he should be, and just as I was, for the first year of our marriage.

He doesn't see his soft, fluffy diapers as a source of pleasure anymore--instead, they are a constant, humiliating reminder of his sissy status and of the days when he was able to freely rub the front of them to a dizzying orgasm.

I've told him that bedwetting sissies don't need orgasms like real men do and that he can get used to a life of complete and total chastity.

THE END

Fantastic story

Alison

I had just graduated high school and started dating Alison, she had just finished her junior year. She was a cheerleader and very sexy. I would go to her house nearly every night. We would lye in bed together as closely as possible for hours, kissing and touching and talking and watching television. We would eventually have sex and I would go home. We would go out to dinner on special occasions and to all the family events together. 

After she graduated she went to university in Detroit, we lived in the suburbs of Detroit so it was a short drive to her school. She remained a cheer leader in U of D and lived on campus with her good friend in the dorms. 

I still lived with my parents and after her first year she stayed with me in my room for the summer. 

One night we were lying together in my bed, she was on top of me, fully clothed with her legs spread. She kissed me very nicely, it was wet and sexy. She stopped and looked in my eyes. She said she had something to tell me, I just looked in her eyes. Then she blurted out that she had sex with Michael. 

I asked her who Michael was and she told me he was a basket ball player on the team at the U.  I asked her when and she told me they did it a bunch of times. I started getting really angry and breathing heavily and she squeezed me and kissed my neck and ear and pushing herself into me. 

She whispered sorry and I love you in my ear as she kissed it. I asked her if she loved him and she said she loved him but not in the way she loved me. I asked her in what way does she love me and she said she loved me in a get married and have a family and live happily ever after kind of way. 

When I asked her how she loved him she whispered, “With him it was just sex…” in my ear and kept kissing my ear and my neck. I asked her if she liked having sex with him and again she whispered in my ear, “Yes I like having sex with him.” 

Me: Why do you like having sex with him?

Alison: (She whispered) He’s black.

Me: What does that mean?

Alison: He’s got a big one. (she whispered as she humped me)

Me: Is bigger better?

Alison: Yes, (she kissed my lips) much better.

Me: What’s better about it?

Alison: (She smiled) It gives me orgasms. 

Me: Do I give you orgasms?

Alison: No. Well sometimes.

Me: Sometimes?

Alison: Yes but with him I have multiple orgasms.

Me: Every time?

Alison: Yes, every time.

Me: How many?

Alison: Like four or five...

Me: You have four or five orgasms every time you have sex with him?

Alison: (she laughed) Yes.

Me: So why don’t you marry him?

Alison: Because I don’t love him, I love you.

Me: But I don’t give you five orgasms.

Alison: No but I love you.

She started kissing my neck again and humping herself on me. 

Me: Where do you guys do it?

Alison: In my dorm room or his. 

She got off me and laid next to me, she unzipped my pants and pulled it out and started slowly stroking it. 

Me: What are you doing? I thought you didn’t like having sex with me.

Alison: (laughs) I like having sex with you, it makes me feel close to you. 

Me: But I don’t give you orgasms.

Alison: No, not usually. 

She stopped stroking me, got back on top of me and started kissing me again and grinding herself on me.

Me: You really hurt me.

Alison: I’m sorry I hurt you. 

Me: Are you going to do it again?

She didn’t say anything, she just kept kissing me? 

Me: Are you going to stop?

She stopped kissing my lips, she gently kissed my ear and whispered, “I don’t want to stop having sex with him.”

Me: Then we can’t be together.

Alison: Why not?

Me: I don’t like it.

Alison: I think you do like it, (she whispered in my ear) I think you like that I am having sex with Michael. 

Me: I don’t like it. 

Alison: You’re hard and you can’t stop humping me and throbbing, I can feel it. 

I started breathing hard and she whispered in my ear. 

Alison: Grab my ass.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed and pushed myself against her. 

Alison: Picture Michael’s hands on my ass, squeeze my ass. 

I did.

Alison: Oh yeah, you love it. 

Me: I don’t. 

Alison: You’re so hard, I want you to picture his big cock in my hand, ohoooo I feel you throbbing. 

Me: No.

Alison: Picture his big cock on my mouth. 

Me: I pulled her against me hard. 

Alison: I think you are going to cum. (she whispered in my ear)

Me: I’m not going to cum.

Alison: Picture his big cock sliding into and stretching my pussy.

I humped her hard and throbbed a bunch of times. She reached down with her had to see if I had cum on myself, it was dry. 

Alison: You’re getting close. I want you to picture me screaming as I orgasm on his big cock. 

Me: What happens after you have an orgasm. 

Alison: He doesn’t stop. He just keeps on pumping me hard. 

Me: And then what?

Alison: Then I have another orgasm.

Me: Then what?

Alison: He just keeps on going. 

Me: And you cum again?

Alison: I do, over and over and over again. 

Me: Then what?

Alison: Eventually he cums inside me, just like you do, only it’s a lot more cum.

Me: More cum.

Alison: Yes, he cums like a fire hose, his first spurt is more than all of  your spurts put together and he spurts like 12 times. He fills me up and then he cums all over my ass or my tits and my face. You should see it.

Me: You want me to watch?

Alison: Yes I do. You could jerk your little dick in the corner.

I squeezed her so hard I thought I broke her back, my cock started spurting more than it ever had over and over and over, I was grunting and squeezing. 

Alison: Too bad you weren’t inside me, that was hot. 

Me: Oh my god. 

She laughed. 

Alison: I’m sorry, I just made you cum telling you about Michael fucking me. 

Me: That’s not nice. 

Alison: (Laughing) No it’s not but I am really happy. 

Me: Why is that?

Alison: Because now I know you love that I’m having sex with Michael. 

Me: No I don’t!

Alison: There’s a puddle of cum on your stomach that says you do. 

I was silent. 

Alison: I love you. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: Tell me you love me. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: Say it. 

Me: I love you.

Alison: Tell me you will never leave me. 

Me: I will never leave you. 

Alison: Good boy. 

Me: Tell me you will never leave me.

She kissed me hard. “I will never, ever leave  you.”

She whispered in my ear, “I want  you to go down on me.”

I started pulling her up to me. 

Alison: Wait, hold on. 

She took her pants and underwear off and slid her pussy in my cum puddle and moved it all around and then she crawled up to my face and grinded her self on my face until she came. 

She climbed back down and rested her head on my chest. Once she caught her breath she gave me a kiss and asked me if I was okay. 

Me: No secrets.

She hesitated. 

Me: No secrets.

Alison: Okay, no secrets. 

Me: Nothing behind my back. 

Alison: So you do want to watch. 

Me: I just need to know. 

Alison: Okay. I’m going to text him. 

Me: I want to see it. 

Alison: Okay. 

The text message looked like this;

Alison: I told William about us

Michael: What did he say?

Alison: He was angry but we talked it out

Michael: And?

Alison: He’s okay with it

Michael: Good

Alison: I think he might even watch

Michael: Fine with me. Did he cum?

Alison: Yes

Michael: I told you

Alison: You were right

Michael: I would have cum too if I were him

Alison: yum

Michael: When can I see you again? Tonight?

Alison: We are having dinner with his parents tonight, how about tomorrow?

Michael: How about after dinner?

Alison: Tomorrow

Michael: Okay, my place, is he coming?

She looked at me and I nodded. 

Alison: Yes

Michael: What time?

Alison: 8?

Michael: See you then, 

Alison: kissy

Michael: I might let him clean up my mess

Alison: Yummy 

Me: What does that mean?

Alison: It’s like what we just did.

Me: What do you mean?

Alison: You go down on me.

Me: With his cum?

Alison: Yes.

Me: No way!

Alison: I think you might like it. 

Me: No way. Gross.

Alison: I think you are going to like it. 

Me: I’m not doing that.

Alison: What if it’s what I want?

Me: You want me to lick his cum from your pussy?

Alison: Maybe

Me: I’m not doing that. 

Alison: I do what you want, you should do what I want and the more we talk about it the more I think I want you to do it. 

I was silent. 

Alison: You’re going to do it. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: And you’re going to like it. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: You are going to beg me for it. 

I started getting hard. 

Alison: I am going to make you beg for it. 

She felt me getting hard. 

Alisonr: See, I told you you would like it. Besides, Michael’s cum tastes good. You’ll see. 

I was silent. 

We jumped in the shower and got ready for dinner. 

That night in bed I could not keep my hands off her. I gave her an orgasm with my fingers and again with my tongue and again with my fingers. Then she started stroking me and put herself under me with her legs spread wide. She told me to she wanted me inside her so I slid it in her pussy. 

I started pumping her and she asked me if it was in and I said yes. She laughed and said, “Oh you’re so small compared to Michael I can’t even feel you.”

Her words brought me immediately to the edge and she could tell. 

Alison: You like that don’t you? You like when I tease you don’t you Tiny?

That made me moan and thrust hard. 

Alison: Come on Tiny, fuck me with that little dick! Harder! So I can feel it.

I came while she was saying that. I must not have lasted a minute. 

Alison: (laughing) I can’t feel it did you cum?

Me: Yes

Alison: Awe, you came so fast! 

Me: Yeah (breathing heavily)

Alison: It’s a good thing you have fingers and a tongue. (she laughed)

Me: You don’t have to be so mean. 

Alison: Oh but I do, it’s what turns you on. You love it. See? I give you what you need and want. 

Me: Thank you. 

Alison: You’re welcome, now get that tongue down there. 

I went down on her and licked up my own cum as I always have, until she came. 

The next night I drove us to Michael’s house. 

I was shaking when we entered his place, I expected him to be mean and degrading but he was very kind and empathetic. He shook my hand and then gave me a hug. He was very tall. 

Alison got us beers from the fridge and we all sat down on this L-shaped couch. I drank the beer very quickly and she got up to get me another one. 

Not mine but we'll worth a listen if you have little willy

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