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Chatting With Cheshire by Throne
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Chatting With Cheshire by Throne
Chatting With Cheshire by Throne
Gia opened the video chat and was rewarded to see her husband Chet on the screen. He didn't look like his old self. Gone were the classy suits and power ties that he had worn as a wealthy investor. In their place was a satin baby-doll nightie, in champagne pink. It showed off his arms and upper chest, which were permanently without hair. She knew it was the same with his armpits and, most importantly, his public area. There was no hair anywhere below his eyebrows, and those has been thinned and shaped with professional skill. It was nice that there were such capable beauticians where he was now. What was the name of that place she had sent him to, so he could relieve the stress of being so rich? Dominika. A remote little region with such curious ways.
She said, "Hello, Chet. Sorry that I missed our last call. I've been so busy lately. I like the new color of your hair. That pale blond goes so well with your blue eyes."
He wore a desperate expression. "You have to help me, Gia. These people are insane. They won't listen to rational arguments. For some reason, they can't stop believing that I want what they're doing to me, having me dress and act girly and..." A shudder ran through him. "... making me do things I hate."
"You know," she said reasonably, "it's probably just a case of misinterpretation. When they saw the underwear I packed for you, so colorful and cut bikini-style, they got the wrong impression. On the other hand, from what they've told me, you took rather well to your new identity as... What was the name they gave you? Oh, yes. Cheshire. Like the cat. Let me hear a meow."
"Honey, this is serious. I'm a prisoner. They won't let me have my male clothes."
Turning serious, she reminded him, "I asked for a meow. Now be a dear and let me hear it."
He was struck silent. When he found his voice he took breath, tried to control his emotions, and gave her what she wanted.
"Meow."
"You can do better than that. You look feminine, so do some purring. Lick your paw. And when you speak, please try to match that to your image."
He sighed. Why wouldn't she listen? How could she believe that this madness was just a matter of misunderstanding? Surrendering to her wishes, Chet made the feline sound again, in a higher pitch. He repeated it once more, but drew it out this time, making it rise and fall. Then he brought up his hand. He wished his nails weren't manicured and painted with pink polish. Curling his fingers under, he ran his tongue over the back of the hand. Remembering what else she expected, he purred. Trying to anticipate anything else she might want to see, he turned his head, lowered his chin, and lapped at his shoulder.
Gia clapped with her hands close together, like a little girl. She was so lovely, with her sweet face and curvy figure. He wanted to be back with her and to enjoy her body as he had done in the past.
Assuming that he had gotten back into her good graces with his performance, he said, "I was thinking that you could try to get some government intervention."
"Honestly?" She shook her head. "I mean, how would that sound, if I called the State Department?" Pretending to be on the phone to some official, she said, "Hello. I need your help. I sent my husband on a luxury vacation and while he was away, he found out he likes to dress pretty and flounce around." In a confidential tone she added, "And I have strong suspicions that he got in touch with his sissy side enough that he's fooling around with the local men where he is." She displayed a questioning face. "Do you think they'd take that seriously? Of course not.
Lots of guys take sex vacations. To them, you'd be just one more." "But this isn't like that."
"Cheshire," she scolded mildly, "you forgot your sugary voice."
He made himself soften how he spoke and shift to a higher register. "I'm
sorry. I let myself get upset."
"Apology accepted. But use the body language you've been practicing. And make yourself sound like you look, the way I got you started on before."
He had to do whatever it took to get through to her, absurd as her demands were. Chet licked his lips. He fluttered his eyelashes. Positioning his hands on either side of his face and letting his wrists go limp, he told her, exhaling the words, "Well, honey, it's just been terrible for me. I mean, the men are so free with their hands. Always grabbing my buns. They talk dirty to me, in their limited English, and make me expose myself."
"Much better," she congratulated. "Speaking of showing off your body and everything, let me have a peek at your lock-up."
"Do I have to?" he whined.
"If the fellows keeping an eye on your get to see it all, why shouldn't I have the same right?"
It was terrible when she used that sort of twisted logic. Even so, he was backed into a corner. He stood up and pushed back his chair. She requested a curtsey, so he gave her a deep one. Then he showed his wife what she was eager to see. Raising the hem of his sexy sleepwear, he revealed the satin pettipants underneath. They had a pumpkin cut, which made them loose like bloomers, and there was lace trim around the leg- holes. In a miniature screen-witin-a-screen on the laptop in front of him, he could see that shameful garment. The embarrassed husband moved to get
himself centered in the frame. He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband. The lustrous sheen of the material mocked him.
"Don't be shy," his wife coaxed. "I haven't seen your new fashion accessory yet. Imagine how I've been anticipating this moment. The Big Reveal."
"Yes, dear. I understand." Simpering the sentence he assured her, "I've been soooo excited about showing it to you, sweetheart." He lisped the sybillant sounds that began several of those words.
Slowly, the undergarment came down. What was beneath was not only his crotch, denuded of hair. There was also what had been put on his penis. It was a pink plastic cock cage, with a small red padlock in the shape of a heart, that made sure he couldn't remove it.
Chet lost the last of his composure. It had been so difficult to have his dick imprisoned in that, compressed to the size of the end joint of his thumb. His member wasn't bigger than average in its natural state, but this was horrid. It left him insecure about his masculinity and frustrated from lack of sexual release. He didn't know how long it had been on because they never gave him access to calendars, physical or electronic. His lips quivered. He sniffled. All of a sudden he was weeping,with hot tears running down his cheeks. He dropped back onto his chair.
Gia said, "Aw, honeybunch. I can see you're grateful that they've given you access to the princess inside you. And it's obvious that you have a submissive streak about a mile wide. That's why you love having your little dingus in pecker prison. I'm so happy for you."
"What?" His features were twisted up from distress. "You're not listening. I don't want any of this."
"You're just having a bout of denial, Cheshrie. That's normal for someone who imagined they were a straight macho sort all along. You don't have to
lie to yourself anymore about your true identity. It's alright. I understand."
"No, no, no."
He had an exaggerated frown that was clownish. His nose had reddened from the crying, making him seem even more ridiculous. From her location, Gia hit a button. Abruptly, instead of her on his screen, there was himself.
He was confronted with what she had been seeing, with the pale blond hair that fell across his forehead and covered his ears, the narrow eyebrows, and now the mask of tragedy his breakdown had created.
After a few moments, he pulled himself together enough to be able to think straight. He decided to try a different approach.
"I know you miss me," he claimed, hoping to play on her sympathy. "Don't you want us back in bed together?"
"That's so thoughtful of you. But I'm not attracted to men in lingerie. I figured you'd have concerns about my physical needs. That's why I got in touch with your old buddy Jake." She said dreamily, "He's such a hunk."
"You can't be with him," Chet wailed, automatically maintaining his Cheshire persona. He flapped his hands uselessly. "You're married to me."
"Not exactly," she corrected. "There was a mix-up in some paperwork from where you are now. It's the funniest thing, but they repoted you as deceased. And I'm supposed to be a widow."
"I'm right here."
"And you're the prettiest sissy in the place." She gave him a bright smile. "So don't worry your little cupcake of a brain about me. I have full access to all your money. Plus, like I said, Jake is with me to take care of my..." She gave him an impish wink. "... carnal needs."
Before Chet could recover from that, someone else leaned into the picture. It was his friend who had replaced him in Gia's affections. She swiveled her chair to face Jake and he kissed her tenderly. His large hand squeezed her shoulder. Then they parted lips and faced Chet together.
"Hey, pal," said Jake. "You're sure cute now. If I was into getting sissy-sucked, you'd be my Saturday night special." He laughed goodnaturedly. "But I prefer women and Gia is more than enough of that for any guy."
They kissed again but with triple the passion. Jake actually had the audacity to put his hand on her breast and fondle it. She made no effort to resist.
In a soprano whisper, Chet said, "You're cheating on me."
"Can it be called cheating?" she asked. "Aren't you doing whatever tickles your fancy with the men you're with?"
"That's what I was trying to make you understand before. They force me to perform those sickening acts. You know I'm not like that."
"I know you only dress in hot stuff like what you've got on now. Whose attention are you trying to attract with those fairy fashions? It's like how I've bought some bras with cut-outs over the nipples and panties with open crotches. Those are guaranteed to light the fire in any man's loins." She turned toward Jake. "Isn't that true, lover?"
"Damn right, it is," he said with a leer.
"So," Gia concluded, "I'm only doing what you did first, Cheshire."
He had never had control of this conversation. The chances of him gaining that were slipping ever further away. He told himself that he had to do
something to convince her he was still his old self.
That was when Gia wanted to know, "Isn't there one of your new companions with you at this very moment?"
"Yes. They never leave me alone. I can't prononce his name, so I just call him by his first initial. He's Zee."
"Why don't we let Mr. Zee tell us that you don't like what you're doing and that it doesn't count as infidelity?"
"That's not fair."
"Fair is as fair does," she said cryptically.
That was when Zee appeared next to Chet and crouched down to put his face onscreen. He was in his early 20s, had curly black hair and a short but thick beard. When he grinned, his teeth were slightly discolored. His dark eyes fixed on Gia.
"Hello, pretty lady," she greeted, his words spoken with a hint of an accent. "We have been taking the best care of your lady-boy husband."
"Thank you so much, Zee. I appreciate how you and the others are assisting him in dealing with his inner-girl."
"Yes, yes. Very good we are helping. He likes to pretend he doesn't want what we give, but we know truth. Cheshire is homo-sensual through and through."
"I'm not," Chet disagreed, barely audible. His piping voice contradicted his statement.
Zee offered, "I can show you. Yes?"
"I would like to see my hubby doing what he likes so much. So, yes. Please do it. For him."
The man had on a khaki shirt and pants. He undid and removed the shirt, exposing a hairy chest. Then he got out of his pants, showing off a dense pubic bush from which hung impressive genitals. Gia made a wordless exclamation. Jake rocked with laughter. She playfully swatted his arm. Chet's eyes went wide. He drew back in revulsion but there was nowhere for him to go. With Zee standing, his groin was level with the waiting face. He swiveled the chair so that its occupant was facing him.
"Like when we did it before," Zee told his captive. "With you to tell how much you love to do it."
Chet made a retching sound. He calmed himself in stages. When he was
ready, he put both hands on Zee's enviable organ and gently massaged it. As the cock grew, he puckered up and kissed the head. The two on the other end of the video chat watched avidly. With his jaws jacked wide, Chet took in the knob. He sucked and ran his tongue around its perimeter. Now he had to tell the lies his captor expected to hear. Then he took the man- meat out of his mouth so he could speak, but kept his fingers busy on it.
With his eyes turned up toward Zee, who was only visible fro the waist down, the man in pink satin said, "Oh, Zee, thank you for letting me worship your beautiful piece. It's so hard and warm in my hands. I adore how it fills my mouth and stretches my jaws." He licked the underside, from root to frenum, before capping it for a few quick sucks. "Let me rub it all over my face." Gia snickered as her spouse suited his actions to those words. "May I please taste your balls, Sir?"
Zee told him, "Sure and okay, Sissy Cheshire. You got talented mouth."
Chet lapped the waiting scrotum. From the way he winced, the others guessed that it was sweaty and probably unwashed. After a minute of that, he went back to his main responsibility. Gia was happily surprised as he
took ever more of the rod into his throat. They must have been giving him frequent lessons. When he had Zee's balls against his chin, he paused, his hands on the man's firm hairy thighs. Chet backed off an inch at a time. He finally set the end free with a wet pop. His chest rose and fell as he took in several breaths.
Kissing Zee's upper legs, he declared, "You make me so happy. You and the other men. I don't want to ever leave here."
He was so convincing that, if she didn't know better, his wife would have thought he meant it. She checked to make sure the system was recording as he concentrated on the head while pumping the shaft with both hands. Zee grunt and his hips twitched. With an ejaculatory growl, he spurted his plentiful white syrup onto Chet's tongue. Some of it ran down the recipient's throat.
"Not swallow yet," Zee ordered. "Squeeze out the rest from big dick. Good girl. Now open up and show to camera."
Chet did it, giving his wife and her new bedmate a close-up of the slime pooled in his mouth. Zee patted him on top of his head and gave permission for him to gulp it down.
On Chet's screen, he could see that his wife's arm was moving. Her hand was too far down to be seen, but he had a worried idea about where it was and what it was doing.
She said, "Thank you, Zee. After being shown how much Cheshire relishes what she's doing, I'm more confident than ever that the darling is where she needs to be. I was thinking of bringing her home, but now that's not going to happen."
"Is good," Zee said as he wiped his cock off in Chet's hair.
"And do you remember those things we talked about, that you could do to my
sissy if I gave you permission?"
"Yes. The very bad things to do to her."
"Well, as of now, you may do those and anything else you please to Cheshire. After all, we both know she lives to be used and abused."
Zee looked as if he had just won the lottery. "I will tell the others. All will be so happy."
"I'm sure," Gia agreed. "But not as happy as Cheshire."
Chet, with his tongue coated, tried to break into the exchange. He didn't get the chance. Gia glanced down at her unseen hand. Then she broke the video connection.
Zee eyed Chet the way a cat would do to a trapped mouse. "We dress you more pretty for what comes next. Will be days of much fun."
The helpless victim knew it would be fun for the men but definitely not for him. He wasn't sure what those previously forbidden acts were going to be, but he knew that they would not be pleasant.
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