Sissy Cuck Humiliation

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CHAPTER 02

Married to a Weakling

Ruth Abrams was attractive, although she didn't always think of herself that way. 

As she arched her back on the bed in an exaggerated performance, she moaned in a well-practiced cadence. It was all for show. She could barely feel her husband's tiny penis as he thrust with all his might.

"Cum, Calvin...damn it, get this over with" she thought to herself as she acted out another orgasm. If he could tell they were fake he certainly had never showed it.

Finally.

She used to find his orgasm face amusing, but the novelty had worn off. Now it was an exercise in restraint. 

Usually Calvin went to sleep almost immediately after sex and she could masturbate while he snored, but tonight something was different. He just sat there, the light still on, his face bright red. 

"Hon, are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know..."

Was he crying?

"Sweetie - tell me what's going on. I want to know."

She propped herself up on her elbow and stroked his shoulder lightly with her fingernails, starting to feel genuinely concerned.

"Umm, well I uh..." His voice trembled. He cleared his throat."

"I made a mistake, and I'm... I'm not sure I will be able to have sex with you again for a while."

She felt confused, but tried to maintain an expression of sincere compassion as he talked.

"My boss, Adam, he umm...he kind of found records of me visiting some of the forums I like."

"Wait. You don't mean like porn stuff..."

"No, I mean, not exactly. Just the sites with the stories and fantasies I like."

Ruth stopped rubbing his arm, sitting up.

"Calvin, that's porn."

There was an awkward silence before she spoke again, this time in a more measured tone.

"So I guess this means you're fired."

"Well, no...he umm...he knows my username now, and so he was able to go back and see all my posts, and all my photos of the devices I wear sometimes."

"Geez."

"Yeah. But he didn't fire me."

Ruth was starting to become genuinely intrigued as her husband recounted his meeting with his boss.

"I might have posted a few things in the past with his name as the bull."

"Oh my god...he saw those?"

Calvin nodded, his face flushed in shame.

"And he still didn't fire you?"

"He wants to make it real. And he wants to start tomorrow. That's why I said I might not be able to have sex with you for a long time. He wants me wearing the homemade one to work tomorrow."

"Oh, the one with all the staples?"

"Yeah, he saw pics of me wearing it and loved it."

Ruth covered her mouth, trying not to smile as she shook her head.

"Oh you poor thing." She said softly.

Now here is the moment where Ruth could also have changed the course of events by telling her husband he should just tell his boss no, even if it meant getting fired. But deep down she was rather enjoying the fresh ideas spinning through her mind, even as she feigned distress. Calvin's fantasies were often entertaining, but they could get tiresome too. She obliged him occasionally with a spanking or a fantasy of another man fucking her, but in general she would have preferred he just be a more dominant man with a more substantial tool. 

With this new reality though, there were so many interesting possibilities. 

"The thing is Ruth, I'm just worried he's going to take this all too far. I'm worried he's actually going to hit on you, and I don't want you to have to be put in a position like that where you have to shut him down."

Ruth gave him a sweet, slightly condescending smile.

"That's sweet honey. Why don't we just take this one day at a time. He said he wants you to wear the little homemade device tomorrow?"

"Well, yes..."

"That doesn't seem too complicated then." Ruth said matter-of-factly.

"Let's just go ahead and get you all set up. It's pretty generous of him really to let you keep your job, don't you think?"

Calvin pouted a little. 

"Yeah, I guess so..."

Ruth smiled.

"So what are you waiting for? Go get the device and I'll help you lock it on."