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Sissymaid Dollman!
Chapter 1
'My Witch Wife turned me into a 6 inch sissy tall maid to
serve her and her black lover!'
TJ Ryder
http://www.midnightx.com/
Walter knew his wife was a witch even before they married!
And he knew her mother was also a witch! Once during an argument
she turned him into a naked 6-inch tall 'dollman' in front of his
wife and told him to get used to it if he wasn't
man enough to keep his wife from going black! Veronica's back
country mother was a little bit racist. However, after Veronica
turned him back to his slim small self on the ride back to the city
and apologized for what her mother did, he could tell she secretly
thought he was so cute looking up at her from the floor.
"Honey," she smiled, "I have to admit you were soo cute, with
that shocked expression on your face. But it wasn't nice of mom
to do that without my permission!"
'Without your permission,' he thought! 'what about HIS
permission?' but he didn't express it because for some reason he still
loved his gorgeous hill country blonde wife.
"But, why did you make her so mad?"
"What do you mean?" she replied innocently.
"Why did you even have to tell her about our, well, marriage
lifestyle?"
"Lifestyle?" she smiled, "you mean my going out with black men?"
He groaned, the way she was so open about it."Well, yeah. You
know
how she feels about it!"
"Oh, well, she suspected as soon as we got out of the car, even
before! She's a witch honey, like me. We can sense things about
people. She was real pissed and she took it out on you, poor dear!"
"But I knew you could do strange things but I didn't even dream
you could do that! And you and your mother were so poor when I
met you yet with all those powers!"
She sighed a little. "Most witches get into real trouble if
they use their powers for money, darling. That's why mom is so upset.
She was hoping my good little man would make us proud!"
"I - well, I work long hours dear!"
She patted his hand. "I know sweetie, and you were so nice about
taking that job at the club that I told you about!"
He groaned, that so far was the most humiliating thing she had made
him do.
"Honey, in our bloodline we are cursed, we can't use our spells
for anything that would make a nickel or kill a single weed in the
garden!"
Walter was thinking they never worked too hard either, but held his
tongue because the beautiful woman never liked
working very much, preferring to have a man earn the daily bread for
them.
However, while his wife did not work she guided him upward in
his career, to go from the service industry to a skilled waiter,
and then into the nightclub scene. Unfortunately, that was mostly
because of their new marital lifestyle of cuckolding. In their
small apartment,
**************************************************************
He wasn't all that surprised a couple of months later when she
asked him if he minded being reduced so he could reach inside the
dishwasher motor and retrieve a ring for her. After that she wasn't
in much of a hurry returning him to regular size. She also did it
when they travelled to save money on a motel room and they could
use a single bed. Of course there were sex games she played with
him then. She even had a special travel case, like a miniature
doll house. A couple of times he tried to make some money
at Las Vegas using this spell but it broke as soon as he mentioned
it to her. She smiled ruefully, telling him I told you so! Saving
money was one thing, making money another! he guessed.
"Honey, you remember what you said you'd do?" The luscious
blonde smiled while touching up her makeup at her dressing table.
The slight smallish man groaned, feeling a hardon in his
silk bikini panties watching her get ready for her date while he
was getting ready for his club shift.
"But dear, I wasn't sure you were serious about that!"
"Well, of course I am, I mean we are, Jamahl and I! It would be so
nice if you were a dollman sometimes! I mean, (giggle) more
of a doll sized man than you already are!" She always made a dig at
his 5'5" slight build. Walter loved helping his luscious wife get
ready for her dates but when he pulled a shift at the Club Voodoo
he also had to get ready himself.
"I don't even know where the travel case is, honey, probably
the storage bin! We'd have to stop on the way to the club!"
She smiled and held up her fingers, putting one up.
"I know your'e uncomfortable thinking my black lover knows about
you and our little secret, but Jamahl is soo big and jealous, even of
you dear, that once he sees you as you,(giggle) are, well..."
He groaned as she smiled. "And you know I have a safe place
to store you until we get to the motel!" He sighed, getting hard,
thinking of being put into her damp panties for the ride! She noticed
and smirked!"
"But, my shift isn't over till midnight, and...!"
"Now dear, I helped you get that job because I told the manager
you were the perfect sissy cuckold in front of black men!" he groaned
at that while she smiled, thinking it was a compliment. "And after
I told Jamahl about some of the games we play when I come home from
our dates...!"
He gasped, and she patted his hand, her big breasts distracting
him, "don't be concerned, honey. Jamahl was pleased. I think he
was even kind of jealous, too!"
"But, honey, this has always been just about, well us!"
"But, dear, that isn't quite true. I think you should see how
happy I am with a big black man. A lot of white boy hubbies love to
see their wives fulfilled with what they can't give them!" he blushed
and sighed.
"And it's also for us, Jamahl and me. He says he loves to have
a white woman in front of a white boy but he is kind of defensive and
aggressive to most white men, even you when your'e regular size!"
(Sigh!)
"And for me too. Jamahl likes to put on a show with me in front of
white
men and I just love it!"
"Ooohhhhh!"
"Why be upset? You see the same thing every night at the Club?"
Moaning to himself, that was soo true!
"I tell you what, help me get dress and maybe we'll talk about it
later then!" This little talk had turned him on and also worried him.
On the ride to the club to drop him off and take the car and meet
her lover, he sat in the passenger seat and cleared his throat,
wondering
if the subject was over, and asked if she was going to pick him up
later after
work!
"I don't know what Jamahl has planned. Maybe we'll come in for a
drink!"
"OOhhhhh!" he sighed.
"Concerned, dear?"
"He hasn't seen me before, let alone, ummm!"
She smiled, "in your sissymaid costume at the Club? Don't worry,
he's been there before, he said, when he dated a rich woman last
year!"
************************************************************
In the employees dressing room, Walter nodded to another young
white
sissymaid, Trask, now called Trisha. Walter put on his name tag onto
the
thing he could, his left nipple ring. (Wussy). Standing in front of
the mirror, he put on his makeup, purple eyeshadow and lipstick, nail
and toe nail polish. Put his dog collar on! His lace maid cap!
Checked to make sure his genitals and pink backside was totally
hairless. And then looked around for the evening's dress.
"Ohhhhh sheeeeiittttt!" Seeing the purple ponytails.
"S'matter, Walt?" Trask said, one leg up on a stool while he
used a feminine razor around his scrotum.
"horsey time again already?" This was the most humiliating thing
in his opinion.
"Every second Friday night!"
"That makes it a chastity thing too?"
"Yup, just for show, but don't worry, you look good with those nice
filled up balls! They want to see nice blue balls on the whiteboys!"
Walter knew that the bluer the balls the bigger the tips, along
with doing any humiliating or painful scene the customer wanted.
"What section are we working in, do you know yet?"
"I'll swap if you like, I don't care!"
"Thanks, might take you up on it!"
Standing in 3 inche heels wearing only a garter belt , maids cap,
purple nylons,
chastity belt and ponytail buttplug waving from his pink moons, he
checked
his lipstick!
The chastity belt didn't conceal his little erection or
even stop it from fully inflating, but it did curve it under just
enough to
prevent an orgasm, and underneath it arched his big blue testicles out
for better viewing. Groaning, it would be obvious he wasn't allowed
to
have an ejaculation, which pleased the cheating white women and their
black
lovers so much! Many of the women who came to the Voodoo with their
lovers
did not have a cuckold relationship yet but enjoyed a white male
waiting
on them and their bulls. There were three sections to the main room
like
most nightclubs. One for singles, white women and black men without
dates,
one set of stand alone small tables near the dance floor and alcoves
for shadowed booths, that was the loveydovey area. The Club was on
the
top floor of a major hotel and later in the evening, the alcove is
where
interracial couples come down after sex. To Walter this was the most
challenging and hardest to wear a chastity belt, because the couples
are in their post coital makeout, and they like scening in front of
whiteboys. Sometimes he would be invited to do some cleanup
discreetly
making his balls ache even more, but it usually got a good tip.
Working the singles/ bar area he would probably get some pitches
from bi or gay black bulls or even from single women who wanted a
sissy
in their lives. Working the dance floor tables was a lot of work
and watching beautiful white woman grinding and shaking with a bull
was also HARD!
But nothing caused so much turnover among even the submissive
white sissy waiters as working the makeout section. This was a
sheltered low light booth area where interracial couples mostly
came who where taking rooms at the hotel, either before or after
they had sex.
The first time he worked this section he felt so
humiliated, seeing these gorgeous white women and their big black
bulls, their thick lips and long tongues inside those sweet
mouths, their big breasts being pinched and fondled.
He would stand their with the drink tray, trying not to disturb
them until they noticed them. That's the problem most waiters had.
The black manager, Darnell, spoke sternly to the whiteboys about
serving style.
"Listen now, sissies! Workin this section is different. You
might have to just stand there for a bit. The other sections the
idee is to take the order and deliver it and get back to the
bar for another order. There, they want sensitivity!"
Walter listened in front of the desk with 4 other whiteboy
waiters, all wearing pink bikini panties and garter bels and
nylons.
"Now some of de guests lahk to tease whiteboys an make out
wit dere niggas. We just need one waiter usually for
that section cus it ain't heavy demand, but sometimes you
gotta wait till they decide to take notice of you, unnerstan?"
"Yes sir!" he said.
His first shift there, Trash,(trisha) gave him some practical
advice. "This section is where most whiteboys lose it, so watch out!"
"Sounds easy though!"
"Yeah, well, fact is some of these whiteboys are just waiters
looking for good tips and go through the motions of being a sissy!
The makeout section forces em to either give it up or get another
job. I hope you work out cuz I'm the only one sometimes can work it
and I make better tips working the dance floor!"
"So, I don't get it!"]
"Listen, the orders are fewer and slower in that section;
the couples are in their own little worlds, get me? So when you
get a drink order and go there, they might be practically fucking
in the booth, sometimes they are but most likely not since they
are hotel guests and got a room anyway"
"So, you take your tray over to their table, and get close
enough so they notice you, but just stand there till they finish
okay? That's really all you have to do. Iv'e stood there for
almost ten minutes at a time. Eventually they finish and you
drop their order and come back!"
"Jeeez, that doesn't sound too hard!"
Trask smiled. "Yeah, well, sometimes they, especially the white
gal, well, they like to put on a show, tease you know? Now
sometimes we wear chastity belts, and they get a kick out of
seeing our little weenies stretch em out, make us uncomfortable!"
Walter groaned, imagining that, his wife sometimes had him help
her prepare for her dates with him in chastity.
"But its actually worse for some boys when we only wear panties!"
he warned.
"Why is that, wer'e not supposed to get hard?"
"No, not that, in fact they like to make whiteboys stiff, and
then the girls can compare our little wangs with the big black one
they had in their hands! No, the problem is not touching yourself
watching some really hot scenes, and maybe even staining your
panties right in front of them. Actually, a lot of couples love
teasing a whiteboy into just creaming in their panties right in
front of them!"
The image made Walter blush.
His first night working that section was as humiliating as he was
warned, because he wore only sheer bikini panties. Walking
with a drink order to to this booth where a megababe blonde was
sitting close with a giant black pro ball player, his big hands
fondling her, he did as Trash advised, got close enough for them
to notice, but that was also close enough so they could see him
close. His pantyclad genitals at eyelevel for them. The woman
he knew saw him and smiled to herself even as her tongue was
deep inside a pair of big black lips. He stood there getting
a seeping cock for five minutes before they broke their kiss
and the woman smirked at him, pointedly looking at his groin
before looking up at his face, and back again, even as she
turned her fabulous body so he could see the giant lump she had
her small hand around.
"Hello boy, are you new here?"
"(groan) Y-yes madame!"
"Tell me, (giggle) do you find it HARD to work here?"
The buck laughed and he blushed.
Weakly smiling, feeling stupid, he stammered he enjoyed
working the room!
"Well, maybe you are, or at least one part of you!"
Shakily walking back to the bar for another order,
he got the smirk from the black bartender whenhe saw his stiffie.
"Remember to change dem panties if you cream in them, boy!"
"Y-yes, t-thank you Lamont!"
'The teasing bitches," he muttered as he took another tray.
All night it went like that, until he got to a booth where
a couple was softly making out.
"Oh darling," the gorgeous young woman sighed, as his strong black
hands fondled and pinched her, "you can hurt me if you like, I don't
mind. OOOHHHHHHH!"
Walter wasn't sure if they noticed him yet, so he moved a little
over
and thought perhaps the bull did. Then the white babe, pressed
her mouth to his full lips.
"I never imagined sex could be like this, master! You made me
feel like a woman for the first time!"
"Haw, mmmm, kiss, yo a woman awraht!"
"IV'e been with men before, but only white men. I will never
do that again, never! mmmmmm!"
"Ah know that, babe, yo a black cock only now anchu?"
"Oooh yessss, your black cock, master, yours!"
Walter didn't want to move feeling his cock seep precum
inside his panties, his face was hot, and he knew when they
finally turned to notice him they would see he had creamed
inside his panties watching them. Not a heavy ejaculation but
enough juice to show plainly, and his flushed face also. But
even though he knew it, he had to watch.
Finally, the buck arched an eyebrow as her hair fell and
he saw him.
"Drinks, here boy!"
"Th-thank you sir!"
"Ohoooohh looook, darling, look at our waiter!"
"Haw haw, yo been there long, boy?"
"Um, just for a bit sir!"
"(Giggle) More than a bit I think, by the looks of that," she
pointed her slim finger at his groin, and he was forced to look
down. His cock was still embarassedly erect, but his whole
front was stained dark with even pale precum leaking out of
his panties at his crotch and down his thighs.
"You should pay us for your little thrill!" she smiled.
"Ha ha, thank you madame!"
"No really, look darling, look at his stiffie! I can't
believe I used to think that was a normal cock!"
"Haw, haw, mah lil gal ain't been around much, boy!"
"Yes, sir," he smiled weakly.
"You see, " she smiled, moving her big breasts aside
so he could see her hand around his giant stiff log projecting
out of his sheer pants, "this is a real cock, waiter, don't
you agree?"
"Y-yes ma'am!"
"So your'e lucky you creamed in your panties because after
seeing this I would never let a white boy, especially like you,
even get to first base!"
"Y-yes I know that, madame...!"
"Babe, yo still got to pay the tab, he cain't give us de
drinks fo free!"
"But, why, he was watching me like a pervert and probably
had more sex than he had all year!"
Walter realized that like most couples, the white girl, whether
somebody's wife or single, picked up the tab for their bulls, and
probably a lot of them used their hubby's charge card, just like,
he signed, his own gorgeous wife at the moment!
"All right fine," she said, using her charge card, "but as
far as I'm concerned, boy, your tip is leaking out of your
sissy panties!"
"Haw haw!"
"T-thank you madame!"
*******************************************************
Now, Walter thought, he was grateful he wore a chastity belt
after all as he served them. But he was also getting known
among the regulars. One couple who he was surprised by was that
first time he had creamed his panties for, not certainly the
last but the one he remembered the most. IT was incidents like
that that caused most of the sissywaiters to quit, but he knew
his wife would be furious, and besides, the knowledge that his
wife was doing the same things he was seeing there, and that her
sweet pussy had a load of negroe cum waiting for his eager mouth
later kept him at his job.
That same couple, Lisa and Tyrell, came back every other Friday
night and her dislike of his creaming while watching them
changed to amusement and then to pouting disappointment that
he didn't cream for their pleasure even when they put on a show.
"Oh, Wussy, working again!"
"Yes madame!"
"Oooh, a chastity belt!" she pouted when she saw his groin!
"I was wondering if you would beat off for us again!"
"B-but, madame, I-I never did and that would not be allowed...!"
"Oh relax, sissy, I'm just teasing you. I was angry at first
with what you, well, involuntarily did! But afterwards I was pleased.
I like to make out with Tyrell with whiteboys watching now!"
"Very nice, madame!"
"Does it bother you seeing a white girl obviously prefer a black
man, sissy?"
He got the same questions all the time and he knew how to answer
them now. "Um, it, well, it took a little while to adjust, madame!"
"How is that, Wussy? Did you come to terms with it? You must
have to work here!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Haw, haw, ain't got no choice, boy. White gals belong to us
niggas, whether dey know it yet or not!"
"Yes sir!" he smiled.
*************************************
"Dear!" Walter took the phone call even though the bartender
didn't
like it.
"Yes honey!"
"We thought we'd pick you up when your shift ends tonight!"
'We' he thought, that means she has decided to introduce him to
her lover after all. He thought since she had been at a party with
him all day she would put if off, and he wasn't sure if he was
dismayed
or disappointed.
"Um, well...!" She was talking softly to her lover and didn't hear
him as she hung up. Well, he thought, that makes this night a long
way from being over. She had shown him a picture, several graphic
pics
taken by friends, so he knew the big hung black brute she called
Jamahl
by sight, and he had no doubt she had shown him pics of him, hopefully
not in too shameful situations, but he knew they were.
Normally, when she did pick him up after his shift was over
since they only had one car, she would reduce him so he could fit
in her blouse or her panties for the ride home, and after some little
games, he would be changed back so he could savour the pantypudding
she had kept in for him, regarding it as his duty. That and other
little humiliating rituals, sometimes with her talking on the phone
to her friends of lovers while she sat on his face and had her
last cum on his eager submissive tongue, pushing out all the negroe
cumloads she had eagerly received into her gorgeous body that night.
But what would tonight be?
Toward midnight, he caught a glimpse of them in the back row
of the makeout section. That as unusual in itself. Veronica had
come to the club many times while he worked there, usually just to
dance though. He was never able to finagle free drinks for her or
her friends and she didn't want to endanger his position either.
But, at least when he walked the drink order over to their table,
he was thinking this wasn't as bad a meeting place as some others,
when some black bulls would decide to put a slim whiteboy in his
place in front of his wife and there would be nothing he could do
about it!
"Hi Walter, this is Jamahl," she smiled brightly, and he smiled
back at the giant black bull who just grinned.
"Um, nice to meet you, sir!"
"Hi there chief, yo wife talk about you all the time!"
"Um, she, um, talks about you too, Sir!"
"Haw, yo don't have to call me sir! Haw," his huge arm around
his wife's bare shoulder and hand fondled her big right breast.
"W got too much in common! haw haw!"
"Walter calls all black men, sir, darling!" the shock of his wife
calling another man that made him shudder but his cock stir at the
same time!
"Really," she smiled, taking his black hand in her lap, "Walter
knows his place around black men, don't you, honey?"
"Y-yes!"
"Haw, dat raht, Walter?"
"Repeat it, Walter, what youv'e learned!"
"(groan) All black men are my superior, sir!" His wife giggled
with pride.
"Anyway, Walter, we decided to pick you up tonight because its time
to meet your, (giggle) main superior as it were!"
"Yes, well, thanks for the ride, but I don't get to leave
for probably another hour!"
"Oh that's all right, you won't mind waiting on us in the meantime
will you?" she smirked. "Because you'll certainly be waiting on us
later!"
"N-no, I'd be very pleased to!"
****************************************
He wasn't sure what was up exactly but he was glad he didn't have
to ride the bus home, and at least the first meeting with Jamahl
was over with and seemed to go well. The only awkward part was
them having to leave when the place closed and he cleaned up,
and then changed to normal clothes, and met them at the rooftop
bar, where they were holding hands like lovers and looking at the
night time city lights.
"Oh there you are, honey!" she smiled, taking his hand too,
as she walked between the two males, "long day, dear?"
"It was a pretty good shift, made some tips!"
"Well, we had a party with some of Jamahl's buddies earlier,
so I could use some freshening also!" He thought he saw the
unmistakable
signs of lovemaking on her and that fragrance he knew so well.
They got on the elevator
and she punched the button as he stood in front of them.
"You see, I forgot to bring a cunt and buttplug today, so
I was concerned if I started to dance it would leak out!"
He blushed, saying this in front of Jamahl!
"Um, well, we have one at home, Veronica!"
"Oh, not that far, honey!" she giggled, and he turned his head
and then that flash of light, his awareness dimming, as the world
seemed to swim around. Oh no! Not in the elevator!
pic
He heard the rumbling great amused voice.
"Willyalookit that now!"
Walter had to move out of his clothes, the change always left him
naked, not even nipple rings any more, let alone his chastity belt and
clothes. Then he looked and saw the two pairs of giant feet in shoes
at his head height.
"Careful honey, let me pick him up at first until you get used to
it!"
He craned his neck back as he stood naked in front of them.
"This is rather ironic, don't you think dear. Wer'e going
downstairs
in than elevator and your'e going downsize at the same time!"
"Veronica," he had to raise his voice in the echoing surroundings,
"this is dangerous, you should warn me!"
"Don't be silly, dear," her huge hand reaching down as he climbed
onto
her warm palm and she lifted him up as he grabbed her thumb, until
their big smiling faces were taking up his whole field of vision.
"Wow, dat's somethin, ah dint bleve yo at first!"
"Yes, dear, he's our little sissydoll now, aren't you, Walter?"
"Honey, please change me back, wait till we get home!"
"I'm afraid I can't wait, dear, I have a use for you now!" She
asked
her lover to pick up all his clothes and things, and then opened her
cleavage and tucked him into her warm satiny flesh, which gave him
a feeling of comfort but also made it a very erotic experience.
Outside in their car, with Veronica in the passenger seat, Jamahl
driving, she took him out.
"Don't worry dear, you'll be nice and safe where your'e going next,
(giggle).
"B-but...!" her hand picked him up and she spread her soft ripe
thighs as she used her other hand to open the top of her panties.
"Jamahl, honey, this is the other special place I put him when
wer'e alone!"
Walter saw the huge gap opening up in her silk panties,
and knew at once she had a pussyload of sperm and cream inside
ready to flow out, and her clitoris was still stiff. The size
of a truck tire, he used both hands on her clit making his wife
sigh, as he held on, and dropped his body to rest against her
puffy glistening cuntlips.
"ooohhh, honey, that's a good boy...!"
"Dat's mah homies in dere, boy!"
"Mmmm, yessss!" she sighed. She didn't want to cum until
they got home, but his body half inside her swampy pussy, his
hands on her clitors, and the effort of holding in all that
wonderul negroe semen for hours was making her anxious.
"Mmmmmmmm" he pussy pulsed and squeezed around his body
now, his little penis erect and dripping and she could feel it.
"What chu doin now!"
"Walter doesn't like this part too much, I mean he likes being
in my cunt, but he also loves when I come home and he drinks all your
sperm out of me! I'm afraid I have enough cum in me to feed a million
sissydolls though and I just can't hold it in until we get home!"
"Feel good though, bein in yo pussy?"
"Feels sooo nice. I know males are different but you should
try him inside your jock strap sometime!"
Walter gasped when he heard that as they laughed. Taking a little
sip of mixed cuntcream and sperm, he knew she would push her load out
onto him before they got home. She had done it before and he loved
the feeling of being totally awash and engulfed by her and her lovers'
fluids. But he also knew he didn't want to cum too much too soon,
needing all the strength he could conserve for later. It wasn't easy
being a sissydoll. Some of the positions were difficult to keep
and the subsequent overload to his senses of all the fragrance
and liquid made his orgams so intense it left him tired for a bit.
"Oooohhh, " she groaned, "if you hit another bump I'm going to
cum!"
"Haw haw, dis road be under construction, babe, sorry!"
"oooh, I'm not sorry, are you ready down there, Walter?"
they both laughed. Walter was ready, so he pressed his whole
length into her pussy lips, trying to make a seal, feeling the
cream all over his front, his rigid erection not pressing against
her inner pussy hoping she could feel it.
"AHMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!"
A flood of rolling seeping sperm and cream as her pussy gripped and
held in, squeezing, loosening, spasming.
"Ahhhhhh," he moaned, squeezing the huge clitors hard and reaching
up to kiss the huge slit!
Red faced and sighing, Veronica lay back on the seat, her thighs
spread, her panties soaked now, and at a light Jamahl looked and
saw the outline of his naked body in her pussy, with cream leaking
all out.
"yo leakin on yo car seat honey!"
"That's all right," she smiled, "I'll have Walter lick it clean
when I change him back!"
"Haw haw haw!"
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