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   The Moretti's - A Different Family Dynamic

   Chapter 21

   Saturday Night - Apollonia's House - 15 February 2003

   Apollonia walked up her driveway to the back door of her house because
it was closer to the servant's or maid's room where Colin now slept.  She
wanted to check on him before she went upstairs to the master bedroom to
collapse from her tiring day.  As she walked from the mud room to the
narrow hallway that led to the servant's quarters, she could see the door
to Colin's room was slightly ajar.  She pushed the door open a bit more
than it was and was surprised to see Colin asleep on the bed still wearing
his panties and stockings.  Deciding to leave him as he was she gently
pulled the door closed and went into the kitchen on her way to her room. 
As she passed the kitchen table, she noticed the sheet of paper lying on
it. She picked it up and read:

   Dearest Apollonia,

   I don't know where to begin.  I waited for your return and when I
realized you were staying at your sister's house, I decided to pen what I
was going to say to you face-to-face.  I don't know if I'm going to survive
the decision I made.  I am so deeply in love with you and that colored my
decision.  I don't know if I could survive in this house knowing you were
giving your physical and I know now, your emotional love to another man.  I
know you are going to reject me and although I will be living under the
roof of this house, I know I will forever be nothing more than a mouth and
an ass for you and any Moretti man to use and abuse.  Will I survive living
the life your Uncle Toni does?  How will I face my co-workers, knowing I am
wearing women's lingerie under my suit?  How will I survive dressing `en
femme' at night, on weekends, and on vacation if you decide to bring me
along?  It will be so embarrassing to walk into the men's room and have to
sit to use the toilet to urinate because I know you are going to put me
into a male chastity device.  I never thought about the potential
consequences of facing my father, mother, sister, and her family as a
feminized man.

   I am not the man you thought I was and for that I am truly sorry.  I
should have told you on bended knee about my sexual fetish.  I have tried
numerous times to come to you and confess my sins.  I have never sought the
companionship of another man sexually, but I did feel a surge of sexual
pleasure when fellated your father on the morning of our wedding.  I
thought would die from embarrassment.  I didn't because I was doing
something I've always wanted to do.  I could never make myself go someplace
wearing panties to satisfy my desire to perform as a female.  I just
couldn't suck another man's cock even though I wanted to.  Feeling your
father's cock sliding into and out of my mouth, the smoothness of the skin,
and the weight of his testicles in my hand was exactly how I thought I
would be when I fantasized about sucking a cock as I masturbated wearing a
pair of my sister's or your panties.  It thought the ultimate humiliation
would be when he ejaculated into my mouth.  Instead, the feeling of his
warm seed filling my mouth, coating my tongue, and the feeling of
swallowing the salty fruit of his loins was actually more pleasurable than
feeling my own cock spew it's cum all over my stomach.  Ultimately, I am so
confused.  I so wanted to be the person, no, the man who would fill your
womb with my potent seed to create another living being within you.  Now,
I'm relegated to my work, acting as a maid to clean and shop, with the
eventuality of taking care of you and your lover's children, and more
humiliating than anything else being used as a cum dump for any Moretti man
that requires relief but doesn't have a female to give it to him.  When you
left for your sister's I stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in
our, excuse me, your bedroom and tried to keep myself from admiring how
beautiful I looked made up and dressed as a female.  Apollonia, I couldn't
help myself.  I slid the dress up and I masturbated looking at my
reflection.  My, according to you a clitty but to me my cock, was hard as a
rock as I stroked it.  I imagined it not being in my hand but in your
pussy. I looked into my own eyes as I stroked myself to an orgasm.  I
ejaculated so hard that the first to spurts of cum actually hit the floor a
good foot in front of me.  I was so sexually charged that my knees got so
weak I couldn't support myself.

   I need you to tell me that you still love me, because if you don't or
won't, I'm going to commit suicide.  My life is not worth living if I don't
have your love.  I will do anything and I mean anything you ask me to as
long as I know that you still love me as you did when we stood in front of
the priest and said our martial vows.  I am begging you to be as open and
as honest with me as you were prior to my signing the cuckolding document.

   Please, please, please tell me you will always love me

   Please, please, please don't throw me to the side as you begin a new
life with the man you choose to provide you with the seed to begin a
family.

   Apollonia, I love you, unconditionally.

   Colin

   Apollonia took the note up to her studio, neatly folded it, and placed
it in the center drawer of her antique roll top desk.  She stood for a
minute before going to her room wondering if his threat was real.  Would he
commit suicide if she didn't tell him she loved him as she did the day they
were married?  Walking from her studio to her bedroom she felt a pang of
guilt, but quickly resigned herself to the fact that she could never again
say to him she loved him.  Colin Cathcart would live his life under her
thumb as a feminized cuckold or live up to his threat of taking his own
life because he couldn't face living without her love.  Twenty minutes
later she was in her bed gently stroking her clitoris thinking about the
man she wanted between her legs not caring one iota about the sissy that
slept below her in the servant's bedroom.  


  
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