Fisting my Sissy Husband

When Rebecca's sissy husband shirks his duties, it's up to her to take him in hand- literally! Can she teach him to mind his place with a fist and a whole lot of lube, or will they be left in a sticky hot mess?

Warning: This 3000 word erotic short story contains female domination, crossdressing, sissification, fisting, sex toys and bdsm. Can you handle the heat?

This story is also available as part of Husband on His Knees (Femdom Erotica Bundle).

An excerpt for adults only!

When he got close to the bed, Rebecca gave him a quick hard shove. He yelped and fell onto the bed, legs twisting up behind him. He landed with his ass in the air and Rebecca took a long appreciative minute to admire the way his frothy skirt framed his pretty, panty-clad ass. It was spoiled when he shifted. She gave him a sharp smack when he started to get up and he stilled. “Stay right where you are.”

Derek looked over his shoulder at her while she crouched down and dragged the toy box out from underneath the bed. He was looking more and more worried- good.

She flipped the toy box open and began sifting through its contents: whips and handcuffs and ball-gags and more, all the supplies that it took to make a night really worth remembering. “What do we do with naughty, misbehaving sissies?” she mused out loud, and picked up a set of anal beads before discarding them. “No, no. You’d enjoy that too much. Now what do we have here?”

Derek didn’t seem willing to chance an answer- good boy. He’d learned well. That pretty ass of his was still up in the air, though, and it gave her a wicked idea. Rebecca hid her evil smile behind a veneer of mild interest, but she’d been doing that too much lately, and Derek seemed to realize that it meant she had something in store.