Anne is married to Jeff. She has long blonde hair and blue eyed. She is sexually dominant. Jeff is blonde haired and blue eyed. He has a small dick and comes too fast. Jeff is Anne's slutty sissy. Anne likes to humiliate Jeff about his small dick, makes him wear a chastity cage and peg him with a strap on. She dresses him panties and lingerie. She has invited her hot girlfriends over for a party where Jeff is to dress like a sissy and serve all the women and be humiliated and used by everyone.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

The room was thick with tension and the scent of sex, the air heavy with the moans and groans of pleasure that filled every corner. Anne and Krystal were locked in a passionate embrace on the plush couch, their bodies writhing against each other as they put on a show for the room. Sarah had joined them, her hands roaming over Anne's body as she kissed her way down her neck.

Jeff was tied to a chair in the corner, his arms and legs bound tightly with soft, black rope. He could feel the rough fibers digging into his skin, the sensation both uncomfortable and exhilarating.

His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through his veins. He could hear the soft murmurs of the crowd, the clinking of glasses, and the low hum of conversation, but his focus was solely on the two women in front of him.

Anne's eyes were locked onto Krystal's, their faces inches apart as they shared a passionate kiss. Sarah was behind Anne, her hands roaming over Anne's body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Anne's dress was hiked up around her waist, revealing her bare skin and the lace of her panties.

Sarah's fingers traced the edge of Anne's panties, teasing her skin and making her shiver with anticipation. Krystal's hands were on Anne's breasts, squeezing and kneading them as they continued to kiss.

Jeff watched, his breath coming in short gasps as he saw the way Anne and Krystal were touching each other. He could feel his cock hardening in his chastity cage, aching to be released and touched. He squirmed in his chair, trying to find some relief from the tight bondage.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the party.

"Please, mistress. I need to come."

Anne looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, you do, do you?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "And what makes you think you deserve to come?"

Jeff's face flushed with humiliation. "I-I don't know," he stammered. "I just... I need to come."

Anne chuckled, her fingers tracing slow circles over his chest. "Well, maybe if you're a good boy and do what you're told, I'll let you come." "Yes, mistress.

I'll be good," Jeff replied eagerly, his eyes darting between Anne and Krystal, who were now engaged in a passionate make-out session on the couch. Sarah had moved to the floor, her head buried between Anne's legs, her tongue working overtime to pleasure Anne.

Anne smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm glad to hear that, pet. Because I have a little task for you. You see, while Krystal and I are busy here, I want you to entertain our guest."

Jeff's eyes widened as he saw Emily approaching him, a wicked grin on her face. She was dressed in a tight-fitting leather catsuit that hugged her curves and accentuated her long legs.