Retro Fantasy

Anyone ever like to add a little vintage to there fantasies? Like being a chastity cuckold in the 1950's or 60's. Perhaps a feminized sissy househusband someone like June Cleaver in an adult version of the old television series "Leave it to Beaver", only without the kids.



How would you like your cuckoldress or mistress to require you to wear all those old dress that June use to wear? Or what about all those vintage undergarments she must have had on underneath them.



How would you see yourselves in this scenario? Would you be husband Ward made to wear a chastity device by wife June in order to control his orgasms and his continued fidelity? How about husband Ward cuckolded in a chastity device by wife June? Or maybe sissy househusband June, cuckolded in a chastity device and feminized by domineering wife Ms. Ward? What about discipline, would you include spanking in your scenario?



In my scenario, I would be June Cleaver, feminized husband to Ms. Ward, my prudish, domineering and disciplinarian female wife. Of course the extent of her prudishness would only apply to her cuckolded sissy househusband, who is never allowed to wear any thing male except when told.

Beneath my flowing cotton house dress, my undergarments would consist of a male chastity device securely lock around my smoothly shaven sissy clit. Covering that would be a pair of nylon panties and holding in place my thigh high stockings would be a very tight fitting open bottom girdle with six garters. As for my bra, I believe a long line bullet style would be most appropriate. Oh, and lets not forget a nice pair of pointy high heel shoes, to squeeze my stocking covered toes into.

When Ms. Ward would find the need or desire to discipline me, she would dispense it in a most professional and proficient manner, either with the long wooden paddle or the rattan cane that she keeps hanging on the kitchen wall. A typical spanking would consist of Ms. Ward bending me over the kitchen table, raising my dress over my hips and soundly paddling my girdle covered bottom a dozen or so times. A more intense discipline session, will find me lowering my girdle and panties in preparation for a bare bottom canning. Beginning at the tops of my thighs and working her way up to the top of my bottom, she will strip me with a dozen or so horizontal welts. Afterwards, she will connect these fiery lines with three diagonal ones. Before retiring the cane, she will administer a deliberate and concentrated attack on my sit spot with a very strong and rapid volley of at least a half of dozen strokes. As a means of maximizing the results of these correctional statements, she will combine them into one heated instructional comment as she readdressing the whole issue with a dozen or more additional swats from the wooden paddle.

Usually weary from her correctional burden, she will have me prepare a cocktail for her, before I must stand in the kitchen corner and display my freshly spanked bottom for her enjoyment and the amusement of any company that might be present at the time.

Prudish and frigid as Ms. Ward may be towards her pathetic sissy of a husband, this is not the case when she is in the company of a real man. Ms. Ward is all woman and as such, needs men of masculine character to satisfy her immense sexual appetite.

It's a rare occasion that Ms. Ward will not call me from her office to inform me that she is bringing company home for the evening. Depending on the nature of the entertainment, she will have me dress accordingly. An intimate evening intended for drinks and horderves will find me in a traditional short and sultry cocktail waitress outfit. If formal dining is to be included on the agenda, you'll find me dressed in a more conventional and upscale food server uniform. Either way, Ms. Ward will insist that I am properly feminized when I greet her and her guest at the door that evening. Introductions are never held as a formality, but more as a humiliating event. Ms Ward will present me to her escort as June; her cuckolded and domesticated sissy househusband. In turn, she will introduce her escort to me, simply as a real man. To further my humiliation, she will insist that I show off my sissy clit jewelry to her guest.

She loves to tell her men how she has forbidden me to ever use my sissy clit for anything manly again. She'll tell them I'm such a sissy; the only way she allows me to orgasm is as a woman, with a hard cock pumping away at my sissy pussy. She even goes so far as to tell them how my sissy clit jewelry forces me to squat like a female when I tinkle.

As the evening progresses and the direction of the conversation begins to take a sexual focus, Ms. Ward will make her final assessment as to the nature of attraction, if any she may have for her gentleman guest. Ms Ward does not like to engage in oral or anal sex with just every man, but when she feels a romantic connection towards a man, she will dismiss me for the evening, prepared to perform all sexual acts that are required of her. However, if she only wants to engage her gentlemen for a night of sexual pleasure, then she will have me orally stimulate his cock, preparing him for her night's enjoyment. Once Ms. Ward has reached her orgasmic plateau, she will once again have me putting my lips around her mans cock and give it a thorough cleaning. She always tells me, that if I clean it properly and bring him back to erection that I too might get fucked by a real man like she just did. The only reason Ms. Ward even allows me to have an orgasm, is because it amuses her. She loves to watch my caged sissy clit dribble its shameful release after having my sissy pussy fucked by a real man's cock. If Ms Ward does not care for the gentleman at all, then she will simply excuse herself with the pretext of a splitting headache, advising him that June will see to any of his needs.