Cruise Humiliation For Cuckold Husband Part 2 (Patreon)

      John finally reached room 423, his feet aching from the heels he wasn’t quite used to. Nervous anticipation swirled inside him as he stood there, unsure of what the night held in store.

      He glanced at the mirror beside the door, momentarily captivated by his reflection. Staring back at him was a transformed figure: a blonde sissy maid, dark seductive eyeshadow framing his gaze, with full, luscious lips painted perfectly for pleasure. His cheeks, flushed with a delicate blush, gave him an irresistible, inviting allure that left him amazed.

      Taking a deep breath, he knocked gently on the door. Moments later, it creaked open, revealing a beautiful red-headed person in latex.

        With a teasing smirk, she grabbed hold of the leash attached to John’s collar, tugging him firmly inside. The tension between them was electric as she led him to a sleek rubber bench, her movements deliberate and confident. In one swift motion, she pushed him down, securing his wrists and ankles with shackles. Leaning close, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Rachelle has decided it’s time to take your submission to a whole new level.”

        No sooner had she locked him in place did several large, muscular men enter the room, each with a knowing smirk, eyes glinting with anticipation.

       With a wicked grin, the woman pushed a gleaming medical tray toward John with her left hand while a long leather whip dangled teasingly from her right. The tension in the air thickened as she eyed him, savouring the moment.

       "Now," she purred, her voice dripping with playful dominance, "you failed to win the drag karaoke competition, and it’s time to face your punishment, slut." She clicked a remote, and instantly, a countdown began on the screen before him, ticking away, heightening the anticipation.

       "You have three minutes to make each bull cum, whore," she taunted, her smirk dripping with cruel amusement. "Fail, and I’ll make some... adjustments to your appearance." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she watched him squirm.

        The first bull stepped forward, his massive cock pressing insistently against John's lips. As soon as John wrapped his mouth around it, the sharp crack of the domme's whip landed on his exposed ass, a stinging reminder of his submission. Each thrust pushed deeper, and with every movement, the lashes rained down harder, the domme's voice cutting through the air with degrading insults.

         "Pathetic," she hissed. "You’re just a worthless cuck, aren’t you? Look at you, desperate to please a real man."

         John's body trembled with both pain and arousal, his desperation growing with each flick of her whip. His only focus now was bringing the bull to orgasm, knowing he had to finish before the clock ran out—or face even more humiliation.

      The timer hit zero, immediately resetting to three minutes. Before John could react, a sharp sting pierced his left ear, making him almost gag on the cock in his mouth. He quickly realized—she had just pierced his ear.

       With a groan, the man pulled out, his hot load splattering across John's face just as the timer hit 2:35. There was no reprieve. The next bull stepped forward, his thick shaft already hard and waiting. John, with cum dripping down his face, had only two minutes and thirty-five seconds to make this one cum, too, while the domme's whip snapped relentlessly, her degrading words echoing in his ears.

“Better hurry, slut," she mocked, her voice cold. "You're running out of time.”

       John winced as the timer hit zero, feeling a sharp pain as his right ear was pierced. The second man took his time, only finishing with 1:54 left on the clock. The longer he dragged it out, the less time remained for the next bull. Meanwhile, John's body was burning, not just from the intense whipping, but from the constant flood of degrading insults from the domme.

       Soon, it wasn't just his ears—his nipples and even his belly button were pierced. The final bull came with a shout, releasing all over John's face, calling him a "cock-sucking whore."

      The bulls all left laughing at John calling his new earrings, belly button piercing and nipple piercings sexy. He lay there amazed. He knew Rachelle wanted to take his submission up a few notches, but he couldn’t believe this was all happening so fast.

      The domme unshackled John from the bench before cuffing his ankles and hands behind his back as she ushered him out of her penthouse suite in bondage with a face full of cum for everyone to see.

        Just before she closed the door she told him “If you want the key to your chastity belt and access to Rachelle's room, hurry to Room 516… before it’s too late.” The urgency of her voice sent fear through him, making him feel both anxious and excited. He knew he had to move quickly.

       John hurried down the polished corridor of the cruise ship, the sharp click of his heels echoing with every step. His ears, nipples, and belly button throbbed with a sweet sting, reminding him of his submission.

        With his hands now cuffed behind his back, he awkwardly leaned forward, knocking on the door with his head. After a brief pause, the door opened, revealing a stunning Thai woman dressed in sleek black latex, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.

"Come in, sissy," she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. "We've been expecting you."

     John's cock strained uncomfortably within the tight confines of the chastity belt as he entered the suite, his breath catching in his throat. The room was filled with several women dressed head to toe in sleek, form-fitting latex. Their outfits glistened under the soft light, every curve accentuated by the shiny material.

     He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing—there was something familiar about their faces. Then, an elegant black woman stepped forward, a knowing smirk on her lips.

      "I see your outfit's already showing a little wear and tear from the competition earlier," she teased, her voice smooth as silk.

      John’s heart sank as the memory clicked into place. These weren’t just any women—they had all competed in the competition earlier. His eyes dropped to the floor, but not before he noticed the unmistakable bulges in their latex pants. His cheeks flushed as the realization hit him—these were trans women. And now, they were all looking at him with amused, predatory eyes.

The Thai woman took hold of the leash to his collar and led him to the centre of the room.

        John knelt in the centre of the circle, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked around at the trans women surrounding him. They stood tall and confident, their gazes filled with a mix of amusement and challenge, each one aware of the power they held over him.

        The beautiful strong black trans woman stepped forward and began to speak to John with a smirk on her ebony face.

"Take a look out the window, slut," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.

     John’s eyes darted toward the window, his stomach tightening. There, just outside, was a thin pole extending from the ship's deck. At the very top hung two keys—one for his chastity belt and the other for his wife’s room. The pole stood tall and almost vertical for now, but he could see the mechanism slowly shifting it downward.

      "Both keys are yours," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "but only if you can make each of us cum within the next thirty minutes." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "I’d hurry, though. Every minute, that pole moves closer to horizontal… and once it does, those keys will fall into the ocean, lost forever."

      John's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the pole, knowing exactly what he had to do—desperation and arousal intertwining as the clock began to tick. His throat tightened as he saw the keys dangling from its tip.

        Failure wasn’t an option, but the challenge was steep, and the pressure was crushing. He noticed the pole move a small bit horizontally and he gasped out loud.

        "Better get started, sissy," one of the women said with a smirk, her voice dripping with condescension. The others chuckled softly, their eyes never leaving him. John swallowed hard, his mouth dry, but he knew there was no way out.

        He immediately took the first woman’s nine-inch cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly, desperate to please, knowing time was slipping away. The taste filled his mouth, the sounds of her soft moans spurring him on, but he could hear the faint creak of the pole starting to shift.

       "Good girl," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she thrust into his mouth. John focused, his tongue working feverishly, but the weight of the task loomed heavy in his mind. He needed to make her cum, and fast.

        The seconds ticked by in a blur, his jaw aching, and just when he felt her near the edge, she moaned deeply, releasing herself into his mouth. John swallowed, choking slightly but moving on quickly—there was no time to waste.

          The pole was already tilting, now at a harsh angle, the keys swaying precariously. Panic surged through him as he hurried to the next woman. Her cock was already stiff, her smirk confident as she watched him work.

         His lips wrapped around her, but the pressure was getting to him. His rhythm faltered, and he could feel the judgmental stares of the others on him, silently reminding him of what was at stake.

        "Faster, sissy," one of the women urged as she whipped his exposed ass, her voice sharp, and John’s hands shook as he sped up, desperate to meet her demands. But the pole kept lowering, the key inching closer to the water.

         It was impossible to focus, his heart racing, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he tried to make her cum. Time was slipping away, and his frustration was building. Her hips bucked, and she finally moaned, cumming in his mouth as he gagged slightly, barely managing to hold it together.

       But by the time he moved to the third woman, the pole was almost horizontal. The key dangled dangerously close to the surface of the water, swaying with every movement of the ship. John’s panic turned to desperation as he worked, his mouth moving faster, trying to push her toward release. But she was taking her time, enjoying his struggle.

"Look at you, so desperate," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "Do you think you’ll make it?"

      John’s heart sank as her words hit him. He could feel himself losing control, his mind fraying as the pole dropped even lower. And then, with one last creak, it was horizontal.

"No..." he whispered around her cock, his eyes wide in horror.

       In slow motion, he watched as the keys slipped from the chain, plunging into the dark ocean below. His body froze, the humiliation washing over him in waves. He had failed. He could feel the smirks of the women all around him, their amusement thick in the air as they looked down at him—still kneeling, still sucking, but now utterly defeated.

      "Looks like you won’t be getting out of that cage anytime soon," one of them purred, laughing softly as the others joined in, leaving John to wallow in his shame.

          Now, make sure you finish every one of us off before heading to room 199 for your punishment, slut. John sucked on the remaining cocks as they pulled on his nipple piercings, teased him about his new pink earrings and belly button. Load after load was blown down his throat as tears swelled in his eyes. He had been so close to freedom and finally fucking his wife.

      John left the room, a mix of adrenaline and shame heating his body as the sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating the corridor. He began his descent down several flights of stairs, each step echoing in his mind as anticipation swirled. The cruise ship was waking up, and early passengers strolled by, some whispering and others snapping discreet photos of him.

       Reaching the door marked "199," John hesitated briefly before turning the handle. Inside, the room was dimly lit, but a single spotlight shone on the photo of his wife. She lay sunbathing in a tight red swimsuit, her curves unmistakable, with a small note pinned beside it. His pulse quickened as he read it, knowing what awaited him next...

        Hey there, sweetie 😉 Seems like you’ve been a little careless… I just got word that one of the two keys to your little cage is now at the bottom of the ocean! Guess you didn’t want to cum as badly as I thought 😘

         But don’t worry, there’s still one left… if you can earn it. Or maybe you like the idea of staying locked up forever? Your choice, sissy. Let’s see how badly you want it. Head to room 333 for your next chance to prove you want to be unlocked so you can fuck my tight pussy 😏

      John's body reacted immediately to the photo and message from his wife. It was clear she was taking his feminization and submission to a whole new level this time. He felt the pressure in his chastity belt, his excitement building. What exactly had she planned for him in room 333?