The dimly lit alleyway behind the Swing Shift theater was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of bass from inside. I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the back entrance. The text had been clear: “Come alone. Dress plain. Knock twice.” I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the door, before rapping my knuckles against the metal surface.The door creaked open, revealing a woman with sharp features and a predatory smile. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, her crimson lips curling as she looked me up and down. “You’re late,” she purred, stepping aside to let me in. “But you’ll do.”I followed her down a narrow hallway, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. My nerves were on edge, but there was an undeniable thrill coursing through me. This was it. The moment I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.She led me into a small bathroom, the fluorescent light flickering overhead. “Strip,” she commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I reached for the hem of my shirt. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”I swallowed hard and began to undress, my movements slow and deliberate. She watched me intently, her eyes roaming over my body as I peeled off each layer of clothing. When I was down to my boxers, she stepped forward, her fingers brushing against my chest. “Good,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Now, let’s make you pretty.”She unzipped my duffel bag and began pulling out the items I’d packed: a breast plate, a wig, lingerie, stockings, and heels. She held up the pink and white French maid outfit, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “This will suit you perfectly.”I stood still as she helped me into the breast plate, her hands cool against my skin. She adjusted the straps, ensuring it fit snugly before moving on to the lingerie. The lace felt foreign against my body, but there was something exhilarating about it. She slid the stockings up my legs, her fingers grazing my thighs as she fastened them with garters.“Step into the heels,” she instructed, holding them out for me. I wobbled slightly as I slipped them on, the unfamiliar height throwing off my balance. She steadied me with a hand on my arm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine.Next came the wig, a cascade of blonde curls that she carefully arranged around my face. She stepped back to admire her work, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Almost there,” she said, reaching for the makeup bag.I closed my eyes as she began to apply the makeup, her touch gentle but precise. She painted my lips a deep red, smudged dark eyeshadow across my lids, and dusted my cheeks with blush. When she was done, she handed me a mirror. “Take a look.”I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. The transformation was complete. I looked… feminine. Beautiful, even. A rush of excitement surged through me, mingling with the nervousness that still lingered.“Perfect,” she said, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, one last thing.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small metal device—a chastity cage. My breath hitched as she knelt before me, her fingers deftly securing it in place. The cold metal pressed against me, a constant reminder of my submission.She stood and took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and down the hallway toward the main theater. The sound of music and laughter grew louder as we approached, and my heart raced with anticipation. She pushed open the door, revealing a room filled with people—some dressed in elaborate costumes, others in various states of undress.Her husband was waiting near the stage, his eyes lighting up as he saw us approach. He was tall and muscular, his presence commanding as he stepped forward to greet us. “Well, well,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”The woman squeezed my hand, her nails digging into my skin just enough to make me wince. “Go on,” she whispered in my ear. “Show him what you’re made of.”I dropped to my knees before him, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt. He chuckled softly, his fingers tangling in my hair as I fumbled with the buckle. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take your time.”As I worked, I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, their gazes burning into my skin. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation. I glanced up at him through my lashes, my lips parting as I finally freed him from his pants.He groaned softly as I took him into my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I found myself losing myself in the moment, my movements becoming more confident as I pleased him.The woman watched with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She turned to another sissy who had been lingering nearby, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you come here and make yourself useful?” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.The sissy eagerly obeyed, dropping to his knees before her and burying his face between her legs. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she enjoyed the attention.I continued to focus on her husband, my tongue swirling around him as I worked him closer to the edge. He groaned again, his hips bucking slightly as he neared his climax. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Just like that.”The room erupted into cheers and applause as he finally came, his release filling my mouth. I swallowed obediently, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pride.The woman stepped forward, her hand resting on my shoulder as she looked down at me with a wicked grin. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, let’s see how many more cocks you can handle tonight.”She turned to the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for potential volunteers. My heart raced as I realized what was coming next…

In the dimly lit alley behind the Swing Shift theater, I was transformed by a mysterious woman into a feminine persona, complete with a breast plate, lingerie, and a chastity cage. I was then led into a room filled with people, where I performed oral sex on the woman's husband, while another sissy attended to her. The woman then prepared me for more sexual encounters with the crowd.

The dimly lit alleyway behind the Swing Shift theater was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of bass from inside. I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the back entrance. The text had been clear: *“Come alone. Dress plain. Knock twice.”* I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the door, before rapping my knuckles against the metal surface.

The door creaked open, revealing a woman with sharp features and a predatory smile. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, her crimson lips curling as she looked me up and down. “You’re late,” she purred, stepping aside to let me in. “But you’ll do.”

I followed her down a narrow hallway, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. My nerves were on edge, but there was an undeniable thrill coursing through me. This was it. The moment I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.

She led me into a small bathroom, the fluorescent light flickering overhead. “Strip,” she commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I reached for the hem of my shirt. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I swallowed hard and began to undress, my movements slow and deliberate. She watched me intently, her eyes roaming over my body as I peeled off each layer of clothing. When I was down to my boxers, she stepped forward, her fingers brushing against my chest. “Good,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Now, let’s make you pretty.”

She unzipped my duffel bag and began pulling out the items I’d packed: a breast plate, a wig, lingerie, stockings, and heels. She held up the pink and white French maid outfit, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “This will suit you perfectly.”

I stood still as she helped me into the breast plate, her hands cool against my skin. She adjusted the straps, ensuring it fit snugly before moving on to the lingerie. The lace felt foreign against my body, but there was something exhilarating about it. She slid the stockings up my legs, her fingers grazing my thighs as she fastened them with garters.

“Step into the heels,” she instructed, holding them out for me. I wobbled slightly as I slipped them on, the unfamiliar height throwing off my balance. She steadied me with a hand on my arm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine.

Next came the wig, a cascade of blonde curls that she carefully arranged around my face. She stepped back to admire her work, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Almost there,” she said, reaching for the makeup bag.

I closed my eyes as she began to apply the makeup, her touch gentle but precise. She painted my lips a deep red, smudged dark eyeshadow across my lids, and dusted my cheeks with blush. When she was done, she handed me a mirror. “Take a look.”

I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. The transformation was complete. I looked… *feminine.* Beautiful, even. A rush of excitement surged through me, mingling with the nervousness that still lingered.

“Perfect,” she said, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, one last thing.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small metal device—a chastity cage. My breath hitched as she knelt before me, her fingers deftly securing it in place. The cold metal pressed against me, a constant reminder of my submission.

She stood and took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and down the hallway toward the main theater. The sound of music and laughter grew louder as we approached, and my heart raced with anticipation. She pushed open the door, revealing a room filled with people—some dressed in elaborate costumes, others in various states of undress.

Her husband was waiting near the stage, his eyes lighting up as he saw us approach. He was tall and muscular, his presence commanding as he stepped forward to greet us. “Well, well,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

The woman squeezed my hand, her nails digging into my skin just enough to make me wince. “Go on,” she whispered in my ear. “Show him what you’re made of.”

I dropped to my knees before him, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt. He chuckled softly, his fingers tangling in my hair as I fumbled with the buckle. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take your time.”

As I worked, I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, their gazes burning into my skin. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation. I glanced up at him through my lashes, my lips parting as I finally freed him from his pants.

He groaned softly as I took him into my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I found myself losing myself in the moment, my movements becoming more confident as I pleased him.

The woman watched with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She turned to another sissy who had been lingering nearby, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you come here and make yourself useful?” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

The sissy eagerly obeyed, dropping to his knees before her and burying his face between her legs. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she enjoyed the attention.

I continued to focus on her husband, my tongue swirling around him as I worked him closer to the edge. He groaned again, his hips bucking slightly as he neared his climax. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Just like that.”

The room erupted into cheers and applause as he finally came, his release filling my mouth. I swallowed obediently, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

The woman stepped forward, her hand resting on my shoulder as she looked down at me with a wicked grin. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, let’s see how many more cocks you can handle tonight.”

She turned to the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for potential volunteers. My heart raced as I realized what was coming next…

A crossdresser meets a couple at a sex theater, where he is feminized and forced to perform sexual acts on the husband and other men. The wife enjoys being pleasured by other sissies and watches as her husband fucks the crossdresser, who is then passed around for anal sex and eventually has a sissygasm.

Theatrical Submission

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