Sissy
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,883
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story is fiction. The persons are, likewise, fictional. Any resemblance was coincedenyal, not intentional. Also, I made no money on this so please review.
Sissy
A/N: Don’t usually write Fem-dom, but a friend(who is not on AFF) chalenged me to go outside my norm and write something different. My ‘normal’ is m-dom. This is the result. I hesitantly decided to post it.
Disclaimer. This is fiction it is not real. Any resemblance to any persons, living, dead or…is totally by sheer coincidence and not intentional and the author profusly apoligizes. The subject is a little dark and unless you are over the age of majority (18 in Canada), leave…now!
Sissy
I heard the key in the door. Rolling out of bed I stood in front of the door. As the door opened I fell to my knees. Mistress Leah stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. I leaned forward to kiss her feet, noting, only briefly, that she was wearing her heavy steel-toed boots. Last time she wore her steel-toed boots, she had kicked me in my balls…hard. I kissed her boots.
“How’s my sissy-boy?” she asked.
“I’m good Mistress, thank you Mistress,” I responded.
“Really, why are you ‘good’?”
“I’m ‘good’ because I’m in my Mistress’ presence Mistress.” I answered.
“You’re in my presence and you’re only good?”
“Forgive me Mistress, I’m both honoured and humbled to be in your presence Mistress,” I corrected myself.
“Stand boy,” she commanded. I rose smoothing the denim mini-skirt I was wearing. She lifted it to peer under it. My cock-cage was the only thing I was wearing. I was forbidden to wear underwear of any kind…ever. She gently runs her fingernail up my cock causing it to spring to life, causing intense pain as the spikes started to pierce my cock. Mistress Leah smiled.
“Does that hurt boy?” she asked looking at my face
“Yes Mistress it hurts Mistress,” I answered
“Good,” she said continuing to stroke me until tears came to my eyes. She stopped, smiling. She produced a key from around her neck and opened the cock cage. I would likely end up with a mouthful of my own cum. I was either going to be ridden until she came, after which I would suck it from her pussy, or be masturbated by my Mistress until I came, after which I would lick it off whatever I came on. She choose the first one. Unfortunately, she came first and my cock was again locked, up, teetering on the edge of an orgasm and denied.
“On your knees, ‘ she said impatiently. I rolled out of bed, and knelt at her feet. “Stay,” she ordered. She left my room crossing the hall to her room. She came back carrying a black bag.
“I’m having a party tonight. You’ll be serving there, wearing this,” she said dropping the bag on my bed, before retreating and closing the door. I went to the bag and opened it. Inside was a French maid outfit. The back of the frilly dress started at the hips and ran to the knees. As usual, there were no panties or underwear of any kind. When I was dressed, I dropped to my knees next to the door and waited almost an hour
Mistress Leah returned about an hour later.
“You look so cute like that sissy-boy. The guests have started to arrive so, hands behind your back.” I complied, confused, “First you’ll be blowing the male guests including my boyfriend and eating out the female guests, starting with your girlfriend…oh I’m sorry, your ex-girlfriend, Tamoya,” she said with a smile as she slid the plastic zip-tie tight around my wrists. Finally, she secured a ring gag in my mouth, securing the straps behind my head.
“I know you’re a good pussy-licking, cock-sucking slut, but I like my male slaves gagged,” she said as she grabbed me under the armpit and pulled me towards the stairway. Personally, I prefer ball-gags, but since your mouth will be in high demand, that simply won’t do.” She walked me into the living room. The assembled guts fell silent. Tamoya was on the floor in the middle of the living room. Two large muscular guys were jackhammering into both her holes, her delicate left hand was wrapped around a third dick, a blue ball-gag was in her mouth, which is all I could see of her face as a bondage hood was over her face. A tiny tuft of red-hair was visible under the bondage hood. I was walked over to Tomoya.
“Suck her well bitch,” the guy who was jackhammering her pussy said, bringing laughter from all the guests. After I was done sucking Tomoya’s love juices and her rapists cum I pulled back. Mistress Leah pulled me to my feet.
“How did I taste in your girlfriend whore?’ the guy asked.
“Oh, trust me, he enjoyed himself thoroughly,” she said grabbing my chin in her left hand, “isn’t that right big brother?”
Disclaimer. This is fiction it is not real. Any resemblance to any persons, living, dead or…is totally by sheer coincidence and not intentional and the author profusly apoligizes. The subject is a little dark and unless you are over the age of majority (18 in Canada), leave…now!
Sissy
I heard the key in the door. Rolling out of bed I stood in front of the door. As the door opened I fell to my knees. Mistress Leah stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. I leaned forward to kiss her feet, noting, only briefly, that she was wearing her heavy steel-toed boots. Last time she wore her steel-toed boots, she had kicked me in my balls…hard. I kissed her boots.
“How’s my sissy-boy?” she asked.
“I’m good Mistress, thank you Mistress,” I responded.
“Really, why are you ‘good’?”
“I’m ‘good’ because I’m in my Mistress’ presence Mistress.” I answered.
“You’re in my presence and you’re only good?”
“Forgive me Mistress, I’m both honoured and humbled to be in your presence Mistress,” I corrected myself.
“Stand boy,” she commanded. I rose smoothing the denim mini-skirt I was wearing. She lifted it to peer under it. My cock-cage was the only thing I was wearing. I was forbidden to wear underwear of any kind…ever. She gently runs her fingernail up my cock causing it to spring to life, causing intense pain as the spikes started to pierce my cock. Mistress Leah smiled.
“Does that hurt boy?” she asked looking at my face
“Yes Mistress it hurts Mistress,” I answered
“Good,” she said continuing to stroke me until tears came to my eyes. She stopped, smiling. She produced a key from around her neck and opened the cock cage. I would likely end up with a mouthful of my own cum. I was either going to be ridden until she came, after which I would suck it from her pussy, or be masturbated by my Mistress until I came, after which I would lick it off whatever I came on. She choose the first one. Unfortunately, she came first and my cock was again locked, up, teetering on the edge of an orgasm and denied.
“On your knees, ‘ she said impatiently. I rolled out of bed, and knelt at her feet. “Stay,” she ordered. She left my room crossing the hall to her room. She came back carrying a black bag.
“I’m having a party tonight. You’ll be serving there, wearing this,” she said dropping the bag on my bed, before retreating and closing the door. I went to the bag and opened it. Inside was a French maid outfit. The back of the frilly dress started at the hips and ran to the knees. As usual, there were no panties or underwear of any kind. When I was dressed, I dropped to my knees next to the door and waited almost an hour
Mistress Leah returned about an hour later.
“You look so cute like that sissy-boy. The guests have started to arrive so, hands behind your back.” I complied, confused, “First you’ll be blowing the male guests including my boyfriend and eating out the female guests, starting with your girlfriend…oh I’m sorry, your ex-girlfriend, Tamoya,” she said with a smile as she slid the plastic zip-tie tight around my wrists. Finally, she secured a ring gag in my mouth, securing the straps behind my head.
“I know you’re a good pussy-licking, cock-sucking slut, but I like my male slaves gagged,” she said as she grabbed me under the armpit and pulled me towards the stairway. Personally, I prefer ball-gags, but since your mouth will be in high demand, that simply won’t do.” She walked me into the living room. The assembled guts fell silent. Tamoya was on the floor in the middle of the living room. Two large muscular guys were jackhammering into both her holes, her delicate left hand was wrapped around a third dick, a blue ball-gag was in her mouth, which is all I could see of her face as a bondage hood was over her face. A tiny tuft of red-hair was visible under the bondage hood. I was walked over to Tomoya.
“Suck her well bitch,” the guy who was jackhammering her pussy said, bringing laughter from all the guests. After I was done sucking Tomoya’s love juices and her rapists cum I pulled back. Mistress Leah pulled me to my feet.
“How did I taste in your girlfriend whore?’ the guy asked.
“Oh, trust me, he enjoyed himself thoroughly,” she said grabbing my chin in her left hand, “isn’t that right big brother?”