Cassy's Game

aasasza · Jan 22, 2020

My name is Jason, I'm a thirty two year old machinist, married to a wonderful woman. Her name is Cassandra but everyone calls her Cassy. Everyone but me that is. You see I'm a panty slave, cuckolded, slut, whored out husband that is only allowed to call my sweet wife Mistress Cassandra. I'm only allowed to wear... Well, we'll get to that eventually.

I know exactly when it started, from the beginning I was willing to give the reins to this beautiful woman. At five-eleven, she is the same height as me. With heels on she towered over me but I never minded, and neither did she. It gave me a perverse kind of thrill to reach up to kiss her. She always wore her black hair long and does to this day. When she wears her hair up she looks commanding and severe, but as you may have already guessed I love the way it looks when she wears it that way. Her breasts are not overly large, 34C, with thick eraser type nipples. Her hips are slim with long tapered legs that go right up to what I believe is the world's most perfect ass.

I always let her decide where we went, who we had as friends, and what we did. Not all the decisions, but most of them I left up to her. I'm definitely not the assertive type. She was a pleasant and charming woman but could also be imperious and subtly demanding. I gave in to her almost always. I knew how fortunate I was to have a beautiful and intelligent woman in love with me.

I've never considered myself a prize. Although I tried to stay in shape and generally succeeded I did not posses an impressive physique or any physical talents. In addition to my previously stated height I weighed 160 pounds sopping wet and was I thought amply endowed with the standard 6" penis.

We have been married for ten years. It was about five years ago that the flame started to go out of our sex life. We still had sex quite often but I had found a Penthouse Variations at work one day and I was immediately struck by how reading erotic literature could turn me on so much. I started purchasing copies of the magazine and was soon drawn to the kinkier stories involving BDSM. I would keep the magazines hidden in my truck and ran the stories through in my head as I was making love to my wife. Soon enough, by fantasizing about her spanking me or degrading me this came to be the only way that I could achieve an orgasm. In retrospect, if I had shared my discovery of erotica with my lovely bride I probably wouldn't be in the position that I am today. But hindsight is twenty-twenty.

It was inevitable that Cassy would find out about my secret stash of porn. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to get caught. One day when her car had to go into the shop, she used my truck for the day. I didn't even think of my stash until about halfway through the day, and then I wasn't too worried. Why would she look in a Builder's Square bag underneath the passenger seat of my truck?

Of course she looked, of course she found it and of course she was hurt and curious about my hidden sexual needs. When she picked me up after work I knew that something was wrong. I pretty much got the silent treatment all the way home. When we got home she confronted me with the evidence. She wasn't aware of the nature of the magazines, only that they had "dirty" pictures and "filthy" stories.

I tried to blow it all off, emphasizing that I didn't use them for masturbating and that it was just a whim that I held onto them. She seemed to accept my explanation but she still seemed reserved and I knew I had placed a strain on our relationship.

I went about my normal routine that evening, doing some chores and catching up on some technical reading for work. When I went to bed I was surprised to find Cassy sitting up in bed reading one of the "dirty" magazines. Even though I was afraid she might rekindle our earlier argument, I felt a twinge of sexual excitement as I saw she was actually reading, not just scanning the magazine.

"Find anything interesting?" I tried to make light of the situation.

"Yes, very." She replied without taking her nose from the book.

I quickly stripped and got under the covers next to her, snuggling next to her as I sunk into the bed. A familiar pretense to our usual love making routine.

"I'm still not pleased with finding these." She said in response to my unasked question. Letting me know that I wouldn't be enjoying any sexual satisfaction that night.

"I understand that reading this type of thing can be stimulating," she continued, "but why would you keep this sort of thing from me?"

I did my best to try to explain that it was all an innocent mistake on my part. I apologized over and over, all the time dreading that she would realize that the magazines from my truck had one single theme, BDSM. At the same time I knew that she was bright enough to put the pieces of this puzzle together herself. I asked myself if this would hurt her because it would seem like such a betrayal once it dawned on her, or if her anger over my fantasized cheating would make me the object of scorn or derision. The only thing I could possibly do was try to soften the blow, no matter which way the hammer fell. I made my bed, now all I could do was lie in it.

I had trouble falling asleep that night, and the strain of those next few evenings as I would go to bed and find her there before me, reading another magazine, made it difficult for my exhausted self to find any peace or sleep. Her denial of my sexual needs didn't help matters either. When I did sleep I would have nightmares, usually of a semi-sexual nature. Dreaming that I couldn't achieve an erection, or once I had, dreaming that I couldn't come. Images of my wife in the throws of orgasm as I was just a lowly spectator haunted my nights, waking me in a cold sweat with an erection that you could drive nails with.

Cassy never acknowledged that I was having bad dreams. She seemed to grow more distant the further she got into the pile of magazines. Finally by the end of the week I couldn't take it anymore and I lay awake after the lights had gone out waiting for my wife's steady breathing, the signal that she was asleep. I entered our adjoining bathroom with the top magazine from the stack next to Cassy's side of the bed and by the light of the nightlight I started to read and jerk off. It didn't take long for me to realize an orgasm was quickly on it's way when the light snapped on and there in the doorway was my beautiful wife Casey with a look on her face that was part disgust, part surprise and part "GOTCHA".

"What are you doing?" came from her mouth as her eyes looked from the softening dick in my hand to the open magazine in my other. She covered the space between us in a flash and grabbed the magazine from my hand, artfully reserving the page that I had turned to. I was so stunned I hadn't even let go of my dick.

"Is this the type of thing that turns you on?" She asked me as she held out the pages with the undeniable title of, "Make Me Wear Your Panties, Then Spank Me".

She grilled me about the magazines once again, making me admit that the kinkier stories were what drew me to them. She accused me of lying to her when I said that I didn't masturbate to them. When I feebly told her that it was the first time I had ever done it she looked at me with contempt.

The argument ended with her crying while walking out the door with a hastily packed overnight bag. She told me she was going to her parents house in the next town over and that she needed a few days to think this, and us, over.

To say I was devastated was an understatement. I roamed the house all weekend, cursing myself for being such a fool. I tried calling her at her parents house but her father told me she wouldn't come to the phone. I drove by but lacked the courage to stop and ring the bell. I told myself that I would do anything to get Cassy back in my life. She was my soul mate, my best friend and my wife all rolled into one. I realized that my life without her would be nothing.

By Sunday evening I was so exhausted from lack of sleep and worry that I stopped jumping up every time I heard a car come down the street. I lay on our bed, missing Cassy, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

The thing that woke me I think was the lack of air. That was the first thing that penetrated my fogged brain, that I couldn't breath. The next thing I realized was that it was my wife's pussy and ass that were suffocating me. I could feel her long slender fingers grasping my hair on either side of my head, forcing my face into the cleft between her legs. When I went to get her off me so I could breath that was the next thing that penetrated my clouded brain. My hands were tied! Apparently so were my feet. Recognition clicked on as my synapses started firing too fast for my overwhelmed senses. I was tied up in bed and my wife was either trying to kill me or reach an orgasm on my face, or both. I did what any red blooded male would do at that point and stuck my tongue out and started licking for all I was worth.

"Ah, that's it, come on, come on, yeeeeaaaah!" I could hear my lovely wife crying out as my tongue hit home on her clit and she let me up for a little air. I gave all my energy and focus on that spot between her clit and her vaginal opening, flicking my tongue back and forth, up and down the way I knew she liked it. I could feel her impending orgasm like electricity in my mouth.

The only thing new about this was that I was tied up. Cassy knew that I was a devout cunt licker and had often ridden my face to many pre-penetration orgasms. But when her orgasm came and went she kept riding me, telling me with a definite edge to her voice that I'd better not stop. My tongue was getting tired and my jaw ached but I hung in there like a trooper. She didn't get off me until she had cum three times.

I lay there with my face bathed in sweat and cum, breathing like I had just run a marathon. My cock was rock hard, pulsing with every beat of my heart. Cassy lay on her side, one hand propping her head up as she looked at me with love in her eyes and a Mona Lisa smile on her face.

She explained that she hadn't meant to tie me down when she first came home but when she saw me sleeping like a little lost boy with dried tears on his cheek she just couldn't resist. She was going to have a long talk with me first about my hidden desires and then make her decision about what to do based upon my response. Then she realized that I loved her and would do whatever she wanted me to do anyway.

"This isn't going to be something we can just play at every once in a while when you feel like it. You realize that don't you? If you want me to dominate you it will be on my terms only. I'm not over being angry at you and I figure the best way to get it out of my system will be to take it out on you. As long as that's what you want I'm willing to give it to you. This is as much of a learning process for me as it is for you."

I tried to explain that I would take her on any terms she desired, that I loved her more than life itself and she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to. I would gladly surpress any desires I had just to have her in my life. I babbled on looking deep into her eyes trying to read anything beyond the amusement in her eyes.

"Shut up, slave!" when she called me that it was like a knife had cut all the tension in the room. I closed my eyes and visibly gulped.

"This is something I want to do. I don't want to find more magazines five years from now and go through the same thing again. I know you're curious and frankly," she paused and stretched her arms above her head kittenishly, "I am too. After reading all those pornos I admit they've got my motor running."

I opened my mouth to talk but she placed her finger over my lips and shushed me.

"Don't talk, listen. The rules are as follows. This is my game and I'll be making all the rules from now on. You have to do everything and anything I say whenever I say it. This may last a day, a year or the rest of our lives. When I am tired of the game I will end it. Until I say so it ain't over. If you don't want to participate just let me know and we can end it, and our marriage at the same time. I would rather divorce you than wonder if you're trying to get your sick thrills from a magazine or somebody else. If you agree to this just nod your head. If you don't, I expect you to pack your things and leave."

I lay there, stunned. I hadn't imagined anything remotely like this but I was incredibly turned on by the whole prospect. I searched her eyes for any sign that it was all a joke but I knew she was dead serious. I silently nodded my head and watched her sly smile turn into a grin.

She got on her knees and untied my hands and then my ankles. As I sat there, rubbing my wrists I knew that now was not the time to speak. She rummaged in her top drawer and pulled out a pair of red nylon panties with ruffles on the back and threw them onto my stomach.

"Put these on and come to bed. You've got a little work to do before you can sleep."

With that I donned the silky panties and stretched them over my raging erection. I felt absolutely foolish wearing them and a little voice in my head told me to end this now, but I knew I couldn't.

She gave a soft chuckle when she saw the discomfort on my face. She reclined on a mound of pillows, spread her legs and crooked a finger to me. Pointing to her sweet pussy. I climbed between her outstretched legs as she pulled my face to her still wet pussy.

As I licked her swollen lips and turgid clit she said, "I've been doing quite a lot of reading lately, as you well know, I'm not too crazy about the more violent aspects of this. I mean I just can't see myself wielding a whip or crushing your balls or anything like that. But I do like the idea of a man at my beck and call to do my bidding, and I'm willing to sacrifice a loving husband for an obedient slave. At least for a while anyway."

Her words turned my attempt at pleasuring her into an act of worship. My cock seemed to grow even harder as I lapped at her slit. I was already humping the bed, rubbing my dick against the silky smoothness of my panties, and I couldn't resist reaching down with my hand to stroke my penis.

Her hand struck the back of my head with enough force to make me pause.

"Just because I don't like violence doesn't mean I won't use it to keep you in line. From now on only I can touch your penis. It belongs to me. Just for that you will not be allowed to cum tonight. I will however let you decide what your punishment will be. You can either get a spanking now or you can have your hands tied behind your back until morning."

I knew right away that I would opt for the spanking rather than have my hands tied, but I made a show of thinking about it for a few seconds before I bowed my head and said, "Spanking please."

"All right," she said. "But if I'm going to give you a spanking I think I had better tie your hands anyway. Just for the spanking part until I'm done. That way it will be harder for you to resist, and I'd hate to have to punish you for resisting.

With that she had me stand by the side of the bed and turn my back to her while she released one of the ropes she had previously tied me with and started to tie my hands together behind my back. When I was securely bound, and I was surprised at the talent she showed with the ropes, she guided me to her lap and started to caress my ass cheeks through the ruffled bottom of my panties.

"Are we going to do this with your pretty panties on or off? She asked.

"On please." I replied, my cock back to full hardness as she continued to rub her hand on my butt.

"I think we'll try it with them off this first time, just so we have an understanding of how it will feel for you to upset me the next time."

She pulled the bottoms down to just below my cheeks and started to really lay into my bottom with her bare hand, shocking me with the force of her blows. There was no counting or saying "Thank you Mistress", like you always read about in the stories. Just a plain old-fashioned ass-tanning. I endured the red hot pain of her wrath stoically, I didn't cry out or moan. I was probably more shocked than anything else. Her hand like a flail on my tender buns. My raging erection gone.

When she finished she was breathing hard and shaking her hand as if it was numb. "I'm going to have to find something else to hit you with if you're going to continue to be bad. Why didn't you warn me that I might hurt my hand doing this?"

I tried to explain that I didn't expect her to hit me so hard or so often otherwise I would have suggested something else but she didn't even reply. She pulled the panties back up over my ass and pushed me off her lap, stepping over me and walking into the bathroom.

I heard the tap start running and I imagined she was running cold water over her sore hand. She came back out with wet hands and said. "Just for that I'm not going to release your hands, you'll have to sleep like that for further punishment."

I tried to protest but I saw from the look in her eye that I would get nowhere with her. She replied, "If you'd like to keep talking we can see what else I can come up with for punishment."

I knew I had no choice but to submit to my wife and her cruel intentions. She directed me to get back in bed next to her and lay on my back. When I had gotten into bed she cuddled up right next to me, placing her hot, sore hand on my cock and playfully whispered in my ear. "Can you feel how hot my hand is? I'm going to have to use a wooden spoon or a hairbrush next time."

I just moaned as my dick returned to full hardness. She giggled and started rubbing my erection through the panties. I lay there as the heat in her hand transferred itself onto my stiff cock, wondering what I had gotten myself into. After what seemed like only minutes I discovered that my wife was asleep and my hands were going numb. I managed to wriggle onto my side to relieve the pressure and as I did her hand stayed right in my engorged cock. I felt like I had just stepped into The Twilight Zone and wondered if I could keep this up or if she would drive me from the house. I had plenty of time to think it over as it was almost impossible to go to sleep with a raging hard on and my ass on fire.

I finally fell asleep in this position but amazingly I had no bad dreams and had a restful sleep. When I awoke the next morning...

Well, maybe we should save that for next time.

aasasza · Jan 22, 2020

Part 2

I awoke in the morning to a dull throbbing pain in my hands that were still tied behind my back. During my sleep I must have tried to pull my hands from their restraints and tightened the ropes, cutting off circulation. The tingling was almost unbearable. I managed to look at the alarm clock next to me and saw that I had neglected to set the alarm last night and frankly, hadn't even thought of it, and now I was at the very least going to be 45 minutes late for work if I skipped my shower, did a quick shave and drove like a maniac.

The possibility of calling in sick crossed my mind but I knew I would certainly garner the wrath of my boss if I didn't give at least 2 hours notice, and that time had long since passed.

"Cassy," no answer. "Cassy please you've got to untie me, I'm late for work!"

"Hmmm", was the only response as she rolled on her other side and covered her head with her pillow.

"Come on Cassy, I'm not kidding. I'm gonna be late for work now untie me. COME ON!"

She looked at me with one sleepy eye and a scowl on her face. " Why didn't you set the alarm?"

"Cassy please untie me, I'm gonna be late for work and my hands are killing me"

Thankfully she started to untie my hands but the going was slow and I was impatient.

"Come on, come on."

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder. The knot is so tight I can't get it undone. You must have been trying to get loose, like a bad little boy, and now it's so tight I can't get it off. Why don't you go get me a knife and I'll try to cut it off?"

My initial reaction would have led me to tell her to get the knife herself as I was tied up at the moment but my response was tempered by the events of last night and I scrambled out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

I entered the kitchen and had to turn around to open the knife drawer. As I rummaged for the knife I realized that I was totally exposed by our patio door to the view of our next door neighbor Grady as he was getting in to his car to head out for work. I didn't see him look my way but it dawned on me that I would have some explaining to do if he had seen me standing there in my red ruffled panties with my hands tied behind my back.

I dropped the knife on my way back to the bedroom and found out you can't pick something up from the floor with your hands tied behind your back, so I returned to the kitchen for another. Finally I made it back to the bedroom and urged my wife to be quick about it. This only seemed to slow her down, saying, "You don't want me to slip and cut you, do you?"

When my hands were free I pulled them in front of me and the pain shot right through me as the blood rushed into them. "Damn Cassy, I think you've fucked up my hands."

She looked at me coldly and said, "I thought you were late for work."

I went to push the panties down my legs as I headed to the bathroom for a quick shave.

"Leave those on" she said imperiously. Looking down her nose at me.

I wanted to tell her to shove it all, that she was crazy if she thought that I would take this kind of abuse. That she had no right to endanger my health, mess with my job or play with my emotions. I pulled them back on and went into the bathroom.

"What a mess." I thought to myself as I tried to navigate the razor over my weekend growth. Frankly I was commenting on the difficulty of shaving my three day beard with painfully numb hands and a razor I couldn't keep a grip on. But the general condition my fucked up life was in at the moment certainly was in the back of my mind.

I made a poor practice of removing my beard, cutting myself three times in the process and leaving many unshaved patches. As I was running out the door I asked Cassy to call my supervisor and explain that I was running late and would be in shortly. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'll tell him that you were tied up."

I finally made it in to work about an hour late. Rather than being angry my boss seemed quite concerned about me saying that it was unlike me to not call and that he was worried that I might have gotten into an accident or something. I asked him if Cassy had called him to let him know Id be late but he said "No, maybe she had trouble getting through."

Now, I'm well thought of at work and am considered an asset I believe by my superiors and my co-workers. My production rates have always been at the highest level. I take great pride in my accuracy and the level of skill I bring to the job. Because of this I wasn't overly concerned about being late other than for reasons of personal pride and the fact this was the first time it had happened. None the less, I did take a bit of, I thought, good natured ribbing when I finally made it into the shop from my fellow workers.

I thought it would all blow over in my first hour of being there but I found my still numb hands a liability. I couldn't get a firm grip on anything and it took me almost until lunch to set up the machinery for a first run on a special order of parts that we were contracted for.

After running the first twenty parts it was obvious that I had screwed up and I had to halt production until I could reset the run. This left five workers standing around idle while I fumbled and stumbled through the set-up a second time.

Word went quickly upstairs through the grapevine that I had wasted the entire morning and was likely to blow the afternoon also. I came under the scrutiny of my supervisor once again as he visited the floor to "see about the problem". As he asked me questions about the difficulty I could feel his eyes assessing me, his attention was obviously on my botched shaving job, the undeniable fact that I hadn't bathed all weekend and my generally rattled demeanor.

"Jason," he started, "Is everything okay with you?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep last night and being late this morning kind of rattled me."

The look on his face was telling me he thought there was more than what I was telling him but his position as an employer wouldn't allow him to call my weak bluff. To be frank his instincts were dead on, Between the numbness in my hands, the confusion of my indeterminate status as my wife's slave and the soft silky feeling of my ruffled panties under my jeans, (which caused more than one embarrassing erection) I really didn't feel up to the job today.

"Listen Jason," his use of my first name again along with his pseudo- concerned tone raised my apprehension, "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, I'll have one of the other guys set this all up, and you can take care of whatever is bothering you and we can get a fresh start tomorrow. How's that sound."

To be sure I didn't like it but I could see arguing wasn't going to win me any points today. I made a lame attempt at composing myself, left work and headed home.

I was physically exhausted but determined to try to reason with Cassy when I got home. I had to let her know the toll her "punishment" had taken and try to dissuade her from letting it affect my job. I rehearsed some pretty lame speeches on the drive home and felt even more unsure of myself as I pulled in the drive.

Cassy's car was gone so I entered the house, double checked on her absence, took a long hot shower, discarded my panties in the hamper, put on my robe and lay down on the couch to see what daytime television was like these days.

I woke to the most pleasant sensation of lips sliding up and down my cock. I hadn't come in over a week and my dick responded like a column of steel. This was the first sexual attention I had received in a while and I just lay back and enjoyed the quickly mounting pleasure.

"My baby is so hard." I heard Cassy say between slurps. " Look at how swollen and purple the head is."

I opened my eyes to view my engorged penis in Cassy's long slim fingers, stroking up and down on my hard cock. The head was indeed swollen and several shades beyond red. I also saw that Cassy was dressed much sexier than was normal for her. She would usually go about her day to day errands in jeans or slacks and a nondescript blouse. Here she was wearing her denim mini skirt, no stockings with a pair of high heeled fuck-me pumps and a low cut, very tight red top that showed a lot of cleavage. I thought it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were very pronounced, but I could see the straps of a bra through the back of her top.

"I've been shopping and picked up a few things," she said as she pulled the sash from my robe and started to tie it around my balls very gently until she tightened the knot with a jerk that made me gasp in pain. "Come with me and I'll show you."

"Cassy we need to talk." I said, mustering my resolve as she pulled me off the couch by her improvised leash and headed for our bedroom.

"Okay honey, why don't you tell me what's on your mind." she finally replied once she had sat me down on the bed.

I started to tell her about my day at work and how I thought she was to blame for the problems that I encountered. It wasn't easy to keep my mind focused as she started disrobing before me to reveal a red lacy half cup bra that fully supported her beautiful tits while still revealing her nipples and a matching thong. She must have bought them today as I had never seen them on her before.

"Do you like these?" I wasn't sure if she was talking about her new undies or the breasts she was cupping in her hands. "I got them today."

"They're very nice," I replied, trying to re-direct the conversation to my original point. I started to tell her that I wanted to go along with her new rules and was very willing to please her in any way she wanted but we couldn't do anything to jeopardize our position in the community or my career. I was the only bread winner in the house and if we wanted to continue our lifestyle and maintain our home then my paycheck was very important.

"I know honey. I'm very sorry that you were late for work but you can't blame that on me. After all you didn't even set your alarm."

I had to admit she was right on that point but the red ruffled panties she made me wear had contributed to my distraction at work.

She laughed and said, "Nonsense honey, the fact that they gave you a hard on proves that you liked it. There are some things that you're just going to have to get used to." With that she reached for my still stiff boner and gave it a few strokes that made me throw back my head and groan.

I then argued that since my hands were numb from being tied overnight, maybe we ought to forgo that aspect of my punishment.

"Let me show you what else I got today." She ignored my argument as she pulled out some bags and rummaged through them. She revealed some padded wrist restraints that buckled and attached with some sturdy looking clasps. "Here, lets see how these fit you."

When they were in place she described how utilitarian they were. They could be attached in front or behind or they could clip to anything that was fastened down. There were also a pair of ankle restraints that quickly found their way onto me.

"Now we don't have to worry about cutting off your circulation."

"Where did you get this stuff?" I asked.

"At that big store on the interstate with the huge sign that says magazines. These weren't on display but the sales uh, girl was very helpful once I told her what I was looking for. They have a whole back room devoted to the kinkier stuff. I could have, well I did spend hours there looking at all the neat stuff they had. You've got to come with me some time and check it out."

I found myself once again spread eagle on the bed with my wrists clipped to the head of our brass headboard. I asked her if that was where she got the nice bra and panty set and she said yes. When I said you wouldn't think a place like that would have a changing room she replied. "Oh they do, it's in the back too."

Her demeanor changed rapidly as she finished securing my legs. The bitch in her came out as she walked out of the room and came back in with another bag.

"I've got some things I want to talk about too." She began as she started to remove items from the bag. "You were very rude to me this morning. I didn't appreciate that." She turned to me holding a riding crop in her hand and approached the bed. "Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, SLAVE!"

She began to strike me on the inner thighs with her crop. "Does that hurt?"

"Oh God Cassy, yes."

"Remember I said I would be making the rules?" I nodded through my pain. "My new rule is that you will only call me Mistress Cassandra. Is that clear?

"Yes."

"Yes what? She said as she resumed striking my inner thighs.

"Yes Mistress Cassandra."

"Not only were you rude to me this morning, you also removed the panties that I ordered you to wear. That will not be tolerated. When I tell you to do something, you will do it."

She went back to the bag and removed a package of clothespins and started to open it. She placed two on each of my nipples, taking care to make sure they pinched only a small amount of skin. Now I can't even handle having my nipples being played with as they are extremely sensitive, this was excruciating. She then started to center on my penis, placing a clothespin on the underside of my shaft just under the crown and continuing down the length. Removing the robe sash from my balls she started to apply them to my scrotum as I writhed in pain.

"You don't like that do you? Well I don't like being disrespected. Maybe now you'll think twice before you try to order me around."

I couldn't believe the pain I was experiencing. My nipples were on fire, my inner thighs ached from the assault and I felt as though I might never use my cock again. Where did she learn to be so sadistic?

As if reading my thoughts she said, "I've been studying your perverted little magazines and I think I've picked up a few useful things. Don't you? The clothespins do the same job as the more expensive clamps and since I have so many more I can use them wherever I like. They give me options, I like that."

I didn't recall anything in the magazines specific to clothespins.

"Now I know I said that I couldn't imagine beating or whipping you but it seems that's the only way to keep an unruly slave in line. "As she said this she was releasing the bonds that held my legs. "Roll over." When I hesitated she began striking me on the stomach with her crop. "Do it slave, now."

I guess I spun over more to escape the blows from her crop than in any act of compliance. I found myself on my knees with my arms crossed, still attached to the original positions. The pain in all the spots with clothespins renewed with force as my chest contacted the bed. My legs coming together moved the unrelenting little scraps of wood against my scrotum. I scrambled to my knees and spread my legs to relieve the pressure. This left my ass poised high in the air with my chest closer to the bed.

"Oh look at you with your ass in the air, it looks like you either want to get fucked or spanked. Which is it?"

This forced me to think about my position not only literally but figuratively. If she kept giving me options like this I would have to be very careful to pick the right one. If I picked the wrong one it could wind up being very painful. If I picked the right one it could give me the pleasure I was seeking. Mainly to be able to cum.

"I want to get fucked."

"You want to get fucked what." She said as she began to strike me on my upturned ass with the riding crop.

"I want to get fucked please Mistress Cassandra" I screamed out as her blows forced my legs together and my nipples back in contact with the bed, twisting the clothespins on my body into new, painful positions.

"I don't think I have the right equipment to fuck you little slave. I would need a cock to do that, wouldn't I?" She kept striking me with the crop on my ass and the back of my legs.

"Okay, the spanking." I blurted out in desperation and confusion, just to get the whipping to stop.

"Since you can't make up your mind I guess I'll just have to give you a spanking and a fucking, won't I?"

She quit beating me and went back to her bag and pulled out a long, slim vibrator. She took her time getting it out of the packaging and putting the batteries in. When she had it reassembled she approached me on the bed, still in my contorted position and twisted the base to turn it on.

"I didn't buy any jelly or oil to make this easier on you, so this might hurt." She said this with a strong hint of sarcasm in her voice. "But I guess that's what turns you on is the pain. Right?"

I pleaded with her not to use the vibrator on my ass, telling her that I had never had anything up there before and I didn't think it would fit without some kind of lube. If she would give me this one break I would do anything for her.

"Oh, you'll do anything for me anyway. Won't you?"

I replied the only way I could by saying that she was right and I was wrong. I knew that's what she wanted to hear.

"That's right little slave, I am always right and you are always wrong. Maybe if you get some of your spit on it, it will go in asier. Come on little slave, suck on mommy's cock and get it nice and wet for your ass."

I opened my mouth as she slid the still humming vibrator into my pursed lips. It made contact with my teeth and sent chills down my spine.

"Good boy." she said, running the shaft in and out of my mouth. "You seem like such a natural at cocksucking, did you ever consider that it might be the one thing you're really talented at. I mean besides jerking off."

She removed it from my mouth and positioned it at my anus, slowly pushing the tapered end past my sphincter and into my bowels. The pain was exquisite. As the vibrations reached my prostate my cock hardened beyond my imagined limits and I thought I would cum right there. I started to push back at her as she tried to shove it into me. I was truly in agony and yet my feelings of pleasure were overwhelming. I felt as if I would beg her to put me through all of this pain again just to feel this moment of pleasure.

"My goodness, look at the little slut you are. You shouldn't be so greedy for cock honey, it's not ladylike to act as if you enjoy it too much." She said this as she withdrew the plastic phallus from my ass, leaving me groaning and empty. I missed the fake cock in my ass before it was all the way out, my hard cock missed it even more.

"I think you enjoyed that too much. Are you ready for your spanking now?"

"Yes Mistress Cassandra."

She reached back into her bag to reveal a cat o' nine tails. I'd never seen anything so beautiful yet so menacing at the same time.

"I thought it might be a little extravagant to buy this, I wasn't even sure I would use it but it was so wicked looking I just had to have it and he did promise I could return it if it didn't suit my purposes."

"Who is He?"

"My new rule is NO MORE QUESTIONS. You got that? I'm going to have to punish you for impertinence as well as not using my correct name in addressing me."

The first blow on my ass from the cat left me literally breathless. No sharp sting like with the crop but a more encompassing, skin searing shock that moved me with it's force. My erection had flagged after the vibrator was removed from my ass but it soon regained it's length and girth when she applied the cat to my ass. I must have endured about ten blows from her when she threw it down in disgust.

"You're a hopeless sick pervert. I can't believe you're enjoying this." Her eyes went from my engorged cock to my face. The look of contempt in her eyes was embarrassing to say the least. "Is this what you wanted all along? Here I was trying to be a loving tender wife to you and all I had to do was treat you like shit and your in heaven."

aasasza · Jan 22, 2020

Part 3

The next day I went back to work, wearing my panties under my trousers but better able to function. I was clear headed and eager to put yesterday's performance behind me. No words were said about the previous day and everything seemed back to normal.

I did go shopping for panties after work at a local department store. I went through the usual evasions with the salesgirl but I'm sure she saw through my lame story and my nervousness. I did come home with twelve pair of sexy and pretty panties as required.

Mistress Cassandra made me model all the panties for her after I had stripped and put on my restraints, making me walk sexily in them, twirl and even dance. It was very degrading yet my cock stood tall during the whole process so there was no denying my excitement to my wife. My busy day that Mistress Cassandra warned me about was nothing more than more house cleaning and chores, including making dinner and washing all my new panties that had cum stains from my little modeling assignment.

So the days went by, I would come home from work, strip, don my restraints and take care of the housework that Mistress Cassandra used to do before subjugating me. We had regular punishment sessions with the crop, the cat, clothespins and vibrator. This would always involve me bringing her to at least one orgasm, usually more, with my mouth or with the vibrator or both. She became fond of having me hold the plastic, 8" phallus in my mouth while she rode it to climax. I became used to the feeling of a well whipped ass, sore nipples and the denial of my sexual needs.

Mistress Cassandra started dressing differently also. I rarely saw her in anything casual. She started to wear miniskirts more often and went braless frequently, something she had never done outside the house before. New lingerie started to appear, gone were the white cotton panties she liked and the functional bras. Her tastes started to run towards the sexy and revealing as she wore see-through panties, bras and thongs of every description. The old Cassy rarely wore stockings or pantyhose, her beautiful tanned legs didn't need them and she always said she detested them. But now patterned hose and even fishnets made their regular debut.

Still at least once a week Mistress Cassandra would leave in the evening, dressed nicely, and come home in the early morning for what I came to privately call my "relief" sessions. Allowing me to cum only if I promised to lap it from her pussy. I was so grateful for these times I wouldn't dare question her absence.

I still had little jerk off sessions without my wife's knowledge. It was just such a sexual atmosphere in our house that any time I found myself alone I took advantage of the opportunity to relieve my pent up tension. Between the stimulation from my beatings and the constant arousal of panty wearing, I felt it was owed to me.

I would secretly retrieve a magazine from the shelf in the closet, wrap my panties around my ever hard penis and get myself off in about sixty seconds looking at the pictures or reading short parts of the stories. I would discard my soiled panties in the hamper without worry, as I was the one doing all the laundry these days, I was sure my wife would never see the evidence of my masturbating.

One month after starting Cassy's game, as I referred to it, I came home to find Mistress Cassandra out. She was usually home when I got there but I didn't think twice about her absence since this would give me a opportunity to jerk off quickly. I had taken to doing it in the bathroom with the ventilation fan on after almost getting busted because of the smell. When I went in the bathroom with the requisit dirty magazine the sight of the hamper made my heart actually skipped a beat.

There was the hamper with the top open, my soiled panties scattered on the floor next to it. The only explanation was that Mistress Cassandra had found me out. I tried to put up a brave front telling myself that I would say, "Of course I've been jerking off, You keep me aroused all the time and only let me cum once a week." I imagined myself being defiant and manly and not taking any crap about this.

My determination had flagged after she didn't come home for dinner. It was gone by the time I would normally go to bed, 11 P.M., and she still wasn't home. I paced through the house, rehearsing apologies and imagining all the degradation I would endure to get Mistress Cassandra to forgive me.

I didn't even try to go to sleep, I knew it would be useless. At 3 A.M. I heard a car pull up in front of the house. I went to the window and saw a stretch limo stopped in front of our driveway with the engine idling and the muffled thump of music coming from it. I wanted to run out in the street in my panties and restraints but I just stood there transfixed, looking at the heavily tinted windows and wondering if the neighbors were getting a look at this.

After ten minutes the rear door on the other side opened and I could see my wife pop out the door. I could hear the heavy beat of the music as it had grown louder with the door opened. I could also hear Mistress Cassandra's laughter and the laughter of other females and at least one man. My face grew hot with anger as she leaned back into the car amid more giggles and then stood up, straightened her skirt and blouse and walked unsteadily to our door, still tugging at her unbelievably short miniskirt. I saw her wave coquettishly towards the limo as she went to enter the house and the limo drove off.

I was enraged, my emotions at the point of boiling over. Where was her car? Who were these people? Was she cheating on me? I was ready to burst.

"Did you nave a nice jerk off session tonight?" Were the first words out of her mouth when she saw me standing there in front of the window. Her imperious manner, even in her drunken state, made my guilt rise to the surface, obliterating any rebellious thoughts in my head. I went from pissed off husband to scared little boy in a blink.

"Listen Cassy I can explain.." I started awkwardly, casting my eyes down to her feet. "I couldn't help myself. You tease me so much and only allow me to cum..."

"Blah, blah, blah." She held her hand out to me in a dismissive gesture. "Get me a glass of wine."

"Don't you think you've had enough?" This wasn't at all like the woman I married. I had rarely seen her overindulge in alcohol and any time she did she would stop when she got home, more interested in sleeping it off than continuing the party. "Who was in the limo with you?"

"Oh honey, I'm just so upset over your betrayal I thought I would try to drink away my sorrows." Tears started to puddle in the corner of her eyes and her lip trembled. "How could you do this to me after I went to so much trouble to make you happy after the last time?"

I was speechless, I walked over to her and hugged her but there was no reciprocation on her part. She just stood there woodenly while I tried to comfort her.

"Get me my glass of wine. And don't touch me you prick. I ought to leave you before you make a fool of me again." She really started to cry at this point, which brought out the panicky male in me. I could never handle tears from a woman. I ran to the bathroom and got a box of tissues, returned to give them to Mistress Cassandra and scooted to the kitchen for a glass of wine.

When I returned she was sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands, a balled up wad of tissues in her hand. I placed the glass of wine in front of her and spoke.

"I'm so sorry Mistress Cassandra, I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally and I will do anything in the world to show my love for you but, who were you with tonight?" These last words came out in a pleading, pathetic voice I had never heard from myself before. I knew it was probably the wrong thing to say once I said it but the curiosity was killing me and I knew if I didn't say it then I would probably never say it. "Is he your lover?"

She raised her tear stained eyes to mine and gave me a look that expressed sympathy and disdain in one fell swoop. She composed herself, blew her nose and said. "You fool, here I am telling you that I might leave and your only concern is whether or not I've been unfaithful to you after you've been unfaithful to me. I know you know the rules and questions are not permitted, but I will allow this one and then no more. I went to the sex shop today to get us some new toys and the salesgirl invited me out with some friends of hers. I initially declined because I wanted to have a quiet evening with just me and you. But when I found your cum stained panties I was so upset, I wanted to teach you a lesson so I called her back and accepted her invitation. One of the girls ran into her boyfriend when we were leaving the bar and offered him a ride. He's the only guy I even talked to all night.

I hung my head in shame, here was my wife laying her heart out before me and I was being a jealous bastard. Her nights out had intrigued me, made me jealous, but I took that as part of the game. Designed to drive me crazy. But the events of this evening had driven me insane and now I knew I would have to pay up big time to get her to forgive me this.

"Listen honey, why don't you come to bed? I'll get out of work early tomorrow and we can go anywhere you like. How about that new..."

"I don't want to go to bed, I want to play." She said as she got to her feet. "I want you to start paying your debt to me right now slave boy."

It was like a different woman had gotten off that sofa. There were no traces of the tears that were in her eyes moments before. She didn't even seem drunk as she towered over me still sitting on the sofa. "Bring my glass of wine." she ordered as she sashayed out of the room.

I followed her into our bedroom, picking up the pieces of clothing that she discarded on the way. She was in her bra and panties when I entered behind her. "Take off your panties and sit on the bed," She instructed while opening the top drawer of her dresser.

She approached me with a wicked smile on her face, standing between my legs and pushing my knees apart with hers. She held a metal device out towards me that looked like a curved metal tube with a smaller sized handcuff attached to it. "The only way I'll stay is if you give me total control of your cock and balls. This is a chastity tube and you'll wear it or I'm leaving. I will give you one more opportunity to jack off before I put it in place. Oh, the instructions say that it fits best over a completely shaved scrotum so you'll have to get rid of this." As she said this she twisted my pubic hairs, bringing tears to my eyes. "Come on, get in the tub and I will help you."

I wanted to protest, but I was already further in the doghouse than I wanted to be so I meekly followed her. The bath water was tepid at best but again I held my tongue. I soaked in the tub for about a minute while she retrieved the razor and shave gel. She made me stand while she applied the cool cream to my groin and started her job, my cock growing hard as her hand came in contact with me. I was afraid of getting cut but still maintained my fortitude. She commented on how my hard cock made it easier to shave me and gave her something to hold onto. After she finished she scooped water from the bath and rinsed my soapy groin. As the now cold water touched my newly shaved skin I hissed at the feeling of razor burn. I looked down and saw my tender skin bleeding in small patches here and there, but my wife made me stand there silently while she reapplied gel and ran the razor over my cock and balls again, to get all the patches she had missed.

The second application of cold water was even more painful than the first, causing me to cry out as the pain reached new levels. She called me a baby and slapped my ass, but wouldn't let me out of the tub. She stood, appraising her job from across the bathroom and then came back to the tub.

"This won't do.' She said, shaking her head and reaching for the gel once more. "It looks so ridiculous with your naked cock and all that hair on your legs and bottom. I'll do your ass but you're going to have to do your own legs. Okay?"

I turned as she instructed as she removed the hair from my ass, making me bend over and spread my cheeks twice. Once for the shaving cream and once for the razor. She again rinsed me with water and exited the bathroom, saying, "Get your legs done and come in here."

I looked from the razor to the gel to the door, wondering if I should just give up now or go on. I finished my legs, only cutting myself a few times and rinsed and dried myself off.

As I entered the bedroom I complained about the razor burn. My wife then handed me her lotion and told me to rub it in liberally. I applied the fragrant lotion to my cock and balls, my ass and my legs. "See what us girls have to go through?" She giggled as she watched me apply the flowery scented lotion.

"Are you ready to masturbate one last time? And honey, I do mean one last time." She taunted me with her eyes as she lay down on her stomach. "I want you to cum on my ass."

I didn't have to be told twice. I mounted the bed and quickly started to jack off while my wife made comments like, "Is this how you always jack off?" and, "Come on, pull your little dick for momma. That's a good boy." I took my newly shaved balls in my other hand and enjoyed the feel of my hairless sack as I felt the cum rush out of my dick. I aimed for her ass dead center and was rewarded with a bullseye, my cum literally filling her crack and running down to her pussy.

She instructed me to kneel by her head and reached out and put my softening cock in the tube and ratcheted the device around my balls. It would still allow me to pee but would never accommodate my erection as it was bent back towards my balls and had a small bar that traversed the opening. The single handcuff device fit snugly around my balls, making an opening that was smaller than my actual nuts. I would never be able to get this off without the key.

"Now lick up all your cum." Came the command as she raised her lovely ass off the bed and spread her legs. "Do it now or I'll never release you from your cage."

I knelt behind her, starting at her pussy and licking my still warm spunk from her pubic hair , out of her pussy lips, to her perineum and along her delicious ass crack. My tongue sought out her puckered anus and snaked along the outer rim, digging my cum out of every crease and fold around her tight hole. I darted my tongue forward and penetrated into the musky inner sanctum, relishing her squeals of delight and writhing hips that pushed back at my lips.

I could feel my cock trying to grow hard again, forcing itself against the outside of the tube. The head of my cock running up against the bar across the opening, giving me a not unpleasant twinge of pain. I felt my ardor grow in direct proportion to the inability of my erection to escape it's confines. It was a terrible cycle, my arousal heightened by my inability to get aroused. I ushered Mistress Cassandra through another screaming orgasm.

"Don't you want to know what I bought at the sex shop today?" I looked up at her, amazed at her growing capacity. "Stay right here."

I watched her go into the bathroom, wondering what new torment lay in store for me. When she came back into the room she was sporting a large dildo, jutting out from her groin and stroking it like it was her very own, I silently moaned.

"Isn't it wonderful?" she eyed me with lust as she held it in her hand, moving it up and down. "I know it's large, and it looks so thick, but it's not much larger than your vibrator really. It makes me feel so powerful. Come here to me, on your knees and feel your Mistresses cock."

I got off the bed and crawled over to my Mistress, transfixed by the rubber cock waving at me from my wife's crotch. When I reached her, the cock hypnotized me, gently waving to me at face level. I brought up my hand and tentatively touched it with my fingertips. I couldn't help myself and grasped the penis around the center, wrapping it in my fingers and caressing it slowly in my palm. I looked from the rubber shaft to the sturdy leather harness, sensuously hugging the curves of my beautiful Mistresses body, and back to the shaft again. It's manly form in direct contrast to the feminine curves of Mistress Cassandra's legs and torso. The smell of rubber mixed with my wife's odor of excitement rushed through me and before I knew it, my tongue snaked out to lick the tip of the dildo. I quickly found myself greedily sucking the knob, trying to force as much of this imposing tool down my throat as I could. I slobbered, sucked and made small choking noises as the fake cock found it's way to the entrance of my throat.

"My, my. Aren't you the perfect little whore? I don't even have to ask and already your trying to swallow my dick. That's it, that's my bad little girl. Oh you cock sucking whore, give it to me. Yeah, suck it. Oh baby. Do you want to taste my cum honey? Do you want Mistress to shoot a big load of sperm right down your greedy throat? I can make you into the perfect little tramp. If you could deep throat me I think I could shoot off right into your mouth, Would you like that? Would you like to learn to deep throat me? Would you whore?"

Her words degraded me and drove me on, past the point of no return. I was my Mistress' slut, plaything, whore. The only thing I craved more than the cock in my mouth was to have this huge tool skewering my ass. My cock cage bit into my cock as it struggled to grow but the pain only drove my lust higher.

I looked up at my Mistress with the cock still in my mouth. Our eyes locked, hers saying that she knew my every little secret, mine saying I was hers to do with as she pleased. I popped the bulbous head out of my mouth for a second to say, "Please fuck me with your magnificent cock Mistress Cassandra." And immediately bent my head back down to resume bobbing up and down on her fake organ.

"If I do will you be my whore?

"Yes Mistress, I'll be anything you want. I'll be your slut, your whore, your toy, anything. Just fuck me please.

She stood me up and kissed me passionately, forcefully on the lips, driving my head back with the pressure of her mouth. She reached down to caress my hairless butt cheeks, running her hands up my sides and onto my breasts, rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pushed me back onto the bed and stood over me, looking at me like a piece of meat, intent on ravishing me. She hooked her arms under my knees and raised my legs, opening me to her assault. She handed me a tube of jelly and told me to get her ready. As I reached down to lave jelly on her penis she bent her head down and bit and sucked my nipples. I guided the head to my opening and scooted down on the bed to snug it up tight to my "pussy". As she pushed she grunted and growled, slowly gaining entrance to her treasure. It was as if a floodgate had opened as I squirmed underneath her assault. She rained kisses and bites on my breasts, nipples and neck. More and more of her cock entered me and I was powerless to do anything except enjoy the ride. She stroked in and out, in and out until she was buried completely in my ass.

She stopped long enough to look into my eyes and say, "You belong to me pet. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, yes." I cried out as she resumed ramming her tool in my ass. "Oh fuck me, fuck me pleeeease... " My tears were of joy, pain and surrender.

Her moans reached a crescendo as she came from her ministrations to my anus. She slowed and then stopped, laying her full weight on top of me as she caught her breath. I soothed her and stroked her hair as if she were a wild beast. I kissed the top of her head, loving her for possessing me.

aasasza · Jan 22, 2020

Part 4

Another day late for work, with the new sensation of my cock cage lumbering under my panties, my hair still plastered down to my head from my session with my Mistress and the feeling of my hairless legs and ass under the silky material of my panties. The strong smell of my wife's feminine moisturizer, making a silent announcement of my new found femininity, certainly made me self conscious of standing close to anyone.

I must say the contradictions of going to my "manly" job after being put in such a "womanly" position at home, left me feeling out of place in my job and in my relations with other males. My boss gave me a stern warning about being late again, saying that he would have to put something in my file and the next infraction would result in a formal, written warning. My apologies would do nothing to help this situation but I gave them anyway, sincerely feeling them necessary.

My hairless cock was a constant reminder to be conscientious and careful about my actions. I didn't want to do anything stupid or get myself injured. I had a vision of myself being administered to by a team of paramedics, laying on the plant floor in my panties with the cock cage exposed. Mine wasn't a particularly dangerous job but the threat of injury was there, I had seen more than one co-worker mangled in the regular course of duties so I knew full attention to my surroundings was required. However practical my caution was, it did tend to slow me down.

I made it home on time though, something I didn't seem to have a problem with. My Mistress was waiting for me with a look of amusement on her face. Before completing my usual homecoming ritual of stripping and donning my cuffs, she instructed, I was to remove the rest of my body hair and shower.

I thought the loss of my pubic hair and leg hair already demeaning. I didn't see much difference in losing my chest and back hair so I submitted meekly. I was stripped and waiting for the shower to warm up when Mistress Cassandra entered holding an electric trimmer.

"Turn off the shower." She instructed.

"But, you don't need those for my chest and back hair." I could have used the trimmer for my thick pubic and leg hair, but my chest hair was thin and sparse, my back hair almost non-existent. I turned off the shower.

"When are you going to learn to stop questioning me? I need it for your head."

"My head? Why my head." I whimpered.

"As a sign of your subservience to me, dummy." She said this with a flat toneless voice. " I think it will look good on you and it is all the rage these days. At least I'm letting you keep your eyebrows."

"Oh god." was all I could say as she maneuvered me to a sitting position facing away from the toilet as she straddled it and brought the clippers to my head. I cried as my hair fell on the floor and Mistress made soothing noises to me. When she lathered my head and applied the razor, I was resigned to the situation.

I entered the shower, wetted down and let her apply shaving cream to my back, removing the thin hair with proficiency. She left me to my own devices and I removed my chest and arm hair.

Upon exiting the shower I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "what a freak". The cool air on my skin felt strange and I rubbed my bald head, wondering how this was going to be seen at work. What kind of questions I was going to encounter from friends and neighbors. I applied more scented cream to my whole body, reflecting that I would have to buy more, and went off to find what was in store for me.

When I entered the bedroom, there was my wife, dressed in a classic dominatrix outfit that I had never seen before. Usually she dominated me in revealing underwear or lingerie. This was a new aspect along with everything else that happened today. Her gorgeous figure was clad, head to foot, in skintight shiny vinyl. A wide vinyl belt that laid just above the widest part of her hips with a large silver buckle. I noticed zippers, one that went from her belt line in front, through her crotch and ended at the belt line in back, and two more that were obviously for exposing her breasts. She had tall vinyl boots that ended just below her knees with three inch heels. Her hair was pulled back in her severe style that I loved so much. Her makeup was heavier than usual, making her seem a little slutty.

"Do you like it slave?" she did a slow turn, my breath catching as her perfect ass was revealed to me. If I wasn't her slave already, I would have fallen to my feet in front of this perfect vision and professed my undying devotion. As it was I dropped to my knees with a look of gratitude in my eyes and said, "You're lovely Mistress Cassandra".

"Come, get off your knees slave, I've got something for you too." There on the bed was a set of white lingerie, bra, panties, garter belt, and hose, a red pleated skirt and a white silky blouse with a rounded off collar. There was also a blond wig, a false nail set and some pieces of jewelry, pearl earrings, a pearl necklace and a gold tennis bracelet. I looked from the bed with it's presents to my wife and back again, knowing full well that I would be wearing these things and starting to feel my cock swell in it's confines just thinking about it. "When you are dressed as a woman your name will be Sissy, if you are not dressed as a woman and I call you Sissy you will take that as a signal that I want you in your Sissy clothes."

"Thank you Mistress," were the only words I could summon.

First I had to submit to having both ears pierced. I endured this like I did all the pain that was dished out, surprising myself by feeling an erotic twinge as the needle passed through. After bathing my lobes with peroxide I reached up to touch them and gave my Mistress a sheepish grin.

"You're going to have to leave these in for two weeks, then we can change them to suit your clothes. We can get you some real slutty dangly ones like you like me to wear. Do you like them?"

I thought of going to work wearing pearl earrings with dread, but I was more turned on by the prospect of getting dressed up. "Yes Mistress, very much."

"I knew my little slut would like it. Now come on get dressed, we don't have all day."

I started with the bra, dismayed that the filmy cups drooped but my mind stayed occupied on what I could put in them the whole time I dressed. I could use rolled up socks or perhaps I could wad up some of my panties or...

"Stop daydreaming little Sissy and get over here so I can put your makeup on." She scolded after I had completed dressing with her considerable help. I sat transfixed as she first lightly tweezed my eyebrows, applied foundation, blush, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow and started to draw an exaggerated outline of my lips. After filling in my lips with a candy apple red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I thought I looked hideous and my obvious crestfallen appearance led my Mistress to say, "once we get the wig on, everything will fall right in place".

She was right of course, with the wig snugly on my bald head the effect was much better. I wouldn't pass as a woman but the illusion was much better than my previous hairless debut. I calmly waited as my wife applied the fake nails and sat blowing on them until the matching nail polish dried.

She ushered me to the side of the bed to show me my new shoes, black with two inch heels and a little strap. "These are low but we can get you something even sluttier when you've learned to walk in heels."

I tottered about the bedroom, holding my new blond tresses back with both hands while checking myself in the mirror. I stood looking at my profile while my Mistress came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and snuggling in to kiss my neck. She reached up to grab my breasts and looked surprised. "I forgot one thing my dear." she said as she went to her dresser. She pulled out two silicone falsies with large protruding nipples and a very obvious rendering of dark, large arreola. Making me unbutton my blouse(did you know that women have the buttons on the wrong side?) she carefully positioned them so the nipples and their coloring showed through my bra. When my blouse was buttoned again you could definitely see the nipples poking out and a hint of the coloring.

My cock swelled at the sight of them. They felt so real as I once again tried to navigate on my heels around the room, my breasts giving a little bounce to my step. With some helpful pointers from my Mistress, "sway your hips more Sissy, put your toes down first Sissy," I started to feel more confident in my ability.

I was instructed to fix dinner for my Mistress and gladly complied. My abilities had improved after Mistress had expressed displeasure over my "defrosted" meals. I gladly set about dinner with a happy contented feeling. Then the realization that the patio door curtains were opened made me shuffle across the room in my new shoes and draw the curtains shut with a snap. I wondered what kind of show I had given the neighborhood.I finished dinner, called my Mistress from upstairs and she and I sat down to a well cooked meal.

"I'm glad you like your new presents Sissy. I think with a little work we could make you almost passable." I looked down, blushing as she spoke. "Of course you shouldn't expect me to help you with this all the time. I'm perfectly willing to give you little pointers, you know, girl to girl, but none the less you're going to have to learn to make yourself into a desirable woman."

My heart fluttered under her compliments, I felt so feminine and delicate in contrast to her controlling attitude. "Tonight I want you to practice walking in your new shoes. The sooner you learn to walk in them, the sooner we can get you some real nice slutty high heels. Make sure you practice with my instructions in mind. I don't want to come home to a clomping horse, I want to see you walking in those the right way. Okay."

"Do you have to go?" I whimpered in my best impersonation of a woman's voice.

"We're going to have to work on your voice too I see. Yes I do have to go out."

"Can I come with you?"

She looked at me with a new light in her eyes, as if seriously considering my request. "Not this time honey, but maybe next time if you do a good job on your housework and don't do anything to upset me I might take you along." She looked deep into my eyes. "Are you sure you want to come with me?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Well, like I said, maybe next time. Be a good girl while I'm gone and oh, you left quite the mess in the bathroom. Make sure it's spotless before I get back." I helped her on with her coat, I was glad she wasn't going out it in her catsuit without it. I accompanied her to the front door where she kissed me hard while groping my fanny with one hand and my breast with another. I felt very flustered after she left and the first thing I did was fix my lipstick before doing the dishes and tackling the hairy floor in the bathroom. I had some difficulty trying to perform my tasks with my new fingernails but was proud of myself for not chipping my red nail polish.

When I was done I was exhausted. I hadn't stayed up all night in a long time and was anxious to hit the sack. I entered the bedroom and found one last surprise for me there on the bed. A beautiful lacy black baby doll nightie with one of those filmy transparent robes. I only took off my blouse. skirt and slip, leaving on my hose, bra. garters, panties and heels. I wanted to look as slutty as possible when my Mistress arrived home, hoping for another night of being mastered by her and her incredible cock. Maybe even being allowed to cum.

The feeling of the silky attire was luxurious to say the least and very stimulating. I regretted my cock cage as I could have used a good cum right now but I was so exhausted it only took me minutes to fall asleep.

I awoke to hands rubbing all over my body and I could feel my cock again coming to life in it's stainless steel prison. "Your nightie makes me so hot Sissy." my Mistress spoke in a deep, throaty voice. The feel of her rubbing the silky garments over my body made me purr with pleasure. She reached down and caressed my boobs while kissing me. I felt as though she were fondling my real nipples as she pinched and tweaked them. She pushed her strap on towards my face and I anxiously gobbled her thrusting penis. I wound up on my hands and knees, patiently waiting as Mistress pulled my panties down to reveal my rosebud. We came together with a small amount of pain on my part when she pushed the large head past my sphincter, easing her wonderful cock into my depths with a contented moan on my part. She rode me until she came, all the while my cock struggled within it's bonds, aching and throbbing. I fell asleep immediately afterwards but was awakened again later as my randy lover again positioned her penis at my entrance and pushed it home. My submission was complete as she again took me and I willingly complied with serving her happiness. The feeling that I was just a fuck toy for my wife did not escape me, but I willingly accepted my role and derived great pleasure from serving her needs.

I woke to the alarm in the morning, sleepily rubbing my eyes as I headed to shave. I looked at myself in the mirror and removed my wig, retrieved the nail removal liquid from the kit, and set about getting ready for work. I normally set aside an hour in the morning to get ready, about twenty minutes for a shave and a cup of coffee and forty minutes for the drive, but I was way into my allotted twenty minutes and my nails were only off one hand! I tried to rush matters, scrubbing my makeup laden face with one hand while soaking the nails on my remaining hand, but time inexorably went by much to fast.

Needless to say I was again late for work and this time spent awhile in my supervisors office, trying to explain my newly shaved head, my earrings and my tardiness. I felt he could see right through my lies and tried to ignore his scrutiny of my person. I signed the written warning with relief, happy to be out of his office and onto the floor. The reaction from my co-workers was less reserved but instead of light hearted ribbing I only received looks of scorn over my shave and the appearance of my earrings. I felt they were discussing me behind my back and was sure of it when they broke off their conversations at my approach.

The day was a disaster, no glaring errors on my part but I could feel a lack of confidence from my supervisor, my fellow machinists and machine operators. When I was asked to take over a milling machine by my boss and then watched as another supervisor came and took over my duties in my section, my shame made me miserable.

Again I drove home resolving to talk with Mistress about my job and my troubles. It had been a long day of one mistake after another and I felt as though I was on my way to losing my job. This had to stop.

I entered our home with every intention of laying it on the line with Mistress Cassandra. I found her in the living room dressed in black skintight silky hotpants, a shiny gold lame~ top that tied in the back so I knew she had no bra and a pair of stiletto heeled boots that came up just past her ankles. Her hair was loose and her make up was in the slutty fashion that she had recently taken to. I checked myself from asking any questions and said, "Mistress, we have to talk."

She finally looked up at me, gauged my temper and mood and said. "We can talk after you've stripped down, taken a shower and placed your cuffs on."

A shower sounded good and I could certainly talk to her afterwards, so I trudged to the bathroom and carried out her assignment. After my bath I took the luxury of smoothing moisturizer over my hairless body, luxuriating in the smoothness of my body. I should probably shave tomorrow I thought to myself, grabbing my restraints and buckling them in place. After pulling out a new pair of panties and slipping them on I went back to the living room to begin my discussion with Mistress. She wasn't there so I headed for the kitchen. As I entered I thought I heard the radio on some talk station but to my horror there sat another woman at the kitchen table with my wife, drinking a cup of coffee.

I quickly ran out of the room, embarrassed by my near nudity, and was about to go upstairs when I heard my Mistress calling out to me. "Come here slave, come here now!" Was she kidding? I couldn't go in there with that stranger. I wanted to run but I stood there at the bottom of the stairs watching as my Mistress came out of the kitchen holding her crop.

Whack! The crop came down on my back as I cowered from her wrath. "Don't you dare embarrass me in front of my friend. Get in that kitchen now slut!"

I walked into the kitchen with my eyes downcast, my face burning from embarrassment. I managed a quick peek and saw an attractive redhead, probably in her early forties, dressed in a black wrap around dress, glaring at me over the rim of her coffee cup. Mistress Cassandra came up behind me and pushed me further into the room.

"Say hello to Mistress Lindsay." I mumbled my greeting and was rewarded with another lash on my butt. "Say it slave!" I spoke out loud this time.

"Hello Mistress Lindsay."

"Kiss her feet." I looked at my wife with disbelief in my eyes. "I don't want to have to tell you again." Another lash on my ass.

I scrambled to her booted feet and kissed them reverently as she looked on.

I turned to see Mistress Cassandra coming towards me. She grabbed my arms from behind and secured my cuffs together. Turning she left the room. I waited in silence with my eyes downcast. Neither one of us spoke. Mistress Cassandra came back in the kitchen with her coat on.

"You are to obey Mistress Lindsay as you would obey me. She is here for an evaluation, I hope you do not fail me."

When I heard the front door close after her, I raised my head to look at my new Mistress. She returned my gaze with a scowl. "So, I hear you like to play games."

aasasza · Jan 22, 2020

Part 5

Mistress Lindsay took no crap. Her orders were precise, her manner direct. I went from quiet subservience on the kitchen floor to quietly licking the grime from her street shoes in the living room. The taste was terrible and the grit on my tongue and my teeth made me nauseous.

I took advantage of my actions to survey Mistress Lindsay, about forty years old but still elegantly beautiful. I could tell she had been well taken care of in life, with the kind of demeanor, manner and looks only achieved by the wealthy and well to do. Her hair a fiery red, parted off to one side, framed a lovely pair of full lips, perfect nose and dark green doe eyes. She was slender, or should I say her waist was slender, rising to a full set of luscious breasts that displayed the freckles in her cleavage that were missing in the face of a woman with so light a complexion. Her slim hips were almost boyish and led to her well defined legs. The shoes I was licking were red with three inch heels and very expensive. I could picture her running a board meeting or an estate with an off hand attitude. While I licked, she talked.

"Your silence is commendable slave. I want you to remember to stay silent unless I ask you a direct question. If you speak at any time without being told, you will be punished. I know this must be difficult for you, not knowing who I am or what I'm capable of. Let me tell you now that I am capable of inflicting great pain. Your Mistress told you that this was an evaluation, you are the test subject but the evaluation cuts both ways. Not only will your pain tolerance be tested but the quality of your training also. Mistress Cassandra, though new at this, will be judged by your response here tonight. I hope you don't let her down as I have become very fond of your Mistress and would hate to see you disappoint her."

"Now get on your feet."

I had always been proud of my wife. Her beauty and intelligence were a source of great pride for me. My pride, however twisted, had been challenged and I was determined to demonstrate the value of my Mistress through my actions. I rose to my feet with my chin thrust out and my chest forward. My wrists still restrained behind my back. She rose with me and reached for the tie that still held her wrap-around dress together. Opening her dress to reveal a red silk bustier that cinched her waist, leading to garter straps holding up her black stockings. Her breasts, high and proud, were bare as well as her pussy and ass. As I gazed I saw she was a true redhead, her well trimmed pubic hair a shade darker than the hair on her head. I gazed upon her beauty and recognized the crop in her hand just before it flashed up to hit me in the balls.

"You are never to look directly at me or gaze into my eyes without being told to. This will be infraction number two. For every infraction of the rules you will receive ten lashes from my crop."

Here I was at twenty lashes already and I didn't know what infraction number one was. "What did I do to..."

Another snap of her wrist and the crop fell on my upper thigh. "That is infraction number three. When you didn't greet me in a proper manner, that was infraction number one. All slaves must greet their superiors on their knees and kiss their superiors feet".

She snapped a leash onto my cock cage and pulled me to the bathroom. Leading me to the sink she tied off the leash to one of the decorative handles just beneath the basin. It was somewhat below crotch height and left me in a curiously stooped position. I heard her running the water in the tub behind me and then rummage in the closet, pulling out an enema bag with a long nozzle that ended in a small bulbous head with four holes divided evenly around the perimeter. She squeezed four pumps of the hand soap next to the sink into the bag and turned to fill it at the tub. She hung it from the towel rack next to me, it looked very heavy and quite full, and let the nozzle run until warm soapy water spurted out into the sink in front of me. Without ceremony she shoved the nozzle into my ass with a gasp on my part.

She looked at my face in the mirror above the sink with one elegant eyebrow arched. "Have you ever had an enema before?"

I admitted that I hadn't which brought a smile to her lips. "Your Mistress complained that you're a rather dirty fuck." Her use of profanity startled me. "We'll take care of that, but from now on you're going to have to keep yourself clean for your Mistress. This is a very heavy load for a first time enema, so I will allow you two attempts to take it all. Whatever is left after two tries you will have to drink."

I thought if I was made to drink warm soapy water it would make me sick. I also thought that this woman probably meant every word she said. I was taken aback by the warm, pleasant sensation when she released the enema into my bowels. I had experienced nothing but discomfort and pain from this woman so far aside from her beauty. Then it hit me, I looked at the red rubber bag hanging next to me from the towel rack and judged it to be not quite one quarter empty and already I had a cramp that made my head swivel towards the toilet. I wanted to run for it then but my cock cage was tied to the handle and I couldn't move. I gave a short tug to the leash anyway.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked me with a lilt to her voice.

I looked at the bag, still emptying it's contents into my bowels and judged the discomfort bearable. "No Mistress Lindsay."

I know it sounds sick and sad when I say that when Mistress stopped the enema I was proud that I had taken more than half the bag. I felt a growing confidence that I was going to make it through this test. My confidence sagged when I saw her reach for her crop and approach me.

"We will start your punishment now slave. You will count every stroke, silently, to yourself. If so much as one drop comes out of your little pussy, I will consider that another infraction and add ten more strokes to the forty you have already earned."

"Forty." I thought to myself, wasn't it thirty. My mind reeled trying to figure out how I was going to correct Mistress Lindsay without having another "infraction" added to my total.

She reached down and quickly removed the nozzle from my anus, making me clench my cheeks together harder for fear of losing a drop of liquid. I sucked in a small gulp of air as the crop lashed my tensed buttocks. The aching in my bowels seemed to increase with the amount of pain Mistress Lindsay dished out. With every muscle in my body tensed to prevent my insistent bowels from letting go, the strokes from her crop seemed to land harder and harder.

"You should know by now that relaxing during a beating makes the punishment easier to take," she taunted me.

Yes I knew that, not that I would have been able to express it so simply but I had always managed to get into the rhythm of a beating and had been able to endure more when I felt resigned to it. Trying to hold in the enema while suffering under her crop was a new and unnerving experience.

"How many was that?" She eyed me expectantly.

"Oh shit." I said to myself. I hadn't been able to keep track of the blows at all. I had actually forgotten to do so and decided to lie. "Seventeen Mistress."

"My poor little thick headed slave thinks he can lie to his Mistress. Consider that another infraction. We'll have to start all over again. Can you handle fifty slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"We'll see."

She resumed striking my sore ass. Concentrating on the count seemed to lessen the cramping. I reached twenty five, waiting with my eyes screwed shut for the twenty sixth when I realized she had stopped.

"What's the count slave?"

"Twenty five Mistress."

She told me I had done very well and untied the leash from the handle. I stood, stretching my muscles and re-focusing on the need to move my bowels. Mistress gave her consent and I sprinted to the toilet. I couldn't believe how little came out and was at a loss to figure out how to wipe myself with my hands tied behind my back.Mistress solved that problem by making me get in the shower and hosing me down with the cold spray from the detachable shower head. The cold water felt good on my battered ass but soon I was shivering as she again tied me to the handle under the sink. I took the rest of the bag into my rectum and again endured the remainder of my punishment. I could barely rest my weight on the toilet seat with my severely mauled behind. Raw red welts throbbed across my fiery cheeks. I felt as though I had been branded.

Once again I was led into the tub to be rinsed off. Mistress Lindsay then took me to the bedroom and secured my ankles to the bed before releasing my hands and chaining them to the headboard. I had noticed upon entering the room that there were many candles lit in the bedroom. A large candelabra stood in one corner of the room while every surface held a number of lit candles. They weren't there when we came through on our way to the bathroom, and even if they were there, they weren't lit. Mistress had spent all of her time in the bathroom with me so that meant someone else was in the house with us. I assumed Mistress Cassandra had doubled back and it gave me a comforting feeling to know I wasn't all alone in the house with this cruelly sadistic woman.

Mistress Lindsay walked about the room and seemed to be peering into the flame of all the candles, making some kind of judgment I didn't comprehend until later. I felt a surge of joy as she produced a key, the key to my cock cage, and proceeded to unlock the stainless steel shackle around my scrotum. My cock responded, quickly gaining in girth but then hesitating as if the cage were still on. I felt a surge of relief as my cock gained full erection, just happy that I could enjoy the feeling of arousal.

She laughed at my dick, throbbing in the candlelight. "Your Mistress doesn't trust you without your cage does she slave?"

I looked down at my hairless groin and said, "No Mistress, she doesn't".

"Do you know what will happen to you if she ever catches you masturbating again?"

"No Mistress."

"I've given you a small taste of what you will experience the next time you are caught with your little dick in your hand. For the next few hours you will experience much more, more than you have ever imagined. I'm going to have you begging for mercy before we're through. You won't ever feel like jacking off again. If you are caught again, I might just make it so you CAN'T ever masturbate again. Do you understand me slave?"

The next few hours? Oh my god, this can't be happening. What did she mean by CAN'T ever masturbate again? Was I going to be castrated? My eyes must have danced with fright as she smiled down at me, absolutely reading my mind by the expressions that passed across my face. I gulped as the words passed my lips. "Yes Mistress."

She picked up a large, fat, red candle and held it over me, her eyes sparkling in the flickering light. She slowly tipped the candle, I expected a torrent of wax but only a few drops plunged through the air and landed on my belly, making me hiss. She redirected her onslaught upwards and I hissed again as she landed a near miss right next to my nipple. She laughed to herself the more I expressed my pain and was almost laughing diabolically as she hit the bullseye on one nipple then the other, making me writhe on the bed, almost screaming. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. The look of pleasure in Mistress Lindsay's eyes as she looked at the coating of wax on my hairless chest had me scared, more scared than I had ever been. I felt like an object, a plaything for her amusement, utterly helpless against this demon.

"Look slave, look." She was looking at my crotch with a passion and my eyes followed hers. My heart sank as I saw my hard cock throbbing, standing tall and betraying my arousal.

I was about to start crying. The conflicting feelings raged through my brain as I watched her again take another candle from the night stand and hold it over my bouncing cock.

"No, no." My mind yelled as she looked from my cock, to the candle, to my face. She reached down with one finger and wiped the drooling pre-cum from the tip of my dick, holding it out in front of my lips and looking into my eyes. I knew what was expected of me and craned my neck forward, pursing my lips as I sucked the sperm from her finger, like a thirsty man sucking the dew to keep from dying.

"This excites you doesn't it slave? I rarely see a true masochist, one that thrills to every painful touch like you do. I think I'm going to have fun with you."

She held the candle higher and tipped it, hitting me square in the balls and making me scream. The pain from the first droplets barely diminishing before she added to the now white wax. She slowly worked her way upwards, dribbling wax now on the shaft, now on the sensitive tip. I actually screamed as I struggled on the bed, not caring anymore about my silence or my Mistress or my composure. That's when I passed out.

I somewhat recalled being carried through the house and taken down the stairs to the basement. By who I don't know, my fogged brain not making any recognition beyond my being in my own house. I remember as I was being strapped down to a padded bench in the laundry area thinking to myself, "Where did this come from?" but that was the only coherent thought during this time.

I awoke shivering in the darkness, trying to see my surroundings while being doused with cold water. As my senses came alive with the still raw pain in my genitals and my nipples, I understood that I had a blindfold on. Hands caressed my cock and balls, ripping chunks of wax from my crotch and renewing the burning of my wax bath. My cock again betrayed me as it grew in response to my treatment. I heard Mistress Lindsay laugh from behind me as I moaned when a cooling liquid was being applied to my cock and balls. The hands rubbed it in generously and strayed upwards to my ass crack, eventually entering my anus and twisting back and forth. As the finger withdrew I heard a man's voice behind me say, "All clean Mistress". I opened my mouth to speak and felt a shaft of rubber roughly shoved into my mouth. I could feel the shape of the penis gag with my tongue as I felt it being buckled behind my head, the tip pressing against the back of my throat. I had to stretch my neck out to keep it from choking me. With all the pain, the deprivation of my senses, all that had happened up to this point, the only thing I could think of was my embarrassment over another man witnessing my degradation. "Who is this guy?" My mind raced as again I felt hands on my balls.

"Mistress Cassandra says that you have real potential to be a first rate cock sucker. She also says that you love to take it up the ass. Is that true slave?"

I struggled to shake my head no, which brought forth another laugh from Mistress Lindsay. "Again you try to lie to me slave. That's not good for you."

Mistress Lindsay's voice came from far away, somewhere in front of me but I felt a broader smack on my ass than the sharp bite of a crop, it must have been some type of paddle or board. It almost took the wind out of me as it was reapplied to my ass again and again. The force of the blows reminded me of the presence of this other man. He must be the one wielding the paddle.

"Aren't you a cock sucker slave?" I heard Mistress' voice through my pain and started to nod my head up and down, up and down. "That's a good girl." She said as the blows stopped falling. "You like to get fucked in your little girl pussy don't you slave?" I felt the air from the paddle as it was raised to come down on my ass again and shook my head yes even more vigorously than before.

"Show me how you like it Sissy." The use of my "secret" name only added to my confusion. How was I supposed to show her anything while I was trussed across this bench? She couldn't mean that she wanted me to don my girlie clothing as there was no way I was going anywhere. I felt hands spreading my cheeks apart and the cool lubricated tip of a dildo fill my ass crack. From the pressure in my cleft I knew this one must be huge, the tip itself felt like it was the width of a beer can as the pain from insertion welled up, making me moan around the penis gag in my mouth. I felt the lovely pain from her cock wash through me as she or he rested after getting the huge head in. I felt a push and the dildo kept sliding into me, unbelievably far.

"Do you like it Sissy?" Her voice came from behind me and I felt relief that it was her pushing the dildo into my ass and not the man. I nodded my head up and down in spite of the pain. "I don't like the name Sissy, it's so, common. What do you think would be a better name slave?" I couldn't tell her with the penis gag in my throat, so I figured the question was rhetorical. "What's your middle name slave?"

She knew I couldn't tell her but my fear of this woman drove me to try to communicate, "Myphyl" I croaked around my gag.

"What was that slave?"

"My-Phyl" I tried again to tell her as she laughed.

"Oh that's right, it's Michael. Yes I think Michelle would fit you better than plain old ordinary Sissy. Do you like this Michelle?" She resumed stroking with the dildo in my ass.

Honestly the pleasure was overtaking the pain quickly, I was loving the feeling of this gigantic cock in my "pussy". Before I could nod my head in the affirmative she reached down and felt my enlarged cock.

"I think Mistress Cassandra was right, you are a little whore for cock. Let's see how much of one. Release his gag and take off his blindfold."

I realized the last direction was directed at the other male in the basement with us. His presence seemed to drift in and out of my consciousness. Mistress Lindsay could make me remember him or forget him at her will. The gag was unbuckled and the light hurt my eyes as my blindfold was removed. I squinted against the glare as two large hands came down on each side of my head, holding my head firmly as I choked from the removal of the gag.

"Make him hard for you Michelle." The flaccid cock rubbed across my lips, cheeks and nose. It was about five inches long and thick, waging back and forth in front of me. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips, sucking his fleshy cock down to the root. "That's it Michelle baby, make him hard for you."

The cock grew in my mouth, gaining in length and girth as I worked it over with my tongue and lips. What was a comfortable, sensuous feeling as I swallowed him whole turned into quite a task as his member started to hit the back of my throat, making me choke but also producing a thick, creamy saliva that seemed to ease his penetration of my mouth. It felt natural to take him on the in stroke as mistress slid her large cock into me.

I took time to inspect my lover, a giant of a man, rather heavyset but obviously very strong. He wore ankle and wrist restraints and a leather hood with just his eyes showing and a zipper across his mouth. Probably a slave like me I thought, here to help his Mistress with my subjugation.

I had always loved getting good head, and knew just what I wanted when I rarely got it. I just did everything that I would like done to me. Here I was, giving as good as I had ever gotten, laving his cock with relish. I actually enjoyed giving this stranger pleasure as Mistress Lindsay urged me on.

"Oh yeah Michelle, you're doing so well. Come on slut, suck that cock. Make love to his dick baby. Oh you little whore, come on suck that spunk right out of his cock."

My personal cheering section kept up her onslaught of my ass, adding to the pleasure I was receiving and making me lustfully wild. I sucked that cock and derived as much pleasure out of giving head as I had ever gotten.

"When he comes baby, suck on him real hard. Try to get every last drop of his jizz out of his balls. Men love that Michelle, and they'll love you for it."

elania · Apr 10, 2020

Nice story, very hot and the main character is adorable!

smudge4 · Apr 30, 2020

nice and sexy
only read 1st post
reading 2nd now.

Bubenoid · Dec 22, 2021

Thanks!!! Good story!

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