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BITCH GODDESS OF THE LAUNDRY ROOM ? by: Brian Houlihan Copyright @2002 by Brian Houlihan - All Rights Reserved You know how some things can set off you on a memory? Some little reminder and them Bam! You're right there again? That's what happened to me. I had been vacationing with my sissy faggot husband Maury, whom I called Mary, at Venice Beach, California. We had been there about three days and were getting lots of sun. It was just glorious weather after rainy New York and we were loving it, being ultra-lazy. So one afternoon we're both napping on our beach blanket and I hear something next to me, not too far. Being the actress, I feigned sleep and rolled over. Then opened my eyes a tiny slit to see who or what it was. Glory be! It is a very good looking, hunky man, of about thirty- eight, in the Burt Reynolds mold, a real movie star type, which I can dig when I am in that mood. And I was in that mood. Over six feet tall, great build, jet black hair and a nice bulge in his conservative fifties style bathing suit. Of course I immediately wondered how kinky he was, if at all. I'm sure the fact that Mary and I had smoked two joints already and that the beach always makes me horny had a lot to do with it. But I attempted to play it cool. I mean, if he wasn't attracted to me, or us, he would not have settled within three feet of our blanket, on a pretty sparsely populated beach on a weekday. This brilliant analysis got my pussy buzzing in my bikini bottoms. Finally, after watching him steal several surreptitious glances at us, I decided to make my move. Let me fill you in a bit about me. I'm an actress, but at forty-two I'm certainly not the leading lady type anymore. But I get enough work to make a decent living. A bottle blonde, I'm a huge Marilyn Monroe fan. Believe it or not, I am the exact same measurements as Marilyn. So meeting men has never been a problem. My husband Mary is a sissy my age and adores me, which is as it should be. He is a character actor also. We met on a touring production of 'Picnic'. With our joint income, we live comfortably. Anywho, I suddenly decided to make my move. "Hi," I ventured. "Hello," he replied guardedly. "Do you like his bathing suit?" There was a perplexed look on the hunk's face. Mary was in a bikini, which I insisted he wear with me to the beach. I love the delicious embarrassment of it on him. He was laying on his stomach, and since I insist he shave all over, perhaps The Hunk assumed he was a woman. Hunk was ill at ease and that put me in charge, which is my natural state. "My husband's a little kinky. Enjoys wearing women's clothing. You don't mind, do you?" Of course he didn't. His dick certainly didn't, as I noted it had popped straight up in his conservative bathing suit. And it looked nice and big, unlike Mary's little clitty. "Oh no! Of course not." "Good. What's your name?" "Art." "Hi Art. Nice to meet you! I'm Doris." We shook hands and I noted his eyes taking in my plunging cleavege. Mmmm good babe. Mary started to stir. I was sure she had been listening fascinated to every word. "Shhhh. Just sleep Precious." I adored this type of scene. I pulled Mary's head over to my crotch and nestled his face near my cunt in my bikini bottom. Of course Art's eyes were riveted on this. We made small talk which led to bigger talk. Art is an actor. Something in common! He looked like a good cop/guard/thug type and I told him so. He lit up. Easy compliments. When I told him my background as an actress, he was obviously impressed. But I noted that his dick never went down and he seemed fascinated by my holding my hubby's face in my crotch area. Which was my motive, of course. Art had some manners and offered me a beer, which really seemed to hit the spot. I knew he was wondering if I was available for fucking and I made myself very available by displaying my ample sexuality. I had a glorious buzz going in my cunt and I was 'absent mindedly' running my fingers thru Mary's hair, with his faggy face mashed into my cunt. I don't know what triggered it, but I got a vibe from sissy that he wanted to sit up and look at The Hunk. I decided to escalate things. "Some sissies are just too nosy for their own good. If she got a good look at you, she'd want to suck your dick." Well Hunk Man looked like I had slapped him in the head with a fish. Stunned. "You don't mind me talking like this, do you?" "Nn..No!" "Good. I like to be frank. So the idea of a femmy, sissy man in a bikini sucking on your penis does not offend you?" Ha ha. Actually I was laughing on the inside. Knowing it wouldn't. But I loved playing the straight woman afraid of offending the Nice Man On The Beach. "No. That's okay." "Have you been with men before?" Stunned look again. Perhaps I was pushing it. I just smiled and gulped my beer. "Actually, yes. I have. A few times." "Thank you. I appreciate your honesty." "Are you big? Mary is tiny. It's a trial for a wife." "Uh. bout eight inches I guess." "Wonderful. He is eight inches, Mary. You are going to die!" I finally let Mary up from my bathing suit covered cunt. He feigned sleep. Ha. Ha. I introduced them. Mary was spell bound by the Hunk's big prick bulge. "He can't stop staring at your dick." Here I slapped Mary in the back of the head a few times. Gushing cum in my cunt. I knew Mary adored being embarrassed like this and I adored accommodating him. "The big pansy loves this. He's probably hard now. Lemme check." I rolled Mary over onto his back and quickly pulled down his bikini bottom. Displayed his erect, shaven penis and balls. I slapped it hard. "Ow!" "Shame on you faggot! You're embarrassing me." Art seemed to be loosening up with his third beer. "He really doesn't look that feminine," he said. Totally ignoring Mary, which I encouraged. "Wait til he has your dick in his mouth. Then look at him. Why are you hard, sissy?" "I..I got excited Mommy." "Tell Art what your Play Time name is." Mary hesitated and I slapped him in the back of the head. "Well?" "Little Miss Tiny Dick Cocksucker." Art erupted in laughter and I knew we were going to have fun. I gulped some more of my beer. Then I took Mary's face into my hands and pressed it back against my cunt again. "Sissies are not allowed to get erections, Young Lady. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry," he whimpered into my bathing suit cunt. "What do sissies get when they're bad?" "A spanking, Mommy." I looked directly into Art's mesmerized eyes. Enthralled. "Art, would you be embarrassed if I asked you to spank my husband for me? He really needs it. And he knows it's for his own good." "N..no. I understand. I could do it. That would be fine." I came about three times during this exchange. So we quickly ended up back at Art's two-bedroom apartment right near the beach. I had offered to host at our hotel room, but he was classy and offered his place, which I really appreciated. We picked up some more beer on the way and I noted that Mary's tiny prick never went down. We made small talk at Art's for a beer or two. Then I ordered Mary to get naked. He obeyed quickly, as usual. I had ordered Mary to sit in front of us on the floor. Art and I began making out. I loved squeezing his big dick in his suit. Mary was brick hard sitting naked on the floor and looking at us longingly. We took a break and sipped our beers. "Get over here Puppy." Mary got on all fours and got right in front of me. I began to slowly kick his nuts and his little member. Knowing he loved it. Now and then I would kick him hard and he would cringe and whimper. "This is getting me really hot," Art said. And his brick hard dick in his suit vouched for him. "Good, babe. Would you like Mary to suck your dick for you?" "Oh yeah. But I'm afraid I might cum too fast." "Just give him a sample, faggot." I knew this was Answered Prayers to Mary. How I adored watching him approach Art's big dick, after he removed the Hunk's tight bathing suit for him, and grasp it with nervous, shaking hands. "Make Mommy proud Sissy," I whispered. Oh, and he did. Expertly licking and then sucking reverently on the stiff eight inch cannon. I got comfortable and removed my bathing suit and began masturbating, watching my faggot husband go to town on this hunk's thick dick. "Doin' good, babe. Keep it up. Good puppy dog." Art looked like he had entered Heaven. Sissy was soon deep throating him and tugging gently on the Hunk's big hanging ball sack. Then I stopped him because it looked like Art was going to shoot. We took a beer break. I was having so much fun. Art's head was swiveling between watching faggot suck him off and me jacking my hairy pussy watching them. After the break, I tied up Mary's liddle dickie bird and balls very, very tightly with some clothesline that Art had. Then I place his faggot body over Art's formidable lap while I head sissy's faggot face in my wet hairy cunt. Of course Art loved spanking him. But 'hard to Art was really soft to us decadent kinksters. It took about ten minutes before I finally convinced Art that it was perfectly okay to really open up and whale on the sissy's tender ass. "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! THWACK!!" Art got into it and began unloading with about fifty (50!) rapid fire, pulverizing spanks. And Mary was screaming and bawling and crying at the top of his lungs. And I was cumming and cumming and cumming. I was mashing the faggot's face into my wet, over-heating cummy cunt. I smelled so rank from all of my orgasms. Wonderful cunt buzz! Later, after he finished spanking Mary and we put her in the corner to calm down and stop crying (which went on for quite a while) Art confessed that he came just from spanking the fag really really hard. And hearing his screams and watching me cum and the fag's ass turn purple from pain. Mary could not stop crying for the longest time. That just made me cum so much more. His cries were catnip to me. We took a break and had more beer and a joint. Then Art gave me a very nice, long glorious fuck. His big prick was such a nice change in my cunthole. God I needed that. Since he had already cum once with sissy, he lasted a long time. I had several wonderful, deep-in-my-cunt cums, which I hadn't experienced in years. Much later, after Art finally withdrew his big member from my sopping wet cunt slit, I ordered faggot to clean his dick and balls up for him. Then I had him suck all of Art's considerable man cream out of my contented cunt hole. What a treat! I loved petting the puppy's head while he religiously vacuumed my pussy of jizz, while now and then glancing up at Art, who was sitting on the bed in a post-orgasmic euphoria. My kind of fun, putting the men to work on Doris's pussy needs. Now let me set the current scene for you. I am sitting in the basement laundry room of my upscale apartment building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It is four years later and I've been divorced from Mary for two years. Why? I got tired of him. For a while I tried to stay friends but he soon got to be a pest. Let's just say I have a larger sexual appetite. I need stray dick, especially stray, cute sissydick. About thirty minutes earlier I had noticed a cute looking young man of about twenty-eight enter the room with a basket of laundry. He caught my eye right away since he was cute and femmy looking. Slender, about 5'6, short bleached blonde hair, high cheek bones and long feminine eyelashes. Dressed very preppy in button-down shirt and Dockers with penny loafers. I pegged him as an uptight accountant type with a vivid fantasy life. I also guessed him as the adoring, malleable type that I could mold into whatever sissy slave scenario I wanted. One of the tips to this profile was that he was immediately very nervous in my presence. Intimidated, a scared sissy. Pussy buzz. I loved it. Of course all this was just guesswork on my part but I do have a lot of experience with this type of male. However I have been wrong before. Caution. I wondered if he was totally gay or bi and liked women. Dominant bossy women like me. I feigned indifference but happily noted him stealing glances at me as his eyes darted up from the within the latest issue of GQ. That made me giggle. He was obviously not the GQ type. That seemed like a red herring to throw me off. He may as well have been reading Soldier Of Fortune or Guns & Ammo Magazine. I was leafing thru Vanity Fair, which I think is very well written. By the third time, out of the corner of my eye, I noted him glancing at my long legs and 3" heels in clam digger pants, I knew I had a fish on the line. Pussy tingle. Freaky Fun Ahead Doris! Watch Out Sissy!!! I adore teasing sissy men. Honest. Nothing turns me on more than catching them drooling over my attractive figure and confident bearing. If the plot unfolds the way I like it, I soon have them begging and debasing themselves for me. Humiliating and exciting them sends me into waves of cataclysmic orgasm. And they love it! And quickly become addicted to it. Performing and begging for Beautiful Dom Doris! So you can imagine what a good mood this put me in. Slowly but surely I pretended to become more absorbed in my magazine as I began to 'absent Mindedly' swing my leg and dangle my heel, letting it fall almost all the way off of my pretty foot. I looked over at him. He appeared to be in a hypnotic trance, watching my high heel pump up and down. Dreaming of something pumping into him? Or a slender, feminine hand pumping his widdle dick? Now for some fun! I abruptly uncrossed my legs, put the magazine on a chair next to me, and spread my legs wide. Sending out my Pussy Power. I looked directly at him. My exposed pussy stance, even with my pants on, frightened him. He blushed! Caught in the act and scurried back into his magazine. "Are you new in the building?" I inquired innocently. He slowly raised his head and looked at me quizzically. "Yes, I'm speaking to you. It's just the two of us here." "Uh..sorry, sort of. I've lived here about two months now." "Well welcome to the building. I'm Doris Franzen. And you are?" "Conrad McCarthy." "But that's a man's name!" Huge blush! Fear and confusion on his face! "Sorry. I can be a bit obtuse sometimes, nice to meet you Conrad. You make an attractive addition to our building." "T..Thank you, Doris. Nice meeting you." Careful Doris! Don't scare him off. He looks very uptight. Stupid of me to make that sissy remark so early. But he was turning me on so much. I kid you not, my cunt was sopping wet already. I could have mopped the linoleum floor with it. However he did look frail and frightened in that terrified sissy way. I certainly didn't want to overplay my hand here. So I shut up. Looking at Hollywood party pictures in my magazine. But mentally seeing his blushing embarrassed face when I looked directly at him. As if he had been caught jerking off by Mommy. What fun! After a decent interval of about ten minutes, I glanced over and noted his face buried in his magazine. But his hands were visibly shaking. Why was he so frightened of me? Had he had a Mistress before? One who knew how to push his buttons? Making him beg for it for hours, then a scent of hairy pussy pie as a reward for a Good Boy? A long feminine finger plunging into his asshole as he shoots his sissy cream for Mommy? My guess was that he had. And that he had a big clue that I could be a lot more fun than she was. My body temperature felt like it went up about fifteen degrees. But I was afraid of scaring him off. I had to play it very cool. I decided to back off and just play 'normal', indifferent. And here is where I got in trouble. I came upon a picture of couples on a beach in France. And that set off the very vivid memory of Mary and I in Venice Beach meeting Art and having wonderful sex together. I don't know how long I had been caught up in my sex trance and I'm sure I must have cum at least five times reliving that adventure. When I came out of it and realized where I was I looked over at him. He was staring at me, enthralled, but immediately looked down into his magazine on his lap. Mmmm. Interesting. How much did he see? Did he know I just came in my pants several times? He was blushing again. I quickly composed myself and got up and removed my clothes from the dryer and just tossed them into my laundry bag without folding them. I had to get out of there before I made a bigger fool of myself. As I was leaving I gave him a little wave and he gave me a scared little nod. I was sure he had a hard on but couldn't tell since he was covering his lap with the magazine. I went up to my apartment and had several stiff drinks and masturbated thinking about The New Tenant. Now I had a goal. Snare the sissy. Conrad would quickly become Connie the sissy slave. But caution had to be my byword. I stayed away from the laundry room for about a week and a half. Since I am a pretty successful character actress I had a lot of free time, in-between auditions for some TV spots and a Broadway show. I began to check on the laundry room about three times a day. Bringing a tiny bag of laundry and peeking in to see if Connie was about. Nope. Finally my surveillance paid off when I spotted him there on Friday afternoon at about 2pm. "Hi Conrad!" He looked and his sissy face lit up. "Hi Doris. Nice to see you." "You too." With my pussy immediately buzzing, I went about putting detergent in the washers and dumping my whites in one and coloreds in another. Could he tell I had very little laundry with me? Who cares? I was in charge. Since I hadn't expected to find him, I hadn't brought a magazine with me. And that was essential. I went back up to my apartment and picked up two of them, PDN or Photo District News, and Index, both very interesting with lots of lush photographs. Just before leaving the flat, I decided to really savor this and put a small dildo up my cunt, to really enjoy the experience. Ha. Ha. I had a smile on my face when I returned to the laundry room with my magazines. He smiled again when I returned. Putting his clothes into the dryers now. I sat down and began reading my magazines and loving the dildo induced buzzing in my cunt. "Those look like interesting magazines," he ventured. I was delighted that he had loosened up enough to talk to me. "Oh they are! PDN and Index. Are you familiar with them?" "No I'm not." "They both have a lot of photographs, of all types. Fashion, photo- journalism. I love to look at pictures. I also take them." I let that hang in the air. The image of me taking pictures of the Sissy with a hard dickie bird sticking out made me cream even more. "If you like, I can loan them to you when I finish." "Thank you. I'd love it." This was delicious. "Are you a professional photographer?" "No. Just a hobby. I'm an actress. What do you do?" "I'm an accountant." Can I peg them or what? Turns out he worked for Arthur Anderson in some consulting capacity. I felt like I should go out and play the lottery right after this. But would much rather play with him. Of course he was very impressed by my acting career. As he should be! I shut up for a while. Ten minutes later and I caught a break. He was taking his clothes out of the dryers to sort and fold several pairs of panties. I seized the moment, with my pussy churing away on the small dildo inside of me. I walked right over next to him. He backed away slightly. "What pretty panties! Are these yours?" Beet red Technicolor blush. "Oh..no. They belong to my girlfriend. I..I just do some of her laundry. Sometimes." I said nothing and stared at him. Hands visibly shaking as he attempted to keep folding his clothes. I picked up a full cut, green silk pair and held them up in front of me. "They're awfully nice. Bet you'd look sexy in them." His whole body was trembling. A whisper, "Thank you." "You're lying. These are yours, aren't they?" I was asserting my Pussy Power. Staring at him. In control, an eternity of silence, me cumming in my pants. More trembling. His sissy head bent down and faced the floor. "Yes." "Good girl. Conrad, I hope I'm not making you nervous?" "n..no." "Actually I adore men in panties. My ex husband used to wear mine all time." Here his head slowing raised up from the floor. A sign of hope. "Really?" "Really. Look, I'd like to talk to you more about this. Here's my card. I 'm in 5J. Why don't you come by in about an hour? We'll have a drink." He stood there holding the card in his hand. "Connie? Don't stand me up. Or Mamma spank!" "Okay Doris. Thank you." I picked up my magazines and made my exit, giving my big butt a nice swivel as I departed. Of course I was tingling with anticipation when I got up to my apartment. Knowing I was going to be putting Connie thru her paces shortly. And loving it!! I took a long hot bath and then got dressed carefully. Very carefully. V-neck sweater with a plunging neckline. Shorter leather skirt, black seamed nylons connected to garters, all ending in four inch black patent leather heels. The better to crush you with, sissy! Got dressed fairly quickly and looked va va voom, if I do say so. Then two quick Scotches to calm my nerves. Control, Doris, pace yourself. Maintain. The doorbell rang exactly on time and I took my time getting to the door. When I opened it, he looked scared but also very excited. He really is good looking and so sexual. Tom toms deep in my cunt when I saw him now, he is dressed in a silky shirt, nice slacks and penny loafers. "Come on in. Can I get you a Scotch?" "Great Doris." When I returned from the kitchen with the drinks I noted him sitting in one of two single chairs opposite the couch. Good. He knows not to take sitting next to Mommy for granted. Also a perfect place for me to shoot him panty covered cunt shots. MMMM. We got to drinking and talking. Playing normal, but of course his eyes keep drifting to my exposed panties. He comments on my bookcases and how many books I have. And how impressed he is that I'm an actress. "But, Connie, I want to hear about you and the panties, Honey." Huge blush. "Oh my God. You're blushing Dear. Forgive me, Hon. Now when did you begin wearing women's panties? Tell Mama." Frightened but obviously under my spell, Connie took a big gulp of his drink and began to tell me about a dominant girlfriend that he had. She was a large black woman, just under six foot and about 180 pounds. She had big tits and a very controlling way and Connie came to live for it, her affection and training, and sometimes, punishment. Rhonda enjoyed seeing him in panties. Calling him a pansy, fingering his pussyhole, jacking him off into her panties and then making him wear the cummy underwear for days at a time. And sometimes wear it on his head. "Did she spank you?" "Yeah. But not too.. hard. It was kind of a psychological thing. Like I was her little pansy boy or something." I started rubbing my pussy in my panties. His mouth fell open. I just keep rubbing it and staring at him. "Connie, did you know that I'm one of those types of women?" "I..I got a vibe you were. I was praying that you were." "Good girl. Now I've got a story to tell you. But first Honey I wonder if I could ask a favor?" "Sure." "Play waiter for me tonight. Freshen our drinks honey." He obeyed immediately. When he returned with our fresh drinks, and Returned to his chair, I told him the story of what I was thinking about in the laundry room. He was hanging on every word. Living it as I told it. By the end of the sex scene with Art and Mary I knew he would be putty in my controlling hands. "Could you tell I was cumming in my pants?" "N..no Doris." "Stand up!" He obeyed immediately and I began a slow upward cum buzz. "Walk over here. Stay. Right there. Face down. (Oh God this is delicious. Savor it Doris. Take your time. I sipped my drink and just looked at him. He is nervous and shaking. But he doesn't move and keeps his eyes down.) I touched his liddle dickie in his nice pants. "Ahh!" He jumped a few inches. "Ha. Ha. Nervous, Connie?" "A bit, yes." "You're hard. Did that story excite you?" "Oh yes! So much!" I kept squeezing his dickie as I talked to him. "You're small, aren't you?" Another blush. "Well..it's not like you can lie about it now. I'm holding the Little Guy." "Yes Maam. I'm small. I have a small penis." "Do you masturbate a lot?" "Yes." "How often?" "Once or twice a day." "Good girl. I'm loving this Sweetie. Nice little ballsies. Get undressed. Everything off but your panties." Trembling, he obeyed. His very palpable fear was like a flame to my libido. When he had quickly stripped down to his panties and was back standing in front of me, as I sat on the couch, with his eyes down on the rug, I just sat back and drank in the yummy site of him. "What a beautiful sissy in green silk panties with his widdle hard baby penis straining against the panties. "You're leaking, Honey. Do you leak a lot?" "Yes Maam," as I rubbed the sperm on the end of his pee pee all around the mushroom head. "Mommy. You call me Mommy, Hon." "Yes, Mommy." "Connie babe, do you like Mommy playing with your widdle wet dinkie?" "Oh God yes Mommy!" "Good girl. Mommy loves playing with pretty sissies with tiny leaky dickie birds." Slap! Slap! I quickly slapped his dick and balls. Not too hard. But it frightened him. Caught him off guard. More nervous now. But prick harder than ever. It turned him on but I could still see the fear in his eyes. "What's in here, Connie?" I slowly pulled down his panties, slowly and all the way down to his pretty knees. Then I slowly blew some air on his wet dick. "There we are. What a pretty little sissy dick." I was slowly jackin it as I talked to him. He looked apoplectic. "Turn around, Sweetness. Mommy wants to look at the Sissy's Pussy.." I took some of the copious cum that was streaming out of his little prickle and coated it on my middle finger. Slowly, very very slowly starting to finger his asshole. "Ohhhh. Connie has a tight pussyhole, huh? She's got a tight cunt on her, huh?" "Yyy yess Mommy. I do," he whispered. I loved that he was answering me like this already, my little dicked infant. "Have you had any anal training from a Mistress, Connie?" "No." "Relax, Babe, Mommy's here. Such a pretty boy pussy! Feel good, Faggot?" Ragged breathing as I passed the middle knuckle of my middle finger, into his hot love channel. "Yy..yesss..M..Mommy!!" "Why, Connie! You sound sexually excited." "I am Mommy," he whispered hungrily. "You better behave, Missy. You'd better not shoot your tiny pansy dick off without Mommy's permission. You won't do that, will you?" His mouth wide open. Just stood there, as I finger fucked his cunt for him. "Connie girl, are you in danger of shooting?" "Y..y.." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I hit him in the nuts, hard, three times in quick succession. He doubled over on the rug, moaning and clutching his balls. "Good girl. You didn't shoot. Take a break Missy. Freshen our drinks." "Yes Mommy," in a tiny, scared, squeak he climbed up off the rug and pranced into the kitchen. Halfway thru fixing the drinks, I call out to him, "Connie, you got Mommy's hairy cunt all wet!!" No response. Probably fear. I just let it hang in the air. Then he was returning with our fresh Scotches. Hand shaking. His green panties are still around his knees and he is still hard and dripping. Hands me my drink. Scared face. I take a big gulp of mine and I look at him looking at me. "Take a sip of yours, Hon. You're going to need it." More fear in his face. Mmmm. "Put your glass down, Pretty Girl." Quickly obeying, he retuned to standing in front of me. I smiled at him and began rubbing the backs of his sissy knees. "Such a Pretty Girl. With a hard widdle teeny weeny. Drippin' all over Mama's hand. Connie likes Mommy jackin her liddle weiner, huh? Doesn't she?" "Yes Mommy. I love it." "Good girl." I grabbed his dick and balls and held them all in my hand, squeezing. "Connie?" "Yes Mommy?" "You seem all tense, Baby. I'm going to give you a nice spanking. To calm you down. Alright, Precious?" "Y..yes Mommy." I stood up in front of him in my heels and turned around, facing my ass to him. "Sweeetness? Take off Mommy's skirt for her. I don't want to mess my skirt." Seemed like I was cumming steadily now, a low humm in my pussy. Could feel his shaky hands taking off my skirt for me. I stepped out of it and faced him, a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Go hang it on the chair, babe." When she returned from hanging up the skirt, she was hit with the sight of me standing there in my garters, hose and panties and v neck sweater and high heels. I take his hand (his palm is soaking wet!) and place it on the panty crotch of my sopping wet pussy. "Look, Hon. See how wet you got Mommy?" "Ohhh.." "Connie, you really shouldn't let your mouth hang open like that. Bad manners." "Sorry." "Feel my wet cunt, Hon? See what you do to me? Tiny liddle dickie boy?" I removed his hand from my panty crotch. Then I quickly sat down and pulled him over my lap. Then adjusted my legs so that his dickie and balls were between them. "Let's get going." Tensions build. And explode. Working on the building, as I began to very leisurely run my hand over his cute hairless ass and legs and even back. Taking my time, loving every second of it. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I'm giving him nice big whallops. He is whimpering. Shaking. More rubbing. "Mmmm. You are so pretty, Connie. Such a pretty sissy asshole! (I bent down and licked and sucked his lovely asshole. Smelled good too. Sexy.) "You have a delicious pussy, sissy." "Here we go, Hon." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Spanking hard now. Suddenly I hear the faggot crying. I start cumming. So fuckin hard! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He is screaming and bawling, howling now, beginning to thrash about. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Now he's attempting to escape, to get off of my lap. I put a vise grip on his ass and legs. "No, Baby! No! Stay! Right there Faggot Boy. Don' you move, pansy. Or I'm gonna get mad. And you don't want me mad, girlie." He stopped struggling but kept bawling and screaming. Then he tried to get off of me again. I quickly twisted his arm behind his back. "Ow! Ow!! Aggg!" "That's right. Hurts, doesn't it faggy?" Sobbing and heaving. Loudly blubbering in my arms. I had already cum about forty five times. My pussy was gushing with cunt cream. "Thas right. Calm down, Baby. That's what you need. That's what Momma needs. Yeah! Catch your breath, Precious." I waited it out. Then released his arm. Then listened to his screams die down. Hiccuping. Slowly, quietly rubbing his legs and thighs, his torn up sissy ass a vivid shade of bright red. Touching his balls and shribbled up little weenie, I pulled on it, softly. "Aww..Baby's liddle dickie got all scared of Mommy. Relax, hon. Momma's here. All over. For now." Now I can feel his dick starting to harden up again. Rubbing his smooth nuts. Touching his asshole. Quietly, in charge, I kept calming him down for the next fifteen minutes. I had had so many wonderful cums already. This sissy faggot was just what I needed. It was like an ultra vivid wet dream. Slowly and quietly I began jacking his dick for him. He is full hard now and his ass is deep red. He is still whimpering but attempting to control it. After a short while he begins pistoning his hips in my lap, reacting to my jacking him off. I picked up speed, jacking him faster. "Ohhhhh..mommmee..," he's moaning, in heat. "Has My Pretty Girl got a present for Mommy? Does Connie want to shoot her liddle wee wee now? Huh, Baby?" Ragged breathing. "Y..y..yesss Mommy." "Good girl. Good ahead and shoot Babe, shoot your cum for Mommy." As soon as I gave him permission. "Ahhhhhhh! Ah! Ah!!!!" "Thas right! Thas right! Give it up, faggot. Let Mommy have that sissy jizz. Have you got a present for Mommy? A big present?" Suddenly waves of hot cum shooting all over my hand, my legs, my lap. "Ohhhhh!!" "Yeahhh Baby! Gimme that load. Shoot it sissy girl. Get it all out Hon. Shoot your liddle weiner off." Of course I was cumming with him. The more I talked to him the more cum he shot out of that little dickie bird. Shooting and shooting, a bucket of cum all over my lap and nylons. Finally, after a long time, he stopped cumming on me. I just held him. His whole body was shaking very hard. I could feel his heart thumping away in his chest. A breakthrough. I let him come down. Then I kissed the top of his head. "Good girl, you made Mommy proud." "Okay, hon. You can get up off of Mommy's lap now." On wobbly legs, he stood up in front of me. His face wet with tears. His wee wee still hard. I opened my legs and pulled him into me. I hugged him. Then I stood up and embraced him. Now he seemed ultra femmy. "Mommy is so proud of you, Baby. Thank you." Deep, long tongue kiss. He is a very sensual kisser. Moaning and whimpering the whole time, the addict's first taste of smack. I broke the kiss and ruffled his pretty hair. "Freshen our drinks, Princess." Naturally he obeyed immediately. When he returned I had him wipe up all the jizz from my legs and lap and hand, but only after feeding him a finger of it. He sucked it up quickly. We took a little break and then I had him eat my stinky overheated cunt for about an hour and came about forty more times, while pulling his hair and slapping him in the back of the head. What a find he was!! Such a sexy sissy, half the time he was loudly moaning and whimpering, like a cat in heat. My little pussy cat. Finally I made him get dressed and leave. I knew just from the delirious look of happiness on his face, that I owned him now. We exchanged phone numbers. He kept thanking me, babbling on about how sexy I was. And how grateful he was. I brought him along quickly into my Sissy Training Program. The first few dates were in my apartment. I loved dressing him in skirts and putting lipstick on him. Then watching it get smeared as he ate my hairy pussy. I built up his pain threshold with regular spankings and then the flogger. He still cried and screamed a lot but didn't attempt to escape any more. Progress. I also discovered I could cum just from beating him. Listening to his screams as the flogger tears into his sissy ass. Lots of corner time and scolding, I loved sipping my drink, with a post orgasmic buzz, and watching him standing in the corner, panties down, dark red beat up butt, and him heaving and crying. After a while I would walk over and stand next to him, petting him, touching him. His sissy hard would come up again quickly. Knowing that in the next stage I would probably allow him to shoot his sissy stick. I also worked on training his pussy to take three fingers up there, then bigger and bigger butt plugs. I loved him walking around my apartment in low heels and plugged, with a widdle hard dickie in his panties. Delicious. I was always on the brink of cumming with him in the room. After we got comfortable with each other, I began to take him out in public, as a normal couple. I'm fairly well known in the theatre district and he would be thrilled to have people recognize me in the street or at a restaurant. He was a very proud, happy little sissy. Then I would take him home and whip his ass to my heart's content. Before I go, I must tell you this last story. A very good bisexual female friend of mine, Lauren Gork, is also a well known actress here in New York. Like me, Lauren is dominant and very into beating and embarrassing sissies. I told her all about my adventures with Connie and she ate it up. We decided to play a little trick on Sissy Connie. I invited Lauren to dinner with Connie and I at my apartment. But I told Connie that as far as I knew Lauren was very straight and conservative. Don't embarrass me. We all got a bit dressed up and Connie was on his best behavior. He had seen Lauren in a few small movies and was very impressed to be in the same room with her. Lauren was dressed a bit whorish, high heels, nylons with garters, very short skirt and V-neck blouse showing off here perky tits. I was in a skirt and blouse also. As expected, Connie was very nervous and shaking. I ordered in shrimp and chicken for dinner, then we all had several drinks. Lauren and I were talking about shows we had been in and actors that we knew. Connie was quietly drinking all of this in. Then Lauren brought up our rehearsed little scenario. "Doris, I have a secret to tell you. Please don't get offended." "I won't. Tell me!" "It's about your ex husband, Maury." "What about him?" "He's a sissy faggot. And a cocksucker." (Feigning surprise) "What? What gave you that idea?" "Now Doris, we're friends, don't take this the wrong way. Maury and I were in a few shows together. He used to be the company cocksucker. Whenever a new actor came on the show, he'd be blowing the guy in his dressing room within an hour." (Still acting surprised) "Are you sure?" "Am I sure? Ha. Ha. Let me show you something." "He just decided to confide in you?" "Not quite." I glanced over at Connie. She was very nervous. Not knowing where this was going. Lauren reached into her large handbag and removed a very big, black strap on dildo. "Oh my god!" "Like it? I used to fuck your sissy faggot husband up the ass with it. And you know what? He loved it. Couldn't get enough of it." Connie looked frightened. The strap-on appeared to be about 10 inches in length and an inch thick. I started laughing my ass off. This was just too much fun. "Wonderful! Lauren, put it on. You can fuck Connie with it!" Now he really looked scared. "D..Doris, I..I don't." Lauren began undressing. As if this was the most normal thing, removing her skirt and top, then donning a strap on to fuck the only male at the dinner party. Lauren has a wonderful figure, with big perky tits, a slender waist and bushy brown pussy hair. Connie's mouth had dropped open. He couldn't believe what was happening. "Oh, look Connie! She's got a nice hairy pussy. Connie loves hairy cunt." "Good to know," Lauren offered as she adjusted the strap-on to her slender frame. It looked very big and intimidating. "Isn't this sexy, Conrad?," Lauren asked. "Y..yes." "You're scared, aren't you?" I queried him. "Y.yess." Lauren and I were both cracking up. "You'll love it, Connie," Lauren confided. "Some nice big dick meat up your boy pussy. It's good for you. And the important thing is, I'll love it." This got me laughing all over again. "It looks too big for me, Mom..Doris." "Mommy, faggot. You call me Mommy around Lauren too." "Yes Mommy." "Are you hard now?" "Y..yes Mommy." "Stand up sissy. Come over here." Nervous and shaking, he stood up in front of me as I sat on the couch. Lauren, dressed only in the strap-on, stood next to him. She was Playfully jacking off the dick dildo. I grabbed his widdle dick in his dress pants. "Why are you so hard Connie?" "I am very attracted to both of you Mommy." "Good girl. At least that sounds like the truth. Get naked faggot." Lauren and I were both cumming over the fag's nervous reaction to the big strap-on. "Why, Connie!! Your liddle wee wee is all wet and leakin. Why are you so wet, Princess?" "You two turn me on so much. I can't help it Mommy." I was jackin him off while Lauren began to finger his tight pussy. "Connie, you like my finger in your cunthole?" "Oh yesss Lauren. Thank you." "Welcome sissy. But don't you want me to fuck you up there?" "Uh..uh I don't think I can take it. It's so big." "You'll love it." We had Connie freshen our drinks. When he came back I had him kneel down in front of Lauren and practice his cocksucking skills. He had a hard time. Lauren was very turned on. I could smell her cunt scent right next to me. She enjoyed pulling his hair and slapping his face. I took my skirt and panties off. Lauren's got a sadistic streak and let it out a bit. I let her spank Connie while I held his face in my cooze. She really got into it and laid it on hard and heavy. Connie was screaming and bawling at the top of his lungs. Which only turned Lauren on more. He kept screaming and begging us to stop. Lauren was in a sex dominant frenzy. She turned his ass into a deep purple color. His screams and cries triggered countless cums in both Lauren and myself. We took a break and put him in the corner. Then we ate each others' pussies for a long time. Connie must have cried for a full hour in that corner. Later, when he finally quieted down a bit. we congratulated him. He Made fresh drinks and we had him eat both of us for a long, long time. Finally, as a reward for a good sissy taking her beating well, we took Her into the bathroom and both of us pissed in the faggot's face as he lay on the bathtub floor. He was rock hard when we let our piss shoot out onto his scared face. Then he was allowed to lick us clean. Well I told you he was a gem, didn't I? Sissy fags can be so much fun. I wouldn't let Lauren fuck him with the strap-on because it would have torn him in half. But soon! A new, hot sissy is such a wonderful discovery. Lauren borrows him now and then and we are all kinky fuck buddies.