Sissy Farm Chapter Twenty Two
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Chapter 2
Portland, Oregon
Randy was furiously stroking sissy's little cock to Mrs. Alex's
demanded rhythm. Back and forth. Up and down, and sissy was mewling,
it's eyes melting in him; please let me come, please, please, as it
bucked against the straps that held it firm.
For to Ms Alex, sissy had become an it, and had only three names.
Sissy, it, husband. Something had gone on, long before Randy entered
the picture. But here he was now, dressed like a French maid, in heels
that despite the fat heel, tortured him (she had said, those are for
practice, expect needle heels, and higher).
Just as Randy would see the precum, Ms Alex would ram the ice sack
around sissy's balls, and the erection would diminish. Not soft, so
much, but, Randy could see, frustrating, the release of the come of the
it, leaving. And still it, the sissy, bucked, frustrated, needy, and
mewling through its pacifier.
Randy had never seen such a pacifier, but that's what Ms Alex called
it. It was a long plastic dick, really, fat and ribbed and tied behind
its neck. He couldn't see how long it was, but it looked long, deep
throating even, and fat.
"Hmmmph mmmph," the sissy said, bucking.
"Stroke faster, hon," Ms Alex said. "We're at the countdown."
She kissed her husbands forehead, then his lips, her tongue diving into
him. "Please come for me, please show that you love me." And again, the
ice.
It bucked again, needy, needy.
The latex glove was dripping with silicon ky, as Ms Alex had told Randy
to make it, and sissies cock dripped with it. And its balls were oh so
very blue.
Stroke, stroke, up and down, a little precum, then Ms Alex's ice. And
now...
Ms Alex looked at her pricey watch. "Five, four, three, two, one! Bad
sissy, bad. No wonder you're such a sissy."
Ms Alex turned to gaze on Raylyn as Randy was now being called.
"Raylyn, stop. It's out of time. Another chance to come next week."
He stopped. And watched as Ms Alex affixed a fat catheter up sissies
cock. It was clad in cotton, and rolled on like a condom, except for
the zipper that closed it tight, and the leather laces and locks that
kept it on.
It wasn't a chastity belt, but it would be as effective.
Despite her long purple nails, Ms Alex skillfully and meanly tightened
the laces around sissy's balls, its very blue balls, making them stand
out in veins.
She explained. "sissy can come, it needs to, but according to the
therapist, only when I'm with it. Every week, I give it a chance. I go
with the therapy. I want my sissy better and to become my husband
again, but you saw, it doesn't want to even please itself." She winked
a purple shadowed eye at Randy, Raylyn.
She rammed the catheter into the sissies swollen cock, taped it into
place and then added the leather cockbinder, slowly tightening it,
until sissycock disappeared. Trapped, tight. Smothered.
She sun smiled, after the lock clicked, and gazed at him. "This is your
job now, hon. And make sure the straps are tight."
"Yes Mistress Alex," Randy/Raylyn said, somewhere beyond confused, he
was going by rote, lost and confused. He smiled. Smiles were safe.
Confusion or worse, disagreement was not. He'd learned that when he'd
told Her he didn't like his heels.
He looked at it, the sissy, and saw that its pink face was so stressed
out, needy, needy, and tears leaked out from it. It mewled, and mewled,
as Ms Alex slid up the latex, tightened the laces, and lovingly kissed
it.
Previous...
The appearance of this upstairs dungeon had disconcerted Randy. Clear
and all clear, plasticene. In the back of his mind, he thought, money.
In the forebrain, there was the sissy. In the middle of his mind,
crisped the thought of danger...
Ms Alex led him over to it. Him. Her husband. "He suffers terribly, and
I need You, Randy, to take care of him. Please?"
He was rolling from her previous statement, to meet her husband and
then be invited to make love, well fuck is what Ms Alex had said,
afterwards.
The word, a single word, that came to him, was bizarre. Very bizarre.
The word rollicked in his Mind, and rolled around like a marble.
Bizarre.
Sissy smiled at him from a distance, then recoiled, going feline as
Randy approached. He was stunned as well, as he saw what Ms Alex
husband was wearing, and how he looked.
Sissy had no front teeth. It's forehead was a tattoo that said sissy in
loud red.
It wore a collar. It wore makeup, that to Randy, although he was not
clever in these things, looked tattooed as well. Very bright makeup.
Lemon and orange and like a crayola had painted it's face. It wore an O
ring, that locked in the back.
It drooled.
It wore a pajama suit with mittens. The suit was plastic, clear blue
and rustled. The suit had feets, but Randy couldn't know that, since it
wore ballet heels, laced and locked, in frosty pink, up to its thighs.
Tightly locked, Randy noticed, with the words bizarre, rollicking,
rolling in his mind. The man can't stand up!
Ms Alex explained, and Randy noticed that, despite her beauty, she was
nervous about this.
"I'd hired some others, Randy. You may or not know this, but they were
female, and, well." She smiled furtively over to him. "He seems to fall
in love with them at first glance, and I, what can I do? I'm not a
lesbian. But I am a jealous woman."
He stared at her blankly, not understanding at all. And said, for no
real reason, "Thank You, Ms Alex," taking in her beauty, and scent, her
reasoning voice. She seemed to make so much sense, although that, here
and now, was not possible.
But those eyes...
"So! I hired you as a maid, a nurse, a caretaker, Randy. Will you do as
told?"
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