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Confessions of A Lovestruck Sissy
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I started...slowly rousing myself from the floor of my cage...
"Mistress!!!"
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"Mistress!!!"
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"Oh...the phone!"
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"He-llo?" (Mistress did have a wonderful way of speaking on the phone.)
"Oh hell-oh, darling...oh, I've been sleeping it off, dar-ling."
(Mistress giggled coquettishly.)
"...Brutus was around last night, and he WORE ME OUT!"
"...yes, I knooooooow...and he gave sissy a right scare, too!!!"
(This time, it was more of an evil cackle... just like last night!)
Ah yes, LAST night!
Brutus is her favourite stud... its not his real name, of course,
though her nickname for him is well-chosen... he's 7 feet 2 inches of
solid muscle, with shoulders as wide as mistress' bed, and a cock as
powerful and as relentless as a jackhammer.
Or... so Mistress tells me!
In truth, if last night were any indication... and, indeed MOST nights,
it is SHE who wore HIM out... but then Mistress is truly a wonder!
She's always so nonchalant about it... making Brutus sit quietly in the
corner like some naughty little schoolboy for some fifteen minutes,
while she ties me down for the night.
It was all a ritual, of course, but I sooooo loved it: "Time for beddy-
byes, sissy... Mistress must retire to bed." ...and she strode
purposefully towards her dressing table.
After fixing her makeup, she then retired to an adjacent cupboard.
All the while I had been acting disinterestedly, as I sat down at MY
dressing table, carefully applying my lipstick... until...
CRACK!
The whip snaked out, ever so skilfully, and snapped the tube clean out
of my fingers. And, as with every night... I scurried, excitedly,
towards the door of my cage... and struggled to release the door,
wherein lay sanctuary.
But, of course, as always, I was still struggling with still-trembling
hands to manoeuvre the heavy iron bolt when Mistress, in her
impatience, wrenched it free with one short sharp pull!
After she had finished tying me down for the night, and locked me up in
my cage, she quickly undressed, threw herself onto her bed, lying on
her back, invitingly, and roared at Brutus to "hurry up and come and
fuck my brains out, you big thick!"
As I watched the big, dim-witted brute gently ease himself on top of
her voluptuous long-legged body, and watched her magnificent breasts
flattened like pancakes against his muscular chest, I feared for her
safety.
Not that she cared much for me:
"Look SISSY, this is a REAL man...this is what you're SUPPOSED to do."
...her cruel taunts were interrupted by her moans and squeals of
delight as Brutus penetrated ever deeper... "SISSSSSSSSSSSSSY...do you
want a piece of Brutus, next?"
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh... aaaaaaggggggggggggggggh... YESSSSSS...
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS... YES!"
Although Mistress was not all bad... as reward for my recent good
behaviour, she had bought me my very own pair of black patent leather
thigh-length boots with the 6" spike heels, so that, sprawled as I was
on the floor of my mirrored cage, I could imagine myself as Mistress as
I lay back and thrashed my black fishnet-encased, skinny model-girl
legs about in the air, imagining that Brutus' powerful member had
penetrated MY protective layer of chastity belt and was ravaging me,
equally.
But, of course, Mistress KNEW that... it thrilled her SOOO much to know
that as I gazed longingly, and lovingly on, it was a torture crueller
than any whip, that I would long for, but could NEVER have, such
orgasmic thrills as she was currently experiencing.
...TO BE CONTINUED
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