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Once inside, my Mistress-wife instructed me to put the panties I still
wore in the hamper and to shower. "Then I want you to dress like the
slut you are," she continued. "You know what I mean--your little hot
pants outfit."
"Yes, Mistress," I answered, my voice trembling with excitement and
desire.
"You'll look like such a little teen whore, won't you?" she insisted.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me look like the whore I am."
Never were more sincere words spoken. An adult male dressed like a
fifteen-year-old strumpet was a submissive sissy's dream.
I was rewarded by her throaty chuckle. "And when you are properly
dressed, whore, come into the bedroom, with proper submission."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." As she turned to leave, I added,
"I love you so much."
Looking back, she wore a look softened to tenderness, mixed with
obvious excitement and desire. "And I love you, too, sweet sissy. Now
run along, and mince for me."
At once melting with complete devotion and at the same time my cock
thrusting like a rocket in the urine-stained white panties as I moved
my ass for her, I quickly entered the bathroom and soon was washing
under the cool water of the shower.
Afterwards in the bedroom--the faint scent of musk told me she had been
there before me--I donned the clothes that would excite us both in
different ways. First I stepped into a pair of skin-tight pink pvc hot
pants. They molded themselves to the outline of my hard cock and bare
asscheeks. Next came a backless black blouse with straps crossing my
bare shoulders. Sitting down, I freshened the pink nail polish on my
toes. After letting the new coat dry, I pulled on pink knee socks with
little bows at their tops and placed a pair of black Mary Janes on my
feet. Attached to my left ankle went a silver bracelet with a small red
heart. An auburn wig with disheveled curls went on my head, and I
applied makeup: foundation followed by heavy black eyeliner, green eye
shadow to match my eye color, blush, and hot pink lip gloss. Finally, I
inspected myself in the mirror. What a silly little whorish slut looked
back at me. Clearly a man underneath it all but kinda cute, too. I
thought the look would please my Lady. I felt wonderful--foolish,
emasculated, submissive, and begging to be used sexually.
Mincing girlishly into the bedroom and keeping my eyes on the floor, I
knelt in front of the bed. I could smell her sweet scent and waited for
her to speak.
"Stand up." Her voice was low and quiet but utterly commanding. She was
in charge. I felt at once totally safe and totally helpless. "Turn
around, slowly."
With eyes still on the ground, I obeyed.
"Walk for me."
I moved about the bedroom, placing one mary Jane-shod foot directly in
front of the other, moving my ass like a girl begging for it, with my
arms at my side and my hands turned out, finger spread. I imagined how
I must look to her and yearned with my whole heart to please, silently
begging for her to tell me who and what I was.
"You look soooooooooo foolish," she said, the grin clear in her voice.
You silly little slut. You aren't a man, and you never, ever could
please me as a man. Even though I can't see your pathetic little dick,
I know you are hopeless as a man. Aren't you?!" The last rang out and
was quickly followed by "Look me in the eyes, and answer!"
Our eyes met and locked. All I saw were those lovely gray eyes. They
were wide and deep, and they spoke volumes. I know mine did, too, and I
answered simply, "Yes, Mistress. I could never please you as a man.
Please let me by your sissy whore." My heart was full of confused
emotions as it always was at this point, but I knew that I was utterly,
totally, helplessly hers. There were times of vanilla lovemaking
between us, but times like these were infinitely more intimate and
satisfying.
"Come here." Her voice was quiet. When I reached her, she enveloped me
in her arms. She was naked, and I felt her warmth and loveliness enfold
me. Her voice was soft and infinitely gentle and tender in my ear. "I
love you so. You are everything to me, and there is no one who can
please and delight me as you. You are my little silly boy, my sweet
sissy little boy. You are Mommy's good boy, and I always will love
you." She took my face in her hand and kissed me, long and deeply.
She was near tears, and I did cry as I always did when reassured of her
love and her acceptance of me. To be called her good little boy! I
would do anything for this woman. She held me as I softly cried. She
knew my heart, and I did not have to speak for her to know what she
meant to me.
Gently releasing me, she directed me onto my knees. She was looking
down at me with triumph, power, tenderness, and love. My own gaze up at
her was one of submission, devotion, and a matching, trusting love.
"Now little one," she spoke, "it's time to please your Mistress. Start
with my feet." She sat on the bed with her legs drawn up and her feet
at the edge. Her toes were long, their nails painted in a glossy peach
shade. Delicate arches and ankles and the rest of her feet smelled
faintly of the peppermint lotion that kept her skin, even the bottoms
of her feet, soft and smooth.
My mouth was parched with desire. I couldn't speak. Eagerly I bent
forward and first kissed the tops of her feet, her arches, her toes,
and as she lifted her feet for me, their bottoms. Next, my tongue was
licking her ankles, instep, and soles.
"Lick between my toes," she ordered, and with a sigh and shiver of
desire, I drove my tongue between each of her lovely toes." "Ah, yes,
lick, toe slut." Her voice was husky, and I saw that her fingers were
stroking her sex as I began to suck on each pretty toe. Pushing me back
with one foot, my Lady placed her feet on my face so that I could lick
and kiss their soles and thrust my tongue upward into the space between
her toes and the balls of her feet. She came to a subdued orgasm as I
worshipped her feet. (She frequently orgasmed from her excitement at my
foot service, though, usually, it was after I had been instructed to
masturbate and come on her toes, then was licking them clean and dry.)
Mistress pointed to the bed and commanded me to lie down on my back.
The sheets and pillowcases were crisply white, and there was a gaily
striped blanket folded at the bottom of the mattress. Old-fashioned
brass made up the head and footboards, and my wife-Mistress fastened my
arms by the wrists to posts at opposite ends of the head. She pulled my
hot pants down and off my feet, leaving my knee socks in place, and my
cock sprung up, hard and eager. I turned my head briefly and saw the
sunlight through the open window, felt the breeze that ruffled the
curtains, heard the waves, and smelled the sea.
"Slut," she grinned. "No panties as usual."
"Yes, Mistress." My voice was low and slightly trembling and my
attention again fully centered on her.
"Spread those pretty legs of yours, little whore," she ordered, and I
complied, seeing my feet and legs in the sissy pink stockings with my
painted pink toenails just visible through the fabric.
Mistress attached a spreader bar to keep my legs apart and hooked a
rope around its center. She attached the other end to the headboard and
pulled, elevating my lower body slightly back and upward, thus leaving
my sissycock, silly balls, and pussyhole all fully and easily
accessible. How utterly helpless and vulnerable I was, and how
inexpressibly sweet and exciting it was to be completely spread open
and under her control in this way.
"You love being bound like this, don't you, little teen slut?" she
asked, echoing my thoughts and looking into my face. She stroked my
belly and crotch and lightly pressed her finger against my bottom hole.
"Oh, yes, Mistress!" came my shivery affirmation, and I told her how
much it meant to me to be helpless for her, to surrender to her
totally, to be her plaything, and how much I wanted, I needed to serve
her and be used by her like a shameless slut.
"I love you so much," she told me again, looking deeply into my eyes.
The tenderness and deepness of these moments were attainable for
neither of us in anyway and anywhere else on earth. "You are my sweet
sissy, my pussy slave, and I will use you like my whore, but I never
will leave you or let anyone else hurt you. You mean everything to me."
I could barely speak but choked out thanks for her love and reassurance
and again begged her to use me, to humiliate me, to help me know what a
helpless, pathetic, little sissy boy I was. "I want to be taken by you!
I belong to you, wonderful Mistress!" To be hers was all I wanted.
"Oh, I will take you," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss me deeply.
Her musk and warmth enveloped me as she put her arms around me and
whispered into my ear. "I will, little sissy." Her soft breasts and
hard nipples touched my skin.
Leaning back, she turned and picked up an item from a small table. I
saw the straps and watched with heart thudding as she centered the
jutting cock over her sweet pussy, inserting the dildo end of it into
her with a little sigh, and fastening its straps around her. As she
approached the bed, her cock swayed. She took it in her fist, stroking
it up and down, and asked me, with a smile of power and triumph, "You
like?"
I strained forward against my restraints in my eagerness. "Oh, yes!
Yes, Mistress!
"Of course you do," she chuckled. "After all, you are my little cock
whore, aren't you?" She grinned, and my gaze, which had been fixed on
the very realistic-looking, anatomically correct, flesh-colored cock,
moved to her face.
"Yes," I answered in a choked, small voice.
"Well, tell me, cocksucker, tell me what you are and beg for what you
want, what you need from your Mistress."
The wonderful, humiliating, emasculating, submissive, surrendering
words tumbled out: "I am your cock whore, Mistress; I am your cock-
sucking slut; I am your sissy little boy, who wants to be a good fuck
for you and a good cocksucker." Please, please, please fuck me! Please
stick your big boy cock up my little sissy pussy after I've kissed and
licked and sucked it and your big balls. Please, pleeeease, Mistress."
Moving forward, she thrust a lovely bare leg over me and gracefully
straddled my chest. The cock with its head and pisshole and the veins
running along its length thrust almost within reach of my lips. "Get
that tongue out!" she ordered.
Straining forward and sticking my tongue out as far as I could, I could
just touch the tip of her cock with it. "Please, please," I begged.
"Please, Miss, closer!" I touched as much of it with my straining
tongue as I could.
"Oh, I never can be mean when you beg for cock so prettily, sweetie,"
she giggled, moving her body forward. Soon my mouth was filled with her
hard cock...
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