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House Boy - Part Two The rest of the week went by in a blur. I kept replaying every minute I'd spent in Mistress Alexia's dungeon. What had I done? Was I now a submissive? A professional Dominatrix's house boy? Was I out of my freaking mind? The next afternoon, Saturday, I went out to dinner with Elise. For a girl with a lot of money, Elise was amazingly down to earth. She loved this plain and simple Italian restaurant on 20th Street in Gramercy Park. As we walked in, the dark-haired waiters practically tripped over one another to show Elise to a booth. No wonder. She looked adorable with her long hair up in a clip, no makeup, and just a sparkly white halter top and a pair of hip-hugger jeans. "Is everything okay with your parents?" she asked after we were seated and had ordered a stromboli and two ice teas. "My parents?" I said stupidly. For a moment I forgot that I'd told Elise I had to stand her up the night before because my folks wanted to talk to me. The waiter brought us our drinks, and didn't seem to want to leave, he just stared at Elise and smiled. In a thick Italian accent, he said, "Can I get for you anything else?" "No, thank you," Elise said politely. "Yes, you told me you were seeing your folks." "Oh, right, right!" I cried. "They're going on a cruise and they wanted to know if I would watch their place for them when they're gone." "Oh really? What cruise line are they going on? Where? When?" Elise threw so many questions at me, that I wanted to drown myself in my Coke. Thankfully another olive skinned waiter, an older one with a mustache, also approached, and asked Elise if she wanted any water. "The Cokes are just wonderful!" I said, suddenly feeling quite annoyed. The waiter gave me an angry, I've had men killed for less stare, and went back to his buddies at the cash register. "You don't have to snap at him!" Elise whispered. "He was just trying to be nice." "They're gawking at you! Trying to look down your top at your breasts! They're not being helpful, they're being plain rude." "Really?" Elise asked, shocked. "Was he?" She looked over her shoulder at our leering wolf pack of waiters with a bit of suspicion. Fortunately, Elise forgot about my parents and the subject did not come up in the conversation again till later, hopefully giving me time to fill in some details. After dinner, back at her loft, like a couple of old marrieds, we fell asleep on the couch in front of Saturday Night Life. Somewhere in the middle of the night, Elise woke and stumbled off to bed, but I just stayed their on the couch snoring. Sunday we had tickets to a NY Yankees game, which are pretty hard to come by, and I had been quite excited about when Elise's dad had given them to us as part of our engagement gifts. Now, I felt like every spare moment that my attention was not consumed by Elise, my mind would immediately drift to Mistress Alexia. To my S&M Mommy. I sat there in Yankee stadium beside one of the prettiest women in the world, a gorgeous slender model with a heart of gold that actually wanted to marry me... and my mind is not on Elise... it's not on the baseball game... it's not on what A-Rod is doing in the bottom of the 9th with two men on, the Yank's losing by a score of 5-4 to the hated Red Sox. No, all I can think about is an overweight 52 year old Dominatrix that likes to beat up on wealthy surgeons and fuck them with strapon dildos the size of a cucumber. "Penny for your thoughts," Elise said as we herded out of the tunnel with the rest of the crowd. "Oh, I was just thinking about the game. Thinking, what a great comeback." Elise looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "The Yankees lost." "Oh! I mean, I what a great comeback for the Red Sox." For the first time in our relationship my fianc? gave me a strange look, and let go of my hand as we walked down the sidewalk. The entire ride in the subway she didn't say a word. She just sat beside me staring into space. Not that I really noticed. I was too busy day-dreaming about Mistress Alexia. It wasn't until we got back to Elise's loft, that I realized something was wrong. Looking rather pissed off, she opened her door and turned, blocking my entry. "W-what are you doing?" I asked. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," Elise said, looking quite angry, angrier than I'd ever seen her before. "What are you talking about? I thought I was spending the night!?" "Why bother," Elise frowned. "You slept on the couch last night... your head has been up in the clouds all day." Her eyes glazed over. "You haven't touched me all day." A tear glided down her cheek. "Not even this whole weekend." Pushing my way in the door, I took Elise in my arms and covered her face with kisses. She sighed, and started to melt, then tried to push me a way. "I'm sorry darling! I didn't realize," I said hugging her and kissing her lightly on the mouth. With her hands on my chest, she forced me to take a step back. "Stop it. You're just trying to smooze me." My mind racing, I found myself saying, "I'm should have told you." "Told me what?" she asked suspiciously, her guard up. "My parents. My dad was at the doctors. They think he might have prostate cancer." "Oh no!" Elise said covering her mouth. "I thought you said they were going on a cruise." "Well, yes, they are. But it's all part of what they wanted to talk to me about," I said, my mind racing. "He's been having problems with his bowels. So he went to the doctor and they said he might have prostate cancer. They're doing some tests. I guess they got all scared, and they booked this cruise, sort of to take their minds off everything." Elise looked at me, tearful once more. "Oh that's just horrible!" She threw her arms around me, and covered me with salty kisses. I sighed. She'd bought it, hook line and sinker. "What do you want to do?" she asked with genuine concern. "Do you want to go home... do you need some space? Or do you want to..?" "Oh I'd much rather stay," I said hopefully. "I don't want to be alone. I just want to hold you." Hold her I did. After getting washed up, in just a sheer white thong, Elise climbed into bed. We embraced, and before I knew it, we were both naked and making love with me on top. I looked down into Elise's perfect face, her golden tresses spilling around her pillow like the goddess of love Aphrodite herself... and for the first time ever I found myself unable to get hard. "Honey, what's wrong?" Elise asked. She felt between my legs, squeezing my spongy organ. "Why aren't you hard?" Instead of complaining, good girl that she was, Elise dove beneath the sheets and took my limp dick in her mouth. She licked and sucked, trying to arouse my erection. I looked down at her gorgeous features bobbing up and down on my elastic, lifeless organ. All I could think about was how Alexia had constantly belittled the size of my penis, saying I would never be able to please a woman. Suddenly I was so overcome with doubts about my masculinity. Was Elise only faking it when we made love? Her father, my boss, Mr. Nelson was a strict, religious old fart, and had told me he'd kept his daughter under lock and key till the right man came along. Elise herself had told me she'd been a virgin. So she obviously didn't have that much experience with men. I thought back to Bernard's enormous erection, or even Mommy's strapon dildo. Mine was positively petite in comparison?but maybe Elise didn't realize that I was poorly equipped. After several minutes, my poor fianc? gave my spongy dick a parting kiss and snuggled up beside me. "Don't be upset. I read in a magazine that happens to guys sometimes. You're just upset about your dad, that's all." This had never happened to us before. I felt mortified, but rather than talking about it, just nodded and mumbled, "Can we just go to sleep?" "Sure," she said and closed her eyes. In five minutes my fianc?s' even breathing told me she was in slumberland. I lay there staring up at the ceiling, wondering why my body wasn't able to get hard. I softly cursed Mistress Alexia. She'd put a spell on me. And I had to break it! I had to perform with Elise! Okay, that was it! No more visits to Mommy. That was it. I wasn't going Thursday. I had to stay home. My girlfriend, our marriage, my job, our future depended on it! Unable to sleep, my mind drifted back to Friday night ... to images of the poor surgeon taking it deep and hard from Alexia's lifelike strapon ... to images of the man's big throbbing purple cock as he masturbated in front of me... his lips on my clitty.... Suddenly, I had a boner. I lay there, instantly very aroused... with the beautiful Elise's perfect breasts rising and falling. Did I slip her the hot salami in her sleep... wake her up... or... I waited till the morning. Waking before Elise, with the sunlight streaming through the blinds... all I had to do was picture Mistress Alexia wearing her shiny black pants, leather halter top, giving her submissive surgeon a spanking... and I was quite aroused. Elise woke to feel my erection poking her in the hip. She rolled over on her side, with her back to me, presenting me with her cute round butt. I'd always fantasized about performing anal sex on my fianc?, but the one time I'd actually verbalized my desire, she got a frightened look on her face. Finding some of the lubricant Elise kept by her nightstand, I applied it liberally to my erection, and then snuggling up behind her, began sliding my slippery, slender four inches up and down the crack of her ass. At the same time I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, massaging her breasts... With her eyes still closed, she seemed to moan, and began to wiggle her beautiful bum back at me. Taking this as assent, I pointed the head of my cock at her tiny pinhead of an opening, and pushed hard. Elise cried out in surprise and pain as the head popped inside her tight little o-ring. "Off! Dorian stop! It hurts!" my girlfriend squealed. She tried to move away from me, but I tightened my arms around her waist, and pulled her back onto my cock. "Oh no Dorian! Please no! Please stop!" Looking down at our bodies, at my erection buried inside my fianc?s perfect heart-shaped ass, I thought of Alexia's finger and how it felt thrusting back and forth across my prostate. I wondered if her finger was about the size of my penis. No, I had to be bigger than her finger, wasn't I? Worried once again about my size, I starting to lose my erection. To get it back, I imagined... what if one night, instead of her finger... what if Mommy decided to use her strapon on me? What if she took me, the way she took Bernard? With that big 8" lifelike dildo fucking me up the ass? Incredibly aroused again, I began to drive my slippery finger-sized cock back and forth inside my sobbing girlfriend. Oblivious to her pleas for me to stop, instead I thrust faster, harder. I couldn't have been that small. Yeah! That's it. Scream baby. Feel my big cock inside your tight little asshole! In true pain Elise began to struggle to escape. I tightened my grip. Imagining Alexia's strapon pounding in and out of my ass... I came... my stiffy jerking and spasming inside my trembling girlfriend. As I lay there panting, in another zone, Elise pried my arms apart. With her shoulders shaking, she stumbled to the bathroom. Through half open lids, I saw a single stream of blood glide down the back of her smooth thigh. While she showered and dressed, I lay there in her bed, with my arms behind my head, congratulating myself. I could still do it! I wasn't a sissy! I was still a man. I could still fuck a woman. What a relief! I hopped out of bed and entered the bathroom. Elise's shape moved behind the corrugated shower door. "Come I come in with you?" I asked. "NO!" she tried, holding both hands on the door, keeping me out. "Look, I'm sorry," I said, puffing out my chest, feeling rather macho. "I don't know what came over me." "Just... just go away. Leave me alone for a few minutes." We both had to go to work, so there really wasn't much time to talk. Elise had a glazed, faraway look in her eyes as she dressed. At the door, as we said our goodbyes, I held her, but she seemed hollow in my arms. I began to realize just how upset she really was. "Look, I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing her cheek. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." Elise looked at me, like I'd just confessed to murder. Without a word, she pushed me aside. She went her way and I went mine. All day Monday at work, I kicked myself. What had I done!? In my efforts to combat Mistress Alexia's emasculation of my penis, I'd just sodomized one of the most beautiful women in the world! My bosses' daughter! My fianc?! After lunch I called a florist and had a dozen roses sent to Saks Fifth Avenue, where I knew Elise was doing a fashion show. I tried calling her cell phone over and over again, but she wouldn't pick up. I wondered if I'd lost her. By Monday night I was so distraught I called Larry, and decided to tell him everything... well, everything except for the gay stuff with Bernard. Larry was a smart guy. He'd give me good advice. He'd tell me what to do. "Let me get this straight?" Larry said over the phone. "You dressed up like a fairy and watched some 52 year old fat woman fuck an old man with a dildo and you're thinking about her all of the time - instead of a gorgeous 22 year old model that loves you?" "Well, it sounds pretty bad when you put it like that..." I admitted. "You're an idiot," my friend muttered. "If you have any brains you'll never talk to that Alexia woman again. Forget about her. Forget you ever found her card. Get her out of your head and beg Elise to take you back - before you lose her and your job." Which wasn't what I wanted to hear. Actually, I had no idea what I wanted to hear. I just wanted to pacify Elise and at the same time have Alexia too. All day Tuesday Elise continued to avoid my calls. I thought about going to her loft, but instead, Tuesday night I called Alexia and told her that Elise and I had a fight. She seemed to be listening empathetically, asking questions, urging me to spill everything, till finally she said: "You should tell her everything. Immediately." "I can't do that!" I shouted in the phone. "The truth has a way of rising to the surface," Mommy said stoically. "Otherwise you're going to keep telling more and more lies. Then, when she does find out, you're going to be a dirty, rotten runaround. You probably should not have told me all of this, because now I feel sorry for your fianc?." "Are you saying I shouldn't come on Thursday?" I asked, confused. "I didn't say that. You have to decide." I thought about it for all of five seconds. "I'll be there," I said. On Wednesday I went by Elise's loft, and banged on the door. She opened it a crack, refusing to let me in. She looked at me doubtfully, her eyes red, through the chain on the door. "This is silly," I cried. "Please let me in. We need to talk. We need to work this out. Did you get the flowers?" "I threw them away," she said tonelessly. "Please just let me come in for five minutes." "Just go away Dorian," she said, not looking me in the eyes. "I can't believe what you did to me! I told you to stop, and you just kept...!" With that she slammed the door shut in my face. I was so upset by what was happening, I really didn't want to go to Mistress Alexia's on Thursday night, but I didn't know what else to do. Right on time, at 8 p.m., I was on her doorstep. "Elise won't talk to me," I said when she let me in. "It's over. It's all over. I blew it!" Alexia did not bother to try to hide her delight. "Ahh... poor baby lost his supermodel. What a shame," she laughed. "Now you can devote yourself entirely to serving me. Which is as it should be." What had I done? Was I insane? To have traded in a Vogue fashion model for an overweight, 52 year old woman in a long black robe. Underneath she wore a black merry widow with garter belts, boy-cut lace panties, black thigh high hose, and 4" stiletto heels. Taking me by the hand, she led me down the hall. In the middle of her dungeon was a new piece of equipment - a set of wooden stocks. "One of my slaves made it for me," she said, leading me to the bed. "You can't exactly buy this kind of equipment at Wal-Mart. You have to have it custom made." On the single bed, like on my previous visit she had spread out several articles of clothing across the bed?including a black and red basque with garter belts and nude hose. There was a pair of red pumps on the floor by the headboard. "Take off your clothes," Alexia said looking me over, "and start getting dressed. You know the drill." With a gulp, I pulled off my shirt, and unbuckled my jeans. My throat suddenly felt dry as all the moisture in my body was now dripping from my arms in fear. "What am I getting myself in for tonight?" I asked, pulling off my sneakers. Alexia unlocked her wooden cabinet, and pulled open the double doors. Inside hung an entire adult gift store of sex toys. "All you have to do is watch." "That's what you said last time!" I said hesitating... and then dropped my jockey shorts. Highly amused, Mommy began sorting among the paddles hanging in the cabinet. There must have been a dozen different designs... green ping pong paddles... red felt covered paddles... black leather paddles... paddles with silver studs... She glanced at me as she selected a black leather paddle, snickering at my crotch. "Did you play with your little clitty this week? Look me in the eye. Did you masturbate?" Actually I had. I'd been so frustrated with everything that was going on with Elise, that I'd masturbated at least twice, each time fantasizing about the session with Bernard and the way Alexia had finger-fucked me. I didn't even have to say a word. Mommy just knew. "You little bitch!" she cried. "And I expressly told you, you were not allowed to cum without permission! Come here!" Grabbing me by the back of the neck, Mistress Alexia sat on the edge of the bed, and forced me face down across her lap. "No I didn't! I really didn't! I swear I didn't!" I cried, real fear rising in my throat. "That's going to cost you another dozen for lying!" Mommy cried. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The force of her blows, and the sting of the paddle were so intense, I literally jumped an inch off her lap. "No Mommy! Please no!" "I warned you," Alexia said firmly. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I squirmed and wiggled my bottom on her lap, trying desperately to avoid her cruel paddle. It was no use. With her free hand gripping my hair, she continued raining down an unrelenting hail of punishment. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "I won't do it again! I swear!" I cried miserably. My bottom stung like I'd sat on a not stove. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Of course you won't," Alexia laughed. "Not unless you want to get your ass beat every time you visit me." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I found myself growing hysterical. Not even my parents had ever beaten me so fiercely. Frantically I tried to escape, but Alexia was an incredibly strong. She held me firmly in place, while all I could do was wiggle and squirm, but I could not break free. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "I can't take it anymore!" I gasped. "PLEASE STOP!" "Not until you've been properly punished," Alexia replied. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! At that point, I began bawling in pain and humiliation. I thought maybe if she saw me crying real tears she would have some mercy on me, but quite the opposite. The sound of me crying and the sight of real tears streaming down my face, only served to excite her. "You..." WHAP! "...will do..." WHAP! "... as you are told!" WHAP! "Do you hear me!?" "Yes Mommy! I hear you," I blubbered. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! After those final three swats, she shoved me off her lap and onto the floor, where I curled up into a ball, shaking and sobbing. "I am so sorry!" I said, my voice coming in gasping shudders. "I'll never do it again." Mistress Alexia wiped a sheen of perspiration from her forehead. She looked flushed and unquestionably aroused. "I have a mind to fuck the shit out of you right now," she said, breathing hard, "but we haven't got time. Get up! And start getting dressed." For a minute, I couldn't move. I couldn't control myself. My bottom hurt so bad, I just couldn't stop crying. "All right now baby," Alexia said rising, and putting her paddle away. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Get a hold of yourself." I tried taking deep breaths, but the tears continued pouring out of my eyes. I must have had the wettest face in town. Alexia stood over me, shaking her head. "You are such a sissy. Because it was your first time, I went easy on you." "It hurt!" I cried, holding my poor, red-hot buns in my hands. "Yes, it hurt, and it will be even worse next time, if you don't leave your little pee pee alone. I told you I can read you like a book. All I have to do is look at you, and I know whether you've been a good girl or not." I believe she did. Slowly, I calmed down, and rose to my knees. Alexia handed me a Kleenex and I blew my nose. "Now start getting ready," she said softly. Prior to the spanking, I probably would have made a comment or questioned why on earth she made me wear women's clothes, but instead, I just said, "Yes Mommy." Quite humbly, I stood and stepped into the red and black lace basque, pulling the dainty straps up and over my shoulders. Although I absolutely hated being punished, the paddling snapped any resistance I might have had. It made me feel meek, subservient and quite docile. The rest of the evening, I found myself doing whatever Alexia commanded immediately, without hesitation. I practically jumped at her slightest whim. Sitting on the bed with a pained expression on my face, I slid a pair of black nylon stockings over my feet and up my calves. Blush as she watched, I fixed my garter belts and pulled up a pair of sheer red panties. Mommy stood over me... studying me critically. "That looks good on you. Now step into your heels. This is a good time for you to practice walking in them before Jimmy gets here. How do they feel? Are they too tight?" "They're fine," I said sniffling, ankles wobbling as I stepped up and into each 3" red pump. She reached for the same blonde wig on the dresser, and began fluffing up the curls. She looked at me, and knew what I was thinking. "You don't like wearing this, do you?" "No Mommy," I whispered. The woman's eyes narrowed. "Only your second time dressing like a woman, and already you're getting prissy on me." Alexia smirked, but I could tell she was softening slightly. Perhaps she realized she'd gone a bit hard on me for my first paddling. But she refused to show any sign of affection or weakness. "You must be one of those natural girls," she frowned. "That wants to use her own hair. Just don't trying pulling any of that prima dona crap on me, because I don't go for it. I'm the only prima dona in this house!" "I'll wear it if you want me to." "Never mind. I'll fix you hair... I'll tease your bangs and the sides out, and it'll look fine. Come into the bathroom with me. The light is better in there. I want to show you how to do your makeup." My heart beat faster as I imagined exploring a part of a woman's world I'd only glimpsed from the outside. "Makeup..?" I gasped. "Really?" "Yes, and pay attention," Alexia said leading me into a narrow bathroom, both of our heels clicking on the wooden floor of the hall and into the bathroom. "Because I'm only going to show you this once," she said opening up her makeup case. She ordered me to sit on the commode, and selected what looked like the paintbrush I had when I as a kid painting with water colors in my X-men coloring book. In her other hand she held a palette of colors. "Close your left eye," she said softly, "and keep it closed until I tell you that you can open it." I felt the brush stroke beneath my left eyebrow... and over my lashes. Alexia chuckled. "Just think of me as your fairy godmother. Or your own personal fag hag." Even though it hurt to sit, it I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, open. You see what I did? You use this highlighter above your eyes. Now close your other eye." Different brushes caressed my cheeks ... my nose ... my chin. Pencils wrote across my eyelids. Tiny brushes stroked at my lashes. "Being a woman," she breathed, very close to my face, "is all about pampering yourself. It's all about highlighting your good features... like your eyes... and hiding all your pimples," she said dabbing some foundation over a blemish on my forehead and then covering it with powder. "Pucker your lips for me," she said. "Like this," she said, sticking her lips out. When I mimicked her, she did my mouth in a shade of rose lipstick. Next she went to work on my hair, teasing it out like a professional hairdresser. "Okay. Close your eyes." She dusted my locks with hair spray. The little mist felt like pixie dust. Magic dust. Turning me from a boy, into a girl. "Now look in the mirror. See how pretty you look." I stared at the reflection of a very pretty waif with a poofy hair style wearing some very sexy lingerie. "Oh my," I said in awe. "I don't even recognize myself." Alexia smirked. "As far as I'm concerned?this is the real you. I've just let you out of the bottle, that's all. I hope you paid close attention. Because from now on, I want you to start doing your own makeup when you get here." Next time? So dressing like a girl would be a part of my regular routine as a house boy? I wanted to say, wasn't this more like a house girl, but was afraid to question her. "Yes Mommy," I said softly. Alexia led me back into the dungeon, and showed me how to paint my fingernails and toenails with Floral Pink by Max Factor. By nine o'clock, when the door buzzer finally announced James' arrival, Alexia told me to spin around. She looked me over closely. "You are going to knock him dead. Now go push the buzzer and let him in. I'll be waiting for him right here. Just bring him to me... and let's get to work." When I heard a light rap on the door, I let the submissive pilot in. To my utter surprise, James was an attractive man. Taller than me, even in heels, a good 6'2", with short dark hair, a nice tan, perfect teeth, and a trim, athletic build. "Wow, don't you look yummy," the man said, his eyes darting around the room nervously. "Mommy..., I mean, Mistress Alexia is waiting for you in the dungeon," I said, leading the way. Suddenly James' head jerked and he gave me a second look. "Holy Moses, you're really a guy?" He touched his hand to his cheek. "I thought you really were a woman." He eyed me up and down. "You look incredible. I never would have known... until you opened your mouth. You look like one of those Victoria's Secrets models, but you sound like one of the gay flight attendants on the... oh... never mind. When I get nervous, I start to babble." In the spare bedroom Mistress Alexia stood waiting, tapping her sandpaper paddle against her thigh. "Yes, you babble like a woman," Alexia snapped, shifting into full Dominatrix mode. Her eyes flashed angrily. "You're fifteen minutes late! You know I don't like being kept waiting. Get in here, and get your clothes off! Another word out of you, and I'll throw a penis gag in your mouth so fast, your head will spin. Now strip!" "Sorry Mistress Alexia!" James cried, and began ripping off his shirt and pants. It was amazed at how quickly the man's entire demeanor went through a drastic metamorphosis. In that regard, he acted and behaved much like Bernard. In her dungeon, Alexia's word was law, and men respected her completely and utterly. In less than sixty seconds James stood nude before us. He had a very masculine body, with a light smattering of hair around his chest and a light down across his legs. Mommy right. He had a nice piece of meet all right. Not quite as big as Bernard's, but still a nice one, perfectly shaped. Soft, his was as big as mine when I was fully erect. I couldn't take my eyes off it. All my life, in places like locker rooms, I'd averted my eyes from other men's cocks. Now, in Alexia's mini fiefdom, I feasted on James' ball sac. His balls hung low like two hanging baskets, and the tip looked like a one- eyed helmet. One hand on a hip defiantly, Mistress Alexia looked at the man sternly, enjoying her complete control over such an attractive man. "Did you douche?" The man's head dropped, as did his eyes. His face reddened rather cutely, as he nodded and said, "Yes Mistress." "Good," Alexia purred. "Now get dressed." She stepped over to the single bed, where she'd spread out an assortment of lingerie for him to wear. A pink and white chemise with white thigh high stockings... and a pair of 3" white pumps - size 11. As the man awkwardly pulled on the lingerie, Alexia kept up a steady stream of conversation. "Very nice. Now I have two sissies to play with." In heels James was 6'5" tall, and looked fairly ridiculous, and noticeably uncomfortable. He was just too big to look natural in women's skimpy lingerie. His arms and shoulders bulged from under the sheer straps. He looked at me and my willowy body somewhat wistfully as Alexia fit that god awful curly blonde wig on his head, and told him to "Pucker!" "Good," Alexia said as she painted his lips bright red. "Now you look just like my little whore." Grabbing his penis roughly, and giving it a yank she pulled him across the room. "And you know how whore's get treated." He followed her on wobbly knees in his heels, as she led him to the wooden stocks in the middle of the room. A look of fear flitting across his eyes as she slapped his bare bottom with her palm sharply, and ordered him to bed forward. Working quickly, like a professional magician, she locked his neck and wrists into the wooden frame. To me, she instructed, "Bend down and attach the cuffs to his ankles." Doing as told, I fit two leather cuffs at the wooden base to his feet. With his head secured in the stocks and ankles spread wide, wearing his frilly pink and white chemise and thigh high stockings, he looked like a condemned harlot in the Salem witch trials. Mistress Alexia her perfectly manicured nails over the crossdresser's buns, first gently, then raking them across his tender flesh. Locked in place as he was, bent forward, with his legs apart, left his tush sticking out, and quite vulnerable. "I like you like this," Alexia said running her hand up and down the bound man's inner thighs, and slowly lingering between his legs... rubbing his cock and balls... just enough to cause it to swell, the one- eyed helmet jerking and lifting it's head to look around. Just one touch, that's all he got. She grinned at me, brought her other arm back, the one holding the sandpaper paddle. In one quick motion she brought the hammer down, delivering her first sharp swat. It landed like the crack of a pistol. CRACK! The poor submissive jerked, and winced. "How many did I give you last time..?" "Fifty Mistress," he whispered. CRACK! "Then this time you get 75." CRACK! The man groaned. His whole body seemed to stiffen... preparing itself for the next blow. CRACK! I watched as she drew her arm back again and again. CRACK! The smile on her face became one of sheer orgasmic delight as she swung her arm again and again. CRACK! She instructed me to count. CRACK! "Ten... eleven... twelve," I said. By 50, the man's legs and arms glistened with sweat, but he had not let out a sound. When Alexia had punished me earlier, after that many swats, she'd completely broken me. I was a bawling little baby. "You're not making much noise," Alexia frowned. "I must not be hitting you hard enough." CRACK! The man had been holding his breath. Now he let it go, gasping for air. "Oh yes Mistress! It's quite hard enough!" CRACK! "I think you're ready to move up to something a little more... substantial. Let's see how you take a riding crop. They can be quite nasty." Alexia returned the sandpaper paddle to its place in the cabinet. The man twisted his head, fearfully watching as our Mistress selected a 2' long, springy black leather crop. The poor man gulped and closed his eyes, preparing himself. His body glistened with a sheen of sweat and trembled slightly. The crop sliced through the air and landed with sharp snap of a lightning bolt. SNAP! For the first time, James let out a groan. A crimson stripe appeared across his rosy tush. Smiling, Alexia gave him another... and another... and another. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! "Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven," I counted. By 65 the man began to break down. "Stop! Stop! Please stop! That's enough! I can't take anymore!" he screamed. "It HURTS!" By this point both of his ass cheeks were crisscrossed with red slashes of color. "Oh, you big baby," Alexia mocked. Grinning happily, the woman raked her French manicured nails across the man's raw backside... causing his body to jerk and flop against his restraints. "You've still got ten more to go." "On no! Please no! I can't take it anymore!" Mommy chuckled behind his ear. "Of course you can darling. The fun is just starting." "NO! Please no!" James whimpered. Alexia brought her arm back farther than ever before, giving him a vicious swat, that caused him to scream shrilly. "Sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy," I counted. His entire body shook and moved uncontrollably, dancing around, trying to dodge her next assault. "Settle down, stop moving your hips you bitch," Alexia ordered. "You don't want to quit now. Take it like a man, you big sissy." SNAP! "OWW!" James howled. His earlier cool demeanor had been thrown out the window now. SNAP! He wailed as Mommy beat him mercilessly. There was no doubting that she derived a sadistic pleasure out of seeing a man, any man, cracked and broke before her. SNAP! I watched, wincing and cringing, feeling each stinging slice of the crop. The thought of ever trading places with poor James had my heart pounding in pure terror. I had to be more careful about what I said and did around the Mistress! This bitch wasn't fooling! The way her eyes sparkled and her smile deepened, there was no mistaking that she was totally got off on turning men into squealing, bawling lumps of quivering jelly. "Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four..." I watched in awe as Alexia literally took this big, masculine man apart before my very eyes. James entered the apartment as a man... but in a matter of seventy swings of her arm, Mistress Alexia had reduced him to a sniffling, blubbering slave willing... begging... to do anything Alexia desired so long as she stopped beating him. SNAP! "...seventy-five," I said with a sigh of relief. Real tears glazed the man's eyes. He had the look of a man that wondered what on earth had ever possessed him to actually pay for this kind of treatment. With a sigh, Alexia hung her riding crop in the cabinet. "You're lucky, my arm is getting tired or I'd take you to 100. Maybe I should let Doreen spank you while I take a rest. Doreen, get your skinny little ass over here. Come closer darling." James tried to twist his head to see me, but the stocks blocked his view. "Oh no! Please no. No more! I'll do anything! I swear!" He looked down between his outstretched thigh highs at my 3" red pumps. "Shut up baby. Doreen, put your hand right here," Alexia said. We stood on either side of the man's crisscrossed buttocks. The punishment she'd given me earlier, was mere child's play compared to what she had done to James' ass. When I placed my palm on his ass cheek it felt moist with sweat. He flinched and hung his head. Alexia placed her chubby hand on top of mine, and moved it across the raised welts on his skin. The poor man screamed and tried to move away from just the slightest touch. Alexia gave him a sharp smack with her open palm. "Hold still!" Looking at me, she told me to, "Rub it. Go ahead. Feel it. I told you he had a nice ass, didn't I?" Nervously, I run my hand up and down lightly as possible across James' bruised and beaten derriere. He tensed, and then seemed to relax and expel a deep breath as I moved my fingertips lightly over his tenderized flesh. "Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure," Alexia whispered, "that's what it's all about." Taking my wrist, she drew my hand back. "Now hit him. Go ahead. Spank him." Once again, his entire body went tense as a weightlifter's muscle. Tentatively, not wanting to hurt the poor man, I gave him a half-hearted swat. "What a panty-waist!" Alexia cried and gave the man a hard slap on his tortured buns. "Harder! Like that! Don't be afraid. He says stop, but what he really means is don't stop." I tried again, but it felt as though my wrist suddenly went limp. I couldn't do it. I couldn't willingly inflict pain like that. "Well, you're certainly no Domme," Alexia chuckled. Or at least, no sadist. It just wasn't in my nature. Maybe I was more submissive than I thought. But certainly not as submissive as James or Bernard. I had no desire to willingly submit to such torture! "I don't know what you're afraid of... I tell you he loves it," Alexia said regally. Reaching between the man's legs, Alexia grabbed his dangling penis and pulled it back. I was surprised to see that it was quite hard, almost fully fluffed... a good 7". Not quite as big or as thick as the doctors, but still quite impressive. "Get down on your knees... between his legs," Alexia commanded me. "I want you to crouch down, and let him rub his penis against your hair. Yes, that pretty hair of yours that you just had to show off." "Yes Mommy," I said uncertainly. Kneeling underneath the submissive crossdresser, between his legs and the stocks, Alexia positioned me with my head under his crotch. I cried out in alarm, as she took my wrists and cuffed them into a pair of leather restraints dangling from underside of the wooden cross beam that secured James' neck and wrists. It felt strange to be locked into place like this... it was at once both frightening and claustrophobic... but at the same time exciting. My pulse began to race, as I began to wonder what Alexia might make me do next. I looked up right into the one-eyed giant of the lingerie clad airline pilot. His cock still stood stiffly, and was jabbing forward, trying to find something to touch, to rub against, to stimulate himself... to cum. "Tilt your head down," Alexia commanded. "Let him rub it in your hair." Doing as I was told, I looked down, and lifted my head toward his crotch. The man moaned gloriously as he slid his stiff shaft back and forth within my silky tresses. It was weird, but I could actually feel his penis throbbing against my scalp. Soon he was thrusting his hips wildly back and forth, fucking the tendrils of my teased locks. Alexia stood back for a moment to admire her handiwork. She laughed. Something flashed. I glanced up to see Alexia holding a camera to her eye and snapping another picture. "Lift your head," Alexia said looking at us through the lens of her camera. "Look at his cock." I looked up, straight at a rock hard erection. Talk about a bird's eye view. A drop of clear gel seeped from the Cyclops' one good eye. A flash of light ricocheted throughout the room. Then, without any prompting or scripting, I watched as James slowly moved his hips forward, his erection coming at me like an alien in slow motion. It stabbed at my forehead... reared back... and thrust forward again and again... stabbing at my nose, cheeks and eyes like a fleshy boxing glove. I struggled at my wrist restraints and backed away, as far as I could go against the wooden post behind me. "Go ahead my little sissy," Alexia whispered. "Take it in your mouth. You know you want to..." At first I just couldn't. I backed away from the man's jabbing assault. Heart racing, struggling at my bonds, moaning slightly, slowly I found myself giving in. Eventually James' repeated thrusts found the right angle, and he shoved his excited organ against my tightly clenched lips. "No, please no," I said in a muffled voice. But as I spoke, my mouth opened slightly, just enough for James to force the one-eyed helmet between my lips. "Cover your teeth with your lips," Alexia instructed. Groaning, trying to twist away, James pinned me against the back of the post, and forced his cock deeper. I squealed in fear, shame... and excitement. The camera snapped, preserving on film for all time my first blow job. James just tiled his body, ramming his hips forward. Like a heat-seeking missile his weeping organ zeroed in on my moist mouth and began fucking my face. I screamed and wanted him to stop. I was scared and humiliated. I wasn't gay! But I found my own body responding to the airline pilot's assault. Nor was there any way to hide it. Alexia tapped the toe of her shoe into my crotch, laughing in delight at the little dent in my panties. At that point I just closed my eyes and gave in... Taking the man's hot, hard, throbbing cock inside my mouth. The harder he thrust his hips, ramming his dick back and forth across my tongue, the more excited I became. Suddenly James paused in his rhythm and I felt his body flinch. Opening my eyes, I saw Alexia had taken up a position behind James. Her bare plump thighs in a pair of black thigh high stockings and garter belts were framed by James' spread legs and white lingerie. She was wearing her strapon, the same one I'd seen her use on Bernard... and she was pressing the broad head of her lifelike 8" dildo against James' asshole. Above me, the man groaned as she popped the head inside his sphincter. He cried out as she fed him more. Back and forth she undulated, sliding deeper and deeper, until all eight inches of the shaft disappeared inside him. "That's it baby," she crooned. "Take my big hard cock like a good boy." Instead of losing his erection, the submissive man's penis seemed to expand and throb, stretching my lips even tighter. Kneeling as I was beneath James, I had a front row seat of Alexia's strapon as it began thrusting back and forth inside the man's ass. As he seemed to recover from the initial shock and pain of insertion, James began to moan even louder. He began moving his hips back and forth to meet her thrusts, at the same time shoving his cock in and out of my warm, moist mouth. "Don't you dare cum inside her," Alexia said when we both together sensed he was about ready to shoot. To prohibit him from ejaculating, Alexia withdrew her cock from his ass, and freed my wrists, telling me to get up. James whimpered in disappointment. His turgid erection stood straight up touching the flimsy material of his chemise, and looked as red as his ass. It glistened with my saliva. Alexia grinned at me, "You're a natural born cock sucker. Unhook his ankles." While she freed his arms and neck from the stocks, I uncuffed the man's feet. Looking like an entire different person from the one I'd met at the door an hour earlier, I watched as Alexia ordered James to kneel before her. She sat imperiously on the edge of the bed, and as I watched in amazement, she commanded him to masturbate onto the toe of her shoe. "You've got exactly ten seconds to cum," Mistress Alexia said. "If you don't have an orgasm by the time I count ten... I want you to get dressed, and get the fuck out." The man began stroking frantically, looking at Alexia's plump legs crossed before him... aiming his drooling love stick at the pointed toe of her black pump. "One... two... three..." Alexia counted, smiling merrily. There was no mistaking how much she enjoyed her power over the situation. "...five... six... seven..." James whimpered and stroked himself rapidly, his pistoning hand a blur across his huge erection. "Eight... nine... ten!" Alexia cried. On cue, the submissive man's penis erupted, shooting thick white globs of semen all over her shoe and the black nylon covering her ankle and calf. As he came, he closed his eyes, arched his back, and his whole body seemed to jerk and twitch as he groaned and drifted off to another hemisphere. When he'd finally milked the last drops, and seemed to return to consciousness, Alexia pointed at her soiled foot and ordered him to clean the mess with his tongue. Which he did, glancing up at me sideways, his face blushing with embarrassment and the lingering after shocks of orgasmic bliss. Like with Bernard, after we were done and James was dressing, Alexia ordered me to fix us three glasses of ice tea and we sat in the living room and discussed the "scene." Unlike Bernard, who seemed very comfortable afterwards, James was undoubtedly nervous and high strung. He kept looking at me, at my crossed legs, and glancing away quickly. When she asked him what was on his mind, the man said, "It freaks me out a little bit to know that Doreen is really a guy. I mean, I'm not gay! And yet, I admit, I loved it when she was giving me a blow job." "Does Doreen look like a guy?" Alexia said reasonably. "No, not at all," James said admiringly. "She looks really hot." "Are you attracted to other men? Do you fantasy about being with a man?" Alexia continued. "No! Never!" James admitted. "All my fantasies revolve around the things we did tonight... corporal punishment... and getting fucked," he blushed. "I have a feeling I'm going to get a lot of mileage out of tonight. I'll be replaying everything we did over and over in my head... for a long time!" After James left, as was becoming our custom, Alexia had me strip naked and clean up the playroom and the kitchen. When I was done my chores, Alexia reclined on her living room sofa and bid me take a place on the floor, where she let me unhook her garter belts, and slide off her stockings. "Now rub my feet," she said sitting back and closing her eyes. As I massaged her ankles, instep and toes, she sighed and got a dreamy look on her face. "I have pretty feet, don't I?" she said. As I was to come to learn, Alexia felt her feet were her best physical feature, and therefore had me devote a lot of my energies to pampering, moisturizing and massaging her from the calf down. "You did good tonight," she said looking down at me. I was so turned on by all that had happened during the evening, as I knelt before her, I made no effort to hide my jutting erection - praying she would allow me some relief. She glanced between my legs and snickered. "Go into the kitchen and take a dish towel and fill it with a half dozen ice cubes." "Do you want me to freshen your drink?" I asked, rising. "No, I want you to do as I told you," she said, grabbing my balls and squeezing them tightly. Going up on my tip toes, I squealed, but delighted she was finally touch me there... I was so horny, I was dying to masturbate. Even just to jerk myself off on my knees before her like James did would be kind of hot. Anything! She yanked my testicles left and right like it was a lever on my body, smiling as I squealed and went up on my tip toes. She examined my masculinity from side to side, up and down, like she was weighing a hunk of fruit at the farmer's market. "Compared to Bernard and James," she said critically, "yours is more like a clitty. You're less than half their size. And no where near as thick." She looked up at me, straight in the eye, and added, "I don't know why your little super-model stayed with you as long as she did. She's young. She probably doesn't realize how much better penetration feels with a real man... or with a woman like me." She smiled when she saw the distressed look on my face. "With a tiny little pee pee like this, you're a sissy and that's all you'll ever be. Say it. Say, I'm a little sissy because I have a tiny little penis. Say it!" she ordered, squeezing my balls cruelly. "I'm a little sissy because I have a tiny little penis!" I squealed. Alexia watched my expressions carefully as she squeezed my testicles in her vice-like grip. "Say, I could never please a woman with my worthless little peter. Say it!" "I could never please a woman with my worthless little peter!" The more mortified and pained I looked, the happier she looked. With one hand forming an "O" around my balls, cinching them off into a tiny sack, with her other hand she delivered several sharp slaps to the taunt skin stretched across my two little seeds. I shrieked in agony, which only served to delight her even more. "You might be petite, but you certainly do stay hard. I'll bet you want to cum, don't you?" she said looking up at me mischievously. "Oh yes Mommy! Oh please Mommy! I want to cum so bad!" I wouldn't have cared if she finger fucked me. Anything! I needed release! With a final slap at the underside of my penis, she laughed. "Oh I'll just bet you do. But not yet." My entire body shuddered and I whimpered in disappointment. "Just do what I told you! In the kitchen. Get me six pieces of ice. In a dish rag. Now go! And be quick about it." I fled into the bathroom and frantically threw open the freezer door, throwing six frigid blocks of ice in a clean dish cloth. They were so cold they stuck to my flesh. I had to pry them from my skin with the rag. From the den, she called to me, "I like to watch your cute little buns as you scurry across the room. Mm. You cannot imagine how much I am looking forward to taking your cherry... darling. You have no idea. But not tonight. It'll have to wait for another time." When I hurried back to her, Alexia lay reclining on her sofa, her robe half open, revealing her thick thighs. They were as wide around as my waist. I half expected to see her strapon jutting from between her crotch. But it wasn't... and I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. The thought of being pummeled the way she'd fucked both Bernard and James was both terrifying... and titillating. At that point I would have taken any form of physical contact just to relieve the boiling, built-up pressure inside me. Still sitting, she took the dish rag from me, and motioned for me to step closer. "Play with yourself," she said, looking up at me. "Get yourself just close to cumming... but don't you dare cum. Go ahead. Play with your little clitty. I want to watch." Quaking before her, but at the same time unable to resist, unable to speak, I began fumbling with my shaft and balls, stroking, squeezing and working myself up into a lather. Within sixty seconds, I gasped, "I'm ready to cum Mommy!" "You didn't say the magic word..." she grinned, holding up the dish cloth full of ice. My fingers flew up and down on my erection. "PLEASE may I cum Mommy!?" I cried, ready to explode. "No you may not," she said, jamming six frozen ice cubes against my steamy hot rod. Her free hand grabbed my wrist, clamped down tightly, and pulled my hand away from my twitching little pee pee. I struggled to touch myself, to masturbate, to orgasm, to ejaculate, to explode, to set my spirit free... "Stop it!" she said sternly. "Why!?" I cried, stomping my foot like a girl. "This isn't fair! You get me all hot and excited and now I can't cum!" Using both hands, she held what felt like six frozen stones against my balls and shaft, pressing up hard, delighted by the expression of sheer agony wracking my face. "This is part of your punishment for masturbating without my permission," she said simply. "You know this is one of the rules. You're not allowed to cum, until I say you can." "Why not!?" I chattered almost tearfully. "Because... I'll tell you a little secret about men... men like you. As soon as I let you cum... you forget all about me. You could care less about me. You won't call. You won't treat me the way I deserve to be treated. You'll lose all respect for me." "That's not true!" I cried, straining in agony at the way my erection continued to throb within its ice chamber. Mistress Alexia looked at my insistent boner with some annoyance. "This usually makes most men go limp right away. I keep forgetting you're only 23." She looked at me with both admiration and lust. "Make it go down." "Let me please touch myself," I pleaded. "That will make it go down." "You want to masturbate?" "Yes please!" I begged. She looked at me slyly, continuing to hold the ice against my penis, amazed at the way it turned red, then purple, but continued to throb. The ice was melting. My penis was winning the temperature battle. Steam felt like it rose from my crotch. "As much as I know you want to cum, I am not going to change my mind. I have something I want to put on y our penis... and you need to make it go down." "What?!" I asked fearfully. "What are you going to put on me?" She wanted to put something around my penis? Like what? A ring? She opened a small black velvet bag on the coffee table, and emptied the contents on the sofa cushion beside her. Out spilled several plastic pieces... a clear sheath... different sized pins... four clear adjustable rings... and a tiny padlock. "I'm putting you in a CB-2000. It's a chastity belt." "Whatever on earth for!?" I cried. "So you won't be able to masturbate while I'm not around. It'll prevent you from getting erections or cumming, until I unlock it and take it off." The look of serious determination on Alexia's face scared me to the bone... I was so horrified, my erection fell. We both watched as my penis shrunk and shriveled with the ice cubes... down to nothing... till it felt like it was trying to crawl back up inside pelvis. In a sing-song voice, Alexia intoned, "There we go, that's much better." She laughed. "It looks like three little jelly beans. Goodness, if it get any smaller the CB won't fit." She picked up a clear plastic sheath and fit it over the head and shrunken shaft of my tiny nub of flesh. The sheath actually looked huge, like it was several sizes too big, adding to my sense of emasculation. Then she fit an adjustable ring around the base of my cock beneath my testicles. She pushed two pins through holes in the ring and the sheath, connecting them together. A tiny padlock kept the entire contraption snugly in place. She did it all very quickly, like she'd jailed hundred's of men's cocks in her time. I looked down at my imprisoned little organ, and wondered what on earth had I gotten myself into. "Now you can get dressed and go home," Alexia said with a wave of her hand. That quickly I was dismissed. "But... but..." "Get out of here," Alexia said rising and yawning. "I need to go to bed." "When are you going to take this off?" I asked nervously. My mind raced at what had just occurred. What if someone... what if Elise saw me like this?! "I don't know," Alexia said honestly. She was obviously quite amused by the look of absolute horror on my face. "Someday. When I know you can be trusted. Then I may allow you occasional relief. I guess I should have warned you, I am a big believer in orgasm denial. It's the absolute best way to train a house boy... or any submissive for that matter. Your pleasure will come infrequently. You'll have to earn it. But I assure you..." she said giving my painfully overloaded testicles a tap. "When you do cum, it will be unlike any sensation you have ever experienced. After I make you wait a few days... a week... a month... you'll absolutely lose your mind." "A month!?" I practically screamed. "Yes a month. Sooner or later I will work you up to that." Her eyes looked quite excited - the idea unquestionably turned her on. "But just imagine how it will feel... after I've tortured and teased you for thirty days. You will be going insane with desire. You will have the orgasm of your life. Afterwards you will thank me. And by that point, you will be completely broken. You'll do exactly as I say. You'll be my slave... and that's exactly the way I want you." Stunned, unable to speak, my mind racing, I lowered my head and asked meekly, "May I put my clothes on Mommy?" The woman nodded, and waved me away. Without a word, I got dressed, trembling, terrified by the way the CB- 2000 contraption looked in my underwear. There was a huge bulge in the pouch of my briefs. But when I pulled up my jeans, they were loose- fitting, and I was relieved to note that you could not tell that I was wearing a chastity cage underneath. Still wearing her robe half open, Alexia met me at the door to let me out. Her once unsightly, over-ripe body in the past did nothing to turn me on. Now, having been denied orgasm, she looked incredibly voluptuous. The sight of her strong thighs and her full breasts bursting from her black merry widow were driving me wild. As she gave me a quick hug at the door, I grimaced as my penis tried to rise its head, filled the sheath to capacity, and it smashed into the clear plastic cage. I stood there before her, while beneath my pants my restrained, half-erection throbbed in agony. Alexia read me like a book. "Don't worry darling. You'll get used to it. If you wear it long enough, it'll even condition your body to stop having those annoying little erections. But that may take some time." My heart pounded like I was being sentenced to ten years at the state penitentiary, as Alexia pecked me on the cheek. I did not even try to kiss her on the mouth like I usually did. My will was entirely broken. Numbed by my sudden captivity. "One last thing," the Mistress said before she closed the door on me. "The CB is not permanent. It's painful, but it will come off if you try hard enough. But don't you dare remove it! If you do... you won't be able to put it back on... not without the key." She shook a charm bracelet on her wrist that was filled with over a dozen tiny little keys. "If you are not wearing your belt the next time I see you," she said, "don't even come here. Because if you do... if I catch you not wearing it... the punishment I gave you earlier tonight will feel like a caress compared to the beating I will give you. And you know I'll do it." "Yes, I know!" I said almost tearfully. "I'll leave it alone. I promise." With a vicious smile, Alexia nodded her head and said, "Good. Call me tomorrow," and then shut the door. That night when I got home, I stripped off my clothes and examined the CB-2000. The ring and the sheath were cleverly designed to clamp down on my testicles to keep the contraption in place. Just touching it had me instantly aroused, and howling in frustration as my poor little chastised penis throbbed within the confines of the clear plastic tube. As I lay there in bed, moaning, practically in tears, the phone rang. The caller ID showed Alexia's number. I picked up. "You haven't taken it off, have you?" she demanded. A faint buzzing noise sounded in the background. "No, I haven't. It's still on," I groaned. "W-what's that noise?" Alexia chuckled. "Oh, tonight was so much fun. Beating James, and then seeing you give your first blow job... and then putting you into chastity... has got me so turned on, I'm laying here in bed masturbating with my vibrator. I want to have a nice, big cum before I go to bed, and I want you to hear it." As I listened, the buzzing seemed to become louder and her breathing came faster and faster as she approached orgasm. "Tell me what I had you say earlier. Say, I'm a sissy with a tiny little penis. Say it!" "I'm a sissy with a tiny little penis," I practically sobbed. My poor crotch throbbed in its plastic prison. "Say it again!" she cried, her voice rising as her orgasm approached. "I'm a sissy with a tiny little penis," I wept. She had me say it over and over until finally she exploded loudly in the throes of orgasm. Afterwards she sighed with intense satisfaction and her voice got all silky. "Oh my that was good." She chuckled. "I just wanted to share that with you before I went to bed. Good night my little sissy house boy." The next morning, I woke with my usual morning wood, only this time it was horribly painful. Still groggy, for a moment I thought it had all been a dream, and that I would be able to masturbate just as I did any other morning. Then I felt the plastic cage encasing my crotch and my heart fell. I must be a complete and utter moron! Frantic to end the constricting pain and give my body some relief, I twisted and turned the cage, and thought about trying to pry it off. Maybe if I used some lubricant. Some baby oil or cooking oil, I could slip it off. Just the thought of pouring slippery oil across my needy flesh excited me further - which only served to increase my excitement - and pain. The phone rang. It was Alexia again! What, to make me listen as she masturbated, while I tried to control myself?!? I snatched up the phone. "You didn't take it off, did you?" she demanded. "No! But I was thinking about it... I really want to! I have to Alexia!" "What did you call me?" the woman snapped. "You're forgetting your manners. Now get your sweet ass out of bed and into the shower and get ready for work. Just take a nice long, cold shower. Calm yourself down. Get yourself dressed, and get on with your day." "But Mommy, I really need to cum! I can't function like this! How can I think about work when you've got me all worked up!?" Alexia laughed merrily. So hard, she even snorted a bit. "You are priceless. The absolute best little sissy I've met in a long time. I am going to have so much fun with you." "I'm glad you're having fun with this... because I'm not!" She forced herself to stop laughing, and sound stern. "Calm down, calm down. You are a true, classic sissy. And sissies are all such chronic masturbators. Take away your tiny little pee pee, and you go through withdrawals." "But Mommy, this really isn't fair!" I said twisting and turning the cage around my bright pink, half-erection. She mimicked me mockingly. "This really isn't fair! You should hear yourself. You sound like a whiney little girl. Stop playing with yourself! And get to work. Tonight I want you at my house at seven o'clock. Sharp! I'm having a cocktail party at my place, and you're going to get to play cock-tail waitress, with a particular emphasis being placed on the tail. Wait till you see what you'll be wearing. A hot little merry widow with garter belts... and crotchless panties." OH MY! "How many people are going to be there?" I asked, so shocked and frightened by what she had in store for me, that I forgot about my sex drive. My penis wilted. "About twenty-five," Mistress Alexia said. "You'll be serving wine and champagne. Don't worry. You'll have help. Big Ike will be here." "Big Ike?" I said, heart fluttering. "You'll love Big Ike," Alexia chuckled. "He's got one of biggest cock I've ever seen... and I've seen a lot... a ten-incher. So don't you worry," she said mysteriously. "You're going to have the time of your life tonight." Her voice turned all comfy cozy. "And if you show up on my doorstep not wearing your CB-2000, I promise you I will beat your ass raw in front of all of my guests. So if you're smart, you'll leave it alone." "Yes Mommy," I said quietly. "All right. Now go get your sweet ass into the shower. And when you do... shave everything. You don't have much hair on your body, but I did see some under your arms the other day. That's yucky. Shave it off... and your pubes. I want you completely hairless. Even down there. Especially around your pussy hole. Get it nice and smooth for me... I don't like feeling the nubs on my pussies." With a parting chuckle, she hung up. Click. Of course I did as requested. Under the hot, steamy water I shaved what little hair I have on my legs and under my arms. I ran the razor the best I could around my chastity device... and even, very slowly and carefully, shore away the couple of stray hairs... around my anus... wondering when Alexia would try to take me there. Take me there. You wouldn't think the idea of being impaled by a big, old mommy type would be