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Silly Rabbit pt 2
by Vonya Lee
I am so psyched to be moving in with Sara, I think I've won her back! Her
condo is worlds nicer than my apartment. We won't have to keep our
relationship secret anymore either. She hasn't said that yet but I mean
we're going to be living together, why would we keep it a secret anymore?
I never argued when she said she wanted to hire movers. Giving me a
suitcase, she told me to fill it with all the clothes I'll need for a
couple weeks, everything else would go to storage. The easiest move of my
life.
Believing implicitly in Sara's judgement has been the best thing I've
ever done. I feel so free! My life was such a mess and she's
straightening the whole thing out. No more worrying about rent, about my
credit cards, my car loan. I'm so psyched not having to care about what's
coming in the mail from now on. She's so much better organized than I am.
She must be right about Richard and Cheryl's bad parenting. In a couple
of months of trusting her implicitly, my life has gotten so much less
cluttered.
The hardest thing is not being able to touch her when we play. I'm always
bound. The frustration makes my ball sack feel like it's going to
explode. It sure builds my ultimate release being teased like that. The
cock ring is pretty helpful, the least I can do is hold out for her. Sara
says my parents always gave into my wants. I learned early on that my
needs and desires were paramount. Untrue. I've been trained by Richard
and Cheryl to be selfish. She says I need to learn to put someone else
first. I need to learn the frustration of not getting what I want.
"Humility has always been a virtue. Don't be so selfish," she says.
I worry my size doesn't satisfy her. She never says anything but I can
tell. I catch glimmers of disappointment. I see little signs and big.
Sometimes when she's riding me, I can see and feel her try and force more
of me into her. I see the disappointment in her closed eyes. I worry if I
can keep her happy. I look so small bald. I wish she'd stop the waxing
and let me grow my hair back. Pubes make a huge difference. Being waxed
makes my size so much more obvious. I guess I was in denial about just
how small my cock is. Sex is so very important to Sara. What if I can't
satisfy her? Will she leave me?? I'll do anything. If I can't satisfy her
because of my little dick, I'll make it up by pleasing her every whim.
We watch a lot of porn. Crazy because neither of us were ever into porn
before, but Sara loves it now. We watch tons of it each night and my god,
those guys are huge! Sara's favorite are blow job videos. Lots and lots
of head. One blow job after another. The porn's another reason I doubt
I'm big enough for her. All those blow jobs we watch on high def video.
The super slow mo, the frame by frame, the reverse action, zoom, she
loves playing with the remote, and still she never blows me. It has to
be because of my size. I can't even satisfy her desire to suck dick! I
mean if she really wants to do that and she won't do it with me, does
that mean she's going to look for it somewhere else?
I got some bad news. The secret continues. Sara feels, and I agree, that
our relationship has entered a critical stage and it would be best if we
didn't have the added pressure of outside expectations weighing upon us.
I'll have to keep using the back stairs.
'I've got him under my roof now. He's fucked and he has no idea. He has
no confidence when we fuck. I make him feel like shit. I think he's
definitely happier tied up now. He doesn't have to try and perform when
he's tied down. The hormones are starting to make him even smaller. I
love watching him try and gets hard. I give him Viagra when I need him. I
never imagined how much fun it would be to fuck with a man chemically.
Make him have mood swings like women do. I want to put him through the
physical and emotional ringer.
I love making him watch the porn movies with me. I want him seeing all
those big cocks up close. I think it does wonders to help reinforce his
deficiencies. I'm going to start mixing in some shemale stuff pretty
soon. I want him to start getting comfortable with the idea of men
blowing men, men fucking men. I can almost see the day I get him to suck
his first dick. I really doubted if I would be able to turn a straight
man gay, but I think I'm going to do it with Chris. He's working out so
nicely. Wait 'till I get him walking in heels!
He's so funny! He truly believes he's going to earn his way in the front
door. No chance. He's going to be lower caste for the rest of his life.
You know what would be fun? Making him use a pet door! I'd love to see
him crawling in on all fours.'
Climbing those same backstairs, I enter into the kitchen and have my eyes
pulled directly to the Fed Ex package on the kitchen table. My heart
stops. It's the package Sara ordered online. She's been teasing me about
it for days. "You just wait and see, you just wait and see what's coming.
You'll see," and she'd laugh and laugh. Here it is. Packages have been
arriving ever since.
Sara is a chef and part owner in a restaurant as well as a partner in a
salon. She keeps pretty busy. Until I'm able to pitch in financially, I
need to pitch in around the house. I do the cleaning, the laundry, the
dishes. Sara has created a cleaning schedule. I scrub both bathrooms
every other day, the kitchen every day. I make the bed, vacuum and
'swiffer' every day. I run to the post office, I pick up the dry
cleaning, I do the shopping using only her lists. Sara prepares all our
food and thank god for that, she's a wonderful chef.
The night the second packages arrived Sara tied me to the bed with new
leather restraints. They feel better than the scarves did. I was wiped
after a long nights tease and release. Sara came back with a small basin
with ice and water and wash cloth. She cleaned me with the ice water. A
shock but a pleasant one. I shrunk up to nothing.
"Bye-bye little guy. It's so funny how small it gets! I mean it shrinks
up almost back inside you! How does that feel?" looking up at me.
"Alright," I mumble into my inflated gag.
"Hmm? What's that honey? I can't hear you. Didn't Cheryl ever teach you
you're not to talk with your mouth full?" grabbing the bulb from my gag
and giving it two quick squeezes. My mouth tightens.
"Do you remember telling me you jerk off two or three times a day? Well I
was thinking, maybe if all that energy wasn't wasted into a toilet bowl,
but was focused instead on something useful, I could get some
satisfaction too. Two or three times a day just seems so selfish to me.
Your cock belongs to me anyway, doesn't it? So here I am getting
virtually nothing but frustration and here's you, wacking off like a
teenager. That's not right. You belong to me. Our little friend here,"
weighing my balls in the palm of her hand, "belongs to me. I started
thinking that maybe little Mr. Dickens here would be more useful to me if
you weren't beating him down two and three times a day."
She starts sliding a ring over my balls and my barely present cock. She's
fiddling with something I can't see. She's pushing something into place
and my cock responds, surging forward, hitting a wall. I feel panic and I
hear a snap.
"Oo! Look at that! I love it! Oh my! I need a picture, where's my
cellphone?" She grabs her phone from the bureau and starts snapping away
at my crotch. "Oh honey this is the best night of my life! Thank you so
much for making this all possible! I love you!" My heart soars, hearing
her declare her love so vociferously.
"I can't believe how hot that looks! I AM already in love with this!" Her
excitement was my excitement but my cock was locked up and couldn't
respond. I new immediately what she had done. Oh my.
"Now honey before you see the new you, here are the rules. No more
masturbating. You need to be broken of that bad habit. Imagine you
jerking off two or three times a day while I'm getting nowhere! No that
isn't right. Since I don't believe you can control your urges, you need
help. From now on you'll earn your release once a week if you follow the
rules. Do you understand?" I nod an accepting yes.
"Good. Here are the first rules. You keep doing all the housework and
errands just like you've been doing, and doing so well too! And you do an
hour on the elliptical twice a day. No mistakes during the week and you
get relief on the weekend. Understand?"
Defeated, I nod yes. My crotch hurts.
I feel like I'm tripping with this thing on. It's a clear CB-3000 I've
learned. I never realized that I must have been walking around stiff most
of the time. Now I'm painfully aware of my every inclination. I feel
neutered. Well not exactly neutered. I'm so much hornier now than I've
ever been. I would've thought not being able to get an erection would've
killed my sex drive. In fact it's the opposite. I never realized until
its been taking away from me, but even getting an erection is a form of
release. It's really the first stage, and a good stage in itself. Just
think of all the times you see a pretty girl and feel aroused. The first
thing that happens is you start to get a hard on. Getting hard releases
some of your sexual tension. Imagine not even being able to do that,
worse, being able to do that but not be allowed to, that's worse. You get
the arousal but not even that simplest of release. The feeling doesn't go
away like you might think, no it just keeps building inside me. I am so
horny. I never should have opened my mouth about masturbating. She's
right saying it was abnormal of me to have been beating off that much.
She needed to help stop me from myself. I do hope the rest makes me
bigger.
I'm having a real hard time getting used to sitting down to pee. I have
to now. I make a mess if I try to go standing. I can't even pee like a
man anymore.
I really didn't want to go to the bachelor party. The last place I felt
like being was a strip club. I was in pure agony all night. I couldn't
avoid a lap dance at one point. "Honey what you got down there?" the
dancer asked, feeling the rock hard chastity. My friends burst out
laughing, thinking she meant I was packing a big cock. I put my finger to
my lips and went "shhh ..." No one but she and I were any the wiser ...
and Sara. I was wired with a tiny camera and a tiny sound transmitter.
Sara was able to listen in from outside and text message me directions. I
hated doing it but I had no choice. I had to try and get my friends to
say and do incriminating things on camera. I hate to say it, but it was
pretty easy. Seeing my friends all drunk and stupid, all lying and
cheating without a thought made me sick. Sara is right, these guys are a
mess.
The next night Sara and I talked about the bachelor party. She asked me
"Are you ready to say I'm right?"
"Of course you were right. They're pigs. Disgusting pigs."
"You realize that now but what about a month from now? Three months from
now? I need proof of the way you feel tonight. Just in case you're
hindsight makes you blind. I mean ,if that is the way you really feel? Is
it?"
"Yes! Absolutely."
"Good then I want you to sign this little paper that says just that. Just
in case you have a change of heart, I want proof of how you feel tonight.
Here, just sign down here." handing me the pen. I took the pen, looked at
all the pretty writing and signed the space above my name.
Sara is fascinated by my chastity. I'm humiliated by it. The story about
my lap dance was her favorite one from that night. She loved my belief
that the stripper could feel it. She 's constantly touching it and
playing with it. She likes looking at it so much she now forbids me from
wearing pants or underwear when we're alone in the house. She's made it a
rule of the house that upon entering, I must head directly to the bedroom
and get naked below the waist. Sara is very strict with the house rules.
I'm still getting used to looking at hairless legs and now its hairless
legs and a little acrylic cage. I really am small.
Sara can seem so mean. Every addition of a house rule is accompanied by a
long and hard over the knee spanking. Sara believes the spankings are
still the best way for me to accept and grasp the necessity of the new
rule. I cry like a sobbing child during my spankings. I try and hold back
my tears, I feel like such a pussy crying. It's bad enough I have to be
spanked but I always feel like such a whipped little boy afterwards. Sara
on the other hand does all she can do to encourage my crying. She'll
taunt me the whole time through. Viciously humiliating me, mocking and
mimicking me, making me beg all the more for more beatings.
One of the new pieces of bedroom furniture is a bench with stockade ends.
I lie prone on the bench with my head and hands locked in a stockade. My
ankles are locked in their own stockade forcing me onto my knees. I was
completely helpless when placed in the stockade. I knew I was in for a
bad night when she pointed at it. That was all she needed do for me to go
and take up my position. God I'm such a pussy. She's so right. She's
whipped me one time until I apparently passed out. She's never gone that
far ever since. See she really is good to me. The cat o nine tails was
the worst for me. I couldn't sit for days after a whipping. Once she beat
me with a real wood switch.
This isn't a stockades time though this is a spanking time. Humiliation
time. Constantly asking 'Who do you belong to' over and over. Making me
pledge myself over and over. Calling me a faggot, a pussy and her new
favorite, 'her sissy'. New rules are slapped into me. A new one she
dreamed up after we watched 'The Princess Bride' . Wesley always answered
Buttercup with "As you wish." Sara liked the idea of that. So now I can't
just say yes as an acknowledgment anymore. I must say 'As you think
best.' She then makes me practice asking me question after question. When
I can't take any more, the crying starts. Simpering turns to crying then
its sobbing. Deep, deep, endless, breathless sobbing. I loose all
control. She just loved spankings. She's right to beat me.
Whap! Across my face, "Look at this pan! Look at it and tell me what's
wrong?"
I pick up the pan, my face stinging, and see that I missed a cream stain
down the side. "This?"
"This? Yes 'this'. This looks like crap. Now redo this pan and start
paying attention. Stupid bitch."
"I'm sorry. I'll do better."
"Ok good. Just try harder, for me okay?"
"Okay."
Fuck. After a mistake like that I know I won't be let out over the
weekend. I'll have to go another week before I earn any relief. You've no
idea how much it sucks when you know you messed up. You're heart sinks
knowing you just let sweet release slip through your fingers because you
and you alone fucked up. Two things Sara is trying to get me to realize.
First, I alone am responsible for my actions and must learn to accept
the consequences. Second, reward is earned, not given.
Sara teases me endlessly. She kisses and rubs against me constantly. She
loves just taking hold of me when we speak. I have no protection, I'm
constantly exposed. TV night means I have to wear my new collar. If I'm
not making my self useful, Sara will put my hands in these leather
mittens, and then clip them to the side of my collar. I'm helpless. I
have a very big incentive to make myself as useful as possible. I rub her
feet, massage her calves, paint her nails, lick her ass if I'm lucky
enough. I just hate having my hands tied up like that.
I'm so horny all the time, but I can't even get hard. Sara has me lick
her pussy and ass for hours. I moan in frustration which she just thinks
is the sweetest music. She's even breaking out vibrators to use in front
of me. One of her favorite things is for me to lick her clit while
fucking her with the vibrator, all the while the porn plays on in the
background. All I want to do is please her. All I want to do is make and
keep her happy. She'll fuck herself with a dildo sitting on my chest. Oh
the pain and the frustration you can't imagine. I can smell it, I can
taste it, but I can't get hard. That lucky dildo.
She has a face mask for me that holds a dildo as well as other
attachments. Sara has two I know of. The dildo and the toilet brush. More
about that later. You have no idea how miserable it is having to fuck
your girlfriends hot pussy with a dildo strapped to your face. I could
smell it all. But I couldn't touch. My hands were in mittens. Worse was I
could really hear it. I could hear the hot sexy suction sounds of cock
and pussy. I started crying quietly as I continued my up and down head
movements. What a fucking loser I am. Look at me. What the fuck am I
doing? What I'm doing is continuing. I stop crying before Sara reaches an
orgasm and realizes I had been. She holds me by the back of the head hard
against her pussy. I know she's done. I love feeling the quiver she has
when she's reached a real orgasm. I just love it. If I can't make her
happy with my tiny dick ... by any means necessary.
I had been as polite and pleasant as possible following the pot incident.
I was on my eleventh day without release and in dire anticipation of the
release I could expect over the weekend when I messed up big. We were
watching tv when a Mother's Day commercial came on. I stupidly said "I
need to get my mother something."
"I'm sorry I'm not sure I heard that correctly. Can you repeat what you
said please."
I fucked up. I made her angry. "I should get Cheryl something?"
"No, that's not what you said, try again."
"I should get my mother something?"
Whap! Whap! Whap! She slaps me hard three times with her right hand, back
and forth and back again. I'm stinging and stunned. She's gotten very
loose and free with her hands lately.
"What you said was 'I NEED to get my mother something.' That's what you
said isn't it?"
"Yes."
"You need to buy mommy something? Why would you want to buy that bitch
something, especially for Mother's Day. I mean did she do a good job
mothering you? ...Answer me!"
"No."
"No she didn't. And were you going to borrow money from me to 'buy your
mommy' something?"
"I'm sorry."
Whap! "You're sorry alright and no you don't NEED to buy that skank
anything, do you understand?"
My face stinging, my eyes welling with tears, "Yes."
"Well then what is she?"
"She's a skank."
"Who's a skank?"
"Cheryl ...Cheryl's a skank."
"That's right, Cheryl's a skank. And what happens when you bring her
skank name up in my house?"
"I get a spanking?" gulping.
"That's right a spanking. Now go to the closet and get my kitty." kitty
is her name for the cat o nine tails.
'Watching him shrink before me is absolutely wonderful. He's losing his
will to challenge me. He's going to get whipped every time he mentions
his mother. I'm going to make him cringe when her name is mentioned.
Making him get the whip for his own beatings is awesome. I so enjoy
whipping his ass and making him cry. What a pussy! He's too afraid to do
anything but take it. I just need to check the cameras. I would've
thought he'd be kicking and screaming about being made to wear a chastity
but he's just accepting it. Deep down he really is a fag.'
She tied me face down on the bed, a stack of pillows under me to raise my
ass, and began my whipping. She whipped more than my ass this time. She
whipped the back of my legs and across my back. The pain was intolerable.
She made me call my parents every nasty thing I could think of. She
wanted it filthier and filthier. I had to describe revolting sex scenes
involving both of them.
"I've always wanted to fuck you." I turn my head to see Sara wearing a
strap on
"Oh honey please no."
"That's right baby, I'm going to fuck you hard."
She squirts some K-Y into her hand and rubs it all over the dildo, then
smears her wet fingers down my crack. She takes hold of my hips and
starts nudging the head against my exposed rosebud.
"Please honey, please don't do that, please I'll do anything you say,
please."
"Anything I say huh? Well okay, I say I want to fuck you!" and with that
she starts pushing against my hole. "Relax honey, you'll get used to it!
No go on keep talking about Richard and Cheryl."
Sadly I did just that. As Sara slowly presses, forcing the dildo's tip
through my hole, I made up terrible sex scenarios involving Richard and
Cheryl She worked it all around, pushing gently against my resistance.
She gave a push and I felt the shaft slide past my hole. She was inside
me. Deeper and deeper she slowly pushes up my burning ass. My grunts of
resistance are turning to shrieks of pain. She stops the slow push when
she's buried the full length inside me. I can feel her pubes pressed
against my ass, her hands holding me by the hips. I can do nothing.
Nothing but shudder what feels like my entire being around this anal
intruder.
Oh my god I feel impaled. Slowly, very slowly, the burning starts to
subside a bit. That is until Sara starts to move. She pulls back a bit
then forth, back a bit and then forth slowly. I was in shock. I was
frozen onto this shaft. Fully at its mercy. The pain was almost as bad as
my embarrassment. The pain, at least I think it was the pain, brought me
to tears. I begged her to stop and eventually she did, for a minute. She
withdrew from me, pulling out nice and slowly, allowing me to feel just
how far she had penetrated me before pulling out with a 'pop'. She then
went to the closet, and returned with a ball gag. Just like that I was
gagged and she was back to pushing her cock up my ass. This time with a
lot less tenderness. Now she was fucking me, pulling back and in, back
and forth, harder and harder. I felt like I was being raped. I had no
control. I was going to just have to relax and endure. All the while she
pounded away my manhood with her hard rubber cock. My greatest shame was
in cumming, if you could call it that, without even getting hard from an
ass fucking administered by my girlfriend. I came like a running
fountain.
My mistake in calling Cheryl my mother cost me another week in chastity
in addition to the whipping. "If you need to cum just let me know and I
can give you a good ass fucking again. That seemed to do the trick for
you didn't it? ... Well didn't it?"
"Yes."
"So what are you going to do if you need to cum?"
"Ask you."
"Ask me what?"
"Ask you to fuck me."
"Good boy."
I've had my chastity on for about six weeks now. The longest I had gone
between releases before had been twelve long and frustrating days after
the pan fiasco. This time was going to be three weeks. Three weeks! My
heart sinks.
I'm not sure why but I seem to be getting more emotional all the time.
I'm crying at the drop of a hat. Something sad on tv, I cry. Sara's mad
at me, I cry. The dry cleaner loses a shirt and I cry. Its embarrassing.
I get all upset over nothing. I just feel really different. I can't quite
explain it. I just feel different. Moody, I feel real moody.
I do the elliptical twice a day. The controls log and keep my time and
results. I love it. I put my iPod on and just run. I'm not sure how much
weight I've lost but I've never been thinner. Working out helps calm me
when I'm feeling very emotional.
All week Sara's been sliding a finger inside me when we play. Makes me so
horny. She wants me to ask her to fuck me and I don't want to give in but
it's so hard sometimes.
She got me. She was licking my balls and finger fucking me with two
fingers and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" I shout to my own dismay.
"Maybe if you ask me politely I might fuck you."
"Honey would you please fuck me?"
"Pretty please."
"Pretty please. Honey will you pretty please fuck me?"
"Why?"
"Because I need it baby. I need to cum."
"Oh do you cum from getting fucked? Is that why you're asking me?
"Yes honey I do. I cum from getting fucked. Would you please fuck me?"
"Isn't that kind of gay? Getting off from getting your ass fucked?"
"Please don't..."
"Please don't what honey? I just want you to answer my question. What I
want to know is if you think what you're asking me to do is kind of gay?
You know you asking me to fuck your ass? That is what you're asking me to
do right? Fuck you up the ass?"
"Yes."
"Then say it."
"Please fuck me."
"Fuck you? You're a guy! What can I possibly fuck?"
"Up the ass. Will you please fuck me up the ass?"
"Then answer my question. Do you think its gay that you want me, your
girlfriend, to fuck you up the ass?"
"It's kind of gay that I want you to fuck my ass."
"Good boy. That wasn't too difficult was it? But no sorry princess, I
don't want to fuck you. Not now anyway." she pulled her fingers out
quick, got off the bed and went towards the bathroom, leaving me lying
there watching guys with massive cocks getting sucked on the big screen.
From the bathroom she calls out, "You didn't try to piss like a big boy
in here did you? This seat feels wet. I better not catch you doing
something like that. You'll be licking this toilet clean."
To be continued.
Cayleigh
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