Sins Of The Father Chapter Three
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My Breaking
My lust was complete! I ached. I had ached for weeks. My balls were
filled with cum and there was no release. I looked down to the cause of
my torment, a CB-2000 chastity device that had been locked to my penis
for the last 21 days. I held it, holding my imprisoned penis within its
confines. The continual ache and sense of pain had become part of my
daily life, yet here I was holding the actual source of my torment. My
loins had ached and continued to feel such longing that heat actually
emanated from them.
I realized my torment was worst than I had imagined compared to the
initial moment I allowed their imprisonment. She was coy, very
intelligent in her ability to get me to acquiesce to her desires. It
began with her constant playing and touching me, I felt elated that she
loved the feel of my balls and penis. Her hands became a constant
thrill and she knew that I was a puppet to her hands. Over the weeks
that followed, she enforced her hands power over me. She continually
groped and toyed with every inch of my body, she found herself
constantly fingering and probing my ass while gripping and tugging on my
erection. Her whispering into my ears about how much I loved this was
only to reinforce her control over me.
"You know you want this." Her words were sincere. She understood my
desire and had cultivated it for months. "Admit it; you really won't be
happy until your sexual needs are FULLY controlled."
I could only nod in agreement. She had milked every fantasy and desire
out of my mind, and she knew exactly how to bring it to reality. She
would command me onto all fours and tell me to arch my back and bind my
wrists to my ankles. Naked and vulnerable she would penetrate my anus
with a latex gloved finger as her other hand would massage and control
my penis with lubricant. She was brutally efficient. She knew exactly
what she was doing. Sometimes it would take hours, sometime it was
within minutes, I would be fully erect while her fingers massaged and
played with my prostrate. I couldn't understand why or how my body was
reacting the way it was, but for some reason, every time she played with
my ass, the harder and more erect I became. She would bring me within
inches of an orgasm and keep me there for hours. Her penetrating
fingers stroked and played with the most sensitive and vulnerable area
of my prostrate that I would involuntarily grow erect and after stroking
me for a period of time, she would cause a wave of semen to shoot out
against my will, all the while her expert hands would rob me of any
sense of orgasm while fully milking me of my fluids.
With each occurrence she would cause me to feel weak and inadequate.
Over time she understood that the worst she spoke to me, the further
into a state of obedience she brought me. "You are fucking pathetic
aren't you!" Her intense words would not only cause me to feel pathetic,
but cause me to become more and more submissive to her desires. "Get on
your back sissy!" Her voice was very firm.
I rolled onto my back, robbed of my orgasm, while she straddled my face
with her drenched crotch. She faced away from me, causing my tongue to
penetrate her wet pussy while pushing her tight and musky anus against
my nose. Immediately I found myself growing erect again, even after
being milked of my fluids. A fact she didn't miss.
"You need this don't you?" Her ass grinding my face, "You need to have
no say don't you?" My mumbled response while my tongue was deep in her
tight anus was surely inaudible. "You are my slave!" Her voice was
beyond dominance. "I fucking own you bitch!" The grip of her hand
pulling my face deeper into her ass was a final exclamation point to her
dominance.
"You are so pathetic aren't you?" She sounded happy. "You actually like
when I treat you like this?" She was mocking me now. "You like when I
straddle your face and force you to smell my ass? What kind of sick
fuck are you?" Her words only made me harder.
Her hand grabbed my enslaved penis and alternated between stroking and
slapping it. "You are such a sick fuck!" Her slap was forceful. She
arched hard to push her puckered ass deeper into my face, "Now lick my
ass sissy!" Her body was forceful, she arched and pushed against my
face like she had no care for my well being.
She grew more and more dominant over time, as her power over me seemed
to escalate with every milking. I found myself unable to say no to her,
especially when she looked at me with a devilish eye and commanded me,
"Get into your milking position sissy, or you'll go a month without
release!" How could I resist? My entire sense of sexual release had
become responsive to her very skilled hands being the sole source of my
pleasure.
Her next stage with me was forcing me to dress like a sissy. She always
did the laundry and over time I found that my underwear began to
dwindle. Over weeks I found my underwear drawer nearly empty of my
shorts, and slowly being filled with panties. At first I was confused
by the new clothing in my drawer, but as I began to examine them more
closely, I noticed they were size large. My girl friend wore small.
When I asked about my missing clothes I was greeted by a harsh slap,
"What in the fuck do you expect of me? Are you complaining that I do
the laundry you fucking whore?" I could only bow my head in submission.
"Then you will wear what's in there do you understand?" My lapse of
confusion was promptly dispatched by her slap. "You WILL wear those
panties, do you hear me!"
I could only nod, and my day to day activity now included wearing very
feminine panties that would further emasculate my sense of identity. It
didn't stop there. My commands were very specific, and with purpose, I
would soon be forced to wear high heels, thigh high stockings, and a
garter belt. The next article was a corset. I could barely breathe
when she pulled the strings and cinched my corset into place, but she
reassured me it was for the best and that it would help me attain the
shape she wanted me to have.
It wasn't long before she evoked my deepest desires to have my penis
completely locked into chastity, my desire to lose all control of my
ability to cum and my ability to have any control over my own sexual
desire. She caused me to re-train my mind to think sexual pleasure was
when she allowed me to be penetrated and massaged my prostrate. My
orgasms had become the result of my being on my hands and knees and
allowing my ass to be penetrated all the while my penis being imprisoned
into a chastity device. I had lost all sense of being a man.
"I said lick me whore!" She was vicious. "How fucking dare you disobey
me!" My mind was reeling, I had tried my best to probe and taste her
crotch as she had commanded. "You obviously have grown lazy and don't
realize that my pussy is your ONLY duty!" I grew worried as I realized
this was going somewhere I wasn't ready for.
My next memory was explicit. She dragged me into the "room", the
special room where my discipline was usually conducted, a place where my
spankings, or croppings or whippings would reinforce my subservience to
my queen. We called this room my "re-adjustment" room. My whole
attitude had been reshaped more than I can count in this room.
My hands and ankles where cuffed into leather cuffs straddled over a
leather horse. I found myself puckered up, naked, on a vault horse with
my wrists and ankles bound into thick leather cuffs with my ass and
privates propped into a very vulnerable and exposed position. I tried
to cry out, but to my horror, my cries were muffled by a penis shaped
gag strapped firmly into my mouth. My eyes grew wide at the realization
of my situation and I tried mumbling and crying out to get attention. I
tossed and turned violently attempting to get anyone to notice and with
each movement I found a sharp and violent pain emanating from my ass as
I realized the anal plug that was sunk deeply into my anus was attached
to something other than me. I soon realized to my utter terror, that
the anal plug was moving. It wasn't an anal plug at all, but a large
dildo, and it was attached to a fucking machine designed to continually
penetrate me until the operator allowed me a reprieve.
My blindfold was tied in place and then my penis gag was removed only to
be replaced by the warm and wet folds of my Mistress' wet pussy. She
was forcefully face-fucking me and I wasn't going anywhere. My ass felt
the continual penetration with her "fucking" machine while her wet and
excited hole grinded mercilessly into my face. I tasted and probed with
all abandon to please my queen. I was lost, and violated. It was more
than I could handle. I was forced totally to think of what I was
enduring.
"Eat me you fucking sissy!" She was on fire. "You better reach the
deepest part of my ass with that sissy tongue of yours or I'm gonna rape
you for days do you hear me bitch!"
The next hour I found my slight reprieve as a pussy licker was short
lived as my Mistress donned a very intimidating strap on cock and
positioned herself at my exposed and vulnerable ass. "You know what's
next don't you?" Her voice was very direct.
I struggled and attempted to get away but there was no release. I felt
the tip of her massive strap on erection at the tight entrance to my
anus and pulled as hard as I could to get away. It was futile, and she
knew it. My whimpers and groans only seems to cause her further
excitement as she slowly and deliberately pushed her cock forward. I
had nowhere to go as she gripped my hair as harshly as possible and
pulled my head back violently. The tip of her huge cock poised at my
puckered anus.
"You understand that this is your life. From now on your whole life is
to be my bitch! You will never be anything else, from now on you can
expect this!"
Her thrusting drove deep causing me to cry out. Her violent and brutal
raping of my ass caused me to cry out continually which only seemed to
increase her need to further rape me. My cries seemed to fuel her need
to thrust harder and harder without concern for me feelings. "Take it
you fucking whore!" Her voice was sporadic as her thrusting caused her
to gasp for air. Her hands gripped violently at my hips and clawed
deeply into them to reinforce her penetrating thrusts. My eyes rolled
to the back of my head as I realized there was no escape. Her use of me
was beyond my control, I was her bitch and I would be so until she
released me. When she had finished with me, I was a mess. I was
dripping in my own sweat and felt violated in my most sensitive parts as
my violator had pumped and brutally had her way with me. I wasn't until
she cried out in ecstacy as she erupted in orgasm while raping me that
she collapsed in pleasure with one hand still fully gripping my hair. I
lay arched, with my ass still penetrated while her firm grip of my hair
forcing my head back in a submissive position. I wouldn't dare moving
as every movement caused motion with the huge dildo she was wearing.
Only after she was ready did she withdrawal, slipping her massive
appendage from my violated anus without too much thought.
My continual raping was part of my life. Yet my days in chastity had
come to a painful halt as I woke one morning crying in the fetal
position. My inability to become erect had caused my lack of sleep to
reach a pinnacle. I was broken. I couldn't think. I was a wreck
without a sense of identity and had no ability to change my situation.
I was finally hers. My long hours of felatio and constantly tasting her
crotch and anus were not only normal but had reached the stage of
expected. My pleasure was no longer an issue and my tears reflected
that. I whimpered and cried as my Mistress took notice.
"What's wrong my sissy?" She almost sounded sincere.
"Mistress," I spoke through my tears, "I feel like I've lost my identity
and can't find pleasure on my own."
"You don't have an identity sissy! You're my fucking whore and that is
all you need to remember!" My Mistress was fully aware of how forceful
she was. I could only agree, she did own me and there was nothing I
could do about it.
Over the next month, my world went through even further changes. She
made me shave and use hair removal cream on my whole body. I was
expected to be hairless daily from the face down. I was to grow my hair
long on my head, but from the face down I was to be constantly shaved.
If I had residual stubble on any part of my body I'd be thoroughly
punished. In addition I was instructed to moisturize my skin
excessively to make it soft and supple.
My body became more and more feminine as I obeyed her wishes. Over time
I found that even I found hair repulsive and loved the soft and sensuous
feeling of feminine skin. I was warped. And she loved it!
Progression didn't take long, within weeks I found myself fully dressed
like a slut, fully made up with my hands bound behind my back suspended
high towards the pulley attached to the ceiling. My feet, locked into
4" high heels, were bound to a spreader bar keeping them fully apart.
My collar was tied to the spreader bar, effectively keeping me bent over
and fully exposed to my Mistresses wishes. I found her fingers
sensitively rubbing lubricant into my tight anus as an act of kindness.
I realized immediately that my vulnerability was key. My world of being
spread open was about to come to a full hilt, I felt my Mistress' erect
strap-on penis at the tight opening of my tight anus. Then, again, I
was violated, brutally and harshly by a huge cock. I felt the hands of
a very intense Mistress grope and pull me onto the huge and large penis
she wore and the more I cried out the more excited she became. "I'm
getting SO fucking HOT fucking you sissy!" her words cried out like a
bitch in heat. "Take my cock you whore! Take it!" Her mind was
focused and she knew I was in no position to dispute her complete
ownership of me.
I lost consciousness being so violated and fucked. My eyes rolled to the
back of my head as I relinquished my control of my body and realized
that as violent and brutal my raping was, I would never be able to say
or control my experience. I was her whore and that was that!
My consciousness returned as my queen stood over my body. "Sissy? Are
you awake?" She straddled my bound body. I could only look up at her
perfect body standing above me. I realized my mouth was held open by an
"O" ring strapped to my face. I determined I was bound spread eagle
with my penis fully free of its chastity device. I nodded to let her
know I was awake.
Her joy seemed to be apparent as she straddled my face and immediately
commanded me to tongue her. I probed her wet cunt with my tongue
through my "O" ring and feverishly tasted her without resolve. I wanted
nothing but to please her and my free penis found an immediate release
to such freedom by becoming fully erect. It stood at full mast, as hard
as I could remember after being confined for 3 weeks. It ached for
touch, ANY touch. I felt her touch. It was too much to imagine. My
tongue was impaled deeply into her wetness as her hand softly,
teasingly, touched my raging erection. She knew I was deeply focused on
her touch, and she didn't waste any effect on it, she gripped the base
of my cock and held it firmly to let me know my entire sexual pleasure
was totally in her hands.
I whimpered. She softened her touch. I whimpered further. She slapped
my penis and cupped my balls. "You want to cum don't you?" She was
teasing me.
I nodded violently. My tongue probing her wetness licked in the
affirmative. I wanted her to know just how desperate I was to feel the
sensation of a climax. I was beyond desperation; it had been far too
long.
I felt her body straddle my face more forcefully. "My ass sissy," she
bent her knees to aim her ass forcefully to my mouth, "tongue my ass
sissy!" I felt my tongue slide deeply into her tight anus as she began
to fuck my tongue with her ass.
My penis began to leak at her occasional slaps. It was finding pleasure
at her abuse. It was erect and beginning to pre-cum at the occasional
slaps it was receiving by her selfish hand.
"What is that?" She was angry. "Is that pre-cum? You fucking slut, who
gave you permission to pre-cum?" Her slap to my face reiterated her
concern. "Did I give you permission to leak out of that little cock of
yours? I don't think so!"
I was hoping she was just playing, as my ability to stop pre-cumming was
totally beyond my ability. At least I thought it was. But here she was
punishing me and I was feverishly working to stop my penis from
"thinking".
Her fingers gathered the drops of pre-cum from the tip of my erection
and forced it into my mouth. "Drink it sissy!" She wasn't open for
negotiation. "Drink it all you faggot!"
I swallowed as she then feverishly face fucked me until she began
convulsing and thrashing on my face and pulsing and spraying her entire
load of cum all over my face. She ejaculated a load of her liquids and
I was drenched and had swallowed as much of her cum as I could. It was
very humiliating. Yet.... I loved it. I came! My load of cum spurted
all over her body, it splashed her tits and stomach with blasts of cum
as my penis involuntarily spasmed and shot its load..
My face felt the immediate wrath of her feelings. Slap after slap woke
me to my situation as I realized I displeased my Mistress. "You fucking
DARE shoot your sissy juice on my body?" My hair was violently pulled
causing my face to become extremely vulnerable. "Lick my body you
fucking whore!"
My tongue was forcefully pulled across the various sperm marks on her
body. I was diligently forced to suck and taste every inch of sperm
that had touched her body and forced to swallow whether I wanted to or
not. "Eat it bitch!" My tongue and mouth full of my own sperm,
struggling to swallow the entire load.
Our life followed this pattern for the next few months. My submission
had become common place and my abuse had become a way of life. My
Mistress had originally locked my penis into a chastity belt and had
told me the longest I'd be in it was a day or two. That was until she
realized how much my behavior changed. At first I was constantly
whining, then I became more and more docile, consumed and constantly
tending to her every desire. This was the trigger, she realized that
with my cock locked up she truly controlled my every thought. And what
was the worst realization, was that she was truly wicked and loved the
sense of power my chastity gave her. She began to read and study
websites dedicated to the keeping of a chaste slave. Her initial
feelings of keeping her submissive chaste every so often quickly evolved
into a much more stringent schedule. Her first true test of her theory
came after another three weeks when she had promised to let her sissy
loose of his chastity belt. But after reading numerous websites
dedicated to the subject, she felt a more controlled release was
warranted.
At some point she made a concerted effort to prevent another aspect of
my masculinity. As she took hold of his erection, and forcefully kept it
aimed down remembering the various stories she had read about not
letting a sissy aim his penis upward, how it was a masculine act and it
was important to keep a sissy from feeling masculine. She stroked her
sissies cock downward, keeping it fully erect and contemplated whether
or not she could truly take him down the road to becoming a true sissy
cuckoldry.
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