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I kneeled cowering on my small pink futon in the corner of my mistress's
room as she readily serviced her own mistress's boyfriend with an
enthusiasm normally reserved for World Cup soccer matches and moon
landings. I looked on in silence as my mistress's long black curls
tousled this way and that while her small mouth traced its way over and
around the man's large organ. The massive cock and balls glimmered with
saliva. The man always held onto a handful of her hair and occasionally
used this leverage to yank her head back and fuck her eager face with
purpose.
My focus was fully on the rigid two inches of my mistress's penis and her
ballsack with all the circumference of a bottlecap. Her package wagged
and shuddered almost untraceably to the subconscious thrusting of her
hips. Like the rest of her body it was smooth and hairless, without
wrinkle or blemish. Her penis and testicles were soft, supple, and
irrationally feminine. They were male organs taken to an extreme and
opposite end. They were as they were to reinforce a point: My mistress
had once been a man. She had been a man in the sense of being both
physically and mentally intimidating. She had been dominant. If his wife
hadn't stepped in to end this control, his megalomaniacal tendencies
would have been left unchecked.
The wife had had enough. She had had enough of her husband's massive ego,
of his violent outbursts and actions upon her person, of his flippant
adultery, of everything that he stood for that was wrong and unsettling
to her, the rest of his family and to people who at least referred to him
as a "friend." The farce would have to come to an end, and come to an end
it did.
In 2006, my mistress was still a man in power and faced re-election to
the office of mayor of a fairly massive town. To her great surprise, my
mistress's wife decided to run against her on a platform that promised to
eliminate corruption in the mayoral office as well as the allegations of
sexism, racism and corporatism. Charges that were undeniable even without
the ample audio tape-based evidence her wife provided to the media and
public. She was voted out, disgraced, and destitute within six months of
losing the election. This is when her wife, the new mayor, came to her
with a proposition.
My mistress was down and out. She had literally no prospects and the
elements of a criminal empire out to wipe her out for good. A fair number
of dealings with the local mob had been the status quo for my mistress
when she had been mayor. Now that she was no longer mayor these parties
had been denied their municipal influence and they were not happy about
it. My mistress had a price on her head. This is where her wife stepped
in.
Concealment and protection was offered to my mistress by her wife on the
condition that she rendered her physical body the property of her wife
for an unspecified period of time. Fearing for her life and acting out of
desperation my mistress signed the contract without hesitation. Only
later did she learn that the unspecified period of time was the amount of
time it would take for the mob to forgive and forget her transgressions
and never bother her again.
To bypass an unnecessary amount of exposition I will quickly relate to
you what happened following the signing of this contract. It led to my
mistress's wife, following the signing of the contract, drugged and
operated on her husband for two years until he was four foot five, eighty
pound sexual slave with the looks of Mandy Moore.
I, a 40 year old former college football linebacker was reduced to the
extreme subservience of a person who is extremely subservient to another.
I became an under three foot tall, forty pound woman with the looks of an
oversexed Mila Kunis, a penis the size of the tip of a pool cue, and a
ballsack the size of an acorn. This happened because I had ventured upon
insult to my darling wife. Taken aback by my unprecedented cruelty, she
had vowed revenge. She knew my mistress's wife and, once I had been
drugged with a suspiciously well-cooked meal, took the necessary actions.
These actions, considering my sins, were felt to be far too lenient. My
wife felt I was truly not even fit to be the slave of a mistress who was
slave to another mistress, but for the moment this was the best that
could be done.
Consider the fates of my mistress and I:
My Mistress:
-Tiny and weak compared to her wife and her new boyfriend. My mistress
under four feet tall, her wife five foot seven, her boyfriend six foot
two.
-Extremely attracted to masculine bodies. Rippling muscles, thick, hairy,
blocky appendages, deep voices, enormous cocks, large dangling balls,
commanding tones, and dominant, do-as-I-say dispositions.
-Extremely attracted to eating the semen produced by these virile men.
-Extremely submissive to any person, male or female, especially
concerning demands of a sexual nature.
-Extremely feminine in demeanor, look and dress. Feminine, curly, flippy
hair-dos, an extremely high voice and tacky, amateurish makeup with pink
lipstick. Wearing only wispy babydolls with no underwear of any kind.
Me:
-Tiny and weak compared to my mistress. Under three feet tall, my
mistress under four feet tall and her own mistress five foot seven.
-Extremely attracted to masculine bodies and extremely feminine bodies
with masculine traces like my mistress's. Rippling mucles, thick, hairy,
blocky appendages, etc. Also tiny, slender, hairless bodies with
miniscule, hairless, smooth and soft cocks and scrotums. More attracted
to those extremely feminine with masculine traces.
-Extremely attracted to eating the semen produced by these virile men and
far smaller amounts produced fey feminine masculine characters, which
tasted very sweet instead of salty.
-Extremely submissive to any person, male or female, especially
concerning demands of a sexual nature.
-Extremely feminine in demeanor, look and dress. Feminine, curly, flippy
hair-dos, an extremely high voice and tacky, amateurish makeup with pink
lipstick. Wearing nothing unless instructed by mistress or by mistress's
mistress.
Now that it has all been settled, the original narrative can be returned
to.
I I kneeled cowering on my small pink futon in the corner of my
mistress's room as she readily serviced her own mistress's boyfriend with
an enthusiasm normally reserved for World Cup soccer matches and moon
landings. I looked on in silence as my mistress's long black curls
tousled this way and that while her small mouth traced its way over and
around the man's large organ. The massive cock and balls glimmered with
saliva. The man always held onto a handful of her hair and occasionally
used this leverage to yank her head back and fuck her eager face with
purpose.
My mistress' tongue worked eagerly over the member as her wife fucked her
in the ass with a strap-on, calling her names like "peanut-dicked little
girl" and "prissy frilly fag-belle." I knew that the boyfriend was
reaching orgasm but I wasn't sure that my mistress was even though she
had furiously been stroking her tiny cock with her thumb and forefinger
while squealing with the voice of a junior-high school girl possessed.
Finally my mistress yanked at the leash attached to my pink, silk,
diamond-studded collar and I eagerly crawled towards her groin to suck
all of the sugary cum out of her tiny little member. Her mistress's
boyfriend came and the juices shot all over her face slathering her
features in glimmering, thick goo. This in turn caused her to come
sending teensy spurts into my open mouth with no more volume than that of
a third of a ketchup packet. This semen, small in volume as it was, was
appreciated by me to such a degree that I begged my mistress to stroke
her tiny cock even more so that I might grow drunk on those juices.
I could not personally create any semen because my sex organs were so
immature and irrelevant as to warrant mockery. My half-inch long penis
remained flaccid as my rasin-sized balls remained snuggly in their small
bit of skin.
To Be Continued...
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