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Angel's Journey Chapter 19 free porn video
She's right.. walking in this thing is an art. I can either take tiny,
almost useless steps, or swing my hips outrageously, to place one foot
straight in front of the other, and repeat. This works, and I can walk
slowly, but... oh my.. but... The silk lining of the dress caresses my cock,
and my thigh, my stockinged thighs have to slide over each other, and the
large vibe pulses in my ass. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, and my
arms have to go out a little at my sides to steady me, and with the corset,
I'm almost out of breath before I start.
"Oh my..." Sienna gasps. "You are so hot girl! Take care!"
"I'll try," I reply making my way carefully out the door. "And thank you
both..."
Stepping out I'm in a broad corridor, like an entrance way, leading to some
broad doors at the end, with a large door man standing there. I can feel his
eyes on me as I approach, see him taking in all my appearance, including by
pulsing cock.. oh.. I hope you can't see it twitch through the dress. I make
my way up to him and he grins.
"Name?"
"Angel," I gasp catching my breath.
He looks down at his list. "Hmm.. nope, you're not on." And leers at me.
"I.. I'm... here t.. to meet... g.. Graham?" I breath as loudly as I can.
He shakes his head. "No.. sorry.. look..."
He shows me the list which clearly shows my name, together with Grahams.. I
gasp, and realise he's teasing me. But.. I don't want to go anyway!
"Well.. o.. okay t.. then... I'll.. go..." I start to turn away, catching
the look in his face and feeling a pulse of satisfaction.
"Don't you want to convince me to let you in?" he says a little desperately.
Oh gods.. this look was designed for my next act. I half turn to look at
him, letting my glance flick up and down, "No.. not really..."
"Just get in!" His manner changes. "Get your sissy ass back in here now!"
"D.. don't.. want.. to," I reply sounding childish in my forced breathy
voice.
"Listen you dumb bitch! I am not loosing my job because some stupid cock
slut like you is playing around!" he snaps, and I realise I mustn't push
this too far.
"Very.. well." I turn around and carefully take the two steps up to the door
which he holds open and I step through. Not exactly made a friend there I
notice...
I step into the restraunt, seeing the packed tables, the large dance floor,
the luxurious fittings. The guests are almost all in pairs, one 'girl' with
one master or Mistress. The Masters and Mistresses all look the part, in
smart suits or elegant gowns, the 'girls' are a different matter. Some are
dressed in office clothes others in school uniforms or lingerie only. Some
are wearing hideously sissy dresses, others.. well anything you can imagine,
though enough are dressed in evening gowns for me to compare... and feel a
little smug... I am sooo much hotter than they are!
I start as I feel a large hand rest on my shoulder, and realise there's
Grahams massive presence behind me. He gently, but firmly, spins me round to
face him. "Hello A.. angel, how is my sissy virgin tonight?"
I struggle to regain my composure, as I look up at him through my heavy
lashes. "O.. okay..." I manage trembling.
He brings his other hand up and gently shakes his finger in front of my
face, "It's okay Sir tonight sissy, right?" he squeezes my shoulder just a
bit.
"Y.. yes S.. sir," I manage and he grins.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it sissy?"
"No Sir," I whisper, looking down.
"You look amazing tonight. So beautiful, so feminine..." he says resting one
finger on my emerald lips, "Almost like a real lady, but that bulge tells
everyone what you are doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir," I gasp, and he slips his finger into my mouth.. shit it's big.. I
start sucking on it reflexively and he laughs.
He starts to pump his finger slowly in and out of my mouth, before
withdrawing it and asking, "And what are you?"
"A.. a sissy Sir," I stammer flushing
"Yes.. yes you are. Now, come with me." he slips his arm round me and leads
me to a table on the edge of the dance floor, I'm aware of the mix of
appreciative glances I'm getting from the patrons, and the jealous look some
of the girls are giving me...
It's a small table and he holds the chair out for me in a gentlemanly
fashion. I'm really careful as I sit down, and start when I realise that
really forces the vibe deep into my ass... and I can hear his chuckle at my
gasp.
"You are a delightful sissy..." he says pushing me in then sitting opposite
me. "So pretty, so feminine, so... well hung right?"
I blush and look away which makes him chuckle more. "C'mon sissy admit it."
"I.. I am well hung Sir," I reply, so embarrassed, then start as a waitress
places a champagne flute next to me.
"I took the liberty of ordering for you Angel," he says grining a little
smugly. "Pink champagne, oysters..."
"Oh.. I..." I want to protest but don't know what to say.
"Shush Angel, you don't have to make decisions when you're with me." he
smiles leaning in and patting my hand, "You can just be the beautiful
creature you were meant to be."
Oh.. patronising... I flush with anger this time. "But I..."
"I know, I know," he purrs. "But don't..."
He leans across the table and gemtly taps the ball gag hanging around my
neck. "I have ways of dealing with sissy's who talk too much, and it would
be a shame to waste your food wouldn't it?"
"Y.. yes.. sir," I say with a shiver, and as he leans back, I take a sip of
the champagne. Gosh it feels strong! Though right now I'm sensitised to
everything.. I must try and keep my head.
He takes a drink of beer, double standards I see, and leers at me. "Good
girl, you like being controlled don't you? All sweet and helpless?"
"I.. I..." I stammer trying to form an answer, and he gives me a look. "Y..
es Sir.. I.. I.. like it.."
He smiles again, as he does with each of these little victories. "I know
sissy, I know, but sometimes it's hard for you to admit right?"
I nod, shivering slightly. "Yes Sir."
"Like it was hard to admit you were a sissy, rather than a boy?" he leans
over again to cup my chin and stare into my eyes. "'Cause a creature like
you was never a man right?"
"Right Sir," I whisper, squirming. "I.. I... was... never... a man..."
"No you weren't," he smiles, still staring into my eyes. "And do you know
why a real man like me would want a sissy like you?"
Of course, I can think of lots of reasons, but I lower my eyes. "No Sir."
"You're so sweet when you lie sissy, so pretty, but honestly slut, do you
think you'll ever be able to outwit me?" he laughs. "Do you?"
I look him in the eyes and start to speak. "Y.. ye..." and he squeezes my
jaw so hard! Tears form in my eyes as I realise he isn't even trying, outwit
him I may do, but never overpower him. "N.," And the pressure goes. "No
Sir."
"Really Angel?" he says still frowning.
"Yes!" I whimper as a brief hint of force is reapplied. "A.. a dumb... s..
sissy.. bitch... like me.. could... never... outwit you master..."
"Master?" he smiles, releasing my chin. "Oh that is good.. you admit you are
dumb, but you learn, oh you can learn."
I flush, embarrassed and humiliated, damn cocky bastard... using his
strength to overpower me.. oh... I... if it wasn't him I'd... I'd want to be
here. But now... I start as the waitress dumps a plate of slimy oysters
infront of me, before giving Graham a plate and a caress to the face, and he
gives her a pat to the ass, making her scurry off giggling.
He lifts one of the oysters like a toast and salutes me before tilting it
down his throat, hurridley I copy him, almost choking which makes him laugh.
"You look like you need to practice swallowing..." he grins, and points to
his crotch. "I can help with that..."
"I.. I'm f.. fine really," I gasp, but that only makes him laugh more...
bastard...
"Come now pretty girl, there's three more to practice on," he says watching
me intently. "Now.. where was I? Oh yes.. do you know why a sissy slut like
you is better than a real girl? For a real man?"
"No sir," I reply, flicking my glance to him before my gaze returns to the
molluscs... the other molluscs...
He holds up his hand, ticking points off on his fingers. "Firstly, you can't
get pregnant, secondly, you don't go on the rag four days every month,
thirdly no fecking mood swings, fourthly, you won't bloat and get fat,
fifthly you always take care of your appearance... and six, well... you do
what you're told don't you slut?"
I gasp at his choice of word. "Y.. yes Sir.."
"I preferred Master," he grins.
"Y.. yes..." I pause and blush furiously. "M.. mast..er.."
"Perfect, eat your oysters Angel."
"Y.. yes Master," I reply, I'd rather have those slimy things in my mouth
than him...
His amusement fades as I get them down easily, and take a sip of champagne,
watching him finish his beer, down his oysters, and order another beer... I
wonder, how much has he drunk already? Maybe...
I sip my champagne, then gasp as the thing in my ass sends a massive pulse,
and he laughs... and again, and another laugh. I'm betting he has some kind
of remote control.
"Tell me A.. angel, are you a bondage slut?" he says as I twitch again. "Do
you get off on being tied up and helpless?"
"Y.. yes...M.. master," I stammer wondering where this is going.
"Excellent," he raises one hand, and a waitress comes over and leans over
her ear against his lips.. he whispers something that makes her look at me
and grin, then slaps her ass...
"Cute sissy don't you agree Angel?" Graham says craning round to watch her
ass as she leaves.
"Yes.. Master," I manage, tipping some of my champagne onto the carpet
whilst he's distracted.
He turns back to me. "I'd like a girl like that at my house.. but I'd prefer
you..." he leers at me.
"M.. me Master?" I flush.
"Oh yes.. you're so much more... innocent," he grins. "You could clean the
house during the day whilst I slept, then spend your nights chained up
whilst I work.. oh yes.."
Oh no! But what can I do other than blush, then gape as the waitress returns
with a steel belt with shackles on it.
"P.. please.. master... no!" I beg, but that only makes him smile more.
"Be a good little slut Angel and let her fasten you up, it will look
delightful," he grins. "you know you want it..."
I lift my arms to let her fasten the rigid metal belt around my waist then
lower them so she can fasten them in the cuffs on either side. I wince as
she tightens them too tight. "Have fun bitch.," She whispers then stalks
over to drape herself over my 'date'.
"Another beer Sir?" she asks stroking his broad chest.
"Definitely sweety," he leans in and kisses her cheek before patting her ass
to send her on her way, he looks so smug, and so.. aroused as he turns his
attention back to me, and raises his glass to toast me. "You look perfect
there, my pretty little sissy doll."
"T.. thank.. you.. Master," I manage, my hands rattling as I move them in
the cuffs.
"Feels good to be controlled by a man doesn't it doll?"
"Y.. yes Master," I whimper, feeling the vibe pulse again
"What does it say about you that this all turns you on?" he presses the
point. "Is there a small part of maleness inside you suffering?"
"Yes Master," I reply, it's what he wants to hear.
"Gosh what kind of sissy pervert are you?" he continues.
Not the kind that plays with real life barbie dolls.. I want to say, but
"I.. I don't... know.. Master."
"Just the right kind," he says as if I should be impressed and treat it as a
compliment.
"Thank you Master," I reply as our meals are placed in front of us, his a
steaming steak, mine some kind of salad, with a large phallic sausage in
it... gods this guy is subtle...
He starts to tuck into his meal, obviously enjoying it whilst, I sit there
helpless, after a while he looks up and grins, mouth still partly full of
food. "Not hungry sissy?"
Inwardly I seeth, clenching my fists, but look at him shyly through the
hair. "O.. only.. if y.. you wish it... m.. master.."
"Oh very good... very good." He puts down his cutlery and gives a slow hand
clap. "Well done... now.. hungry?"
"Yes.. Master," I whisper.
"Good.. good." He takes the fork from my place and impales it into one end
of the sausage, so the other dangles slightly obscenely. "Open wide my
slut.."
Shamed I open my mouth and he slowly slides the sausage towards my open
mouth, stopping, then pulling it back a little, so I'm lured into leaning
forward, stretching for it, before it slides between my shimmering green
lips. I move to take a bite, but he pulls it out.
"Uh uh uh! Not yet... lets practice your fellatio sissy, won't that be fun?"
he grins. "Come on now, sucking, tongue, head bobbing, lets see it all..."
"Y.. yes Master," I whimper, oh he's being such a bastard... but I... I want
it...
He slides it in again and watches as my cheeks go in as I suck on it, and
slide my head slowly back and forth, just a little.
"Come now Angel, a little more feeling.. a little energy, a little
tongue..." He smiles encouragingly...
I respond, moving my head back and forth a little faster making my hair
swing, opening a little wider so he can see my tongue in action.
"Faster Angel, faster for me... try and make my sausage cum... and some
noise too... c'mon, make an effort..."
I groan, shunting my head back and forth faster and faster, my hair flying,
making moaning and groaning noises like I'm enjoying it.. aware that I'm
drawing attention. Oh gods this is humiliating but.. oh.. but.. I wish I was
doing it for someone worth it...
"Stop," he commands, and it takes me a second or two to regain control which
makes him laugh. There's a round of applause and some mocking laughter from
the nearby tables when I finally do, "Oh my slut, you were really getting
into that werent you?"
"Y.. yes.. M.. master," I stammer out of breath as he pulls the sausage
out,
"Now, bitey time on your sex toy." He slides it back into my mouth and I
bite down on it... it's cold now and slimy.. but it's food...
"And now," he says as I finish my mouth full. "Some drink."
He puts the champagne flute to my lips and tips forcing me to gulp it down
or spill it.. shit... this will get me drunk! And I really don't want to
lose control... but the whole glass goes down with only a few dribbles..
"Refill Sir?" The waitress is back and grinning at me. "Your date sounded
like she'd worked up a thirst."
"Oh she has, but she loves the attention, don't you Angel?"
"Y.. yes Master," I whimper again, blushing scarlet, wishing I could clean
the tracks of liquid off the sides of my mouth.
"Get me, and my sissy another drink," he says to her slapping her ass again,
and making her giggle.
I'm really hoping that lager is strong... because I already feel a little
giddy... and hungry, even with my compressed stomach.
He feeds me some more whilst we wait but is obviously getting bored with
this game and, to the waitresses disgust, gets her to uncuff me when she
returns. I sip my drink, wipe my mouth and eat my salad, as he chomps into
his steak and swills his beer, and another...
"P.. please.. M.. master..?" I ask nervously as an Idea occurs to me.
"Are you talking too much sissy?" he says straightening.
"N.. no Master." I flinch slightly. "B.. but..."
"What is it sweetie?" he grins leaning.
"W.. why can't I... g.. get you a.. drink.. Master?" I reply with a strong
hint of petulant whine.
"Pardon?" he seems shocked.
"T... that s.. slut.. wait.. tress.. gets to.. w.. why ca.. can't I?" I
pout.
"OOh... someones getting into this isn't she?" he grins leaning over...
I force myself to nod, then lean in to kiss him, tilting my head slightly...
lips parted... I can feel his breath on my face, smell it... oh... mustn't
pull a face... and..
He pulls back leaving me off balance and gasping. "Well... perhaps I should
say no.. but..."
I pull back embarrassed, looking down to avoid his gaze, telling myself it
doesn't matter, that.. well.. I can take..
"Go," he says. "I want to see your ass again and your cock..."
"Y.. yes Master," I gasp. "Thank you master."
"But get yourself one too... and finish that one!" he orders.
"Y.. yes... Master," I comply meekly and carefully drink most of the glass..
wow.. that.. gets you...
And I focus on walking slowly away from him to the bar, ignoring the looks
of customers.
"What'll it be?" Says a very smart, but slightly bored barman. How long do
you have to work here to be bored? Or maybe he's just normal gay... that
might be it...
"A... larger, a p.. pink champagne, and two double vodka's please..." I
stammer nervously.
"Certainly.." He glances at my crotch and sneers. "Sir..."
I wait nervously as he prepares the drink, hoping the waitress doesn't come
over, that Graham doesn't come over.. and that I'm not drawing any
attention... it seems to take ages, but maybe that's just my fear...
"Here you go 'sir' hope your boyfriend likes it..."
"Oh.. he does sir," I reply placing the drinks on an offered tray. He's
quickly off to serve someone else, so I quickly tip out a little of the
lager and pour the vodka's into it... then take the lager and the champagne
and carefully walk back to our table...
Oooh.. that damn slut waitress is in his lap! Shit.. if I cared, I'd be
furious.. but I carefuly put the glasses down, sit on my chair and pout
sulkily at him.
"Oh come now Angel don't look like that, it's only fair that if you get the
drinks she gets to play with me, right?"
"B.. but M.. master.. I.. I thought I was your... date," I protest.
"Don't speak to me in that tone sissy," he says. "Or you will have to be
punished..."
"But..." I start again, trying to goad him just enough to decide to gag
me...
Instead he laughs. "I think it's time for a little display Angel..." He
lifts the remote to my vibe and puts it to max... and I squeal..
Its intense pleasure and pain in my restricted body, making me moan and
gasp. I half rise, unconciously trying to move my ass from the feeling
trapped inside it... I can't speak, my eyes go wide, staring at my
tormentor... I have to prop myself up on my arms as I near black out from
lack of breath... once again I can see people staring watching me...
enjoying my torment, or the arousal like sounds coming from my mouth.. and
then.. after a short eternity he stops.. and I gasp myself back to
conciousness, looking at him in shock...
"Don't get ideas ahead of your station slut," Graham says grinning. "If.. if
I decide to make you mine you'll have to get used to sharing me... because
that's what sissy sluts have to do, now if you were a man.. it would be
different right?"
I look at him, gaping still a little stunned, not knowing what to say...
"Oh just gag her Mirielle," he says to the waitress. "And bring my my
pudding..." He looks at me. "No desert for you Angel, it's fattening..."
I look at him, scowling as Mirielle puts the gag in and straps it tight. I
sort of want this.. I planned this bit.. but.. he's such an ass... I'm worth
more than that, even that slut Mirielle is worth more than this treatment...
I watch nervously as he swigs his beer, and breath a sigh of relief as he
doesn't notice the difference...
I have a slight inner turmoil.. was spiking his drink wrong?
But as he tucks into his pudding, spotted dick as he reminds me several
times, I feel more and more justified, and he seems more and more drunk. He
finishes a sixth beer, after my 'special' one, and gets to his feet a little
awkwardly.
"Learnt your lesson Angel?" he says belching. "Learnt your place?"
I nod, trying to look contrite... making him laugh. "Well maybe you can suck
my cock to make up for it... then... that virgin ass... but one thing first.
Stand up!"
I stand awkwardly, and he laughs, and fishes a leash out of his pocket, and
holding it by the handle dangles it in front of me. "Surprise!"
I gasp, but stand as he attaches it to the steel belt around my waist... and
starts to lead me out... I follow head down, feeling the room's gaze follow
me as he leads me out, clearly drunk. It's not the leash that's bad, it's
the person holding it... I'm a.. well I'm what I am, I should be loving
this!
I make the most of my walking through the halls, letting him lead me,
swinging my hips, revelling in the sensations, pretending it's someone else
leading me. I'm almost surprised when he leads me into a room. Not his I
guess.. a hotel room.. probably rentable by the hour in this place...
there's a liquor cabinet, a massive double bed, with pink sheets, and a
couple of chairs. Oh one of the walls hangs a range of whips crops and
paddles...
'Master' Graham drops the leash and staggers slightly. "Gerr me a drink
bitsh.. "
I do a close to a curtsy as I can and walk to the drinks cabinet, pouring
him a large vodka... a very large vodka. I turn to see him standing
unsteadily on the bed and.. fiddling with the security camera... I pale
slightly, gasping behind the gag.
He turns around and leers drunkenly. "Now.. no eyes..." And laughs, jumping
down awkwardly from the bed, and taking the drink from my shaking hands.
"Best way, right slut?"
I nod scared, and he backhand slaps me, sending me sprawling across the bed.
"Don' play dumb with me slut! You bitches are all the same..." he looks
confused for a second. "Come here Bitch."
I push myself up with difficulty, and step very cautiously towards him. He
reaches up and unfastens my gag, giving me a deep overpowering kiss..."Sorry
Angel sissy... you forgive me right?"
The beer is strong in his breath and I want to gag, but instead I nod. "O..
of.. course M...master..."
"Good lil bitch.. very good.. get yourself a drink..." he lets me go, and
again I mince to the drinks cabinet. "You're helpless lil cock sissy aren't
you?"
"Yes.. master.," I reply, pouring myself some scotch.. it's not very
feminine, but there's not much option. "I'm a cock sissy..."
He slouches in the chair again, and beckons me over... I can see he's close
to passing out.. and that there's something in his hand.. "G.. gimme the
drink sissy... g.. gonna make you a girl tonight... then.. kneel..."
"Yes Master," I reply handing him my drink and sinking down before him,
feeling my jaw starting to ache, even through my own alchoholic haze. I look
up as he holds my glass and pops something into it... shit! What sort of
drug is it? I doubt it's a paracetomol...
I use my hands and quickly fumble at his flies, I.. I'd rather suck his cock
that drink that.. whatever it is... my green nails are reaching into his
pants when he seems to notice this. "Whatcha doin slut?"
"w.. wanna s.. suck your cock master..." I reply reaching for it...
"Drinkies first slut..." he slurs, trying to hand me my doctored drink, but
I've got it now.. the.. err.. prize...
I start to stroke the cock in my hand distracting him, leaning in to lick
it, caress it.. .I can sense him slowly putting the drink down.. good..
good.. now.. please.. fall asleep...
"Good.. slut..." he murmurs. "Don't forget to drink up..."
"No master.. " I reply taking my head from his cock, but still stroking
it... still teasing it... caressing it... and sending him to sleep...
there's a long few minutes as he starts to snore...
Got him! I push myself to my feet as carefully as I can, and look at his
hand.. there's a pill bottle there... rohypnol? That's.. shit.. what kind of
asshole comes and works at this place and needs a date rape drug? Oh shit..
he's a different level bastard than I thought.. I thought he was just a
bully... what to do? I stagger to the door, but it's locked tight... I look
up, the camera? It's working but pointing in the wrong direction.. I.. I
have to be quick...
I have an Idea.. but.. I grab my doctored drink and swig it, hoping the drug
doesn't act too fast, then awkwardly climb on top the bed, and reaching up
pull the cable out of the camera... to my dull senses I think I can hear an
alarm somewhere.. maybe... I collapse onto the bed, and cuff one of my
wrists, then forcing the other against the bed post lock it on my other...
helpless.. I..
Ohh.. I don't feel so good...
I fling myself back so I'm sprawled on the bed, bruised side of my face up,
and let myself drift... let my self drift... and hear the sound of running
feet... and the door being hammered on... an.. and broken... oh.....
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