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Angel's Journey Chapter 33 free porn video
I drive up to the special car park, and hurry to the change room. Off comes
the modest knee length skirt, to be replaced by the tight mid-thigh one.. I
know it displays my stocking tops. I go over my make-up, cherry red lips,
dark eye-shadow, long long lashes from the mascara, then move my hair up
into a pony tail. Undoing the top buttons of my blouse I pose to the
mirror, plumping up my breasts... yeah I look like a slut. I don't know
whether to be proud, or ashamed, as I return to the car to store my skirt,
then head down to queue before the office doors.
I'm at the front of the queue this time, something the top heavy blonde who
comes up behind me doesn't seem to like. "Get in your place newbie!" she
hisses waving behind her... meekly I obey, and let myself get pushed back
down the line as more and more 'experienced' girls arrive. Waiting, leaning
against the cold brick work, I wonder if there's a real perk to being front
of the queue, or if it's just some pathetic sissy status game...
They call us in and I mince in with the rest of them and wait for the
briefing I look around, candi's not there.. no big surprise there, her
mistress has probably got a humiliating entrance planned for her. The
briefing is short, but I embarrass myself by squeaking when someone pinches
my arse.
"What's that angel?" ask the supervisor, and the crowd of 'girls' parts
before me, making me feel very alone
"Err.. someone pinched my a.. ass Miss," I stammer, blushing furiously.
"Oh really?" she says raising an eyebrow. "Turn around sissy... "
"Miss?" I ask nervously.
She indicates what turning around means with her finger, to a chorus of
giggles from the other girls. "Turn around and bend over..."
Even more embarrassed now, I turn around so my back is to her, and slowly
bend down, so my hands are by my ankles. I can feel my skirt ride up as I
do so, showing stocking tops, and probably black velvet panties as well..
I can feel the cool air blowing around my exposed thighs, as, not knowing
what else to do, I clasp my ankles and wait.
"Hmm.. well yes.. I think that is an ass that needs to be pinched, don't
you girls?" she asks to a giggly chorus of yeses. "Don't you agree Angel?"
"Y.. yes Miss," I say awkwardly.
"Good, now sissies, get to your desks but.. give that pert little ass a
pinch each as you go past.. or a spank if you feel daring... and Angel
honey? Don't forget to thank them for the attention... "
"No Ma'am," I reply almost sobbing, as one by one they come past to pinch
or slap my arse, and I thank them as they do so... I'm sobbing from
humiliation as they finish but still hold the pose, waiting to be
dismissed.
Of course the supervisor keeps me there for a couple of minutes before
calling out. "What are you still doing there sissy? Get to your desk this
instant!"
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss!" I say bringing myself up, feeling unsteady as the
blood rushes from my head, then hurry to my work station.
As expected Candy isn't there yet, and I plug and cuff myself in without
any further interruptions. I've been working for about half an hour,
finding the task too easy as normal, when the sound of stifled giggles
fills the room. Guessing this is the entrance of my sissified desk mate I
look up and my jaw drops
Candy's been given another makeover, her hair dark again, in two fluffed up
bunchies over her head. I'd swear her breasts, under a tight latex tee
shirt were bigger, and I can clearly see they're pierced... but that's not
what's causing the giggles. Unusually, Candy is wearing a floor length
skirt.. or one that would be floor length except for her 6" platforms...
but it's so tight she can't even put one foot in front of the other. So she
shuffles along, painfully slowly, towards me, hands outstretched for
balance.
I don't giggle, I feel sorry for her more than anything, especially as the
normally strict supervisors don't seem interested in quieting the teasing
and finger pointing... Candy's bright red and almost in tears as she
reaches the desk, if I could I'd get up and help her sit.
Finally however someone takes charge, and a voice calls out "Silence!" And
the room is quiet, save for Candy's heavy breathing. A supervisor stalks
down the room, one with a dark bob, I think her name is Miss Cleo, and she
reaches Candy and pauses.
"Right sissy.. who started it? Who started giggling and calling you names?"
she says as Candy wobbles slightly, holding onto the desk for support.
Her big eyes look around desperately, and I can seen them going from one
suddenly threatening face to another, before finally alighting on me. I can
tell from the look in her eyes what she's decided and my heart sinks even
as the finger raises to point at me.
"It wath her Mith Cleo.. thithy Angel thtarted it..." she says awkwardly,
lisping, I can see glimpses of a new tongue piercing in there.
"Wait! No.. I..." I start to protest, but Miss has reached out and twisted
my ear.
"Silence!" she yells in my ear, so loud I flinch, twisting my ear further.
"I do not want to hear a single word from any of you dumb sluts from now
on, is that understood?"
There's a stunned silence, other than my faint whimpering, and a lot of
nods. "Ten strokes for any sissy I hear speaking for the rest of the
morning.. except Candy, Candy can talk as much as she wants!"
She turns her attention to me. "So you think it's funny to point and laugh
at a helpless sissy?"
I try and shake my head, but my ear hurts to much, so without thinking I
stammer. "N.. no Miss!"
"Dumb bitch!" she says hauling me over desk by my ear. "Don't you even
listen?"
I'm squealing now, in pain, and the shock as my chair falls over behind me,
pulling my cuffed leg from under me, leaving me sprawled on the desk.
"Don't even think of moving slut!" Miss says as she pulls out a crop from
her boot, and yanks up my skirt again. "And not one word!"
The ten strokes are across the backs of my thighs, and they hurt! I don't
speak, but I sob helplessly, as she finishes and hauls me upright. I stand
quivering as she unlocks my ankle, then turns to face me. "Now.. ready for
your punishment for teasing?"
Sniffing I nod, and she smiles. "Right then, unplug yourself and follow me,
I have the perfect solution for teasing sissies..."
I reach down under my skirt, and pull out the USB cable, then awkwardly
follow her to one of the small side offices, aware of the many pairs of
silent eyes on me as I go...
The door clicks then locks behind me, as she turns to face me. "No speaking
slut, and take off that skirt.. I'm going to do you a favour, instead of
that slutty skirt you can wear a nice long one, like Candy!"
I reach up and unzip the tiny skirt, pushing it down over my hips and legs
before stepping out of it and handing it to her, then accepting the long
tube of material she gives me. I step into it, which is hard enough, then
pull it up over my legs.. which is really hard, as it's really tight..
especially as I force it up over my hips.
"Good.. if you feel behind your ass there's still a little hole for your
plug there as well," she smiles. "Now open wide..."
Of course I do so, looking at the monstrous gag she has prepared for me, a
black panel gag, with a large dildo in the middle of it... which already
looks moist. I have to close my eyes as she bring it near, feeling her
pinch my nose and pop the dildo inside... eugh.. it feels like it fills my
mouth and it tastes a worrying mix of rubber and salt. She buckles it under
my hair at the back of my head, then under my chin, and a final strap
designed to fit over my nose, run across the top of my head and attach to
the strap at the back of my head.
"Perfect..." she says grinning, standing before me and stroking my hair.
"No more teasing from you today, right slut?"
I nod helplessly and she laughs. "Now back to your desk bitch.. and try and
imagine that gags some hot stud you're crushing on right now.. oh and slut?
It really suits you!"
I flush and turn to make my way back to my desk, inching slowly across the
room just like Candi did, this time to fascinated silence, feeling more
liquid ooze into my mouth from the gag... shit it takes me ages to reach
my desk where a supervisor comes over to plug me in and sit me down.
Fuming, I look up at Candy who at least has the grace to look
embarrassed...
With the supervisor clear she starts to babble. "Like I'st tho thorry
Angel, I know ith wathn't you... and your like mad at me and thtuff, but
like tithy knew the other girlth would be mean to thithy if the chothe
them.. but you wouldn't cauthe you're like nithe and thtuff... I'm like
thuch a tithy coward, thorry. But you do look like tho hot like that! I
mean you're pretty hot anyway but now you look like thuper hot..."
I give her a look over the gag, the best I can manage right now, and return
my focus to the stupid work, feeling the drizzle of goo from the gag ease
into my throat.. it's not too long before I'm drooling, again..."
"Thithy'th Mithtreth got her a new prethent, a tongue pierthing! Thithy
hopeth you like?" Candi says trying to interact with me, and sticking out
her tongue to show the golden barbel within it, so big.. no wonder she's
lisping!.
I shake my head, not interested as the bell rings for lunch, and the
unlocking begins. I sit in my seat, resigned to not getting any, when Candy
and I are released. "Tell you what sissies," Says the supervisor. "If
either of you get to the canteen on time, you can eat, I'll even unlock
your gag... now go!"
I don't bother getting up. What's the point? I'll never make it in time...
even as Candy makes a spirited break for it. And the supervisor is having
none of my attitude and hauls me up by the gag strap.
"Silly sissy has to try," she says nastily, flexing a crop in front of my
eyes. "And here's the encouragement... "
There's a stinging slap to my arse, then another before I have time to
react, and I start to shuffle towards the canteen, my arse getting
repeatedly cropped as I do so.. I can never be fast enough for this, for
her... soon I'm sobbing but the blows don't stop until.. she looks up at
the clock, half of lunch is gone already, and I'm not there yet.. and
neither is Candy.
"Aww.. guess you were right sissy, you couldn't make it!" The supervisor
says with mock disappointment. "Ah well you can make your own way back to
the desk right?" And with a laugh she saunters off...
Angry and humiliated I make my way back, watching as the other 'girls' walk
past me, now pointing and sniggering at me. I wipe the tears from my eyes
as I near my desk to see an angry Mistress Thorne waiting for me.
I wonder what our weekend encounter has done to her attitude towards me?
Precious little from her expression. "What trouble have you gotten yourself
into today bitch?" she asks, and I look pleadingly at her over the gag.
"Hmm.. we can discuss it in my office.. you and you!" she points at two
sissies. "Carry the bitch to my office..."
Soon I'm being carried by two straining sissies, over to Mistress Thorne's
office, aware they're resenting me for this. They drop me on the floor
which does not go down well and I must confess to a certain satisfaction as
Mistress Thorne makes them pull up their skirts and pull their panties
down, and crops them until they beg for mercy. I.. it's a reassuring
thing.. it proves she likes me, for all her harsh treatment of me there's
some play to it. This is punishment, plain and simple and.. unpleasant.
Finally two sobbing sissies are sent on their way, panties in their mouths,
and Mistress Thorne lifts me to my feet.
"As much as that gag suits you I want to talk Angel," she says reaching
round to unfasten it. "And I suppose the first thing you want to say is
it's not your fault right?" I nod as the starts to pull it out. "Then
don't.. I already know you are a magnet for this sort of thing. I believe
you even have another date tonight?"
I flush, nodding slightly. "M.. mis Caroline Mistress Thorne."
"Hmm.. well it has to go better than last time right My Bitch?" she says
and I nod, blushing. "Now.. you can do some work for me first.. legs
apart..."
I want to protest, say I can't, but she pulls out what looks like a paper
knife and pushes it through the taught material of the skirt and yanks it
down, till my legs are free...
"Now.. sit at that stool and work for me," she says pointing to an
uncomfortable stool in the corner. "And there's a little something for you
to eat as well.... My Bitch..."
"Thank you Mistress Thorne..," I say meekly, moving to the stool and
sitting down, I know the work will be hard, but that's better than too
easy.. and there is food as well.... what worrys me is how possessive she's
suddenly become...
I get to work, feeling the cold on my legs with the slit skirt.. and
feeling the vibe in my arse slowly run down. Mistress Thorne occasionally
looks up at me, as if she's thinking about something... before finally
calling me over.
Of course, at once I stand up, walk over, and curtsy before her. "May I
help you Mistress Thorne?"
"Take off that ridiculous skirt, and kneel before me," she says crossing
her leather clad legs, as I comply shimming out of the ruined skirt she
adds. "If I'm leaving that mouth of yours ungagged, I may as well make use
of it, right Angel?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I say nodding and kneeling before her head down.
She moves her foot, so the toe of her boot is lifting up my chin so I have
to look up at her. "Should I have worn a skirt my bitch, so you could have
looked up it?"
I blink, unsure how to take the question before, blushing furiously, I
respond with. "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne?"
She gives a dry chuckle. "Really slut? Should I be dressing for your
pleasure then?"
"No Mistress Thorne..." I reply awkwardly, aware I'm being teased.
"No I should not... I will wear whatever pleases me.. though there is some
slim chance it will please you too right Angel?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne!" I squeak nodding eagerly, and she reaches down to
ruffle my hair.
"Worship my boots," she says finishing the conversation and turning back to
her paperwork.
Effectively dismissed, I sink down onto my haunches and start to lick her
boot, kissing the black patent leather, dragging my tongue up and down it,
focussing my attention on the boot, just like Miss Black has taught me...
then Mistress Thorne orders me to stop.
I do immediately and look up at her, seeing she's smiling with some plan. I
watch as she unzips first one boot, and then the other, before sliding them
off and putting them on the floor.. she wiggles her toes before my eyes,
tantalizingly before smiling. "Would you like to worship my feet sissy?"
I let out an involuntary sigh, which amuses her, before nodding. "Oh yes
Mistress Thorne!"
"Well I don't think you deserve that yet my little sissy bitch.. in
fact..." She pauses, looking at me meaningfully. "I don't think you even
deserve to kiss my boots when they're on my feet do you?"
"No Mistress Thorne," I whimper, embarrassed, but she pushes it further.
"Tell me," she commands, grinning now. "Give me details bitch!"
"I.. sissy isn't worthy to kiss your boots Mistress Thorne," I stammer,
blushing furiously...
"Oh but you are, just not when they are on my feet... go on, worship them
now.. tell them how lucky you are to be allowed to kiss them..." she
chuckles, making sure the boots are standing upright, ready. "Submit to my
boots bitch..."
Oh gods this is humiliating.. and.. sexy.. shit... on hands and knees I
lean in to kiss her boots, then swallow awkwardly. "Oh.. I.. I'm such a l..
lucky b.. bitch to be allowed to w.. worship you..," I start to lick and
kiss them, smelling at least some of Mistress Thorne on them, knowing she's
looking on in amusement.. I can feel my cock starting to stiffen.
"Keep going, my bitch... I want to hear you while I work," Mistress Thorne
says, making me blush. "Or I'm going to have to do something to that
exposed ass..."
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply still grovelling, mind spinning as I try
and think how to submit to a pair of boots. "I.. I am such a lucky l..
little sissy to be allowed to kiss my Mistresses boots, to... submit to
them.. t.. to grovel before them... I.. I'm such a... a slut... t.. to be
kissing them... w.. with my pantied arse in the air... s.. showing the..
the vib.. vibrator in my p... panties..."
I ramble on, aware that I'm arousing myself as I do so... breaking off to
kiss the boots, aware I'm debasing myself for her amusement... but hoping
she likes it... I get caught up in it then freeze as I feel something on my
arse...
"You sissy's do talk some drivel..." Mistress Thorne drawls from above me.
"And sometimes I think you'd do what ever I say... right Angel?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply bracing, as I realise I can feel her crop on
my arse...
"Well then... ask to be cropped..."
Oh... this is embarrassing... and if I wasn't already so very horny and
submissive.. I'd probably argue.. instead all I can say is...
"Please Mistress Thorne... please crop my sissy arse..." I moan still
looking at her boots, then squeal as she brings the crop down... "Thank you
Mistress Thorne.. please may I have another?"
"Why yes.. yes you can," she says with a giggle, teasing my arse with the
crop for a little first. "And maybe another after that.. would you like
that bitch?"
"Yes.. Mistress Thorne.." I whimper...
Of course she crops me hard... for a little while, whilst I scream my
thanks, before finally she lets me up. I stand there sobbing, hands firmly
at my side, not wanting to get into trouble for rubbing my sore arse...
"Right then.. hmm.. didn't get as much work done as I was hoping," Mistress
Thorne says with a grin, as her hand reaches between my legs to caress my
balls... "You are a naughty little distraction aren't you sissy?"
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne," I reply with a little gasp, trying to defy the
excitement I feel at her unexpectedly tender touch... "Err.. sorry Mistress
Thorne."
"You will have to do better next time bitch," she says, her gloved fingers
moving to encircle my stiffening cock. "Won't you?"
"Yes Mistress Thorne!" I squeal as her caress gets more intense... making
me moan as she teases my cock, pumping up and down with agonising slowness.
"I will do better next time Mistress T... thorne."
She steps in to stand directly before me, invading my personal space, using
her free hand to grip my chin and tilt my head to look up at her. "I like
you bitch," she says, her cold blue eye staring directly into my green one.
"I like you a lot... think about that on your little 'date' tonight...."
She's tightening her grip and pumping faster, making me weak at the knees,
I'm trembling just from the strength of her gaze, I nearly collapse as she
moves in to kiss me... forcing my mouth to open and let her tongue invade
it... I bend over backwards at the force of her assault feeling my cock
twitch in her hand... I can't even feel the pain in my arse any more... I'm
so completely in her power, as I final moan into the kiss and I.. I cum,
spurting hard...
"Oh fuck..." I whisper as she releases me, and I drop down to my knees... I
look up to see her examining her cum covered glove. She looks down at me
and raises her eyebrow.. I know what to say. "P.. please Mistress Thorne,
m.. may I clean your glove?"
She smiles and lowers it to my lips, where after a slight pause of
revulsion, I lean in to suck my own semen of her... trying not to pull
faces at the taste...
"Well done bitch," she says smiling. "Now.. run along to your 'date'...
they'll want to get you all prettied up.
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I say standing up, not daring to ask for a new
skirt. I turn my face slightly to accept a slap but she just laughs and
kisses me there instead.
"No slap tonight bitch.. you've sobbed enough, now go, or you'll be late!"
A gentle tap on my ass, and a direction towards the door.
I scamper through and hurry to the make-over rooms, knocking at the door to
see two familiar faces looking at me.
"Err... hello Sienna.. hi Kendra..." I say, embarrassed, hands over my
cock. "I.. I'm ready for my next make over..."
They look me up and down, before Sienna nods. "I can see that... now.. sit
down in the chair and lets get you cleaned up.. and you look like you
really need a sleep this time..."
I nod as I accept her offer.. "Oh yes.. I really do..."
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