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Next I hear the sound of water running... I guess she's taking a shower.
I writhe in discomfort, even as I picture her beautiful body under the
stream of water... The vibe in my arse stops, and I try and compose
myself, even as I continue to suck on the penis gag. What's worst about
that is I can feel the shape with my tongue, it's shaped like an actual
cock, head veins and all.. I can even tell the model wasn't circumcised.
I try and shift my weight, to ease the pressure on my arms and knees, but
it doesn't help much. I even try and clench my hands in the binder to
stop them going numb, but that's not much help... and then the vibe sets
off again, making me groan. I.. I don't know how I'm going to stand a
night like this...
But then I hear Mistress Thorne's voice. The shower has stopped, but I
can't quite make out what she's saying, through the walls of the house
and the wardrobe... I hope she's on the phone, s.. she can't have a
visitor can she? O.. or another sissy... tied up and waiting? I groan,
feeling more and more nervous.
She moves and I can start to hear the words, her voice only.. which is
reassuring. "Oh come on... pink? Baby pink bridesmaid dresses? And you
seriously expect me to wear one? Are you out of your mind?" A pause, she
must be on the phone, "Oh yeah use that against me.. I know I brought the
two of you together. And no you don't still owe me for that.. you've been
butt-fucking little Chrissie for years now. And you both love it..."
She laughs at both that and the response, "Yeah well... maybe I'll bring
a plus one and he can be the bridesmaid. Hmm... well I have a candidate
in mind, we'll just have to see if they meet my exacting standards."
Another pause and a laugh, "Very well, my peculiar and exacting
standards... not that you can talk. And no, I'm not going to 'come out of
the closet', I'm not gay, I just like dickgirls, just like you brother.
Yeah... and speaking of closets, mines in one. Of course they're tied
up... but then again I bet your sissy is too. Oh really? Then why can't
she come to the phone..."
She's right outside the closet now.. I.. I think she's resting her hand
on the handle, "I knew it! Say... you send me a pic of yours and I'll
send you one of mine? Deal."
Oh fuck... my heart does flip flops and I hear the door open, feel the
cooler air of the room wash over me, and the electronic click of a camera
phone. No.. no no... I squirm helplessly, a.. a picture of me like this
outside of the walls of the company... I flush aroused at the potential
humiliation.
"Okay, Chrissie looks pretty hot, but mine is better... I know, I
probably should have freed her cock first. It's a nice big one," she
laughs, "Good night big brother."
There's a pause, and I hear her moving towards me, smell her freshly
washed skin. Her hands unfasten the collar from my neck, leaving it bare,
then her fingers gently trace around it. "So delicate..." she whispers
then tilts my head up, and I feel a much heavier collar placed around
it.. a posture collar, forcing my head to look forwards and a little up.
"Next time bitch, wear a corset that doesn't cover your nipples," she
says, her hand stroking my cheek through the harness, I moan into the
gag, but that's about all I can do...
Her next action is to unlock the mono-glove from my ankle cuffs, and
separate them so she can carefully help me to my feet. My legs are
trembling and I'm very stiff, but it's a serious relief... there's a
click and I guess she's leashed me again.
"Follow me sissy," she says with a tug on the lead.
Still blindfolded I follow awkwardly, carefully stepping over where I
remember the lip of the wardrobe being. I guess I don't have to worry too
much, Mistress Thorne is guiding me well, as I'm lead back into the
living room.
"Stop!" Mistress Thorne orders when I am positioned to her liking. "Now,
let me see..."
I feel her against me, her hands running around my hips, around my
chastity. Then it's unlocked and she takes it away... leaving my cock
dangling between my legs.
"Hmm..." she says and I feel her fingers moving my cock around to examine
it, "Perhaps I should have set the little toy in your arse at a higher
setting... this is quite disappointing."
I moan as she continues to examine it, lifting it first up then down... I
can feel it start to stiffen from her touch, just before she lets it go
and just before the toy buzzes to life again in my arse.
"Of course we know what gets my little pain slut horny don't we?" she
says, "A few cracks of the crop on that perfect freckled ass will get you
aroused."
I try and shake my head, a futile exercise in this posture collar, and
moan.. but I can hear her walking away, is she? Is that her picking
something up? I can hear her moving to one side, then squeak as I feel
something tracing circles on my arse.
I'm sucking on the penis gag with nerves, aware that the mono gloves and
my arms cover part of my arse.. she continues to stroke with the tip of
the crop and I start to tremble. Worst of all is I can feel my cock
starting to stiffen... oh this is embarrassing. I wish I could see.. I
wish I could stop sucking on this cock gag.. I.. I wish..
I squeal as the crop strikes my arse, once, twice... more stroking and
then a third time. I'm drooling around the gag now.. then another blow
this time in the back of my knee. "Bitch needs to kneel now."
I groan and carefully sink down on my knee, then lower the other. It's so
hard blindfolded and bound. My heart drops a little as Mistress Thorne
attaches my arm-binder to my ankles again.
However she does return to the front and unfasten the blindfold, and
slowly pull it away... I blink in the sudden brightness and look at
Mistress Thorne. She's wearing a light satin wrap, in burgundy, and
nothing else. Her hair is tied back and she's looking straight at me, one
white eye, one ice blue... her pale skin looks flawless.. and as she
slowly slides out of the wrap letting it pool on the floor.. and letting
me see all of her body.
"Hmm.. I can see the bitch likes that," she says looking down, between my
legs, and sliding her hand between her own, "And I know she'd like
this..."
I groan as she takes the hand and presses it to her lips, and uses her
other hand to caress her breasts.. they're not big, B cups I think, but
they're... perfect.
"And since everyone knows horny slut bitches like to watch themselves get
dressed, I'm sure they enjoy watching their Mistress's get dressed
right?" she gently pinches her own nipple before turning to a pile of
black leather on the couch, "So.. shall we begin?"
She turns to the pile showing her back to me, and bends over at the hips
showing her arse.. shit she's toned, she must work out a lot... slim but
when she flexes.. oh.
She turns back to me holding a leather basque which she wraps around and
fastens easily behind her. It's tight around her waist but leaves her
breasts on display... looking at me she strokes her breast again, "Next
corset you wear bitch must leave your nipples on display, understand?"
I groan yes, then blush as a small piece of drool escapes my mouth, and
drips onto my knee... I watch her watching it fall. "Such a nasty little
pervert aren't you bitch?"
I blush and groan some more, and watch as she pulls out a pair of
stockings. "And I know a little bitch likes these..."
I watch her roll them into little doughnuts then gently, carefully ease
one up over her foot, then slide it up her leg. I'm mesmerised as she
eases the sheer material over her pale skin... and she knows it, teasing
me as she straightens them, attaches them to the garters of the basque...
then smooths them down once more. After she's done this with two legs, my
cock is rigid again... and she's revelling in my complete attention.
Next are a pair of boots... only calf high, but tight, showing off the
taught curves of her legs. Again these are unnecessarily smoothed out.
Next are a pair of leather gloves tugged up over her elbows and a thick
leather strap around her neck... "Hmm... so you like this look on me
bitch?"
She steps forwards and taps my erect cock with the toe of her boot, "Or
at least part of you does... hmm... let me re-do my make-up."
She struts away, into the bath room, and I wait unable to see her until
she walks back in. Eyes heavily ringed and with deep purple eye-shadow,
and matching lipstick. "Dominant enough for you bitch?"
I whimper wanting to nod as she walks up to me and leans over, a heady
sensual scent filling my senses, and strokes my cheek with the back of
her hand, "You like sucking on your cock don't you?"
I try and shake my head, and blush "Shush slut, don't lie to me... and it
is your cock you know? I had it made specially to your exact
dimensions..."
I groan, wishing I could somehow shrink away... or not be so exposed. The
penis gag is based on my own penis! Mistress Thorne laughs at my sudden
realisation, "The one in your ass is the same... and so is.. well.. I
have a question bitch. I am going to take out the gag and ask you one
question... just answer yes or no. Blink twice if you understand.
I blink and she unbuckles the gag and pulls it out, and dangling it from
her fingers asks, "Well bitch.. I want to fuck you in your pert sissy
ass, you ready?"
Trembling I moan, wanting this so much, yet also so scared, "Yes...
Mistress Thorne"
"Good bitch..." she says with a nod, then slaps my cheek making my eyes
water, "But what a slut! Putting out on a first date..."
I whimper, but remain as silent as I can, as I watch her produce a double
ended dildo. I watch as she carefully slides one end inside her self..
noting how slickly it slips there. Wow she must be horny... I watch
mesmerised as she straps it into place then walks back over to me.
"Time to suck cock again bitch.. my cock," I'm already opening my mouth
to accept it, but she grabs my fringe to tilt my head back and shove the
dildo deep into my mouth.
I gag a little as she eases her hold on my hair, but does not release it,
allowing me to close my mouth a little around the dildo and actually suck
it. Not that my actions make any difference, Mistress Thorne has decided
to fuck my face and there's nothing I can do about it... in fact, I don't
want to be able to do anything about it, other than squirm in my
bondage...
Soon enough though she tires of this and steps back, pulling the detailed
plastic cock out of my mouth... for a moment a line of my saliva links it
to my lips, which snaps to dribble onto my chin.
"I suppose you'll need your arms for this," she says sadly, the strap on
waving obscenely in front of my nose as she does so. "Such a shame..."
She squats in front of me to unfasten the buckles of the mono glove.. and
tug it down, allowing me to move them and gently ease the tension in
them. "Now no more of this silence bitch, speak if spoken to, and by the
way, if you use those to touch your cock bitch, you are in for a world of
pain."
"I understand Mistress Thorne..." Like I would... right now she is the
centre of my arousal.. my everything. I let her guide me to my feet and
unhitch the collar. She looks at it for a second as if thinking of
throwing it away, but obviously decides against that, and hooks a finger
through the loop on the collar to lead me to the bedroom...
"No I think we both need to refer to you as bitch tonight... understood?"
I squirm, "Yes Mistress Thorne, bitch understands," I whimper, feeling
and extra kick of embarrassment and arousal at my words.
She nods satisfied and moves on to her next order, "Hands together in
front bitch," I of course comply, allowing her to strap my wrists and
forearms together tight. "Climb onto the bed."
Blushing a little I lean forwards and crawl onto the bed, as well as I
can with my arms functioning as one unit only. The bet has heavy ornate
bed head and foot.. suitable for tying people to I note.
She orders me to crawl so my hands are at the foot of the bed, and makes
me stay there to watch her pouring proper lube over the strap on.
She steps up to me and leans in, kissing me over the bedstead. It's a
proper lovers kiss, and it feels so good that I ache as she pulls back
and whispers, "Scream as loud as you like bitch..."
And with that, and her dripping strap on she moves behind me onto the
bed. She hooks the leash to the back of the posture collar, and shifts my
stockinged legs so she can fit between them. I grunt and moan as she
pulls out the vibe from my arse and throws it on the floor... then.. then
I feel the head of the strap on between my cheeks, pressing against my
rosebud.. teasing it...
"Oh please..."I gasp as she presses against the opening another time,
then I squeal as she yanks on the leash and pushes the strap on deep
inside me... oh it's so good... and so filthy... I.. I'm a dirty dirty
pervert! I'm supposed to be a man.. .and I'm being fucked in the arse by
a beautiful dominatrix whilst tide up and looking even more feminine than
she does...
"What was that bitch?" she says thrusting inside me and I moan and
realise I was speaking under my breath. "Tell me!"
"B.. bitch is a dirty.. d.. dirty pervert..." I squeal, as she slowly
screws me in the arse, "Bitch was supposed t.. to be a man.. but now
bitch is a sissy being fucked in t.. the arse...."
I stop, I've run out of words.. or at least the ability to speak.. just
groaning and squealing as she continues to fuck my arse.
"Don't you dare cum bitch! Not until I give you permission!" she orders,
her own voice cracking a bit, she must be close, "If you want to be my
bitch you.. you have to.. to learn to follow.. my fucking orders..
right.. my.. bitch?"
"Yes Mistress!" I scream, my bound hands clutching the bedpost
desperately, as my arse continues to get pounded... it hurts, god it
hurts... but it feels so so good as well. "Oh.. please fuck your sissy
bitch hard Mistress!"
Oh fuck.. that makes he go harder, faster, making me squeal more, until
I'm so close to cumming, and trying so hard to hold off... finally she
reaches out and grabs my long hair, pulling on it, making me cry, "Cum
bitch! Cum for your Mistress Angel bitch!"
"Yes Mistress Thorne!" I squeal, as my cock twitches, my mind goes numb,
and great gobs of cum spurt out over the covers. Mistress Thorne
continues to pound my arse, shunting my body repeatedly before stopping
with a massive sigh...
I'm still groaning, fucked silly as I hear her unbuckle the dildo and.. I
presume pull it out of her as it's still deep within me. She yanks me
round with the collar, one of my knees lands in a puddle of my cum as I
turn to face her. She's lying on the bed, legs wide apart, crotch
glistening, "Your bitch mouth here now!" she commands pointing.
With my forearms bound together, manoeuvring is awkward, and my mind is
torn between the desire to please her, the desire to sleep... and the
classic sissy cum-down. It's still humiliating to remember what I am..
and what excites me...
But I press my lips against her pussy and start to lick and suck and
slurp... my technique is all shot to shit, but she doesn't seem to mind
as she tenses into a short series of screaming climaxes. I continue to
service her for a few moments, before she reaches down and grabs me by
the hair and hauls me up to her level...
I'm whimpering at the pain in my scalp but she brings my head into hers
and kisses me hard... and I melt into her again, feeling her hands move
to hold me tight, making me feel.. owned? Safe?
"What a good little shemale you are Angel," she says, releasing me,
moving me so my head rests against her neck.
"Thank you Mistress Thorne," I reply, nuzzling into her, feeling her
gently stroke my hair.
"And not a bad fuck either," she says chuckling. "But now.. I think I
need to shower again, and hose you down. Did you pack an overnight bag?"
"N.. no..." I murmur. "I.. I didn't think I.. I'd get this lucky..."
"Lucky?" she says with a chuckle, "What I've done to you makes you feel
lucky? My my.. you are a little slut aren't you?"
"A little pain slut Mistress," I correct her, "A.. and that's why you
like me..."
"Part of.," she says, shifting me again so she can kiss my lips. "Part of
why I like you, but only part of it."
I blush, and she chuckles before unfastening the heavy posture collar,
and I whisper, "Thank you Mistress Thorne."
She laughs and strokes my pale neck, making me shiver. "Hmm.. we might
have to put a permanent collar on here though one day..."
I blush again, and she laughs, sliding off the bed. She helps me up then
spins me round, unfastening my lingerie and then my arms, "Go shower now
slut, use the stuff in the pink tube.. I'll rustle up something for you
to wear..."
"Thank you Mistress," I reply, and hurry to the shower and revel in the
stream of hot water. The pink stuff smells nice.. but two flowery for
Mistress Thorne. Perfect for her little bitch though... ohh.. the thought
of that being my official role makes me tremble.
I get out and wrap a white fluffy towel around me, and look up to see
Mistress standing there with a pale blue nightie and stockings, "Suitable
for you?"
"They're lovely, where did you get them?" I ask reaching out to take
them.
"A little present for my date," she grins. "For some reason I thought I'd
see how it went before giving them to you."
"They're lovely, just a moment..." I dry myself quickly, glad I didn't
wash my hair, then slip into the nightie, revelling at the feel of the
silk on my skin, "No panties Mistress?"
She just raises an eyebrow and I blush, covering my embarrassment by
straightening the nightie, and then pulling up the stay up stockings.
"It's wonderful Mistress, thank you!"
I scamper up to her, put my arms around her neck and kiss her hard...
there's a split second pause before she responds and kisses me back.
"Thanks accepted, now get into bed and try and get some sleep... I'll
join you after I've cleaned up."
"T.. thank you Mistress.. but.. I.. err..." I flush, even after
everything, this last comment is a little weird, "I.. I can't sleep
unless I'm in.. b.. bondage"
"Oh really? Preferably tight inescapable bondage I presume?" she says,
and I nod, embarrassed. "Oh very well.. if I must...."
I squirm at her exaggerated sigh, but swiftly she has some straps in her
hand. "Hands in front Angel."
"Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply and meekly hold my hands up for her,
blushing as she straps my wrists together, followed by one above and one
below my elbows...
"Not too tight?" she asks, readying some more.
"No Mistress, they've fine," I reply blushing as she squats down to strap
my ankles and knee's together....
I squeal as she sweeps me off my feet to deposit me on the bed, where I
squirm helplessly trying to face her. "Wow... I..."
She laughs. "I do martial art's Angel, it keeps me in shape.. and I'm
very good."
"Of course you are Mistress..." I reply, though suddenly, lying on the
bed I'm starting to drift off.. I barely hear her reply.. and certainly
don't hear her get in or out of the shower.. .
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