Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2
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The Performance, Part One free porn video
Even after two years of training, by evening my feet, encased in these
wicked high heels, cried out in anguish. After hand washing and setting
the last dish away to dry I took a moment to grab the edge of the counter
and alternatively lift each leg, rotating my ankle and sighing in
pleasure as the pressure was temporarily relieved.
Though Mistress and Sir had already retired to the upstairs bedroom I
didn't dare to sit. As it was I've already been still for too long, and
began making my way to the closest mirror so I could touch up my hair and
makeup, even though I would soon be heading to my room, a renovated walk
in closet, to get some restless sleep as my nocturnal erections struggled
against its metal confinement.
"Sissy," Mistress called down from her room. "Have you finished your
chores yet?"
Straightening up, even though she couldn't see me I quickly replied and
curtsied deeply. "Mistress, yes I have, Mistress!"
I heard low talking and a giggle before she called down again. "Then
mince your little sissy butt up here, unless you want to wait another six
months to be unlocked from chastity..." She laughed loudly as my scurrying
steps echoed through the house.
***
Sir and Mistress both lay nude on the bed, massaging and nibbling at each
other's tanned skin while I stood in the corner, head bowed. After a
humiliating ten minute ritual of begging Sir to unlock my "tiny pathetic
clit" my cock cage sat in pieces on the nightstand as Mistress decided
exactly what my sexual release would entail.
Though I knew it would be embarrassing I still longed for an orgasm, but
I tried not to get my hopes up too much. It was still very possible that
Mistress was teasing me, and would quickly lock me back up before sending
me down to my room with just the fading memory of a brief non-sexual
release.
Currently I had to keep my wrists limp near my shoulders and stay
absolutely still so that there would be no unauthorized touching of my
urgently pleading appendage.
Finally Mistress looked towards me, her eyes bright, that wicked smile
turning up the corner of her mouth. "How about...'Performance Position'!"
My knees almost buckled and I stumbled on my heels, my dress rustling
loudly. I caught myself, and cheeks flushing anew I forced a smile while
hopping and daintily clapping, petticoats bouncing around my naked,
shaved groin. "Oh yes, Mistress, this sissy would love to entertain you
both in that way!" Despite the humiliation, after being free from the
steel grip of chastity for the first time in months the exaggerated
movements caused my member to betray me, growing rock hard to protrude
obscenely from the ultrashort hem.
Mistress laughed behind her hands as she eyed my obvious arousal. "I knew
you would like that. All sissies enjoy debasing themselves for the
amusement of others." She purred and leaned back against Sir, moaning
slightly as he began fondling her intimate areas. "You thought she was
pathetic before," she softly said to him. "but wait until you see this
display of ridiculousness!"
She eyed me devilishly, barely able to speak from Sirs ministrations
"Well, we're waiting..."
Fighting to swallow the lump in my throat as tears moistened the corners
of my eyes, I smiled and began removing my dress, an ordeal in itself but
made all the more complicated by the dainty movements.
Holding one limp wrist out to the side the other began untying the myriad
of bows and ribbons that kept me encased, each item needing to be
carefully folded and placed aside while remembering to wiggle my hips.
It was practically a dance, a striptease that might be sexy if my bobbing
cock and the "little girl" mannerisms required didn't make it a lewd
perversion.
Finally I was able to carefully slide the dress down my body so I could
step out of it, at which point I bent at the waist to retrieve it and
place it on the conveniently placed wall hook near my Punishment Corner.
My pink lacy corset would stay on, along with my sky high heels and
nylons. Mistress doesn't believe in Sissies orgasming with dignity. I may
finally be allowed one but my discomfort would be another reminder that
this was about their pleasure, not mine.
With Sir laying with his head near the foot of the bed, Mistress started
orally pleasing him but her eyes followed me as I slowly made my way over
to the other side of the large bed and laid down so that my butt was near
the headboard.
On my back, I began working my smooth legs up the wall vertically. Sir,
realizing what was about to happen, laughed heartily while grabbing a
handful of Mistress's hair, urging himself deeper down her throat.
I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the large ceiling mounted
mirror. It was originally mounted for Sirs pleasure but also had the side
effect of increasing my humiliation as I witnessed the setup for my
performance.
With a pop, Sirs cock fell from her mouth and she straddled him in a
reverse cowgirl position so that she was facing me. He groaned as she
slowly guided his tool into her.
At this point most of my weight was now on my neck, arms at my side
helping with support as the backside of my body hugged the wall.
"Right here, Sissy," Mistress giggled, patting her shoulders.
Slowly, so as not to lose my balance, I let my legs fall away from the
wall. Mistress caught the pointy toes of my pumps and guided me down so
that my shins rested on either side of her head, leaving me contorted in
a way that left my hardening clit pointing straight down, mere inches
away from my exposed and heavily made up face.
"Start stroking," she demanded firmly, a throaty edge to her voice.
I wrapped my fingers around my appendage, finally able to grasp the full
length of myself for the first time in as many months. Absently noticing
the pink nail extensions contrasting with my skin, with just a seconds
hesitation I started reciprocating my fist slowly, my other arm
struggling to keep me balanced.
And this was 'Performance Position', where my complete emasculation was
put on display in the most degrading way possible. Fully feminized,
apparent to anyone in the world what I was doing; jacking myself off into
my own face.
Mistress began slowly grinding on Sirs lap, biting her lip as she watched
me. "Oh yeah, stroke that little nub like a bitch. Faster!"
I complied, hardening with every movement.
After a few moments Sir patted her full butt and said with a toothy grin,
"Hey babe, why don't you give him, ah, her a hand?"
She looked back at him, slightly incredulous. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said between grunts as he lightly thrust into her. "Right now
she's just beating off. If you participate it'll really drive home the
point that this is the best sex she can expect now."
She giggled. "Mmm, I like the way you think." Turning to me she
continued. "How about that Prissy? You're in for a special treat, aren't
you? How long has it been since I touched that little thing? Two years?"
"Y-yes Mistress." I was almost panting in anticipation. As pathetic as it
was, the thought of her touching me so intimately again was starting to
make me feel giddy.
She nonchalantly slapped my hand away and took a firm grip of my tool,
taking some time to repeatedly squeeze the shaft, just to the edge of
being painful. Seeing my eyes roll back at her touch made her laugh. "Oh,
somebody misses this, don't they? Mmm, remember when I used to stroke and
suck you like a real man? How I would start sliding my tongue up and
down, right around here?"
With a pinky she slowly rubbed the back of my shaft, right near the tip,
and my lips parted in a moan. "Well don't get your hopes up, that will
never happen again!"
And without ceremony she adjusted her grip and began stroking me in
earnest. I almost forgot the awkward position I was in and the
consequences that would soon follow as I reveled in the sensations and
became harder than I can ever remember being in my life.
Sensing that I was starting to get lost in the pleasure she began a
verbal tirade to put me back in my place. "God, thinking about how I used
to let you inside me makes me sick! To think I used to let you plow deep
into me with this tiny clit of yours. But that wasn't enough for you, was
it? You wanted to play dress up and pretend to be some caricature of
womanhood instead. what a revolting little pervert!" Her oscillations
increased, her fist painfully hitting my pelvis on each upward stroke as
she angrily milked me, making sure my slit was always pointing right at
my gaping mouth. She began moaning as Sir also picked up his forceful
pace but continued speaking between gasps.
"Oh god, yes...You pathetic pansy, was it worth it? You'll never fuck
some innocent girl ever again! Maybe I should make you cum this way for
the rest of your life. You'd like that you little degenerate, wouldn't
you? Instead of cumming forcefully into a pussy like a normal man, you'll
get to earn the privilege of spasming in the empty air while dribbling
into your own mouth!"
Her anger dissolved into fits of laughter as her other hand ran through
her hair, arching her head back as her pleasure began reaching its
crescendo, the slapping sounds of Sirs thrusts reverberating in the air.
And even though I hated myself for it, her biting words resonated and
vibrated my entire body as I felt my balls begin to tingle and tighten in
embarrassing anticipation.
Ever since that first accidental eruption into my mothers silky finery as
an innocently curious prepubescent, the door to any kind of normal life
as a man was firmly slammed shut as I sealed my fate with each subsequent
transvestite masturbatory session, forever linking my arousal with shame
and degradation. Over time my dopamine soaked brain strived for greater
highs the only way it knew how; with increasingly greater levels of
feminization and humiliation.
*
Continued in Part Two, before the "climax" Sissy flashes back to an
important event that set her on this path. There's also a bit of a twist
regarding the relationship between Sissy and her Mistress. But why wait?
Both parts of the story are complete and combined in 'Sissy Humiliation:
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