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My wife Cherie and I had been married for just over a year when she dropped the bombshell that her daughter was coming to live with us. Cherie had told me she had a daughter to her first husband before we were married but Marcia was twenty-five and had a career as a dancer, so why did she have to move in with us? As it turned out she had lost her job and was low on cash so mummy ......and step daddy were bailing her out. I had not even met her until she arrived two weeks ago, now that was a shock. I could tell why she was a dancer; she had a body to die for. Rather embarrassingly when I first met her she gave me a hard on fit to burst much to my shame. She settled in as if she owned the place and much to my dismay wanted to be waited on hand and foot by us, well mainly me! Now I was going to be on my own with her for a week! "Why do you have to go," I complained. "Because I am the one that brokered the deal, the clients want me to go. Besides I am only away for a week." "What about Marcia...I know next to nothing about her." "Well think of this as a stepfather, stepdaughter bonding week," she grinned. "Oh great, I think she doesn't like me much." "Nonsense.....anyway she has a new job so she will be at work at night and sleeping through the day....the first time you will see her will be at the weekend, and I will be home soon after that." "But....." "You always go away to conferences leaving me on my own....well it's my turn.....now my taxi is here so see you in a week." She kissed me and rushed out of the door leaving me on my own. Marcia was at work so I would not see her that evening, in fact as Cherie had said I did not see her for most of the week. I knew she was a dancer at a night club in San Francisco with a rather shady reputation, Cherie was not happy that Marcia was working there but what could she do her daughter was an adult! I finally saw Marcia the following Saturday. She had slept all day but just as I settled down to watch a football game she appeared. She had on skin tight shorts that were cut high to reveal plenty of leg, and a tight bodice that flaunted her tits to great effect! "Oh hello how are you doing?" I tried to be polite and tried very hard not to let my gaze drop to her cleavage which was very blatantly on display. I could see she was amused by how uncomfortable she made me. In fact her whole outfit was one of provocation; I would have preferred her in jeans and t-shirt since she was my step daughter. The lustful thoughts I was having due to her shameless attire had me squirming under her gaze. I quickly returned my attention to the TV. "Hello.....daddy," she murmured seductively. "Hey just call me Dave.....cause I'm not your dad," I countered nervously. She stood and lithely swaggered to the TV and switched channels much to my annoyance. She then picked up the video remote. "Ohh....but you are sooo much more than that," she stated mysteriously. She then pressed a button as I started to argue, what I saw on the screen stopped me in my tracks. There I was strapped to a bondage horse completely naked. Two leather clad men then beat me until I begged to have my mouth and........sissy pussy fucked. Let me explain, I am a submissive to male and female doms. I had never fulfilled my fantasy of being a sub to a man until a business trip in San Francisco about a year ago, in fact just before I met Cherie. I had been invited to be the slave of a professional dom, Mistress Samantha who having had me reveal all my dirtiest secrets decided to play one of them out. I had to admit it was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life and I paid her double her tribute and promised to visit her next time I was back there. On the screen I was taking my first cock as the camera moved to reveal that I was hard and dripping pre-cum. The camera work was of course done Mistress Samantha, she then moved in close as the second cock slid into my sissy pussy and I could be heard groaning in ecstasy. I looked from the screen into Marcia's grinning face and realised she would soon be Mistress Marcia. She turned and headed to her bedroom. "Watch the complete show and then come to my bedroom," she ordered. Nervously I watched the whole show my cock rock hard remembering the day. Mistress Samantha had given me the tape and said it was the only copy so where had Marcia got this from I wondered. When it had finished I switched it off and hid the tape so that Cherie would not find it and headed nervously to Marcia's room. On entering I was shocked to find her now naked her back to me kneeling on the bed. She was facing a full length mirror so I immediately saw her nubile naked body. One hand stroking her ample breasts the other between her legs. "Marcia...I....." "There will be no negotiations...no explaining, unless you want me to tell mum that you are a faggot and show her the evidence? otherwise you will do everything I say...understand? Not only that if this were to get to your family and friends.....well.....and as for the people in this hick town.....you would be the laughing stock," she smirked. "Yes," I murmured knowing full well she had me by the balls. "Good....you will also address me as Mistress." "Yes Mistress," I met her gaze in the mirror then dropped it knowing she was now my Mistress and superior. To my shame my cock was rock hard, but then It was a fantasy of mine to be dominated by a young mistress, in some way so much more humiliating and hence more exciting for my submissive nature. "Strip......and then crawl to me and worship my feet," she commanded. I did as she bid blushing even redder when she noted my erection. "It seems you enjoy being dominated....although it's not very big..." she snickered. "However do you satisfy mum with a tiny dick like that? I know my real Dad was well hung." I glanced at her reflection in the mirror and noted the look of satisfaction as her humiliating comments struck home. However it in no way stopped me from still remaining rock hard. To hide my embarrassingly small erection I got to my knees and crawled to the bed. The way she was knelt I had access to the soles of her feet so I began to kiss and lick them. She sighed, a sigh of complete satisfaction knowing she had me right where she wanted.....literally at her feet. "Oh daddy I have so many plans for you." My cock throbbing, I continued my worship and occasionally looked adoringly at her pert bottom, I wondered if I was going to be allowed to worship that as well. That question was answered when I had kissed and licked the whole of each foot. "Good slave...I think you may now worship my bottom....start by kissing," she ordered. Gladly I moved to kissing her pert bottom, it was soft and warm and as I neared the dark crease subtly scented. I reveled in both the scent and my current actions, as it was being made to kiss the bottom of a girl half my age! My cock throbbed and I longed to bury my face in that dark crease. She must have realised this because she reached round and parted her bottom cheeks. I knew I needed no invitation and my tongue shot out finding her hot puckered hole, it tasted dark and delicious! Since she was sitting on her haunches it was difficult to get my tongue any lower than her puckered hole but I was more than happy delving my tongue into her tight hole. I knew if I could please her then maybe I could progress to pussy worship. My wife was always impressed with my oral skills and suddenly it hit me that that was maybe why she had put up with my tiny cock. In fact I realised that I had fucked my wife with my tongue more than I had fucked her with my cock. This thought had my cock throbbing fit to bust and dribbling profusely. "Enough slave kneel by the bed....eyes down...." she ordered. "You are quite the ass licker....so much so I am in need of relief..... you slut!" she giggled. As I adopted the position I heard her move on the bed. "Time to assess you oral skills.....come here slave," she demanded. I looked up preparing to get on the bed and crawl between her legs. However when I did look up I got a big surprise! Big, as in an eight inch rock hard cock! Mistress Marcia......Cherie's daughter was in fact a shemale! I just sat for a few seconds taking in this revelation then my gaze crept up to look into Mistress Marcia's face. She was watching me intently with a wicked grin on her face. "Well Daddy, I'm sure you are not new to the sight of a hard cock!...." she snickered. "Well not considering the video.....and that was not your first time I'm guessing," she teased. "But it was...." I tried to defend myself. The look I got from Mistress Marcia told me she did not believe me. Also when her gaze dropping to the tiny erection between my legs I knew she understood exactly how I ticked. "Well what are you waiting for....no wait....beg like you did in the video," she snickered. Burning bright red with shame, my cock dripping profusely I debased myself even more before my step daughter. "Please, Mistress Marcia....Please allow me to worship your wonderful cock and balls. Allow me to be your sissy cum slut and taste your spunk....Please....oh...please!" I begged. Laughing fit to burst she ordered me between her legs. I started by nuzzling her hairless balls. It was however a far stranger experience than when I had been forced to suck a man's cock. Whereas he was sweaty, hairy and tasted very manly, she tasted of flowers and her balls were hairless. This did not make the whole experience any less humiliating in fact it was doubly so which of course had the effect of driving me wild with submissive pleasure! I licked and kissed my way up her cock and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip. As I did this I looked into her eyes and blushed at the dominant nature of the returned gaze. Knowing she wanted me to suck it I took as much as I could, about five of the eight inches before the gag reflex kicked in. She however did not press for me to take the whole thing unlike my last cock sucking experience. "We shall have to work on your deep throat technique," she quipped. So I adopted a steady rhythm whilst massaging her balls, fortunately it seemed the excitement of dominating her step dad meant she did not last lost and was soon shooting sticky ropes of spunk into my mouth. I swallowed tasting the metallic salty taste of her spunk and to my shame relishing it, or should I say the fact I was being made to do this! "Well done Daddy....you're quite the cock sucker.....need a little practice....but I know you can take me balls deep....judging by the video," she winked. I blushed bright red and the memory of that face fucking came back, my cock throbbed so much! "Well that is your sissy mouth used now time to try your...how did you put it Sissy Pussy??," she snickered. "Now let me see should I fuck you like the bitch you are or on your back like a willing little girl?," she mused. "You choose," she ordered with a giggle. "On hands and knees please Mistress," I simpered. "No ask correctly," she demanded. "Please Mistress Marcia; please fuck me like the bitch I am." She then ordered me onto the bed on all fours, I had chosen this position so that I did not have to suffer the humiliation of looking into her eyes whilst she filled me with her cock but she positioned me facing the mirror so I realised it was going to happen any way! She looked at my reflection and winked. "That's right I still get to look you in the eyes as I fill you with cock!....daddy dear," she laughed. I watched as she slowly applied lubrication to both her cock and then my sissy pussy. I felt the bulbous head push against my pussy lips and knew better than to tense. Because I did relax it slipped inside with only the slightest pain. Again I reflected back to the brutal fucking I had received in San Francisco. At the time it had been brutally painful but I was in such a sub space it had been pleasurable at the same time. This fucking I realised was going to be a lot less painful but more humiliating because of the situation. Slowly she impaled me on her cock and when her balls touched mine she paused. All too soon I felt the need to move, to push, to wiggle. As I did so she started laughing. "You are quite the faggot bitch.....I am going to love playing with you." She then proceeded to fuck me long and slow, finally fucking me with gusto as her climax overcame her. For me I was left frustrated and humiliated but at least the fucking had become pleasurable towards the end. Having had her fill she slumped down on the bed and dozed for a few minutes satiated. Not sure what she wanted from me next I moved between her legs and cleaned her sex slimed and now limp cock. Just as I had finished she stirred. "Good slave......." She looked around and then found a pair of discarded red panties; she thrust them in my face. "Put them on, I don't want you leaking spunk everywhere and besides they will hide that pathetic cock," she snickered. I was then ordered to fetch her a beer. I spent the rest of Saturday and well into the early hours as her personal slave dressed only in the panties. They were only pulled down when she used my sissy pussy, which she did twice more before going to sleep. I was made to sleep at the foot of her bed just in case she needed anything. Sunday morning i realised my ordeal was nearly over Cherie would be home about lunchtime. However my humiliation was not yet complete at the hands of my step daughter. When she woke she immediately called me to the side of the bed and had me kneel. She stood her legs either side of my face and ordered. "Open wide slave, and don't spill a drop." I of course knew what was coming and blushed profusely, the ultimate degradation, made to drink her urine. My cock was rock hard because this again was a private fantasy, one I thought I would never fulfill. Well it seemed like Mistress Marcia had other ideas. The stream was slow to start with so I had the chance to really taste her. It was hot and acidic but it had my pulse quickening and my cock throbbing. She sneered down at me noting my reaction and then she let the flood gates open, then I had to gulp as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Fortunately I managed to take it all without either drowning or spilling any. "Now go brush your teeth....and fix breakfast," she ordered. I spent the morning running after her still clad only in her knickers right up until an hour before Cherie was due home, in the end I had to beg to put on my male clothes which Mistress Marcia allowed with an exception. "Leave the panties on...in fact you will wear them all the time under your male clothes," she ordered. "But what about Cherie...when we go to bed......make love," I argued. "Sex......when did you last have sex with mum," she snickered. I blushed realising I had to think when I had last had sex, I licked her pussy on a regular basis, but full on sex. Mistress Marcia snickered at my embarrassed silence. "Probably because of your tiny dick!" Less than an hour later Cherie arrived home and the household sort of returned to normal. I prepared dinner and waited on them both and then we sat to eat. Rather frustratingly Mistress Marcia sat opposite me and rubbed her foot in my groin all the way through the meal. It was extremely hard to hold a normal conversation under these conditions and Mistress Marcia's wicked grin told me that was her exact intention. After the meal Mistress Marcia went to her room and Cherie and I relaxed in front of the TV with a bottle of wine. I could see Cherie had something on her mind but it took most of the evening and half a bottle of wine before she was ready. "Seems like you and Marcia are getting on," said Cherie. "Yeah she is a good girl and we got to know each other a little better." She sat up looking quite serious. "Listen, I have a confession to make......." "Okay I'm listening," I replied hesitantly. "Well it's about Marcia, you she when she was younger she was a problem child.....she.....well...she was actually born a boy...." She paused to gauge my reaction. I had to feint surprise but show that I understood, seeing my reaction she carried on. "At the start of her early teens she insisted she was a girl. We took her to several shrinks and most said it was adolescence or a passing phase, however somehow she managed to get a supply of hormones and started the change herself. Once we found out all we could do was support her........Well I did, my mutt of a previous husband couldn't take it and left us calling Marcia a fag!..." I nodded my head sympathetically but wondered just what Cherie would think of the manipulative scheming side of her daughter, I kept quiet of course. "So I'm sorry for not telling you earlier but I was not sure how you would be, now she is staying with us for a while I thought you would like to know." "Look this changes nothing, if she decides to reveal this secret to me later so be it otherwise I have no problem with it." Cherie looked relieved and hugged me, kissing me with gratitude. "Thank you for your understanding...now if you don't mind it has been a long day. I'm going to hit the sack," she kissed me and headed for bed. I gave her a few minutes so that I could get changed without her seeing the knickers and headed for the bedroom however I was intercepted by Mistress Marcia. "Come with me," she ordered simply. I followed her back into the living room. "Strip bitch!" she ordered. "But I can't.........Cherie is upstairs." "Come on we both know mum pops a couple of sleeping pills and is dead to the world," she quipped. I had to admit she was right but really wanted to head upstairs first just to ensure she had, however Mistress Marcia's cold stare had me stripping. She waltzed to the couch and slumped down lifting her skirt to reveal she had no knickers on. "Suck my balls!" she demanded. As I moved between her legs she switched on the TV and put on a music channel, I minced at how loud it was worried that Cherie would appear at any minute. Mistress Marcia had me worship her cock and balls for the next two hours. Frustratingly I was not allowed to suck her cock and make her cum, which I really wanted to do to get it over with. No she had me suck her balls and kiss her cock; I was only allowed to lick off the steady drip of pre-cum as I aroused her to a frenzied state. Finally she fucked my face shooting her spunk into my mouth. "Go straight to bed Daddy...." she giggled. "I want the taste of my spunk to be that last and first thing you taste from now on." With that she sauntered to her own bedroom, I slunk to mine and having put on a pair of pajama bottoms just in case slipped into bed beside my wife. The next week I did not see Mistress Marcia as she worked late but as the weekend grew near I started to fret, wondering what new humiliation Mistress Marcia would inflict on me. This was magnified tenfold when Mistress Marcia slipped me a note Friday night, it read:. "I want your sissy pussy nice and clean for the weekend bitch! I suggest an enema...no make it two. And when you are done make sure you lube it! I want it nice and wet when I use it." Saturday Mistress Marcia slept in until the afternoon much to my relief. I got on with the household chores whilst Cherie went into town shopping. Midafternoon I was just washing a sink of pots when I heard Mistress Marcia enter the kitchen. I turned to ask her if she wanted anything but she grabbed my hips and thrust me against the sink. "It's so damned hard to take a piss when you have a boner....." she growled in my ear. "Drop your pants daddy dear." I wanted to resist, wanted to tell her Cherie could be home soon but I knew she did not give a damn. In fact it seemed to excite her and petrify me, although my cock said otherwise. I undid my belt and allowed my jeans and knickers to fall to me ankles. "Good bitch......mmmm...and I see someone is wet......have you been longing for me to wake up and come and fuck you?" "Yes Mistress Marcia." She grabbed my hips and without pause slammed her cock into my sissy pussy and began to fuck me! I yelped at the assault but loved the feeling of my cock as it rubbed against the sink I was also glad I had used plenty of lube. "Look out of the window daddy dear at suburbia....." I did as she ordered noticing neighbors washing cars and walking dogs, with a submissive thrill I hoped none of them looked in at my sex slack face! "Here you are hands in the sink of pots whilst your twenty-five year old step-daughter fucks your ass! How pathetic are you.....my sissy bitch?" She began to thrust harder enjoying turning the screw and humiliating me more, I also began to pant as my frustrated cock rubbed against the sink, unfortunately she noticed. "Oh no you don't bitch!" She grabbed my hips and pulled me away from the sink much to my despair. She then growled her climax and filled me with spunk. Feeling used and abused I pulled up my knickers and jeans and realised she was standing waiting. Realising my error I hurriedly got to me knees and cleaned her now soft sex slimed cock. Just as I was finishing she grabbed my head and sighed. "Ahhhhhh that's better." I had to gulp quickly to take the hot stream of urine as she relived herself into my mouth. "Better brush your teeth before you kiss mum......and make me some breakfast," she ordered. I had just finished serving her when Cherie arrived home. "Breakfast in bed....someone is getting spoilt," she quipped. "I'll have the same tomorrow," she laughed. Once again I made dinner for the girls waited on them and then did the dishes. Thankfully Mistress Marcia was going out so I had the night to myself but before she left Mistress Marcia left her orders. "Make sure you're ready for service by my bed first thing tomorrow morning." I made to protest but she stopped me. "Mum sleeps in late so I will have plenty to play.....see you at eight." She waltzed out. The following morning I was by her bed at eight. I was used as her toilet and then she fucked my sissy pussy after which she went back to sleep with the command to wake her with breakfast around ten. Fortunately Mistress Marcia did not get another chance to abuse me during the day but as I was headed for bed she stopped me. "I rather like the fact I have a cock sucker on tap.....so I want you to set your alarm for four in the morning. I want you kneeling ready to be my bitch when I get home from work." She winked and headed for bed herself. I went to work as usual the next day and enjoyed the evening with Cherie. As yet she had still not wanted sex but she still wanted me to lick her pussy, I must admit the ladies in my life certainly seemed to want me to have extremely blue balls! Tuesday morning saw me kneeling in Mistress Marcia's bedroom waiting for her to come home. She did not bat an eyelid when she saw me kneeling in wait, she simply stripped naked and moved to the bed bending over. "Get you sissy tongue in my ass bitch!" she growled. I crawled between her let's and immediately realised she had recently had sex both by the smell and the sticky cream around her puckered hole. She must have noticed my hesitation. "Get on with it bitch!" So with a slightly queasy feeling and to my shame a rock hard cock I began to lick. The taste was not unduly bad, salty and metallic....spunk I was guessing with a slightly darker after taste which would be Mistress Marcia's pussy. Soon I had her licked clean the taste completely filling my senses and driving me wild with frustration, satisfied with my ass licking she had me clean her cock. As I started on her balls she looked down at me. "As you might have guessed me and my boyfriend have just had a fantastic fuck session." Her cock pretty much tasted like her pussy and very quickly I had it glistening with my saliva. Once again satisfied she pushed me aside and collapsed on the bed. "Off you go loser......back to mummy," she murmured half asleep. This continued for a couple of months, Mistress Marcia would fuck me any chance she got using either my mouth or sissy pussy. I had gotten used to both the taste of her sex sessions with her lovers and my blue balls. Then out of the blue an opportunity for relief presented itself. Mistress Marcia was going to her lover's cabin in the woods for the weekend. I thought nothing of it except that I would not be getting fucked by her that weekend; it was a conversation with Cherie. "Darling......I know we haven't had sex in a while......well except you licking my pussy....." she laughed. "I find it strange with Marcia around......well she is away for the weekend. Why don't we go out for a nice meal Saturday night.......and when we get back....." She left the sentence hanging but I knew exactly what she meant especially as she rubbed my always hard cock through my jeans, it took all my willpower not to soil my panties. I realised that I had to tell Mistress Marcia because after nearly three months I was finally going to get to cum and hence empty my blue balls.. Not sure when to tell her I decided to leave it until just before she left for the cabin Friday night. When I spoke to her she initially sneered at me....then she spoke. "Well I can't do anything about mum wanting a fuck.....although god knows why considering it's size......." Then a nasty grin crept across her face. "Although good look with managing more than one stroke......stud," she snickered heading out of the door. I realised what she meant...there was no way I was going to last more than a few seconds after three months of blue balls. Then I realised I had Friday night, I could pleasure myself and take off Mistress Marcia's panties. Just as this thought popped into my head my phone chimed, it was a text from Mistress Marcia. "Don't even think of wanking before the main event bitch.......and the panties stay on until the last minute. So that I know you have not disobeyed me from now until your pathetic performance you will take a picture of your panty covered balls every hour. Make sure you add the time stamp so I know you are not taking them in advance.......later wimp!" I could not believe it how did she know....well it was simple I am completely desperate and totally pathetic. So with Mistress Marcia's orders I arrived home Saturday night desperate for release but dreading the coming sex. Fortunately Cherie headed to the bathroom to freshen up before we started so I managed to remove my clothes and hide the telltale panties. Cherie appeared from the bathroom a few moments later and my cock throbbed at the sight of her mature and shapely body. Her curves deliciously ripe, causing my mouth to water. She noticed this and blushed at my hungry roving stare. "Lick my pussy," she murmured lounging on the bed. I gladly complied burying my face between her meaty thighs. The scent was heavenly, the pungent smell of an excited female. I lapped avidly at the sticky juiced oozing from her pussy lips, reveling in the taste. My tongue flicking out to find her hard nub of a clit and play. As I did this two fingers slid gently into her molten hot pussy. Once there they found the sweet spot that had Cherie wriggling and gasping. Those two fingers brought her to her first climax. A third finger followed then a fourth, and gently they began to thrust in and out. "Oh....yes.....fuck me," she gasped. Emboldened by the fact she was so deliciously wet I wetted my thumb as well and then slipped it in alongside the fingers. She gasped and bucked as they slipped in to the knuckles. She seemed to be close to something big so I gently applied a little pressure. As I did this the whole of my fist slipped inside. She gave a scream of pure animal pleasure and began to buck on my hand. I did nothing just watched amazed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Finally after what seemed like minutes the spasms subsided and she was left gasping. Gently I extricated my fingers amazed and happy at what I had just done for my wife. "Holy mother......" she exclaimed. "Boy am I ready for a fuck now." She sat up and took hold of my rock hard cock. "I want this bad boy.......ohhhhh." I could not help it; the first intimate touch of my cock in months had me shooting my load. However the shock of it meant Cherie let go! So my first climax in months was ruined as my cock spewed three months of spunk onto the bed without the pleasure of being caressed! I almost burst into tears with the frustration and shame. Cherie recovered first. "Well it seems someone is rather excited...." she grinned. "If you were saving up for me I think you over did it," she giggled. This took the sting out of the ruined climax but at least my cock was still hard, which she quickly noticed. "Well at least he is still ready for action," she said parting her legs. Needing no invitation I moved between her legs and slid into her sopping wet pussy. The fuck was good but strangely hollow considering I had just shot three months' worth of spunk! In the end I realised I was not going to cum in a hurry and I noticed Cherie was, dare I say it getting bored with my humping, so for the first time in my life I faked my orgasm. Exhausted we both slipped into sleep but as I did I consoled myself that tomorrow I would get another chance to fuck my wife. This plan was however sunk of course by Mistress Marcia. Shortly after breakfast she texted Cherie saying her boyfriend had dumped her and could she come and pick her up. Cherie looked across the table and smiled at me. "Could you go and get her sweet heart, you know I don't like the long drive to the cabin," she wheedled. "Yes dear," I said resigned to the fact I was not going to get any more sex for a while. I jumped straight into the car knowing it was a long drive and it would take me until late afternoon. As I drove I wondered if Mistress Marcia had planned this all along and that maybe today she was going to show me to her boyfriend. Maybe she was going to humiliate me even more by letting him fuck me. My heart beat faster at this thought and my cock got hard, I wished that I had managed to enjoy Saturdays climax. As expected I arrived just as it was getting dark, I pulled in front of the cabin and sounded the horn. Nothing happened, but I could see the lights were on so reluctantly I got out of the car and went to the door. My heart was beating like a jack hammer when I knocked. "GET IN HERE BITCH!" came the reply. Okay this was it, with a pounding heart and a throbbing cock I stepped inside. Mistress Marcia was stood by the fire place, the fire was almost out and she had a face like thunder. "YOU TOOK YOUR FUCKING TIME!......." she stormed. "STRIP!" she demanded. Nervously I stripped down to my knickers looking around as I did so. It appeared there was no one else in the cabin. "Lose the knickers as well bitch!....I just found out my boyfriend has been fucking someone else behind my back.....and I feel like taking it out on you......" I quickly shimmied out of the knickers not wanting to make her any angrier. "Now get over the table," she demanded. I moved to the dining table, it was a solid oak affair and would probably need four people to move it. She had prepared for my arrival by tying ropes to the four solid legs. As I bent over the table she quickly looped the ropes around my wrists and pulled them tight, she then knelt and tightly bound my ankles. I realised I was now completely at her mercy, the solid nature of the table meant there was no way I was getting loose until she untied me, to my shame my cock was rock hard! "Now bitch time to relieve some stress," she growled. I watched her move to the fireplace and recover a wicked looking riding crop. She swished it around for dramatic effect and I am sure to intimidate me, she then moved behind me. CRACK! The landed blow was brutal and vicious and had me screaming in pain. "Go on bitch scream all you like because there is no one around for miles," she laughed. CRACK!..CRACK!..CRACK!..CRACK!..CRACK!.. She laid into me starting at my bottom then traveling up my back, she then retraced her travel back down my body overlaying the previous stokes, and at one point the pain was so intense I managed to move the table! I screamed and screamed until I was hoarse, when finally she stopped panting with her excursions. "Isn't it about now that you beg to get your sissy pussy fucked," she sneered. "Please fuck my sissy pussy," I croaked. "With pleasure," she retorted. She then slammed her cock into my sissy pussy! Now I do not know if it was the adrenaline in my system from the beating or the pent up frustration but as soon as she was balls deep I shot my load. I bucked on her impaling cock and wailed my pleasure much to her amusement. "I don't believe it! you just shot your sissy juices all over the floor without me even touching you, you pathetic fag.....well that seals it, you are definitely no man." She began to fuck me with even more force and much to my surprise another orgasm began to build, a point noted by Mistress Marcia. She redoubled her efforts laughing hysterically as I humped myself against her cock and came again. She finally shot me full of spunk and I managed to cum a third time my balls feeling like they had been squeezed dry. Exhausted she flopped over the top of me and the sweat from her body reignited the fiery pain of the brutal whipping, my cock well it throbbed back to life. Her cock softened and slipped from my battered pussy. She stood and moved around the table presenting her cock to be cleaned, I did so without hesitation. She then sighed and I struggled to gulp down the gushing torrent of urine that filled my mouth. Once she was satisfied she sauntered off to get a shower leaving me to contemplate my fate. As I lay there the pain of the beating and the fucking slowly merging into one I realised I was broken. Yes she may have plenty of blackmail evidence but that did not matter. I was now completely hers.........her fuck slut....her sex toy....her sissy bitch and this realisation sunk in as her spunk dripped from my sissy pussy. Showered and dressed she untied me. "Lick that up." I quickly got to my knees and licked up my cold sissy juice from the floor. Yes sissy juice not spunk.......only men shoot spunk and I was certainly no man.....not at that moment in time. I was glad to obey Mistress Marcia's command and would do anything she asked from now on. I gingerly dressed and we headed home. Mistress Marcia slept all the way home and fortunately Cherie was asleep when we got in, I slipped into bed beside her having put on a full set of pajamas to cover my beating. After that day I went willing to Mistress Marcia's room each night to welcome her back from work with my hungry mouth or eager sissy pussy. To start with since she did not have a boyfriend I became her fuck sissy but pretty soon I was back to clean up duties after she was fucked by her latest boyfriend. Mistress Marcia further feminized me by insisting that I wear bra, and stockings under my male clothes. She had me buy my own knickers which I did willing going to the shop and not the internet and suffering the humiliation of asking the female assistant for frilly knickers to fit me. When we were alone she would put me into a corset lacing it bone crunchingly tight. It was the first time she made me wear the corset that she commented on my budding breasts. "Quite a nice pair of little titties you're growing," she quipped. I must admit I had noticed they were growing and the nipples were extremely sensitive. Cherie had also noticed asking me if I had been working out. However they did not look like manly specs....they were soft and round. Mistress Marcia noticed my confusion. "Well what did you expect when you eagerly guzzle down my hormone laden spunk!" She snickered. She then burst out laughing as my mouth and eyes shot open in shock. "Oh don't worry bitch you will not be getting tits the size of mine......unless I start forcing you to take hormones," a wicked grin split her lips. "Please....please...no," I whimpered. "Please....no," she mimicked. Fortunately I realised she was on too much of a good thing to do this. If I grew massive tits Cherie would find out I was her daughters bitch and her fun would be over. Belatedly I realised I should have done this right at the beginning and I would have not been where I was now. So here I am just about at my year anniversary of being my step daughter's sissy bitch. Currently I have not cum for four months and I think my wife Cherie is getting suspicious. Because I am not allowed to cum unless Mistress Marcia let me, which she never does every time I try for sex with Cherie I cum as soon as she touches me. At first she understood but after a couple of failed attempts she simply asked me to lick her pussy which I did willingly, luckily I love licking pussy but it is still frustrating. The week before this anniversary Cherie announced that she would be away for the weekend on a conference. I saw a wicked grin light up Mistress Marcia's face and I groaned inwardly. As soon as Cherie left Saturday Mistress Marcia ordered me to her bedroom, there on her bed I found my attire for the weekend. It was a pink PVC maids dress together with all the trimmings. Pink patent leather eight inch stilettos, white stockings with tiny pink heart motifs, pink frilly panties and a pink satin corset. "What do you say bitch" growled Mistress Marcia. "Thank you Mistress Marcia.....thank you for my wonderful new uniform," I simpered. To be honest I loved it and could not wait to try it on...I could even see a makeup bag to make myself pretty for her. "Don't worry bitch I will be making you work back every cent it cost me." She helped me into the corset and then left telling me to make it quick. "When you're done collect the bottle of wine from the fridge and meet me in the living room." I hurriedly stripped naked and then got dressed. My pulse was racing as I got into the dress, my cock throbbing fit to burst. I was hoping I would be able to please Mistress Marcia with this very effeminate sissy maid look. Taking the makeup bag I applied a foundation, subtle eye shadow and a pink glossy lipstick. Knowing I should not keep her waiting I did a final check and then collected the wine on a tray with a glass before heading for the living room. As I entered I stopped dead in my tracks nearly losing the tray. There, stood in the centre of the room was Cherie. She must have forgotten something and come back.....finding me in this ridiculous.....but wonderful PVC maids uniform. Then I spotted Mistress Marcia, rather strangely she was kneeling at Cherie's side. "My, my.....you have done well with her....slave....quite the obedient little maid." A wicked grin curved her lips. "Wait......Marcia......your daughter is your sl..." I stammered confused. "Well you are right on one count...You pathetic wimp......Marcia is my slave..." Cherie interrupted. She paused a chuckle escaping her lips at my astonishment. "But Marcia is not my daughter....she is in fact my ex-husband...... Marcus....he was a pathetic wimp just like you until I made her into something more useful.....Now I pimp her out to the rich clientele at my club. The same club I found you, fulfilling one of your perverted fantasies. When I saw you I knew I had to have you." I paled at this revelation but my cock remained rock hard, deep down I knew Mistress Cherie was going to be a cruel Mistress, but I wanted it more than anything in the world. To show my devotion I knelt before her and bowed my head. "Now that I have you trained I can sell Marcia, I have a customer that has been eager to have her for a few months now." At that moment the doorbell rang. "Ah that will be him now. Slut Marcia off you go......do exactly as your Master says he is now your new owner....oh and trust me you are not going to like your new life, he is quite a sadistic perverted pig!" she laughed. Without a word Mistress Marcia......or should I say Slave Marcia went to her fate. I looked up adoringly into Mistress Cherie's eyes and contemplated mine.