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Kayla loved to pop bubbles as she cleaned her master's house. Making big
bubbles from the wad of pink bubble gum she compulsively chewed as she
cleaned was the only way for her to relax when she wasn't serving per
primary purpose.
The urge was always there... the need... the craving. It made her locked
clitty throb. It made her asspussy frantically milk her master's large
plug forever buried in her ass when she wasn't being used.
It was her truth. It wasn't something commanded of her. It wasn't a
feeling that humiliated her or made her want to hide what she was. She
was so lucky to be the owned property of a master who let her be herself.
Let her own her truth and proudly display it.
For a moment, the feeling overcame her. She froze and arched her back,
thrusting her tight, round, black lace encased ass, and began creating a
massive bubble from her gum. Kayla needed to make the bubbles as big as
she could. She loved them. That was her "thing." They reminded her of so
many beautiful things. She was proud of how wide open and round she could
get her mouth to be as she pumped air into it. As it grew and grew, the
images of dozens of cocks pumping cum into her mouth played inside her
ditzy head. The anticipation was so intense for her as it grew bigger
than her head. It made her nipples harden. She couldn't help but coo as
she forced more air into the massive glob. She was so proud of how good
she was at this how...
POP! Making sure that the gum didn't get onto her pink lace french maid's
uniform, Kayla lifted up her head and moaned in the cutest, girliest,
sissiest voice anyone had ever heard, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"
As she rode the constant cravings that were the life of a sissy, Kayla
cleaned. She needed to keep her master's home as clean as possible. As a
sissy, she existed to serve men and to make them cum. This thought made
her open her gum filled mouth and say, "OMG, I need to make men cum!"
Kayla was so lucky to have a master as much of a slob as her master to
give her ample opportunities to pick things up.
Locking her fishnet encased legs, she slowly bent down at the waist,
making sure that her pink laced pantied ass was pointing towards one of
the cameras. Once she grabbed onto the dirty sock, she held the position
for a moment and made her ass slowly sway back and forth, back and forth.
As she teased the guys who watched the stream, she let out an audible
"oooooh" every time she heard herself getting a tip.
While legally, this house was in her name, she didn't think of it that
way. She was the collared sissy slave of her master, and that made
everything she owned his. She was a sissy, and sissies were passive and
pliant. Men made decisions. For Kayla, her master made all of her
choices. She loved being a sissy and not having to decide things... to
exist for no other reason than to please men.
Kalya knew that behind the many cameras filming her every move were
dozens of her Boner Boys. The images of their large, throbbing, untouched
cocks were on display on every monitor in the house. The sound of their
voices, chanting together, filled the house with their exquisite music.
"My big boner throbs for sissy faggots. Only sissy faggots can touch my
big boner. My big boner pumps creamy goo on command. I cannot control my
big boner. Only sissy faggots can make my big boner pump its creamy goo
on command. I need to pump my creamy goo. My big boner needs to pump its
creamy good on command."
Kayla loved her Boner Boys. It was so hard for them not to be able to
touch their huge, throbbing cocks. So was so glad that she was there for
them, making them throb, making them hard. If they were there with her,
she would be able to kneel and offer her mouth to them so that they could
fill it up with their cum like she was designed.
If she had her way, she would say the word and make their beautiful cocks
spew their creamy goo, but it wasn't. She had no control over it. They
may see themselves as her slaves, but in reality, together, they were all
the slaves of her perfect master because she was his slave, and he
completely controlled her.
She felt the ding of another of her Boner Boy Army tipping her. She
looked into one of the cameras with her heavily made-up face and said,
"Oooooo, you are such a good Boner Boy. I can't wait to make you all
cum."
Five more dings went off in rapid succession. "OMG, you are such good
Boner Boy Slaves for me. Kayla loves her Boner Boy Slave Army. Kayla
loves controlling all over your big hard boners. I'm so glad I'm a sissy
faggot so that I can make your big boners all hard and throbby for me."
A large gong sound went off. "Ooooo, we're getting close, Boner Boys!
Make sure you wrap your big boners for me so that you can catch all of
your creamy goo. I have your last batch right here, waiting until we are
all nice and ready."
Next to her on a table was a large glass bowl filled with cum; filled
with the tributes delivered to her after their last session. Her Boner
Boys were so good about making sure to send to her their cum tributes.
She loved her Boner Boys. She loved making them cum.
It excited her seeing them rolling their condoms down on their big,
throbbing cocks. It was essential for her that they didn't lose a drop.
She needed their cum. She needed it desperately.
They all knew the moment was coming close, but not when exactly it would
happen. The program controlled that. It set the threshold, and when
enough of the Boner Boys tipped her, they would be allowed to continue.
She knew that some of the poor boys couldn't afford to tip, which was too
bad. She loved them for still attending and throbbing for her. They were
such good boys. She was so lucky to be able to make them hard.
Taking the wad of gum out of her mouth, Kayla put her face over the bowl
of cum, and looked into the camera. Licking her lips, she told her Army
of slaves, "OMG, I can't want to make cum bubbles with all of your yummy,
yummy cum."
All at once, a louder, higher gong noise went off, and a third of the
streaming pictures of men's throbbing cocks went dark. Kayla felt
terrible for them. They would be denied. Still, she had a job to do. She
needed to make the good boys cum.
Pouring a large amount of them cum into her mouth, she looked into the
camera, crossed her eyes, and began making a huge cum-bubble. As it
expanded for them, they could hear a recording of her voice saying, "cum,
Boner Boy. Be a good boy and cum for mistress Kayla."
On command, all of the streams showed the rock hard cocks throbbing out
of control. You could hear them all moaning, and when they began to fill
the heads of their condoms, you could hear them saying, "I cum for
Mistress Kayla. Sissy Mistress Kayla controls when I cum."
She loved everything about this. She loved tasting their cum in her
mouth. She loved watching them pump massive loads of sperm on command
into their condoms without even touching their cocks. She loved how none
of them had any control over any of this, how her master controlled all
of them, especially her. She loved making them all cum.
It took her a while to swallow all of their cum. She made sure to make
huge cum-bubbles with every mouth load. Her sweet Boner Boys deserved
that. It was so lovely of them to all get hard again for her. They were
good boys.
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As he rode his Harley through the streets of San Francisco, Charlie
barked a voice command to the phonemic in his American flag helmet. "Call
Kayla Cumbubbles."
Of course, his sissy slave picked up instantly. Given how her voice
sounded as she answered with, "OMG, I need to be making men cum," she was
clearly at the end of one of her sessions and thus had a mouth full of
men's cum. It was nice having a sissy maid housekeeper who made a
considerable amount of money from her own personal army of devoted online
slaves.
"I'm going to be there to pick you up in 15 minutes."
He didn't bother to wait for her response. He knew that she would already
be frantically preparing for him.
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Kayla Cumbubbles did the math instantly in her head. He was on his
motorcycle, so she needed to be dressed for that. She was his sissy
slave, and so could be expected to show off how well she made men cum.
She prided herself on her ability to make cocks pump massive loads for
her and her sissy sisters to swallow.
Still, when she wasn't her master's sissy maid, she was a lolita sissy.
Her master liked parading her around at special functions, dressed to the
nines in a way only a lolita girl could.
Frantically, she minced through the house to her personal closet as fast
as her ballet boots would allow. It was hard for her to do anything in
those shoes, which was the whole point. She was proud of how well she
could walk in them and how submissive and controlled they made her look
and feel.
Plopping down on her dainty four-poster bed, she rapidly untied the
boots. She didn't have much time. Her hands rifled through dresses before
selecting a reb and black gothic lolita dress with matching lace cuffs
and collars. It was the afternoon, so she wanted something short and
sunny. She loved how the large bow above at the waist framed her
midsection. Petticoats made sure that her skirt projected out from her
appropriately. It's good to have just the right amount of tease so that
when a good gust of wind had its way, the boys can peak at her firmly
locked; pantie encased sissy clitty. Black and white stockings followed
by three-inch black pumps, and she was ready to fix her face.
Looking into the mirror, she sang her mantra in a delightfully sissy
voice as she hurried to touch up her makeup. "My name is Kayla
Cumbubbles. I am a passive and pliant, compulsively cleaning sissy faggot
slut slave of my master. Everything I own belongs to my master,
especially the army of Boner Boys that he as graciously put under my
control. I exist to make giant cum-bubbles from the men I make spurt
their creamy goo."
As Kayla swished towards the front door with her limp wrists cocked high
above her waist, one could see the image of a large ass bouncing up and
down on a huge cock on the screens throughout the house. The chyron under
the video said, "BOUNCY BUTTSLUT BELONGS ON MEN'S BONERS."
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The action was streaming from the bus as it slowly worked its way towards
Marin County. It was Pansy's turn to film the other sissies making men
cum. Right now, she was getting a beautiful close-up of Bouncy Buttslut's
asshole being stretched wide by Baby Forearm's massive dick.
Pansy learned that as a sissy, she automatically classified a man's cock
with an identifier... something like Baby Forearm Dick, or Beercan Cock,
or Mr. Firehydrant... the names made her giggle.
Pansy loved how Bouncy's massive ass undulated as she swallowed the man's
cock with her butthole. Pansy loved how sissies came in all colors,
shapes, and sizes. Bouncy was a big, beautiful sissy faggot. Her ass
screamed to be used by real men. The contrast between her massive curves
of man-pleasing flesh and her pathetic, sissified whining made Pansy
proud to be her sissy sister. "Pump me full of cummies, daddy! Please,
fuck my sissy ass! Bouncy needs to bounce on your boner, Daddy" She was
such a pretty girly cumslut. Pansy made sure to get right up to her sissy
pussyhole as it writhed on the man's cock. It was essential to get all
the details of the cock as it used Bouncy. The hypnotic veins. The thick
tube of flesh along the base for carrying his cum into her hungry hole.
The broadhead that stretched her asshole wide open to invade her butt.
His huge, cum filled balls waiting for the change to fill her ass with
his sweet sperm.
For Bouncy Buttslut, it was all about the feeling of her empty ass being
suddenly filled with a man's cock and then emptied again. She needed more
than anything in the world to bounce on men's cocks. When her ass wasn't
full of a man's hard, throbbing cock her existence was empty and
meaningless. But it wasn't enough for her to be stuffed full of cock. She
needed to bounce up and down on it. This is what men needed to cum, and
making men cum was essential.
Bouncy saw this as the key to understanding how the world worked. It was
the moon moving the tides of the sea. The breathing of every living
thing, pumping in and out. A man's long, hard, throbbing cock violenting
pumping into her slutty sissy ass. In, out. Up, down. This was life. This
was everything.
Bouncy thought about cock all the time... cock was everything... cock was
life. She existed to please it. She lived to bounce on it. Still, she was
just Bouncy Buttslut, a sissy that lived to please men. Men were
important. Men were busy. Men pumped sissies full of cum with their
cocks. Men got things done. She understood that she wouldn't be able to
bounce up and down on their cocks all the time. That's why she wore her
buttplug. It relaxed her. It reminded her of who she was. Plus, it was
the only way she could stand wearing the mask of boring everyday life,
and she waited for the chance to bounce on another man's cock.
In reality, there were only two states of being for Bouncy. The times she
was bouncing on a real man's cock, or the moments she was waiting for the
chance to bounce on a real man's cock. She was glad she was sissy. She
loved how pure and simple her life was.
She didn't even notice when the bus stopped. None of the sissies did who
were making men cum. Making men cum was all that mattered. In those
moments, the man's cock was their entire universe.
As she filmed, Pansy noticed a man wearing motorcycle leathers enter the
bus. She instinctively felt the need to listen and obey him, even though
she couldn't remember who he was. He was important. When he spoke, his
words reverberated inside her sissy head.
"Sissies, hurry up!"
Instantly, Bouncy Buttslut's ass started violently undulating, squeezing
the man's cock like a velvet vice. She had no control over it. She needed
to make this man cum as fast as possible. Luckily for her, she existed
for no other purpose and spent endless hours practicing her ability to
make men fill her ass with their cum.
Looking into the eyes of the man filling her ass with his perfect cock,
she whimpered, "pump me full of your spermies, Daddy. Please!!! Breed my
sissy ass, Daddy. Pump me full of your cum, Daddy, please!!!"
The man underneath her moaned in ecstasy. Her ass was perfectly milking
his cock, and he needed everyone to know it. "My big boner needs to fill
your sissy slut ass with cum. I need to pump my goo into your big sissy
butt."
The look of pure lust exchanged between man and sissy was as romantic a
thing as Pansy had ever seen. She was a sissy, and she was making him
cum. Sigh.
Nearby, the other four sissies were doing everything they could to make
their men cum. Flouncy Facefuck obscenely gagged on the long cock her
face was violently being forced up and down on. Standing next to them,
Dainty Denial lifted her sissy baby dress so that she could display her
locked sissy clitty to the man. "I'm a sissy faggot. I'm not allowed to
cum! Only real men get to cum. I'm a sissy faggot. " It was clear from
the way the man's eyes were glued to her caged little penis that what she
was telling him was helping to make him cum.
Annie Assrim buried her face deep in Beercan Cock's ass as Prissy
Pumpscock's long-nailed hands wrapped around his cock; begging him to
squirt cum all over her face using the most obscene language imaginable.
Pansy couldn't help but join her closer sister, kneeling low so that she
could fill her mouth with the man's balls.
Felicity Facedown, with her head on the ground and her ass raised high,
screamed, "rape me, Daddy! Rape my sissy ass, Daddy," as Mr. Firehydrant
violently slammed into her from behind. Swishy Slaps knelt next to him as
he pounded into Felicity, with her tongue out, her face upturned, and her
eyes crossed. "I'm a stupid sissy that loves to be slapped. Hurt me,
Daddy. Slap me, please." He couldn't help it. He couldn't help pounding
into the one sissies ass as he slapped the face of the other. "Stupid
faggots. Stupid faggots make me cum." It made his cock so hard. The
sissies made him cum.
It didn't take long. After a few minutes, Pansy and the other passengers
stumbled out of the bus, all looking extremely cumdrunk.
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Across the bay, Michael Mitchell, CFO of Tudor Inc, was screaming into
his phone. "I tell you, Heinz, he is fucking me." A silent cable newsfeed
running in his office displayed, Collapse of Tudor Cellular Offering. "I
don't know why, but I know Paul is fucking with me. You've got to give me
more time. Please."
As he talked, another call came on the line. His phone displayed Stacey.
"Heinz, I'll call you back. I have to take this."
"Stace, where are you."
"I found him, Michael. I found Paul." She was clearly in tears.
"You're shitting me. Where is he?"
"At Bohemian Grove. You've got to get here fast, Michael. Take the
helicopter. I'll meet you there. Hurry!"
Mitchell instantly sprang to his feet. Too impatient to wait for the
elevator to take him to the roof, he took the stairs, two at a time.
Adrenaline coursed through his body. He was going to kill Paul Tudor.
The blades slowly came alive as Michael Mitchell climbed into the back of
the helicopter. He didn't even think about the fact that Paul's mechanic
was sitting in the front next to the pilot, having other things on his
mind. He had one chance left to prevent his entire world from crumbling
around him.
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