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Coming Home: A Domestic Domme

Posted on 08/12/2020 by pseudonymous

I walk in the house, intending on finding My Girl. It’s been a long day, and my back is killing me, and I’m looking to unwind.

I had called her earlier that afternoon on my way home for her instructions. I smile slightly as I see her open the bedroom door, dressed as I asked her to. Her black collar around her neck, her curly redhead hair down, falling over her shoulders and back, wearing a white gingham dress and barefoot.

She gives me a radiant smile, and I walk up to her as she kisses my cheek. “Did you have a good day Mistress?” She asks softly, lowering her eyes and taking off my coat.

“It was fine, very long. Prepare the bath for us, I’ll fix dinner for us afterward. Did you thaw the chicken?”

“Yes Mistress, just like you asked me to. What else are we having, if I may ask?”

I smirk. “Besides the chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots, and…peas.”

She makes a face but quickly hides it as she turns to prepare the bath. I know she detests peas, but they are a favorite of mine, and I’m not about to do without them since she doesn’t like them. I can feed her the carrots anyway. I watch her prepare the bath, and I stand and wait for her to prepare it all.

She turns to me, watching me expectantly. I give her a slight nod, and she starts to unbutton her dress. The thin fabric slides easily away, revealing her white bra and knickers. She smiles coyly at me as she folds her dress carefully, setting it on the counter, then sliding her underwear down her legs.

I’m getting rather impatient now since I know she’s teasing me, and I turn her around forcefully by her shoulders and unclasp her bra. She sighs as I drop it to the floor at our feet. She’s a neat freak, but I like pushing her buttons. She turns around and meets my eyes as she starts to undress me.

She starts off by unbuttoning my shirt, then she kneels down at my feet to take off my shoes. I smile slightly, seeing her there, and she looks up at me, her eyes lighting as she sees my smile.

She stands again, setting everything properly on the counter, the room is filling with steam now, and the bath is getting full. I motion for her to get in, and I pull off the rest of my clothing quickly and join her.

The water is perfectly warm, just how I like it. I pull her closer and she starts to wash me. I sigh as I start to relax and unwind after the long day. Soon enough, it is her turn, and I wash her long auburn curls first, then sliding the soap over her shoulders and breasts.

She sighs in contentment as I wash the rest of her, closing her eyes as she leans into me. “Thank you, Mistress.” I run a hand over her cheek as I tighten my grip around her waist. “Thank you, baby.”

We get out of the bath and I towel her dry. I pull the white gingham dress on over her, forgoing the bra and panties. She giggles as I slap her ass. “I think you forgot something Mistress.”

I smirk. “Did I? Why, I don’t think I did…go set the table.”

She leaves the bathroom, and I grab my black dressing robe, throwing it on and going to the kitchen. I prepare dinner, and she comes in the kitchen. “I’m done, Mistress.”

I smile. “Go to your place at the table and wait for me.” She nods and leaves. I take my time finishing everything, bringing out the food to see her kneeling by my chair at the head of the table.

I sit down, and I prepare our plate. I give her a quick nod, and she settles in my lap. I put a bit of chicken on my fork and give it to her, watching as it is taken into her mouth. She chews and swallows, smiling at me. “Thank you, Mistress. It tastes good.”

I smile back, taking a bite myself. We continue on this way until we’ve had our fill. Afterward, we go into the kitchen, and I watch her clean these dishes. I can’t help myself but hold her tightly from behind, kissing up and down her neck as she washes the dishes. She shivers in my arms as I tighten my hold on her, pressing her against the counter. “Mistress?” She whispers.

I breathe into her hair deeply, sliding my hands up and down her sides. “How was your day today?”

I feel her swallow hard as I slide my hands down to her things, lifting her skirt slowly. “F-fine. I had some work to do in the greenhouse…” She trails off as I slide the skirt up to her hips.

“Yes?” I say, biting her neck teasingly.

“A-and I talked with my A-aunts today…” Her breath hitches as I pinch her thigh. “Mistress…do you wish for me to…to finish the dishes?”

I pull her hands away from the soapy water, toweling them dry. She meets my eyes with a smile. I put her skirt back down, patting her ass and motioning towards the bedroom. She giggles, running towards it. I follow her leisurely, pleased to see she’s already kneeling by the side of the bed.

I go over to the closet. “Get undressed.” She takes off her dress as I select a few things for play. She is already naked and kneeling once more by the time I return, and I admire her pale skin and gorgeous breasts.

“Get on the bed.” She sits on the edge quickly, eyes lighting up as she sees the toys in my hand. I smile and set them on the bedside table. I pull the tie from my dressing robe completely, letting it fall open, and I see her eyeing the tie with a smile. I move towards her, finally kissing her on the lips. She sighs as she relaxes in my arms. I put more pressure against her lips, sliding my hands up and down her back.

Soon, she’s shuddering and gasping as I kiss and nibble up and down her neck. Her legs have fallen open slightly, and I know she’s wet.

“What do you want darling” I whisper into her ear, making her pant and close her eyes.

“Touch me. Please. I’m so wet for you.” She gasps.

I just smile, pushing her to lie on the bed fully, using my robe tie to tie her wrists together to the headboard. I clip her leash onto her collar, and she smiles beautifully up at me. I kiss her gently, then pull off the rest of my robe.

I get on top of her, savoring how warm her skin is against mine, I feel her arch up into me just slightly, tilting her head back with a slight whine. “You want me to touch you, darling? Where do you want me to touch you?” I tease her by sliding my fingers up and down her arms and chest, in between her breasts. “Here?” She bites her lip, looking at me imploringly. Her breath hitches as my fingers go lower, sliding over her smooth shaved skin down below. “Here?” I whisper, delighted at seeing her nod needing, her legs just spreading a bit farther, exposing her sex.

“Please Mistress…please touch me.” She begs, and I start to trace my finger lightly around her folds. She shifts her hips with a groan, and I slap her thigh. “Now, now, don’t be impatient,” I say sternly. “Or I won’t touch you at all if you’re a bad girl.”

She nods, inhaling sharply as I slide a finger into her. I close my eyes for a moment, concentration on the feel of the warm wetness that surrounds it, trembling slightly as I lick my lips. She groans as I slip my digit into her channel. I move in and out slowly, teasingly, watching her face as it slowly starts to flush. I add another finger, moving a bit harder, putting a bit of force into it.

“Please…harder…faster, Mistress.” She groans, tugging slightly at the tie around her wrists. Her breasts are heaving now, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth as I start to move into her roughly. “Yes! Yes…fuck me, Mistress! I want you…I need you so bad…” She cries out, fucking herself against my fingers, moving her hips. I add another finger, making her inhale slightly, pausing the movement in her hips. I bite down hard on her nipple, making her cry out, moving her hips faster. I start to bite the skin around her breasts, down her stomach, leaving red teeth marks behind.

I move back up to pull on the leash, making her sit up slightly, harshly kissing her. She whimpers as I slip my tongue between her lips, our tounges meet, sliding against each other. I fuck her harder as I pull away, adding a fourth finger. I lick my lips as I press my thumb into her other hole, and she stiffens and gasps, eyes wide. I lean over and grab the vibrator, thrusting it into her ass, making her eyes roll to the back of her head as I turn it on. “Fuck!”

I move my fingers and the vibrator at the same time, she’s begging to cum now, but I wont let her, not until I know she’s at the edge. I’m close myself, but I’ve got plans for that later. I take my hand off the vibrator, leaving it there for now as I grab the leash once more, snapping it against her thighs, leaving a pink mark in its wake. Her legs convulse as she cries out. “Yes! Hurt me please!”

“Yes darling, you’re a little pain slut, aren’t you?” I growl, enjoying the satisfying snap as I strike her skin once more, crisscrossing the other mark. She arches her back, I go back to two fingers as I pump in and out of her, making her move up and down from the pressure, watching her breasts bounce and her arms tugging at the tie around her wrists, knowing she wants to touch me too…

“Please…please let me cum…” She begs finally, tears slipping out of her eyes. I kiss them away, licking my lips at the saltiness, then kissing her cheek. “You may cum.” I whisper into her ear, my lips tracing her earlobe.

And she does. Her cum shoots out onto my thighs as she cries out, making me groan and rub against her, reveling in her wetness, taking my fingers out of her and rubbing my own wet sex against her thigh. “Such a good girl, My Girl…” I whisper, moving my hands quickly to untie her wrists and turn off the vibrator, taking it out.

I pull her close, kissing her heavily as I am still rubbing against her, flipping us over so that she’s on top of me. “Get down there,” I growled, yanking her by the hair. She moves down, getting in between my legs, still trembling from her own orgasm. I set myself up on some pillows as I watch her start to lick my hips, stomach, and thighs, cleaning her cum from me. I twine her hair around my hands, my fingers running through her scalp as I pull her down to meet my sex. I groan as she works her tongue inside me, and I push her head a little harder. Her fingers tighten their grip on my thighs as our eyes meet. I smirk, tugging slightly on her hair.

She works me over quickly, I couldn’t last too much longer, and I cum into her mouth and face. I pull her up quickly to kiss her hard, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues. She sighs as I wrap my arms around her tightly when we catch our breath. Our eyes meet, and I kiss her forehead, her cheekbones, her eyelids, and finally her lips gently. “I love you, My Girl,” I whisper, holding her tight.

Tears are still in her eyes as she holds me just as tightly back. “I love you, Mistress.”

Toilet Slavery and more

Posted on 06/05/2020 by pseudonymous

When I started seriously playing around in my early twenties and thinking I was submissive, I was going through some rough times and honestly, my sex life wasn’t very normal. I couldn’t get along with women at all and always fought. So I thought I would try something different and try submitting. I was arriving at the self-awareness that the issue in my past relationships was power struggling. Domination and submission were out there on the Internet for me to read about and I admit it was kind of erotic and turned me on. I had absolutely no idea how to seek out a Mistress or Domme in any real capacity so I did what so many foolish people did – I searched on AOL! There was almost no real lifestyle Dommes of any kind on AOL, but I did find various kinks to enjoy. I somehow stumbled across a few Financial Dommes…this was back when that whole thing was just starting to get rolling. I had a decent amount of money, certainly enough to play. I liked the idea of the Princess/Goddess. It seemed like fun and I enjoyed the idea of this beautiful but wicked creature that was out there. I don’t know what it was, but I just really sort of craved perversion and danger then. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, I don’t know. I had a couple of unfulfilling experiences with women dominating me and losing money in the process. So I just looked harder and tried to find the most extreme one I could find, and that I was, of course, attracted to. I found a girl who was 18/19 and actually local to me, which was purely accidental. She was very attractive, the Princess type who thought the world revolved around her. I got to know her and we hit off, she was bratty as anything and unpredictable. She almost instantly set me up on a “tribute” schedule and demanded an insanely high initial tribute – which I think was like 400+ dollars. I just went for it. I think her initial schedule required me to pay 2000 a month and I’m not sure she even asked if I could afford it or what I did. To this day, I’m shocked I went along with it. But I was just captivated. I’m convinced that she wasn’t initially acting, which is just almost unheard of in that world. She never mentioned anything about R/T and said I would serve her online until I was no longer useful or she got bored. We just shot right out of the gate and it was a crazy initial ride as we would cam so I could worship her, and she could have me do random humiliating things to myself. She was really into two things, getting attention and humiliating/degrading me. She was so creative that it bordered on being crazy. She would call my phone in the middle of the night and tell me to go make scrambled eggs and rub it on my face. Sometimes she’d call and tell me to go make a payment to her or she’d have me do something nuts. Sometimes a female friend would just show up at her place while we were camming and she wouldn’t even flinch or turn it off. She’d just tell her friend that she was camming with “some loser guy” and they’d just go on chatting. After a bit, she decided that I should start paying more because she was going to send me things to worship. I did of course and she started sending me packages with random stuff in it of hers, sometimes totally non-sexual. Mostly though she sent two things…panties and used tampons. The panties were always totally soiled and stained. I would go on cam and she would order me to lick every inch of the panties and tell her how it tasted. She would stop me every so often to have me thank her for the honor of tasting it. The same thing for the tampon, she’d have me lick it and then suck on it. After I was done, she’d make me keep it in my mouth for as long as we were on. Her creativity and wickedness were for her age. I’m not easily humiliated but she regularly had me feeling totally degraded.

Your kinky date is here

I started to lose track of how much money I was even spending. We were now constantly shopping online to buy her clothes, shoes, makeup, perfume, underwear, jewelry, you name it. I was legitimately hooked. One day, I was talking about something I was doing and I guess she had forgotten how close I was to her geographically and suddenly realized it. I got a call late that night and she asked if I had ever wanted to serve in real life. I said, of course. She told me that she wasn’t sure and would think about it, but that she was giving me an opportunity to tell her everything that I loved and worshipped her for, and why I would be such an excellent slave. I wish I could have taped that conversation as it was one of the most amazing Fem Dom moments I had ever experienced. I basically spent about an hour on the phone describing in detail everything that was amazing about her physically and mentally, and about all her feminine beauty. I tried to stop and finish easily 10 times and she prompted me to continue or that I’d have no chance with her. By the end, I was admitting things I had never thought I would. After that, I gave a list of things I would do for her, and just gave it my best shot. She listened and told me that she would contact me again with her decision – and if she accepted me that I would have a long list of things she needed and how she wanted me to serve her.

I was never so excited to get something. The list she came back with was bordering on madness. Nearly impossible to do. Filled with crazy stuff like that I would buy her enough toothbrushes so she never had to reuse one. Or that I wasn’t allowed to be in the room if she was changing any clothing. I loved it. Most of it though was about two things, having me over there and waiting on her hand and foot and upping the financial service. I was to pay her twice a week now and she would create a plan to continually up my payments. When I came over, she would have me give her the balances to my credit cards that I brought before coming in. She would look into my wallet and take any cash I brought. She was really taking a lot of money and I just didn’t care. We went shopping often and she spent without much regard. Every once in awhile she would max a card and then scold or slap me for the limit not being high enough. We’d sometimes bring her friend and she’d make me pay for her to buy things too. The thing that amazes me still is that I let her do things I would probably never do now, and that humiliates me in public. Sometimes she would scold me in front of other people. Sometimes she would make me walk behind her with my head down as she walked through the mall. She had a standing rule if the cashier asked if this was a gift or what the occasion was – that I had to tell the cashier that I was buying it “for my perfect Princess.” I’d probably never do any of this stuff today but it was incredibly thrilling on a base level. She was shopping for shoes and ran one of my cards to the max and made me call at the register to ask the card company to increase my limit. They actually did it and she ran it almost to the new max and said she would leave me a few dollars for “food.”

I could probably write a book on the things she did because I’ve never seen most of it repeated in any Fem Dom relationship I’ve known of. I’ll never forget when she went into the mall bathroom with her friend and instructed me to kneel outside the door to the women’s bathroom and that if anyone asked what I was doing to tell them “I’m trying to listen to women going on the potty.” Thankfully no one asked.

I was craving humiliation constantly despite never loving it before. I felt almost as if it was totally normal. I was going to her place somewhat regularly and most of it was me running around her house naked waiting on her. It was occasionally odd and she was capable of forgetting to engage me on any level other than “do this, do that.” Sometimes she would dress me up in female underwear and clothing that we bought for me. While I was dressed up she’d have me dance for her, or whatever else came to her mind. One of her favorite things to do was to pull up pictures and videos of naked and gay men and have me pretend, as a woman, to describe how I’d like to fuck them and be fucked. She made me come once into a cup and she threw the come onto my face and made me describe how I just “sucked a cock and how I liked the facial.”

When she let me be close to her, it was always worshipping of some kind. Mostly her feet, sometimes her covered breasts, sometimes her totally covered pussy. She was very open about the fact that I would never have sex with her. She let me lick her feet, which was about as much physical contact as I got at that point.

One day out of the blue she called me and said that she had a surprise for me…but that I would have to pay without knowing what it was. I paid what she asked and went over. We spent much of the afternoon with me laying at her feet while she did homework and studied.
Eventually she let me lick her feet for a while and while I was doing that she started talking. She told me that she was going to let me worship her in a different way and that I had better please her as she wanted. She had me kneel on the bed and she got in front of me facing away and she pulled her pants and underwear down off. I was pretty shocked as I had never seen her even partially nude like that. She gave me instructions that I was not to touch her at all, and that I was allowed to move closer to her and tell her how beautiful the view was. I did, and it was really amazing, she was almost perfect in that younger woman sort of way. I was close enough and low enough that I could get a small look at her pussy from behind. Her ass was amazing and without blemishes. I described what I saw and verbally worshipped her for about 10 minutes. I could get a faint smell of her pussy and it was maddening. I knew that I’d never get near it.
She told me I wasn’t done and that I was to come forward and kiss each of her ass cheeks and then thank her for the honor. I did, of course gladly. I had no idea what she was going to do next and she actually did surprise me. She told me that I was finally going to get a reward for being such a good slave and that she was going to expect more of course. She reached back and spread her ass with her hands and didn’t say anything for a second. She told me to bring my face as close to her ass as I wanted without touching and I was allowed to look and that I could smell her ass for a moment.

I did so, and it was a beautiful view, nearly perfect but it was unmistakable, her ass smelled sweaty and dirty. I could smell the faint smell of shit coming from her. I didn’t know how to react or what to say. So I just took a look deep pull of her scent through my nose. It was oddly intoxicating. I pulled back when I was finished and thanked her for the privilege. She asked me a question that surprised me. “How did it smell, and I want you to answer honestly.” I cringed a little but I didn’t want to lie to her so I just blurted out that it smelled a little dirty. She paused for a moment and followed it up with, “so the question is, did you like how it smelled?” I actually had to think about it for a second but I knew the answer deep down. I liked it. My mind just wished I could go back and smell it again. I almost didn’t want to tell her but I did. I admitted that I thought it smelled great and I was so happy she shared it with me.
She said nothing else for a few seconds and then she started to get dressed. After she was dressed she ordered me to kneel on the side of her bed near her pillow facing her.

She got closer to me and said, “I’m glad you were honest, but my ass is NEVER dirty.” She leaned down and slapped me hard across the face. I really felt terrible despite knowing I had been truthful. She grabbed my hair and leaned closer and spit right in my face, almost in my eyes. I’ll never forget what she said next because I had my eyes closed and was listening carefully – “Everything about me is beautiful, and if you forget that again, you’ll never see me again.” I really believed her.

We didn’t mention that event for a couple days. I was back at her place, and she was really in a bad mood and was treating me like crap. She was ordering me around constantly and out of nowhere she tells me to go into her bathroom and make sure it was spotless because she was about to use it. It was not even close to clean, of course, as I went in. So I asked her what I should clean it with. Mistake. She yelled back that I had 2 minutes to clean it with whatever I could find and then she was coming in. She was in such a bad mood that I was a little afraid of letting her down on this one. I had no chance, I couldn’t really find anything too useful immediately so I just used water and toilet paper to rinse stuff and wipe down what I could. She came in and I knew it was still dirty. A couple looks around at the condition of the bathroom and she was instantly more angry. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to the ground and ordered me to start licking the floor. I just went with it and it was totally disgusting. The floor was filthy and I could feel the dirt on my tongue. I just kept licking and she was not speaking to me at all. She yelled at me to stop after a couple minutes and I looked up and she was sitting on the toilet as if she was going or ready to go. She ordered me to kneel at her feet looking at her. I was thinking I was going to be slapped or hit, but she didn’t. She looked and me and said, “you’re going to stay kneeling while I use the bathroom. Do not move or speak.”
I stayed pretty motionless and she started to pee. I expected her to get up after doing so, but she stayed seated and I realized that she was about to take a shit. I was a little unnerved as I didn’t know why she was making me kneel there. I listened to her go and I honestly was totally turned on. I tried to not show it though. She finished and was sitting there while she started instructing me, “I’m going to get up and you’re going to smell my ass again, but this time, you’re going to wipe me because that’s what you’re worth to me right now.”

I felt instantly humiliated but at the same time, I was actually excited and curious to do what she asked. I couldn’t explain it. She got up and turned around, spreading her ass to reveal herself – this time, her ass was very dirty and I could clearly see the shit that remained from her dump. The smell was piercing. I got shaky for a moment as i reached for some toilet paper. I didn’t really know how to do it best from that angle and just did what I could to wipe her clean. After a couple of swipes I got her clean and told her that she had been wiped well. She didn’t say anything but sat back down on the toilet seat and said “show me what you wiped off.” I shyly offered up the toilet paper and turned it so she could see. We both looked at it for a moment, and I could hardly believe what she said. “I want you to lick the toilet paper and taste it. Since you were unable to clean this bathroom, I figure you should get a good taste of this.” I had rimmed a woman before, and gotten a small taste but nothing like this. There was actually a good streak of shit on the paper. I went close to it and the smell was foul and pushed at me. She leaned in closer to me and said, “not just lick it, I want you to lick it off the paper.” I was nervous but I really wanted to obey her for some reason. I put my tongue to it and the taste hit me immediately. It was harsh and bitter. I just kept licking at it and the smell was coming up with each stroke of my tongue. I had licked it a few times and it wasn’t really coming off the paper. I knew that I would have to lick harder and get it in my mouth. She was totally silent and just watched me. I licked harder on the paper and I could feel it coming off and clinging onto my tongue. I had to pull it back into my mouth and I got a better taste of it – it was really nasty and I had to fight my gag reflex. I went back down and tried to be quick about licking it off. I did mostly get it all off and I could feel that I had a decent amount of it in my mouth. I couldn’t believe that I had her shit in my mouth. I felt totally degraded. I had little else to do so I just tried to swallow it down. I nearly threw up from the little bit I had. Nevertheless, I managed to do it. She had an odd look on her face as if this surprised her. She said, “And you just went ahead and swallowed it without me having to tell you to do it. I’m impressed.” I actually was happy to hear her say that and it erased the sick feeling that I had. She pulled me out of the bathroom by my hair and had me kneel again in her room.
“Tell me now, you just tasted my shit, how was it?”
I knew the answer already. It was absolutely disgusting, but I was HAPPY that I was able to taste it. For some reason, I was convinced that I deserved it, and in some way was lucky.
I replied quickly, “It tasted amazing and I’m lucky that I was able to taste it.” She smiled and petted me on the head. “I didn’t flush the toilet so you may go back in and admire the rest of it. You aren’t worthy of that yet, though.”

I went in and looked down into the toilet. There was a large, light shit that wound around the bowl. There was so much of it that I got a little sick thinking of what it would be like outside the bowl. But I couldn’t shake a feeling. It looked pretty! I wanted to tell her I thought that way.
I worked up the courage and went back out to her, and told her, “it was beautiful, and even more so, because it came out of you.”
she smiled, and said, “I know.”

That moment actually was an important one because I think a switch flipped mentally for her. I think that she realized that I would basically do anything for her and that she had me. It felt like she had embraced the fact that she was totally in charge and that I belonged in my role of slave. She became even more dominant and her desire to humiliate me actually increased almost immediately. This period to come was the most intense humiliation that I have ever received to this day. I reached a point occasionally where I was not sure if I could handle it, and I was becoming brainwashed to begin with.

Still, her wickedness and creativity was astounding. I can still remember her putting a hood over my head and ordering me to stand in her living room. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity until I realized there were people in the house other than her. She had 3 female friends and a guy friend over, which I did not find out until later. They hung out in the living room and I was randomly exposed to humiliating acts and physical punishments. I’ll never forget being introduced as her “worthless servant” and it didn’t help that I was not clothed from the waist down. I was insulted about my appearance, written on in marker, and had things thrown at me, including food. After I had been written on, I was told that on my legs with an arrow to my cock read, “no pussy for this, forever.” She was leading this whole thing and encouraging her friends to do whatever they felt like. After instructing me to recite humiliating things, she asked me if I had to piss, and I foolishly said yes. She ordered me to aim my cock back up toward myself and piss myself. I did, and I clearly entertained them. One of the worst things I had to endure was the guy getting up a few minutes later and saying that he had to piss and asked how he should do it. I was told to get on my knees and he pissed right on the hood. It soaked the hood and some came through into my hair. Thank God this guy was not feeling me as he was being encouraged to have me suck him. It went on for a while and I went through a lot of degradation from her best friend (the one that went shopping with us.) She told me that she had decided that she also needed a slave and that it was already settled that I was to assist in recruiting one for her. My Mistress piped in, “She’s looking for an even bigger loser than you. So this is going to be hard.” I just kept sinking as the dialogue continued amongst the three of us. Apparently my Mistress’s friend was similarly twisted all along. She went on, clearly with my Mistress’s approval, to tell me that once she took on a slave, I would perform sexually with him for their entertainment. I hated the idea but I felt I had no choice or say in the matter. She continued on to abuse me verbally until she finished and ordered me to beg her to kick me in the balls. And she kicked me hard. I almost went down to a knee, and I could clearly hear My Mistress telling her to kick me again. Once again, I begged her to kick me, this time harder. She sent me to the ground, and I actually couldn’t get up for a moment. When it was all finally done I was made to thank everyone. I actually was affected by this event for a day or two, but eventually I came to accept what happened and be happy that I entertained them.

Over time, I occasionally would be ordered to lick her ass and worship it but we hadn’t really advanced beyond that day on the toilet. I was being used more harshly now but I came to expect it and like it as I knew it was clearly making her happy. I was in the middle of a long session of ass worship when after a good licking she ordered me off her and told me to spread her ass and put my face close. I did as she asked and waited, not knowing why I was doing this. I found out why quickly as she farted loudly right into my face. It smelled awful but I stayed put as she told me to. She farted again and it was strong and felt a little wet. As I stayed and waited for her to undoubtedly fart again, she leaned back and told me, “Open your mouth and put it as close as you can to me, I’m going to fart in your mouth. Don’t move until I tell you, I may have a few for you to eat.” And she did fart, 3 times into my mouth as I shuddered each time. She was really pleased. I knew that she was serious when she told me that my face was the perfect place for her farts.

At this point, I was so submissive to her that I would truly allow her to do most anything without any fight. She was now viewing my bank accounts online and had put me on an allowance essentially. I had moved all her bills to my credit cards and was still on a large tribute schedule. She reviewed all my own bills and had me reduce them however I could so she could add that extra money to my tributes. I really loved that she was taking almost everything I earned and I believed she deserved it. She told me openly it was her goal to one day take control of all my money and set up goals to increase how much I made. She would tell me that if I didn’t meet her goals that she would make me earn extra income by having me suck cock for money. Fortunately, I never had to experience that. I probably would have though so that she would be pleased and happy with what I did for her.

I came over every day after or before work and I knew that she was taking so much control that I didn’t really want to do anything else. I asked one day if she wanted me to move in with her and I had my balls beaten for being presumptuous. But I knew she was considering it and enjoyed me having so little control of my life.

She started making me ask to go to the bathroom and often she would deny me if I was busy pleasing her or waiting on her. I knew eventually I would probably go on myself. That’s how much that she demanded of me. At that moment, I thought this was as close to real slavery as I could ever experience, and although I know it was unhealthy on some level – I loved serving her and truly did worship her.

The day came when she had decided it was time for me to come live with her. That was an incredibly long day where I worshipped her body as she instructed me on how I would move in and what it meant. She laid out the rules, everything. As I expected, she demanded that I add her to all my bank accounts and credit cards. She wanted complete control of my money and how I earned it. She told me I would continue to work and make money, and that it was my job to continually strive to earn more.
I would be given any money I needed on a daily basis. She told me that I wouldn’t own anything while I was with her, that it was all hers. I was okay with it, even letting her basically take partial ownership of my car (which was a luxury car.) I already acted as her driver anyway when we were together, so it didn’t even seem like much. I had assets she didn’t know about that were fairly significant, and I had been hiding them until this point. I was at a point where I really felt like it was okay if I let her know about them. I knew what she would do and say, but I felt like I was so committed to her that she should able to decide for me. I told her that same night about the money and she was extremely angry and spent awhile reminding me just how angry she was. In the end though, she told me she was happy that I realized she deserved control of it and that it would make both our lives better. She reinforced what I already believed, that my sole purpose was to serve and please her, and that her authority was final and absolute in the house. I knew what this commitment meant also in terms of sexual service and her dominance and also how she treated me. She confirmed it by reiterating how as her slave it was my duty to practice and improve my obedience every single day. I can remember her saying, “once you come here, I’m going to use you exactly as I want and you’ll live as I tell you to live.”
Those words were chilling but I loved living for her benefit.

She was one of the few people I’ve ever known that truly wanted obedience and almost total control. So many say they do, but don’t when it comes down to it. I was never allowed to talk back or question her and she enjoyed instructing me on nearly every significant detail of my life. She never really beat me excessively or whipped me, etc. It was almost as if she knew she didn’t have to.

It was a regular day like any other for us and she surprised me when she called me into the bathroom as she usually didn’t do that. I went in and she pointed to the floor in front of her and I knew she wanted me to kneel. Almost silently she pulled my head forward and opened my mouth with her fingers. I knew what to do and leaned forward waiting for her. I felt her piss going into my mouth and I could hear her say, “Don’t waste any, drink it.” The stream was steady and filled my mouth. I swallowed it down quickly and kept my mouth open again until she finished pissing. It was hot and flavorful. I loved the taste of it and was glad to be drinking from her. She let me swallow the last of it and looked at me with a smile. She spoke slowly, “It’s nice to see you drinking because I’ve decided I don’t want to waste it anymore in the toilet. You’ll be drinking all my piss from now on no matter how it is given to you. Do you understand?” She went on, “if you aren’t here, I will save it for you and you will drink it later. If you are here, you’ll most likely drink straight from me. I know you will make a better toilet.” I didn’t even really think about what that actually meant or what she was saying. I still could taste her piss in my mouth and knew I would have it all the time. I felt so lucky. She pissed twice more that day into my mouth directly and I swallowed it down like a good boy. I had a better understanding of what was in store for me as I was woken up from my sleep and she was there standing above me. I could only hear her say, “open your mouth, toilet” and I did, half asleep, only to feel a sharp stream of piss enter my mouth and half choke me. I swallowed it down as best as I could but piss ran down the sides of my mouth. I was so tired I only hoped she wasn’t displeased. I fell asleep almost immediately. Next morning, I was serving her breakfast and her coffee when she quickly ordered me onto my knees and between her legs as she stood in front of me and her chair. “You may pull my panties down to the ground gently and remove them. I did and she sat down onto the chair with her legs spreading out. “When I piss in your mouth this time, you’re going to be a good toilet and not let any spill. If you don’t drink this correctly, I’m going to be very upset.” I opened my mouth as wide as I could and waited for her to start. Her piss was heavy and came with force, it was her morning piss and it tasted stronger. I could feel it splashing in the back of my mouth and hoped none was coming out. As she kept pissing, I knew my mouth was filling up. I kept my mouth open wide and managed to let a good amount slide down my throat without my mouth closing. I knew that I had done well as my mouth filled more quietly until there was no more. I closed my mouth and happily swallowed it down. She pushed me off her without saying anything and as I was walking away, she called to me, “now you are ready for more.”
I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.

Later that day, I was doing her laundry and she entered the laundry room behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I turned and she said bluntly, “stop what you are doing, take off your clothes and go sit on the kitchen floor and wait for me.”
I had little idea what she was having me do this for, and I quickly complied, removing my clothes and going out to the kitchen. I sat down on the cold floor, as ordered. She walked in calmly and I could see that she was in a comfortable T-shirt and was not wearing any underwear or pants. I shifted a little bit as I didn’t know what I would be doing. I thought I might be drinking more piss, but it didn’t feel as if that’s what she was thinking.

She squatted down facing me, looking me right in the eyes and she started to speak,”You did very well with my piss this morning, but there is more for you to do. You’re ready to be my toilet, but a toilet is more than just drinking piss. I think you’re ready to handle my shit too.” I gulped but didn’t make any expressions. “You’ve already had some in your mouth, but now its time for you to take all of it.” I listened as she gave me instructions.”You are to keep your mouth open and let my shit fill your mouth. If it overflows, just keep it open and relax. If I miss and shit on your face, don’t worry I will make sure it gets in your mouth. Once I am done, keep your mouth open and hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do. If you choke on it, it’s alright, I know you will be a good toilet and keep it in your mouth. Do not throw up my precious shit.” I nod in understanding and as she stands back up, I am terrified that I will not be able to do this or that I might throw up. Despite the fear, deep down I am thrilled that she wants to put her shit inside me. I can’t say exactly why, but I just feel it. She moves herself over me, and I cant wait to see what comes out of her beautiful asshole. She paused for a moment and I heard her ask, “is there anything you’d like to say before you receive this?” I was a little lightheaded almost from the anticipation but I could only think to say one thing. “I’ve hoped you would think I was worthy of your shit.” She didn’t say anything in response, but I could see her body move and as she spread her ass wide apart, I could see her shit pushing out slowly from her asshole. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and waited for it come. It pushed out slowly and I could hear it as it slid from her. The smell was powerful and reached me before anything entered my mouth. Her shit was long and heavy as it passed through my lips and its weight forced it to break off and land firmly into my mouth and onto my tongue. When it landed on my tongue I felt it slide down towards the back of my throat and stayed there. The taste was unforgettable and hit my tongue all at once. It was not a good taste at all, and it was bitter and pungent and had a rank flavor. It was down all the way into my mouth and I tried to keep my mouth open as I gagged slightly from it touching the opening of my throat. My mouth was very full and I could feel how thick her shit was. It came out of my mouth as it was too long and I felt it resting on my lips. She wasn’t done and I saw her re-adjust to try to get it all out. I could see it coming but only felt more of her shit landing on my lip and on top of my nose. It was wet and heavy as it settled on my face. My mouth was still open and was displaying her bulky shit. Waiting for her to finish and holding it in my mouth, I was experiencing a surreal mix of emotions and physical sensations. Plus, I already knew what she wanted me to do and what I was facing. She stood over me and looked down, I couldn’t see her reaction too well and I hoped she instructed me quickly. She began to speak to me…”What a good toilet, open your mouth as wide as you can like you are showing off my shit.”

I did, and it shifted deeper against my throat. She spoke again, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice. “Now I want you slowly to start to eat it, make sure you chew it while you eat it so you taste it like I want you to.” I closed my mouth slowly and I became instantly aware of just how much shit was in my mouth. I did as ordered and started to chew slowly. As I pulled it apart in my mouth, sliding through my teeth, I tasted it fully, its flavor was overwhelming me. The smell was also filling my nose as more of her shit rested under my nose and on my cheeks. I swallowed a small piece of what was in my mouth and it started to come back up but somehow I managed to keep it down. I knew I had so much more to eat and wondered how I could do it. I closed my eyes for a second and picture the woman I served above me. I thought of the first time I had ever tasted her shit and how good it made me feel in my core that she was sharing herself with me like that. How I knew she wasn’t completely comfortable with her ass being dirty. I remembered the look I saw in her face when she knew I liked it, and she could see I wanted to taste her. This time, she wanted me to experience all of her. I felt in some way that she wanted to know absolutely I would do anything for her, that I was ready to serve her how she wanted and needed for total fulfillment. I started to chew her shit again and started swallowing more and more of it. It was incredibly difficult that first time but I desperately wanted to please her. I finished everything I had in my mouth and proudly displayed an empty mouth to her. She smiled and whispered, “almost done” as she scooped up what was on my face and put it into my mouth. The last bit was disgusting but I suffered through it. In a short time, it had all gone down my throat and I was once again displaying an empty mouth, proudly. She leaned down and gave me the first kiss she had ever given me, right on the forehead. “You’ll worship my shit as you worship me. You will eat all my shit just as you drink all my piss. So tell me toilet, what do you do when I need to shit?”

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts and then confidently replied, “I open my mouth , and worship you as I’m eating your beautiful shit.”

My stepfather is my bitch – part 2

Posted on 21/10/2019 - 21/10/2019 by pseudonymous

To part one of the story

“Cleaning the Kitchen”

Mistresses into faggots near

I changed again to get ready for the evening. It would be a very special one, to be sure.
Daddy would suffer tonight.
And if he didn’t obey to the letter, Mom would know all about it.
I smiled as I thought of it. I never saw myself as a homewrecker but something about destroying my dear Daddy’s marriage tickled me deep down. But for now it is better for everyone if she doesn’t know that Daddy is my bitch.
The outfit was teasing without being slutty. Mom hated this skirt; ‘It’s too short!’ she said when I bought it. She understood when I explained that all the girls were wearing them this year.
Right. A tight leather skirt that hugged the curves of my pert ass and rode up enough to show a glimpse of my thong. With the tight, but long (-ish) top I chose, Mom would scarcely notice that I was dressing to tease and torment her husband right under her nose.
Assuming, of course, that my dear Ol’ Daddy could do as he has been told and keep Mom from noticing what a spineless little piece of shit he was. I smiled again. Not my problem.
Finishing up my makeup, I picked up my things, checked my phone, and headed downstairs. Mom would be home in about an hour so I had some time to set the stage for my Daddy’s complete humiliation.
As I descended the stairs I typed the simple text message to dear Daddy’s phone and pressed ‘Send’.
I smiled wide as I re-read the message and got a little hot thinking of it. “Get your ass in the fucking kitchen in 2 minutes or I will make you sorry you ever married my Mom, bitch!”
I grabbed a small plate and sat myself down in the kitchen facing the door. I moved the dish around aimlessly as I thought of a few things to do with my hour. My lovely, lovely, hour alone with Daddy.
Without even looking at my phone to see how long Daddy took, I breathed in just as he opened the swinging door to the kitchen. For the first time since this started, I was at a loss for words… until…
“Thank You, Miss Jane, for calling me.”
And I immediately felt comfortable again treating my loving Dad like my fucking two-dollar whore.
Which he was.
“Whatever, bitch.” I looked up at him, glaring. I casually lifted my hand to the table where I was holding my pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I watched his reaction carefully, savoring what I knew was coming.
There was a flash of disappointment followed by something I am seeing in his eyes every time he looks at me.
Fear. Pure fear.
“Miss Jane? I… that is…”
He wanted so desperately to play the caring Father, which he truly is. He wanted to lecture me, or spank me, or do anything other than what I wanted him to do.
Which was – take it like a bitch.
I lit up, set the lighter carefully down next to the small plate, and ignored him for a minute or so to let him stew and suffer a little. I could hear him breathe deeply, trying to avoid the smoke, the idea that the smell would be in the house, and a dozen other things racing through his mind.
Waited.
And then he said it. The words I never expected to hear from dear Daddy about seeing his baby girl smoking so casually in front of him.
“Thank you, Miss Jane.” Broken. Again. A tone I was hearing a lot lately and I liked it too much.
So with a smile, I did what I was also starting to enjoy too much.
Pressed his humiliation and pain home.
“Bitch. Fucking little bitch.” I smiled. That made it a little easier on him, I think.
But I didn’t really care if it did or not. I was enjoying making my loving Father suffer and twist before me like some horny teenager. He was flustered but clearly getting hot and growing more servile with every passing moment.
And every puff of exhaled smoke in the kitchen.
“Get over here, bitch.” And I authoritatively pointed to the floor beside me.
He hesitated, but less every time, and walked towards me, defeated.
“Did I say that you could STAND, faggot?!?”
He dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes tossed from a truck. It was a pathetic display that likely hurt his knees as they made a loud ‘thud’ on the linoleum. I smiled. His suffering was delicious to me.
“Good girl. Now crawl over here on all fours like an obedient little doggy.”
And he did.
It wasn’t fast enough but I figured I would be able to correct that later.
I took a deep drag from the cigarette, timing it for when he arrived at the appointed spot, and exhaled directly into his face in a casual manner, without even looking him in the eye. The coughs that followed were music to my ears.
I carefully tapped the small ash onto the plate, knowing full well it would be going elsewhere before I was finished.
“So here we are, Daddy. You, on your knees before your little girl, while she smokes in your house. I wonder what Mother would have to say about that?” Again, I didn’t even look at him, knowing that he twisted inside.
“Seriously, you are just pathetic. You and I both know that sex has nothing to do with this. You are less than a man, an underendowed little bitch with no spine. You are on your knees because you are nothing more than my slave. My bitch. A fucking toy to use and discard. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I am less than a man…”
“HA! Exactly! You are SUCH a bitch. A faggot with a small dick who has no business fucking anything…” And then it hit me.
I had an idea of what he COULD fuck. Later. For now, I wanted to make him hurt some more.
“You have a tiny dick. You aren’t good for pleasing a woman. You shouldn’t be sticking that thing anywhere, actually.”
I waited. I wanted an answer. As always, Daddy didn’t disappoint his little girl.
“No, Miss Jane, I shouldn’t be sticking my little dick anywhere.” So sad. True, and I was loving it, but sad.
“Nope. Sticking your WHAT, though?” I smiled. Another drag from my cigarette.
“My (COUGH) little thing (COUGH).”
“Fucking disgusting. You disgust me, and you should be ashamed of yourself, you know that?”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I do know that, thank you.”
Aw, delightful gratitude at heaping insults on my loving Father. I was enjoying this a LOT.
I swiveled to face him. Smiling down at my sad Dad I raised my heel gently to his thigh and pressed. Deep. Hard. I was savoring the look of resistance on his face. The lines around his eyes showing me his suffering even as my eyes were alight with pure joy at his pain.
I was growing to need this. Just as I needed Daddy’s love when I was a child, I needed his suffering now.
And he was giving to me. And what was more, he was enjoying it too. I moved the heel of my shoe to his growing cock.
“You are repulsive. What is THIS?!!?”
“I, I am sorry Miss Jane…” He looked down with a little bit of surprise at his erection.
“Sorry? Yes, we are covering that a lot. You are sorry. Disgusting. A disgusting little fairy who likes being abused by his own StepDaughter.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I am a disgusting little fairy who likes being abused.”
Almost. He was getting better but I wasn’t going to let him hold back anything from me.
SLAP!
“Abused by who? SAY IT!”
“I like to be abused by my beautiful stepdaughter.” He was on the verge of tears. Again. I was getting used to it.
“Aw, how sweet! Do you think I am beautiful? My Daddy is so proud of his little girl!”
“Yes, Miss, I…”
“While your daughter is fucking disgusting by YOU!” SLAP!
SLAP! I slapped him again, harder. And again.
“You.” SLAP!
“Disgust.” SLAP!
“Me.” SLAP!
“Fucking pathetic little dirtbag. Kiss my other heel while I dig this into your sad excuse for a dick, you fucking bitch.” He was beyond aroused, his cheeks flush (and not JUST from my slapping them), his cock hard with a damp spot forming again on the front of his slacks. Almost too easy.
His lips eagerly met my shiny black shoe as I pressed it condecendingly against his lips. For a moment I pictured those lips as they kissed Mom goodbye in the morning just as they had kissed my forehead before school. This was getting me drunk with power.
“God if Mom could only see you now, kneeling before me while I stab my heel into that sad little thing you poke her with. Repulsive little bitch.”
I slowed myself, took a drag off my cigarette and exhaled leisurely into his face. His coughing was almost in rhythm to his tiny dick bouncing under my heel. I was getting so hot again at his suffering. It would never be enough. I knew that now.
I took my high heeled shoe from his lips and he leaned forward, hungrily, in an attempt to catch it before it left. Sad. A second later I removed the shoe that was pressed into his damp cock and made a distinct ‘click’ on the floor next to him, straddling his sad, sweaty, desperate, face.
I leaned down at him, cigarette at my lips, dragging deeply.
The look of fear on his face at whatever might come next was exquisite and I made a mental note to always make him look that scared, wounded and sad. I exhaled a thick plume of smoke into his mouth and nose, forcing him to cough loudly.
“Lean back and keep that fucking hole in your face open for your Mistress.”
Using the word ‘Mistress’ made it seem so real. My ownership of my own Dad.
“Yes, Miss Jane…” I cut him off.
My finger pressed hard against his lower lip, my nail clearly hurting him as it left a white mark, I moved my cigarette closer to his face. I drank in the look in his eyes as he followed the cigarette towards him.
Towards his open mouth.
My new ashtray.
The ash dropped casually onto his waiting tongue. An eager tongue. Like the rest of my loving Daddy, it was a tongue whose only purpose was to please his beloved stepdaughter. I smiled at the thought and the wonderful sound of his choking back the ash and swallow it deep.
I showed some mercy as I turned away from him and put my cigarette out in the dish. Still looking at the dish, my finger on his lips, I spoke in a low tone full of menace.
“You will disrobe, putting your clothes near the kitchen door, and as before you will put on the frilly apron as any other maid would. Then you will clean up this dish with my cigarette and ash, washing the rest of the dishes as I normally might. Back when I did any chores, that is…
“Then you will prepare dinner for Mom and me, with a small portion for yourself. Do not plan on enjoying much of it as I have a… special ingredient I will add before Mom gets home. The cake will be made ready, as you already did a passable job of cleaning up there will be ample time to finish.
“Once you are done, fetch your cell phone and text me your work is done. Once you have passed my inspection, and assuming there is time, you will be able to change out of your cum stained clothes into something that gives Mom the impression you are still a human being.”
I got up and started leaving the kitchen, a smile creeping on my face as I thought of all the suffering I was visiting upon Dear Ol’ Daddy.
“And lastly, you will make absolutely certain that when I get back there is no reason for me to be disappointed. I have only begun to make you suffer, and when I actually punish you the agony will be… indescribable.”
The fear he felt was like a thing alive as I left him to his work.

To part 3 of the story

Little role play turned bad

Posted on 05/02/2019 - 05/02/2019 by pseudonymous

Note: This story involves consenting adults and is no way a work describing acts of pedophilia.

House cleaning slave

One Saturday, Ma’m Ann ordered me to purchase some cleaning supplies and to report to Her home, as usual, bringing my “second-best” little-Girl disguise and my “soft” Mary Janes. When I’m going to be Feminized in public, or for party guests, a Domme usually prefers that I wear my prettiest frilliest little-Girl clothes, and my patent-leather Mary Janes, but I dislike wearing such pretty clothes when I’m doing hard work or receiving intense torture. Ma’m Ann’s stipulation of “second-best” was a warning that I should expect to receive some rough treatment!

Find your little near ?
As part of my usual preparation for Feminization and age play, I carefully shaved my entire body (including “down there”) so that I would be smooth and soft and hairless all over.

I reported promptly to Ma’m Ann’s home. On my arrival, Ma’am Ann ordered me to strip naked and submit to inspection. She took my male clothes, keys, I.D., and wallet, and locked these in Her safe, while I read the long list of chores that She had assigned for me. I expected Her to command me to put on my little-Girl clothes, and to get to work. Instead, Ma’m Ann merely tied a string of sleigh bells around my little inchworm, then She tied a tiny frilly sissy-maid apron around my waist … and then She ordered me to get to work, just as i was. my little-Girl outfit would be put aside for “later”.

For several hours, I scrubbed and cleaned throughout Ma’m Ann’s house, beginning with the dungeon in Her basement and then working my way upstairs. The steady jingle-jangle of my inchworm announced my diligence and my constant activity, but I knew that Ma’m Ann had other ways of observing me. Her entire house, and the front door were monitored by video cameras, and Ma’m Ann was able to view these from security monitors in Her workroom and throughout the house. While I worked, clad only in a teeny lace-frilled apron, Ma’m Ann remained in Her office, the only room I was never permitted to enter.

Time to service the guests

After I had worked for several hours, the doorbell rang. On the speaker, Ma’m Ann’s voice commanded me to “open the door”. If She had said, “answer the door”, I would have understood this to be Her command for me to screen the visitor through a closed partition so that I did not reveal my nakedness. But “open the door” was Ma’m Ann’s command meaning precisely that: I was required to open the front door and stand there, fully naked and sissified, to politely greet whoever had arrived. I was to keep my hands at my sides, making no attempt to conceal my inchworm, and to maintain eye contact with the visitor … or, if there was more than one, with the visitor who seemed most Dominant.

I opened the door and was confronted by two very large tall muscular young African-American men in street clothes. When they saw a much smaller white man standing there — shaved, naked, hairless — wearing only a frilly little sissy-maid apron, they both smirked in delight. Then they laughed out loud when they saw the string of sleigh bells dangling from my tiny little inchworm. As I saw their eyes glance down towards my thighs, I foolishly violated Ma’m Ann’s rule to maintain eye contact, and I glanced downwards myself. Both of these men wore tight-fitting jeans, and the enormous bulges in both of their crotches told me that these two huge black men each had a LARGE proud reason for laughing at my own tiny pathetic little inchworm.

Stepping into the hallway behind me, Ma’m Ann greeted these two black gentlemen, and invited them to “go downstairs and get comfortable”. The two burly black men merely past me — one of them muttering “‘Scuse me, faggot” — and they went down to the cellar, which was also Ma’m Ann’s dungeon.

Ma’m Ann commanded me to lock the door, while She inspected my housework and found it to Her satisfaction. Then She ordered me to put away my work items, take off my slave bells, and to put on my little-Girl costume while instructing me: “you are a Girl, four years old, and your name is Sissy. When you are ready, you will report to the Nurse’s office” … this being one of the playrooms in Ma’m Ann’s house. Having given these orders, Ma’m Ann walked away.

Getting ready for my men

I have a very nice strap-on Vagina made of molded latex, the same color as my own skin. It is hairless, and the back of it contains a small latex pouch into which I tuck my male baubles. (The pouch is very small, but then so are my male parts.) I stripped naked and then I put on my sissy-Vagina, careful to tuck my inchworm so that it was positioned correctly behind the urethra (piss-hole) of my Vagina, in case my little-Girl self had to go “wee-wee” later. Next, I put on my frilly pink ruffled sissy-panties and my lace-frilled white ankle socks. I carefully crammed my feet into a pair of Mary Janes made from soft black velvet, without hard soles or heels.

There are security monitors all over Ma’m Ann’s house; I am forbidden to change the image or audio without Her instructions. The monitor in front of me was showing the dungeon. The two large black men were sitting in the dungeon, watching a DVD player as it showed an old Shirley Temple movie. Little Shirley Temple, all dressed up in frills and curly blonde hair, was acting out a scene with the legendary black dancer Bill “Bojangles” Robinson. The scene required this adult black man to cringe and “yassuh” to this little white Girl. I could tell from the body language of the two black men watching this movie that they were not amused. On the audio, I heard one of them say to the other: “Shit, you know what I’d do to that little white bitch?” and then both black men laughed.

I put on my petti-slip and several white frilly petticoats, then I laced myself into an elaborate ruffled pink baby-doll dress, appropriate for a four-year-old Girl but tailored for my man-sized body. Next, sitting in front of a mirror, I tucked my short male hair into a wig cap, then I put on an elaborate Goldilocks-style wig with long blonde curls and ringlets. I fastened the wig in place with a pink hair ribbon under my chin, and several bobby pins. Next, using a safe water-based glue, I carefully glued to my eyelids a set of realistic false eyelashes that would make my eyes look softer and more Feminine without any drag-queen exaggerations. Finally, I crammed my hands into a pair of white wristlet gloves with lace-trimmed cuffs.

Since I am required to remain in character whenever I’m Feminized and Girlified, from this point onwards I was REQUIRED to speak and behave exactly like a little four-year-old Girl. I blew a kiss to the mirror, and then — clutching my skirt and petticoats — I skipped down the hall to the Nurse’s office. I knocked politely on the door, and was told: “Come in.”

Punished by the school nurse

I entered. Ma’m Ann was seated, wearing a nurse’s uniform, with a scowl on Her beautiful face. Knowing that I was required to be a polite little Girl, I curtseyed prettily and announced, in a high-pitched lisping Girlish voice: “Hewwo, Ma’m. my name ith Thi’thee, an’ I’m faw years old.”

She got right to the point: “you must be Sissy Wetmore. I am the School Nurse. I’ve had some very unpleasant reports about you. The teachers and the Schoolmistress have seen you touching yourself in your girly-place.”

I meekly confessed that I was guilty of that crime. “Come here, young lady. Stand in front of Me. Pull down your panties, then lift your skirt and petticoats and hold them above your waist.” The School Nurse was flexing a short steel ruler.

I meekly obeyed. The School Nurse seized me roughly by one arm, and She pulled me over her knees. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She proceeded to spank me unmercifully with Her steel ruler, while I whimpered and squirmed and i “promised” to be good. Finally, the School Nurse dumped me onto the floor, commanding me to adjust my clothing. Brushing a long blonde curl away from my face, I obeyed.

“you and I are not finished, young lady,” said the School Nurse sternly. “I have received reports that you stole some licorice, and you ate it during class. Is this true?” Again, I meekly confessed my crime. The School Nurse slapped my face, hard. “Bad girl! Don’t you know that candy will rot your teeth? Open your mouth!”

I obediently opened my mouth. “you’d better put on a dental bib,” said the School Nurse, fastening a bib around my neck above the collar of my pink frilly dress. Now the School Nurse inspected my teeth. “Terrible! you need braces!” She declared. “Hold still.” From a nearby drawer, the School Nurse took a glittering steel object: a Whitehead dental gag, designed to keep a dental patient’s mouth forced open. I meekly stood still as the School Nurse inserted this into my mouth, locking the bars so that it could not be removed. I expected Her to adjust the gag to its maximum extension, forcing my mouth open: instead, She left it in the open setting, so that I could not remove the dental gag but I could otherwise move my mouth normally and even speak coherently.

“Now, as for touching your girly-place … THIS is how we punish a naughty little girl whose hands go where they’re not supposed to.” From a desk drawer, the School Nurse took a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs. She seized my arms and pulled them roughly behind my back. Click-click, and suddenly my wrists were handcuffed behind the pink taffeta sash on my frilly dress.

“Now, you just come with me, young lady,” said the School Nurse angrily. Seizing me by one elbow, She yanked me towards the stairs and proceeded to march me down to the cellar … to the dungeon. Without my arms, I had to be very careful to avoid stumbling.

In the dungeon were the two muscular black men. The DVD monitor was still playing a Shirley Temple movie, but now the sound was turned off. On a table in front of the DVD were several sex magazines open to centerfolds of sexy Women. Now, as the two black men stood up, I saw that they both had their jeans unzipped, and each of them had a huge hairy black cock poking out of his jeans. These men had been masturbating while they looked at the sex magazines, and now their huge erections showed they were horny.

Just then I noticed that the bib around my neck was trimmed with pink lace, and embroidered on the bib in big red letters was my name “SISSY”.

As the School Nurse dragged me into the room, I tried to hide behind Her, but She twisted my arm painfully. When the two black men saw me — an adult white man dressed as a frilly little “Girl”, wearing a bib marked “SISSY” — they both burst out laughing, and neither man tried to conceal his huge black cock.

Handing me to the black monster cocks

The School Nurse cleared Her throat. “This little girl is named Sissy. she says she’s four years old, but I suspect she’s somewhat older. I have restrained her hands because little Sissy likes to touch herself in her girly-place. Little Sissy also likes to suck on licorice sticks, even though they gum up her braces. I will leave little Sissy here while you gentlemen explain to her what happens to naughty little girls who suck on things they’re not supposed to.” The two black men laughed cruelly, just as the School Nurse stepped out of the dungeon, closing the door and locking it. I could hear Her feet going upstairs beyond the locked door, and i knew that Ma’m Ann would be watching and listening on a monitor in Her workroom.

Now I was humiliated twice over: because I was a small white man, handcuffed and completely helpless, in a room with two large muscular horny black men, and also because I was supposedly a “little Girl” here with two large men flaunting their enormous erections. Knowing that Ma’m Ann was watching every move I made, and knowing i was required to stay in character, I meekly did a no-hands curtsey and introduced myself: “Hewwo, thir. Hewwo, mithter. my name ith Thi’thee.” I didn’t want to play this “game”; I only wanted to get out of there!

The two black men smirked cruelly as they started asking me questions: “Why do you do this?” “What else do you like to suck on, LITTLE GIRL?” Their questions took on a very unpleasant edge because I couldn’t tell whether these men were role-playing — pretending I was a genuine four-year-old Girl — or if they weren’t playing at all, and were simply taunting and bullying me while treating me exactly like what I really was: a sissified white man. These black men had already seen me naked, and they knew that the tiny soft inchworm inside my frilly pink panties couldn’t possibly compete with the two enormous black hard-ons that were now pointing straight at me.

As these two much larger men interrogated me, their humiliating questions had a double meaning: “Why do you do this?” could be a question addressed to a naughty little Girl who had been caught touching herself … or it could be a question addressed to a grown man caught dressing up as a little Girl. Were these men role-playing that I was a “Little Girl” … or was this no game at all, and they were righteously and angrily confronting a pervert? Each time they addressed me as “Little Girl”, I shuddered so deeply that my taffeta petticoats rustled: were these men play-acting, or were they being sarcastic? One of the men lifted my petticoats while he looked me in the eyes: “What else do you like to suck on, Sissy?”

Whether these men were role-playing or not, I knew that Ma’m Ann would be furious if I did not remain in character. Squirming in my frilly pants, my long blonde curls bobbed up and down as I timidly lisped out a few meek answers in my little-Girl voice … confessing that I liked to steal candy and suck on it while I touched my “girly-place”. my childish lisp was no longer an act: the dental gag in my mouth prevented me from speaking clearly.

Finally, one of the black men, with a nasty tone in his voice, said: “So you suck on licorice sticks, huh? Open your mouth, bitch!” Genuinely terrified now, I opened my mouth. He started fiddling with the bars on the Whitehead device, and suddenly I realized that he knew how to adjust a dental gag. Before I could protest, he had suddenly jacked the gag open all the way … forcing my mouth wide open, with my jaws so far apart that I couldn’t bite anything that might enter my mouth!

“Now let’s take a look at this little bitch’s pussy,” said the other black man. “Hold still, bitch!” He grabbed my skirt and petticoats and thrust them roughly into the pink sash waistband of my frilly ruffled dress, exposing my bare legs and my panties. I tried to plead “Please don’t!”, but my forced-open mouth only made a few childish gurgling noises. One black man took out a knife and held it to my throat. “I said DON’T MOVE, bitch!” Absolutely terrified, I decided to be a “good Girl”: I meekly stood still with a knife at my throat while the other black man tugged my panties down to my knees. The two men stood there, appraising my naked white buttocks and the hairless “Vagina” between my thighs that was clearly a strap-on counterfeit.

I stood trembling in my Mary Janes and frilly ankle socks while the two black men made nasty comments about my “little white girly ass” and my “pussy”. I felt humiliated twice over: I felt exactly as if I REALLY was a terrified little Girl being sexually inspected at knife-point by two child molesters, and at the same time I felt the genuine humiliation of exactly what I truly WAS at this point: a totally helpless sissified white man at the mercy of two large strong merciless black men with huge erections.

Extreme role-playing

At that moment, I did exactly what any genuine little Girl would do if confronted by two child molesters: I made “wetties”. Suddenly I lost control of my bladder, and a stream of piss — not a proud male gusher, but a pathetic Girlish dribble — started trickling out of the hairless little-Girl vagina between my bare thighs. I couldn’t control it: like a frightened little Girl, I was wetting myself.

“Gaw-DAMN!” yelled one of the black men, jumping out of the way. I saw that a couple of drops from my “wetties” had landed near his shoes. Ma’m Ann would be furious if I stained either of these visitors … but with no hands, and with a little Girl’s equipment between my thighs instead of a penis, I had no way to aim my golden flow. Hot tears of shame filled my eyes as I dropped to a squat and made my wetties girly-style, spreading my thighs while I squatted directly over the drain in the floor of Ma’m Ann’s dungeon and I emptied my bladder downwards between my Mary Janes … feeling exactly like a genuine little Girl, forced to make her wetties while two child molesters watched and laughed.

“you finished now? Gitcher ass back on up, bitch!” one of the two black men commanded me. Of course, i could not wipe myself. Afraid to disobey, I stood up … a few drops of my girl-piss staining my bare thighs.

“Git up, bitch! Turn around!” I whimpered and squirmed helplessly while the two black men stroked their hard-ons and debated whether or not they should “mess with” my “pussy”. Finally, they decided it would not be a good idea to “pop my cherry”. I took this to mean that they were role-playing after all, and therefore they were agreeing that I was actually a four-year-old Girl with a real Vagina, not a man disguising his tiny manhood behind a latex fake.

Then … they raped me.

my struggles were real, my high-pitched squeals of terror were genuine. I kicked my little Mary Janes as hard as I could, but the soft velvet shoes made were as weak and helpless as the rest of me. my handcuffed arms were totally useless. I felt genuinely as weak and helpless as an actual little Girl as these two large powerful black men proceeded to rape my “little white-bitch ass” and my “little white-bitch mouth”. The taste of the dental gag’s surgical steel, forcing my jaws open, was not the only taste that filled my mouth. Muscular black hands gripped my white butt-cheeks and spread them apart, and now I was getting filled down there, too.

“Swallow, bitch,” one of the black men hissed, pressing his knife to my throat as his enormous cock choked my throat.

They both must have been VERY horny because they came several times inside me. They also switched places, so the cock that had raped my little sissy-girl ass was now in my throat, and I got to taste my own shit on this black man’s dick.

When they were finished with me, my frilly petticoats and the bib marked “SISSY” were thoroughly stained, and my lips were dripping with my own shit and two black men’s sperm. my two rapists dropped me to the floor and left me there, whimpering and sobbing like a helpless little Girl, while they zipped up their jeans and laughed at me. I was no longer play-acting: genuine tears of shame and terror stained my long girlish eyelashes and my Sissy-bib.

The door unlocked and Ma’m Ann entered, still dressed as the strict School Nurse. There was a damp spot on the front of Her nurse’s uniform, and I knew that Ma’m Ann had pleasured Herself while She watched my rape on the vidcams. Now She spoke: “I see that this naughty little girl has learned her lesson. Thank you, gentlemen. Will you see yourselves out?” my two rapists left, laughing, while Ma’m Ann, with a touch of gentleness, unlocked my handcuffs and the dental gag.

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