Mistress
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Posted:Apr 26, 2024 9:19 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 12:15 pm 1708 Views
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Oh no. I completely forgot I was even wearing the lipstick. My face had drained white and I would have looked like a ghost at that point.
"Having a bit of fun experimenting with your feminine side, are we sissy boi?" Carla said as she winked at me.
I had nothing to say. I had no logical response. Here I was standing Infront of my wife with a deep red lipstick on and it was my choice, she didn't even ask me. She knew I wanted this, I could see it in her eyes.
"I thought I'd play the part given how I was dressed" was all I could muster up.
"Well, it really does suit you, I mean it "Diana"."
Carla took a few steps towards me and came in for a hug. I took her embrace and held her tightly.
"I just wanted to say I am sorry for this morning. I didn't want to be too aggressive with you. I don't know what came over me. I hope you can forgive me honey."
I hugged her tightly and told her that it was okay.
"By the way honey, you look so sexy in that outfit. You've been such a good gurl today, I want to make it up to you" Carla said.
She dragged me to the bedroom and pushed me playfully down onto the bed with. My back laying down whilst she towered over me.
"You have been a good gurl today and I think you deserve a reward. Now, I want you to lay down and just enjoy this moment with me. Do you trust me "Diana"?"
What choice did I have? I trusted Carla with my life at this point. She has been so accepting of me exploring my feminine submissive side and has not been judgmental whatsoever, even with my love for bondage.
"I trust you Mistress" I responded.
Carla placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could hear some shifting around the room whilst I laid down in the bed. I felt her grab my arms and place something around each wrist of mine. I heard the infamous clicking sound of what I only assume could be a lock. I was about to say something to her, but then I remembered that I gave her my trust so I should just enjoy the moment as she said.
Next, she did the same with my legs. I felt a strap around each leg followed by the same clicking sound. As I tried to move, I realize that I was tied down to the bed. Over the last few weeks, I have come to release that I enjoy being submissive. and obedient. This only fed into that enjoyment. I could not see anything or move my arms or legs.
I could feel Carla hiking up my skirt and pulling my pink panties down. She had freed my tiny erection. As I felt her get onto the bed, I waited in anticipation. What was she going to do?
"Diana, just relax, you deserve this" Carla whispered.
What I felt next was what I could only assume to be her warm mouth. She began by kissing and licking the tip of my little cock and it was heavenly. She took my whole cock into her mouth and sucked away. Carla was amazing at giving blow jobs, sometimes it was almost better than the sex. She sucked as if her life depended on it, and I was getting closer and closer to cumming by the second.
What came next is something that will change the course of our lives forever. A cold, wet, finger made its way to the entrance of my boi pussy. I let out a soft gasp.
I opened my mouth and said "Ca..."
"Shhh, honey. Just enjoy it. Be a good gurl, you trust me right?" said Carla.
I just froze and let her have her way with me. She slowly inserted one of her fingers with little resistance. She must have used a lot of lube. She continued to suck like her life depended on it, but now she had started to gyrate her finger around inside me. I could only describe the feeling as a pressure building deep inside me that I have never felt before. It felt amazing. I didn't even realise until Carla brought it to my attention but I was pushing onto her finger to get it deeper inside of me. What was I doing, fucking her finger, like a gurl? It felt so great but so taboo at the same time. She won't think I am much of a real man anymore. All these thoughts and feelings so hard to reconcile in my bimbo mind.
I let the pleasure take over. Carla began to gyrate and finger me harder whilst sucking my little hardon. I could not handle it anymore. I squealed like a little girl.
"Carla, I'm going to cum!" I screeched.
"Cum for me baby, be a good gurl and cum for me" Carla yelled.
That was all I needed. For some reason, being called a good gurl really turned me on. I came, small rope after small rope of cum shooting into her mouth whilst she kept gyrating her finger inside me. I could feel my boi pussy sphincter pulse on her finger while she moved it in and out of me effortlessly.
As my orgasm subsided, I felt Carla withdraw her finger. I was panting. I could bareley breathe. That was the most amazing experience in my life. To my surprise, I felt the bed shift and Carla crawl closer to me. She gave me a big passionate kiss, with the added surprise of forcing my delicious cum into my mouth from hers. So aroused and confused about the whole situation, I took my cum and swallowed it all whilst kissing her. I was in heaven.
I felt the bed shift again. At this point I was too exhausted to even move so I just laid there catching my breath. I heard Carla rummaging around in one of her draws. I assumed she was trying to find the keys to the straps on my arms and legs.
Again, I felt the bed shift. Carla grabbed my now tiny flaccid penis. It was very sensitive, and I flinched. I felt her put some sort of ring around my penis, followed by what I could only explain felt like a steel cage. That's when I heard the same clicking sound of the lock. Confused, I asked Carla what she was doing.
"Honey, I want you to trust me, and I think this is going to help you explore yourself."
She took off my blindfold and I immediately looked down at my clitty.
"Before you say anything honey, this is a chastity device. It is used on sissies to stop them from getting erections. It helps bois stay faithful to their women, but it has another use." Carla said.
Still getting my thoughts together, Carla went on.
"It will help you feel more feminine and enjoy who you really are. I know that you are enjoying this honey. The clothes, the heels, the submissiveness, and the femininity. I want to help you, and I feel that this is one of the best ways. Besides, women do not have bulges in their skirts, so it will help you feel more comfortable when you're dressed up like this."
Carla was right. I was loving this but I was having trouble admitting it to her. Looking down to see a tent in my skirt wasn't a good look, and it would look much nicer to have it flat and feminine.
"How long does this chastity cage stay on for?" I meekly responded.
"Because you've been such a good gurl for me, I have decided that I will let you have the keys. But honey, I want you to know that this is your choice how long it stays on for. I bought you a little box that has a timer lock on it so you can put the keys in there and lock it for however long you want to."
I was intrigued. She gave me the option? This means that if this was truly something that I wanted, I would have to lock the keys away which not only tells Carla that this is what I want but reaffirms to myself that this is indeed what I want.
"That being said honey, I do want you to at least see what it's like to not have to think about your tiny clitty, and just bask in the world of femininity" Carla said.
With that, I saw her go to the bedside drawer, open it up and retrieve a little box. She placed the keys in the box and pressed a few buttons. I heard some beeping and then a small motor sound.
"I will only set this timer once, and that will be today. I have set the timer for 30 days so that means you will be free in 30 days if you want to be. It will be your choice after the first 30 days, sissy boi" Carla said with a smirk on her face.
I honestly did not know what to think. How was I going to pee? How was I going to shave? All these thoughts came rushing to my head. Carla make her way over to me and laid next to me. I was still tied up in the straps so I couldn't move much if at all.
"Did you enjoy that honey? Did you like my finger inside youe boi pussy?" Carla whispered into my ear.
I couldn't lie to her. The way my body reacted and the amount of cum that I shot into her mouth only for me to eat it after was like never before.
"It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. You really knew how to push my buttons" I replied.
"Oh honey, you could have lied and I still would have known. The way you kept pushing back onto my finger told me that you loved it even if you were afraid to admit it." said Carla.
We lay there resting for a few minutes before Carla got up and went to the wardrobe. I heard her rummaging around in the wardrobe whilst I almost fell asleep in exhaustion. She emerged from the wardrobe. As my eyes made my way up her legs starting at her black stilettoes and black seamed stockings, I noticed that she was also wearing the same houndstooth skirt.
She was shirtless with no bra and her pert breasts on full display. My limp clitty twitched and tried to get hard, but the small cage was stopping it. It felt odd, but somewhat intoxicating.
Unable to get hard whilst staring at my lovely wife whilst I'm bound to the bed wearing stockings, locked in heels, wearing a skirt and a pink blouse. Who would have thought that I'd be aroused by any of this. I was completely and utterly vulnerable and at her mercy
"Now faggot, we're not done just yet. I'm glad you're still tied up for this" Carla said.
Puzzled by what she meant, she took one hand and lifted her skirt slowly. My jaw dropped when I saw her huge strapon!
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Bambi and Mistress
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Posted:Apr 25, 2024 2:56 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 12:15 pm 1954 Views
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"Strip and kneel!"
Bambi instinctively complied, and kneeled nude in front of Ms Sindell wearing only her very small steel chastity cage.
"And to think I've just been out shopping for you. Stay there," she commanded Bambi as she went into Bambi's room to retrieve one of her shopping bags. She handed Bambi a white and pink satin night shirt which had a pink heart in the center of it, with the words 'Good Gurl' across the top, and 'Bambi Doll' across the bottom.
"Put it on, I think we'll start your training properly today, yes why not!"
Ms Sindell handed Bambi a small bottle from her hand bag with a label attached to it which read simply 'Drink Me.'
Bambi opened the bottle and drank its contents.
"Lie down on the bed" Ms Sindell instructed.
The last thing Bambi remembered was hearing her mistress say, "Welcome to Wonderland Bambi," as she felt her insert earbuds deep into her ears, before drifting into a wonderful euphoric sleep with a soft voice encouraging her to let go and to listen, like a 'good gurl' .....
When Dani eventually came round, the clock by the bed said 7pm -she had been out for at least six hours. As she forced herself to sit up, Dani looked at herself in the full length mirror at the side of her bed, and discovered that she was dressed in a knee-length satin pink dress with puffed sleeves and a full taffeta underskirt. She was also wearing six inch stiletto pink boots which appeared to be locked at the ankle, and a pink studded collar emblazoned with the words 'Good Gurl' across the top, and 'Bambi Doll' across the bottom. Dani felt a powerful shudder pass through her as she read these words. As she studied herself in the mirror, she felt an overwhelming thrill at her immaculately made up feminine face and her highlighted, curled hair arranged into a pony tail with a pink satin ribbon, and with bangs hanging down at the front. At his point she noticed a message on the screen of the laptop by the bed to which her earbuds were attached, which simply read, "Don't you look sweet Bambi, be a good gurl and come up the stairs to my room."
Impulsively and without thinking, Dani submissively obeyed. She teetered taking small steps in her stiletto boots, and with the help of the hand rail she made it to the top of stairs. The door to Ms Sindell's apartment was locked, and there was a sign on the door which read "Be a good gurl Bambi, kneel and wait." Automatically, Dani obeyed.
After some thirty minutes or so, Dani heard the door unlock. Ms Sindell opened the door and stood over her. She attached a leash to Dani's collar and pulled her to her feet.
"Come with me Bambi Doll, there's a good gurl," she heard Ms Sindell say as she led her into her suite of rooms. Every time she heard the words "Bambi", "Doll", and "Good Gurl", she felt her will and sense of her old self 'Daniel' fade away some more. These words also triggered immediate obedience and unconditional compliance with any accompanying command.
Ms Sindell led Dani into her lounge instructing her to sit on one of the sofas. This instruction actually took five attempts and five short sharp shocks to her small chastity cage, before Ms Sindell was happy with the way that Dani walked over to the sofa in her heels, and with the way that she sat down and arranged her skirts.
"That's much better Bambi," she was told after her fifth attempt.
"Now, slight change of plan Bambi. ... I'm going to have to go out for an hour or so. I want you to practice walking in your heels, sitting down and arranging your skirts, the way that I've shown you. Make sure that you keep your posture upright at all times."
With that Ms Sindell left the room, and disappeared from her apartment. Desperate to please her mistress and to avoid any more shocks to her cage, Dani complied and spent the next half hour or so walking up and down the room, carefully placing her feet in small steps and sashaying her hips as Ms Sindell had shown her. She had just sat down and carefully arranged her skirts when she heard the door to Ms Sindell's apartment open. To her shock and horror the door to the lounge opened and Mr Brady walked through it. Instinctively Dani stood up and stared directly at him.
"Well, just look at you," she heard Mr Brady say as he strode forcefully into the lounge and sat down on the sofa opposite Dani.
"Wow, what a day. I would love a cold beer. Be a good little gurl and get me one from Ms Sindell's fridge would you."
Dani had hesitated only for a moment before Mr Brady was on his feet, grabbing Dani by the leash and pulling her down across his knee as he sat down on the sofa next to her. Mr Brady's hand moved from the leash, and Dani felt a huge hand grab both of her wrists together, while the other hand lifted her skirts. What followed was probably the most humiliating and painful experience of Dani's life, as Mr Brady's open palm spanked Dani's cute butt cheeks powerfully with a series of ten earth shattering strikes making her bubble butt cheeks a nice shade of red.
"Now get up and get me that beer sissy boi!"
Dani managed to raise herself onto her feet and teetered sheepishly into the kitchen to find Mr Brady a beer. After handing the beer to him in a tall glass, she was instructed to stand to the side of the sofa next to Mr Brady, who switched on the TV to watch some football and enjoy his beer. As she stood there too frightened to move, Dani felt Mr Brady's hand start to caress her stockinged legs. With her heart racing and all her senses alive with the spanking she had just taken, Dani started to feel incredibly aroused as she felt Mr Brady's hand move up and down her legs, her tiny clitty trying to get hard in it's small steel cage.
"You like that don't you!" Dani heard Mr Brady say. "I can feel you responding to my touch, and I can hear your breathing start to quicken, you little slut."
Anxious to avoid being taken over his knee again, Dani answered " Yes, I do Sir."
"Good gurl. Now go get me a cloth will you, the bottom of this glass is wet and I need to dry these marks on my pants."
Dani returned with a dry kitchen towel, instinctively curtseyed to Mr Brady, before holding it out and offering it to him.
"No you misunderstand me, you are going to dry my pants with it, not me. ... Now come round here and kneel down in front of me."
Dani had no choice but to comply. She knelt down in front of Mr Brady and proceeded to dry the wet marks on his pants with the towel, first on his inner thigh, and then on his groin. As she patted and stroked with the towel attempting to dry the beer from his groin, she felt it starting to swell and grow, grow very large. She looked up at Mr Brady and made eye contact. He was smilling at her, clearly enjoying the situation and the gentle touch of Dani's hands ....
At that precise moment, Ms Sindell returned and walked back into the room.
"What on earth is going on here?" She heard Ms Sindell say, as she laughed out aloud at the situation she had walked into. Both Mr Brady and Dani, instinctively and obediently stood to attention with the arrival of Ms Sindell, who proceeded to walk around them enjoying their predicament. Ms Sindell grabbed Dani's leash and led her back in front of Mr Brady so that the two of them were looking directly at each other.
"Well, it sure is nice to see you two getting so acquainted," Ms Sindell continued. "You might as well finish what you've started ...."
" .... Be a good gurl Bambi Doll, and DROP FOR COCK!"
Dani felt her knees buckle as she dropped to the floor in front of Mr Brady. Without hesitation, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and released his huge, beautiful cock from his boxers. Looking obediently up into his eyes, Dani somehow knew exactly what to do and started to lick and suck the mushroom head of his big cock. She slid her tongue down the shaft of his penis, taking his testicles into her mouth, before working her mouth back up to the top of his shaft and taking it fully into her mouth. Mr. Brady grabbed her ponytail and started to force his cock rhythmically and repeatedly down her throat. She heard both Mr Brady and Ms Sindell laugh at her as she gagged time and again. His big cock grew larger and larger in her mouth and throat, she could feel the pulse of its central vein growing faster and stronger as Mr Brady's breathing grew ever louder and deeper, until with a deep and loud moan, he exploded into her mouth. His delicious cum pulsed several times into her mouth as she desperately tried to keep up and swallow. Removing his cock from her mouth, he shot the last two pulses over Dani's beautiful, feminine face.
Dani was just starting to recover her breathing a little when she heard Ms Sindell say, "On your feet Bambi Doll". Ms Sindell grabbed her leash and led her over to a full length mirror in the hallway. A sharp painful shock to her cage dropped her to her knees in front of the mirror....
"Look at yourself in the mirror Bambi, what do you see?" asked Ms Sindell mockingly.
"Do you see a dirty little sissy boi slut with cum drooling from her mouth and all over her face? Because I do!" Ms Sindell continued.
Dani nodded in agreement, "Yes Mistress."
"What is your name slut?"
"Bambi, Mistress."
Bambi's old self was slipping further and further away.
"Good gurl. Time to go deeper into the rabbit hole now Bambi Doll."
As she said this, Ms Sindell handed her a new pink collar with big gold letters "CUM LOVER".
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Sissy Husband
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Posted:Apr 24, 2024 5:30 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 12:15 pm 1468 Views
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"The evidence is a little mixed Sir, and historians disagree about whether or not whipping boys, and whipping girls for that matter, really existed or not. The first mention of a whipping boy came in 1605 in Samuel Rowley's play 'When You See Me, You Know Me.' After that, they were quite frequently mentioned in literature. But there are a couple of historical references to them as well. I tend to be of the school of thought that they were very real, indeed. At a minimum, in Eastern monarchies, but I tend to think in Europe as well."
"Way too much fucking information professor, I'm not one of your loser students. 'School of thought.' What bullshit! So, what do you think of my idea, babe?"
"Yes, I think that could work. I don't want to be apart from you for so long again. Please, just fuck me now."
"Now wait just a minute, babe. Let's get into the proper mood first. I just know your whipping sissy boi here shares your woke, bleeding heart beliefs that we argued about last time. So, Lari's going to take the punishment for you that I didn't get to finish last time. I know seeing that will get you nice and randy, too. Kill two birds with one stone."
"I'm randy already Master, believe me. Please just let take me now. I've been waiting SO long."
"Now, now, a little more waiting isn't gonna kill you. Boi, put on your white tights and fetch that new thin cane I hung downstairs awhile back. Time we finally try it out."
"Yes Master, yes Sir." I pulled out my tights from the bottom dresser drawer changed right in front of them, feeling my little cock stiffen. I then ran downstairs and retrieved the cane. When I got back up to the bedroom, I presented it to Master Luke in the manner in which I had been taught: on bended knee before him, head bowed, and arms extended, holding the cane flat on my upturned palms.
He took a key off the key chain in his pocket, and handed it to me. "You may remove your chastity cage form your tiny clitty. I know your wife enjoys seeing your little cock get hard when I beat your cute bubble butt."
After I removed it and handed him back the key, Luke said, "Okay sissy boi, stand up, spread you legs apart, bend over and touch your toes."
"Yes Sir."
Luke swished the supple cane in the air three times, standing next to me. He said to Brooke, "Time to tune in for the latest episode of the Misadventures of Tightsboy, the most pathetic superhero in history. Go ahead and touch yourself, babe. You know you love watching me put your loser, libtard sissy husband in his place."
Luke tapped the cane against my buttocks a few times. This honestly was the most erotic part for me; my humiliating position, completely at Luke's mercy, knowing that Brooke was watching, excited, expectant. I knew from experience that once the punishment began, what was arousing a moment ago quickly turned into pure agony. I was rock hard, but they couldn't see my tiny erection the way I was bent over. I looked across Brooke sitting on the bed and she indeed was fingering herself. I kept bracing myself for the first swat, but Luke made me wait for it, the cane resting motionlessly on my bottom for about 90 seconds. The room was silent, except for my heart beating and the barely audible sound of Brooke rubbing skin against skin. Then, in a flash, Luke struck.
The bite of this new, thinner cane was searing. To keep my mind off the pain, I tried to envision myself in a royal court, the King, Queen and errant teenage prince looking on, along with many other noblemen, women and their , enjoying the spectacle of delicious injustice of the whipping sissy boi suffering for his prince's misdeeds. It was a vivid picture I had in my head, but it was insufficient to distract me from the intensity of the pain.
After the second stroke, Luke pulled down my tights to my knees. It was a totally superfluous action, as they offered no protection whatsoever from the sting. Luke swished the cane again before delivering the third and fourth strokes. I reflexively lifted my right leg up after the fourth. He then made me wait again, rubbing the cane along the welts that were no doubt already forming on my bottom. I heard Brooke moan softly as she continued to pleasure herself.
Abruptly, with incredible swiftness and ferocity, Luke struck again.
"If you're so smart Lari, how come you're bent over getting your ass beat while I'm up here -- someone who barely graduated high school -- dishing out the punishment? Makes you wonder who's really the smart one? Doesn't it, babe?"
"You're the smart one, baby. No question," Brooke said between her soft moans.
"And what about you, Professor? Who do you think is the smart one is between us?"
"All the evidence would suggest you are Sir," I replied, trying to hold back my tears.
And then came the sixth stroke. Luke did not announce how many he planned to give me, and I began to panic.
"Sure looks that way," he said. He laughed. "You'll be sucking my huge cock so I can fuck your gorgeous wife".
Then he delivered the seventh and eighth strokes in quick succession.
"Mercy Sir, I'll be a good cuck" I said, bringing my leg up again. The tears were now streaming down my face.
"Maybe someone in your position, PROFESSOR Ross might want to try using the word master instead of sir. Or maybe sire; that's sir with an e at the end, but it's more appropriate. I am your king, after all. I think that would be the smart thing to do, if you really want me to show you some mercy. You see, I'm not a bleeding heart. I am the opposite."
"Mercy Master. Sire. Please, I'm begging you."
"One more, for good measure."
With the 10th stroke, I fell to my knees. When I finally was able to compose myself somewhat, I got down on my belly and began kissing Luke's bare feet.
"Thank you, Sire, for showing your whipping boi mercy."
"You're not my whipping boi, prof. You're your wife's. You're my slave. Now pull up your tights and then stand in the corner. Face the wall. You don't get to watch this time." He then turned to Brooke on the bed and said, "OK, wench, your wait is finally over. Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks."
"Yes Sir, thank you Master."
For the next 45 minutes, I listened to my king take my wife. The moans, the slaps, the whimpering, the groaning, the yelps, the begging. I had never heard Brooke so vocal before, and had to use my imagination to envision exactly what was happening behind me. My ass was on fire, but before too long, my tiny clitty began to harden again.
When it was finally over, I had to guess that Brooke had climaxed at least twice, maybe three times.
Luke said to me, "You can turn around now. How's your ass feeling?"
"It's extraordinarily painful, Master."
"Good. I guess that new cane works pretty well, huh? Look at his little cock, babe. I guess he gets off on the pain. Pathetic. Get on your knees Lari and clean this mess off my big cock."
I crawled over to him on my knees, and began my humiliating task. I had done this once before. Brooke had warned me in advance that this demand would be forthcoming. I'd expressed my love for cum. Who was I to question the trust that my lady had placed in someone?
I was in heaven as I licked up Luke's semen off his still hard cock, which was still impressively large, despite his recent, copious ejaculation. After I finished licking him clean, he ordered me to lick Brooke clean as well. This took some time as there were multiple parts of her anatomy involved. He reclined next to her on the bed, reading his iPhone, as I worked. I saw red blotches and marks all over her body, her breasts, neck, back and ass. Even her face. But also on her face, was her bright dimpled smile.
"I'm so happy our little family is back together again," she sighed contentedl
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First TS Bondage Experience
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Posted:Apr 23, 2024 2:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 5:30 am 2261 Views
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'Come on, follow me."
We went out of the conservatory and into their dining room. OMG. I have never seen anything like it. On one wall there where what looked like whips. Whips? Really? On another part of the wall were what looked like various types of handcuffs and manacles. There was a swing that had a cock dildo toy sticking up from the seat, that took me a minute. There were various bondage outfits, lots of rope, leather clothes, hoods, cocks on straps, a rack full of varying size imitation cocks, and just so much more.
"Wonderful isn't it? This was very popular for our parties."
"I have no idea how you could possibly use any of this for sex, I just don't."
"Oh Diana. Well, we could show you if you liked."
"I love sex, but I think this is at a level beyond me."
"Oh no problem sweetheart, but you did say that you loved sex, well, so do we, so do we." She walked over to me and took my hand and led me out of their dungeon. When I sat back on the cane settee, she sat next to me.
As she sat her hand rested on my thigh, higher than the hem of my skirt. "And how much do you like sex Diana?" She asked, her fingers squeezing my thigh.
"Oh, well I enjoy it when it happens, and it does seem to happen a lot to me."
Her hand moved higher and I could feel her finger tips just resting against my pink thong panties.
"Does it now, I wonder why that is? When you walked in, I could feel something, and that is odd."
"Oh? What did you feel?" I asked, moving my legs just a little further apart.
"Something, an electricity perhaps, a desire, a wanting. I am not sure, it has been so long since our parties that I am not sure anymore, but a definite something."
What was a definite was that her fingers were now pressing my panties against my tiny cock. I was in no way uncomfortable with her move, sex just happens to me. I lifted up a little and pulled my pink panties down.
"Does that help?" I asked as my hand now rested on her thigh. Phil was watching from his chair, a very pronounced big bulge in his trousers.
"Oh yes sweetheart, it helps a lot. This was not what we expected today, I can tell you."
I moved my hand higher up her thigh and encountered a bare fanny, no panties, thongs or hair.
"Normally we only involve older adults, but there is something, I don't know what, I have felt it since Phil brought you in."
"Oh, I don't know what that could be Mistress." I stood up and pulled my top over my head, and then undid and dropped my skirt. Standing there only in my bra I looked at Phil and then at his bulge. "You seem to be hiding something Master," I said, my legs apart as I stood looking at him.
"Phil, get your clothes off for the gurl, goodness sake,"
Phil undid the buttons on his shirt and then stood and pulled it open and took it off. His chest was, well it was big, a real man. He undid his trouser belt and waist and pulled them and his pants down. His big cock was pretty impressive. Probably the same size as Jase or my dad, but on his body it looked bigger than it probably was.
Celia stood up and looked across at Phil.
"Phil get over here and undo my zipper," she commanded.
Phil did as instructed and undid the zip on her dress pushing it forward off her shoulders, catching it as it fell. All that was left was her bra. I could not begin to guess what size it was, probably D or maybe DD.
Nude, Celia was pretty intimidating. She was just very big everywhere, she made me feel as if I was a size zero, and believe me I am a eight, not a zero.
"Now then Diana, it seems to me that you are over dressed for the occasion. Would you like some assistance?"
"Gosh Celia, you are right, I am, let me address that for you both."
I undid and removed my bra. Nude, again, in someone else's house, again, and again, neighbours.
"Have you tried bondage and do you enjoy it?" Celia asked.
"No idea what that is." I answered, although to be honest, which I rarely am these days, I did have a fair idea.
"It is where someone is tied up, restrained so that they can't move, and then they are sexually used. They usually have a lot of orgasms."
"Oh."
"Would you like to try it?"
"I guess."
"Oh excellent." Celia actually clapped her hands. "Come with me little gurl," she said and led me back to the dungeon.
"Phil, the frame," she said.
Phil pulled a large metal frame from by the wall, I hadn't noticed it before.
"Right," Celia said, "you stand here and we strap you to the frame. Okay? Still happy to carry on?"
"I guess so, yes Mistress" Well, what was the worst that could happen? I stood in the frame and Phil took each arm and then leg and using thick leather straps I was fixed to the frame and I couldn't move. I was spread out like a big x. Some more straps went behind my back, bottom and knees from side to side so I couldn't move backwards either.
"Okay?" Celia asked. I nodded. My tiny cock was getting hard, growing from it's 1.5" soft state.
Phil picked some strange leather strapping with a cock dildo o n it and slipped it over my head, "open wide faggot" he said, and the cock went into my mouth, he tightened the straps, and now I couldn't speak, just mumble.
I watched Phil go and get one of the hoods I had seen earlier, and he put it over my head and tightened it. Now I couldn't see anything either. What felt like metal gloves went over my hands, my fingers forced straight, I couldn't clench.
I couldn't see anything, I couldn't say anything and I couldn't move anything. I heard what sounded like bolts being undone, and then movement, it took me a moment to realise that I was being moved somewhere, the frame must have had wheels that I hadn't noticed.
Then there was a different sensation, almost of falling, I was being tipped backwards, and now I understood the straps that had gone behind me, they stopped me sagging. I felt straps lay across my stomach and then tighten, I was held both up and back and now I was immobile, my sissy orgasm was growing, I could do nothing.
Something cold was spread over my fanny and bottom. Oh why do so many people fixate on my cute bottom? And then pressure, something was being pushed into my boi pussy and slid along my crack. It kept pushing in, and it reached my depths, fully inside me, inside my bottom, and the bit that had pushed along my crack now rested on my small balls. Wow, an analgasm was fast approaching, I'm such a slut!
Neither Phil nor Celia spoke, and I could hardly hear any movements to try and work out what they were doing.
Oh fuck. The things inside me and on my little balls started vibrating, like mommy's toy did, but this was not only a vibration, but the pieces inside my bottom felt like they were rotating too. Oh. This was toooo much for a sissy boi.
Something was clipped to my sensitive nipples, first my right and then my left. Quite sharp at first, squeezing them, like clamps I guessed, but I was finding it difficult to think, the vibrations were very distracting, in a pleasant way.
There was a tickling at my nipples, it grew in intensity, and I realised it was actual electricity, real shocks pulsing through my nipples into my A boobs. Oh.
I got then the full sense of what they had done. I couldn't move, I couldn't stop them, and I couldn't say anything and my body was being pleasured and I couldn't stop it.
I heard something in the background, but couldn't make out what it was and just as I was trying to identify it, something was placed on my head over my ears, and I could no longer hear anything. Mute, Blind and now Deaf, immobile, I was under their control.
The shocks at my nipples increased a little, still not too painful, but getting there. The vibrations increased and my own electrical pulses started journeying from my crotch. Only able to easily breath through my nose, I couldn't really gulp or pant, but I was sniffing in big breaths. Just as I was beginning to get into the rhythm the things that had been pushed into my bottom and along my crack started moving in and out.
Oh.
I was being shagged by a vibrating machine in my bottom, the machine paused for a few seconds when it was fully in me, the thing in my crack vibrating on my little balls, it paused, all the time vibrating in my boi pussy, and then paused again as it was what turned out to be as far out of me as it would go.
Fully In, pause, move outwards, pause, almost out, pause, back inwards, pause, fully in, pause, and it repeated, not stopping. I felt my bottom begin to clench, my fanny was starting to clamp, and the electric pulses were shooting from my crotch to join the real ones at my boobs.
I was clamping hard on the thing in my fanny, my bottom clenching around the thing inside it, my electrics shooting out and I tried to scream but I inly gurgled, I tried to clench my fingers but they wouldn't move, I tried to arch my back, but I was immobile and still I erupted, every muscle in my body seemed to spasm and as I came down the realisation struck me. The vibrating things inside me were still vibrating, still moving, still rotating, still tickling at my prostate.
The electric shocks at my nipples went up higher, right on the edge of painful, I tried to cry out, but all I did was make gurgle noises. I could not communicate, I could not tell them to stop, and still the vibrating things inside me were vibrating, moving, rotating, tickling at my prostate.
I was holding my breath, my body was stiffening, I could not stop it, a climax was building. I tried to think of laying on a sandy beach, in the shade of an umbrella. I tried to think of a conundrum, anything to try and stop my approaching orgasm, but I failed, it crashed through me like a car through plastic railings.
My body spasmed, electric shot from my groin to my over stimulated nipples, to my ears, to my toes, my fingers clamped in the metal gauntlet things couldn't move but they tried.my back strained the straps trying to arch but couldn't, and I was desperately trying to pant through my nose. I could do nothing; the eruption took me to a new level of pleasure coupled with an equal amount of pain.
I could hear nothing, I could feel nothing except the pulses of electric that had been added to my nipples, my fingers, and now my toes, and the level went up, I think my whole body was trembling with the electric shocks being poured into it, and still the vibrating things inside me were vibrating, moving, rotating, tickling.
I felt something added to my groin, something cool, some lubrication I guessed, and then the speed of the things increased, I was being thoroughly shagged by some kind of machine, I was being electrocuted in my toes, my fingers and my nipples, and my body was just spasming, orgasming, spasming, orgasming, there was no relief.
I stopped feeling anything, I stopped knowing what was happening, my body just carried on doing its thing, I had switched off. I don't know how long it was before I realised that the things had stopped moving. After I realised that they had stopped, I noticed that the electric had stopped too. The things from my groin were slowly withdrawn and something cooling wiped over me, baby wipes perhaps.
I felt some movement, I was rotated upright. Clips were removed from my nipples, the gauntlet metal gloves from my hands. The straps went from my front and then my back. The headphones were removed and sounds came back, just shuffling, people moving sounds.
"We are going to take the blindfold off now lovely, close your eyes, it'll seem very bright even though we have the blinds closed." It was Celia. There was movement around my head and the blindfold lifted, I had my eyes screwed tight and still the light seemed blinding. I felt the buckles being undone and the cock gag was removed.
My mouth felt so sore, stretched and unable to move whilst my body was spasming, it felt like my jaw was broken, I guess it wasn't though.
"Here, have a sip of this, and I felt a cup at my mouth and water tipped in. I let it wash around my dry mouth before swallowing. I didn't dare try to speak, my mouth felt numb.
The straps around my feet were removed and I was able to put my feet on the floor, but my legs didn't want to take my weight. Celia held me while Phil undid my arms, and then she picked me up and carried me through to the conservatory.
"Now then Diana, what did you think of that?" Celia asked.
I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what I felt. "How long?" I managed to say, it had felt such a long time.
"Fifteen minutes, we always give first timers fifteen minutes, seasoned travellers usually have an hour."
I couldn't believe it. Fifteen minutes, I was sure it had been at least half an hour. I tried to stand, I managed it but I was very wobbly. I pulled my top over my head, my arms sore from the spasms and not wanting to move. I pulled my skirt up and fastened it. My bra and pants went into my bag. I needed to get home. I was done.
Phil walked me home to make sure that I was okay, and once in the door I managed to get upstairs. A bath, I needed a bath. waiting for the bath to fill, my phone at the side in case I needed to get help I managed to get in and lay down, my nipples and nose the only things above the surface.
I am lucky that I didn't drown, I know I slept. The water had gone cold and I heard mommy calling from downstairs.
I managed an "up here" in response and a few minutes later she appeared at the bathroom door.
"Hello Diana," she started, and then, "what happened? Are you alright, did anyone attack you? Do you need an ambulance?"
"I am fine mommy. I visited Phil and Celia."
"Oh shit Diana. I am so sorry, you should have been warned. They are sadists, nasty, nasty sadists and they love sissy bois like you, we stopped going to their parties when we realised what was happening. Are you alright, really?"
"Yes mommy, let me just get out of the bath."
Mommy held my hand and helped me to stand and get out of the bath.
"I have never experienced anything like that, I never even knew people did that kind of stuff. My tiny cock was harder than it's ever been before Mommy".
"Well, no, I guess not. Did they force you, or hurt you in any way, really, do you want to go to the doctors for a check-up, make sure you are okay?"
I patted myself all over. My nipples were sore, but didn't feel otherwise damaged, my bottom had closed up, my fingers worked, I was able to bend backwards and forwards.
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