Sissy in Service

by Pussy Lovelace

 

The alarm sounded loud and harsh in the small bedroom; no music, just an insistent buzzer at odds with the dark silence of early morning. Snaking out from under the quilt, a hand reached towards the alarm clock, looking for the safety net of the snooze button. However, the hand stopped short of the button, as though something had occurred to the dozing figure, and instead the covers were flung off to reveal a long-haired, slim figure in a short, pale, satin nightdress. The figure sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing tired eyes and groaning at the earliness of the alarm call and the coldness of the bedroom. Bare feet with dark, glossy, enamelled toenails fumbled around on the bare, cold floor before finding what they were looking for and then manoeuvring themselves deftly into the pink, marabou-trimmed boudoir mules.

"Fuck," groaned a quiet, soft voice in the semi-darkness as the figure rose and sought the relative warmth of the bathroom.

The bathroom lights were turned on, revealing a small, clean and impersonal white bathroom. A large, plain mirror on the wall showed a slight figure with wavy, shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair reaching for a short, pink, satin robe that matched the nightdress. The figure turned to look directly at the mirror through bleary eyes. Long, enamelled fingernails stroked along the high, narrow, raised arches of neatly plucked eyebrows. Ear lobes were pulled to reveal three pierced holes in each and, bending down, the same hands were run up and down smooth, shiny, lightly tanned calves and thighs to check for stubble that thankfully wasn’t there.

"Christ Gary!" the figure told itself in the mirror. "What the fuck have you got yourself into?"

But then Gary’s vision cleared slightly and he focused on the pendant around his neck, bought and personalised and presented to him, suspended from a cheap, delicate chain in a moment of deep humiliation at a high street jewellers.

"pussy" he read to himself out loud in a contemptuous tone. "You’re pussy now. And you’ll be in deep shit if anyone hears you call yourself Gary."

This recollection sparked the satin-wrapped young man into action. He walked to the toilet and, lifting the short hem of his nightdress, revealed the shocking sight of his short, thin, pierced penis constrained by a tightly fitting, steel chastity sleeve. He turned and sat to empty himself. The short chain connecting the tip of the fraenum chastity sleeve to a piercing behind his tightly wrapped scrotum meant that he could no longer pee standing up, unless he wanted the contents of his bladder to squirt backwards and douse his panties and skirt.

Pussy stood and wiped himself clean and dry. Standing, he opened a wall cabinet and took out a large douche, which he filled with hot water and a light, antiseptic soap. Squatting slightly, he relaxed his sphincter and inserted the nozzle of the douche into his back passage before squeezing the large pink bulb and squirting the hot, soapy contents deep inside himself.

Dropping the douche in the bath, pussy stood up straight and breathed deeply. Running his long nails through his thick, blonde tresses, he closed his eyes, threw back his head and groaned out loud as the enema went to work. After holding out for as long as he could, pussy sat back down on the toilet and, with cramps buckling his smooth, flat stomach, waited until all of the shit-flecked contents of his ass had flooded out into the bowl in a loud and painful series of gushes. He hated this element of his morning preparation more than any other, but he knew to his painful cost that if, at any stage today, his pussy was found to be unclean, he would be in deep trouble. He also reminded himself that this being Saturday, there was no chance of his ass not seeing plenty of action. Normally this reminder would have cheered him up and brought about a painful stirring in his chastised loins, but looking up at the bathroom clock, it only served to remind him of the treatment he could expect if he presented himself late for maid duty.

Wiping himself clean and dry for the second time, the pretty transvestite stripped off his robe and nightdress and stepped out of his slippers. Turning the shower on, he stepped in and closed the screen, enjoying the invigorating pulse of the hot water. The sissy went to work quickly with an exfoliating scrub and then shampooed, rinsed and conditioned his wavy blonde locks. Stepping out of the shower, he toweled his hair and dried his smooth body with a large, white, fluffy towel that he wrapped around his upper body, just below the armpits while he brushed and flossed his teeth, toned and moisturized his face and slipped the robe and slippers on again.

Pussy dashed back into his bedroom and turned the lights on before seating himself at his make-up table. He began to blow dry his hair, turning a brush through his hair to shape the pretty blonde bob. Pussy thanked his luck that his hair turned under nicely at the first attempt and he blew himself a cheeky kiss in the mirror, knowing that Master really loved his slave’s increasingly girly hair. Pussy liked it too. In the early days of his transformation, he had been mortified at his obvious maleness on the occasions that he had been paraded in public. Now, just a few months later, the sissy had developed a real vanity about his increasing femininity and took genuine pride in making the most of himself. Placing his hair dryer to one side, he surveyed his growing selection of cosmetics with pleasure and looked forward to doing a speedy but thoroughly convincing job. Master Rick had dangled the carrot of a professional beautician’s course at college. The sissy remembered with a slight flush of embarrassment how he had squealed girlishly with pleasure when Master had first mooted the idea. He also remembered with pleasure and pride the very fine, eager blowjobs he had given to his Master that evening. However, the recollection caused his little cock to swell against the embrace of the chastity sleeve, which in turn caused him considerable discomfort, and pussy soon found himself fully-focused on the job in hand.

He quickly checked his nails but recalled having manicured, pedicured and applied two thick coats of Autumn Plum on the previous evening. He next applied a base foundation, and outlined his full lips with pencil in the same shade of plum before brushing in two coats of deep, shiny gloss. The sissy then applied some blusher to highlight his cheekbones and some slimming "Touche Éclat" to the side of his nose and under his blue eyes. He then outlined his eyes with a dark eyeliner, applied a thick brushing of mascara to his lashes and filled in his lids and arches with a smoky, purple/grey tone. He finished his eyes by lightening the eye shadow in the centre of his upper lid to bring out the blue in his eyes that he knew Master Rick found really sexy. After fixing the look with some loose powder, the sissy fastened big, dangly, gold hoop earrings through his piercings and smiled with pride at the glamorous, girl’s face that smiled back at him from the mirror.

Pussy then went to his wardrobe and deliberated over his outfit. Most of it would take care of itself. However, knowing that Master’s girlfriend was visiting for the weekend chilled the sissy. Not only was the pretty, curvy little bitch stiff competition for Master Rick’s attention, with her juicy round tits and ass, but she was also a cruel little vixen who took great pleasure in humiliating her boyfriend’s slave.

The dilemma was summed-up immediately. Master Rick liked pussy to wear extra long, sheer, nude stockings and skimpy black panties to show-off her sexy pins and ass. Miss Kelly, on the other hand, liked pussy to look as caricatured as possible and preferred him to wear black, fishnet stockings that had to be fastened to a well-extended suspender, and ludicrous ruffled, crotchless frilly panties that she had bought for him on a shopping trip (insisting of course that the shop girls knew that they were for him and not her).

Knowing that Master would side with Miss Kelly, pussy chose the latter and, bending at the waist, rolled-on a pair of seamed, black, fishnet stockings and pulled them up to mid thigh. He then lengthened the eight suspenders hanging from his work corset in preparation. He then searched in his panty drawer for Miss Kelly’s gift and stepped into the sheer, black panties with the horizontal rows of frilly lace on the bottom that do such a sub-standard job of covering his chastised little clit in its metal sleeve. Before pulling them all of the way up, the slave bent and applied a generous helping of lubricant to his tight ass before inserting the blunt end of a large, black, butt-plug that would help make his butt look rounder and cause his hips to roll suggestively as he minced about. He bent his legs slightly, breathed deeply, relaxed and then began to ease the big plug into himself, groaning and wincing as each inch spread him wider and wider open.

The sissy next reached down a shoebox from a shelf. They were his weekend work shoes; much more glamorous, unsubstantial and uncomfortable than his usual working shoes, with their 5" stiletto heels, sharp-pointed toes and ankle straps. They had been deliberately bought a size smaller than pussy’s natural size as Master Rick didn’t care for sluts with big feet and didn't see why pussy’s comfort should have precedence over his preferences for a dainty "girl". Pussy slid the shoes on and fastened the ankle straps with their tiny steel padlocks and bells. Pussy felt far happier in his stilettos. They made him feel sexy and confident and he loved the smoothly tapering curve they gave to his lower leg.

However, with no time to admire himself, the maid picked up his corset again. Master Rick liked his slut to be very tightly laced up for service, with a clearly defined, narrow waist and a curvy hourglass shape. Aside from the obvious benefit to pussy’s figure, Master enjoyed the way it stopped his slave from breathing deeply and kept his sissy "breathy", with a light, high, girly voice. With a practised series of tugs and squeezes, pussy managed to catch the first eyelets in their hooks and could then complete the operation by hand before exhaling repeatedly and tightening the laces to the required mark. Pussy prodded apprehensively at the mounds of flesh that squeezed up over the décolletage of the corset. On a superficial level, he loved the pert little breasts that were starting to develop on his chest as a result of his monthly hormone injections and the pills that he took each evening. More importantly, Master Rick loved his tits and made no secret of his tit-wank fantasies. However, the small, deep-down part of the sissy that still identified itself as "Gary" was extremely nervous about this un-natural, irreversible advance in his feminisation. Pussy decided to park this philosophical issue and get on with immediate, prosaic priorities, which mainly revolved around not being beaten for reporting for duty late or dishevelled.

 

The sissy rushed for his little black soubrette dress, with puffball sleeves, low-cut, scooped neckline that showed off his new little titties to their greatest advantage and a white frilly apron that tied in an extravagant bow in the small of his back. Under his dress pussy pulled on the flounced white crinolines that held the tiny skirt out horizontally. Looking in the mirror to balance out his skirts, pussy saw his stocking tops, suspenders and panties in full view and hoped that Master Rick would not be annoyed at his choices. He knew that when he minced across a room in his heels, his whole bottom would bounce playfully into view and he hoped that he would not have to go outside in such a revealing, humiliating uniform.

Fixing his pretty doily cap to his head, pussy pronounced himself ready for service and began his journey to Master’s room. He minced down the corridor, placing each foot directly in front of the other as if he was walking a tightrope. He was filled with excitement, but slightly nervous and to take his mind off his fears, he concentrated on the pleasant sound of his starched petticoats rustling and the way his shoes made him feel perched up on display, with his ass exposed for all to see or use as they saw fit.

Pussy’s breathing came in short, shallow little breaths, constricted by his corset. He hoped that Master Rick would be in a playful mood this morning and that Miss Kelly would not make things too tough for him.

He knocked and waited, hearing Miss Kelly’s girly giggling through the door.

"Enter", Master Rick told him and the pretty, male maid opened the door, walked in, closed the door behind him and bobbed a neat curtsey to Master and another to his girlfriend.

Holding his skirts out daintily between thumb and forefinger and standing with his feet crossed at the ankles as he had been trained, the sissy asked "may I take Your instruction Master" then curtsied again.

At this lisping request, the busty girl, propped up on her pillows in bed, burst into another fit of giggles, causing the maid to blush deeply with embarrassment.

"Yes sissy", Master replied. "You may bring Greek yoghurt and dried fruit for your Mistress and freshly-squeezed juice for us both".

"Yes Master; Miss. Thank You Master" pussy lisped, curtseying again before mincing out to prepare breakfast and bringing back a tray.

By the time the maid was permitted to re-enter the bedroom, Miss Kelly was wearing an ivory, satin robe. She barely hid her contempt for her boyfriend’s submissive, transvestite, toy as pussy served her breakfast. As the breakfast tray was placed over her lap, the woman noticed the maid’s nails and took hold of one of his slender wrists.

"Nice nails, faggot," she told him, fixing him with a confident smile. "What’s the enamel called?"

Pussy wilted under her challenging look and dropped his head subserviently muttering "Thank You Miss Kelly" and curtseying to her. "It’s Autumn Plum Ma’am," he continued in a whisper that tailed off, "from Boots".

"Oooooh! Aren’t we the glamorous little queen?" she taunted; leaving pussy in no doubt that he was in for a challenging morning. And to prove him right, Miss Kelly continued to address him.

"Do you like my boyfriend’s cock, faggot?" she asked in a mock-friendly voice.

Pussy paused and looked from Master to Mistress, unsure of what to say.

"Well?" Kelly prompted impatiently.

"Yes Miss" he finally replied.

"Yes Miss, what?" she countered, enjoying herself.

"Yes Miss, I like your boyfriend’s cock" he said in a muffled voice, looking at his feet to hide his reddening face.

"Well in that case, faggot, I have a treat for you. You haven't earned the treat, but I’ll enjoy the fact that you’re in my debt, and I’ll certainly enjoy calling in the favour at a later date."

"Thank You Miss." Pussy lisped, dropping a curtsey and feeling distinctly ill at ease.

"Pathetic!" the young girl countered contemptuously, before continuing. "I'm feeling horny today for a real man, and your Master and I are going to spend the morning fucking like rabbits. However," she said, smiling slyly, "last night he gave me the sort of seeing-to that you only dream about in your sick, perverted little sissy dreams, and that lovely cock of his is in a pretty sick state. I want it thoroughly clean by the time I've finished this yoghurt, faggot, so get to work, now!"

With that, she pinched the sissy’s arm hard between her long nails, forcing him to squeal girlishly.

"Yes Miss. Thank You Miss" he lisped again, curtseying, before mincing around the bed to enjoy bathing his Master's big dick.

"I’ll show that little slut," he thought as he knelt at the side of the bed and lifted the covers, enjoying the smell of the warm, sweaty air that escaped across his face.

"Not only will I clean it," pussy thought, "but I'll do such a good job on him that he'll be crying out for me to finish him off, rather than shagging your no-good, baggy cunt!"

Pussy found that Miss Kelly had been right about the mess. As well as the chalky texture of his dried cum and her juices, were the sharp taste of urine and the unmistakeable, coppery tang of shit. Rick had so thoroughly used Kelly’s vagina during their session of passion, that he’d finished by taking her in her tight little ass, much to Kelly’s loud and repeated pleasure.

Pussy winced as he went to work, wishing that it had been his shit and juices on Master’s dirty tool and determined to bring Master off. However, after about 15 seconds of concerted effort, Rick’s cock remained no better then semi-hard. The sissy tried harder, bobbing his head furiously with his pointy tongue lashing frantically on the underside of his Master’s tool. His frustration became humiliation when he heard his Master laugh scornfully and say, in a bored voice,

"Hey Kelly, babe, can you believe my pathetic little fag’s trying to bring me off down there? I think he needs his dirty little sissy mouth training a bit better though. Piss poor fucking blow job."

Suddenly the covers were whipped off and Kelly loomed triumphantly over the crimson-faced male maid.

"You treacherous little cunt!" she scolded. "So this is how you react to me giving you a nice treat?

"I’m sorry Mistress!" pussy whined pathetically, trying to back away.

"No you fucking don’t, you piece of shit, faggot trash!" Kelly yelled angrily and, before the cowering slave could escape, grabbed a handful of his curly blonde hair and twisted it hard into her fist, making pussy cry out and roll back across the bed towards his athletic young tormentor.

Kelly was up on her knees in a flash and lashed out her open hand, catching the sissy across the side of his head and leaving him dizzy with ringing in his ears. She then yanked pussy’s hair again to bring his head up close to Rick’s cock, shoving the sissy down into the mattress so that his nose nestled in his Master’s ass cleft and his beautifully made-up, shocked, frightened eyes peeked over Rick’s balls.

Kelly began to stroke and tease Rick’s meat into life.

"Mmmm, yeah baby. That’s more like it. Show my impudent slave how it’s done, honey" Rick cooed.

As he watched his Master’s cock swell and grow erect just inched from his face, pussy sniffed loudly and tried to rub away the tears that were collecting in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks but this only resulted in Kelly grabbing a small handful of the flesh on the back of his arm and twisting it violently, resulting in the sissy yelping and sobbing out loud.

"Watch and learn, you clumsy gay fuck!" Kelly chided, as she continued to manipulate Rick's cock expertly until it stood proudly and stiffly to attention.

"Get that clumsy faggot mouth around your Master's cock again, trash!" she ordered and pussy rushed to obey, taking as much length as he could into his inexperienced mouth, until the thick blunt end nudged against the back of his mouth.

"Now, fuck-face," Kelly instructed, reverting to her patronisingly playful tone of voice, "breathe deeply and rhythmically through that pretty little nose of yours, and let's see how much meat we can fit in your pervert throat".

With that, Kelly swung one long, tanned leg over the maid’s satin-clad back to straddle him, pinning him in place. Pussy’s eyes went wide with shock as Kelly used the firm grip in his hair to push his head down onto Rick’s tool. Panicking momentarily, pussy resisted weakly, but bucked and tried to cry out as he felt a searing pain cut through his panties and across his ass as Kelly lashed him with a short crop.

"Do not resist me panty-boy," she snarled as she pushed the plum of Master Rick's cock deeper into the sissy’s throat, making him gag in an attempt to unblock it.

"That's the way," Kelly said as the now subdued slave relaxed and allowed more and more cock to enter his face until his painted lips nestled in Master Rick's thatch of pubic hair. "Yes my little pansy," she continued, beginning to manipulate pussy’s head gently up and down. "Your Aunty Kelly’s going to make you the finest little cock-sucking faggot in town, or you’re going to die choking."

Pussy heard his Master groan with pleasure and realised that he too was beginning to find the whole submissive experience extremely erotic. He began to suck again, unashamedly enjoying his rough submission at the hands of his Master's young girlfriend. Rick moaned again and his slave responded to the encouragement, bobbing his head up and down without being forced, enjoying the feeling of his huge cock, deeper and tighter in his throat than he had ever managed before.

"That's a good little panty boy," Kelly whispered, close in pussy’s ear, before she brought the crop down hard on his upturned butt again. Pussy felt the pain of the crop searing across his ass, but instead of squealing, he found himself responding sexually to the domination, as he always did. A long, low moan of pain and pleasure escaped down his nostrils and he brought his knees forward, stretching his front suspenders taut as he lifted his pantied ass up higher to be closer to his Mistress’s crop. He was rewarded with two further, gentler, strokes with the crop that had him purring with pleasure and cursing the chastity device that was now causing him misery in his little cock. Pussy re-doubled his efforts on his Master’s cock, slurping loudly and looking forward to taking a stomach full of hot cum. However, he was to be denied by his astute young Mistress who could sense that things were about to get sticky.

"Oh yeah, you’re hot now, aren’t you, Rick baby?" she cooed.

"Oh God, yeah, honey" he replied, beginning to thrust his groin against the eager young slave’s wet face.

Kelly appraised the situation quickly and decided that the sissy slave hadn’t earned his reward yet. Smiling to herself, she pulled back on his head bringing his wet, gasping face with it’s smeared make-up and a desperate look of frustrated longing into view.

With a sinking heart, and an ache deep in his belly, pussy found himself roughly pulled away and thrown to the floor, where he landed ungracefully on his stomach trapping one knee underneath himself, laddering one of his fishnet stockings and breaking a long, painted nail. He looked up through tear-filled eyes and saw Miss Kelly riding slowly up and down on Master’s big cock. She was gasping with pleasure as his big tool squeezed in and out of her pussy and he was muttering foul-mouthed exhortations to her through gritted teeth. Pussy whimpered pathetically and Kelly turned to give the bedraggled slave a triumphant look, before ordering the newly respectful slave to lower his head and avert his eyes.

Pussy felt wretched as he knelt there, embarrassed that he'd be no comparison for his Master's girlfriend in the bedroom department and deflated that he was not involved in the current coupling. He suddenly began to feel his discomforts. He reached behind to his ass and found three painful, raised welts on his buttocks. His knee was sore where he’d landed on it, his throat ached all the way down and his lips felt bruised. However, it was his crushed ego that caused the sissy the most pain as he heard his Master and Mistress explode in a loud and simultaneous orgasm. The slave let out a series of pathetic little sobs, knowing that he had been given an embarrassing lesson about his abilities as a cock-slave.

After a short delay during which the slave didn’t dare to look up, Rick summoned pussy to the bed again and, before Kelly dismounted from his cock, ordered the sissy to lie on his back with his head against his Master’s crotch. Puzzled, pussy complied immediately and wriggled into position, looking up at the ceiling. Rick lifted his thick, muscular legs over the sissy’s shoulders to hold him in place. He then suggested to a drowsy Kelly to slide back off his tool and take a station kneeling over their slave’s face. Rick then took the digital camera from his bedside table and focused it on Kelly’s swollen, red, wet pussy as it hovered above the cross-dresser’s mouth. Pussy could guess what was about to happen and wriggled with excitement.

 

"Open wide, slut", Rick ordered him.

The slave obeyed eagerly, licking his lips in expectation. He watched, fascinated as Kelly's pelvic floor muscles began to relax and listening to his Mistress giggle, waited for the stream of cum to escape, which it did in three large globs. The first went straight into pussy’s mouth and he welcomed it onto his tongue with a moan of pleasure as the camera flashed. The next blob of cum pooled on the lips of Kelly’s pussy before forming a short string and dropping towards him. He tried to chase it, but failed and felt the cooling cum land with a slat between his top lip and nose, allowing him to seek it out with his pointy tongue, lapping it greedily into his mouth. The third landed on the sissy’s cheek and began to dribble away. However, Kelly reached down two painted fingers to scoop the cream back across the slave’s face towards his open, thirsty mouth and tongue. Kelly giggled as she teased the cum-loving sissy with the last drops of jism and pussy heard his Master purring with pleasure as he caught the whole, slow episode on camera.

"All gone, honey?" Rick asked gently in a thick, horny voice.

"Yeah baby, but wait a while with the camera. I've got another little present for pansy-boy here, so open wide you little fag" she instructed.

As pussy opened his mouth again, puzzled, Miss Kelly squatted lower until her pubic hair was just above his puckered lips.

"Here goes, sissy boy! I hope you're thirsty!"

And with that, Kelly visibly relaxed and a stream of sweet, hot, yellow urine began to cascade into the sissy-slave’s open mouth. Shocked, he tried to swallow hard, hearing her warning that he'd be "in a world of shit" any was spilled. Pussy thrilled at the humiliation of being used as her toilet and lifted his lips to drink more closely from her, not caring about the repeated flash of the camera as he strained to drink every last drop, eagerly licking his Mistress clean and thanking her profusely.

"Did you like Miss Kelly's treat, faggot boy?" she teased in a singsong voice.

"Oh yes Miss. Thank You Miss!" he cooed sincerely and excitedly into her bush, trying unsuccessfully to reach her swollen clitoris with his tongue.

"Well, when you're a good little sissy," she told him in a patronising voice, "you can have some more. But for now, I think you need to clean your Master up a bit".

"And this time you can do a better job of it, or you'll wish you'd never been born, girlie" added Rick.

The sissy was quickly rolled over and instructed to suck his Master's balls and wank his shaft until it was good and hard. He cursed the game they’d evidently played with him as, this time, he had no problems getting Rick hard. As he slurped and slavered over his Master’s tool, Pussy wondered where Miss Kelly had gone to, but was not too concerned as he went about restoring self-confidence in his ability as a cock-sucking slut. However, after a couple of minutes of gentle felatio he heard her voice instructing him to hold out his left hand, palm up. Pussy did so in trepidation but instead of the pain he expected to feel, he felt cool gel squeezed onto his palm. He then almost fainted in anticipation as he felt a large, rubber cock placed on the gel and heard Miss Kelly's words close in his ear.

"Lube my cock well, slut. I'm going to fuck that tight, little, faggot ass until I cum and I'm going to fuck you so hard".

Without taking his main attention from his Master's cock, pussy smeared the lube up and down the long, thick shaft of Kelly's strap-on. He had never been taken like this before, roughly in the arse with a strap-on at the same time as sucking on his Master’s cock and, although he was horny at the prospect, pussy still whimpered and tensed as he felt it's massive head nudge against his unyielding hole.

"Bitch" Kelly told him in an annoyingly patronising, patient tone of voice "you'll soon find out that with me, there's a hard way and an easy way, but I will have my way, so why don't you relax that pretty little rose bud and get as comfortable as you can while you get a good spit-roasting?"

Pussy knew that he had no choice and that he desperately wanted to be fucked by his Mistress. He looked up into his Master's grinning face while Rick focused the camera on the sissy’s face again. Pussy relaxed his ass to allow the big dildo in as easily as he could, but couldn't avoid crying out in pain, much to his superiors' pleasure, as it penetrated him. Kelly soon had the cock all the way into him and began to squirm around in a circular motion to get the ticklers on the inside of the strap-on working against her hot, engorged clitoris. Pussy soon found a feeling of deep pleasure building inside him as the cock nudged and stimulated his sensitive insides. As Kelly began to get hotter, she became more vigorous, aggressive and insistent in her thrusting. This was matched by Master Rick who was soon on his knees, fucking his slave roughly in the face with his whole cock once again buried deep in the sissy’s throat. Pussy son found himself swooning with lack of air and with a huge rush of sexual excitement and found himself thrusting his pantied ass back hard onto Kelly's dildo. He felt hotter than he'd ever felt before as Kelly took up a rhythmic beat with the crop, lashing it across his upturned buttocks and thighs, delivering a torrent of verbal abuse and accusing him of being every kind of

"Bitch", "whore", "faggot", "pansy" and "slut".

All this served to make the slave even hornier and pussy found his hand tearing frantically at his panties to try to remove the chastity belt that he thought would stop him from enjoying the biggest orgasm of his life. The pleasure rose higher and higher and pussy began to whiny like a wild animal as he grasped his Master’s balls, squeezing them insistently as he sucked and licked. His back arched and he began to buck wildly against the massive dildo that filled him so thrillingly. Despite his inability to remove the cock-sleeve, pussy found himself approaching an orgasm the like of which he had never experienced. He was oblivious as his Master climaxed massively, his big cock springing out of pussy’s mouth at the moment of ejaculation and his camera catching a perfect shot as the slave’s ecstatic, painted, sissy face took a full load of his hot cum. Pussy barely felt the belt lash down one more furious time as Miss Kelly reached her crashing orgasm and tore pussy’s cheap, tarty, maid's dress half off his back as she thundered into his swollen, bleeding hole. With his mouth unblocked, the sissy begged for more as he began to feel wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure centred in his arse and radiating out to fill him and thrill him like nothing before. Perhaps it was the hormone treatments that Rick had been submitting him to, but for some reason, as pussy collapsed backward into Miss Kelly's fierce embrace and felt her lips and teeth on his slender neck, the sissy burst into an uncontrollable fit of emotional sobbing and tears and passed out there on the bed.

 

 

 

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