Recently--before a overzealous Fetlife forum nazi closed it down an actual interesting conversation was starting about why humiliation is such a turn on for some submissives.
I'm only speaking for myself here--other submissives may feel the same way, or they may be wired completely different. I'm not into pain--given the choice between getting a severe flogging and curling up on a comfy couch and eating BBQ, BBQ and comfy couch win 10 times out of 10.
I don't seek pain out. It hurts. :P Its the body's way of saying "STOP DOING THAT!".
It has a tendency to turn me personally into Jerry Lewis. "LA-DY! Enough with the ouchy hitty thing!"
But it IS part of the job description, I feel, of being a submissive or a slave. If the Dominant chooses to administer pain for punishment, or for the Dominant's own enjoyment all is well and good. I can't seem to be able to talk Mistress into a 'BBQ and comfy couch' punishment for some odd reason. ;D
Humiliation....well, oddly enough...I don't seek it out either...its NOT the act that Mistress is doing that is putting me into subspace. For example, not too long ago she administered an enema to me. In the hallway. In our house with thin walls with my roommate in the next room over who could probably hear everything.
And Mistress being Mistress, she puts it ON CAMERA. :P
Its NOT the act itself that trips my triggers. I didn't want it, I don't even have an enema fetish at all. What put me into subspace and wrapped me all the tighter around Mistress's little finger was knowing deep down in my heart that I had no choice in the matter at all. That no matter how embarrassed I was or unwilling, it was going to happen anyway. That delicious feeling of being so helpless, so deep in Her power that there was no choice but to obey....oh my...that is what makes me squirm in ecstasy, that giving of myself to her.
It reinforces her ownership of me...and its so beautiful...
softsmile
Anyway...that's what I as a submissive get out of it, for those looking for perspective..
Monday, June 20, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
There have been some new developments in my ongoing training & feminization under Mistress lately!
First off is the purchase of a CB6000 chastity device. (eek!)
It hasn't been put on me yet...I think Mistress is waiting until she and I have some time off together to put it all on film. I'm a little nervous as to the practical day-to-day side effects of it more than I am the fear of not being able to cum as I am (mostly) a good slave in that I don't do anything with my cockette without her permission to start with.
Mostly good that is. I'd be lying if I said I didn't disobey every so often. :P
But like I said, its the everyday stuff that concerns me--will it show in my pants? Will it be comfortable to wear for long periods of time? Will it make it hard for me to get to sleep? What about keeping things clean & hygienic?
Will it hurt a lot when Mistress gets me all excited and I'm locked away?
I've found a few blogs with some helpful information but experience IS the best teacher...*gulps*
Thank GOD Mistress didn't decide to lock me away the night she and shygirl pegged me with strap-on dildos for the first time!*blush*
The other recent development is the new Tria Hair Removal System that came in the mail the other day, in order to permanently feminize me by slowly (and perhaps painfully) removing all my body hair. Again, I'm both excited and nervous...I love the idea of always being silky smooth and girly for my Mistress, but will it actually work?
In typical sissy fiction these developments happen lightning-fast, the hapless sissy slave is changed from lowly male to sexy shemale in short order. Real life, sadly, isn't quite like that. My training and transformation has progressed slowly--my work often interferes for one, and for two, well, I'm probably not the easiest submissive in the world to train for various reasons.
But my wonderful, loving Mistress has been so patient...so gentle with me in guiding me down the path to become Her perfect slave.
I'm honored to be Hers, and excited and thrilled by each new step in my enslavement.
More to come as it happens!
First off is the purchase of a CB6000 chastity device. (eek!)
It hasn't been put on me yet...I think Mistress is waiting until she and I have some time off together to put it all on film. I'm a little nervous as to the practical day-to-day side effects of it more than I am the fear of not being able to cum as I am (mostly) a good slave in that I don't do anything with my cockette without her permission to start with.
Mostly good that is. I'd be lying if I said I didn't disobey every so often. :P
But like I said, its the everyday stuff that concerns me--will it show in my pants? Will it be comfortable to wear for long periods of time? Will it make it hard for me to get to sleep? What about keeping things clean & hygienic?
Will it hurt a lot when Mistress gets me all excited and I'm locked away?
I've found a few blogs with some helpful information but experience IS the best teacher...*gulps*
Thank GOD Mistress didn't decide to lock me away the night she and shygirl pegged me with strap-on dildos for the first time!*blush*
The other recent development is the new Tria Hair Removal System that came in the mail the other day, in order to permanently feminize me by slowly (and perhaps painfully) removing all my body hair. Again, I'm both excited and nervous...I love the idea of always being silky smooth and girly for my Mistress, but will it actually work?
In typical sissy fiction these developments happen lightning-fast, the hapless sissy slave is changed from lowly male to sexy shemale in short order. Real life, sadly, isn't quite like that. My training and transformation has progressed slowly--my work often interferes for one, and for two, well, I'm probably not the easiest submissive in the world to train for various reasons.
But my wonderful, loving Mistress has been so patient...so gentle with me in guiding me down the path to become Her perfect slave.
I'm honored to be Hers, and excited and thrilled by each new step in my enslavement.
More to come as it happens!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Assfucking Addendum
It had been a lovely day. A healing day: I had just had a death in my family, and Mistress had decided the best way to help me through the grieving process was a day of total hedonism; using and abusing her slave until I was sore. Unconventional for sure, and quite possibly it might strike others as disrespectful, but it worked.
It was...kind of like a celebration of life, in the face of death. Mistress reminding me just how sweet life can be, and turning what would have been a day spent dwelling in darkness (as I would have done had she not been there) into a day of love, laughter, and happiness.
That morning I had been well used indeed, which Mistress has written about in epic scope. The afternoon had been kind of lazy and relaxing and recovering. We went out for an early dinner consisting of alcohol with a little bit of steak thrown in for nutritional value. So we got back kind of happy, not three sheets to the wind per se, more like one and a half. ;D
Mistress had me change into a purple sissy t-shirt, my new purple fluffy skirt that she just got me, thong panties and purple fishnets. I get the odd feeling she likes seeing me in purple. I'm observant; I pick up on things like that.
She changed into black panties and ohmygod black fishnets...and then she put the strap on dildo on...ohhhhh my mind raced...She'd already used my mouth and cockette to please her in every possible way that day: it seemed very likely now that she would use my sissy ass as well and make the job of using me complete.
But first things first..I was instructed to go to the bathroom and use an enema kit. I obeyed, and was soon on my knees on the bathroom floor administering the nasty thing when Mistress decided to come in and "assist" me. *BLUSH* Now I don't have an enema fetish at all but somehow the act of her doing that to me, totally invading my last shred of privacy in that most embarrassing moment, was so hot, so humiliating...it made me feel so much like just an object, Her property to use in any and all ways she chooses. This was reinforced by her putting her fishnet-clad foot on the back of my head as I knelt in the bathroom, pushing my face into the floor, forcefully reminding me: this isn't just a game or a 'scene'. This is REAL. This is my life, I belong to this Woman body and soul.
Once I was cleansed she inserted a buttplug in me to prepare me for the evening, then had me kneel on the couch and suck her strap on while she watched one of my sissy porn videos, teasing me as I mimicked what the sissy on the screen was doing, getting into my head and pushing all my buttons as skillfully as a master violinist plays the strings. But after a little while it was off to the bedroom for flogging and sodomy.
It hurt - sharply at first - when she pushed into me. Anal play is not always easy for me. But after a bit of urging I soon found myself on all fours, feeling myself be taken by her, feeling my body surrender to her and respond in kind. I felt so...gloriously helpless beneath her, just a piece of slutty sissy fuckmeat there for her pleasure and use. She spanked my ass as she fucked me, pulled my hair and head back, faster and faster and more like we were two animals in heat.
I wanted to stay that way forever...deep in subspace, and deep into the sheer physical joy of being totally used for my Mistress's pleasure. At that point, in my head, I knew I totally belonged to her. That there was nothing in the world that I wouldn't do for her, and I would give anything in the world to just be feminized and fucked by her the rest of my days.
The pleasure in my sissy cockette began to grow to an unbearable state...but I didn't want to cum, I didn't want to stop, I wanted my Mistress to cum from fucking me, to obtain her pleasure from me using me like a girl...but it was too much, I was so close, I begged her for permission...granted...
And I had perhaps one of the most intense orgasms of my life as my Owner took me hard, shuddering through my body from head to toe in waves of pleasure and subspace.
It was...kind of like a celebration of life, in the face of death. Mistress reminding me just how sweet life can be, and turning what would have been a day spent dwelling in darkness (as I would have done had she not been there) into a day of love, laughter, and happiness.
That morning I had been well used indeed, which Mistress has written about in epic scope. The afternoon had been kind of lazy and relaxing and recovering. We went out for an early dinner consisting of alcohol with a little bit of steak thrown in for nutritional value. So we got back kind of happy, not three sheets to the wind per se, more like one and a half. ;D
Mistress had me change into a purple sissy t-shirt, my new purple fluffy skirt that she just got me, thong panties and purple fishnets. I get the odd feeling she likes seeing me in purple. I'm observant; I pick up on things like that.
She changed into black panties and ohmygod black fishnets...and then she put the strap on dildo on...ohhhhh my mind raced...She'd already used my mouth and cockette to please her in every possible way that day: it seemed very likely now that she would use my sissy ass as well and make the job of using me complete.
But first things first..I was instructed to go to the bathroom and use an enema kit. I obeyed, and was soon on my knees on the bathroom floor administering the nasty thing when Mistress decided to come in and "assist" me. *BLUSH* Now I don't have an enema fetish at all but somehow the act of her doing that to me, totally invading my last shred of privacy in that most embarrassing moment, was so hot, so humiliating...it made me feel so much like just an object, Her property to use in any and all ways she chooses. This was reinforced by her putting her fishnet-clad foot on the back of my head as I knelt in the bathroom, pushing my face into the floor, forcefully reminding me: this isn't just a game or a 'scene'. This is REAL. This is my life, I belong to this Woman body and soul.
Once I was cleansed she inserted a buttplug in me to prepare me for the evening, then had me kneel on the couch and suck her strap on while she watched one of my sissy porn videos, teasing me as I mimicked what the sissy on the screen was doing, getting into my head and pushing all my buttons as skillfully as a master violinist plays the strings. But after a little while it was off to the bedroom for flogging and sodomy.
It hurt - sharply at first - when she pushed into me. Anal play is not always easy for me. But after a bit of urging I soon found myself on all fours, feeling myself be taken by her, feeling my body surrender to her and respond in kind. I felt so...gloriously helpless beneath her, just a piece of slutty sissy fuckmeat there for her pleasure and use. She spanked my ass as she fucked me, pulled my hair and head back, faster and faster and more like we were two animals in heat.
I wanted to stay that way forever...deep in subspace, and deep into the sheer physical joy of being totally used for my Mistress's pleasure. At that point, in my head, I knew I totally belonged to her. That there was nothing in the world that I wouldn't do for her, and I would give anything in the world to just be feminized and fucked by her the rest of my days.
The pleasure in my sissy cockette began to grow to an unbearable state...but I didn't want to cum, I didn't want to stop, I wanted my Mistress to cum from fucking me, to obtain her pleasure from me using me like a girl...but it was too much, I was so close, I begged her for permission...granted...
And I had perhaps one of the most intense orgasms of my life as my Owner took me hard, shuddering through my body from head to toe in waves of pleasure and subspace.
So slut, shall we do it again sometime? - Mistress, grinning evilly
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sodomy Swerve
I am a big fan of anal sex. So is Izzy. I also occasionally get these "horny spells" where I'm just...insatiable is a word that has been applied. At those times I ESPECIALLY love the added intensity of anal play. In the 36 hours prior to the events I'm about to recount I'd been pleasurably buggered three times already by Izzy. And I had informed my slave that sodomy was defintely among my plans for our time together too.
I'd ordered Tia to dress simply, in a pair of indigo cotton panties and a soft robin's egg blue tshirt. We were making out in his bed, him lying in my arms as I stroked and groped the beautiful body that belongs to me. I kissed him, nibbled his neck, bit his nipples. I pulled him tightly to me and thrust my leg between his, rubbing my thigh against his hardness. And then I pushed him away, stood and ordered him to kneel in the center of the bed.
I grabbed his collar and cuffs, a longish scarf, and 'gizmo', our gag-mounted dildo toy. (We get a LOT of use out of that toy!) I settled in front of him, held out the collar, and said "do you understand what this means?" "Yes mistress, I belong to you" "This body", stroking his torso, "belongs to me, to use as I like." "Yes Mistress" And your LIFE belongs to me, to direct and control." "Yes Mistress" he shuddered, eyes closing and head rolling back.
I moved on to the cuffs. "Give me your wrists" I say, and he obediently holds out his hands, palm up, as I have trained him to do. I am caught by the beauty of them, the clean lines of his wrists moving smoothly into the curves and planes of his large, manly hands. I pause, and look at him seriously "have I ever told you how much I love this part? I so adore this part of your body", stroking those elegant wrists, "and I love it when you offer them to me, and I wrap the shackles around them". He shudders again as I pull the red suede cuffs tight around his wrists and fasten the silver buckles.
Next comes the scarf, which gets threaded through the o-rings on his cuffs and tied in a big pretty bow. His hands thus secured, I push him down onto the bed, commanding him to lay flat on his back. I straddle him, spreading my skirt around us both, and pause for a moment to smirk at him. He must feel my heat, my desire, through both of our panties. And my grinding aganst him, dry-humping him, would surely remove any possible doubt. After a few moments I lean over to reach into the beside table. I pull a condom out of the drawer and sit up, smiling at him. "Here, hold this for me" I command, slipping the wrapped condom between his lips.
I climb off him then, and stand beside the bed. He watches me hungrily, hands tied above his head, cockette straining against his panties, condom held between luscious pink lips. Then I strip, taking care to put on a show and remove each item in a teasingly seductive way. I want him to be not just aroused, but awed by my 'feminine wiles', those seductive arts that I know he so longs to posses himself. After the bra is removed I lean over him, dangling my breasts in his face, brushing my nipples against his cheeks, and say "I wonder sometimes, which longing makes up the biggest part of your desire...the longing to touch and lick and caress my body...or the wish that you had a body like this yourself. You'd love to have gorgeous big tits like mine, wouldn't you slut?" I mash my boobs in his face as he moans an affirmative. Then standing again I continue with my impromptu striptease.
Once I'm naked I climb back up on the bed beside him. I pluck the condom from between his lips and pull his panties down just enough to expose his throbbing cockette. He shudders and moans as I roll the latex sheath down over it. Then, straddling him again, I lean over and strap gizmo around his head. I taunt him gently as I do it, rubbing my hot pussy against his latex-sheated erection. "You know slut, just a little while ago I was bent over squealing as Izzy stuffed his lovely fat dick into my ass. Wouldn't it be nice if you could have been there, kneeling beside the bed, watching your Mistress get pounded? And then you'd be so lucky, getting to lick and slurp all his yummy cum out of me afterward. Or maybe, if you were REALLY lucky, he'd pull out of me and shoot his goo all over your face, eh? Shoot directly into your open mouth even, right onto your stuck-out tongue. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?"
"Es Issress" he moans.
I lift myself enough to reach down, grab his penis and guide it into me. "You're such a lucky slut, that Mistress finds your little cockette acceptable to use this way. I mean, I really wouldn't MIND another couple of inches you know. But your little thing will do." I continue muttering for a few more seconds, but soon I'm lost in the sensations of that little curved cock rubbing against my sweet spot. I put my hands on his arms, pushing against them for leverage as I ride him until I cum. I rest for a few seconds after this first orgasm then pull off of him, smiling evilly as I remark "I told you I intended sodomy to be on the menu for us today. But I never said which one of us I meant to get sodomized!" And with that (plus a dab of lube) I sat back down on his face, maneuvering gizmo into my ass as I did so.
As I said it's no secret that I love being anally penetrated; Izzy and I have great buttsex quite regularly. But this is the first time I've ever called on Tia to serve me in this way. I make a point of pointing this out: "Do you ever wish you could feel what it's like, slut? Do you think about having your little cockette in my ass, how tight it would be, squeezing around you? No, I bet you don't, do you...you'd be too nervous about it, feeling like it wasn't proper for a sissy slut like you. You want to be on your knees taking it in YOUR ass, not putting it in someone else's, don't you?" He moans, and I gleefully wiggle my bum on his face, mashing his cheeks into mine.
"Yes, I know your poor little cockette isn't up to fucking my butt the way I like it fucked. But you can serve me like this can't you my love? I can use your body as my personal sex toy, with multiple dildo mounts." I bounce on his head, laughing. And then suddenly (as is normal for me with anal sex) I'm cumming again. I grind into his face as I clench and spasm above him, and finally, when the waves subside, I hop off and turn around to face the other way again.
"Umm, having you two ways like this, being able to switch back and forth...it's almost like being fucked by two guys at once. I like that slut, don't you?" I continue as I guide him into my pussy again. "Ohh, now THAT's a nice thought isn't it? Imagine if you were standing by as Mistress got tag-teamed by two hot studs. Wouldn't that be fun? Imagine being on your knees next to the bed, having to suck and 'fluff' whichever one wasn't currently fucking me, having to keep him hard and happy. Imagine how nice it would be to hear me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as I got pounded by some real man-meat. Imagine how much fun it would be to lick their cum out of my pussy and ass after they pumped it into me."
I'm riding him hard, undulating my pelvis, rubbing my clit feverishly against him.. "Oh, no, wait...I think I'd have to insist that they both pulled out of me and came on your pretty face, in your open mouth. Just so you can compare the taste, you know? Two different flavors of cum in your mouth, from two different guys. A sissy slut should have that experience I think, don't you?" His face is screwed up in that look of "oh shit I don't know how I can stop myself from cumming right this fucking second concentrateconcentrateconcentraaaaate". I love that look.
But I decide to be merciful. I spring up again, swinging around and sliding back down on the dildo rising from his gagged mouth. This time I sit up with it in me, leaning back against the wall. His vision must be completely obscured by my ass and probably his breathing too. I move my hips in little circles, making the dildo swirl around inside me, then fall forward, leaning on his chest, and start thrusting hard against him. I slam my ass into his face, revelling in having the dildo fill me so deliciously while I simultaneously put my slave in a place of such deep submission. How he must feel it! Both the physical discomfort of having me fuck him like this and the pangs of being so thoroughly used. His face turned into my personal anal dildo. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming again.
Once I'm down from the crest of this one I'm ready for something different. I climb off the dildo and order him to get on his knees. Lying on my back I pull a pillow under my hips and gesture him to kneel between my legs. He knows exactly what to do, and lifts his still-bound hands behind his head as he waits for me to get comfortable. Then I guide his erection into my hot cunt once more. I start rubbing my clit with one hand, pinching and twisting my nipples with the other. Too excited now for speech I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. My arousal keeps spiraling up; every orgasm so far only a prelude to the big one I know is coming..
But not yet. I push him away from me, and he whimpers as his erection is suddenly cast out in the cold. "Get your head down there slut, I want gizmo in my ass again" I order, pushing him down between my thighs. I prop my feet on his back and tilt my pelvis up, so that he can access my waiting hole. It takes a few clumsy tries but eventually the dildo's inside my butthole. I start thrusting against him, resuming the rubbing of my clit and playing with my nipples.
It's nice enough; I very much like the feeling of switching from one way of using my slave to another over and over again. But in this position the dildo just doesn't go as deeply inside me as I like. So after a few seconds I push his head away, and gesture that I want him on his knees again. When he's planted in my pussy once more I resume rubbing and pinching, pinching and rubbing. I'm moments away from cumming again when I open my eyes and see his face. Realizing he's about to lose it I shove him hard away from me; his whimpers are almost sobs as his now-inescapable orgasm is completely ruined. I laugh once more and promise him "you'll pay for that later slut!"
But for now..reaching into the nightstand again I pull out another condom, open the package and slide it down over gizmo. Then I push Tia's head down between my thighs once more. This time the dildo is slid into my throbbing pussy, and this time (we've done this many times before) there's no fumbling. So within a few minutes I am bucking wildly against him, crying out in my own spectacularly satisfying (and not at all spoiled) orgasm.
When I've come down again I reach behind his head to unbuckle the dildo/gag. I grab his hair as I remove the dildo from my pussy, pulling his face into my dripping snatch at the same time. "Lick me slut" I command, and he obeys, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. He licks and slurps, and sucks gently on my clit, provoking a few more orgasmic aftershocks. Finally I pull him up, away from my still-spasming cunt. He moans and I pat the bed beside me, saying "come up here and snuggle with me now precious."
And maybe that was the best part: lying there afterward, blissfully spent, with my dear slave whimpering and moaning and rubbing against me in aching frustration.
It's good to be the Mistress. ;)
I'd ordered Tia to dress simply, in a pair of indigo cotton panties and a soft robin's egg blue tshirt. We were making out in his bed, him lying in my arms as I stroked and groped the beautiful body that belongs to me. I kissed him, nibbled his neck, bit his nipples. I pulled him tightly to me and thrust my leg between his, rubbing my thigh against his hardness. And then I pushed him away, stood and ordered him to kneel in the center of the bed.
I grabbed his collar and cuffs, a longish scarf, and 'gizmo', our gag-mounted dildo toy. (We get a LOT of use out of that toy!) I settled in front of him, held out the collar, and said "do you understand what this means?" "Yes mistress, I belong to you" "This body", stroking his torso, "belongs to me, to use as I like." "Yes Mistress" And your LIFE belongs to me, to direct and control." "Yes Mistress" he shuddered, eyes closing and head rolling back.
I moved on to the cuffs. "Give me your wrists" I say, and he obediently holds out his hands, palm up, as I have trained him to do. I am caught by the beauty of them, the clean lines of his wrists moving smoothly into the curves and planes of his large, manly hands. I pause, and look at him seriously "have I ever told you how much I love this part? I so adore this part of your body", stroking those elegant wrists, "and I love it when you offer them to me, and I wrap the shackles around them". He shudders again as I pull the red suede cuffs tight around his wrists and fasten the silver buckles.
Next comes the scarf, which gets threaded through the o-rings on his cuffs and tied in a big pretty bow. His hands thus secured, I push him down onto the bed, commanding him to lay flat on his back. I straddle him, spreading my skirt around us both, and pause for a moment to smirk at him. He must feel my heat, my desire, through both of our panties. And my grinding aganst him, dry-humping him, would surely remove any possible doubt. After a few moments I lean over to reach into the beside table. I pull a condom out of the drawer and sit up, smiling at him. "Here, hold this for me" I command, slipping the wrapped condom between his lips.
I climb off him then, and stand beside the bed. He watches me hungrily, hands tied above his head, cockette straining against his panties, condom held between luscious pink lips. Then I strip, taking care to put on a show and remove each item in a teasingly seductive way. I want him to be not just aroused, but awed by my 'feminine wiles', those seductive arts that I know he so longs to posses himself. After the bra is removed I lean over him, dangling my breasts in his face, brushing my nipples against his cheeks, and say "I wonder sometimes, which longing makes up the biggest part of your desire...the longing to touch and lick and caress my body...or the wish that you had a body like this yourself. You'd love to have gorgeous big tits like mine, wouldn't you slut?" I mash my boobs in his face as he moans an affirmative. Then standing again I continue with my impromptu striptease.
Once I'm naked I climb back up on the bed beside him. I pluck the condom from between his lips and pull his panties down just enough to expose his throbbing cockette. He shudders and moans as I roll the latex sheath down over it. Then, straddling him again, I lean over and strap gizmo around his head. I taunt him gently as I do it, rubbing my hot pussy against his latex-sheated erection. "You know slut, just a little while ago I was bent over squealing as Izzy stuffed his lovely fat dick into my ass. Wouldn't it be nice if you could have been there, kneeling beside the bed, watching your Mistress get pounded? And then you'd be so lucky, getting to lick and slurp all his yummy cum out of me afterward. Or maybe, if you were REALLY lucky, he'd pull out of me and shoot his goo all over your face, eh? Shoot directly into your open mouth even, right onto your stuck-out tongue. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?"
"Es Issress" he moans.
I lift myself enough to reach down, grab his penis and guide it into me. "You're such a lucky slut, that Mistress finds your little cockette acceptable to use this way. I mean, I really wouldn't MIND another couple of inches you know. But your little thing will do." I continue muttering for a few more seconds, but soon I'm lost in the sensations of that little curved cock rubbing against my sweet spot. I put my hands on his arms, pushing against them for leverage as I ride him until I cum. I rest for a few seconds after this first orgasm then pull off of him, smiling evilly as I remark "I told you I intended sodomy to be on the menu for us today. But I never said which one of us I meant to get sodomized!" And with that (plus a dab of lube) I sat back down on his face, maneuvering gizmo into my ass as I did so.
As I said it's no secret that I love being anally penetrated; Izzy and I have great buttsex quite regularly. But this is the first time I've ever called on Tia to serve me in this way. I make a point of pointing this out: "Do you ever wish you could feel what it's like, slut? Do you think about having your little cockette in my ass, how tight it would be, squeezing around you? No, I bet you don't, do you...you'd be too nervous about it, feeling like it wasn't proper for a sissy slut like you. You want to be on your knees taking it in YOUR ass, not putting it in someone else's, don't you?" He moans, and I gleefully wiggle my bum on his face, mashing his cheeks into mine.
"Yes, I know your poor little cockette isn't up to fucking my butt the way I like it fucked. But you can serve me like this can't you my love? I can use your body as my personal sex toy, with multiple dildo mounts." I bounce on his head, laughing. And then suddenly (as is normal for me with anal sex) I'm cumming again. I grind into his face as I clench and spasm above him, and finally, when the waves subside, I hop off and turn around to face the other way again.
"Umm, having you two ways like this, being able to switch back and forth...it's almost like being fucked by two guys at once. I like that slut, don't you?" I continue as I guide him into my pussy again. "Ohh, now THAT's a nice thought isn't it? Imagine if you were standing by as Mistress got tag-teamed by two hot studs. Wouldn't that be fun? Imagine being on your knees next to the bed, having to suck and 'fluff' whichever one wasn't currently fucking me, having to keep him hard and happy. Imagine how nice it would be to hear me moaning and whimpering in pleasure as I got pounded by some real man-meat. Imagine how much fun it would be to lick their cum out of my pussy and ass after they pumped it into me."
I'm riding him hard, undulating my pelvis, rubbing my clit feverishly against him.. "Oh, no, wait...I think I'd have to insist that they both pulled out of me and came on your pretty face, in your open mouth. Just so you can compare the taste, you know? Two different flavors of cum in your mouth, from two different guys. A sissy slut should have that experience I think, don't you?" His face is screwed up in that look of "oh shit I don't know how I can stop myself from cumming right this fucking second concentrateconcentrateconcentraaaaate". I love that look.
But I decide to be merciful. I spring up again, swinging around and sliding back down on the dildo rising from his gagged mouth. This time I sit up with it in me, leaning back against the wall. His vision must be completely obscured by my ass and probably his breathing too. I move my hips in little circles, making the dildo swirl around inside me, then fall forward, leaning on his chest, and start thrusting hard against him. I slam my ass into his face, revelling in having the dildo fill me so deliciously while I simultaneously put my slave in a place of such deep submission. How he must feel it! Both the physical discomfort of having me fuck him like this and the pangs of being so thoroughly used. His face turned into my personal anal dildo. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming again.
Once I'm down from the crest of this one I'm ready for something different. I climb off the dildo and order him to get on his knees. Lying on my back I pull a pillow under my hips and gesture him to kneel between my legs. He knows exactly what to do, and lifts his still-bound hands behind his head as he waits for me to get comfortable. Then I guide his erection into my hot cunt once more. I start rubbing my clit with one hand, pinching and twisting my nipples with the other. Too excited now for speech I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. My arousal keeps spiraling up; every orgasm so far only a prelude to the big one I know is coming..
But not yet. I push him away from me, and he whimpers as his erection is suddenly cast out in the cold. "Get your head down there slut, I want gizmo in my ass again" I order, pushing him down between my thighs. I prop my feet on his back and tilt my pelvis up, so that he can access my waiting hole. It takes a few clumsy tries but eventually the dildo's inside my butthole. I start thrusting against him, resuming the rubbing of my clit and playing with my nipples.
It's nice enough; I very much like the feeling of switching from one way of using my slave to another over and over again. But in this position the dildo just doesn't go as deeply inside me as I like. So after a few seconds I push his head away, and gesture that I want him on his knees again. When he's planted in my pussy once more I resume rubbing and pinching, pinching and rubbing. I'm moments away from cumming again when I open my eyes and see his face. Realizing he's about to lose it I shove him hard away from me; his whimpers are almost sobs as his now-inescapable orgasm is completely ruined. I laugh once more and promise him "you'll pay for that later slut!"
But for now..reaching into the nightstand again I pull out another condom, open the package and slide it down over gizmo. Then I push Tia's head down between my thighs once more. This time the dildo is slid into my throbbing pussy, and this time (we've done this many times before) there's no fumbling. So within a few minutes I am bucking wildly against him, crying out in my own spectacularly satisfying (and not at all spoiled) orgasm.
When I've come down again I reach behind his head to unbuckle the dildo/gag. I grab his hair as I remove the dildo from my pussy, pulling his face into my dripping snatch at the same time. "Lick me slut" I command, and he obeys, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. He licks and slurps, and sucks gently on my clit, provoking a few more orgasmic aftershocks. Finally I pull him up, away from my still-spasming cunt. He moans and I pat the bed beside me, saying "come up here and snuggle with me now precious."
And maybe that was the best part: lying there afterward, blissfully spent, with my dear slave whimpering and moaning and rubbing against me in aching frustration.
It's good to be the Mistress. ;)
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