Lordy, Lordy, Look Who's Forty!

When we arrived in our room the first thing I did was order tia to strip and kneel so I could fasten the leather training collar (the very same one I led him in to Petsmart to choose four years ago) around his neck.

Then the next thing I did was make him put his clothes BACK on so he could go out and fetch the ice I forgot! :p

After he'd returned, and executed the prime directive of making me a drink (with plenty of ice), I ordered him to strip once more. The chastity device went on next and then my clothes came off. I was eager to try out that jacuzzi tub! I soaked in the tub while the birthday slut prepared his anal fuckhole with multiple enemas. Accompanied by much mockery and amusement from me of course. At last I stepped out of the tub and my freshly-cleansed slave was allowed to dry me off, Princess Ardala style.

We adjourned to the next room, where there was more light, and I had my sissy kneel at my feet so I could do her makeup. While we were thus engaged our friends Mistress Candice and her girl emma knocked on the door. They'd just arrived, having driven down from Jacksonville for the occasion, and I invited them in for a quick chat despite tia's embarrassed nakedness.

After catching up a bit the ladies left to go freshen up themselves, and I recommenced with my pretty pet's feminine transformation. I dressed her in a stretchy pink fishnet top that left her nipples exposed for me to play with, tiny grey thong panties trimmed with rainbow details that framed her ass so sweetly, and finally pale pink thigh-high socks to set off her sexy, curvy legs. The finishing touch was her wig of soft blonde curls and voila, my sexy shemale lover knelt trembling before me.

I'd been fielding text messages & emails from various people throughout the afternoon; many of our prospective guests sent their regrets at the last minute. But two solo crossdressing girls, Stephanie and Aida, were still coming. Stephanie showed up shortly after I'd got tia dressed and while the birthday slave fixed drinks for everyone she and I commenced the first round of 'Truth or Dare'. Within the first few minutes of the game my smart-assed slut had managed to earn two penalties: the first administered in the form of a swift blow to the right buttock with a large wooden spoon, and the second being the forceful insertion of a small dildo (the one we call 'fairy') into her tight ass.

Soon all the guests were assembled, my good little sissy had fetched drinks for everybody, and we were laughing through more rounds of 'Truth or Dare'. One girl's skirt was raised to give us all a good look at her CB-3000 chastity device...another was ordered to crawl around and kiss everyone's feet...a number of titillating confessions were made...and eventually tia wound up on my lap, demonstrating her stripper moves. Which was made that much more interesting by my simultaneously trying on a new thigh-harness loaded with her favorite dildo, which shall henceforth be called Prince Charming. She put on a good show, at least from my perspective, and pictures were taken.

The rounds of the game continued and somewhere along the way emma lost her clothes. (And tia lost her chastity cage.) We all watched as emma's Mistress led her over, naked and crawling on a leash, to render some oral service to a very excited Stephanie. I pulled out my cellphone and snapped some pics at Candice & Stephanie's request but I was soon distracted by groping and molesting my own sexy slavegirl.

Alas Stephanie had to leave early, so I announced it was time for the birthday spankings. Since she had to go soon Stephanie went first, administering eight sensual bare-handed smacks to my pet's thong-framed bottom. Well, I say eight - it was actually more due to my foolish slave having forgotten to keep count. Stephanie also went second, lying across my lap herself and taking a matching set of eight smacks on her own bare bottom from me. Emma declined to be a swatter and so her share of eight blows was split between myself and Mistress Candice, who went next.

Ms. Candice is an old school ass-kicking kind of domme, well known for the intensity of her pain play, so I knew the next dozen blows would be rough on my fragile darling. Therefore I decided to sweeten the experience - and muffle the noise! - by wrapping my strong curvy legs around tia's head, pressing her shrieking mouth into my crotch and smothering her between my soft thighs. I'm not sure whether it helped my little sissy to bear the pain of having Ms Candice wield the hated red leather slapper on her ass, but I certainly enjoyed the experience of having her crying into my pantied crotch.

At last it was MY turn. Aida had ceded her share of the spankings to me so I now had 20 swats to deliver. I'd opted to use the relatively tame black leather paddle with the fluffy sheepskin on one side but I decided to liven things up by inserting Prince Charming into tia's rectum before I started. (The smaller fairy dildo, which I'd stuck in her earlier as a smart-ass penalty, had been removed after about 20 minutes.) I then proceeded to dole out my 20 swats, taking care to aim the paddle to precisely hit the end of the dildo sticking out of her ass. I even got in a few swats with the handle of the paddle, turned so as to strike down on her dangling testicles as it pushed the dildo sharply into her. All in all she was not so much being spanked as being raped with the paddle. *evilgrin*

For the most part during this paddling I knelt beside her on the bed. But at one point I had tia pinned down, with my leg draped across her back and shoulders and my foot pressing her face into the bed. Sadly my damned hip wouldn't let me hold that position for long, and by the time I'd finished administering tia's 40th birthday spanking I was ready to give that injured joint a rest. I might normally, at this point, leave her kneeling on the bed and bugger her from behind. Instead I laid down on my back and ordered her to climb on top of me and ride me cowgirl style.

Being made to perform like the sluttiest porn whore, ride a cock and cum from it in front of a room full of observers, might not have been on tia's bucket list. But making her do it has certainly been on mine! It was so hot to have my beautiful shemale fucktoy moving on top of me, writhing and moaning as I groped her body and murmured nasty things to her. I reminded her that she'd need to be able to do this for her boyfriend someday, and for any other men I decided to give her to. She'd need to be able to bounce and grind on their dicks, doing all the work for them and convincing them that she was desperate to have every inch inside her. Convincing them that she was as horny as a bitch in heat and wanted nothing more than to have her fuckholes stuffed any way they wanted to give it to her. Which shouldn't be hard considering that she really was a horny little slut desperate to get fucked, I mean, look at how she was performing right now in front of her birthday party guests...

I kept it up for a little while, I'm not sure how long, before I ordered her to cum for me. She exploded with shuddering groans that turned to whimpers as I reached down into her panties and peeled off the condom which had captured her spurting cream. She grimaced, but obediently opened her mouth and sucked down every drop.

The party broke up not long afterward and I think we were both quite happy to fall into bed. But the next morning I could not stop thinking of how beautiful she'd looked moving on top of me...and how much I wanted to have her like that again. Something about not just forcing her to submit to getting fucked but forcing her to actually DO the fucking was incredibly hot. It shows how much of a slave she's become, how much her training has taken hold, that she not only CAN do these things and WILL do them, but that she literally gets off on doing them. I remember the days when my putting anything in her ass was an instant erection killer...now here she is begging to be buggered all the time!

So early on, before either of us was dressed or had eaten or anything, I put Prince Charming in my usual harness and slipped it on. I laid back in the bed and once again ordered her to climb on top of me. I made her rub against it, comparing her dainty cockette to its length and girth. Then I made her squirt a glob of lube on the end and rub my plastic phallus up and down the crack of her ass. I pulled her head down to kiss her and growl a few more lewd comments about the previous night in her ear. By now she was whimpering and squirming, and that cockette was throbbingly hard between our bodies. I knew she wanted me inside her, knew she wanted to be fucked again...and I laughed as I pushed her off me and ordered her to put her boy clothes on and go procure some breakfast.

By the time she came back I was dozing off again and I wanted to stay asleep for a while. So I told her to go have a shower, fetch more ice and pack up our things while I slept. About an hour and a half later I woke again and as I stretched and yawned my attentive pet offered me a fresh drink and some fruit she'd brought me from the hotel buffet. I ate a banana then got up and rummaged around in our bags for a couple minutes. Tossing some sheer ruffled panties, a pair of breastforms, and a pink satin bra at her, I ordered "put these on bitch". I think she must have gotten instantly hard; certainly that little cockette was sticking straight out again as soon as she pulled her panties up over it. The blonde wig came next (no time for makeup alas) followed by the leather training collar she'd taken off before showering, and a fresh condom. Just a matter of moments and there was my horny shemale sex slave standing before me once more.

I loaded Prince Charming back into the thigh harness and climbed back into bed. Once again I ordered her to get on top of me; this time I spent only a few moments groping her before I ordered her to reach around and guide my cock into her hungry fuckhole. I felt her muscles twitching around the dildo, the movement transmitted to my skin by the silicone shaft, and she moaned as it sank deeper into her. When my strapon was firmly implanted in her twitching anus she began to hump against my leg. I stilled her movements and adjusted our positions so that she was straddling my left thigh (the one with the harness) and her own left thigh was held between my legs. As she resumed humping back against me I reached down between my own legs and started rubbing my clit. I talked to her, telling her how beautifully slutty she was and describing the ways in which I and others might want to make use of that slutty body in the future. She was soon whimpering and shaking, her eyes rolled back in her head and wearing that unmistakeable look of being a hair's breadth from orgasm. "Do you want to cum slut? Beg me for it!" I purred and without hesitation a torrent of words tumbled out "please Mistress please your horny sissy slut wants to cum so bad please Mistress I'll do anything please.." I laughed "of course you will slave. And now you're going to cum for me. Cum from being fucked like a girl, cum like you did in front of all our guests last night." And cum she did, blushing bright red while she once more filled a condom full of her sissy cream.

I gave her a little shove and she collapsed on the bed beside me, the dildo sliding out of her ass with a tiny, wet plop. I unfastened it from my thigh and dropped it to the floor, then reached for one more toy - the ever faithful gizmo. Sliding the cum-filled condom off her wilting cockette, I drizzled its contents all over the gag side of our gag-mounted dildo toy and pushed it into her mouth. She grimaced at the taste but obediently lowered her head, allowing me to buckle it firmly in place. The, grabbing the dildo which now stuck straight out from her face, I guided her down between my things and into my sopping wet pussy.

I'd had a very small orgasm the night before when she was riding me; I was more than ready for a proper release of my own. And when it came it was magnificent, explosive waves of pleasure crashing through my body and washing away (for the moment anyhow) all the pain of my injured hip. It felt so good I almost cried afterward. Funny how something so simple can instantly make life brighter & sweeter. No matter how bad I might be hurting I could still wallow in the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh with my beautiful birthday girl. :)

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I've mentioned a couple of times in this account that I'm not in top form. Shortly before xmas I did something to my hip which has kept me in more or less constant pain ever since. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have even tried to host a party in my condition; I suppose I thought it would surely be healed up by the time February rolled around. Anyway, the end result was that this party was a lot tamer than I'd meant it to be. Now, writing this, I can see that the x-rated action which did take place would have been wildest-fantasy material for a lot of sissies. Which I guess says something about what a lucky sissy slut tia really is. ;)

Happpy Birthdayversary! (decadance ensues)

By now I was feeling quite exhausted. I’d been up for a full 24 hours and spent a good bit of that time engaged in {ahem} vigorous activity. He peered around, blinking, trying to clear vision dulled from having been blindfolded for hours; I pulled him against me and we collapsed together on the sofa.

For all the kinky, raunchy things we do I think one of the most important things tia and I give to each other is the simple joy of snuggling. Lying in each other’s arms, bodies pressed together. Stroking his springy curls and marveling at the way he feels curled against me, so sweet and tender and somehow, at least to my Mistress-ly psyche, submissive. Like he’s completely surrendered to me and found utter peace in doing so. After the very thorough fucking of his mind & body that’d been going on this night it was obvious that he was floating in bliss. Maybe he wasn’t even aware of the way he continued gently humping against my leg, his frustrated winkie desperately trying for some satisfaction. But I noticed his lust-driven motions. And seeing how thrillingly aroused he was, how lost in ecstasy after all the nasty things I’d been doing to him, got me going once again.

After a little while I impulsively pushed him down on the mat once more and climbed on top of him. Reaching into my nearby dildo case I pulled out a condom and a couple of mini clothespins. I rolled the condom over his erection and slid down onto it, taking it easily inside myself. Then I leaned forward and clipped a pin to each nipple. From his reaction I guessed that the pinch of these was much more bearable – and pleasurable – than the full size variety. Which only encouraged me to play with them more, and harder.

I twisted the pins and flicked them with my fingers. I lightly slapped them. I grabbed them, pulling them farther and farther away from his body until his nipples were painfully stretched. And then I really started to move, riding him harder and harder, stretching those nipples out more and more with every thrust. My powerful humping made his body slide around under me; I viciously pulled his nipples out even further, holding them in place above his chest as if I were trying to use them as tiny anchors.
Poor thing; I guess it’s nothing to be wondered at if his little cockette started to wilt from all that, ah, stimulation.

But once again the feeling of taking him sadistically, without regard for his pleasure, of raping him, had got me REALLY excited. I wanted another orgasm, the full-strength clitoral kind. He gasped as I abruptly hopped off, then whined at the torture of cold air where seconds ago there had been slippery wet heat engulfing him. I tugged his leash as I swung around to sit on the sofa, making him scramble to his knees and crawl hesitantly toward me. “Get your face over here slave.” I ordered, patting my shaved pussy lips. “I want you to lick me.”

This time his moans were muffled by the folds of my cunt as he obediently nuzzled up to my crotch and started licking. He ran his tongue up and down the full length of my slit, which he knows I like, and sucked gently on my outer labia. I closed my eyes and lay back, savoring the sensations. But it wasn’t quite what I wanted; so after two or three minutes I pushed his head down and amended my order: “Lick my hole slut.”

From the way he groaned I guess he found my order especially humiliating. I found it delicious, feeling that tongue alternately darting into my hole and delicately lapping at the outer rim of my vagina I slipped a finger down and began rubbing my clit again. I took my time this time, or at least I tried to. I held off from coming for a while anyway, floating in a cloud of ecstatic sensation. When I finally let go, allowing the waves of orgasm to crash over me, I bucked so hard againsthim it’s a wonder I didn’t give him a bloody nose.

Once the waves of pleasure had dissipated I had to take a nap. I ordered tia to curl up on the floor next to the sofa, spread a coverlet over him and settled myself down on the sofa. I dozed for an hour or so, enough to get my second wind, and then seeing it was after ten I decided it was time to put the next part of my plan in motion. This part required that tia be left in bondage while I went out for a while. So I ran a heavy chain through the d-rings on his shackles, around the leg of the sofa, and fastened it with a padlock. Another length of chain for his ankles and I was confident that the illusion of inescapable bondage was complete. (It was only an illusion of course; should there be a real emergency he could have unfastened the shackles with very little effort.) I stood over him, legs apart, and informed him that I was leaving for a while, and he better not try to get away while I was gone. Giving him a little kick in the flank I turned, snatched up my purse, and strode out the door.

My errand was fetching a large quantity of barbeque, tia’s favorite food. So when I returned about 30 minutes later I left the bags in the van so the smell wouldn’t give me away. As soon as I got in I fed him another allergy pill, awkwardly holding the glass so he could sip some water while still chained to the sofa. I doubt he stayed hard the entire time I was gone, but his cockette was fully erect and glistening with pre-cum when I got around to noticing it now. So I decided it was time to let my sissy slave have a nice orgasm of his own…but only in a very sissy fashion of course.

I’d taken a few minutes before I left to wash the toys, so now I stood and went to the kitchen to retrieve my strap-on. I stripped to my bra and panties and wiggled back into the leather harness, with the purple vibrating dildo in place. Returning to the living room I unchained tia from the sofa. Now he was lying on his back; I squirted a glob of lube on the head of my cock, lifted his legs, and took aim at his already well-fucked hole. Leaning into him I let my own body weight force my cock deep inside, until my pelvis rested against the curve of his ass. And then I began to fuck him with slow, deep thrusts. I started out softly, lying on top of him, kissing and stroking him like a gentle lover. But soon I sat back on my haunches, pushing his legs against his chest and reaming him.

“Touch yourself slut,” I ordered. “I want to see you wanking that little cockette for me.” He moaned and obediently reached down to wrap his huge hand around his tiny dick. I love to tease him about how small his penis is, how insignificant it is to me. But in actual fact it’s a perfectly normal 5.75”. It LOOKS really small when he’s holding it though; his hands are so large they dwarf it. And I’m not sure why this sight – of his big long fingers wrapped around his delicate dicklet – gets me so hot, but it does. Maybe I get a thrill from seeing my verbal humiliations brought visually to life.

My growing excitement shows in my words; as he tugs on his joystick I spew a stream of obscenities, telling him how he belongs to me, how he’s nothing but a fucktoy, a piece of meat for my pleasure, a collection of holes for me to rape and plunder. His arousal is obvious in his grunts, whimpers and moans, but I can also tell he’s holding back. He knows better than to cum without permission…and he’s also inhibited by that streak of fastidiousness that I so love to violate. He would want to cum in a condom, or a tissue, or anywhere else but all over himself, making a sticky mess. So naturally that’s what I want him to do.

I push his hand away and grab hold of that pretty phallus myself. Jerking my hand up and down the curved shaft I growl “I want you to cum for me slut, just like this. Cum with your ass stuffed full of my big dick and your little cockette in my hand where it belongs. Shoot your sissy cream all over your belly and make a big icky mess for me. Cum for me NOW slave, and show me what a well-trained ass whore you really are.” Groaning helplessly, with his eyes rolled back in his head, he did just that.

His cum spurted out over my fingers and onto his tummy, rivulets of sperm trickling down to fill his bellybutton. I kept squeezing his cockette until it ceased to twitch, coaxing every last dribble out of it. Then I dipped two fingers into the viscous mess on his belly, scooping up as much of it as I could, and cheerfully ordered “Now open up slut! You know the rule: when sissy cums, sissy eats it! And lucky you,” I continued as he slurped the goo off my fingers, “today you get to taste it fresh without that nasty condom flavor.” He moaned as I dipped my fingers in the puddle of cum again, collecting another glob of slimy jizz and feeding it to him. I continued scooping it up and feeding it to him until I couldn’t get any more off him. And then I wiped my fingers on his belly and face, smearing the remains of his orgasm all over him.

He was still shuddering, deep down the rabbit hole of sexual degradation, when I finally pulled my cock out of him and clambered to my feet. Looming over him I reached out one foot to fondle and mash his wilted member. “Awww my little sissy, look at you” I gushed sweetly, “that’s exactly how a slut like you should look: well fucked and covered in cum.” I gave a final stomp, squashing his genitals under my bare foot, before turning away to wiggle out of my harness once more.

When I turned back I saw that he was sitting up and scrubbing at his semen-stained face with his hands. “Stop that slut!” I barked, reaching for my crop and dealing out a slash on his shoulder with it. “Stupid whore, if I wanted you to clean that off I’d have told you to! You’re nothing but a cumbucket now and you better get used to wearing it.”

Giving him a second sharp whack I bent to retrieve a small black case from the side pocket of a duffel bag. “And here’s another thing you’ll have to get used to wearing slave.” I chortled, spilling the clear plastic bits of his chastity cage out on the sofa. I tugged the leash to get him up on his knees and facing me, then began the finicky process of locking him into it. First the ring around the back, behind the balls, then the bit that closes the ring and holds it in place. Next the ribbon tied painfully tight just below the glans and used to pull the penis down into the shaft of the cock-cage. The happy second of snapping the lock closed followed by the painful moments of pulling and prying to loosen the ribbon and free it from the cage. When he was finally secured in it I gave the device a few smacks, making it clatter and bounce from side to side as I reminded him “There now, that’s safely locked away. Because nobody is interested in using that silly little thing, are they slut? Except to torture and control you with.” Grinning evilly, I slipped on my tshirt and yoga pants then sauntered outside to collect the barbeque.

He must have had an inkling of what was to come as soon as the smoky sweet aroma hit him. But he cannot have anticipated me strolling in with a dog dish in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. I perched on the sofa and plonked the double dish down on the floor in front of him. One side of the dish was piled high with savory ribs and chicken wings, liberally slathered with his favorite sauce. I popped open the top of the beer and, pouring it into the other side of the dish I declared “NOW I have crossed the line into complete decadence!”

to be continued..

Sleeping Violation

The idea of creeping up on someone & ravishing them in their sleep is one that runs though quite a lot of my fantasies. And as pre-engineered scenes go it’s an easy one to put together on the spur of the moment. So last night I decided to throw tia a mighty swerve and ‘rape’ him in his sleep.

My mojo has been seriously limping lately. Worries about money, about the kids, about my health and that of my loved ones; all the usual crap of life has been dragging me down. And I’ve been going around bitching and whining about needing a domme fix for weeks.

We’d shot a scene together yesterday that went pretty well. It wasn’t enough to get my fires blazing, but it was a decent spark. Then after I tucked tia in bed I did a few more solo clips that fanned those flames a good bit higher. By the time I was ready to quit for the night I was also ready for some serious action.

And tia was asleep.

Naturally my mind supplied the favorite arousal-button of the sleeping violation, so I quickly assembled my “rape kit”: Strapon (of course) but no lube, as I happened to know my victim had some on his bedside table. *whistles innocently* A long scarf to tie his wrists with. A nice fat ballgag and a damp washcloth.

(I actually took some time debating how best to secure his wrists. Shackles? Rope? I needed it to be fast but not terribly secure; knowing my slut he was more likely to beg for more than put up any serious resistance. The scarf won on grounds of speediness.)

Silently opening his door I saw that he had a pillow over his face. Good; the light wouldn’t wake him and I’d be able to be on him before he knew I was there. I pulled the door almost shut; leaving a sliver of light that was just enough to see by. Didn’t want to rouse my victim’s roommate! Then, laying the washcloth down beside the bed and moving the lube within easy reach, I climbed on top of him. I shoved the gag into his mouth and leaned down to growl in his ear “do exactly as I say and you won’t get hurt bitch”.

The gag fastened in place I pushed him over onto his stomach, grabbing one arm and twisting it up behind his back as I did so. My scarf made a quick lark’s head around one wrist and the ends were available to bind the other, which I was already tugging into place. His hands secured, I climbed off his shivering body. I stopped beside him, my hand on his ass, to murmur in his ear again: “Mmm, that’s a sweet ass you got there bitch. I’m really gonna like sticking my dick in it. And if it’s not as much fun for you as it is for me…well, too bad”. He shivered as I gave his ass a solid smack.

Moving around to straddle his legs, I spread his buttcheeks and slid my silicone hard-on between them. I could feel the moisture of our earlier congress still present; there seemed to be quite a lot of it. “Well well, the little slut’s all juiced up already” I taunted him, rubbing my cockhead around his anus. “Were you waiting for me to come and fuck you bitch? I bet you were, I know how you slutty little sissy whores are, always wanting to have a cock in you. I bet I don’t even need to use any lube do I?” I continued, abruptly shoving the first two inches of my dick past his sphincter.

I immediately pulled back out as his sharp gasp let me know how much the sudden intrusion hurt. A few seconds pause to let the spasm subside and I knew he would take me much easier. Wanting to be on the safe side but still maintain the illusion of an unprepared entry I sneakily squirted the tiniest dab of lube I could onto the head of my dick while I was at it. Then, taking aim once more, I pushed my entire length into him in one firm stroke. “That’s it, take every inch of it baby. Gonna fill that sweet ass up with my cock whether you like it or not.” He moaned as I began to slide in and out.

After a few seconds of fucking I shifted position so that one of my knees was between his thighs. Now I was at a better angle to tease my clit with the strapon, and I could balance my weight on my legs, freeing my hands to do other things. I kept one hand on his hip, squeezing it, using it to pull his pelvis toward me in time with my thrusts, occasionally giving him another smack. My other hand was at his wrists, pinning them down. Then in his hair, pulling his head back as I snarled: “oh yeah, you like that bitch, don’t you? Having that big ol cock all the way up in there, being used like the slutty little whore you are. We both know what a filthy sissy tramp you are, don’t we? DON’T WE?” He moans in helpless acquiescence as I yank his head back even harder.

I continued shoving my fucktool into him, telling him what a whore he was, a horny, cum-craving sissy whore, telling him that I knew slutty little sissy bitches like him needed their hungry asses filled, murmuring words of filthy humiliation in his ear as I ground my pelvis against his soft white ass. Until, at last (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes really), I came.

I always am a little surprised I don’t ejaculate when I cum. It sure FEELS like I do; a jumping, throbbing pulse that squeezeshoots out bursts of…something. From the cock that’s not my flesh squirting into the body of my lover/victim, which I can almost(still not really) feel squeezing around me. I guess it’s at these moments that I most feel a…lack…in my body, or a closeness to the genital equipment I might have opted for, if given a choice.

A-ny-way, back to my story…I gave tia’s ass one more smack and informed him “you’re a nice piece of ass bitch, a fine little piece of fuckmeat. I really enjoyed sticking it to you.” Three more pounding thrusts HARD into his butt to emphasize my point and I yanked my purple phallus out of his abused asshole.

“But you’re not done yet bitch” I continued, hastily scrubbing the dildo with my damp washcloth. (Were you wondering when I’d get to that?) I released one of his bound hands and tugged both arms so that I could re-tie them above his head. Then, moving to kneel beside his face, I unfastened the ball-gag and placed the tip of my cock against his lips. “You got my cock all dirty, now you have to lick it clean” I said as I shoved it into his whimpering mouth.

I swear, that boy never gives such good blowjobs as when he’s half asleep. Or maybe it’s just that his throat is more relaxed, he’s able to open up and let me just fuck the shit out of his face. That’s definitely what I was doing now; I’d meant to give a few thrusts just to drive home his enslavement and humiliation. But he was so receptive, taking my dick down his throat with such moaning ease, that I started to get really aroused again. I wound one hand through his hair and with the other reached down to grab his little cock. I kept pulling and yanking on it, roughly jerking him while I fucked his face. I didn’t think I was likely to cum again but it felt so good I didn’t want to stop. The physical sensations, the dildo pressing rhythmically against my mons, pulling his hair, feeling his cockette twitching in my hand…and the sense of sheer dominant triumph at having him helpless, at my mercy, and using him so…the combination was intoxicating.

But stop I did, eventually, pulling my dick out of his mouth with an audible ‘plop’. I smacked him with it a few times, rubbing his face in it, then used the palm of my hand for one last stinging slap on the cheek. “See you later bitch” I threatened, and as he lay there naked and trembling, hands still bound and whimpering with frustrated need, I walked, laughing, out the door.

Becoming Her bitch

Sometimes during play (although the splitting hairs side of me hates to call it that, because the word doesn't do it justice) things happen between Mistress and I that are just...indescribable. Too powerful, maybe even too personal for words.

In the interest of making my Mistress smile upon reading this, I am going to try.

Last weekend started out as, quite frankly, a bit of a disappointment. We went to Fetish Circuit that Saturday night more out of obligation rather than a desire to go. Neither Mistress or myself cares much for the club scene, where there are too many people, too much noise, and very little actual play going on. :P

So we get to Sunday without really having done anything or had much time together. I was decidedly UN-glamourous that day, not really feminized at all, no makeup, not even bodyshaved. A pink tshirt and matching panties was all I had on, the proper attire for a lazy day with Mistress.

And it was a pretty lazy day, almost vanilla even. But as the evening went on, and as I rubbed her feet and legs with lotion, Mistress decides she wants to use me and takes me back to the bedroom.

She has me crawl in bed beside her to pleasure her breasts with my mouth, has me rub my nipples against hers--just as if I was her girlfriend. At this point I'm aching to please her, be used by her, to do anything at all in the world for her. And she knows it.

"I want to fuck you, sissy slave,." She growls. And I know without even being told that she doesn't mean using my cockette at all.

I lie there on my back, watching her put the strap-on dildo on, feeling this...deep feeling of surrender course through my body. That this is my fate, and I should accept it, surrender to it. I am her fucktoy and plaything, and if it should please her to use me as a girl then I will be her girl, now and forever.

She tells me to stay on my back, has me pull down my panties, spread my legs wide and in the air...omg...she's really going to fuck me like a girl! We've never done this before.

She teases me, rubs the larger strap-on against my smaller cockette as if mocking it, reenforcing the fact that I am not a man anymore (in the usual sense of it) and that i will never experience 'normal' sex as a man ever again. She lubes up and enters me without much difficulty at all...ohhhhh goddd.....

And it feels amazing. To be taken by Mistress, I felt swept away in the feelings of submission and...a kind of deep mental feminization, and the incredible physical sensation of her fucking me, my cockette rubbing between us.

I melted under the physical and mental feelings, I wanted nothing more than to be fucked like that by her forever. If she had demanded it I would have agreed with all my body, heart and soul to surrender my cockette to permanent chastity in exchange to only having my sexual pleasure given at the end of her dildo. I felt myself wanting to cum...cum from being fucked in the ass! And it took effort not to let myself go when all I wanted was to just give into the sheer animal inside me, and cum all over the place. I wanted her to rape me...and moved my wrists underneath her hands for her to hold down..

Oh my...

It was beautiful.

I have been daydreaming of it all week. When we were finished, my legs were all rubbery and trembling. It was one of the most intense submissive experiences I had ever had and I ache so badly for more.

And oh god I want more. I want Mistress to take me down the road to deeper submission, enslave me, feminize me, push my limits of pain & humiliation for her pleasure, to kneel at her feet and surrender my body, heart & soul to her.

So....*blushes* that's what today's picture post is all about...its not from the evening I've been describing (Its from the night Mistress and I made the "Blonde Sissy beauty gets FUCKED!" video) but it definitely gives a sense of the...intensity of it.

I am Her bitch, and its all I ever want to be.

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.

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So slut, shall we do it again sometime? - Mistress, grinning evilly

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. ;)

Tia's first video!

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Under Her Thumb

I've described my enslavement to Mistress as being "far down the rabbit hole".  I'm not sure how deep this goes.  The more we are together, the more I feel her wrap me in chains of love and submission that grow ever tighter, much to my delight.

Let me illustrate this by telling you about a weekend not too long ago...

First off I guess I should get into the current 'ground rules'.  I am currently being punished by being kept in total chastity, with no release at all for my poor aching cockette (Mistress's word for my you-know-what).  This is because I was a bad girl, on purpose, and skipped wearing panties underneath my clothes. I had, to me, good reason. I wasn't trying to be naughty or to blow off Mistress--I was doing very physical labor at work that week, wearing shorts that keep falling off my body since I've started dieting. :P

Anyway...Mistress discovered this, and punished me accordingly--no release for three weeks!

So that's how our weekend started...being teased, touched, groped and fondled by both Mistress and her husband (alias Sir, alias Fr Izzy).  He in particular has been getting more and more into toying with me for his own pleasure, it seems--not just to amuse Mistress.

So we went out to dinner at Alt Pathway--its this alternative lifestyle restaurant that was over in Tampa (sadly its no longer there! *sniff*), where we had good food, watched a drag show, and I got more than a little bit tipsy. :)  Anyone following us on twitter (I am @slavetia and Mistress is @ladyerisiana on there)--we were kind of tweeting live as the night went on what was happening--must have been rather amused. :D

Mistress had me pull down my shorts at one point and show the waitress there my panties. *blush*

Then we return home and adjourn to the playroom. I strip down to my panties, put on high heels, and stand there, very vulnerable, as Sir strokes me through the panties.  He rubs my legs, thighs, tweaks a nipple, kisses my neck.  All the while Mistress is watching, tweeting, enjoying the little show. Bear in mind the ground rule I'm under--there's no possible hope of release, and it makes all the much worse!

Eventually I'm told to get down on my knees in front of Sir and beg to suck his cock, to say I'm a sissy cocksucker, how much I love it.  *moans softly* It never fails to humiliate, and Sir's cock is an impressive looking thick beast of a thing!  I service him for a while...feeling myself get lost in the submission to them both...I am such a lucky slave..

After a while Sir takes a break to have a smoke.  Mistress puts on some music, and commands me to dance for them.  *blush*  I try my best; I'm not exactly a graceful person. I touch myself all over, grind my ass, shake my hips, all the while Mistress and Sir are making admiring comments, making me blush even more.  I felt oh so sexual, so feminine--those feelings are growing stronger the longer I am their slave.

The song ends and Mistress comes over to play with me more directly...touching me, stroking me, making me ache so much...I fall to my knees and start kissing her feet. Just overcome with my feelings of aching need, of submission. This is my proper place.  I want to stay here at this Woman's feet the rest of my life if she'll have me.  I am owned, every inch of me is now her property.

I'm down there on my knees when I feel her flogger start to go up and down my back...I keep kissing.  The flogger dances over my body, growing in intensity.  Thuding here...stinging there...  Eventually it becomes pain enough to yelp a bit, but I keep kissing. 

Mistress attaches a leash to my collar and leads me crawling across the room on all fours in front of Sir to suck his cock some more...oh my... 

She then starts to rub herself against my ass, rubbing my body.  I'm sandwiched between them both, I know what's coming, and I'm oh so turned on...and humiliated...and feeling so much like just a sextoy or object there to be used by them both.  I feel Mistress lube me up and enter me with what's become my favorite strapon dildo.  Now I'm being fucked at both ends, utterly used.  But they're not really fucking me. Not really. I'm just a sextoy at this point, being used by one to pleasure and stimulate the other.  Mistress thrusts deep inside and slaps my ass, driving my mouth foward to take Sir's cock deeper down my throat, Sir thrusts back harder to force my ass back to rub against Mistress's hips.  I melt into a pool of submission, falling into the rhythm of being used.

It goes on a while...then they stop, pull out.  I feel the loss and moan helplessly. 

But then they trade places...oh god...

Sir is a lot larger than the dildo. I haven't gotten used to this yet.  This was only my 2nd time being taken by him.  It hurts...it hurts a lot.  I start to wonder if I should safeword but I hold back and just take it.  Mistress is holding me down, feeling me whimper and cry into her crotch. Sir is holding my hips, taking me as gently as he can.  He's not trying to hurt me after all, so I cry and take it and...deep down, under the pain, in my head and heart I am glad that I am being used for their pleasure.

I am under her thumb.  Forever, I hope.