Slavegirl Sissy

In the playroom I ordered tia to fetch her cuffs. She brought the red suede cuffs with the huge, jingling, jewelry-like rings, handed them to me, and presented her hands, wrists up, as I have taught her to do. I fastened the cuffs around her wrists and followed them with metal carabiners to fasten her wrists together behind her back. Finally I ordered her to her knees, saying "now, aren't you glad you have a Mistress who uses you just like a sissy slut ought to be used?"

"Oh yes Mistess" she responded, pressing her face against my toes.

"You may kiss my feet slut." I declared, and she began fervently kissing all over both feet as Izzy and I lounged in our chairs, enjoying our tobacco indulgence. I allowed her to continue so for about five minutes, then I ordered her to stand in the corner. She stood there quivering, hands bound behind her back, as we casually discussed her transgression. When I finished my cigarette I decided it was time for the punishment to commence.

I unclipped the carabiners holding her hands together, and reclipped them to the hitch rings on either wall. Now my slut was securely held in position in the whipping corner. Perusing my implements of torture I selected a split-tongue slapper to start with. I flicked it back and forth across her ass, then worked my way up to her shoulders. Up and down, back and forth I continued, increasing the speed and intensity of my strokes, until red streaks began to blossom on her white skin. She was squirming in her bondage, trying to escape the pain.

I moved around in front of her, between her body and the wall, and began toying with her nipples and stroking her cockette. "Who do you belong to, slut?" I whispered, "whose nipples are these?"

"Yours Mistress"

"And whose sweet ass is this?"

"Yours Mistress"

"And this pretty little cockette, who does this belong to?"

"It's yours Mistress, I belong to you completely"

"That's right slut...you're MINE, I'll do anything I want with you and don't you forget it."

I asked Izzy to hand me the nipple suckers, which are elongated plastic cuplike things that fasten over the nipples with suction. After just a few minutes wearing them my sissy's nipples swell up, turning red and puffy and delightfully sensitive. I like to have her wear them whenever we play; both because it makes her nipples look so girly and because it increases her response to my torturous attentions. I lavished her with my tongue, moistening the skin so that the suction cups would hold firmly, and applied the nipple suckers, then moved behind her once more.

Next I spent a few minues spanking her with my bare hands, enjoying the way her cheeks jiggle when I smack them. Then I picked up a simple black leather strap, a gift from my domme sister Mistress Candice, and proceeded to get serious. Soon she was dancing and yelping as I laid into her with my strap. I especially enjoyed striking the backs of her thighs; she seemed to feel it most acutely.

As I continued to strike her I also continued to remind her of what she was and why she was in this position...that she is my property...that she had disobeyed my orders...and most importantly, that her body is mine to use as I like anytime. I kept it up until her ass and thighs and shoulders were red hot and she was near tears, then I laid down my strap and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and whispering words of love "Good girl, you took your punishment well, and you won't make that mistake again will you my precious?"

"No Mistress, I'll be good I promise." And with that I released her hands, allowed her to fall to her knees and kiss my feet once more.

We then adjourned to the bedroom, to engage in some threesome snuggling. It was pretty late by then and soon I was dozing off. Izzy needed to get home to relieve the babysitter so eventually he got up and kissed me goodnight, leaving tia and I alone in the bed. She squirmed even closer to me, wrapping her lovely thighs around mine and rubbing that still-hard cockette against me. I could tell my slut-slave was not going to sleep anytime soon. So I hauled her up out of bed and into the bathroom, deciding we might as well put the time toward something constructive.

As I said my slut has a lot to learn. One thing she still needs to learn is to groom herself properly; she has terrible trouble getting all the hair off her crotch. Fortunately she has a gracious Mistress who is willing to help her improve as a sissy slave. So we spent the next hour or so in the bathroom, she assuming a series of embarassingly exposed positions while I removed every last bit of hair from around her ass, cockette and tessies. When she was finally sissy-smooth I had her bend over, placing her hands on the floor of the tub, while I lubed up her cute little ass. I used one finger, then two, to explore her inner depths before finally stuffing a butt plug into her tight hole. A final smack and we were finished; I led her back into the bedroom.

Fondling, teasing and toying with my slave as I shaved her had got me all turned on again. Soon we were once more tangled together in bed, her smooth thighs wrapped around mine and her hard little cockette pressing against me. I instructed her to use her mouth and hands on my nipples as I jilled off again. Five minutes later, after yet another fantastic orgasm, I was completely satiated...and tia was nearly weeping with frustration. She begged and begged me to use her more...to fuck her ass...to use her as my dildo...anything, anything just please USE her. I laughed and reminded her that she got herself into this by disobeying my orders. She has two more weeks of chastity to go. But if she left that buttplug in while she slept I might be pleased enough to take a little time off her sentence. I told her she could take it out when it became unbearable, but to note the time when she did so. She whimpered an assent, and I kissed her goodnight, leaving her there shivering in helpless frustration.

The end.

p.s. She kept the butt plug in until five am, four hours (a record for my fussy slut). And as I had decided to let her have 12 hours off her chastity sentence for every hour she left it in, she managed to shave two whole days off her sentence. Good girl, tia!

It was a long week. My tiapet put in about 70 grueling hours at work, which meant she was not available to satisfy my needs. So by the time Saturday (our threesome night) rolled around I was feeling...testy. I tend to be a little more fierce, a little more cruel and heartless, when I'm feeling deprived. So my slut was in for a night of exquisite sensual torment.

The plan was for Izzy to join us at the studio for pizza & movies. When my sissy slut inquired which panties I wanted him to wear I told him none. For the time being I wanted him naked. I did order him to go and get his collar, which I fastened around his neck.

He begged very sweetly to be allowed to put clothes on when the pizza guy came. I granted this request but insisted that he remain naked until the last minute. When the time came he tried to put socks on too, which I put an immediate halt to. He would answer the door clothed, yes...but he would leave that collar on and his sissy pink toenail polish would be fully visible.

While he was paying for the pizza I selected a white lace teddy, with spaghetti straps and a bit of pearl beadwork around the neckline. This garment also featured a snap crotch which I thought might be...useful.

As soon as he put the pizza boxes down I handed him the teddy. He whimpered but obediently wiggled out of his boy shorts & tshirt and into the lacy lingerie. As usual her tessies were hanging out the side; I had to call her over and adjust the crotch myself to make sure that those troublesome boy bits were concealed under the lace. Although with my slave's little cockette so throbbingly hard it was quite visible still.

We ate our dinner and put the movie on. I was languidly teasing her the whole time but about halfway through the movie I was taken with a notion to have my slave put her pretty, smart-assed mouth to use. Lacking a cock of my own to stuff in it I ordered her to crawl between Izzy's legs and start sucking. We watched the movie for another ten minutes or so before I became distracted, enjoying the live sissy blowjob show going on right next to me. I leaned back, put one foot on the back of her neck, slipped my hand inside my own panties, and began to jill off.

Watching my slave perform the duties she's been trained to do, watching her pretty mouth slide up and down on my husband's cock, was incredibly arousing. As I pleasured myself I noticed how tia's eyes kept sliding to the side. I ordered her sternly to stop looking at Mistress and pay attention to what she was doing, and punctuated that order by pushing her head down onto that thick pole with my foot.

Izzy began playing with one of my nipples and soon I was lost in my own pleasure. A few moments later and I was shuddering and moaning in the throes of orgasm. I could see (when my eyes flickered open) that tia was frankly looking at me, cockhead still held between her lips, an expression of deepest longing on her face. She quickly averted her eyes when she saw me looking. I reached over, grabbed her springy hair, yanked her off the pole she was sucking and dragged her face into my wet, throbbing pussy.

She greedily lapped at my juices for as long as I allowed it but a moment later I was shoving her away again. I pushed her back, away from the sofa, and climbed onto Izzy's lap. Glancing over my shoulder, I ordered my slut to help with the insertion. Her trembling hand grasped Izzy's hardon and guided it clumsily into my waiting cunt. Then I ordered my sissy slave to lick my ass while I rode my husband's cock. The slut needs a lot of training still, but she did her best to obey.

I bounced up and down on his dick as tia licked and kissed my ass, brushing her mouth all over both cheeks and even thrusting her face deeply into my crack to tongue my asshole. I had a couple more small orgasms as well, my muscles clenching around Izzy's thick member. Finally my legs began to tire, so I tumbled off sideways to lie on the couch.

Izzy promptly grabbed tia by the hair and shoved her face down on his cock once more. "Doesn't your Mistress's pussy taste good, slut?" he quizzed. A muffled whine was, of course, the only response tia was capable of producing. I let this continue for a minute or two but I wanted that fat cock for myself, so soon I was ordering both of them to move away from the sofa. I positioned myself on my knees, backside presented appealingly, and gestured for Izzy to come and get it.

As he slid inside me I commanded tia to lick Izzy's ass. She obeyed, but Izzy seemed to get nervous about having her there; his thrusts into me became shallow and soft. "You can move, you know" I growled.

"Well, tia's right behind me..."

"Just smack her in the face with your ass, that's what she's there for. Isn't that right slut?" A whimpering moan was the only response.

"How about you have her up there, kissing you, instead."

"Mmm, ok, good idea. Get up here slut" I patted the sofa next to me, and tia climbed up to lie beside me. I slipped my hand behind her head, twisted my fingers in her hair and pulled back so that her pretty throat was streched out for me to suck and bite. I moved from her neck to her mouth and back again, ravishing her with my lips and tongue, while Izzy pounded me from behind. I came again, moaning into my slut-slave's panting mouth. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Izzy had his hand on her straining cockette. It must have been maddening, with her knowing that there was no possible chance of release for two more weeks.

Soon Izzy was asking me "so, would you rather have me cum in your pussy and make the slut clean it out of you, or do you want me to just pull out and cum on her face?"

"Ohh, cum inside me, definitely. I want her to eat your jizz out of my pussy."

And about five seconds later, just as I clamped down in the throes of my - what was it, fifth? - orgasm, he did, pumping me full of thick man-cream. We held our places, breathless and elated, for a few dozen heartbeats. Then I was twisting to fall backwards onto my ass, crotch perched at the edge of the couch. Izzy collapsed beside me and I pulled tia, still quiveringly aroused and achingly frustrated, down to kneel between my thighs. I pulled her face into my crotch and ground my wet pussy onto her mouth and nose, smearing cum all over her face. My slave is entertainingly fastidious so this is far more of a humilating torture than it might sound. Silly sissy, she'll learn eventually that a fucktoy's proper state is covered in cum!

Anyway, I pulled her firmly into my cunt and demanded that she lick up every last drop of semen. I kept her there for another three or four minutes before declaring myself satisfied and giving her permission to sit once more. But then of course Izzy and I wanted to smoke...so we went to the playroom...and once we got there the subject of my slut's disobedience came up. She brazenly looked when she was told not to, and did it repeatedly!

She would have to be punished.

Stay tuned for Part 2, Punishing the chaste sissy!

{Dear readers - This is smut, and as such I am not real concerned about being "politically correct" in my language. But I realize that some may find it confusing to have me switch gender pronouns in midstream when referring to tia. (Who is, to clarify, male bodied but mentally feminine, and would likely qualify as autogynephilic.) I normally refer to "him" as "her" whether "she" is dressed en femme or not. But on this evening the sense of "stripping him of his maleness" was a significant part of the play, and I wanted to reflect that somehow in the retelling.}

In honor o' talk like a pirate day I be postin these here photographs o' me & me wench. I hope ye scurvy scalawags enjoy yer eyeful o' sissy smut! (Jus click t' picture to see more seafarin' naughtiness!)