Slavegirl Sissy

Some homemade Halloween porn from my favorite smutmakers. I met Trixie & Delia online in 2005, and they have been inspiring me ever since. wickedgrin

I think Delia is a complete dollcake. And I KNOW lots of you sissy sluts agree with me...don't you wish you could look just like her?



Her girlfriend Trixie is hilarious...and also utterly fuckable. Click the pic to see her scary, hairy cunt:




And just for fun, here's one of Delia as Tucker, doing insanely naughty things with a pumpkin...

Later in the day...

She's all pink and smooth now, skin covered in creamy lotion. (I wonder if she knows that lotion increases drag on the skin, and can make floggings, spankings etc. hurt more?)

I've set her to making my lunch, but not before dressing her appropriately.

We begin with the collars, which go on when she is naked and fresh from the bath. There are two - the goddess pendant on a silver chain which she wears all the time as a reminder of her enslavement to me, and the red leather collar, her "collar of consideration" I guess you'd call it, which I gave her last February for her birthday when I decided to take possession of her. That one's the obvious collar so its use - for now - is restricted to home and kink venues.

It's our own little ritual, this everyday collaring ceremony. She kneels naked before me as I fasten them around her neck, exchanging kisses along with our vows of servitude and control.

Today I also have her in what I think of as a "daily wear" maid's outfit. A practical and comfortable black cotton dress, a pretty white apron, white fishnets and sensible black heels. The sort of clothes one can actually scrub a toilet or mop a floor in without it being purely a fetish exercise. The piece de resistance is her deliciously frou-frou white mesh panties. The color is white but they're festooned all around with girlish polka-dotted ruffles, perfect panties for blushing displays under a lifted skirt.

A brunette wig and cherry-pop lip gloss and she is ready to set about her work. First a load of laundry goes into the machine, then my sissy slave prepares my lunch. Meanwhile I'm sitting in the playroom, tippy-tapping away on the computer. When lunch is ready she comes and announces it with a little curtsey. It's laid out beautifully, and tastes delicious...and to think that a mere 6 months ago my slut was afraid to do anything in the kitchen!

After lunch it's time to wash the dishes, but first I have a few adjustments to make to my slavegirl's costume. I want to add breasts, and not just any breats but JAHOOBIES, the biggest set of falsies in my collection. Now she's a lovely curvaceous DD cup. And for the finishing touch I bend her over and slide the orange swirl butt plug into her tight ass. (Spending some time loosening & lubricating with my fingers first, naturally. *wickedgrin*)

All this primping and plugging has got my juices flowing so I decide I want her to perform one more personal service for me before she attends to the rest of her chores. I send her to fetch the gizmo, which is a cleverly designed gag/dildo combination. One side has a small penis-shaped gag; the other a larger dildo. When it's strapped around her head my sissy looks lovelier than ever: mute, helplessly frustrated, ready to serve.

I lie back into my nest of pillows on the sofa and proceed to jill off. Rubbing my clit with one hand, twisting my nipples with the other, enjoying the longing whimpers of my sissy slut as she kneels between my thighs, waiting to serve. I start painting a little mental picture for her "just imagine slut, if Izzy walked through the door and saw us...you with your head buried between my thighs, your cute pantied ass sticking up in the air. Imagine if he decided to join us...his hands on your hips, pulling down your panties...pulling that butt plug out of your tight little ass...replacing it with his own hard, fat cock...ooohhh, it would be so sweet to hear you whimpering with your face pressed in my pussy, going "no, oh, please it hurts" while he fucks you, while we both use you..."

I reach out my hand, grab the end of the dildo and pull her head toward me, guiding the toy into my hungry puss. I've got one foot propped against the sofa, the other tucked behind her head. She begins to move under my guidance, thrusting the dildo into me as I rub my clit. I'm quiet now, concentrating more on my own pleasure than on teasing my frustrated slut. In just a few minutes I come, moaning and grinding against my sissy slavegirl's face.

I hold her there for a few moments before reaching down to unbuckle the gag-strap. Sliding the dildo out of my dripping cunt, I press her face into it and allow her to lap up my juices. (This is really the only time I get into having my pussy eaten, after I've just orgasmed.) Then she's given the dildo to suck clean. The foolish girl drops it from her mouth and earns herself a few swats on the bottom for clumsiness; but her intimate service is done...for now.

I'm kind enough to remove the butt plug from her squeaky-tight ass before sending her to wash the dishes.
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p.s. I didn't take any pics of tia that day, but here's a video gallery of StrapOn Jane teasing a sissy for your viewing pleasure!

I have been thinking about the idea of maintenance spankings: disciplinary pain administered not for the purpose of punishment, but for the purpose of reinforcing the slave's place in the household.

I have been thinking that these are a good idea.

So this morning, after she finished her tedious work-related tasks (and her morning coffee, lol!) I took tia by the hand and led her into the playroom. I indicated that she was to kneel and kiss my feet, then I told her of my thoughts on the subject. Her whimper was enough to let me know she was in agreement with my decision, but I ordered her to ask for it just the same: "Now ask me to spank you slut. Ask me to put you in your place."

"Please Mistress, please spank me" whined my poor incoherent darling.

I bade her to stand close beside my bare thighs...to pull down her panties...to lay herself across my lap and present her buttocks to me. She looked so pretty like that, her plump white ass quivering under my hands, panties down around her ankles and soft pink tshirt bunched up around her back. I spent a few minutes stroking her and telling her how pleased I have been with her service and devotion to me.

Then I began to spank her. I started with a few sharp blows but soon moved into a steady rhythm, striking hard enough to redden those white cheeks, hard enough to make her quiver and moan, but not hard enough to really push her limits. Once her ass and thighs were pink all over I paused again to stroke my slave's tender flesh and tell her again how pleased I am with her. These past few months of long hours have left my slut little time to attend to me but she's continually demonstrated her desire to serve, to improve my life and contribute to my happiness. And she's done a great deal toward those ends in spite of the long hours at work.

And then I commenced to spanking once more. Building intensity this time, striking harder and faster, raining blows repeatedly on the same tender spots. Particularly that juncture where ass meets thigh meets sissy cockette, and taking care to drag my fingertips across that sensitive flesh with every stroke. A few more minutes...my slave's whimpers getting more pronounced all the time...and I paused again.

Without having consciously planned it I became aware that the time was right for a slight change in course. I had been praising my sissy for her efforts...now was the time to motivate her, inspire her, focus her on becoming an even better slave. I spoke again "Now my slut, do you have anything you want to tell me? Anything you feel you need to confess? Anything you need to apologize for?"

A pause while she searches for a response..."no, Mistress, I don't think so?"

"Oh really slut?" I resume spanking her now bright red cheeks. "Could you not for instance be trying harder to keep yourself shaved smooth and pretty for me? Could you not be trying harder to keep the dishes washed and the house tidy, even when you're working long hours?"

"yes Mistress, yes, you're right, I'm sorry, I could be doing better, I want to be a better slave for you" she babbles with charming sincerity.

My hand is dancing across her ass, raining blows down on her as she squirms on my lap. I strike harder...harder...harder...and stop.

"That's my good girl, my pretty little sissy," I murmer into her ear as I guide her pliant body into kneeling beside me. I grab her hair, pull her head back so I can kiss her. "Mistress is proud of her slave, and she knows you can be an even better slave."

"Yes, thank you Mistress, oh thank you Mistress"

"I love you slut. Now I want you to go and tweet, tell the world how you feel right now, then get in the shower and get rid of all that nasty body hair."

"Yes ma'am."
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p.s. Stay tuned for part 2!

p.p.s. I didn't bother taking pics of tia that day, so here is a little video gallery of Lucy May getting spanked instead! ;-D

Ass-kissing can be literal, pressing one's lips to the buttocks of another, and it can also be figurative: verbal displays of worship and adoration.

Any dominant woman who puts herself online will get her share of figurative ass kissing. As a professional I invite it, and thus get even more of it. This vast experience with online messages leads to a sort of radar; you get a sense for which guys will actually show up for in-the-flesh meetings, which are cyber-fantasists, which are form letters sent to every new domme they come across, etc. Fortunately I like figurative ass kissing so the messages from online wankers looking for someone to chat-sturbate with don't bother me the way they seem to bother some dommes.

(I confess I get sincere pleasure in referring the chatsturbators to my online smut though - one of the benefits of being a pro, IMO!)

Anyway, I get quite a lot of figurative ass-kissing. And every once in a while I get something special. The following letter sent to me by a subguy is one of those rare gems, purely for this phrase:

regal anus

i had the following daydream (which You inspired in me) – and lay it at Your feet!!

THE MASSAGE

I pull the slim piece of bed sheet – the only thing covering your totally bare skin – off your behind, with my teeth, nose, lips and tongue. Your magnificent nude body, lying there, waiting for pleasure, servile obeisance, adoring flattery, tribute, fawning -- and the honor (and amusement) it gives you to hear my gasping breath and to feel my heart pounding -- makes me dizzy and my knees weak! Is this a form of heaven??!!

As you directed, I lift one of Your feet, kiss the ball of it, and the pads of your toes, and begin to massage it. Then I do the other. I'm gratified to hear your murmurs of pleasure and voluptuous, luxuriant self-indulgence. I do your calves, and my hands quiver a bit, as I tenderly, lovingly, caress your fabulous thighs!

Though not ordered to I can't resist kissing your majestic buttocks all over. I hear you giggle, but I know you're pleased. Then, daring more than perhaps I should, I bury my face between them, my nose right up against your regal anus -- and I take a long, slow lick of your sex. (You tense, and I hear a quick intake of your breath!)

Then, getting back to doing the massage as you commanded, I do your back and shoulders and neck.

You turn over. (Will I have a heart attack from the display, now, of your breasts and sex?) I cup your breasts, gently, and run my tongue over your nipples, flicking them back and forth. You're louder now, no longer subtle about your pleasure and thrilling experiences. I suck them, kiss them, kiss your breasts ALL over, my hands cupping your butt-cheeks and tickling your anus. Finally, you push me down lower -- and set me about the ultimate task/pleasure! (Is it even more a pleasure/thrill/delight/joy for me, than it is for you?)

My buttocks have been lavishly praised many times. My ass has even inspired a song. But never has my anus received such royal treatment.

And naturally it was also the inspiration for a whole slew of smart ass comments from my silly sissy slut, which I will also share with you, dear readers:

So when you goto the bathroom, does that make it a royal flush?
Isnt that what they call Prince Charles's new wife?
I think that was an '80s punk band, "Regal Anus"
I suppose now we know why youve had royally shitty days...
Hope Izzy appreciates sodomizing royalty!
And when you have a hemorrhoids, would that officially be a Royal Pain in the Ass?

Rest assured, tia will pay the penalty for every single one of them. ;-D

We were preparing to spend an evening hanging out and watching movies. I'd given my slave panties and a pretty satin nightie to put on. And then I noticed - she'd put her panties on sideways, so that the decorative flower, which was supposed to rest gracefully on her hip, dangled inelegantly between her legs!

It was so hilarious that I HAD to take some pics. Naturally my pulling out the camera made her embarrassment even more acute. It was incredibly exciting, watching her writhe and squirm as I documented her subjugation.

By the time I declared myself satisfied with her appearance and put the camera away my slave was pretty much a puddle of goo at my feet. Just the way I like her.