Slavegirl Sissy

'Twas the night before Xmas, and all through the room,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Loon.
The slave was strung up on the giant penis with care,
Hoping his dear Mistress soon would be there.

The colored lights were all blinking on the giant penis and balls,
The slave was still waiting, stretched up very tall.
Then into the room there swept Lady Cherie.
She threw down her coat, and admired the tree.

"I've been busy shopping," she said with a leer.
"I've brought lots of toys to give bad gurls good cheer."
Then out of a black velvet bag she pulled hearty
A whole bunch of toys to make happy her party!

A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,
A St. Andrew's cross, some clothespins to zip,
A collar locked up with a padlock quite tight,
And leather restraints that would hold him just right,

Nipple clamps, vibrators, a violet wand too,
A Wartenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube,
Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,
And a new leather harness that made Mistress quite wet,

A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking paddle,
And finally, she pulled a red leather saddle.
The Mistress approached him, her eyes all a-twinkle,
And asked, "bound slave, what's this hard little winkle?

"I'll tie you, I'll flog you, I'll pinch and I'll tickle,
"I'll have so much fun, playing with this little pickle!"
The slave, she was speechless, her legs had gone weak,
As she dreamed of her hand going "smack!" on her
cheeks.

Her eyes cast submissively down to the floor,
she was ready to answer her when in through the door
Came another, dressed up in a red velvet suit,
With eight midget slaves in close, hot pursuit.

"What is this? – a bad gurl"? , old Sir Thomas asked.
His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping slave's ass.
"You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas he asked?
"You're going to need some toys that certainly will last!"

Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys,
Sure to bring pleasure to bad little gurls:
A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,
And for Mistress a strap-on, that got slave's attention!

Then back through the door old Santa did go,
And the slave and her Mistress once more were alone.
"It's playtime," said Mistress, her eyes all aripple,
As she started to fasten a clamp to his nipple.

He moaned, he sighed, he thrashed and he wriggled,
And out in the yard he heard Sir Thomas giggle.
Then he exclaimed, as their dungeon he was leaving,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Beating!"

-Love and Light from Mistress Darlene

(This was written by one of my tgirl friends, Mistress Darlene, after the last Fem Fun Day party. Need I say I was tickled pink? *biggrin*)



See, I told you Sir Thomas really does have a HUGE penis!



And that is me giving party maid barbara her birthday spankings.

Hope all our readers are having a lovely holiday season!

I would be fibbing if I said Christmas was my favorite holiday. That would have to be Easter. (A holiday largely based on pagan fertility rituals? I am so there! It also doesn't hurt that my birthday coincides with Easter every so often.

But the holiday season is a very special time for my family, for multiple reasons.

Izzy and I met at Thanksgiving in 1991, and got involved (i.e. started fucking) at Christmas of that year. (We met when his roommate, with whom I was having a holiday fling, brought me home...but that's a story for another time.)

He proposed to me at Christmas time the year I moved in with him, in 1996. And we were married a year later on the day of the winter solstice, December 21st 1997.

I was not thinking of any of this last year, when on December 6th I invited a certain smart-assed submissive I had met on Alt.com to write to me at my regular email address. I certainly wasn't thinking of it when I invited him to lunch the day after Christmas. Or the day after, when we made the drive together to Orlando to a friend's holiday play party.

I began to have an inkling on that drive, when I found him so very comfortable to be with. But it took a few more months before I was truly conscious that this might be The Real Thing.

Now of course I can look back and see that I've gained another set of precious anniversaries to celebrate along with the winter holidays. To the men I love so much - what can I say? You are the best Christmas presents ever, and I've been doubly blessed to have found both of you.

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Remember those old home movies I found a few weeks ago? Got another one of them to share with y'all today. I've been sitting on this one, saving it for the holiday it was obviously meant for. I'm not sure what I had in mind when I started; what I ultimately ended up publishing on my (vanilla) smut site was a simple masturbation video. But the toy itself was purchased with the intention of using it in my harness on some slutty sissy. And it has become tia's favorite dildo, nicknamed "fairy".

Anyway, this clip is goofy as hell. But has sentimental value which I know at least one sissy slut will appreciate. *smiles*

(The scene I spoke of yesterday was so hot that I forced tia to write about it too. Here is her side of the story, taken from her slave journal; the comments in italics are from me. - Lady Erisiana Cherie)

So frustrated…

Have spent the morning being thoroughly used by Mistress.

(You left out the part where you spent 45 minutes rubbing my neck & shoulders before we played, slut.)

First she cuffs me, ties the cuffs together with silk scarves, then its time for a rough cocksucking lesson as she straps on a large dildo and fucks my mouth with it, straddling my head as I lie beneath her, grabbing my hair and thrusting deep into my mouth as I gag helplessly.

(You looked so pretty swallowing my cock, your cheeks bulging with it, having it rubbed all over your face. And I was amazed at how far down you took it before choking! You're getting to be quite the little cocksucking slut, my precious sissy.)

I feel myself get into it, become more pliable. I tell Mistress that, if she wishes, she could fuck me with the purple dildo—the one I seem to have taken to the best. She’s delighted at the offer—she hadn’t planned (I don’t think) on using me that way today and she switches out the dildo I’m sucking on—a little too big than I can handle—for the friendlier purple dildo that turns me into such a slut under her.

(Offer, LOL! Have you forgotten how you begged me to fuck you? I could swear I remember you saying something like "please please fuck my horny sissy ass Mistress!")

She lubes me up and has me bend across the bed, then takes me….ohhhh…it feels so humiliating, yet natural, as my body just responds like a whore to her. Thrusting back against her hips, driving it in deeper, wishing I could make Mistress cum that way.

Not today, however. She takes me, gentle, rough, in between for a while then decides its time to concentrate fully on her pleasure. She takes the strap-on off, lies down on the bed, then has me kneel in between her legs to lick her. Its heavenly…I’m so excited..I want to please my Mistress so bad..

I lick her, insert a finger at her command…but then..”I want to feel something more..substantial.” I know immediately she doesn’t mean my little sissy cockette. “Go get the gizmo.”

The gizmo is a double sided dildo gag, for those of you who haven’t read of it before. She straps it around my head and soon I’m kneeling between her legs again as she fucks herself with it. All I can do is see and smell her, surrounding me, yet my cockette is rubbing uselessly against the bed and my mouth is filled with dildo that I have to suck.

Mistress has a very lovely orgasm, her body shuddering in pleasure. She takes off the gizmo and has me lick her a little more. More shudders of pleasure.

And then she’s done using me for now, I’m curled up beside her, frustrated, as she tells me I’m not going to cum today…my sissy cockette is going to stay in my panties.

*moans* Its almost maddening. Turned on so much and used…but no release..

But in a way…I’m happy with that, because it means I’ll be on edge, turned on, and eager to please her all day. I am her total slave, and it makes me so happy.

I've made my slave suck my strap-on plenty of times. But last week I took it to a whole new level: sitting on his chest with his wrists bound, wearing one of my largest dildos, holding his head in my hands and just reaming the shit out of his sexy mouth.

Now I keep remembering the way he looked while I was fucking his face. Shoving it in so hard & deep that he gagged, ramming my plastic phallus down his throat and holding it there for as long as I thought he could stand it. And then just a little longer. I could feel his body melting beneath me as I thrust into him, demonstrating his place as MY personal cocksucking whore. I could see it clearly in his expression, that exquisite blend of utter degredation and absolute, helpless bliss. **shivers**

Do I even need to say how often such scenes show up in my masturbatory fantasies? Seems like I've always wanted my own little suck-slut. It's only too bad I don't have a real flesh-cock of my own to shove down your pretty, gagging throat, my precious pet. **kiss**