The Silken Trap

We lie tangled together in bed, panting. I'm breathless with arousal and with the exertion of beating you. I hold you tight and you curl your body into mine as if you wish could crawl inside my skin and stay there forever. "You're MINE," I growl in response, "and I'm not letting go of you. Ever."

I twine my fingers in your hair and pull your head back for a deep, ravishing kiss. My hands play over your body, stroking, caressing, pinching. I twist your nipples, then twist them again, harder. My leg is thrown across your groin and you helplessly whimper and hump my thigh. I gaze into your eyes and look you return speaks volumes: How could I do this to you? What did you do to deserve this? And how could you possibly find it so, so, thrilling?

"Now my little slut, you've had your pleasure. It's time for you to see to mine. Get your head down and put that smart-assed mouth to work." I push your head down to my chest and you obediently take one nipple in your mouth and start sucking. "That's it slut, you know how Mistress likes it."

My hand slips down between my parted thighs. Fingers slide between the thick, slightly furry lips of my cunt and begin to stroke the sensitive flesh. They are soon wet with my juices, and I pull your head away from my breast to rub my wet fingers across your face. I push them into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "You like the way your Mistress tastes slut?"
"Yes Mistress" you answer.
"I bet you do. Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you taste my juices from the source. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?" You moan as I push your head back to my breast, taking my nipple in your mouth once more.

Soon my exploring fingers have found the magic spot. I begin to rub in tight quick circles. My hips grind, making little fucking motions, humping the air. Just like you're humping my thigh. I can feel your little cockette twitching against my leg and that turns me on too. I whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you suck diligently on my nipple and I diligently rub my clit. Stories of all the nasty things I imagine doing to you: chaining you to a toilet in a public restroom, forcing you to suck strangers for a pittance. Keeping you locked in a box under my bed, taking you out only when I'm ready to play with you like some giant dress-up doll. Keeping you feminized & sissified every minute of every day. Your moaning responses to my erotic storytelling increase my pleasure in your oral service, bringing me to higher and higher levels of excitement.

I can feel my orgasm approaching: a tsunami of pleasure about to crash over me. And then it does, and I am bucking writhing moaning clutching your hair with a fierce grip and pressing your face into my bosom so hard that you must surely be unable to breathe. As the waves recede I yank your head back once more and kiss you fiercely on the mouth. Then, giving you a firm push downward, I growl "now get down there and lick me slut." You moan and hurry to obey.

Burying your face between my thighs you lap at me like a thirsty dog, eagerly drinking my juices. "Make sure you get every last drop of that delicious cum out of your Mistress's puss." I smile as I grind my wet cunt against your face, smearing my juices all over it. I note to myself with secret glee that you've reached the point where this barely registers on your fastidious alarm scale.

I take a few minutes to luxuriate in the bliss of having your warm puppy tongue cleaning my still spasming pussy. Then I say "That's enough slut. Get up on your knees." You obey with a whine, sitting back on your haunches, hands on your thighs & face shiny with my cum, waiting for my next instruction.
"You've done well pet, and pleased your Mistress. So she's going to let you have a little sissy cummies today." Your hands move to touch your hard little cockette.
"No slut," I respond, "not here, not up here on the bed. You're going to do it like a sissy should: down on your knees on the floor, kissing my feet the entire time."

You clamber down from the bed and kneel beside it. I shift slightly so that my feet are positioned conveniently close to your face. You bend your head to them and start kissing. I can't see your hand stroking your little sissy cockette but I can see your shoulder move faster and faster. Very soon you're groaning...sputtering...pressing your face into my feet in the most fervent worship. You've had your orgasm now, and just as I intended it was hurried and barely satisfying; almost an afterthought to the service you rendered me.

Which is just as it should be for a little sissy slave, don't you agree?