Slavegirl Sissy

I wasn't allowed to rest much after the cocksucking conga line (or even let it sink in "Jesus, did I really just do *that*???") because by now Mistress was really excited and had other ideas. I had thought that maybe she was going to take me with her strap-on in the middle of the club, but perhaps she's saving that for a rainy day.

No, she wanted sex with Sir, her husband, and didnt want me to miss a second of it. She's really been getting into humiliating me recently, always reminding me (as if I could forget!) my place. Its like the little humiliations/cruelities enflame her desires, and send her over the edge. Its kind of breathtaking to watch, actually.

She directed me to lie on my back on a padded coffin in the club, head at the edge. She then climbed ontop of me, her pussy right above my face, and Sir began fucking her. I was ordered to lick.

All the while she's moaning in pleasure and growling things at me like that I was Her Property; now and forever. That my place was to serve her, her husband, and anyone she chooses. That she needed to be fucked by a real man and my sissy cockette was useless.

And it felt useless, much to my embarrassment as she flopped it around. Semi-rigid, feeling kind of tiny--I had just been on the damn sybian after all and anal leaves me kind of...um...small.

I lick, I watch, I shudder helplessly beneath her as she orgasms. She gets off me and keeps toying with my cockette, teasing me about how I should cum right there on the spot in her hand in front of everyone and I'm looking up and all I see are grinning faces above me--yes, we had had an audience and I didnt even know it. ( *blush* )

I couldnt cum, wasnt close, wasnt even that hard really--*omg we were BEING WATCHED!*--but Mistress seemed to understand, and was amused, and I was allowed to get up and rest awhile.

Eventually it was time to leave the club, and I was permitted to get back in drab for the trip home. I sat in the back seat, squirming at the events of the evening, thinking we were done for the night.

Not quite. ( *blush* )

We get back home (the studio) and Mistress decides she wants another round, so we all go out to the playroom. I'm ordered to strip naked and serve them drinks.

I'm then ordered to suck on Sir's cock... ( *blush* )

While I *am* getting used to it...in some ways...the sheer power of this form of surrender *always* puts me deep into subspace, and I feel like the 'I/Me' who really is hetro-oriented disappears totally, or at least becomes a tiny voice in the back of my head who doesnt believe I'm really doing this, and with that sense of self submerged a new personna takes over--that being of a toy, my Mistress's slave and property. And that personna glorifies in the surrender, being swept up and carried away by the will of my Mistress. At that point I dont feel like I'm 'me' any longer in the ego/super ego sense--I'm a living sex toy, being manuipulated by Mistress to please her husband.

*See this is why Mistress writes these stories so much better than me. She remembers and can describe every action, every little detail. Me...everything's going on in my head. My mind is my most erogenous zone.*

Because while I'm sucking Sir's cock and all of this is going on in my head Mistress is whipping me with a flogger. Or a crop. Or a slapper. I really dont know..I remember thud-y and sting-y pains so it was probably a bit of both.

And she's really getting off on it too...teasing me, rubbing the humiliation in just that much deeper.

After beating me a while as I suck she changes gears, excuses herself for a minute. I'm ordered not to stop so I continue, trying to please Sir with my mouth. He strokes my hair...his gentleness towards me is so sweet. I am truly blessed to be owned by both of them.

Mistress returns with lotion that she coats her hand and my cockette with, and starts stroking....ohhhh...she wants me to cum. And cum like *THIS*.With her husband's cock in my mouth. The sheer eroticism of it makes my body tingle, I know I cant hold out for long and I dont, spilling my seed all over the floor.

Mistress being Mistress, there's always going to be one more humiliation, one more little push to send me over the edge of submission.

"Rub your face in it slut."

Its a quirk of mine...that I don't like dirty things, or mess. Gives me the heebie-jeebies to be honest.

So its with a sense of "ugggggh" that I obey, bowing down, rubbing my cheek into the goo...Mistress grabs my hair and rubs my face in it a bit more directly.

Now she's ready for round two with Sir, and I'm allowed to kiss her feet this time as they have sex.

After all is done, all three of us cuddle, contentedly in bed.

Life doesn't suck.

It was an intense party..

Mistress had picked a pink & black polka dot nightie for me to wear, black stockings with a pink trim up the back of the legs, my heels, and my wig. Transformed me and did my makeup right there in the middle of the club.

While this is a sex club and a rather decadent one at that, and while what Mistress was doing to me wasnt anything no one there has ever seen before, I still blush and squirm every time. Cant help it.

Inserted the medium butt plug...the one with the swirly large head that I *hate*.

She then bound me to a wooden cross and asked me "What color are you?".

This was not a good sign.

I can't think of a single time in our relationship where she's asked that. See, Mistress knows me...better than anyone else ever has, I think. And as far as pain goes, she knows about how much I can take and how to apply it like an expert. To ask me my color meant she was going to kick things up a notch.

And I was right....soon she had my ass and back stinging and on fire. She had pulled out all of the sharp stinging toys (I handle thud-y much better). The evil red slapper I know for sure. Other toys that hurt just as bad.

While this was going on a rather agggressive member of the club who apparently wanted to put his dick into anything and everything saw me bound to the cross and got...ideas...

Thankfully Mistress didnt give him permission for that but she did let him rub it against my cheeks....( moans softly ). Rather an intense moment...a total stranger doing that to me while I was helpless..

Then I was untied, allowed to recover. It was getting time for the dinner break so I was permitted to dress back up in drab while we went to meet Sir for dinner--he hadnt gone to the afternoon event.

After dinner, back at the club, dressed again Mistress had me mount (rather uncomfortably) a sybian. This is (for those of you not in the know) a vibrator that you sit on and ride--powered by what I believe is an engine from a small plane.

This activity of course, didnt happen off in some private corner of the club, noooo couldnt have that at all! No, the sybian was parked right in front of the big screen tv, surrounded by comfty couches so everyone in the club could watch!

Mistress then stood over me, wearing her strapon, and had me suck it while Sir worked the remote controls of the sybian, controlling vibration (ranging from gentle to holy shit you must be kidding me) and rotation. It was...intense.

Mistress then wanted to work the remote herself, so she changed places with Sir, her working the controls, me sucking his cock. ( moans softly )I feel so owned by this couple....I so love being their toy, used and abused by them, allowed to please them.. I just felt myself surrender to it, watchers in the club be damned.

But...Mistress being Mistress...she wanted to push my submission even further, so she announced to the onlookers that they could help themselves to her slut...two of them took her up on the offer.. ( bright blush ). One right after the other...using me as a party favor. So humiliating, and yet...so right, at the same time.

Its when things are at theyre most intense that I feel Mistress Cherie's control over me most acutely...the reality of it echoing around and around inside my head that this is real, this is happening, that this isnt just a scene or bedroom play, that I am this Woman's complete and total slave and that while it may not always be easy, it may not always be fun, I want to be bound by her (and by extension her husband) the rest of my life.

( squirms ) And...in a sense, I dont have a choice in that any longer. ( smiles softly ) Im too far gone. I belong to Her, body heart & soul.

Um..so..( blush ) Does anyone want to hear the rest? I'm not as good at writing these experiences down as Mistress is but if there's interest I'll give it a shot.

--tiapet, slave to Mistress Cherie