Sitting with my sissy slave watching a movie. He's in a boy's tshirt and pretty ivory lace panties from victoria's secret. The movie sucks, and my attention keeps being drawn instead to him: the curl of his hair, the line of his wrist, the way he's snuggled into my side like an affectionate kitten...I find myself wanting to possess him, thoroughly, now.
I bide my time for a few minutes then casually get up and saunter to the bathroom. I tend to my business there but instead of returning directly to the living room I make a detour into my slave's bedroom. There I collect:
his leather training collar
the red suede wrist cuffs
a long, rectangular silk scarf
two lengths of ribbon
I also put on my opera-length black satin gloves. (They look pretty damn cute with the short little black cotton dress I had been lounging around in; a dash of crimson lipstick and suddenly I look the part.)
Now I stroll back out to the living room, my collected loot held behind my back. There's no hiding the gloves covering my arms though and my pet's eyes light up when he spies them. "Hello.." he begins, but I am in his lap with my hand over his mouth in an heartbeat, telling him "shut up slut, and do as you're told"
I tie the scarf around his eyes and stand, pulling him up after me. The stupid boy shirt is pulled off over his head...he's turned around...and pushed back on the sofa, face-down. I climb up to sit on him, grinding my warm, thong-covered crotch against his naked back.
The collar is next, and his breath comes in gasps as I fasten it on. If I had not already seen the swelling in those pretty lace panties I would know now that my pet was getting very aroused. One at a time I pull his hands behind his back, and fasten the red suede cuffs around his wrists. The cuffs are bound together behind his back with a piece of ribbon, and I help him to stand once more. Finally the last bit of ribbon is threaded through his collar to make a leash.
Now that he's prettily trussed up I lead my blindfolded pet through the house to the playroom. I stop him just inside the door, where I have two hitch rings mounted on either side of the doorway. My basket of scarves is near; I reach in, grab a couple, and in short order have his hands decoratively secured to the hitch rings with fluffy bows. Now I realize I've forgotten something. "You stay right here pet, I'll only be gone a minute...maybe!" I giggle as I turn to leave my slave bound in the doorway.
Then a thought strikes me, and I turn back again. He does look charming there, squirming and nearly naked. "You know pet, you look awfully pretty like that. What if I were to just leave you there, bound & pantied, for a while? I could go order a pizza even! I'm sure the pizza guy would be delighted to see you trussed up behind me." I open the front door, a few feet away from where my slave is bound. I know there's nobody on the road...and even if there were, the angle is such that you'd have to be actually standing in the doorway to see anything...but I also know that he will feel exposed to the entire world when he hears that telltale creak.
"Oh, hi there mr. pizza guy, come right on in! Don't mind my sissy over here...unless you want to play with him!" My slave is doing a little dance of embarassment now, and I laugh merrily as I close the door. "I'll be right back, slut!"
I dawdle a bit, just to make him wonder, but return soon enough with a pair of heels and some cherry flavored lipgloss. First the lipgloss: I move silently to within inches of him, not touching him at all...but he senses my presence and lifts his face beseechingly toward me.
(Perhaps I should mention at this point that the doorway in question has an 8" step...standing on one side of it I'm taller than he, on the other side his 6'3" frame towers over my 5'6" self.)
I stroke the lipgloss wand across his mouth and he moans a little. I continue applying it until his mouth is a pretty, glossy pout. Then I grab his hair, pull his head back, and kiss him deeply, ravishing him with my mouth.
Finally it's time for the heels. I place them in front of his feet and order him to step into them. My hands are all over him, stroking...pinching...probing...distracting...as he fumbles into the shoes. At last they are on his size 15 feet and my sissy stands there, bound and trembling before me.
I love having my pet fully feminized, turned into my sexy slavegirl, my lesbian lover. But the truth is I like this - the juxtaposition of a masculine body in scraps of feminine attire - even better. He seems exposed in a way that mere nakedness can never reach; his essential sissiness laid bare. And he just looks so fucking pretty, soft vulnerable flesh framed in silk and lace and blood-red bindings, like some kind of androgynous 80's glam/goth dream.
I continue to stroke and tease him, asking if he likes my satin gloves "Oh yes Mistress" he moans. I pull his panties up into the crack of his ass, exposing his pale butt cheeks. "And do you like THAT, slut?" as I begin to slap his ass. A whining moan is his only response.
I mean to spend a while working on warming his ass, so I pull up a chair. Seated comfortably I commence to swatting. His ass...thighs...cock and balls...all feel the force of my satin-padded blows. I lean forward to kiss one blushing buttock, to suck the flesh between my teeth and bite. He's moaning softly, arching his back and offering his ass to me. I can tell he longs to get fucked, and I tell him so: "You want me to use you, don't you my little whore? You want to be fucked, to be tortured, to be used any way I like..." "Oh yes, Mistress, please use me, use your slave, please do whatever you want with me..."
I stand, move the chair to the side and walk over to my rack of instuments. (Slave whimpers a little at the loss of my touch.) I consider for a moment, then select the smaller flogger...and the black leather slapper which was a gift from my sister. Moving back over to my bound slave and sliding my gloved hand between his thighs, I order him to spread his legs further apart. He shifts...his balls and cock are now fully exposed...and I swing the flogger gently between his legs, kissing them with the soft leather falls. Gently...gently...gently I stroke...then snap! A firmer stroke that makes him jump and whimper.
Now the flogging begins in earnest. I do not mean to push his limits today, merely to put him in his place. But neither am I going to give any namby-pamby, barely sense-able flogging. Where would be the fun in that? So I proceed with strong, steady, rhythmic blows, working up and down his body. On his ass, alternating cheeks...the thighs, taking care to hit the tender flesh of the inner thigh with precision...across his shoulders and back...and, every so often, deliberately wrapping around either side of his chest to strike a nipple, or up between the legs to hit his cock and balls.
I can see his body growing more pliant and yielding as his skin reddens, and it turns me on. I move in close to him, wrap one arm around his waist and caress his warm, pink ass with the other hand. "You like that, don't you my little whore, you like to feel Mistress's hands on your slutty body.."
"Yes Mistress" he moans.
"Do you like that?" as I smack him with the flogger once again. This time, there's no response. The slut never wants to admit he enjoys being beaten.
I step away briefly, swapping the flogger for the slapper, and return to embrace him once more. Stroking the stiff leather up and down his buttocks I inquire "do you recognize this toy, pet?"
"No Mistress" he nervously sqeaks.
"You should, you've told me you hated it every time I've used it on you." I begin lightly tapping his ass with it. "It's that black slapper Mistress Candice gave to me, you remember?" I grab his hard cock and commence stroking it, rubbing my satin-gloved hand over it as it strains against the lace panties. "Now slut, tell me...do you think you could cum like this? With me spanking you with one hand and stroking you with the other?"
"I think so Mistress" he whimpers. I'm smacking harder now, not aiming to hurt yet but knowing that in half a minute those same blows, coming down on the same damned spots over and over again, will be feeling a lot more painful. But my body is also pressed against him, my voice is murmuring in his ear, and my satin-clad hand is wrapped around that hard little shaft, rubbing and squeezing.
"What if I were to tell you that this was your only chance for release...that from now on if you want to cum at all, you have to do it now, like this?" He throws his head back and utters a tortured groan that is music to my ears. "This is it slut, if you want to cum you'll do it now...I want to feel you shooting your sissy cream all over my gloves while I'm spanking you...you belong to me my little whore" I'm stroking faster and slapping harder; his cock is throbbing and twitching in my hand. "Your orgasm belongs to me...your pleasure is only for my entertainment...you get pleasure only when I want you to have it remember...and that's enough pleasure for you now."
I abruptly drop both hands and step away, leaving my slave groaning in anguished frustration. As I had intended all along. wickedgrin
