The Silken Trap

Mistress has been teasing me lately about getting me a 'boyfriend'.

*BLUSH*

The following is from my slave journal written after one particularly tortuous night of being teased & denied, kept on the edge of orgasm while she humiliated me with my own fantasies and burning ache to submit and be used..

I love the thought of it not being up to me at all. Having pictures taken, then put up online for you to write a profile for and go over all applicants—who know they are communicating with you, not me. Teased and humiliated and made to feel like a piece of meat, a fucktoy. I can just see the evil delight in you as you write the flirty profile, and go through the responses while I kneel helplessly at your feet.

Then the terror/humiliation if you actually pick someone. What if you don’t tell me anything about them at all? What if it’s a total surprise? It could be anyone…maybe even that dom gay male couple on collarme I see from time to time, or a dom cd, or some lecherous tranny chaser…

All I’m told is that I am to obey them, and I am to respond not only like a girl, but enthusiastically!

And then I’m totally feminized from head to toe, wig, makeup, some slutty outfit, and taken out…no choice in the matter, feeling very much like some sort of virgin sacrifice. I could be being taken to a gay bar, where I will have to have a few drinks and be ‘wooed'. I could be taken to some private home where I’ll be put in chains and fucked.

It could be anything…but all I can do is obey you, and whoever he or she is by extension.

I can see you there with me. Cropping me if I’m not enthusiastic enough. Ordering me to respond this way or that way—like spreading my legs back to be touched, or to use my tongue for a kiss.

And even more squirmy than this hot imagined scene? The idea that it might not be an isolated incident. That I might have to do my makeup and prepare myself for this person myself in the future.

That total surrender…ohhhhh….

So yesterday, thanks to an odd work schedule, I had a rare day off in the middle of the week and so happened to be off on one of Mistress's monthly Shemale Salon parties.

We arrived late morning, and I carried what seemed to me to be an unending collection of heavy bags into the lovely home/bed & breakfast that was hosting the party. Most of which we didn't end up even using--Mistress had been intending on doing some video with me there, but we ending up not doing any after all.

Once we had settled and had lunch Mistress had me change into the new bikini she bought for me...a mint-green bottom, a little white top that she filled out with some false breast forms, and that was my 'uniform' for most of the day. I knelt at her feet, and Mistress attached my collar around my neck, then tied a rope through it to use as a leash and led me around behind her. It was definitely clear to all that I was property: moreover, I was HER property, and ohhhh it felt so good.

(*blushes*) I had not been around anyone else other than Mistress in the bikini before, and got a few complements (much to my embarrassment) and a grope or two (!). I felt the Florida sun warm my body and wondered if it would leave any interesting tan lines on my body...felt so sexy, all shaved smooth and exposed to all to see or touch or use.

Before we got in the pool Mistress decided she wanted to 'warm me up first' and had me go fetch the Bag Of Hitty Slappy Stingy Ouchie Things. She then tied the end of my rope leash onto the deck railing and had me lean forward, presenting her with my ass.

Bear in mind this is outside.

In the city.

In the middle of the workweek.

And while this was a private party and there were large privacy fences and trees and such to keep from being seen, well, sound travels, doesn't it? And on the other side of those trees right in front of me was a gas station full of cars coming in and out.

As Mistress hit me with the flogger, the paddle, the slapper and god knows what else as I helplessly stood there, it was all I could do to keep from crying out too loudly. I'm pretty sure the sound of floggers and paddles hitting flesh, followed by cries and yelps and grunts cannot be mistaken for anything else.

After a little while of that Mistress untied the leash and took me into the pool. Freezing at first, we soon got used to it and I got to enjoy the wonderful feeling of having my smooth body rubbing against hers. Mmmm....lovely day..

We were in there quite a while, I think, getting more and more excited by the minute as Mistress played with her toy bikini girl, whispering in my ear that I was her sissy girlfriend and toy and bitch and slave... All of this made me ache for it more and more, and she knew it...played me like a violin until I'm begging to be fucked.

This Mistress was more than happy to do, and she led me back into the bunkhouse, there to bend over a medical table and be fucked by her large purple dildo. Ohhh...the past few months she has taken my anal training up several notches, I'm now aching for it, longing for it, rejoicing in the delicious feeling of surrender to it. In the back of my mind I know we have an audience of fellow party-goers (one of them even tweeted about it) but I'm too far gone into 'slut' mode now to care, I just want Mistress to fuck me! I even find myself even more excited by the onlookers in a strange way, by their witnessing what a craven wanton sissy whore Mistress has reduced me to..

And oh my god Mistress is cumming from fucking me, the strap-on dildo rubbing her in just the right way as she feels my body shudder and surrender to her...ohhhh...so beautiful...so humbling to know that I can be used for her pleasure in total whore-ish fashion, this totally emasculating way. I am nothing more than a sissy toy to be used for her pleasure, and...ohhh....she's not done yet!

She pulls out and has me crawl up and onto the medical table, and put my feet in the stirrups, slide my ass to the end of the table so she can take me for a round two on my back, my cockette between us completely unused and forgotten about and it feels so good to be pounded by my Mistress, mmmm oh yes please take my ass, take it rough, I want to feel totally helpless under you I want to feel like I'm being raped and ohhhh if you reach out your hands and hold me by the throat I think I'm going to explod....oh my god, is she cumming again???

And yes, she did...so beautiful...her smile so triumphant. I love her so.

Phew. Wow. So...*coughs*, needless to say it was about time for a break after that so we went out to a lovely dinner of steak and 2-for-1 happy hour drinks. Kind of extravagant for us and we'll probably regret the expense later but when you're on a 'total hedonism' kick the only thing really to do is take the ride. "Buy the ticket, take the ride" as the good Doctor would say.

We get back at the bunkhouse for the evening half of the daylong party...my evening dress was just the simple baby-blue tshirt Mistress had me in out in the vanilla world, my ruffly white panties with the multicolored hearts, high heels, and knee high rainbow socks.

'Dignity' apparently wasn't in my Mistress's mind when she chose this outfit for me but as I had been behaving like a wanton slut most of the day such concerns seemed to be well behind me now, I felt.

I was just lying on a bunk next to Mistress while she chatted with a friend of hers who had shown up, just kind of relaxing and blissing on the day and totally unprepared for it when Mistress--in the middle of the conversation with her friend, mind you--just ups and volunteers my services as a suckslut to an older gentleman who had I believe just come in the door.

Oh my god. (I say that a lot, don't I?)

Shyly, I crawl down to the floor to obey and start reluctantly kissing and licking this cock at her orders. I found it...difficult to get into, as it was a bit of a 'cold start' for me and it was an older gentleman, to boot. But as Mistress held my hair and guided my head back and forth on the cock I melted more into the submission of it.

This went on a little while...kneeling by the side of a bunkbed, the back of my head against a post so I really couldn't move my head much, helplessly sucking a stranger while Mistress alternately instructed me and continued her conversation with her friend at the same time.

The door opens and a new guest arrives, a younger man, my age or not much different, kind of hunky in tight jeans and wtf is Mistress doing to my mind that I can describe another man as 'hunky'???

Mistress gives him a warm welcome, finds out that this is HunkyGuy's first party, and offers him use of me....*moans*. The older gent takes his cock out of my mouth and moments later I'm sucking on another one, a younger one, a much more excited one...ohhhhh...

I'm on all fours now in front of him and his hands go down on my head and in my hair and ohhhh...he's stroking my hair, affectionately, I can feel his excitement in my mouth and I can tell that HunkyGuy is really into this...maybe even into me. Maybe. Just a little. And ohhh what that does to me, in my head, in my body as waves of sissy pleasure in the surrender course through me.

Mistress takes this opportunity to go off with her friend for a talk outside and leaves me alone with this stranger and I don't mind a bit, it even increases the amount of subspace I'm feeling....I'm feeling so..feminine. I feel my body responding to his hands stroking my hair, caressing my shoulders, it makes me want to please him, to please this gentle man being so affectionate with me, I forget all shyness and hesitation and eagerly suck and lick his cock and to my erotic horror (for lack of a better description of the feeling) I find myself aching to have those hands touch me all over...

But they don't...and after a little while he softly tells me that that's enough, that I had done very well... He strokes my hair a bit and then leaves the bunkhouse to rejoin the party. I shake a bit from sheer frustration and amazement at myself because I felt myself ache for more and more...this soft spoken man had triggered my slut side and it took some time curled up on the floor to recover..

I leave the bunkhouse and come across Mistress, who is pleased by Hunkyguy's verdict that I had done 'very well', and leading me by my rope leash takes me back into the bunkhouse for her turn.

This time she has me crawl up and in a hanging leather swing--I've never been in one of these before--and she cuffs my ankles to the hanging chains. She relubes me and takes me again with her strapon...and again we have watchers, two guests even following her in on purpose to see what she was going to do with me!

And ohh...*blush* there's a mirror on the ceiling above me. I can see myself get taken and fucked, helplessly in the leather swing and ohhhhh...*laughs* Ohhh Mistress, we should have filmed this one! soft smile

After a little while, this time I'm allowed to cum, she has me stroke myself as she's fucking me and after the highly erotic events of the day it doesn't take long before I'm shooting all over myself and on my stomach. Mistress being Mistress, she feeds a bit to me and I can only obey...

And...*coughs*. So. That was my Wednesday. How was yours? *dazed look*

"If I could write tonight's naughty goings-on down: no one would believe me. "

That's what I tweeted the other night, this weekend just past. Heh, in a way I think its still true!

Most of my day to day life I'm a blue-collar average guy, trudging through my workweek like most of us. I'm under no illusions that I'm a pretty CD or a handsome guy--I'm just kinda an average joe, and a nerdy one to boot.

But oh lord...sometimes my life takes a turn for the surreal and becomes quite frankly, a porno movie! And when it does I often find myself kind of bemused by it. "Am I really doing THIS?? Is this really happening to me???"

All due to my wonderful Mistress, Lady Erisiana Cherie... *sappy smile*

I wasn't even dressed up really. We (as a BDSM extended family, that is) aren't really formal people: Mistress is not in leathers 24/7, I don't run around in a maid's dress all day. Which is not to say we never do that kind of thing, but more often than not we're just relaxed and informal.

So that Saturday night was just a 'hanging out night'. I was only in a pink tshirt and panties, but freshly bodyshaven. Mistress had on kind of vanilla clothes as I recall--but I know deep down this Woman OWNS me body & soul, whether she is decked out like some fantasy leather goddess or fresh from the gym in sweats.

Sir (aka Izzy, aka Mistress's husband) was there with his subby girl ('Shy'). Its starting to become a rather sweet, kinky extended family really. I enjoy the nights when we're all together.

Anyway, one zombie movie and a few drinks later, Sir announces its time to go to the playroom and smoke. I'm beginning to think this 'smoke' thing is just a sneaky codeword because every time I hear "I'm going out for a smoke" my ass is usually red and stinging not long after.

Before long I'm down to pink panties and getting paddled while Sir & Shy watch. The paddling is just a warm-up tonight however, just to put me in a proper frame of mind for what is to come.

I'm sent to go fetch drinks in a not-too-subtle-and-totally-transparent ruse to get me out of the room for a few minutes.

I return to find Mistress has a strapon on. ("Thank GOD its only purple fairy" I think.)

She has me get on all fours in front of Shy, who is sitting on the couch. Shy pulls up a fluffy skirt she's wearing to reveal....

The Disturbing Alien Dick!!!

Oh. My. God.

In all of my years of being a submissive and having all kinds of sissy adventures, with Mistress and even before her, this was one long-held sissy fantasy that had never happened for real--being taken at both ends by two women with strapons.

Until now...oh my...

I start sucking the alien penis while Mistress lubes me up from behind and thrusts her strapon deep inside me, driving me forward onto the other dildo. Mistress is feeling kind of ferocious tonight it seems, she's clearly enjoying fucking me fast and hard, occasionally slapping my ass and hissing that I'm her whore, her slut....and ohhhh god its true, I am...and I want to be for the rest of my life!

Shy is enjoying the novelty, I think, of having me suck her strapon on but after awhile Mistress and Sir decide that I should stimulate her more directly--they want me to lick her to an orgasm.

Do you SEE why I said my life turns into a porn movie sometimes? All I need is the 'chikka wah wah' music!!

She pulls the dildo up a bit so I can lick underneath it, and I try my best to concentrate on it as Mistress increases her pace. It takes a while for Shy to cum...I'm not sure how long I was in that state....when she cums, she jumps halfway across the couch! I collapse, spent & done. (I think)

But then next thing I know Mistress has me on all fours, pointed in the other direction to suck Sir's massive cock as she fucks my ass a SECOND time!!

I lose myself in sucking his cock...I...*big bright blush* I really enjoy pleasing him now, and not just because 'forced' bi drives me crazy, and not just because I do it because Mistress tells me to.. I've come to adore Sir for who he is, and I'm glad he's in my life as well as Mistress.

Ohhh...I am one very used and happy sissy afterwards.

So...at the end of the evening, everyone (except me) has had a lovely orgasm, and I'm left quivering under Mistress's feet, feeling very owned, very put in my place, and very much aware of what a long strange trip my life has become...

But around here, we just call that 'Saturday'. ;D

{note from Mistress - Shy jumped halfway across the couch because she's a squirter; she makes a BIG mess when she cums and she's super nervous about going off in someone's face! Izzy and I, of course, are very much looking forward to getting her to cum on his face - get her over her inhibitions and torture his fastidiousness at the same time. wickedgrin

Also, tia has left out a big chunk of stuff between him being "spit-roasted" between Izzy and I and the rest of our orgasms. If I've got the time/energy I might just try and finish this account myself.

Good job, pet...and yes you ARE beautiful, and not ordinary at all!}

It was...wow...over 10 years ago now. I had always been interested in forced bi as a concept before, without any previous experience despite years of being into BDSM. But I had never (at that point) served a Mistress interested in pushing those buttons.

I do not belong to the Lady who brought me to that point of being willing to service another man just because she wished it anymore. I belong (quite happily) body, heart, and soul to my current Mistress, Lady Erisiana Cherie with no regrets whatsoever.

I'm living the submissive life I have always wanted, always dreamed about...

But I can still look back and remember my first forced-bi adventures as being among the most submissive experiences I have ever had...

The first time...well, frankly, it was a disappointment. She had a vanilla friend come by, and he knew nothing of bdsm...he was just very suggestible to her, for lack of a better word.

A case of beer was bought and soon we were all naked and drinking in her living room, and she began to direct the action.

I had been told before he came over to obey her in all things, so I did. I have NO idea why he was doing what he was doing. She had him suck me a little, then put me on all fours to do the same to him. We alternated a few times, each spending time going down on the other. She had me suck him, then lick her pussy, presenting me with one hell of a contrast!

Eventually she had us in the bedroom, and before I knew it was on all fours and lubed, and he was slipping inside me--it *hurt*, was so tight, a sharp pain making me cry out..


He thrust in and out a few times, finally pulling out his cock to cum on the top of my ass and my lower back...I could only moan helplessly, and not the good kind of moaning either.

Its hard to explain my reaction..I think I blocked it out for the longest time, as if it had happened to someone else..it felt..more like a drunken orgy, and not the intense bdsm experience I had always fantasized about...it was a dissapointment, to be honest. Exciting, yes, but not quite how I wanted my 'virginity' to be taken.

Ahh...but the second time was quite different...

Well, after that first time, my Mistress had acquired a taste for forcing her sub on another man, and would constantly be teasing me about it, calling me cocksucker, making me blush, threatening to arrange more such events. I know she was more than capable of doing so, and my time with her from then on was heightened by a...well, a not unpleasant sense of paranoia around her. Never knowing what she was planning, or not planning. Feeling submission down deep because I knew I would have to obey no matter what.

Late one night she had me wearing a pair of baby-blue panties and a blue-striped apron kneeling by the side of her bed, forced to listen to her masterbate with a vibe, not allowed to watch.

Incredibly frustrating, listening to that buzzing and the moans of pleasure I was not allowed to share or cause.

Then a face popped around the side of her bedroom door, scaring the hell out of both of us. It was close to 3 am and she was not expecting company! What had happened was, I had forgotten to lock the front door of the apartment. And this friend of hers had been bar-hopping in the neighboorhood and had just decided to drunkenly come on over, not even bothering to knock, probably thinking he was going to get lucky.

I could have about died of embarrassment...had never been seen before by another guy while I was in my sub role, especially with the two articles of female clothing Mistress had put me in.

Mistress threw a robe on and went out to the living room to talk to him, and I tried my best to curl into an invisible blushing red ball on her bedroom floor and disappear.

So I'm curled up, embarrassed, shaking and frightened at this unexpectedness and of being seen...and then Mistress comes back in, orders me to stand. I do.

"Come on out and meet Tony.." She says with a wicked gleam in her eye. I trembled and begged her not to make me do this, or at least let me throw something on, but she would have none of it. So I let her lead me to the living room, feeling excited and terrified and about the most submissive I had ever felt in my life until that point.

I couldnt look him in the eye, just stared at the floor. There must have been some pleasantries exchanged but I cant remember them, head was all foggy, face was flushed. Mistress also explained our relationship to him, he was vanilla but apparently not too shocked. Heh, or was just too buzzed to care.

I do remember him talking something about how he didnt come all the way over here for nothing, and I heard Mistress volunteer me to 'take care of it'. Whereupon she told me to get to all fours in front of him to suck his cock. I moaned quietly and stole a look at her to see if she was serious...she was.

I got down on my knees, crawled to him as he slipped his jeans down, and took him into my mouth..gently this time, having learned from before to watch the teeth. I knelt there and sucked, and listened to him moan, all the while Mistress is stroking my hair..then my cock through the panties, whispering instructions, or how pleased she was with me for being such a good slave.. I felt like I was floating through heaven...

I...never heard her say nice things to me much, its one of the reasons the relationship ended--I wanted her to treat me like a friend, and consider me a person before the domme-sub stuff. But her praise and her touches at that moment were pure bliss...I clean forgot the humiliation of what I was doing and concentrated on doing a good job of it..for her.

I heard the phone ring and she went to the other room to take it, telling me to behave and entertain Tony while she was gone. So I did, I kept on sucking...and then he starting carressing me through the panties, shocking me to hell.

The guy was straight, the guy was vanilla, the guy was making advances!

I'm 90% sure the next day after sobering up he went 'Oh my god, what have I done??'

His touch was soft and I didnt resist it, having been told to entertain him. I meekly obeyed his lead. He whispered things like "Does this feel good? I'm not hurting you, am I? I've never done this before." It was awkward and embarrassing but...nice. I felt safer. Tony was drunk, but he was a nice guy. Nothing terribly bad would happen.

He then offered to suck me, and I obeyed, pulling the panties down and spreading my legs. Eventually we got into a 69 on our sides on the couch. The only caveat was that I had to tell him I was not allowed to cum--only Mistress could decide something like that. He didnt want to either, was enjoying himself, but still wanted to finish with Mistress.

Eventually she came back, and was highly amused and pleased with me. I was allowed to get up and she gave me a big hug and a smile--the first real warmth I'd felt from her in weeks. I felt...utterly owned. It was incredible, and knowing I'd pleased her gave me a high no drug could ever match.

It was an incredible experience, and much more pleasant than the first time I had been introduced to forced-bi play. Didnt feel ashamed (embarrassed, damn straight, but not ashamed) and I wasnt worried about my sexuality, feeling comfortable being a hetro submissive yet being able to surrender even that to a Lady that owns me.

Its a good memory.

The memories still make me squirm and feel the ache...I just wish in some way that I could have had that experience with Mistress Cherie...to have surrendered my 'virginity' as it were to her.

(*smiles*) But...Mistress Cherie did do it symbolically last year, dressing me up in white bridal-like lingerie as her husband fucked me for the first time...ohhh that was a night, a tale by itself!

(*laughs & blushes*) yes..um...my life has been a bit interesting at times.



--tia, slave to Mistress Cherie

From The Silken Trap Sissy Forum:

So how did it feel tia?

Ohhhh.....OH! OH! OHOHOH! OOOOOOOOOOOO!! (kinda like that! )

Kidding aside....this isnt as easy a question to answer as it sounds...

Forced bi as a fetish, which I have (obviously), is kind of heavy on the erotic humiliation/shock factor.
"I can't believe Mistress just made me DO THAT!"

And while I still get that, and get that in spades when Mistress has me play with others at parties and such and it IS still a powerful technique to put me in my place, with Sir it...its really not like that anymore. Its not 'forced' really. Not anymore.

It feels...*blush* natural...

I find myself aching to be touched by him, gently, firmly. To be treated as a woman by him. It was in fact, a little private disappointment of mine in the 'Fucked & Frustrated' scene that Mistress described so vividly that I didnt get any foreplay, I was just used as a toy instead. (*grins* which IS nice in and of itself I have to say )

I find myself getting all demure and shy around him...feminized in my mind as well as dressed up in body. Mistress has taken me so far in the space of little more than a year...

Is this my first feminine 'crush'? blush

Oh that was a hot night... Its been a few days now, and this morning I'm feeling FAR from feminine after several hard sweaty work days and about 4 days worth of beard on my face all I have to do is think about Mistress holding my head down on the bed as Sir fucked me, and feeling so helpless and so owned by both of them and my cockette is throbbing in my panties, and shivers go up and down my spine.

I love them both so very much...



-tiapet, slave to Mistress Cherie & her husband