We met online, and he loves to tell me I’m his sissy slut. He told me he loves sissies because they are so obedient, and are willing to do extremely kinky things to turn men on. He loves to take control, choosing when I should please myself, and when I should hurt myself. He knows that I am willing to do both to make him hard. He is especially attracted to my need for discipline, and my humiliation at my willingness to give up control.
I am dressed as he ordered. Maybe in a red schoolgirl skirt, red panties, white stocking thigh highs on each leg, and a tight red chemise with black lace. Or maybe I’m in a floral pink corset dress that I bought from corset-story dot com, pulling my stomach in tightly to make me look more feminine. Whichever turns you on more.
He has made me shave completely, and told me to put on a wig with long straight black hair. My clit is caged as he ordered, since this “date” is about me servicing him. He knows crossdressing doesn’t turn me on. But that is why it turns him on to order me to do it. Ironically, doing it solely because it turns him on turns me on too.
When he gets to my place, he enters and asserts his dominance right away. He grabs and kisses me, holding my head and exploring my mouth with his tongue. He pushes me against the wall and explores my body with his hands. I kiss his neck and ears, and whisper “I want to be your slut.” He grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. He again kisses me, eventually forcing his tongue into my mouth. He continues touching me all over, pinching, slapping, and rubbing me. He pushes me to the bed, on my knees, face down, ass up. Pulling my skirt up, he spanks me and holds me down. He tells me he likes my cries of pain – they are making him hard.
He orders me to beg to worship his cock, asking how can I please him. It is embarrassing to have to beg to serve him with my mouth – I am the one pleasing him! But I explain that I have been practicing and training, and want to show off how much pleasure I can bring him. I want the chance to serve. I want to open his pants and feel his cock, I want to watch it grow.
He takes his clothes off, and pulls my mouth onto the head of his cock, commanding me to suck while he spanks me. He pulls down my pink, frilly underwear, and fingers my pussy. Maybe he spits or uses lube if he desires, spanking me occasionally. Slipping his fingers over my nipples and pinching cruelly, he tells me to suck harder, move faster. Then two fingers enter my pussy, warming me up so he can fuck me.
Feeling him pulse and grow in my mouth is amazing. Hearing his moans, knowing I’m giving him pleasure is such a high. Feeling him push into my throat so exciting. I want to please, to submit. But not just in a loving gentle way. In a rough, “slap me to make me concentrate on his pleasure” way. I use all of the techniques I learned from porn videos and sissy academy training to please him.
Slick drool covers his cock and balls, and is dripping to the floor. It makes me so proud and hot. He comments I must be really turned on, since my throat pussy is leaking like a sieve. It is humiliating in a way I can’t put into words, and that reinforces to me how submissive an act it is to serve a mans cock.
He begins fucking my face. Rough face fucking to the point of gagging, and asks if I’m willing to “cum from my stomach”. Do I want my stomach and body to pulse, contracting to emit a “orgasm” of puke. It is a sadistic and humiliating way to describe throwing up. But he backs off, slowing down to give me a chance to recover.
Holding my head, he uses me for his pleasure. He tells me he likes the sounds I make – gagging and struggling for breath. He will train me to worship and follow instructions exactly and quickly, but for now, he takes my throat roughly. I feel his balls tighten, and his cock spasm and pulse as he shoots into my throat. Pulling out, he shoots another stream into my mouth, and then more onto my face. I am coughing and sputtering, but hear him warn me to hold it in my mouth, and to wait for permission to swallow.
I am amazed to see he is still hard, and ready to take my virgin pussy. He tells me to put my head down, and offer myself to him. “Reach back, and spread your cheeks,” he commands. I comply. He pushes his cock against my hole, and says, “Beg me to be gentle,” knowing that my mouth is full of cum, and I am unable to answer. After a pause, he says, “Okay. Rough it is!” and he grabs my arms, pulling me back towards him.
“Swallow now, slut,” he yells. As I do, I feel him pushing into me with a rapid force. I cannot help but scream, and try to pull away. I am thankful for the cum and drool on his cock as lube, and the fingering to warm me up, but it is still very painful. “Halfway there,” he shouts! He pulls out quickly, and I follow him automatically. But I quickly realize he is pushing himself back in again. This time he enters me fully, and I feel him slap against me.
I am having trouble breathing, and hear him say “You are so tight, slut – and doing so well. Thank me for fucking you. Tell me you are enjoying this.” I thank him, and before I can say anything more, he is fucking me wildly. Holding my arms tightly, and riding me for what seems like an eternity. He eventually lets go, and I collapse face down as I feel him slapping me with his hand every time he pulls out. Soon my ass is on fire. He is so strong!
He flips me over, and raises my legs up to take me missionary style. Being manhandled like that, having him on top of me, holding me down, somehow turns the heat in my ass into a warmth that spreads into my entire body. He kisses me and holds my head, exploring my mouth with his tongue as he penetrates my pussy again. It feels so good now, I moan with pleasure.
“Fuck me! I want to feel you cum in me, Sir!” I don’t want it to end, but can feel him moving faster, and know he is close. I am pushing with my legs to help him fuck me. I can’t stop moaning and groaning. Then I feel him tense and spurt into me. Warm, pulsing feelings add to my euphoric feeling of pleasure.
He stays on top of me for a bit, and then pushes me to his side. I feel warm and safe in his arms as he caresses me.
“You are such a good girl – did you know you were such a slut?” I blush at the embarrassing compliment. He begins slapping me, and pinching me. “What kind of girl is turned on by this?”
I answer: “A sissy slut like me Sir!”
I feel his cock growing hard again!
“Clean me off, slut, and service me!”
I am repulsed by the thought. But turned on by the humiliation. I start to get up to get a washcloth. He grabs me, and pulls me down. Pinching my nipple, he says “You know what I want, what I am asking, don’t you?” As I nod yes, he pinches me harder. “You can tell me what you will do, and why you are doing it. Or you can do as you’re told, now!”
I move down, and begin sucking. That is preferable to saying out loud what we both know this proves – that I am a submissive sissy slut, even willing to clean a dirty cock to please my Dom.
