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other night, when I got in from work, Mistress was already home. She
was looking so beautiful in her latex outfit and her high heeled shoes.
There was a certain gleam to her eye that gave me hot shivers. I was
hoping that meant she had special plans for me that night. She did, but not the kind I was hoping for. Seemed I had displeased her by a sloppy paint job. I was renovating her bedroom, you see. She coolly told me to strip down, put on one of her old bras, and to kneel before a side table in her room. A sliver of fear unfurled in my belly as I wondered what she had in store for me. I did as I was told, of course. Soon she began tying me up. I felt a stirring in my cock as her hands worked. |
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This was Mistress, after all, and her nearness is intoxicating. Her sharp tone brought me back from the drift I was starting to enjoy. "You aren't in enough trouble as is, you are going to let that nasty cock wake up without my say so? This is going to get real interesting," she hissed. I swallowed a reply as she moved away from me. Much to my dismay, she returned with her camera. "You are going to look so shameful that I might as well show you off. These pictures will make lovely Christmas cards for my friends." She moved behind me and I began to feel something rather waxish and slick against my flesh. |
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marking you", she said, as the sensation continued gliding over my skin. "If you are so much of a sissy that you can't properly paint a room, then you need to be marked as such." My head dropped at that, as I knew I could have done a better job for her. It dropped further when she continued on. "A real man would have done the job right", I heard her half snicker. Then the sensation was gone, and the sound of a zipper slowly being lowered reached my ears. I prayed my traitor cock would not betray me as I felt the luscious warmth of Mistress' breasts pressed against me. "A real man would do all the jobs I need done right," she purred in a husky whisper. |
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"But
you aren't a real man, are you?" You are just a sissy cocksucker. And since that is what you are, you need a cock to suck, don't you?" And with that, she rammed her dildo in my mouth. I was torn between feeling shame and arousal. I hadn't done the best I could for Mistress. But she was letting me suck her dildo, the one that been in her pussy! My cock started to twitch with a life of it's own as I eagerly sucked, hoping for any traces of her taste.She noticed and gave an evil sounding laugh. "You go ahead. You have permission to have a hard cock. And while you have one, I'm going to paddle your sissy ass." My face flamed with humiliation and my cock stiffened all at the same time. Lost in a swirl of emotion and sensation, I surrendered to being her sissy cocksucker. |
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Do
you yearn for a Mistress like mine? If so, there is only one place
for you.
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