I am sure you are all wondering what else happened, since reading the last installment. Well, I am going to tell you. That’s right. I am going to tell you. You will hear me describe every lick, every stroke, every moment of sucking and sticking.I decided that is a story which was meant to be heard, not read. The sheer pleasure and enjoyment can never be conveyed properly through a silent medium. So much of the raw emotion and animal carnality of it is lost.
I began to write, but found myself laughing, smiling, and smirking at certain thoughts. I realized written words alone could not convey what brought those emotional movements to the surface.
I will be continuing this peek into my escapades in written format, for those who insist upon reading it. For those who, like me, appreciate the inflections, tonality, and almost imperceptible quality changes that make the human voice the most intricate instrument in existence, I will place this story in audio format and make it available here, in my blog.
Do not worry. I will not censor anything. The full story, in written form, will accompany the audio version, You may listen and read along if you like. I will leave that decision up to you.
Since I am in a very good mood today, I am going to make this even easier for you. I will not create one long audio. The audio will be in sections and will be posted when I complete them.
I will post to announce when the audio is ready for your listening pleasure. I know hearing the clit-licking, cock-sucking, ass-fucking adventures of my sissy maid whore will make you all wish you were me. In this case, that wish can not come try. If you wish you were Ella, Gina, or Todd, that is something we should discuss.
Now, do not forget to check out the new audios I have posted already. If you do not appreciate them, I just will have to stop posting them, won’t I?
Yes, phase three was upon Ella, sissy cock slut extraordinaire. Let’s get into that.You see, two other hard working subs had been on the premises, Gina and Todd. Gina was assigned the tasks of making my car gleam. She is wonderful with detail work, cars and otherwise. Todd had done what all handymen do, a bit of gardening, cleaning the shutters, etc. Since they had done exemplary work, I gave them a time to present themselves at my front door.I had grown bored and restless. I wanted to watch something entertaining and that something was going to be them.
My three bitches were before me. I pulled the drapes , locked all the doors, and silenced the phones. This was my time to have fun!
All three stood in silence, heads bowed. I began by telling them to all lose their modesty and strip. The did so immediately, knowing I would not be happy if I were kept waiting.
I had Ella and Todd lie on the floor, on their sides, facing each other. I told them to move their hands all over each other’s bodies. I wanted to see them hungrily lapping at each other’s lips and tongues before they received anything else.
Gina, I had special plans for. Gina had been a bad girl and decided to take a phone call while she was doing her work for me. She had to be taught a lesson.
She was told to lie on her back on my lounge and watch. I had her place her hands at her side. Before going to her, I commanded my two bisexual sissy slave sluts to stop devouring each other and rise to their knees.
I reached down and slowly removed my panties. I bent over and told each of them to inhale deeply, taking in the aroma of a a delicious pussy. When I thought they had been given enough reward, I told them to go back to their prior activities.
Gina, was going to get more than just a scent. I moved to the lounge ad straddled her face. Before lowering my pussy to her mouth, I rubbed it all over her face, telling her she was going to have to show me she was sorry.
Gina knew what she had to do. As I lowered my cunt to her mouth, her pink tongue had already pushed past her lips.My clit made contact and she began to massage with her tongue. I could see my juices making her face glisten. The lapping sounds were playing a tune for my ears.
After a bit of oral pleasuring, I raised myself and commanded my sissy whores to change position, with each placing his face in front of the other’s cock.
I have always extolled the virtues of effective oral communication.
My eyes have closed as you let your hands work their magic. I open one, just for a brief moment. What I see is the smile of someone who is enjoying what he is doing.You move to the ball of my foot. You use your thumbs to massage in circles.You move slowly and gently, which is exactly what I expect from you.You seem to be quickening your pace, every so slightly. I think I know why. You want to get to the toes. You do love toes.
You carefully flex each toe, before you massage it. You massage the bottom, the sides, the top, and the tip. You work from the smallest toe, in to the big toe. When you reach the big toe, you make a circle with your thumb and your finger. You slip it over my toe and use it to massage up and down.
By now, my foot feels as light as air. You finish and move to the other foot, repeating every step. I am completely relaxed and it feels as if all the stress from the day has been released through my feet.
Just when I begin to think you have completed your project, you lean over and blow your hot breath on my toes. You move from side to side, letting the warmth stimulate my skin. You do this several times.
I open my eyes again, from their closure due to your excellent skills with lower extremities. I nod and you bend your head to the next task.
You take my littlest toe between your thumb and finger and slowly let your tongue flick over it. Eventually, the strokes become longer and pushed by more pressure. You are licking my toe as if it were a lollipop.
After a long day in my boots, I need a good massage. Sometimes, a woman must suffer for fashion. There is no way to avoid that. I know I do not have to suffer for long. I come in and you are waiting, quietly. I make my way to my lounge chair. You are already engrossed in your task. Your hands gently cup my heels and lift my legs to be placed comfortably on the lounge. When I am relaxed, you make your way to your knees and move to the end of my lounge chair.With care and a sensitive touch, your fingers pull my boot zippers down. You are moving so slowly, I barely hear the zipper movement. When the zipper is all the way down, you gently place your fingers inside the boot and use them to move the boot from my foot. I feel very little, if any pressure at all.
You place my boot softly on the floor and rub your hands together to warm them. You know I do not like cold hands. When you are sure your hands are not too cold, you wrap them around my ankles and kneed the tension away. You hear me sigh.
From the ankles, you slowly make your way down, to the heel. I feel your fingers gently pressing into the soft flesh, coaxing the swelling away. I burrow into the pillows and drift further into relaxation.
When you reach the instep. you make a loose fist and move it back and forth across the area. With each swipe, you press just a bit harder, but not enough to cause me any discomfort…
Open your mouth whore. You pretend to be the most macho man to ever walk the Earth, but the sight of a thick cock, dripping cum will make you weak in the knees. You feel your mouth getting moist as you dream of feeding the hunger only a real cock can sate.You come before me, swearing you are just interested in hearing my voice guide you as you stroke. As you begin to divulge more details, you let slip that you like the idea of being forced by me to orally service a well endowed man. We move into your fantasy even more. Before you realize it, you have told me the truth. You want to feel a cock being slammed down your throat, as I hold the back of your head and tell you to take every inch of it or get the beating of your life! Every time I mention the cock and what will happen if you do not show your skill in sucking it, you moan and gasp.You are humiliated. You have become my cock-sucking whore! Do not think you are done. No, no, no. A real whore sucks a cock dry and swallows every drop of the evidence! Did you think you would get away without tasting the cum? If you are going to do it, you have to do it all the way!Before you swallow it down, I want to see some dribble down the corner of your mouth. Swirl it around in your mouth and let the flavor penetrate your tongue. Taste the very essence of another man. I will tilt your head back and laugh above you as you swallow and then make you tell me how delicious he tasted.
If your blow job showed promise and burgeoning skill, you may rise to your feet. You will suck for me whenever I feel the desire to see you do so. When I am done with you, you will put the town slut to shame.
If your skills disappoint me, don’t get off your knees, my bi bitch! If you are truly a forced bi and do not live up to my expectations, your mouth is not the only hole that will need to be sullied! Turn around and let me show you what happens to those who refuse to learn oral communication skills!
Many of you have asked how much I know about sissies and fems and how far I have taken some of them. I am going to answer your queries right now.
I understand what you are thinking and what you are feeling. As a woman, how could I not understand your desire to be beautiful. Women are beautiful creatures. We take pride in our appearance. Why should I feel you should not work towards the same goals.
I have sissies and fems who cover the whole spectrum. There is no correct way to be a fem or sissy. I have sissies who only enjoy dressing occasionally. Some of my fems are pre-op. I have also had the pleasure of guiding fems from discovery of their true inner selves to post operation bliss. The journey does not end with the scalpel and I am standing beside them guiding them through the rest of the journey.
Whether you are exploring the feelings you have or you are someone who has been in the lifestyle for many years, I can help you with your journey. The first thing I must tell you is to lose any apprehension or shame you may feel. There is nothing wrong with the emotions you have.
When you come to me, ask the questions you have. Do not keep anything to yourself because you feel it is odd or embarrassing. Honesty is a requirement. If you do not tell me what you need or ask me what you need to know, I can not guide you properly. The only stupid questions are the ones which go unasked.
My strokers, cuckolds, owned cocks, and other kinky toys, I have special places for you and will be reminding you of why the variety within my subjects is so important to me.
I have already praised Ella’s wonderful maid work. I have told you she is great with dishes, laundry, even scrubbing the floor. Considering she does all that, while making sure to make her hips sway and legs grab attention is even better.The real fun begins when my sissy bitch has completed her chores. Maybe I should clarify. The real fun begins when my sissy maid has completed the housecleaning chores. I can assure you, her work is not over. It is actually just beginning.
After spending hours watching her work so hard, I do need some fun and amusement. The cleaning, bending, stretching, walking, and other physical activity almost makes me swear. I said almost. Why should I sweat when I have sissies to do the work and enjoy it?
When we last spoke of her, I explained how I begin the second phase. Ella is not stupid. She knows exactly what I have planned. She may try to hide her excitement, but her flushed face and twitching lip corners give her true thoughts away.
By now, you know I have begun to tease her with my foot in her crotch. I alternate that with some innuendo laced whispers and she is ready in the the snap of a finger! Even though she is ready, I am not going to give in just yet. No, she has to be so horny, she is going to burst if she gets no release.
I ask her loaded questions. What would she do if? What would happen if? With every carefully worded question, she knows I can see her excitement building. When the doorbell rings, her breath catches and she looks to the door.
Phase three is upon her. She can not wait for it to be in her. I can not wait to see her sissy cunt stretched, her sissy mouth open, and her hands working their magic.
Why must we all feel we should find one category that suits us? I have noticed a trend and I am going to address it right now. I want you to pay attention. If you enjoy stroking and being a panty boy, which one do you choose? Do you say you like guided masturbation? Are you a fem?You like wearing stockings. You are not fond of anything else that is girly. You also like to be forced to suck a cock. Sometimes, you want your wife to make you suck it after she has fucked it. Which category do you fall into?
You wrack your little slave brain, while analyzing which classification suits you. You are a bit of this and a bit of that. You can not decide which group you belong to. I have some advice for you.
STOP!
That’s right. I said FUCKING STOP! Why are you wasting your time trying to find the category that you fit into perfectly? Many people have fetishes that encompass aspects of several categories. Should I be denied your slave time because you are spending time making a decision on exactly which label fits you?
Instead of spending your time inspecting labels, put that time to good use. If you want have a cock sliding down your throat as you stroke yourself, while dressed Little Whore Peep, who the fuck is stopping you? If your licking my boots while your ass is being stretched wide open by a foot long dildo wielded by your girlfriend, who is licking my pussy, is the way you want to be abused and humiliated, do we need to categorize each aspect before we proceed?
When I ask you what your fetish is, you do not have to give me a specific term. Tell me what you want. No two people are the same. Not two words are going to be defined in the same manner by any two individuals.
What you should be doing is serving me and saying,” I want to be your….”
As you know, I am a busy woman. Housework is such a boring waste of time for me. I much prefer the smell of Obsession to Windex. I could be doing other things, such as walking my pet slave boy or slapping a slave or two around. Shopping is also something much more fun and productive than laundry.That is where Ella comes in. Ella, what a wonderful sissy maid slut. She cleans. She cooks. When my boots need a good shine, her mouth is right there making them glow. That is just a few of Ella’s many useful talents.
After a long day of watching Ella’s long legs move to and fro as she works, I am in need of some fun. Do you think I send Ella home and have some. Oh hell no! Ella is part of the fun!
I call Ella’s name and I can see her tense with excitement. She moves over to me and tries to disguise the anticipatory smile pulling at the corner of her lips. I tell her to sit on the floor and take a moment to rest her aching feet.
As she kneels, I remove my boots and slowly rub my foot in her crotch. I can feel what I am doing to her. I tell her I thought she looked a little tense and I was just being nice. Sure.
I remove my foot and lean over and whisper in her ear, asking if she is ready for her reward. She does not need to answer. She knows this routine very well.
She just looks up expectantly and her eyes are bright with excitement. She wants her reward more than you can imagine. She licks her lips. I assume she is practicing for her reward.
She knows when she does a good job, she will get to be Mistress’s slut. She likes cock and pussy and I so like watching her suck and lick.
There is more to cum….*laughs*
You horny cock strokers think you deserve to cum. Why is that? Just because you have a cock does not mean you have the right to cum. Maybe you should be taught how valuable an orgasm is. When you are denied something, you learn just how much it means to you.
Making you stroke and then telling you to stop just before you blow your top is hilarious. You beg, plead, bargain, and do anything you can think of to convince me to let you cum. If you want to convince me, I suggest you pucker up and kiss my ass very well. Until you know your place and show you have enough…motivation, the tip of your cock will be dry!
It gets me off to see you not doing so. This is my world and what I want is the most important thing at the end of the day. That does not mean I do not have some generosity and will bestow the gift of a powerful orgasm upon you one day. You just have to earn it. What makes you think I should let your submissive ass have what you want? What you want is inconsequential. What you earn is the key.
Place your hand on your cock and hope that I am having a good day. If I am, you may get to release. If I am not, I do not care how full your balls are and how much they hurt. I can not feel it. By the way I should let you know, crying is not an effective method of getting what you want. It is annoying enough to hear you begging like a bitch. If you cry, I am going to become annoyed. Trust me when I tell you, do not make me become annoyed. If you ever want to cum again, pissing me off is not the fucking way to do it.
When I am cumming, I will think of you and your backed up pipes. I know it will make my orgasm more powerful.
