0 comments/ 19359 views/ 0 favorites Mistress Maris By: Deacon Brodie When I got to Maris’s apartment, my heart was racing. I rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, the door slowly opened. There she was, a smiling vision of beauty in shorts and a T-shirt. “Hey, come on in!” she said. We sat on her couch and talked about old times for a while, and I remembered why she was so fun to be with. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said “Why don’t you go ahead and take your clothes off for me.” My heart jumped up into my throat. I had never been spoken to so directly by a woman, and I instantly responded, “Yes, Ma’am.” It felt like a dream, and I stood up and slowly undressed in front of this beautiful woman as she sat smiling on the couch. My face turned three shades of red as she gazed at my body. “Fold your clothes and put them on the chair,” she directed. I silently obeyed. Now she knew I was hers, to play with as a toy. “Come over here,” she said. Naked and shivering, I walked over to where she sat on the couch, and she squeezed my swollen cock and said, “You’re getting excited already, aren’t you, baby?” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said. She used my cock as a handle and turned me around, “Bend over,” she commanded. I bent over, and she slapped my ass so hard I yelped like a puppy. Maris laughed. She was so gorgeous. I could see the amusement growing in her sparkling eyes. She ordered me to spread my legs, and she grabbed my balls, pulling them back between my legs. My ass was pointing toward the ceiling and open for her next punishment. She ordered me to stay in this compromising position. She walked over to a drawer and pulled something out. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her smearing some lube on a large butt-plug. She walked behind me and spread my ass cheeks with one hand as she nuzzled the large toy against my hot anus. I let out a low moan as she slowly penetrated my ass. I was so embarrassed, but I was also very excited. I felt like I was being raped, and I wanted to cry out. The butt-plug was as hard as a rock, and my throbbing butt-hole tightened around it as she slowly pushed it further up my ass. “Ooohhh!” I cried out in a loud, moaning sob, “Please, Miss Maris! It hurts!” “You can take it, baby. Just breathe deep and relax,” she said soothingly. “Yes Ma’am,” I softly cried, as she continued to gently press the huge plug deeper into my tight ass. I jumped when I felt the rim of the butt-plug pass my tight sphincter muscle and lodge in my butt. “Now, you be a good boy and hold that butt-plug in for me!” she laughed. I was almost in tears from the pain and humiliation, but I loved every minute of it. Never had a woman taken such total control and used me for her amusement this way. I could feel Maris laughing silently as she stepped away and stared at me, bent over with my ass stuffed full. She went to her drawer and pulled out a hairbrush. “Just relax, baby,” she reassured me, as she patted my upturned bottom with her open hand. “I’m not going to hurt you -- too much.” She smiled and gently swatted my ass with the hairbrush. She started out slowly, alternating cheeks and building up force as she warmed my ass with many dozen uncounted, quick strokes of the hairbrush. Occasionally, she would smack my ass hard and laugh when I jumped. She spread my ass cheeks and tapped firmly on the base of the protruding butt-plug with the handle of the hairbrush, which sent jolting shockwaves up my butt and through my body, reminding me of the humiliating position I was in. When my ass was sufficiently reddened, she went to her closet and returned with a braided leather belt. “I want you to cry for me,” she stated. “So many guys have made me cry in the past, and now I want you to take their punishment and cry for me. Stick your ass out.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I quietly replied. She began to whip my tender ass repeatedly with her belt. It was never-ending, and after a few minutes, I was moaning long and loud, “Please! Please, Miss Maris!” Over and over she whipped my butt. My ass must have been as red as an apple. “I don’t see any tears,” she said as she continued to beat me mercilessly. “Stick your butt up!” she snapped loudly as she grabbed my balls and jerked them back between my legs. I don’t know why it was so hard for me to start crying, but after I started, I couldn’t stop. Instantly, tears were flowing like rivers from my eyes. I was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. Maris continued to whip me for a few more minutes while I cried like a baby. Then she dropped the belt and wrapped her arms around me, “Stand up. It’s OK, baby, it’s all over. You were a good boy for me.” I could barely breathe, I was crying so hard, but I felt free for the first time in my life. I had never realized how much I needed a woman to break me physically and emotionally. She had broken me, and now she owned me. We kissed. We went into her bedroom and she told me to undress her. She laid back on the bed and asked “What do you want?” “I want to please you,” I replied. “Good boy,” she said. “May I lick your pussy, Miss Maris?” I asked. “Yes, you may,” she said. I could feel the hard, heavy butt-plug lodged in my throbbing ass, and I was still crying a little from my punishment, but the only thing I could think of was sucking her beautiful pussy. Maris must have been really turned on by whipping me, because her pussy was sopping wet. I stuck my tongue into her hole as she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her soft mound. I loved the taste of her. Her juices flowed over my tongue and I tried to swallow every drop. After I ate her pussy for a little while, she said, “I want you to fuck me.” My cock was as hard as steel. I gently pushed my head passed her soft opening and plunged my rod deep into her hole. She moaned, “Yes! Fuck me hard!” After only a few minutes, I felt the urge building. I didn’t want to climax before she did, but I soon gave up the fight. The butt-plug in my ass made it impossible for me to hold out any longer. I came hard as I thrust into her pussy for the last time, depositing my load. “I’m not done, baby,” she said. “Did I tell you to come?” “No, Ma’am,” I replied shamefully. I knew I was in big trouble now. “Lie down on your back,” she said. “You will clean up your mess with your mouth, and then we’ll try again. I want you to swallow every drop of your own cum. Hopefully, this will teach you not to come before I am satisfied.” I was horrified. I had never even tasted my own cum, let alone swallowed it. As I lay on my back, Maris positioned herself over my face. I opened my mouth and she sat on my face. My nose was pressed against her hot, wet asshole. I felt my own cum slide out of her hot hole and into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed what seemed like a gallon of my own cum mixed with her hot pussy juice as I sniffed her pink butt-hole. I was her dog, and she knew it. She reached under my ass and pulled the huge butt-plug out of my ass. She fucked my ass with the plug and massaged my limp cock back to life, as she ground her asshole into my nose. “Stick your tongue in my ass,” she commanded. I eagerly complied. I stuck my tongue as far up her ass as I could. I wanted to taste her inside. I wanted to swallow her essence. She stuck the plug back in my ass. Then she sat back, spread her ass cheeks and pressed down hard on my tongue. “Eat my ass, baby,” she moaned as she rubbed her clit. The taste of a woman’s ass always makes my cock hard, and it didn’t take long. My dick was metal now and she wanted it inside of her. She climbed on top of me and slipped my thick rod into her cunt. She rotated her beautiful, round hips and repeatedly ground her sensitive clit into the top edge of my cock. Soon she was coming. She exploded violently and collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me. “That was fun,” she said. I agreed as I rolled over and pulled the giant butt-plug out of my sore ass. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 01 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ********************************* I am fitted with the tightest of CB-6000 cock harnesses in your closet of harnesses, hurts to sit. Robert has fastened it with a tiny lock. He chose the small one on purpose. I know better than to complain, say a word. I dressed as soon as he finished his order to harness me, black slacks, soft white polo type shirt, and casual shoes without socks. I look every bit a man that would be at a casual business meeting, a country club lunch, etc., look completely normal except for the bulge in the front of my pants. I'm not wearing any underpants, cock harness sticks out in front. Not inordinate but it is pronounced. A woman would notice, maybe think I'm well hung...but the bulge sticks out in front, not off to the side. Nothing that would draw crazy attention but it is noticeable. I have not been able to pee. I was afraid to ask and now feel like I have to pee as we leave the house. We ride along in your car, me driving. I hurried to let you into the backseat but you brushed me away stating that you will be riding in the front seat with me. Your hand is on my leg, fingers drift, pet my inner thigh just below the bulge in my pants. You know that you are torchering my trapped and caged penis. I say nothing, concentrate on driving. Your hand brushes the harness, pats it. "You know, Ethan, I had a thought today, so delightfully mean. I want to share it with you." I wince, feel your hand start to knead my thigh softly, think you are about to hurt me. I brace for a slap, something. "I've never seen Robert with a man's penis in his mouth. When he cleaned you today I wasn't amused or turned on so much as I was aroused by the humiliation and cruelty of it. He hated that. I could tell. And that did turn me on. And you, baby were a wonderful wake-up fuck. Don't think that was lost on me." You pet my thigh, stroke it. "I thought as I was showering that I should get Robert a collar charm, maybe a dog bone like dogs wear, have it engraved. Have it read 'little cocksucker', something like that. He'd hate that and it would be a constant reminder of what he'll do, how far he'll go to please his Goddess." You take your hand off of me, my penis straining at it's cage. I feel the slight urge to pee, say not a word. You turn to the window. "Do you think that would be appropriate? We both already know you're a little cocksucker, disgusting and dirty little whore for men until I took control of you. Maybe get a bigger one for you? A pink one shaped like a dick?" You laugh to yourself. "Yes, Ma'am, if it amuses you." I feel terror, hate the idea. You say nothing more, we drive. You enjoy the beautiful day. You are lost in your thoughts. I am lost in your beauty. You are dressed in a soft summer dress, short and just above the knee, very form fitting showing off your lovely breasts, cute white lace panties and bra underneath it. You wear open toed 3" heels, no stockings. You are a wonderfully dressed impeccably beautiful woman. I so want you to touch my penis again, crave it, long for you. When we arrive at the Galleria I hurry to open your door. You push your purse at me and I take it. Without telling me to, I fall in two steps behind you. We walk from the car to the mall, go to one of your favorite shoe stores. The clerk doesn't comment but he notices that I stand with my eyes to the floor holding your purse as you sit. You tell him you are looking for spike heel ankle boots, want to see whatever he has, something sexy yet authoritarian. He looks quizzical at your comment. You smile. As he hurries away and returns with several boxes you sit patiently, ignoring me the entire time. Others have noticed the man with the purse, the bulge in his pants, standing next to the beautiful woman seated with her legs crossed...ignoring the obvious servant next to her. The clerk hurries back, bows and bends to his knees in front of you, takes out the first part of boots, cute, white soft leather, tiny straps and silver buckles at the side, 4" spike heels. All of the boots he has brought back would be considered 'fuck me' shoes, all would illicit instant attention when worn out publicly. You look down as he removes your shoes and puts each boot on one at a time. They are all 'perfect' Mistress boots as well, a display of Dominatrix power and allure. "You do that very well. Maybe I could have my boys take a lesson." You laugh girlishly. He ignores it. "We have these in black and pink, would have to order the pink." You sit as one at a time the pairs of boots are placed on your feet. The third pair catches your eye, you instantly stand and walk to the mirror, walk looking back over your shoulder at the boots on your feet, your image in the mirror. "What to you think, Ethan?" "They are beautiful Ma'am, you are beautiful." You ignore my comment. "Would they be sexually exciting to my lover?" The clerk looks away, uncomfortable. "Yes, Ma'am. Very much so." You laugh. That would be the least of your concerns, he salivates over you no matter what you wear or don't wear. You are fucking with the clerk, humiliating me so very subtly. "I'll take these and the white ones you first put on me." You sit and the clerk puts your shoes back on your feet. Yes, Ma'am, thank you and see you at the register." He hurries away with the boxes. You say nothing to me, snap your fingers and start to walk to the register. I quickly fall in behind you and follow, see a woman and her daughter both looking at me. The saw the snapping of your fingers, heard it clearly, see me hurry along with your purse. I feel their prying eyes. Feel like I have pee more, I mentally control the urge, tell myself I will not pee, will not ask, will hold it all day if necessary. After you pay for your items I take the bags. I am marched through the mall store to store, at each stop given another bag or two to carry, at each stop shown to be the perfect submissive for anyone that cares to notice, smiled at, face bright red at times when responding to a snap of your fingers, a bag pushed into my stomach, hurried grasp of it. At one of the stores in the lingerie section where you purchase a white bustier the sales lady commented on me. Never allowed to sit, stand patiently and submissively by as you hand me bags, wait for you as you are in the dressing room. As she rung up your purchase her eyes kept shifting to me, the register, back to me. "My, he seems very well trained." She looks at me over the top of her reading glasses. "You have no idea." You both laugh, one woman to another laugh "I can imagine, I can certainly imagine. Thank you for you purchase. Please do come again." She smiles at you as we leave. Her eyes glued on me, knowing smirk. Hours go by...dresses, blouses, more shoes, wonderful things to make a wonderful lady wonderfully sexy, attractive, dressed and beautiful. "I'm hungry, Ethan. Let's do lunch." You don't wait for me to answer, just start walking to a café you like. You make a call, can't hear who to, can't hear anything...only the noise in my ear of humiliation, knowing all eyes are on your little servant boy. I feel embarrassed by being so publically displayed as your purse and bag carrying slave. At the same time I feel my penis stir every time I see you try on, model the sexy things that come so naturally for you to buy, wear. Feel my penis stir at your absolute power and femininity. I hear you say into the phone, 'Okay, see you in a minute or two.' I feel like I will have to pee soon, have to. So afraid to ask. We enter the café, me laden with bags, you in the lead. We are seated at a bright table just off center main floor, can be seen by the entire staff and all diners. Most all eyes turn toward the beautiful lady and the man carrying a huge load of bags and a purse following behind her. The host seats you, I stay standing. You point to the chair and snap your fingers. Several look, attention taken by the 'snap' of your fingers. I sit, still holding the bags. You laugh loud enough for the people at the next table to look over at us. "Ethan, put the bags down. You're making a scene. You really are a cute boy, and a very attentive one as well." "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you." The lady at the next table smiles, hear her say to her girlfriend, 'I need one of those.'. They both laugh. You ignore them. The waiter comes to the table. Before he even gets a word out you look up at him. "I'll have the salmon salad, another for my friend that will be arriving shortly. I'll have your house white wine, just one glass, ice tea for my friend." The waiter looks at me. Again, before he speaks, "He'll have nothing." You look at me and I put my eyes to my lap, starting to fidget slightly, have to pee badly now. The water glasses on the table...all of it too much, have to pee. "I like this place, Ethan. Good people watching and the food is very good." "Yes, Ma'am." "Did you enjoy your morning?" "Oh, yesss, Ma'am, yes. Thank you, wonderful, love what you had me do for you. I am so thankful, Ma'am." "Oh, my. Your excitement excites me. You were a very good little playmate, expected no less. You aren't as big as my lovers but you make up for that in motivation. Not a bad little fuck, you little fuck." You laugh, reach across the table and pet my face. "You are a good little fuck, I'll say that for you. Don't think I didn't like that, baby boy." You see my face flush. I feel my penis jump as your hand drifts down my face. Your girlfriend arrives at the table. You stand and hug, greet each other. I hurry to stand so fast I almost fall over, huge bulge in the front of my pants from the harness and my penis pushing out against it. You ignore it. You both sit. I look at you nervously. "Sit boy." I sit. "So glad you could join us." She looks at me. "So this is him. Interesting. Not unattractive, far from it. He's cute." I feel her finger go to my chin, pulls my head up, pulls my face up, examines me, and holds my head up facing her. "Ethan. I like that bump in your pants. Veronica tells me you are quite the dedicated lover, can treat a lady right and not cum until told to do so. That's admirable." I feel my face turn bright red, hear you laugh, she giggles, nobody else heard a word she said but it feels like she is speaking to the entire restaurant. I say nothing, just look at her. I don't dare talk, haven't been told to do so by you. "Marisa tells me you're a good boy. Tells me you know better than to be a bad boy." Her finger releases my chin, my eyes go back to my lap. I feel my face flush bright red. Both of you laugh, start to chat. Your food arrives, and both of you eat, talk, laugh as if I'm not even there. I have to pee so bad, feel like I'm going to explode. I don't dare move to the men's room. I move my eyes up slightly to you... "Ma'am, please...please, a word, please." I feel a wrathful glare. "What??" "Ma'am, I have to pee so bad, so very sorry, don't want to have an accident, I'm going to pee my pants Ma'am, pleasssse...". I feel a tear in my eye, start to quiver, whispering such that only you and your friend can hear against the room noise. Your girlfriend laughs, looks to you. "Oh, my. He is a devoted little fuck. Let him go, don't torcher him, don't want him peeing here do you?" She laughs, looks at me. "He's red as a beet." "Go, Ethan. You hurry back, three strokes of my crop for every minute you're gone!" You look at your watch. I hurry to the men's room as fast as I can go, feel as if all eyes are on me. When I return I sit hands in lap, eyes to my lap. "Thank you, Ma'am, thank you. I'm so sorry..." "Did you sit???!!?", your voice quiet enough for only our table to hear. "Yes, Ma'am." "Did you wipe properly? That harness on your little dick catches urine, you stain those pants and I'll make you regret that!", hushed stern whisper. Your girlfriend is openly smiling, enjoying the show before her. "Yes, Ma'am, yes." You go back to her. "I can't be to careful with these boys, give them an inch they take a mile." "So tell me, Marisa, if I wanted to play with him could I?", turns to stare at me as she speaks to you. "Certainly, darling. That can easily be arranged." You signal the waiter. He hurries to your table. "Box this up and put her leftovers in the same container." Stern, you motion him away with your plates. "Ethan's dinner for later, if he still has an appetite after his whipping. Interrupt my lunch like that! You were gone ten minutes, thirty strokes with the crop, you think about that Ethan." "Yes, Ma'am, I'm so sorry." I feel tears well up, feel like everybody in the café is staring at me, knows I'll be whipped. "Be quiet!" The two of you chat as I sit, ever so slight a tear in my eye. Nobody heard the way you talked to me but it feels like they all did. The girls at the table next to us both stare at me, see them laugh out of the corner of my eye. We leave the café, bags loading me down. The two of you hug outside in the mall court. "Thanks for the invite, Marisa, the lunch, and thanks for the introduction to this one. Your newest slave, indeed. Marisa, you are amazing." "I'll get with you when I think he's ready for public consumption, darling. I won't forget. This one still needs my special touch for a while longer. But rest assured, he'll be plenty ready to serve and please when I decide to send him your way for an evening or two." You both laugh, feel my face turn bright red. We stroll toward the mall exit, I hurry to keep up with you. You are walking fast. Marching to the car, mad, mad, mad. It's obvious. "What the fuck were you thinking!!", hard slap against my face. Then again, 'SLAP!, SLAP!' "Can't hold your little thing for a luncheon? You need serious training. 'May I pee, please, please'...", mocking tone on your part. "You embarrassed me!" "I'm so sorry, sooooo sorry...", start to cry softly. We are standing next to your car, my face to the ground. "Hello." The voice catches us both off guard. We both look up, me quick to steal a glance and then put my face back to my feet. He's big, at least 6'4", muscular and handsome. He's standing at the trunk of your car staring at you. He smiles at you, captures your attention. "Well hello. May I help you with something?" You are ever so slightly flirtatious yet cautious and aware of your surroundings. He's a stranger, a big stranger. A very big and extremely model-like good looking sexy stranger. "Listen, I don't want to impose, I just couldn't help but notice you. I saw you in the restaurant, didn't want to bother you. But I can't I can't let this opportunity go by, let you get away without introducing myself, know this is forward but I may never see you again. It took all my courage to follow after you, approach you." You giggle, feel a flush. You know he likes you. A lot. "Please, my two minute elevator door pitch...", he's charming, "...I want to take you out for coffee, drinks, dinner, was so attracted to you. I saw the way you treated him too, knew he wasn't something I should be concerned about. I'm not being insulting, not at all, apologize if I am. I'm just so attracted to you. You're beautiful. And I'm guessing he's not someone that has anything to say about you or who you have dinner with." "Do go on." You smile at him, offer your hand. He takes it, kisses it gently. "At least let me give you my card. You call me if you like. I just couldn't let you get away without trying to meet you, get to know you." He hands you his card. You take it. "So, you make a habit of hitting on women at the mall? Follow them to their cars, chase them into the parking lot?" "No, never. Believe me, this is as strange for me as it must be for you. I was having lunch with an employee, saw you the minute you walked in the café door. And to be honest watched how you treated him. I like it. Presumptuous of me but I think he's submissive to you. I like that. And I like you. A lot. Please let me take you out for dinner, coffee, whatever." "Oh, and you want a woman to order you around too?" "God no. I just like what you appear to be. I'm not submissive at all. I find you so attractive, pretty, please have dinner with me. You won't regret it." He smiles at you. "We'll see." You smile back at him. "Marisa.", you say as you turn to me. You give him your name as you snap your fingers and point to the door. I quickly open it, let you into the back seat. I put all of your bags into the trunk as he stands and looks at you. I hurry to the driver's door and get in, start the car. You smile up at him, wink as we drive out of the parking space. "Stop the car!" I stop and you lower the window. He stares at you, smiles. You hold your hand out the window. He hurries to you, looks deeply into your eyes as his lips kiss your hand. You pull your hand back gently, smile at him. "We'll see." You raise the window, turn to me. "Drive. Or do you have to pee again!" "No, Ma'am, no." You ignore me. When we return home you leave the car, hurry to the door not waiting for me. I hurry to gather your things from the trunk, hurry into the house. Robert is naked, kneeling by the door, takes the bags from me, almost pulls them out of my hands. "Get to the basement, fast. She told me she doesn't want you to keep her waiting." I hurry, scurry as fast a I can to your basement, see you standing dressed as you were in the mall, riding crop in hand. I don't need to be told. I strip off my clothing as fast as I can, know I'm not to be dressed in your house ever. "Ethan, your dirty little bathroom habits are less than amusing at a luncheon with friends. You should be ashamed of yourself." I feel my voice break.."Yes, Mistress."...feel the tears in my voice. Your crop comes down hard across my penis harness, catches my thigh, a red welt rises. "I'm not going to restrain you. You move away from me, try to block me and I will restrain you and triple your punishment. Over the horse, now!" I move quickly to bend over the whipping horse, hands out in front of me. I feel the crop come down across my butt as fast and as quickly as I am bent over the horse. I scream with each blow, rapid, hard and fast. I do my best, struggle not to move, cry out, start to cry hard...stammer, beg your forgiveness, shake. After thirty extremely hard blows I am hysterical. "Baby! I could do this for another hour. Cry baby! Fucking cry baby!!" You drop the crop, feel you pet my naked rear end. Wince as your hand runs across the huge red stinging welts. "I had fun shopping with you today, Ethan. I had fun taking you into my bed too. I don't have to share any of that with you, you know that, don't you? Could restrain and keep you down here forever, couldn't I?" I feel the tip of your finger run up between the crack of my cheeks, up over my tight little hole. "Ooooo, yessss, Ma'am, yes, thank you, so grateful, please...", somewhat hysterical and still crying. I feel you reach down and take my cock harness in your hand. "Robert!!", you scream so loud it scares me. Robert appears almost instantly, running to you. "Get that fucking thing off of him, now." You take your hand off of me, walk to a chair and sit. Robert takes off the cock cage, hurries to put it back on a shelf in the closet, faces you, hands at his side, eyes to the floor. You snap your fingers and point to the door, he almost trips over himself trying to leave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 01 "Robert, stay outside the door. On your knees, face away, fingers in your ears." He quickly closes the door, kneels on the other side of it as instructed. I'm still shaking, crying softly, feels like I'm bleeding, burns like fire across my cheeks. "Come here baby. Come to me." I pick myself up off of the whipping horse, stumble gently, walk to you. "I'm so sorry, I wanted today to perfect for you, I...", I start to cry, choke up. "I know." You take my hand, lead me to you, sit me on your lap. You take the top of your dress down, unzip the back and let the top fall to your waist. You unclasp your bra, magnificent breasts fall from it. I feel your hand on the back of my head, bending me down as I sit on your lap, one hand holding your breast up, offering me your nipple, other hand moving my head down onto it. I put your nipple into my mouth, start to kiss, suck, feed. I'm crying ever so softly. "Oooo, that's a good boy, very good boy, uh, uh, oooo...yes...", feel you pet the back of my head. I feel your other hand release your breast and go to my penis. You take my semi erect penis in your hand, start to stroke me, feel me grow hard in your hand. I start to breathe hard, moan as I suck you, feel your hand slowly masturbate me, index finger rubbing the precum around the head of my erection. "He was handsome, yes he was. I think I may call him, Ethan. Could be a very interesting man, could just be a very expensive dinner. I liked him, liked his boldness and his hunger, could see it in his eyes." You feel me start to throb in your hand. "Ethan, cum for me. Come on, baby, cum for me. Don't worry about a mess, cum when you're ready." You feel me suck hard on your breast, take your nipple in my teeth, feel me gently nibble. You giggle. "Oh my." You start to pump hard, fast. It happens. I cum hard, shoot up all over your hand, down onto my lap, your dress. You milk me, watch me throb, shake, convulse on your lap. "Uh, uh, uh...oooooooooo...", cum all over, huge spurts. "That's my boy, yes. You love me don't you, baby?" "Yesssss, yesssssssss...uh...", shaking. When I finish you look a me, see fear come over my face. Not knowing what you're going to do next, this makes you laugh loud. "See, I'm not a heartless bitch." You laugh hugely, scream out... "Robert!!" The door opens quickly. He enters and I look to him, see the look on his face, me on your lap, your breasts exposed, me naked covered with cum, all over your hand and on your dress. "Robert, be a good boy and clean this mess up." You watch as he hurries to start licking the cum off of me, you. I feel his mouth on me, feel his tongue lick up my thigh, over my stomach, feel him take my penis in his mouth and suck the last of it out of me, see him hurry to lick it off of your hand, your dress. You say nothing, just stare at the two of us, your slaves. "Ethan, I want to be fucked again. I want you in my bed later tonight. But for now I want you to shower, clean yourself up and then do the basement cleaning chores, do the laundry too, this dress will have to be hand washed." You push Robert's head away, 'Move!" You stand, me up off of your lap as soon as I feel you start to go to your feet. "Did you have a good day shopping with me, Ethan? I know you did. And I have to say I was please in general. Marred only by our one little episode. That won't happen again." "No, Ma'am, no. Thank you, Ma'am. I LOVED being with you, loved it." You smile, take my penis in your hand, bend forward and kiss the end of it. "No cumming tonight, Ethan. Just fucking. Want to be very much fucked, think about the man I met in the parking lot." You slip out of your dress, shoes, panties only, dress and bra on the floor. You snap your fingers at Robert. "Let's go inspect your housework, little man." You start for the door, Robert close behind you. You take the crop you used on me off of the floor as you leave, Robert in tow. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 02 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ********************************* Penis pulled back between my legs, panty girdle a size too small to hold tightly my little thing, tightly in place. I am naked and baby smooth, pink toenails and fingernails, I am dropped at your door. I was delivered by a driver that met me, me dressed per your instructions, taken naked in just a panty girdle into his car. Your slave opens the door to find me kneeling with a card in my mouth. He leads me into the house, takes the card from my mouth and hurries to you. 'A gift for your pleasure, do with him as you will.', the card reads. I have been presented to you by my Mistress Marisa. I see you enter the room I've been led to, my eyes respectfully to the floor before me. I feel myself start to tremble, I know what you are capable of. As quickly as you enter, boot heels clicking rapidly on the floor, I feel the full force of a slap across my face. "Look at me!" I look up to you, red hand print rising on the side of my face. "You are in my house now, MY house. While here, I own you. Say it, tell me I own you, own every part of you." "You own me, Ma'am, own me. You own every part of me, you own...", I feel your hand come down across my face, cry out, whimper, "...you own me, own me I am yours." "Shut up, be silent." You walk behind me, your foot on my back, you push my face to the floor. You bend down and roughly yank the panty girdle down passed my rear end. You are inspecting me, feel your hand take and hold my penis so tightly I cry out, feel you yank my rear end up higher by it, holding my soft penis back and up between my legs. You run your hand over my rear end, pat it. "Tiny little boy dick, what would any woman expect to do with this." I feel your hand come down so hard against my rear end, a loud 'SLAP' echoes off the walls. I jerk forward. I hear you laugh. Feel you release my penis, stand quickly and see you move to the front of me. You snap your fingers, point to the floor in front of my face. Your slave scurries to that spot as fast as he can move and kneels facing me. He's been cowering face to the floor in the door way. "Cum on the floor, now!" You watch as he masturbates furiously, doesn't want to keep you waiting. He struggles hard, he cums almost instantly, his hand a blur on his erection. He cums in less than two minutes, a huge puddle on the floor in front of me. You snap your fingers and point to the door. He bows to you, 'Thank you, Ma'am...thank you...". "Get out." You are staring down at me. He rushes to the door, leaves. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you yet, Ethan. I may groom you for a friend of mine. She's in the market for a slave." You walk to a chair and sit. "Would you be worthy of that, make me proud to offer you to her?" "Yes, Ma'am, yes. I would work so hard to please." "Well you certainly don't appear to be capable. Look at the mess on my floor. Were you going to leave it there for me clean up???!!!?" I hear you raise your voice, fury in your every word. I hurry to lick the mess on the floor in front of me up, "No, Ma'am, no...I'm so sorry...", slurping and licking as I mumble through licking up the cum off of the floor in front of me. "I'm surprised you didn't dive on his dick before he came, dirty little faggot boy you are.", your voice calm, measured. You laugh loudly. "And if I wanted you to do that you would, wouldn't you? You'd service any man I or my girlfriend chose to give you too, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Ma'am, yes." I lick the floor repeatedly. You stand. I feel my hair yanked up, face brought up to just an inch from yours as you bend over slightly. "Little queer boy, you are going to clean my house top to bottom. I want to see just how good a little house slave you can be. Then we'll inspect your work. My slave will supervise your work, he will show you how I like things down around here." You release my hair, push my head away. I hurry to attempt to kiss your boot. I hear you laugh. "You're learning." You stand and look down at me, watch as I fawn over you, worship your boots, kiss your feet. "I want to show you that I'm not all cruelty, Ethan. I can be very kind and gentle too." You shimmy up your tight black skirt, up over your rear. Exposing the sheerest of black lace panties. So beautiful, so sexy, you turn your back to me. "Show your appreciation, Ethan." You smile as you feel me start to kiss your rear end, kiss gently through your panties, worship you like the goddess you are. "I'm wet right now. So wet that I think I may need to see one of my lovers." You stand goddess-like, hands on your hips, feel my lips so respectfully kiss and adore you through the sheer silk of your panties. You clap your hands twice, sharply. Your slave enters the room. "Get this bitch back into his girly girdle, make sure his little faggot dick is tight and in place. Show him to his duties." You step away and lower your skirt. I feel my penis yanked back between my legs and the hands of your slave as my girdle is pulled up tight, so tight I yelp. You leave the room without a word. For the rest of the day I am your domestic, clean every square inch of your home. Polish, sweep, dust, wax, wash, do all of the chores your slave does, him watching, supervising. I work my fingers to the bone for you, trying to please, want desperately to please you. I work into the night. And then when I am finished, per your slave's instructions, I am led to the room you wait in. You've been out most of the day. "Ethan, I'm in a very good mood. Went out and had a marvelous lunch, got my pretty little ass fucked real good too, I'm a happy woman." You see me covered in sweat, have been worked hard. "Is my house clean, if I inspect it will I be happy? If not you'll have ruined my wonderful day." I feel your hand on my ear, tight, pull me along next to you as you start your inspection. Your slave two steps behind, you look back at him. "If he disappoints should I punish him or you, little man?" "Me, Ma'am, me." He trembles, your laugh. "Good answer, after all it would be your fault, you supervised this bitch." We go through your house, you say nothing, just observe, lead me the entire way. It ends in your basement. "Secure and strip him!" I feel your slave attach a locking collar to my neck, peel down my panty girdle, feel him yank me to the floor and secure my collar to a large ring in the floor. "I imagine you need to go to the bathroom, don't you Ethan. All day and no bathroom break." "Ma'am please, I can hold it, please. I want to please you." You laugh loudly. "Plenty of time for that after I put you in your cage. I know all of your dirty little habits, don't I?" "Yes, Ma'am." I start to cry, know I'm about to be beaten. You walk to the chair, sit. Your slave standing, eyes to the floor next to me. "Whip him. If I think you are holding back you will take his place. Now, whip him!!" Your slave hurries to take a crop up from the table, hurries to whip me viciously, almost instantly I am covered in welts, crying uncontrollably. "Please....please...", stammering through sobs and tears, feel the crop come down hard, feel him reach down and hold my butt up high, held in place by my penis, pulled back between my legs. He beats me rapidly and full force, feel the crop come down between my cheeks, up into the crack of my rear end. You sit and watch, calmly. You cross your legs, feel the wetness of your pussy start to grow, soak your panties. You like what you are seeing. For twenty minutes I am beaten mercilessly. You snap your fingers, point to the corner. Your slave instantly stops, moves so rapidly to the corner he almost stumbles, kneels with his face to the wall. "Ethan, tell me you love me." "I love you, Mistress, I love you...", choking on tears, stammering..."...I am so sorry I let you down, Ma'am, sorry, I love you, wanted to please...so sorry...". You stand. "Pee, do it. Pee on the floor." You watch as I pee onto the floor, urinate. I feel the cruel blow of the crop again. You start to beat me. "You-dirty-little-bitch...", every word punctuated with a slash of your crop. I feel my body jerk and spasm, urine splashes up and onto me, onto the floor. As quickly as it starts, it stops. I am a trembling mass of tears, screaming out and sobbing. I curl up into the fetal position, cowering in my own urine. You snap your fingers. Your slave hurries to your side. "After he licks up every drop of his piss put him in the cage. I want him in the humbler too. Tomorrow I will expect any mess he's made in that cage cleaned up completely." You walk to the door. "After he's secured, come to my room, little man. I want to cuddle with you, think maybe I want your mouth too. This has made me very horny, very, very much want to cum. Hurry up, put him away for the night and get your ass up to my room. Don't keep me waiting." You start for the stair, turn, look back at me. Quivering, shaking uncontrollably, covered in bright red stripes and bruises. I am hysterical. "Ethan, you did an excellent job cleaning my house. A very good job. I was pleased. You should be proud of yourself. Maybe offer you to my girlfriend after all, we'll see." You leave the room. He says nothing, silent. Feel my balls secured tightly back between my legs by the humbler, placed and locked into the dog cage kneeling. The lights go out as your slave hurries to your room. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 03 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ********************************* I am on my toes, not up at the top of them but just enough to ease the pain of the stainless steel hook, very cold, thick and fat metal hook in my rear. It is a curved suspension hook, huge round bulb on the end. It hooks up into my rectum and is attached tightly to a chain pulling it up and fastening it to the ceiling. There is no possible way to stand, wiggle free from, or move up and off of the hook. I'm pulled up just high enough such that my heels can not come back down fully, can not touch the floor. The hook is deeply embedded in my rear end and holds me painfully in place. My hands are cuffed with tight leather restraints behind my back. I have to bend forward to ease the pressure from the hook, slightly, dancing from foot to foot gently, I can't help it, impossible to stay still. The cold metal shaft of the hook is up between my rear cheeks spreading them the width of the shaft apart. Out of my mouth sticks a tight and painful clothes pin clipped onto my tongue. It's so far back in my mouth I almost choke, slight gag reflex. It is so tight it hurts, no way to wiggle or move it off of my tongue. I am naked. Whimpering and naked, I am suspended like this. Next to me, three feet away and facing me, is Robert. He is in the same state of display, naked, hook suspending his rear up high, bent forward with his hands secured behind his back. He moves as I do, slightly from toe to toe. We both know better than to say a word, even make a sound other than the slight gag reflex which is impossible to control with the large tightly secured clasp pins that hold our tongues. You are sitting in a chair, have been for almost an hour. Sitting and sipping wine. You say nothing, completely silent, watch as we both squirm, anguish, cry gently. Soft music fills the room. You have had a third of the wine in the bottle, sip it slowly, have taken several phone calls, are almost oblivious to our state of pain and agony. You are wearing a short black dress, black nylons and 4" spike heel knee high soft leather boots. Your hair and makeup are perfect. You are the perfect queen of the manor, the splendidly beautiful lady of the house. Your phone rings. You look to the two of us, snap your fingers loudly. We both go instantly silent. Except for the soft music, you could hear a pin drop in the room. "Hello, baby.", you take the call. It's one of your lovers, your favorite one. We hear you coo into the phone, purr like a kitten and laugh girlishly as he talks to you. We hear the one sided conversation as you listen more than talk. This man is making you very hot. "Oh, baby, I can't right now but can later tonight. You wanna be a good boy for me? Do all the dirty things you do so well?" You talk with him, listen as he makes you wet with his sex talk, dirty chat of what he wants to do to you. You like this man. He is more than a talented lover, and is aggressive in all the right places. "Okay, 8pm. But you're gonna take me out and feed me first.", cute and sexy smile through the phone. You end the call. You stand, placing your phone on the table next to you. You pick up your dragon tail whip off of the table next to you. You walk to the side of me, facing both of us. You glare. "You little men enjoying your conversation with each other? I've been patiently sitting, listening. You don't seem as chatty as you were in my bathroom. Cat got your tongues?" You slap my rear hard with you bare hand. Hear me yelp, muffled by the clasping clothes pin on my tongue. "So, if you could talk, if you could 'find your tongues' so to speak, which one of you little fucks could tell me why you were talking with each other? What have I told you both about that?" I start to cry, Robert follows. We both start to sob. Several hours ago we were cleaning your house, working our fingers to the bone. Robert entered the upstairs bathroom I was scrubbing. I asked him if he thought I did a good job on the bathroom, did it gleam, would it please you. He answered me, politely. You appeared from nowhere. You were in the hall, neither of us heard you coming. As soon as he finished saying the words...'Don't know if she'll be pleased, you shouldn't talk, just work.'...a hand came down hard across the back of his head and across his face. He screamed out loudly. You slapped him again. Hurrying to me, you took my hair in your hand. You slapped me three times full force, screamed at both of us. "What is the rule for slaves talking in the house!!??!!! Chatty little bitches! Get up and move to the punishment room, NOW!!!" You pulled me up by my hair. "You'll finish that toilet later with your tongue, Ethan. Move!" You see Robert scurry as fast as he can in front of you as you drag me, lead me by my hair right behind him. We've been suspended in the punishment room since then. The whip comes down across Robert, catches his outer thigh and wraps up viciously around his rear end. He screams out loudly. "And you dear Robert, you of all little bitches? Like you don't know the fucking rules??!??" You bristle, scream. I start to cry violently, sobbing. Stammer and lisp through the pin on my tongue... "Thorry, tho thorry, Mistreth..." Feel you take my hair in your hand, hard and tight. "Shut up." You bring the whip down across Robert again. It starts. We are both whipped to the extreme, both crying hugely, violently begging, sobbing, hysterically crying when you finally drop the whip to the floor. You ignore our loud screaming and move back to your chair. You sit, sip your wine calmly. "In this house you two are not to talk to each other unless I tell you to. You both have been told." You sit and watch as we convulse, dance from toe to toe held in place by the cold metal hooks up our rear ends. Tears puddle on the floor in front of both of us. You sip your wine and say nothing, just watch. "You boys should know that I'm very wet right now. I guess it's a good thing my lover is coming over tonight." You stand. You move to me, roughly pull the clip off of my tongue. I yelp as it falls off. You just as quickly take my naked penis and apply the clip to it. I start to scream, loud. Scream uncontrollably, dance from foot to foot. You ignore that, move to Robert, you take the clip off of his tongue. He recoils, winces through his sobbing, waits for it to be clasped onto his penis. You turn to me, slap my face. "Tongue, Ethan." Through the tears I stick my tongue out, penis throbbing, aching. You clip the clasp from Robert's mouth onto my tongue. You move to the back of him and lower him from the hook slowly onto the heels of his feet. Removing the hook from his rear and letting it drop to the floor you take him to your chair. You snap your fingers loudly and point to the floor in front of you. He instantly kneels, facing you, tear stained eyes to the floor. You wiggle up your skirt. Just as quickly and sexily you wiggle down your panties. You take them off and put them on the arm of the chair. You snap your finger and point to your pussy. Robert instantly starts to service you. The only sound in the room other than the soft music is my whimpering and sobbing. The slight sound of your wetness as Robert uses his mouth to service you. You stare at me, watch me intently as Robert goes down on you. "Ooooo, yes...yes...", you are soaking wet and he is more than pleasing you. I dance from toe to toe, whimper and cry as you cum several times. When you are satisfied and finished you stand, pushing Robert's head roughly away, almost knocking him onto his side. Taking your panties from the arm of the chair you move to me, smile as you hang them on the clasp attached to my aching penis. "No talking amongst slaves, Ethan. That should be clear now, right? Do you understand my rule?" You are an inch from my tear soaked face. "Yeth, yeth...oooo, plesth...uh...", you don't wait for my answer, just move to the door. "I want him whipped twenty five times across the backs of his thighs with the crop. When you finish you take him back up to the bathroom. He's not finished in there. If I catch you two talking again without permission you'll spend two days down here on the hook. Two fucking days!" You leave the room, see you move your skirt down over your naked hips as you walk to the door. Robert moves quickly to the closet and takes out a riding crop. He hurries to do as told. I violently shake, convulse and scream as I am whipped. An hour later I am let down of the hook. The clasps removed from my penis and tongue, I am hurried upstairs. I cry softly after being taken from the basement by Robert, led back to the bathroom. I am on my knees scrubbing the floor when I feel your presence. You enter, fresh makeup, beautiful, hair in a tight bun up behind your head. I cower and bend to the floor at your feet. "Ethan, you really do a good job around my house. It really isn't that hard to please me. You know that." I feel you bend forward and pet my head. "I'm going out to dinner and when I get back, I usually save this treat for Robert but have decided to reward you with it, show you I'm not all mean and cruel, I'm going to let you lick me clean after my lover cums in me. I'm going to allow you to clean me. Robert will be jealous but he will have to deal with it. Maybe I'll let him lick the sheets after my lover leaves. We'll see." You check yourself in the mirror. "What do you say, little man?" "Thank you, Mistress Marisa, thank you...thank you...". You turn as you are about to leave. "No talking, Ethan. You be a good boy from now on." You bend slightly, reach down. You take my sore and still aching penis in your soft hand. You gently fondle it, kiss my forehead. You stand. You don't wait to hear my apology, my thank you as you leave to meet your lover in the living room where he waits for you. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 04 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ********************************* "Butt's up ladies." She walks behind us, feel her slap my rear as she goes by. Muffled sound of her hand being brought up from beneath, hand-to-the-the-elbow full length black rubber glove catches the curve of my right cheek. I wince, keep it to myself, remain silent. "Posture, princess, posture." She continues down the line. All six of us bent forward in a painful half-bend, our hands restrained by stainless steel rubber padded cuffs behind out back, fastened each to a stainless steel chain hoist pulling our arms up off our backs as far as they will go, up toward the hoist track in the ceiling. There are another four empty places in this painful line but only six are required for tonight's gathering. We are all completely naked, except for nail polish on fingers and toes. No makeup, just polished little feet and hands on each of us 'party' girl sissy boys. That, and bare naked baby soft and smooth bodies, we are to be 'cleaned'. We are on a cold cement floor standing in a six inch deep trough that runs the length of the room. Directly behind us are toilets, stark, and prison like, metal with no seat. The hoist positions are laid out such that all The Matron has to do is lower the chains in unison and we are sitting on the toilets. This is as far removed from dignity as it gets, and is as close to deliciously wicked as it is nasty. It is sadistic and humiliating. And it is necessary preparation for Mistress Marisa's party. We all have been here before, some like me many times, even without the gala tonight. I have been here prior to being sent to entertain one of your gentleman friends, many times before. Two of us are here for the second time. Trevor is struggling to not cry. The Matron won't tolerate that. Everybody knows the rules. Squirm, whine, cry out, and get whipped way late tonight after our performance, maybe when returned after the auction bidders are through with us. But viciously whipped we will be if we 'cause trouble', as The Matron says. Stay still, be calm, we can get through this. It is for our own good. 'Nobody wants a dirty little party girl.', we are told over and over. The Matron steps to the first one on the end to the right of me. She inserts the nozzle into his butt, pushes it up into his tiny hole. She is so careful not to damage us little 'showgirls', uses a deft and surgical touch. In less than five minutes we are filled and bloated to the point of discomfort with warm soapy water. We all move slightly on our toes, do our best to not let any of the cleansing liquid seep out, try our best to hold it all. The only sound it the room is the huge air filtration system, industrial level fans at each end of the room to keep the air fresh during this hideous but necessary cleaning process. "Ten minutes, ladies, the clock is ticking." She walks to the boy next to me, reaches up and takes his balls in her hand. Bounces them then cups them. She holds him gently. "You shit on my hand and I'll beat you within an inch of your life, send you out there bloody. Now relax and stop squirming. You will get through this." She releases his scrotum, pats his butt gently, strokes his back, pets him. "It's going to be okay, darling. Mother is here for you." She pets his hair. Girlish laugh, not mean spirited, she sounds concerned. She walks to the hoist control, looks to the clock on the wall. She glances into her office through the large widow wall. She sees her phone blinking. She hurries out of the room leaving us hanging, bloated, wanting so bad to be let down to do the next fowl thing she demands. Not one of us moves, not a sound in the room except for the huge fans. She is only a minute but it seems and eternity. She enters the room again and hits the 'lower' button on the hoist. Mechanical release grinding, the sound of chains being lowered, we all settle back and sit on the toilet beneath each of us. Cold steel meets the backs of my legs, I tense, feel my rear end want to explode, feel my little hole pinch so tight it hurts. We know better than to release without being told to do so. Not yet. "Okay ladies, why are you here tonight? Nikki, you first." She crosses her arms, stands and stares at the boy on the end. "To be bred for the amusement of Mistress Marisa's guests, Mam." His voice is strained, quivering, it's obvious he is in much stress, discomfort. "Good girl, Nikki. Trevor you next. Why are you here?" And so it is down the line. Calls each of by our names, asks the same question. When she has heard the same chant from us all she walks to the hoist button. "Okay, girls, release, let's go, get it all out. Purge!" She smiles to herself as we all push with all the force we have, all expel the fowl liquid in unison, all that is in our most private place, we purge out and into the toilet. After she is satisfied that we are completely empty, she hits the 'up' button, pulling us all quickly back to our toes, bent forward and bowing. Quickly down the line she inserts the clear water nozzle, repeats the process, making us wait ten minutes, lowering us to flush out our cleaning rinse into the toilet. That process is repeated a third time, rinse and expunge. We all have remnants of our dirty self on our naked legs, some more than others. We are all completely clean on the inside, filthy on the outside. And we know what happens to a girl if a man breeding her complains that she is dirty, held back during this process. She quickly takes a rinse hose, a soft bristle long handle brush with soapy water on it. Softly she scrubs our most private parts, our legs, up between our baby smooth cheeks and legs, all of us individually cleaned. She then hoses all of us down making each one of us completely squeaky clean, soft and naked. She rinses the fowl witches-brew in the trough we stand in off our feet, we dance as she does this, the only time we are allowed to lift our legs and move our feet is for cleaning. She punches hard a button on the wall and all the toilets flush simultaneously. She lowers the hoist and our hands return to our backs. Quickly she unfastens all of us one at a time, down the line from behind. "Okay girls, time to hit the showers, get cleaner than clean, and then off to hair and makeup. I expect each of you little sissy boys back at my cage-room in no less than one hour. Take your time, make yourself pretty. No man wants to fuck a dirty girl. Make them all proud to give you their baby." She laughs loudly as she says that, moves to the door and opens it. We scamper passed her as fast as possible, stopping only after the fifth sissy boy is halted, her hand on the boy's chest. "I've decided that after the fucking, when you all come back for after dinner dress up and auction, you'll hurry back her and clean these toilets. Take longer than half an hour for that and I'll suspend you by your balls. They only need a quick soap and rinse. Clear?" She stares at him, the one behind him eyes glued to the floor, quivering. "Yes, Matron, I'll do a good..." She slaps his face, cuts him off in mid-sentence. "Move, hair and makeup. That's all you have to think about right now, nothing else." She watches as we all move into the shower and makeup room, watches through her office glass window. Ilsa smiles to herself, thinks about the great job she does with all of us. Ilsa loves it that she is an integral part of these affairs. And most important a trusted friend of yours, she is Mistress Marisa's able can capable assistant at the estate. We are all safe in her hands. And she loves it that you took her suggestion to have all the little girls suspended by their wrists tonight, bred standing up by your fuck slave males. She looks at my little butt as I move to a shower spigot on the wall, sees me start to wash my hair. She knows my mother will be here to see all of us tonight for the first time, only a few hours away from the fabulous and deliciously decadent show, all of us restrained and fucked repeatedly by ready and willing men and then auctioned off for further pleasure and entertainment of Mistress Marisa's A-List guests. 'What a delightful surprise this will be.', she thinks to herself. She's looking forward to meeting my mother as much as Mistress Marisa is to presenting me to her, showing my mother what I truly am and have been groomed to be at this estate, what I've become for my Mistress in my twenty-eighth year. Tonight is my birthday. It's going to be a very special party. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 05 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *************************** "Hurry up, just the things you need for the weekend, that sissy shit you do to look like a girl. Let's go." He's staring at me as I hurry to pack makeup, shaving things, k-y, 'girl' stuff, moisturizer, all of it rushed and thrown into an overnight bag. "No clothing, just the shoes. I liked what you wore tonight at her party, you won't be needing anything else. Does that bother you? Naked all weekend?" I ignore the question, more a taunt. I hurry to please, know I'm going to his house for the weekend, so scared, so wanting to please my Mistress, somewhat terrified of him, missing her deeply already. Just don't want to go, don't want to be with this man. But I could never say 'no' to her. Ever. I know it's for my own good, she told me that. I can still taste his cum all over the inside of my mouth. She hasn't even been gone half an hour. He took me right to my sissy room, the room she keeps me in when she wants to be alone or with him. He sat on my bed and put me on my knees in front of him. Still naked, wet from the bath she took me out of before rushing out the door to catch her flight. Feel bruised and whipped, feel so vulnerable. My cock locked up, slightly dripping bath water from the harness lock, him staring down at me, feel his true nature, a real man. A very big strong man, and he doesn't like the fact that she keeps me around. "You know even though I like the dirty fun at her salon parties there isn't much that interests me about a faggot like you. But you're her pet, I will have to live with that, have to admit it." He leans forward, puts his hand under my chin. He raises my face up to him. "And I like what some of her friends have done at those parties with their slave playthings, all you kinky little stuffed animal like pets, very much fun to watch all the things you whores will do. Never ceases to amaze." He stands, unbuckles his belt, undoes his pants, zipper down, quickly, he lets them fall to the floor. "In fact we're going to play with some of them over the weekend." I feel fear as he smiles, feel fear as he says that. He laughs, knows he's scaring me. He moves in closer to the front of me as I look up at him, startled. The bulge in his underpants is huge. He's all man, feel his presence, smell it, so strong and virile. He moves in toward me, his soft yet very large cock like a cucumber in his underwear, down across his thigh, down his leg. He is huge. "She is always telling me that you make her cum by whipping you, licking her ass, that you do this, you do that. She's my girlfriend, you know. You do know that, I hope, know your place. I do things for her you could never do." He holds the outline of his cock out in his underwear, pulls the cotton back over it. He smiles at me. "She needs a real man, a man with one of these." He runs his finger over the end of it, down on his leg. He's so big. "Now let's see just what the fuck she means when she tells me that mouth is worth keeping around. I know you sure don't keep her amused with that pathetic little dick of yours." He steps in so close, an inch from my face. Pulling his underwear down, his large cock bounces out against me, hits my face. I look to the side. I don't like this man, fear him, think he may make her leave me behind, so afraid to displease her, lose her to him. I look up at him. Feel him squeeze the sides of my face, opens my mouth with his fingers. I know what he wants. I take the head of it into mouth, start to run my tongue up over the underside, across and up into the hole, gentle but firm. Taste his male taste, feel him grow hard in my mouth. "She may have a point about you, princess. Nice." Feel his hand go the back of my head, he holds my hair tight, holds me against him as he pushes in deep, forward. I start to gag. Feel my eyes fill with choking tears, start to whimper, slight choking sound fills the room. I struggle to pull away. "Now, now, she doesn't gag like that." He laughs. "But then I don't push it down her throat. I let her do that on her own." He pulls out of my mouth and sits on the edge of the bed, stares at the tears in my eyes from choking. His cock stands straight up off of his naked lap. He must be at least ten inches, so hard, so very huge. "Come on, don't be a baby. I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt you." He holds it up by the base of it, huge erection sticking straight up, bobbing. "I want you to make me cum with that mouth, take your time and not choke. I am sorry. I promise to be good." He smiles at me, devilish smile. "I really want to know what she sees in you, bitch. Now, fucking get busy, make me cum." He glares at me. I hurry forward on my knees, put my mouth to him. I start to fuck him with my tongue, deep licking as I go up and down on him, long tongue strokes. Can only get him two thirds of the way in, so big, I concentrate on the head of it. I want to please her, not him. He loses himself to me, falls back on the bed. My arms braced on his naked legs, my head moving up and down on him. I'm in control now. The only sound in the room, my wet mouth on him, slippery, moving up and down, him moaning, moving on the bed, spasms as he shudders, I hold him tight in my mouth. He starts to get so into it that I lose myself to it also, don't feel afraid of him now, know that I am showing him what I am, what I can do, how I can be her bitch to be given to him. Be his bitch too, I can please him. "Fuck! You are good at that, you little cocksucker, so good." Breathing so hard, he's writhing on the bed. Feels me grip the sides of his hips and hold him in place, my fingers dig in softly, hold him firmly in place, feel him pump back slightly into my mouth. I play with him like that for a while, just tease him. I look up at him with wide sissy eyes as I move my mouth for him. Then I decide it's time to make him cum. I cup my tongue up under the soft underside of his erection, surround the underside of the head and over the hole, push him up tight and hard, lock him against the roof of my mouth...my special trick. I'm going to make him cum whether he wants to or not. He won't be able to resist. I know how to do this. I know how to please a real man, how to end it for him. I hold him tight in my suction grip, my wet little mouth holding him in place, start to pump fast and in tight little circles. I move on him quickly, darting, so fast. And it happens almost as soon as I start. He cums hard as I hold him tight and do my little trick, my short little effective strokes, I swallow it all. As he spurts, very heavy at first, I open my throat for him. I release the grip I had with my tongue, feel the rhythmic spurts, first fast and hard, then soft and dripping, taste him completely. Hold him tight and milk him with my mouth, now running his cock in and out as deeply as I can without choking, almost full length. I eat his cum for him. When he finishes he pushes my head a way, rough and dismissive. So fast that his cock 'pops' out of my mouth, feel some of his come drip to my chin. Even somewhat soft he's big. I feel a twinge of jealousy. She will never be able to get that from me. I feel hurt, say nothing. "Wow." He sits up on the edge of the bed. Naked in only cock harness at his feet, I turn my eyes to the floor. Then look up at him with doe eyes. "Did I do it right for you, Daddy?" "She was right. You are a gifted little bitch." He stands, wipes his cock on the side of my face. Then takes the spread on my bed and wipes himself clean on it. Pulls up his underwear and pants. He's through with me. "You know, what I just gave to you she can't get from you." He laughs. "I don't know why I've at times been jealous of a faggot like you, but I have. She is so fucking protective of you. She loves you, it's obvious. But I think she loves you like a little puppy dog, like a baby, not like a man." He walks to the door. "She's my girlfriend. Not yours. Let's get moving. I have people I want you to meet, people from the party earlier. You are being expected. Get moving." He waits as I hurry to stuff all my things into an overnight bag. Will he hurt me? He's so big, so strong, remember the time he hurt me in my cage, the one she milks me in. I feel myself tremble, shudder at his somewhat cruel tone. I hurry back into my pink boots. Do lipstick, no time for eye makeup. Looking around my room, do I have all that I need? Split second of memory flashes back to me as I see her room across the hall, remember the first time he came into Mistress Marisa's home. ******************* "What the fuck is this?" He laughs, enters your bedroom, you on his arm. You look to me, smile up at him. "This is the surprise, the kinky thing you said you had to show me?" He stares at the cage, at me. "You know princess, you've have heard me talk about him before." You move into the room, put your back to him, he unzips your dress. As you wiggle out of it, lay it across the end of your bed he walks to my cage, looks down, sees my naked back and rear through the top of the thin bars. You join him, look down at me, put your hand on top of the cage. "I do, have seen this girly boy on your cell phone, that picture of him dressed like a woman, thought about him, but have never seen him like this. I like it. Like that he's there and I'm her, with you." I hear you giggle, kiss his cheek. Feel my face flush, look to the side away from you, his shoes and legs next to my cage, almost at my face, inches away on the floor. "You know, Marisa, you and this bitch aren't the only ones with a kinky streak." You laugh out loud, truly laugh. "Baby, you have no idea, none. But I appreciate the effort, I do." You are in all black. Short little black dress on the end of the bed hangs over the edge. Black seamed stockings, garter belt, spike heel pumps, lace top underwire push up bra, makeup prefect, hair up in a tight bun behind your head, shows off your shoulders and huge gold hoop earrings that just barely touch your soft shoulders, bounce, caress them. So dominant, so beautiful. "Notice how my earrings match the little ring around his balls? Am I good or what, so well accessorized, me and my little bitch boy." You move to this man, kiss him on the cheek again, run your hand up his back. He looks down and for the first time sees the ring that holds my penis and balls outside of the tiny metal circled hole on the cage door, locked outside of the cage. The milking hole holds me tightly in place. You move away from him, to the door. "I'm going to freshen up, do some girl things, I'll meet you in the next bedroom over. The one I play with a real man in. I just wanted to check on my baby, make sure he's safe. You can look but don't touch." You walk to the hall, we hear your heels click on the floor, going to your master bathroom and makeup room. He looks down at me. I hear him slightly giggle. 'Princess'. I like that name. Don't like it much that she even thinks about this little thing." Feel him bend down and flick the end of my penis with his finger, stretched out and soft. He hears me whimper. "Please, Sir, please..." I beg him not to hurt me. He sits on the leather ottoman at the door of my cage, your 'milking stool' as you taught me to think of it. It is where you sit to masturbate me when and if you decide to reward me with your hand. "Please what?" He moves up closer, looks in at me from behind. "Do you fuck her? With that baby thing?" Feel his finger bounce just the end of my exposed and trapped penis twice, feel his finger trace the gold ring, the cage trap door holding it all tightly in place. Feel him pinch me. I cry out softly, don't want to make him mad, don't want to ever disappoint my Goddess. "Can't imagine her ever touching that." "No, sir...please don't hurt me." I bury my face in my hands. "She only uses me to make her cum, never her man, not like you, sir." Balls red, stretched like little tomatoes, sack stretched thin over each, slight crevice, fold between them, penis pointed straight down at the floor, all pulled back tight, displayed and exposed on the cage metal door. "But she lets you put that in her?" Feel him slap my right ball with his middle finger, pulled back against his thumb and released quickly, flicks it hard. Can't hold it back, I cry out, loud. "Uhhhhhhhh, please, don't, please..." I feel the second flick of his finger, harder, only sound in the room is my cries, feel my eyes fill with tears. "Does she? You fuck her with this, seriously?" He flicks me again, center of my soft penis. I scream, cry out so loud the neighbors could hear if your milking room were not sound proof, as are all your playrooms. Then I hear the sound of your heels in the hall, fast, rushing, very hurried walking, almost running to the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You are mad as much as you are mystified. You move to his side, pull his hand away from me, slap it hard. Can see you in the mirror, beautiful, just silk robe tied up around your waist, hair down, makeup more spectacular than before, him still in coat and tie, I am openly crying in my cage before both of you. "I was just playing, come on. You must know that this is what he wants, no?" He looks up at you, puts his hand on your rear and pulls you closer to him. "And if he does, it's my place, not yours." Feel you lean forward, you place your soothing hand over my balls, cup them, pet my penis. "Baby, I'm sorry, really am. This fucker needs to learn that you're mine, not his." He runs his hand up the crack of your rear under your robe, lifts it slightly in front, see you as you stand next to him, see his fingers caress your thigh, see you spread slightly to allow him to feel your baby smooth pussy. I see it all. He stands, takes you up by both arms, kisses you. "Are we going to argue over him or am I going to do fuck you, girl." He puts one of your hands on the front of his pants. He's rock hard, hear you swoon, girlish like. "Oooooo, baby, I like that. Did you get that hard on over his little balls when you touched them or over this?" You take his hand, push it down on your pussy, up under your short robe, you are wet, so wet. You lean in and French kiss him. He takes your arm. "Don't want to make any more mistakes. Which room are you taking me to? I want to make it right for hurting your little prize puppy dog. Make up sex already?" He says that into your ear, hear you breath heavily, giggle, respond to his voice. You look down at me in my cage. "Baby, Mama's gonna be busy for an hour or two. Maybe three or four." Hear you giggle that sexy girlish laugh, see you looking up at him, your hand still on the front of his pants tracing the outline of his erection. "You be a good boy. I know you can. He's not going to hurt you ever again. I'll punish him real good, teach this big bad man a lesson." You hear him laugh. "Yeah, maybe by having me cum all over you." He kisses you so deep, feel my heart go to my throat. Hear you moan, 'the girl sound', I hear the melting for him 'super hot and wet' girl sound'. I feel my crying go on softly, feel the tears in my eyes, on my cheeks, but for something other than the pain from his hand. I feel a surge of white hot jealousy. He is to you what you will never let me be. Watch the two of you walk, see his hand up under your robe from behind, across your naked and exposed rear, I feel the tears in my eyes, my balls throb, light goes out and the room goes dark. You leave the door open. I hear the two of you in the next room, muted, soft talk, laughter. For the next almost five hours, soft conversation, moaning, often very pitched and excited moments, hear you cum, cry out his name, hear him slap against you, hear the bed...over and over. I hear you fucked repeatedly. I also hear my tears, hear them fall on the cage metal floor. The first time I met your special lover, first time I learned that he too was special to you, that he would be a regular fixture around your estate. ************* I have seen him fuck you many times since then, in many rooms of your house. I have never been 'given' to him, he's never been interested in me sexually. Now I'm going with him for the weekend. He's 'baby sitting' me, your sissy boy, I am his to do with as he pleases. You have made that clear. Told me in no uncertain terms that this is a big step for me, you told me before leaving for your trip away to 'be a big boy and do not disappoint'. "Let's go, don't worry about clothing, you won't need it for what I have planned for you. Just shoes and makeup, that slippery stuff you use for your disgusting pillow fucking show thing, you'll need that. And know right now that none of that amuses me. It may amuse the men you'll be given to this weekend but not me, bitch." He walks to me, takes my bag before it's zipped all the way, takes my arm roughly. He marches me to the stairs. He rushes me naked and in just ankle boot heels to his car, out the door and to your driveway. Opens the back seat and pushes me in. I am naked, I feel that terror of that! I feel my bag hit my foot as it is tossed in after me. I don't say a word, look out the window as his car leaves your drive, cold leather seat on my rear. He says nothing all the way to his house. When we get to his house he pulls into the garage, shuts off the car, closes the garage door. He turns to me, "Don't fucking move." He looks at me, glares, then exits the car. Sitting alone, naked, in a strange garage, I feel a tear in my eye, don't dare start to cry. An hour goes by, can see his dash clock. Feel like jumping and running. I don't dare. I hear one, then another car pull into his drive, hear it through the closed door. Then a third, some laughing, muted. Feel my heart skip a beat, start to shake, feel so afraid. I am trapped naked and alone. Little naked rear on his leather seat, little soft penis in only ankle boots, I am the perfect sissy. Then the light comes on in the garage. It's him. He comes back into the garage fast. Opens the door, takes my arm gently. "Come on, princess girl. Let's go get to know each other. Get to know a few of my friends too. Let's move, move, move. Some folks from the party last night didn't want it all to end as abruptly as it did. We're going to have a real good time." Feel him lead me to my feet, pull me from the car. He holds me by one arm tightly as he takes my bag from the floor of his back seat. Me in one hand, my bag in the other, he leads me to his house. He turns to me, stops at the door, face up close to mine. "You do everything to please me just like you do my woman, my Marisa, you be on your very best behavior. I won't have to mark your little ass, she will. Trust me bitch, I can make that happen. Mark you real good!" He pulls me up on my toes. "Let's go." I hear my heels click on his garage floor and up the stairs into his hall. He leads me to a bathroom off the hallway. I can hear others in the front of his house, hear muted laughter, chatter, music. He pushes me into the bathroom, releases my arm. He hands me my bag, pushes it at me. "Make yourself real pretty, big girl eyes like she had you do when you fucked that pillow. Don't let me down, make it all happen. And don't keep me waiting. Get real sissy girly and get into the front room and back to me. Move." Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 05 He slaps my bare bottom. Smiles at me before he leaves. "You really were very good at sucking my dick. Don't think that was lost on me, baby. Now, let's get all prettied up and be a good party girl." He turned and left, closed the door. I just stared into the mirror. Petrified. Wanting my Mistress to be with me so bad. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 06 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *************************** His cock is huge. I barely get my hand to close around it. The head of it glistens from the k-y as my hand moves over the top, mixed with his pre cum, so slippery. He pants softly, whimpers, writhes as my hand moves up and down the entire length of his massive erection. He's naked, spread-eagle and restrained on a stainless steel metal table. A small pillow under his rear end pushes his penis up high for all to see. That is the point. Standing next to him in my little pink dress, pink heels and white lace ankle sox, I see the reflection of the boy, myself, see it all in the mirror as I bend over him. My butt is exposed slightly under my dress revealing ruffled panties that conceal a locking cock harness and locking dildo in my tiny little hole. The faint hint of stripes from a severe whipping three days ago to the backs of my legs shows slightly above my stocking tops. I see the crowd of guests behind me looking on, milling around. All ladies, all dear friends of yours, they are regular guests at these type gatherings at my Mistress Marisa's estate. I see you approach. "Princess, slower! You want your butt spanked again, do you? If he cums prematurely you go to the punishment room." You stand at the edge of the raised stage. It's two feet off the floor. I hear you talk such that the boy and I can hear, hiss your dissatisfaction with me. "My guests are here to see his stamina. For now, anyway. Maybe make him cum in your face, know you'd like that you, little bitch. Slower, tease him. Only tease, baby doll. Don't make me tell you again!" "I'm sorry, Mistress, sorry...", you move away from me in mid-sentence. You turn and drift back to the other ladies in the room. I see you in the mirror. Several of your guests come up to you. I can hear them as they complement you on your latest acquisition--the naked boy on the table. "He is big, like that a lot, how do you find them, Marisa. He's like a fucking horse. You are willing to part with him, I hope?" A lady friend stares at the scene on the stage, the table before her. "For the evening, Shelly. Just for the evening. He's my property, honey" The two of you laugh. You sip from your champagne flute. My only job is to keep the boy at the peak of erection. Throbbing erection, my job is to maintain it. You are exhibiting his penis. He is well muscled, smooth and firm, has a very well developed body. My hand moves on him, I am being very careful to feel for any hint of climax, throbbing. I stroke rhythmically up and down on him. His penis stands straight up, 10" at least. The boy looks eighteen years old at most. He actually turned twenty-two weeks ago, came to you courtesy of your friend Barbara. She literally gave him to you. ***** "You know I love you, Marisa. It's a gift from George. He sends his best.", heard her say as she breezed past me at your door the day the boy arrived at your estate, the boy on a leash led to your library. Listened as to you I did my dusting in the hallway. "He's been trained to be bred, can be used to fuck your stable of sissy boys over and over. He's gifted to say the least. And he can go on forever. But I think when you see his cock you'll want to use him for other duties. Your lover boy gonna give you trouble when he sees this one? He's beautiful." I hear her laugh. See her in the hall mirror take down the boy's pants fast, jerks them to his knees. Hear you gasp, much girlish laugh. "Oh my." Hear you and then hear your heels click as you walk around him, inspect him. "I don't know if I'll tell my lover about this one. Nice. And he's cute too, pretty face." You run your hand down the length of his hanging penis. "What's your name, baby boy?" "Michael, Ma'am." His cock responds instantly to your touch, jumps semi erect. He keeps his eyes to the floor. "Do know your place, Michael, you a good boy?" You take his cock in your hand. He goes fully erect. "Oh yes, Ma'am, yes. I do. Please believe me..." "Shhhh, we'll see. You are a pretty one, Michael." "George has been working with him for over a year." Barbara moves to the couch and sits. "I bet he has. The old faggot." The two of you laugh. I know 'George'. I'm sent to him for punishment. Hate him, hate going to him, always very cruel with me, takes advantage of me sexually in the most brutal ways. And now here is this boy sent from him in your house, a gift! That was two months ago. He's been in your bed almost every night since you acquired him. I'm so jealous I can hardly contain myself. Pushed out of your attention almost entirely since you started 'getting to know him', as you told me you were going to do. Whip marks on my back thighs are there because I begged to be able to make a worship puddle, cum on the floor in front of you, be taken to your special room, kneel at your feet, kiss your hand, your feet, pleading for your attention. Was told I was a spoiled brat, I was told I needed to learn self-control, taken to the whipping room instead and whipped with a cane until I almost bled. Huge letters written on the white board in front of me as I was restrained over the whipping horse read, 'SELFISH LITTLE BITCH'. ***** I can hear the slippery noise as his erection moves through my hand, the slippery, squishy noise as I feel every bit of him. So jealous looking down at him, don't dare show it. His butt moves on the table, clenches. He knows not to cum, knows it won't end well for him if he does. I almost want him to. But know that if he does I'll be beaten far more severely than he will, if he's punished at all. "Marisa, I want to get on that, I'd fuck him right here if you'd let me." A slightly drunk woman walks to the stage. "Don't you dare. The bidding starts after dinner. Only one lady takes him home for the evening. And he'd better come home to me with no marks. He's for fucking, not beating." You say that loud enough for all to hear. You clap your hands loudly, get the attention of twenty some ladies in the room. "Girls, dinner first. Let's go to the dining room. I have a spectacular dinner planned. We can freshen our drinks first, later you'll see Michael on the block. All prettied up. You'd better have brought your check books, you know this is for my favorite charity. Ladies, shall we?" You gesture toward the big doors at the end of the hall. As they start to move away from milling around the slight stage, the table and the boy I bend over, you walk to the back of me. As the last women moves to the dining room and the doors close you step up onto the stage. "Get your hand off of him." You look down at him, run your hand over his hair. "Baby, you going to be a good boy for the lady I send you too, good boy like you are for me?" You purr to him, stroke his hair. You take his cock in your hand. "Yes, Ma'am, yes. You know I will." He looks up at you, submissively. "I know you will. You'll be back in my bed soon. You just be good, make me proud of you." You kiss his forehead, then his lips. Your hand runs over the head of his cock. "Bitch, I want him unrestrained, move." You watch as I unbuckle the padded cuffs that hold his ankles and wrists to the table. "Take him to the showers, get that mess off of his cock, you wash him personally." You start to leave the stage. You suddenly stop, turn to me. "Wait. You wanted my attention. You've earned a reward, little bitch. Michael stay still, hands at your sides. Princess, put him in your mouth. Move, you have two minutes. Move!" You watch as I hurry to bend forward, take his erection in my hand and bury the head of it in my mouth. "Don't you dare make him cum, bitch. Just play for your reward. Two minutes." You look to your watch. I can taste the k-y, the precum, lick the hole of his penis with my tongue, careful to keep my mouth on him, can only get two inches of him into my throat. I am so jealous of this boy, feel his butt move as he pumps slightly. Wish he'd never have come into your house. I suck him as respectfully as I can. Give my mouth to him. I feel his hand go to the back of my head, pushes me down on him, chokes me. "Michael, you naughty boy." You laugh. Smile at him, look back at your watch. "Michael, you know this turns me on to watch this." You look back at your watch. The time passes. "That's it, off of him!" You start for the doors as you see me hurry to pull my head back off of him. "You'll thank me later for that, bitch. Hurry and get him cleaned up, fix your make up, get with the staff, find out from Ilsa what serving position you're in. I'll see your little sissy working hard to serve my lady friends in the dining room." I see you walk to the doors. Open and close them behind you. "It's only a matter of time before I get to beat you like she does." He glares at me. "I'm going to see to that." He swings his muscled legs off the table, bounces to the floor. I say nothing, move to the two stairs leading to the floor. "Fuck you too, fuck your sissy ass. You know that's gonna happen, Princess." He takes me by my arm, pats my butt. He laughs loud. "Please, I don't want to keep her waiting." I hear laugh again as I pull away from him. I take lipstick from my tiny purse, hurry to fix my lips. I follow him, thinking about washing him, his cock, I think about making him squeaky clean for the auction block, and then reporting quickly to the kitchen. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 07 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *************************** I hear you ring your bell. Hurrying to your bedroom I almost trip on my 4" spike heel shoes on the stairs. You decided that my housework not only requires serious attention to detail, it also requires a serious reminder of who I am, what I am. So very hard to do the menial duties associated with cleaning toilets, dusting, laundry, etc., but even harder in 4" spike heels. You know that, you find that amusing. You like how heels accentuate my little rear end and legs as I scurry around your house keeping it spotless. "Yes, Mam?" I enter your room. I see you sitting on the bed. You're wearing only a short pink silk robe, sipping from a full wine glass. You motion with your index finger for me to come to you. "Come here, baby." You smile up at me as I move to the front of you. I stare silently as I watch you take the key from a drawer in your bedside table and unlock my cock harness. I wince as you pull it off quickly, don't dare yelp, cry out. That can lead to a whipping. That can lead to being scolded about not being grateful to have it removed. I hold my tongue. I feel you run your hand up over my little thing. You turn me to the side with your other hand. I feel your hand go to the curve of my rear, feel you cup my left cheek, finger tips gently come to rest in the soft top of the crack between my cheeks just up over the tops of my legs. You feel goose bumps rise on my butt as you keep your hand in place. I see you smile, see you in the mirror, see you looking at my cheeks and legs. I hear you whisper to yourself, softly, 'cute, so fucking cute, like a baby'. "Baby, I want you to something for me." Your look up at my face. You start to gently stroke my little penis, feel it stir under your hand. "Mama needs to cum. Real bad. And I've decided that I don't want to wait for my lover to come to me. That, and I have a very hot idea I've been thinking about for a while. I'm going to let you act like a big boy, like a real man." You giggle loudly as you say that, girlish and flirty. You almost spit the words out and giggle. I feel you start to stroke me, working to bring me to full erection. I feel you fingers tease and play with my wet spot. My little thing is bursting to stand straight up for you, feel it start to throb in your hand. "Ooooo, that's it. My little man." See you look back down, look at my penis "Would you like to help your Mistress cum, would you, baby doll?" You purr, so sexy. You are fully aware of my complete excitement, coupled with apprehension. I know that I might be used in some painful and sadistic way to make that happen. You know I would gladly do that for you, do anything for you. You sense my complete devotion. It intoxicates you. "Yes, Mistress, please, I would love..." Cut off in mid-sentence, I feel your hand tighten on my rear end. I feel you hold me in place by my butt, your hand on my penis starts to pump faster, drives me to a rock hard little erection. "Don't you dare cum. Better not. I'm going to have you do something for me that I want so bad right now. I just can't wait for my lover to visit me. And I need to use you, Princess. You're going to give me what I want." You stand. I see you take some k-y from your bed side table. I watch as you squeeze it onto your finger, lift your robe and push some of it up between your cheeks, see you bend forward and put your hand up between your legs, lift one leg slightly to do so, to lubricate yourself behind. Tossing the k-y to the table, you move to the bed, mount it facing away from me quickly. "Take off that dress, want you in only your little shoes and naked, hurry up, sissy boy." I quickly strip away my short servant girl dress. I see you bend forward onto your hands, your knees pushing your rear up high. You lower yourself onto your forearms. Without even looking back over your shoulder to acknowledge me, staring straight ahead into the mirror facing you, I hear you say so softly, "You better be a good boy." I stare hypnotized by the beauty in front of me as you slowly pull your robe up over the beautiful curve of your rear, soft slip of a robe slowly moving up onto the middle of your naked back. You spread your cheeks by pulling your knees apart, ankles and feet splayed out. "You cum in my ass and I'll have Ilsa deal with you in the morning, put you in the cage next to her office overnight." I shaking, quivering looking at you on the bed, so hot, so sexy, so very much want to just lick and kiss what I see before me. I want to do what you've had me do so lovingly before so many times, bury my face in your rear end. But you have other plans. And then you say it. "Put that little thing into my butt. I want my ass fucked." I freeze, stare at you in the mirror. All the time I've been a slave in your house this has never happened, never before. "Don't look so surprised, princess. Tonight you get to play at being a big strong man. My lover does this all the time to me. Do it. Just fucking do it! If I have to tell you again I may change my mind." You look back over your shoulder at me, smile a devilish little smile. You look back at me and then back into the mirror. You see my shock, afraid to move. I hurry to the back of you, put my boy-like erection to your tight little rear end. I put the head to your hole. I push it in so slowly, hold it with one hand, guide myself into you, feel myself pop into your warm tight hole. Instantly squeezed so tight, so tight. I'm dizzy, lost to it. "Do it like you mean it! Put it in and start working, hold my hips, baby. Fuck me! I can barely feel that thing." It snaps me out of my somewhat loving dream, know I have to do what you want the way you want it. I see you close your eyes, push the side of your face onto the bed under you. As I start to fuck as directed by you, you moan softly, wiggle a bit back onto me. I see you look up into the mirror, stare at me in it. I hear you laugh. "Don't be afraid of hurting me, baby. I can barely feel it." You wink at me in the mirror. "When he does this he almost makes me cry. Now fuck. Dont' make me tell you again." I watch as you lose yourself to it all, feel you tighten around me as I run my penis in and out of you full length. I slam into you. I feel you start to heave more strongly, push back on me, see you reach back and spread your cheeks with your hands, pull yourself apart, hear you breath as you push back against me as I push into you. 'Uh, uh, uh, uh,'...over and over, you are lost to it. So afraid of cumming, so afraid to stop. I stop slightly, slow down, try to control myself and start to back off. "You gonna cum, sweetie?" You release your cheeks, put your arms in front of you, raise up and look at me in the mirror. A very serious look on your face. "If he knew, if he only knew, he'd beat you with a belt. And I wouldn't stop him." I see you smile, lick your lips. "I told him I wouldn't let you do things like this, just lick me back there. Should I tell him my little man tried to play like a real man?" You see me work for you, so wanting to please, to do what you want. Sound of your bed shaking, the lubricant squishing sound of me running in and out of your tightest hole. "I don't think there's much chance of him finding out from stretching me out, do you, honey?" You laugh loud when you say that, see you reach over and take your watch from the bedside table. "I want you to pump as hard and as fast as you can but not until I tell you to. When I say 'go' you fuck my ass hard and fast, do not stop no matter what. You fight the feeling to cum, fight it! We both know the feeling I'm talking about." I see you hold the watch in your hand, like you are timing a race. Hear you say, 'GO!' I start to fuck furiously, fuck so hard I think I'm hurting you. Hear you laugh softly as you stare at the watch. "Come on, fuck me!!" You push your rear up an inch, arch your back and hold it up to me. "You little sissy, let you put it in me like this and you just play at it??? Fuck me, baby, faster!" See you stare at me and then look back down at your watch. Almost detached and oblivious to what I'm doing for you. This all amuses you greatly. You know exactly what you are doing. "Mistres please, please...I'm..." I whimper, feel panic. "Don't you stop! You stop and I'll slap your face right off!" I see you smile at your watch as you say that, not even looking at me. And then it happens. I cum, can't help it, can't help myself. It just happens, feel myself drip into you, want to cry, feel like I've let you down. Can not stop, can not control myself. I hear you laugh softly, smile back at me in the mirror, just watch as I cum in you. "Don't you stop!" I feel you push back hard against me. "Are you done yet? Done with your dirty little act? Are you? And don't lie, keep pumping until you're done with the last of it." You look back at me in the mirror. "Yes, Mistress, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself." I feel a tear well up, think I've let you down. You pull away, my little thing slips out of you, points to the floor, hangs limp, shiny and limp, feel it tighten as I think about how mad you must be. I see just the hint of my cum on your rear. You drop your watch on the bed, hurry off of it and stand facing the mirror at the end of the bed. "Kneel behind me, quickly. Put your mouth over me, all of me, want that mouth covering my asshole, move." You lift your robe up slightly, spread your legs, as I bury my face in your rear end. You reach back and spread yourself, release your cheeks slowly as they close around my face, my face deep up into your rear end. "Put your fingers on my pussy, I'm wet you know. Now we are going to make Mama cum. Use your fingers on me while you suck my ass, I want to cum at least twice, princess. And I want to feel that tongue of yours." You moan softly as I start to work you with my hand, fingers in you and then back out, run my index finger up over your clit, run it all around your dripping wet lips. You feel my mouth cover you from behind, hear my tongue lick as my cum runs out of you. You feel my tongue move in and out of your tight little hole. "Baby, that tongue of yours is almost bigger than your little dick." I hear you start to breathe heavily as you push back against me. "Two and half minutes, baby. Took two and a half minutes of full-on fucking for you to lose control. You know when you hear me in her screaming sometimes"..., I hear you talk through very heavy deep sexy breathing, "...that's him doing what you just did. He can fuck me like that forever, sometimes think he's going to put me in the hospital. Fucks my ass for over an hour like that if he wants before he cums. Love that man! That's what a real man does, baby doll." I hear you whimper, moan as my finger moves in you. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, right there, right there!" I feel you push your butt back against my face hard, taste my cum and your rear end as I swallow it all, messy and slippery, pushing my face up into you, k-y taste around the tight edges of your warm little hole. "Ooooooooooooooooo, right there, keep it right there....oooooooooooooo, yes!!" I feel you heave, feel the rhythmic spasm as you cum. You put your hands on your knees, bend slightly forward, push your butt back into my face, your slightly squating, feel your little hole tighten on my tongue, feel you tighten on my finger. "Yessssssssssss, nice job, baby." You stand, straighten, push my head away. I see you move away from me. You let your robe drop over your beautiful hips and rear end. "Don't you move, you stay right there on your knees." See you move to the head of the bed, pick up your wine glass take a large drink. You turn and look at me. "Did you get all of that shameful mess out of me?" "Yes, Mistress, I think so." I look to the floor, it's all over my face, cum on my lips and chin. "I knew you'd cum. Like we didn't know that was going to happen? You little bitch, no control. Just wanted to see how long it would take. You know when I let you fuck me, put that thing in my pussy, you last a lot longer. In fact you don't ever cum in me, always make me cum like a good boy and then push you away before you make your mess. Don't I, baby? But then again I never make you work like that either. Do I? Little fucking race horse." You laugh, move to the front of me. "No, Mam, never." "Why is that, baby, why don't I let you fuck like that?" "It's for real men, not sissies." I feel you looking down at me, feel you stare at my nakedness. I'm in only heels and sissy makeup. I deeply feel my place in your life. Hear you laugh so hard it shocks me. I look up at you. "That's right, baby, that's right. You are so fucking precious. And so fucking right" You slip off your robe, toss it to the bed. You turn and present your rear to my face. Reaching back you spread your butt wide. "Round two, sweetie. Like I said, Mama wants to cum tonight, horny little girl. Real bad, Mama wants to cum, put your face back up in there. Let's make Mama cum again real good." You laugh so cutely, playing to amuse yourself. I hurry to bury my face in your butt, bury my tongue in you. After half an hour of using my face and tongue to fuck your ass you cum hard again, finish and push me away. You take my dress off the chair and wipe your rear end with it. Without a word you walk to me, still naked, take me by my ear gently. You pull me up quickly, lead me from your room. You lead me down the stairs, down into the basement, passed your worship room, lead me to the cage room next to Ilsa's office. The Matron of your estate, hate seeing her room. As quickly as you lead me to this room you open one of several cages. "Take off your shoes, hurry up. I don't want your sissy girl shoes all scuffed up!" You watch as I slip out of my shoes. You point to the cage and snap your fingers. "Move!" You close the door as I scamper in, naked feeling the cold metal floor on my hands and knees. "I'm going to leave a 'white-board' at the foot of Ilsa's door, tell her about you, write 'lost control, came in less than five minutes'. When she comes in tomorrow morning she'll know what you need. I let you fuck my ass and you can't even last five minutes. Five minutes was all I was looking for, would have taken you into my bed, baby doll. Five fucking minutes!" You walk to the door, see you standing there, naked, radiant, so pretty. "And if you shit in that cage, piss in there, Ilsa will deal with that too. Now be a good boy and think about how generous I'm being with you. I let you keep your cock harness off, didn't I? Didn't I?" "Yes, Ma'am, thank you, thank you..." You interrupt me. "You keep that fucking cage clean." You turn off the lights, close the door behind you. I see your shadow move away from the crack under the door, see the light in the hall go out. Pitch black in Ilsa's cage room. I reach back and feel my soft penis, taste you all over my mouth. I can think of nothing other than how much I am yours, how much I want to be given a second chance. I feel my little penis start to get hard in my hand. I think to of Ilsa and what it will take to make her know I'm truly sorry that I couldn't even satisfy the woman I worship and adore, that I couldn't last for five minutes. I start to cry softly, hold my soft penis as I do. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 08 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** "You know, I only ask one thing of you. It can't be that hard to get it right." You are standing next to me. Dressed in tight black riding pants, tight black crisp high collar blouse, short and soft leather gloves, can see your spike heel boots. You stomp one boot to the floor for emphasis. "Are you stupid? Are you?!?! Speak!" Feel the vicious whip come down hard across the backs of my thighs. Stretched so tight, that alone is extremely painful, stretched to the furthest ankle and wrist restraint eye-hooks on the legs of the wooden whipping horse, naked in only locking cock cage and held tight, feel two more blows. I scream, sobbing, shaking, my voice stammering. "No, Mistress, no, please, please...", almost incoherent, babbling through heavy tears..."No, Mistress, no, want to please, be smart, pleeeeeease..." "Shut up!" You drop the whip to the floor, run your gloved hand over my rear. The backs of my legs are covered with welts, rising center welts inside the strap marks from the tawse, one of your cruelest paddles. Hear you breathe slightly heavy, both from the violent steady whipping and the fact that you are wet, excited, very turned on. Always wet when this happens, always. Soaked panties inside your tight black pants, to punish me like this sexually excites you greatly. You bend, start to unfasten the straps that hold me in place. "Be still. If I break a nail doing this I'll leave your fucking ass over this fucking horse for a week, think I'm kidding?" I struggle to hold myself perfectly still, shaking but staying as still as I can. Fifty strokes across my rear and tops of my legs, welts throb and burn, I force myself to cry so gently , whimper, try to stay still and not quiver and shake as you unfasten my ankle and wrist restraints. You stand. I hear your heels click loud on the tile floor. Indignant heels, angry heels, feel you reach down and take my ear. Feel you pull me up off the horse. You say nothing as I scream from the pain of climbing up hurriedly to my bare feet, feel the welts flex across my butt as I move. I am dragged to the corner, stood up in front of the hook. I feel you quickly position it at my butt, feel the ice cold steel rounded bulbous hook slid into place. I feel it as it enters my rectum, feel it move up inside of me, feel it hoisted to the point of almost up-on-my-toes discomfort. Cold steel butt plug, big round ball at the end of it up deep inside of me, I cry. You leave me like that, hurry to the wooden cabinet on the opposite wall, return with a collar and wrist cuffs. As quickly as you pulled me to the corner, I am collared, my wrists cuffed to my neck. You pull a chair up just feet from me. You sit and stare up at me. Watch as I slightly struggle at he anal hook holding me up on my toes. See my feet barely shift, know that the hook is more than uncomfortable, pulled it up to just that almost impossible point. You stare. You watch me sob, tears still flowing. And then in a mocking, stern and cruel voice you speak to me. I focus on your lips, see them spit words out at me. You are mocking what I said to you, said that drove you to fury. "You said you'd take my cage off, said you might touch it, maybe stay home tonight, mistress, please, please, please touch me", your face mocking, nose wrinkled, over accentuating the words, mocking my plaintive plea to you the night you let me lick you from behind, just two days ago. "I only ask one thing of you, bitch, and that is concentration. And I want it only in one fucking area. One! Concentration in the area of perfection! How perfect do you think it was two days ago to leave my panties on the floor when you went up to draw my bath? Even let you pick out the pretty outfit I wore for my lover and his friends. Do you know how pissed off I was when he rang my bell, I come downstairs to leave and my fucking dirty panties are on the floor!!! Fuck. I slapped your face, you had to know I was mad, you're lucky I didn't have time to deal with you then. And what if guests had been on their way in the door, saw a messy house, my panties on the fucking floor??? What the fuck were you thinking? Or not fucking thinking?" You lean forward. Take the key you always wear around your neck and quickly unlock my cock harness. Without warning you pull it off, hear me yelp, hear me scream out as you pull the locking ring from around my balls, little thing snaps and bounces. Naked with just the permanent gold ring around the back of my balls, I quiver, hear the metal holding my wrists to my collar tinkle, move slightly from foot to foot. "We both know what you were thinking. Thinking about your selfish needs, not mine. Thinking about this little thing. You start thinking with your big head instead of this tiny little insignificant one...", your slap my soft penis hard, send me into dancing from foot to foot spasm, "...and maybe I'd touch it more the way we both know you love." You stand and walk to the cabinet again, take a small flexible tightly braided whip from it. Start to cry hard again as I see you push your chair aside. "Touch it? Touch it with my hand? That's what you wanted, right, what you asked for, thought I was going to do for you, right? Let you lick my ass, help me dress and you couldn't stop thinking about that selfish tiny embarrassing little baby dick? Am I right, baby doll? Left my panties on the floor for all to see?" You move to the side of me as you say that, see me bow my head, know not to speak until told to do so when I'm down here with you. You scream so close to me I jump. "SPEAK!" "Yes, Mistress, was thinking only of me, only of myself, I'm sorry, Mistress, so sorry, please believe me, so sorry, was thinking of me, will never...", gushing, stammering through tears, I look to you. "Shut up. I've heard enough. Have heard it all before, haven't I?" You move to the side of me, make room for your whip to hit with maximum force. "Well, baby doll, here's my hand." You hold it up, gripping the whip tightly. "And you wanted me to touch that little thing with it, right?" You stare at my face, watch me cry so hard, verge of hysterical tears. Out of control, can't hold back, I murmur... "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry..." "You are. You really are. You certainly got that part right." You start to whip my penis. You move with my dance, my dance to avoid the whip. I am bent forward slightly. You copy my every move away from you, follow me as I try to turn, hear you shout out the words 'I-WILL-NOT-LEAVE-MY-MISTRESSES-PANTIES-ON-THE-FLOOR...' each word a crack of the whip across my soft penis. Another blow, then another, then another, on and on. Your heels clatter around me on the floor as I am whipped hard. When you finish you walk calmly to the cabinet and hang the whip back up. The only sound in the room is my crying and screaming. You return to the front of me, re-position your chair two feet away for me. "Cry baby, go ahead, cry. You should. I want this to sink in. Only ask ONE fucking thing from you!! Perfection!!! I told you one more week and I was going to touch it like you like. I was going to show my little man how special he is to me. And you are special when you please me! You brought this on yourself." You lean forward, inspect closely my hurt and swollen little penis. "You know Mamma loves you. But when you fuck up like that what else am I to do. Fucking spoiled little bitch! You'll learn. You will." You take my cock harness back up off the floor, take my balls in your hand so hard I scream out loudly. You force my penis back in place in the CB6000 cock harness, my swollen and bruised balls pushed into the locking ring that holds the penis tube in place. I cry uncontrollably as mmy red and bruised penis is shoved roughly back into its cage and locked up tight. I hear the lock click shut, feel you roughly toss it out of your hand, wince and rise up on my toes. "Now listen very carefully, sweet thing. The panties you left on the floor two days ago, still up in my room, I put them aside for just this lesson. You'll hold those in your teeth and let them dangle from your mouth while you do your housework, hold them in your mouth in front of anyone that visits, until I tell you otherwise, that had better be clear. It'll be a reminder of what prompted this lesson. And it wasn't my fucking panites! It was your lack of concentration. Pair of dirty panties hanging from your mouth will help you focus, concentrate. And if you disappoint again in your lesson period I'll put them over your head, bring you back down here again." You stand, unfasten my wrists. You take my collar and cuffs off. Drop them to the floor and go to the crank that raises and lowers the anal hook. You pull it up just ever so slightly, hear me howl, rise to the very tips of my toes. "I was going to take that thing off your little dick next Monday, even thought about putting your little thing in my mouth. I haven't decided yet, given your unacceptable behavior, how long we'll keep it caged. Do you agree this is the right thing to do? Speak, baby." You lower the hook, let me down, it hangs from my little hole, starts to slip out. "Yes, Mistress, yes, thank you. Thank you." Still crying softly, feel my penis swollen and aching in its locked harness, feel my balls throb, look at you with wide adoring eyes, feel myself burst into deeper tears. "Thank you. Please don't be mad at me, pleeeeease...". I start to sob even deeper in front of you. "I want you to clean up down here, come to my bedroom. I am so fucking wet I can't stand it. You do touch me deeply, baby doll. I know you know that. I think I'm going to have you make me cum with your mouth before you clean yourself, get madeup and start your housework. And what will you be wearing in addition to your pretty house girl things? Speak." "Your wonderful panties, Mistress, your panties in my mouth, thank you, thank you." You smile, walk to the door. "I could make you clean that fowl hook off with your mouth. But I won't. I'm not a bad Mistress like some are. You know I care deeply for you. Clean that and this entire room, hurry. Mamma wants to cum. I fucking mean hurry. Put all of this away. Have one phone call to make first, better be a good girl and at my bedside when I'm through." You barely hear me as I start to pick up the things in the room, barely hear me thank you, fawn over you. I hurry as fast as I can, almost tripping over myself, want so bad to be in your room with my face between your legs, be able to please you with my mouth. I want so bad to please and amuse you, feel your warm, your touch. I am addicted to you. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 09 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** Standing in front of you naked, hands reaching back behind me and spreading myself, I feel the cool air of the room on my butt. Rear end spread so wide it hurts. Pink toenails, pink fingernails, no makeup, hair combed down and to the side like the emo-like boy you like me to be sometimes, the boy you tease me about looking like. My little thing is soft, tiny, baby like head of my penis peers up just above my little balls. I look like a young boy. You are sitting looking up at me, hair pulled back tightly into a severe bun at the back of your head. You are wearing skin tight form fitting black riding pants with just below the knee soft leather 4" stiletto heel pointed toe boots. You are bare breasted, radiant, hard nipples pointed up toward me. I think to myself that you are my Goddess, want to kneel and kiss your hand, show you my devotion, don't dare move until told to do so. I just pull my cheeks apart and hold them, the position always expected of me when naked before you. I look to the floor as I stand naked and exposed. "Don't freak out, not a fucking word. I'm sending you away for a while. You'll be gone for five days." You see me flinch, unable to control my posture, eyes shoot to you, then back down to the floor. You see panic in my face, my eyes. "I expect excellent results, an excellent report, Princess. You are my best and you'd better be just that." You sit and savor the image before you. You're little plaything to use or give, sell, rent too others to play with. "You're going with Alan. He made a more than generous donation to my charity. I couldn't say no to him." You study my face. He's one of the men that was at your party, bid on me but didn't get me for the evening. I instead went home with a couple that used me mercilessly, still have faint marks across the tops of my legs from the whipping given me by the husband while the wife sat and watched, directed. I thought it would never end. That's all they did to me. Didn't fuck me, beat me almost bloody. I watched, gagged and crying as they had sex after the first whipping. Then it would start again. And again. All night long. I can remember the woman screaming 'Marisa's special little bitch! Look at you now 'baby doll',...' mockingly dragging out your pet name for me, '...you're my little digusting and crying bitch now. And I won't be as good to you as she is. In fact I'm not going to be good to you at all.", was what she said to me. Remember her gesturing for the whipping to continue, directing her husband to be as severe as he could make it. All the welts and marks are gone for the most part. "I know he wanted you. I saw him putting his fingers in you, baby doll, saw him finger fuck you. And I saw him take his time checking that little hole out, playing with it, stroking your butt and back. Don't think I don't notice those things, saw him with you while you were perched on the barstool, saw him petting you. Saw the bulge in his pants too. He likes you. But unfortunately he was out bid." You motion me toward you. You cup your right breast with your hand, raise it up toward me. You take my soft penis in your other hand tightly, yank it up to your extended breast, start running your hard nipple up through the hole. I wince slightly. You push it in roughly, deep, rub your nipple up into my urethra, spreading the soft head. It hurts. I say nothing. Leaning forward, you look up at me, soft eyes and slight smile on your face. "Baby, do know how good that feels? I love this little thing for so many reasons." I feel your hand push your breast up hard against me. "I'm getting wet, can't help myself." I see your eyes close soflty, hear you purr gently. "Ooooo, think about your Mother downstairs, this is making me want to rush to her. Then you release me. You push me back gently away from you. So careful not to let my hands holding my rear apart slip off of my cheeks, I slightly stumble as I move backward, feel the rush of cool room air again on my tight little hole. "You won't be dressing. He's taking you naked. I imagine that'll be a bit frightening to you, naked and alone in the big bad world. But I'm sure it'll be okay. He likes you. He'll take good care of you. If he doesn't I'll take care of him." You brush the precum from my penis off of your nipple as you say that, hold your hand up toward me. I hurry to bend forward and softly lick the wet spot on your out stretched palm. "You made a mess on me, a dirty little mess. Look at my nipple." You smile. "Now, no matter what happens, no matter who he gives you too, no matter where he takes you, you will be on your best behavior, little boy. You do whatever he wants. You know what to do." As you say that the doorbell rings. "There he is." You rise to answer the door, dismiss me as I start to move toward it. "You keep those hands where they are! Stay!" You look back at me, smile. "Good dog." I hear him greet you in the hall, he's not alone. I recognize him from your party. Older very dominant looking man, neatly trimmed beard, very expensive and well tailored suit, he exudes wealth. As he enters the room I hear the younger man next to him say "Ooooo, he'll do nicely, can tell already. Look at that ass!" The younger man was not with him at your party. He is seeing me for the first time. "Calm down, Eric." The older gentleman walks to me. He looks to you and smiles, shakes his head toward the younger man. "Mind your manners!" I feel his hand go to my rear end. "He really is cute, Marisa. But you know that. He's the most submissive one I think I've ever seen in your wonderful estate, his eyes give it all away. He has just the hint of fear, so much better than the others at your party. I so wanted to take him home that night. That bitch Mimi out bid me. I knew she'd not walk away from it no matter how high I went. She as much as told me that at dinner, said she could see I wanted him, wasn't going to let that happen." "Now, now, Mimi's a dear friend." You laugh. "And competition is a healthy thing." I feel his index finger go right to my hole, push up in just like he did at your party as my rear was hung over the edge of the barstool with my penis pushed down tight against it. Displayed like the other little sissy boys at your party prior to the auction. I don't move a muscle, don't wince or tighten. I control my urge to move up onto my toes. I don't resist his finger, don't cry out. "This is the one, Eric." He pulls his finger out of me, takes the silk neatly folded handkerchief from his breast pocket, wipes his finger and hands it to the younger man. "Kiss it. Apologize to our hostess for your outburst." He looks to the younger man, glares at him, sees him kiss the handkerchief. His eyes turn to you. "I'm so sorry, didn't mean to be rude, I was only..." He's cut off in mid-sentence. "That's okay, I understand. He is cute and you couldn't be more right, he does 'do nicely'...whatever you want as a matter of fact. Princess will do it nicely." You laugh, turn to the older man. "And Marisa, I've seen your breasts a hundred times at your gatherings but let me say they've never looked more beautiful than they do right now, exquisite with those pants and boots." He bows to you, takes your hand and kisses it. "Why thank you, Alan. If I didn't know you were a perverted old faggot I'd think you actually meant that." You both laugh, he winks at you. "I have to move along, have business to attend to in my basement. You met Mary at my last party, Princesses lesbian bitch mother? I don't want to keep her waiting, she's been down there in a very uncomfortable position for well over three hours." You look to the clock on the table next to you. "She and I are going to get to know each other in ways she can't imagine, be good to have the house to myself, just me and her." "Certainly." I feel him take my arm, pull it up and off of my right rear cheek, feel my cheeks slam closed as I'm almost pulled off of my feet. He says nothing to me, starts leading me to the door. You and the younger man follow. You can see the abject fear in my eyes. I look to you, plead for rescue from this man with my plaintive eyes. I had no idea he was coming to take me away. Was only a half hour ago told to strip naked and be in the living room, drop my cleaning duties and report to you, I did so immediately, hurried to do as ordered as fast as I could. I see your beautiful breasts bounce slightly as you walk along side of the man holding and pulling my arm roughly. He kisses your cheek at the door as you open it, his hand on your naked back. A flood of sunlight pours into your foyer. I see his long black limo in the drive, the chauffer leaning up against the car looks to the door. "I want him back in one piece." You look to me. "And you, baby doll, you be a very good boy. You don't want to disappoint me. And now that we know it runs in the family, I'm going to spend some quality alone time with your pretty lesbian mother. I'm so glad I got her to open up for me. In more ways than one, Princess." I feel you kiss my cheek as I'm pulled out the door. "I can't thank you enough, Marisa. You are too kind." He bows to you, I feel his fingers dig into my naked arm as I start to march barefoot and naked down you walkway. You close the door behind you before I'm even ten feet from your steps, alone and naked with three men, led into the back seat of the car in broad day light. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 10 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** "Mistress, I am yours, undying devotion..." punctuated by scream, real screams and shaking sobbing as I hit myself again, self flagellation is something you expect of me when demanded for your entertainment, "...please believe me, please, I will do anything for you, please..." "Marisa, my God, what is wrong with that pathetic boy?" Laughter among the ladies, you mute the volume again. "That's my princess. Spoiled little bitch, no effort, self chastising." You laugh, sip your drink. Eric quickly fills your glass. He's naked, huge penis moves by the side of you as he pours more wine into your glass. You reach up and pet it. "Princess is the dirtiest of my dirty little bitches, isn't that right, baby?" You take his penis in your hand, squeeze it gently. "Yes, Ma'am. He is." He bows at the waist, moves back toward the hallway until he's needed again. My pathetic figure on the television screen dances wildly from foot to foot, toe to toe, sobbing out of control. A lady takes the remote from the table, leans forward. She un-mutes the sound, watches intently. "How long has he been down there pledging his love and devotion?" She giggles a girlish giggle. "He is kind of cute. Oooo, did you see that?" My scream is ear piercing, even over the camera monitor trained on me, as I whip my penis with a short braided leather whip. "Please, please, please, Mistressssssss...oooooo, uh, pleaaaaaase...", stammering almost incoherently. "Eric, go bring him to me, enough." You sip your wine, chat with the girls. Soon you see Eric on the screen. He takes me down off the anal hook. I'm shaking, weak, swollen little balls, bruised little penis, crying, staring into the camera. "Mistress, I am yours, belong to you, you only, please, please...", feel Eric slap me slightly, not hard. Just a slap across my rear end to get my focus on him, he yanks me downward. Feel him pull me to my knees, feel his penis forced into my mouth. "That bastard. I should have known. He can't keep his hands, should say his dick off of my little Princess. Thinks he's his pet or something." You watch as Eric puts his hands on his hips, stares into the camera and smiles. The ladies focus, comment, are so titillated, excited. "Oh my. He does have talent, even crying and in pain. Look at him work." Lady to your left leans in to get closer to the flat screen. "Talk about talent, look at Eric. He's huge! Very nice. Marisa, where to you find these boys? I have to get one for my house, very nice. Is he gay, only likes your little Princess? Or do you use him too?" "Oh yes, Eric is one of several but one of my favorites, very good boy in bed." The sound from the set is of me gagging as Eric as he starts to fuck. He quickly cums in my mouth, holding my head in his hands so tightly it hurts, makes me squirm. He holds me in place and finishes. Looks up at the camera, grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet. "Come on, little cock sucker, the ladies want to meet you. Move." Feel him slap my butt as he pulls me by arm on my wobbly heels out of the room. An empty room on the television screen, sound of silence on the volume as the ladies drift to their seats. As we enter the room I see you with the four other women seated around your entertainment room. Eric holds my arm so tight it hurts. Pushes me toward you, almost throws to your feet. I stumble on my heels, hurry to kneel before you. Still sobbing, makeup a horror show, huge tear drips down the front of my face. "Lucky little boy, Princess. I'd have sucked that better than he did. Pretty boy, Eric. Very nice." One of your girlfriends laughs, looks a Eric and winks. "Eric, you have fans. Still a very bad boy! Get back to the stable. I'll deal with you later. Told you fetch him, not fuck him!" "Mistress, I thought it would please you. I did..." Eric, looks to his feet. "Go. It did. Move!" You laugh, sip your wine. I am a sobbing heap at your feet. Start kissing your pointed toe boots, worshiping you, kissing so gently the toes of your boots, trying to show my submission. Feel your foot come up between my legs, stop at my balls, I cry out. You hold it there, hard. "Are we sorry, princess? Are we?" "Oh yes, Ma'am, yes, yes, sorry...", crying through my almost unintelligible sentence. "Turn and face the ladies, tell them, tell them who owns your disgusting little pathetic ass, tell them!" "Mistress Marisa owns me, she can do with me as she pleases, I am owned by Mistress Marisa, am her slave, her bitch...", crying as I speak. "Marisa, what do you see in him, why keep him." One of the ladies helps herself to the wine as she speaks. "He has talent, can lick a pussy, my ass, he's very good at that. And such a good whipping boy." You giggle. "Princess is one of the best little worship bitches, can beg and plead better than any sissy slave I've ever had. And so willing to satisfy, be given to others to do the dirtiest things. That is when he's not being a defiant little bitch like today. Sissy little baby penis, hurt baby doll?" You look to me smile back at your girlfriends as you bounce my balls on the tip of your boot. "Yes, Mistress, yes, so painful, for you, Mistress, for you. I'm so sorry I displeased you, please, please, please..." "Lick my boot." You smile, look down at me, turn your boot side to side. "He really is pathetic, aren't you, little boy?" "Yes, Mistress, yes, pathetic...", stumbling over my words as I kiss your boot so gently, submissively, lick the heel. "So, who wants to fuck Eric?" You laugh, girlish. "I've had enough of this one. Let's go down to my boys in the stable, have some real fun. I have a few more Erics down there, ladies. Had them come over just for you. Am I good hostess or what?" You stand, push my face away from you roughly with your foot. "Get to your room. When I see you again shortly, when I ring my bitch-bell, I expect full sissy makeup, all pink, the sheerest, ruffled panties, stockings, all of it, Princess. All cleaned up little fluffer girl. My girlfriends had better be impressed with my little piece of bitch candy! Get, move!" I feel your foot come up between my legs. Yelp loudly as I almost trip trying to get to my feet, move to my room. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you." "Interesting, don't see what you see in him. Doesn't Eric please you more?" "It's good to have a whipping boy, one that you can do anything with. Vastly entertaining and he does things for men that others won't do. I can even make him do bathroom tricks. The most submissive of my boys, that would be the pathetic Princess bitch." You laugh. "You should come to my breeding party next month. I think it will all make sense to you, that and the auction after. Let's go surprise Eric and his friends. I 'll show you girls some real talent." You move toward the door, leading the way to the stable, wine in hand. I hurry to my room to dress as directed, hurry as fast as I can. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 11 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** The matron sits at the front of the room, gorgeous and tailored perfectly. She's wearing a tight short black dress and needle point toed high heel boots. It is a harsh and severe look. Her hair is up in a tight bun behind her head, makeup dark and heavy. She looks over the cages before her. She sits and waits, sips from a champagne flute. She is ready for tonight's affair. The silence in the room is deafening. All the little bitches, all six of us on hands and knees, helpless and locked in our respective dog cages side by side. We don't dare even think about stealing a glance at each other. Or her. If she sees us look up at her it'll be an instant whipping, and then back into the cage. Face full of shame, we'll be whipped inside the crack of our rear end until it's covered with welts, whipped so as not to show, not mar the merchandise for tonight's spectacle, whipped over our soon to be used tight little holes. Whipped so as not to damage and spoil our baby soft cheeks. Mistress insists we look are daintiest and best for her galas. All bathed, waxed top to bottom, baby soft and sissy smooth, all of us made up and girl-like, lubricated little holes and ready to be 'bred' for the amusement of Mistress Marisa's guests, we don't dare make even the hint of a sound while we wait patiently in our holding cages. All of us are wearing locking dog collars with our names on them. A tiny gold heart tag hangs down off the front of mine, careful not to let it 'tinkle' as I wait, my name engraved on it, 'princess'. We can hear the slight crowd noise in the room next door, know that our Mistresses and Masters are enjoying cocktails and conversation at one of Mistress Marisa's most fabulous events, it's her annual charity ball. It's her annual 'breeding' party. The cell phone on the table next to the matron rings. She jumps to attention. She picks it up and listens, then replies, "Yes Ma'am, right away, Ma'am." The matron puts the phone back on the table, hurries to the wall and takes down a leash. She walks to the first cage, heels of her boots clicking on the cold cement floor as she moves. Opening the small door she snaps her fingers. The first of us hurries to crawl out and have the leash attached to his collar and be led from the room. He is careful, as we all will be, to make as little noise as possible, keep his eyes to the floor. We will all crawl intently watching the matrons left foot for direction to know which way we should move, go where we are being led. If not, a kick from her boot will point the way. One by one we are taken to the showroom. I am fourth in line, led to a small ballroom with a starkly well lit stage. Six positions soon to be filled by all of us on the platform I will crawl quickly up and on to it. I see the three that went out before me, restrained and in place on the three foot raised padded soft leather platform in the center of the larger stage. Their asses up so high, so spread and so ready. It's a small stage-on-a-stage, perfect height for the men that will stand behind us and do what they do best. As I am walked up the small ramp to my place in the line I see the soon-to-be filled places next to me. The room is empty, can hear the restraints, the metal locks 'click' loudly as they are attached to me, feel the matron hold me tightly, twist me into place as I am restrained. The closing shackles reverberate very loudly around the room and off the walls. I, like the others, am held tight, ass up, arms pulled back under me, wrists locked to a metal bar holding my legs apart. My ankles are locked to the outer ends of the bar. Knees up so tight under my rear it hurts. I am in position. Positioned to be fucked, perfectly in place so that a man standing behind me simply has to lean forward and push himself into me. This is not my first time here. Each wrist and ankle restraint spreader bar is locked and anchored to the stage, making any movement impossible. It makes what is about to happen so much easier for the men that will soon join us on stage, at our rears. Buns up high, chin down and tight to the stage, we are kept motionless. I know what is about to happen, so do the three to my right. The two new bitches to be brought out shortly do not. It's their first 'showing', their first time. One offered by his Master is a new boy. The other, a recent acquisition on the part of an old time member of the 'club', but he's very new to what is about to happen. I could sense their fear while caged in the holding area, wanted to tell them 'don't worry, you'll get through it, it will be over soon', but didn't dare. Would have been taken out of the show, had the finger screws placed on me, both hands, been taken to the basement and left with a clothes pin on my little penis and suspended on my toes by an anal hook until dinner, released only for the auction that follows later tonight. I know to be a good boy. One by one all the little best-of-show contestant bitches are put in place. The matron leaves the room after the last of us is locked and displayed. I see the one to my left glance over at me. I quickly shake my head, motion to him, 'NO!', so quick, so slight. Let him know not to talk, not to look around. I am quick to put my eyes back to the soft black padded leather stage we are on. And then Mistress Marisa enters, the doors swung open by two men at her party, her guests follow as she leads them into the room. The crowd chatter is loud, fills the room. She sparkles. She is dressed in white silk, a very form fitting gown, off the shoulder, clings to the curves of her body, the gown gathered at your breasts, rear of it showing that she is naked underneath. A very minimal train, just a hint, bottom of the dress to the floor, large white pearl choker around her neck, huge gold earrings, she is stunningly beautiful. And she is on the arm of your lover. He bends to kiss her exposed shoulder as she smiles up at him, see it all as the two of them stay in the middle of the room as her guests filter in from the bar, chat and mingle as they pass her and mix into the large room. The room fills with laughter, high chatter, clinking cocktail glasses, the room fills with Mistresses special guests, I count at least fifty or so, maybe more. The chosen ones that know the secrets of this place, the ones that relish these salons and the high and elegant eroticism that is always offered here. But this night is special. It's Mistress Marisa's annual 'breeding' party. Most of her guests have been here before. The new ones are honored to have been chosen to join the most secret of erotic societies, the most coveted of erotic S&M club memberships. Vetted, screened, only the elite get into these halls. Only the trusted ones, the moneyed, connected, and somewhat jaded, they are all here tonight. Many fly in for this annual ball, the event not to be missed. The money raised at this event goes to a children's charity. So delightfully decadent on the inside, so very worthy and generous on the outside, my Mistress has been pledged over $200,000 so far and the dinner and auction haven't even yet begun. Two appear in front of us. They hurry into the room and move right up to the front of the stage, the girl pulling a man by his arm. "Wow." She looks at the sissy boy second down on my right, end of the stage. "You are fucking not going to believe this, honey, no show anywhere like it!" I hear the older gentleman talk loudly to his date, a barely eighteen year old starlet type. She looks all of us over from the edge of the main stage. We all see her snotty little glare as she looks at us. Then she focuses on me. I see her but am careful not to lock eyes with her, quickly avert my struggling and plaintive eyes. I look away. The man at her side is already slightly drunk, it's obvious, runs his hand up over her rear. He pets her ass. "This is a show like no other, honey. I told you." He sips his cocktail, looks into the glass. "I need a refill. She looks at the boy to my right, he's her age at most, maybe younger. "Look at that little pencil dick, he's like a baby." She giggles, looks to me. "And this one, even smaller, they're all tiny." See her eyes dart around, bends down to look up and under us. "Like my little baby brother when my mom changed his diapers, look at those tiny little balls." She chirps, girlish, somewhat surprised by what she sees as she points to the boy next to me. "They're not for fucking, dear. They are here to be fucked. These are sissy boys, twinks. Wait'll you see them later when they're all dressed and pretty, serving dinner. You won't even be able to tell that they have those little dicks, look like baby girls. Marisa outdoes herself every time she puts one of these sexy parties on. Last year they all had full fox tail butt plugs, real fox tails, pinned up skirts in the back during dinner service. You're not going to believe it. I have to get a drink, do you want anything?" He looks, jaded, somewhat bored, runs his hand down her back, over her rear end again. He pats her. They drift off into the room. And then the sound of Mistress Marisa's bell fills the room. "I'd like your attention. We're going to get started. Please feel free to walk up to the stage, but please do not go up onto it. Only bitch dogs allowed on the stage, and their boyfriends too. I don't want any of you ladies getting cum on their pretty dresses by accident. That happens later is you so desire, girls." Laughter around the room, as Mistress Marisa motions to the matron standing off in the wings of the stage. The matron walks to a door across from where we were led into the room, opens it. The room cannot hear her, but we can. "Let's go. And remember gentlemen, even though you might have a big dick doesn't mean that you can't be put in your place. Give her guests a good show." She talks to one of the men as he passes. We hear him laugh, "You wish, bitch. Maybe I'll fuck you later, after the party, you know you want this." He looks at her, smiles, pushes his semi erect cock out at her, holds it up in the wings away from the crowd's eyes. We hear her slap him on his naked rear loudly as he walks passed her. "Promises, promises, Eric. I may make you make good on that later tonight." All this off to the side of the stage, no guest sees or hears this. But we do. One at a time the twenty four males walk onto the stage. All as dominant as the matron, equals serving a very different purpose, capable of the same quick discipline she delivers, if necessary. These are real men. Each completely naked except for a very hot little hint of an outfit, these men are here to put on a show. They are all dressed the same, in bachelor party sexy and teasing attire, Chippendale's dancer-types, collars and bow ties, dress shirt wrist cuffs only and over accentuated gold cuff links, polished black boots, naked and finely chisled men, not an ounce of fat on any one of these men. They fill the back of the stage behind us. We hear them make comments the guests can't hear, comment on us, our tight and pinched slippery little holes staring up at them. I feel one of them drag his hand across my butt as he walks by. "Hello, princess." I don't dare answer back. He turns to the sissy to my right, runs his index finger up the crack of his spread wide ass, flicks the hole. "And hello little Mindy girl." He steps up behind the sissy. "Haven't seen you since your Daddy's private party last week, I'll start with you, bitch." One at a time the first six take their place behind us. Each handsome and muscled man using his hand to bring himself to full erection, each man with a large steel-like hard-on showing it to the crowd before starting to do what they are here to do, they preen. They are gladiator like. That is their purpose. The get applauded. Mistress Marisa walks to the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are breeding the best-in-show." She smiles at the crowd facing her, looks back at us little boys, then looks back at the crowd. "We are going to make babies!" The crowd laughs loud. Huge laughter fills the room and bounces off the walls. She turns to me, snaps her fingers loud. "Princess! Look at me!" I look up at her, struggle to crane my neck up from my restrained position. She glares into my eyes. "Princess, you had better be the pick of the litter, girl. Better take that blue ribbon." I see her look very seriously at me, see her glare. I feel my Mistress Marisa's concern. She looks up quickly at the men behind us, nods. "Well boys, what are you waiting for? Don't keep these little bitches waiting." She shouts loudly as she steps down off the stage. "BEGIN!" Mistress Marisa turns and walks back into the small crowd as I feel the head of a huge cock push up into my rear, feel the full length of it pushed up into me fast. I feel strong hands grip my cheeks at the sides, feel his fingers dig in tightly and hold me in place. I feel the man behind me begin to fuck. We all do. These men fuck to cum, not for our pleasure. They love the tightness of all our little asses but it's about cumming as much and as fast as they can. It's about the show. It's about breeding. Face pushed up toward the crowd, chin dug into the soft leather platform I am displayed on and locked up tight. I lick my lips, moan, struggle to be the 'good bitch', to look as sexy and alluring as I can. It hurts. But I don't show that. I am so quickly fucked, so matter-of-factly fucked, cannot cry out, want to be the perfect little bitch. Show only pleasure on my made up face, I try to be the sexiest little picture of dirty sissy boy dreams. I moan so seductively, purr for the crowd, 'baby, yesssss, oooooooooo, daddy...fuck me...please, fuck me...' and on and on, want to be the dirtiest little bitch on the stage. I I want to be the blue ribbon bitch. And the sounds we make, all the dirty little sex sounds, the whimpering, moaning, crying out, all of us, it's now what the crowd wants. They don't want us silent anymore. I hear the one farthest down on my left start to cry, screams punctuated with crying hysterically. This is permitted, encouraged, the sought after response for many of the decadent crowd of onlookers. Two women rush up to the front of the boy, stare as he is fucked wildly. The man behind him works even harder to illicit his cries. "He has pretty eyes, no?" She sips her drink. "He does!" Her friend leans in, looks into the boy's face, his makeup streaming down his tear streaked cheeks. Ignoring his loud crying, begging and sobbing they passively watch, take their time to move down the line. "This one loves it! Look at him lick his lips with that sexy little tongue. Why you dirty little girl!", hear them giggle. They stop and look at me. I feel a cock pull out me, feel cum drip from my hole and down my leg, feel another pushed in. I moan and whimper softly for the man behind me, not them. "Daddy, yesssss...fuck me, oooo...", close my eyes and start to moan rhythmically. "Marisa says this one is her favorite, will do anything." She sips her drink. "It looks like they'll all do anything." Her friend laughs as they wander down the line and then back into the crowd to see the entire show from a distance. All eyes are on us. Many lean in and comment to the person next to them. Much comment, laughter, pointing, I look for my Mistress, see her at the rear of the room, her back to me. A woman in the shadows off to the side has her hand tightly on her husband's cock, holds it and strokes it through his pants. She is more than turned on. I see his hand to the back of her as they watch, stare. One by one they cum in us, these dominant male studs explode and pull out only to be replaced by another. They fill us. For almost two hours we are fucked hard. As time goes on some take their time with us, linger, fuck for maximum pleasure, then the next time behind us fuck as fast and quickly as they can, just fuck to cum. Huge erection pushed in, squeezes out the cum from the man before him, cum puddles rapidly under each of us. By the third man to take his turn behind me, cum is dripping onto the leather stage and running forward, feel it all over my rear, down my legs soaked in it. Cum starts to puddle then turn to small pond, runs forward up to my chin pressed down into the leather. The smell of it fills my nostrils. I feel a hand brought down hard across my rear. I whimper but do it very sexy, don't want to disappoint my Mistress. See her now watching me, staring right at me from the back of the room, watching intently my last 'gentlemen caller'. I see her motion to me, talking with a woman as she points, motions toward the stage. The two of them look away, back to their men. "Oooooooooo, baby, yes...please spank me, please...fuck me, daddy...please..." We are not only allowed to talk now, we are expected to entice, be the little bitches we know we are. Feel his hand comes down across my rear again twice, quick and hard. I cry out, very sissy like yelp, struggle to push my butt back up and onto him. Feel him start to fuck harder than the others did, closing my eyes I fight back tears. So afraid of ruining my eye makeup, I hold back tears and steel myself. He spanks me so loud many in the room focus their attention on him, on me. The only feeling I have is that of a warm sensation as they each enter me, warmth running down over my little penis, balls, my legs. That's all, tight little hole wide open and gaping, almost numb into the second hour of being spanked and fucked. And then it ends. Each man has fucked and cum at least two or three times, several more. I have been numb for the half hour. Those to my right are probably much the same. One to my left has been holding back crying hard, I can tell, fighting it back bravely. I feel the sea of warm cum run down my tiny balls, my legs, drip to the huge lake up under me, run up to my chin and surround my face and turn almost chilly, room temperature. The one on the far left is shaking. We can feel the stage move with his movement even after the men behind us get a round of applause and move off to the wings. He is hysterical, won't stop crying loudly. He shakes violently. His Master looks on, does nothing. The bratty little girl that first came up to the stage, 'miss movie star wanna be', walks to the boy and stares at him eye to eye. She furls her brow. She is thinking. Then she walks to the one on the opposite end of the stage. "He's not crying like that one. I think he should, make it even on each end, they should each be crying." She's drunk, smiling, devilish, girlishly cute but mean, mean, mean. She says this so loud, the entire room hears her. My Mistress looks to the matron. They lock eyes, a knowing glance. The matron rushes to the back room, hurries back with a wicked thin and cruel cane. She takes it to the sissy's rear end on the far right of me quickly. She knows that to keep her job she had better not displease Mistress Marisa. Up and down the cheeks, his naked legs, balls and penis, he is whipped viciously. Cum splatters off of the cane, drops of it fly onto the two of us next to him. We keep quiet and stare straight ahead as the one to our right is violently whipped to brought real and hysterical tears. She continues, relentless. And then my Mistress motions her, waves her away. She moves to the front of the stage, standing next to the young girl. She leans in to her. We hear my Mistress speak, the rest in the room do not. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 11 "Is that better? Are you happy now? You like the esthetic now, baby doll? Satisfied???!?" She is dismissive of her, angry with her for interjecting herself into the show. My Mistress finds this little girl less than sophisticated enough to even be here. But she also sees a new face that likes what she sees. And that excites my Mistress. That she likes that part of it all a lot. Her gentlemen escort joins the two of them. "I like this." The girl talks to the stage, not my Mistress, not her lover. "I really like this. A lot." She stares at the sobbing sissy in front of her. She looks up at my Mistress. "Does this make you wet? It does me. I am so fucking wet right now." She looks back to the stage. My Mistress looks back at the girl's escort, an old friend, a very rich lawyer she's known for years, has been to many of Mistresses parties. "And that should make you very happy, right Charles, knowing your baby girl is wet?" Mistress gives him a knowing look, squeezes his arm. "Maybe want to be real generous and buy one of them later at the auction for your little girl. Not to mention peel off a big check." Loud crying is the only sound in the room, wailing from both sides of the stage, loud and hysterical sobbing. My Mistress walks away, moves to the center of the room. She gathers everyone's attention. "Well I think we not only made a baby, but several of them." The room lights up with laughter. "Let's all move back into the bar, dinner is next, but let's all have a drink first. Maybe two. And please give a round of applause to our little bitches. They try so hard to please." Polite applause fills the room. "We're going to talk about all of this and pick best-in-show, discuss it during dinner. So I hope you all took good mental notes. Thank you to my generous friends that supplied their own little boy toys up there on my stage. And I know you all have an opinion on who's cuter, who gave their sissy little heart and soul to their performance the most. And don't forget the auction later tonight, you get a chance to have one of our little hostesses go down on you, fuck them, it's up to you. Just remember in your bidding that this is for a worthy cause. Don't lose sight of the fact that this is a charity event." My Mistress turns to a man at the bar, talks loudly across the room. "And you judge, I expect a big bid from you. I know your dirty tastes." He raises his glass to her from across the room. "You'll all get to see them as they serve dinner, all prettied up and made presentable in the cutest frilly and girly outfits. You can look them over, inspect, make your decision on them. And yes, you get to look and touch. I can tell right now, mine is going to be the most pleasing little the belle of the ball." Mistress turns and looks at me, a quick look, almost silent. "Well done, little princess. You know you're my favorite, know I love you the best." She quickly looks away and moves to your lover's side. People drift out of the room, my Mistress on your lover's arm. After the last guest is out of the room the doors are closed. Crying and sobbing, on each end of the stage, the matron walks quickly to the rear of us. "Poor little baby, do you want something to really cry about, want me to give you something to cry about?" She runs her hand up the rear of the one on the far left, the new one that was fighting it the whole time. He starts to get control of himself. "No, please..." "Because I can make that happen, hold you back from all the rest!" "No, please, I was just scared, have never been fucked like that..." "Shut up, lick up this mess." His shackles fall away and he hurries to start licking and drinking the cum in his place on the stage. She releases each of us one at a time and watches as we lick clean our respective area on the little stage. I don't have to be told, have been here before. "Hurry up, take your time and I'll make sure you limp while you serve. Have to get your little asses in your girly serving outfits. You keep her guests waiting and I'll make sure she knows which of you moved the slowest." She stares at us, inspects, the only sound in the room is us licking, hurrying to slurp and swallow lakes of cum under our places on the stage. I see her move next to me. She reaches down and puts her hand under my chin, pulls my face up toward her. "Little princess, the special one. Her very own, Marisa's favorite." She smiles at me. She snaps her fingers loudly at the ones on either side or me. "Stop licking. Go, kneel by the door, get, move! All of you, move! I think princess will finish cleaning up for all of you after she's done with her own little mess." I watch as the five of them hurry and kneel at the door. See her beam down at me. "The special one." She hisses, watches as I hurry to lick and clean it all. I hurry to drink and swallow as fast as I can, feels and tastes like gallons. I hold back any urge to choke. All I can think about is pleasing my Mistress. I want to be able to take the time I need to makeup properly, dress to please before dinner serving duty, dress to make me the one they all want at the auction later tonight. Dress to please my, Mistress. Dress to please the one I worship and adore. I struggle to tightly pinch my little hole together, struggle to make myself tight again, as tight as I can, want to be presentable and inviting at my Mistress Marisa's dinner party. I clean the mess on the stage as fast as I can. I hurry to crawl to join the others kneeling at the door. We are led to the shower and dressing room. I fell slightly nauseous from drinking, eating so much cum. I struggle to hold it back. I feel my penis stir, want to masturbate thinking about the slave I am, cum thinking about the whore I am. The night is just getting started. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 12 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Oooooo, right there, baby doll. Right there. Just stay like that, don't move, sweetie." Feel you start to just rock slightly, I feel you use my hard pointy tongue held up into your butt. I take little breaths when I can, dare not move my face from where it is, held between your cheeks, kneeling behind you, told to present my tongue as soon as you walked into the house. I feel you pull up on the leash attached to my collar in the front, holds me up into you even tighter. Feel you sit slightly back, gasp for air softly when I can, I'm so careful to keep my tongue in place for you. My little thing struggling in its cage, the feel of your hand when you attached the leash, made my little-boy penis strain instantly. I am so praying you will make good on your suggestion that maybe I can have your hand tonight, so crazy for you. I've been in my cage two weeks, two weeks since you teased me to erection, kept me harde for an hour but didn't let me cum. I'm praying you will let me make my worship puddle for you, driven, so deeply want to cum on the floor for you. "Oh, oh...oh my, that's it...oooo...", feel you start to grind softly. "Stay! Good doggy, stay!" Feel you start to move all around on me, I feel you grind your rear end into my face. "What kind of a dirty little boy would lick a woman's ass. Especially after she's been out with a lover. What kind dirty little boy, indeed. It's why I keep you. One of the reasons, anyway. My lover, a real man won't do this. The boy I was just with after work wouldn't either. I wouldn't think of asking real men like them to do this dirty, dirty, dirty little act. But you will. My little ass licker." I hear you talk through heavy breathing. I feel the slippery wetness of my saliva all over the crack of your butt, feel you start to slide up and down across the end of my tongue, ride up and down the full-length of the crack between your beautiful cheeks on it, all over my face. "Dirty little bitch. Keep you just for these dirty things I can make you do." Feel you jerk, snap my leash, I hear your girlish giggle. "Oh, yessssssssss, that is it, don't fucking move!" I feel you start to grind back against my face seriously. "They say it's good to have a man around the house, baby doll. Me, I prefer to have an ass licker around my house, oooooo, you feel so good with your tongue up in me. Oooo, yes." You slide all over my slippery face with abandon, choking me slightly. I dare not say a word. The phone rings on the table next to you. Your dress up over the back of your butt, holding it up with one hand, you lower it as you pick up the phone. You've been holding the hem of your dress up like that since you took off your panties and tossed them to the floor. I met you at the door, kneeling with my leash held in my teeth as you told me to, told to be waiting when you called and said you'd be home shortly. You walked me to the side table and sipped the drink I had there for you, looked back over your shoulder with your dress up high, said just two words, 'Lick, doggy.' You speak into the phone, soft sexy tone in your voice. "Well hello, was just thinking about you, baby. When I'm wet I think of you." I hear your voice change to very feminine, dimunitve femme fatale. It's him. "No, baby, no. Just spending some qaulity time with princess, not busy at all." I hear you laugh. "Now stop that, that's not nice." You laugh loudly. "But it would be fun. Don't think he'd find it fun but I'll consider it." Feel you pull up on the leash, position your tiny hole over my tongue and push back on it. I know to push up into you as far as I can, hold it like that. "10 pm, that works. Have to do my girl stuff but we could make it at that time. Is he cute like you? Did you tell him I only like cute boys?" Your are lost to him, flirty voice. "You know I'll do that for you." I feel you pull away from me, rear pulled fast off my face, still hold your skirt up, cradling the phone on your shoulder, you snap your finger, point to your rear, look back at me. ' "Get a towel, bitch, clean me.", stern hushed whisper while cupping the phone, he doesn't hear you. As you drop the leash to the floor I hurry, scamper to get a towel, hurry back to you. Still holding the phone, one hand holding your dress up, you are soaked, covered as is my face with my saliva, shiny wet beautiful rear end. I know not to dare clean my face. I hurry to kneel and dry you. You let your skirt drop. "Baby, you know I do, and I will too. You know it, can't wait to see you." You hang up the phone. "Princess, change in plans. I know I said I was staying home tonight but I'm going out. Be a good doggy, take off that leash, draw me a warm bath. Lay out something very sexy for me on my bed, you chose." You pat my head. "I mean something very hot but not slutty. You know what Mama wants. That was good, baby, real good." You turn look down at me, look at me naked with locked cock cage. "Would you like to say something? It's okay, honey, go ahead." You smile down at me. "Mistress you said I could maybe take my cock cage off, said you'd touch me. I so wanted that, have been thinking of nothing but that, Mistress. Please?" I look up at you, face a mess. "I know, baby but it can't happen tonight, no time for that now. I know you know that I know what's best for you. And I think actually that we should maybe go one more week. I thought about that when I saw you at the door, loved the look on your face. I do think that would be the right thing to do. What do you think, baby?" You look down at me, eyes studying my face. I look to the floor. Feel a tear in my eye but hold back crying. "Yes, Mam, would probably be best, make me appreciate your touch even more. I'm sorry I asked, I am, so sorry." "Baby, baby, baby, Mama's not mad. Don't do that 'I'm gonna be spanked' tone, it's okay. But I really do think we should wait. Now I have to be out of here at 10pm sharp, still have to get pretty and sexy. I want you be a good boy and pick out something that not only my lover will like but any other man he shows me off to will drool over. Both outer wear and lingerie, make me delicious, sweetheart. I'm meeting two of his business partners, should be very interesting. You can do that for me, right, help Mama look real pretty?" Feel you reach down and pet my face. "Yes Ma'am, yes." "Good, and that felt very good I want you to know. Was just what I needed as soon as I walked through the door, I was out with a coworker all last night, let him cum on me. Can't believe I did that. Anyway, I thought about my little bitch all the way home. Didn't shower, thought that would be very special for you. You should appreciate it when I let you love me like that." You stare down at me. "I do, Ma'am, I do..." "You know Mamma cares, cares very much. I love my little ass licker!" You bend down and kiss my forehead, girlish giggle. I see you turn and walk toward your kitchen, hear your heels click on the floor. I hurry up the stairs to start your bath, hurry to help you get ready for your night out that I was so, so, so hoping would be a night in. Don't dare say anything about that again tonight, don't dare. Longing for your hand, your touch...hurry up to your bathroom, tear in my eye, I feel my little penis strain in its cage. I feel a sense of panic as finish putting your outfit together and laying it all out on the bed. I look to the doorway, see the panties you took off when you came home. I see the panties I forgot to pick up , the panties I left lying on the floor. You said nothing, just dropped them at the door as you went into your bath. I hurry to pick them up, put them into the laundry hamper. I know you will be very displeased with that. I say nothing, feel the panic start to rise in me as I hear you bathing, preparing for your lover and his friends. I feel my tiny penis soft and limp in its cage. I know I will be punished for leaving your panties downstairs on the floor. I know that all to well. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 13 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am taken to a club, the country club for just the type of high-end players you love to know and that LOVE to know you. This is where the little sissy boys kneeling at the 'glory' holes never put their little things through them. The men at this club, coming off the golf course or out of the lounge, put their cocks through the holes. The men at this club are many of the men that attend your special parties. And many of the sissy slaves that service your guests serve here as well. This is a very exclusive club, reserved for those with 'special interests' and needs, this is a huge part of what this exclusive membership is about. I am walked into the room on a leash by my Mistress. I'm on my hands and knees, hurrying and struggling to keep up, trying so desperately not to be slapped, chastised. I am naked. This is not about pretty boy cute little fem tricks. This is about service, about being put into the glory hole rooms. This is about servicing man after man. "Hello, Michael, so good to see you." The host at the door bows slightly as you enter. I see two other sissy bitches being led on leashes down the hall by staff, led to their stations. I know one of them, feel a huge pang of jealousy. He's been taken into your bed before. "Marisa, you are my favorite!", he delights at your entrance, beams. "Will you be dining?" He snaps his fingers, a staff member hurries to your side. You hand him the leash attached to the collar locked at the back of my neck. The little gold heart with my name on it tinkles like a small bell as he takes my leash. "No, I can't stay, Michael, have to get my girl time in at the spa. Huge night this weekend, I have very big plans. I'm just dropping princess off, give my special pet a little exercise and recreation. I'll be back later this afternoon. I'm meeting a girlfriend for a drink." You reach down, pat my head, pet my hair. "I'll see that he gets stationed right away. You know I always take good care of your little pets, Marisa. And this one is always a treat, have had several comments about that eager mouth. You should be proud." He looks down at me as I'm led down the hall to a glory hole station at this club only the select few know about and frequent. The host waves, dismisses the staff boy with his hand, glares at him as he leaves with me on my leash. "You take good care of this one! Hurt him and I'll not only have you in his place, I'll hurt you." "Yes, Sir.", as the boy moves off with me in hand. The host looks back up at you, smiles warmly, takes your hand in his and kisses it. "We'll see that princess is waxed and polished prior to pick up, I'll personally see to it that Sherry does his makeup and hair. Marisa, always a pleasure. The bitches you send our way, the best! Men say they like their mouths better than their wive's mouths." He smiles into your eyes. You laugh. "I don't doubt that. It's in the breeding, Michael, the training. I make submissive babies. When I'm through with them they are mine completely. And you already know that princess is my special one, will do literally anything I ask of him.". You giggle. "Anything." You wink at him, turn and walk to the door. Glancing over, you see my naked rear end scamper down the hall next to the boy holding my leash, you see me quickly disappear at the end of the hall. As soon as you walk out the door I am out of your mind. Your attention turns to your party, your gala...your lover. I am led to a stark small room, almost a closet. There is nothing in the room but a hole in one of the walls at crotch level, a restraint hook next to it and bucket to be used as a toilet should the need arise. There is a security camera with a tiny blinking red light in the corner surveying the small room, that and a harsh bright light in the center of the ceiling. As I'm pulled to the restraining hook, I think about how you looked this morning as you let me help you dress. I feel my collar pulled up roughly and locked to the wall as I think about being allowed to help you on with your beautiful panties, your hose and shoes. I think about your scent, you letting me kiss the top of your pussy briefly before I slipped your panties up over your hips. I can still hear you say, 'Kiss, baby.', see your pretty finger point to the lower part of your naked stomach just above the lips of your pussy. I think about how much my little penis ached in my harness as I watched you do your makeup before I was taken to your car. I have my collar locked tightly to the wall next to the padded hole an inch from my mouth. I kneel in front of the hole. I turn my head slightly, glance at the camera that is used to monitor me as I service the men that will choose me over the others. I think about you monitoring me too, from your cell phone should you care to watch, care to show me to others you come across in your daily activities. The boy that led me here looks down at me. "Fucking bitch. If that camera wasn't there I'd stick my cock down your throat right now. All you little cocksuckers, and I don't get to use any of you." He whispers, laughs sternly, feel him slap my face, I yelp as he turns to leave. "Be a good boy, princess, lots of dicks for you to suck today." The boy turns and leaves, closes the door loudly behind him. I kneel like that, naked and chained, for what seems like an hour before the first man takes advantage of my special talent. I see shadowy movement on the other side of the wall through the hole, hear motion, muffled talk. And then a semi soft erection is pushed through the wall, pushed quickly at my face. It's huge, at least 7" and not even hard yet. I can smell his maleness as I move to put his cock into my mouth. I hurry to please, slip him in deep to the back of my throat. As I feel him grow rock hard I cup the underside of his penis with my tongue, lick it back and forth underneath. I pull my tongue back into a hard point then flick my tongue up into his urethra. I lick the end of it like that before I start to stroke, start to masturbate him with my mouth. I slide him slowly all the way in to the back of my throat. He starts to fuck, long slow deliberate strokes. I gag slightly as he works, can hear him moan, my short chain straining, making it impossible for me to move off of him, away from him. I hear his muffled moans coming through the small hole in the wall as he picks up the pace, fucks harder and faster. I keep my mouth closed tightly around the full length of his rock hard cock as he fucks me to cum. When he cums I swallow all of it. He spurts heavily into my mouth, some of his cum dripping and running down my chin. It falls onto my naked knees. I feel his penis start to soften and he pumps slower, feel his spurts decrease in intensity. As quickly as he pushed himself into the hole he is gone. I feel him pull his semi soft and wet cock back out of my mouth, yanks if free and I see it disappear back through the hole it poked out of. He used me for what seemed like twenty minutes, took his time with me. I taste his cum as a second cock pokes through the hole in the wall. I hear laughter from the other side of the wall, hear men chatting as I take the bobbing penis into my mouth. He's the second of what will be seventeen men today. I can think of nothing but you, my Mistress, think of wanting to please you with it all. I feel my little penis strain at its locked harness as I fantasize you watching me on your cell phone, watching me do this dirty act, one of the hundreds of dirty things I do to please and worship you as your slave. As you left the country club leaving me behind your mind was elsewhere. You took a call from your lover as soon as you got into your car, chatted with him, flirted with him, all the way to the spa had phone sex with him. He has your undivided attention. You felt yourself get wet talking to him, reliving your night in bed with him. It's 10 am. Our day begins. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 14 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** At his door in just ankle chain cuffs, heels and a pink little baby girl dress outfit, I look up at him. He's a huge man. I have to hand him the envelope, as always, never know what's in it but know it's your description of what I'm being sent to him for. Get yanked into his house as I see the cab you sent me in drive off. "Princess, do I have to tell you??? What do we do when we enter my house?" He glares as he closes his door. I hurry and kneel. Present my mouth, open it wide, eyes to floor, face up toward him. He leaves me like that as he opens the envelope, hear him laugh out loud as he reads the letter inside. "She actually lets you put that disgusting child-like thing in her?" He giggles as he says that. He places the letter on the table in the hallway. He parts the robe he's wearing, exposing his giant 10" penis, moves to the front of me and matter of factly pushes the head of it into my open mouth. Even soft he's enormous. I don't have to be told, start to move my tongue up and over the hole, softly grip the back of his head with my lips to hold him him place. "Haven't seen you in a while, princess, forgot how good you are at your life's calling." He grows in my mouth, feel his hand go to the back of my head and move me forward on him. I feel him push to the back of my throat. I struggle to not choke. "Let's get this out of the way and get down to the real reason you're here, bitch." I am just a mouth to him, feel him start to pleasure himself across my lips. When he cums he explodes, cum spurts to the back of my throat, some seeps out of my mouth, down my chin onto my girly dress. He says nothing, just cums, hard and silently. When he finishes he yanks himself out of my mouth and wipes his cock on the side of my face, in my hair. He snaps his finger and starts to walk me to the punishment room. I know what is expected of me. I follow as quickly as I can, tripping over my heels as I struggle to hurry to my feet. With my dress and sissy panties in a heap on the floor next to me, he watched as I hurried to remove it all. I am naked with a stainless steel suspension hook up my little hole and deep into my rear end, spreader bar holding my ankles two feet apart, I am up on my toes. Made even more awkward by the heels I wear, feel my toes pinched in the ends of them, high heels up an inch off of the floor. My hands left free to struggle, wave, try to protect myself. He likes to whip them if I do. His cum is still all over my chin. He paces in front of me, riding crop in his hand. "Cum when you're told not to! You know better than to do that, princess, bad boy." He brings the crop up between my legs, over my balls, whips my boy-like penis, hears the first of my screams as he hits me ten times fast and hard. He ignores my cries, sits the crop on a small table next to me. "Don't even know how you can cum with that under developed little thing. I thought it was a clit." He laughes loud. He takes k-y jelly from a cabinet, puts some on his left hand. My tears are already flowing as he cups my small penis in his slippery hand. Silent, he starts to bring me to erection. Methodically strokes me hard and erect, my crying soft, gently hysterical. His hand covers me completely. "Want to cum, princess? You tell me if you do." His hand moves rapidly, strokes to take me to the edge. "You tell me when you're close, bitch. You tell me. You cum in my hand and I'll whip this baby dick off of you!" He pumps, feels me throb in his hand. "Please, Master, please, no more, I'm..." He pulls his hand away quickly, watches my erection bounce in the air. Just as quickly takes back up the crop in his right hand. Ten quick and brutal hits across my penis, ten more up between my legs. My screams are deafening. He ignores it all. I feel the hook dig up into my rear end as I wince, dance beneath the blows. He stops and stares. Placing the crop back on the table he takes my sore little penis back in his left hand. He starts to softly take me back to erection. And on and on it goes, five withering sessions of being brought to erection, to the point of cumming, and then being whipped brutally. I am hanging as best I can from the hook, crying violently, front of me covered in welts, penis and balls black and blue, begging, no longer able to get erect, tripping over my words, can barely speak, begging, begging, begging. He ignores it all. His phone rings He takes the call, talks as if he's flirting with a woman. He is. He's talking to a Mistress that wants to drop off another bad boy to be punished as I'm being punished now. He tells her he can see the boy later tonight. Can she stay and play too? He tells her how much he loves to play with her in bed. He ignores my crying which she can obviously hear. He finishes the call, tells her he'll see her and her slave at 7pm. Sobbing, shaking, up on the hook, up on my toes, he walks to the door and leaves the room. I am left painfully alone. An hour later he returns. He lowers me from the hook. Takes me by my ear and makes me hobble in the ankle spreader bar and my heels to the whipping horse. I am begging him to please not hurt me anymore, '...please, please, please'. All of it is ignored. Over the whipping horse, butt up high, naked and exposed, wrists and ankles restrained to the legs of the horse, I sob heavily. He does what he always does. He uses the crop and then the paddle across my butt, the backs of my legs. Thirty minutes later he finishes. Leaves me screaming and crying again, he leaves me writhing and shaking violently alone in the darkened room. Hysterical sobbing, all alone, heard only by me, I have been punished as directed by my Mistress Marisa. When he returns he releases me. He sends me to the room I use, all the sissies use, to put ourselves back together for the return to our owners. I hurry to calm myself, make myself up, dress, I try to ignore my aching and throbbing penis and balls. I do my makeup standing. I cannot sit on the stool in front of the makeup mirror, my rear throbs with welts and bruises. I hurry, don't want to keep him waiting. He sits in his leather chair, the one he takes confession in. I hurry to stand before him. Concentrate, do not cry. If I smear my fresh makeup it's back to the whipping horse. "I'm a very bad little bitch, don't know what I was thinking. How dare I think I can cum for Mistress, what was I thinking. I am sorry, so sorry, please believe me, I am ashamed of myself. Please, Sir, please believe me." I go on like that, hold back tears. I am so sincere, want genuinely for him to believe me, want my Mistress to believe me. "Princess, you know your place. And yes, what were you thinking? Control, mental concentration, you need to be a better little sissy bitch. It's your calling." He stands. I know what's next. I'm one of his 'special ones'. I'm one of the ones he fucks. He takes my hand and leads me to his bed. I don't have to be told. I hurry to raise my little girl dress, pull down my ruffled panties and present my butt, arch my back. Bruised, covered in welts, I position myself so as not to smear my makeup, wrinkle the front of my dress. I feel the wetness of his cum still on the top of it from when he came in my mouth and got some of it on my dress. I feel the bed shake as he gets onto it, up between my legs. Then I feel what he always does when I know he's accepted my confession and is through whipping me. I feel the head of his huge erection slip up into my rear. I concentrate so hard, don't want to bite my lip, smear my lipstick, want to remain the perfect 'pretty girl' for him after he finishes with me. He fucks me for half an hour. He uses me for his pleasure, more gentle than he's been in the past with me, he pumps slow and even for a very long time. Pets my sore and stinging rear as he does, ignores my pain, pleasures his hand on the curve of my cheeks. I struggle not to cry out. "If she ever wanted to sell you, princess, I'd take her up on that.", he talks through heavy breathing as he fucks me. I fell him lean forward and kiss my neck, my ears as he pumps to cum. After he cums and pulls out of me I hurry to pull my panties back up, straighten my dress and move off of his bed quickly. I hurry as fast as I can. I curtsy toward him. "Thank you, Sir, thank you. Thank you." I feel his eyes on me, inspecting me, seeing if I'm the 'perfect girl'. If I'm sincere, have learned my place, I feel him check my make up, dress, all of it. "Princess, you really are one of the good ones. I don't do that to just any little bitch. You'd better believe that. You should be thankful." "Thank you, Master, thank you." I keep my eyes to the floor. I can feel his cum start to drip into my panties, up under my dress. I wait by the front door, looking out at the street in front of his house, watching for the cab he called to take me back to my Mistress. When it arrives I hurry out of his house and into the cab. I speak softly to the driver, his obvious look of disdain for me, he sneers at the sissy in his backseat. I give him the address. I stare out the window. He drives me to your door. I don't have to pay him, it's on your account. As I enter the front door of your estate I hurry to present myself to you. You smile slightly, feel your finger run up over my chin, lift my face to up to you. "Well?" You look me over, one of your hands holding up my dress, other hand holding open my panties, inspecting the welts, strips, bruises. You see the huge wet spot inside the back of my panties, smile to yourself as you do. You know George likes me like that. You're in a short robe, sexy and beautiful boots. I saw your lover's car in the drive when I was dropped off. "I am so sorry, Mistress, never again, never, I promise, I'll never cum without permission, never..." You snap the waist band of my panties against my butt, drop my dress from your hand. "Shut up. Get to your room. On your knees, nose to the wall. I'll ring for you when I need you. Ungrateful little bitch. Let you fuck me and you show me you aren't worthy of that by selfishly cumming all over my floor. Don't know why I even put up with you sometimes, don't know why I let you put that little thing in me. Move, to your room, missy, NOW!" You slap my butt hard. In my room, nose to the wall, a tear runs down my cheek. I am so sorry I disappointed you. I know your lover was in the other room. I know I will be here for a long time, reflecting on how I let you down. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 15 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ***************************** The taxi cab drops me off in front of your house. The driver knows it's on your account, knows what I am, has been here many times before. I walk shamefully to your door. I am so embarrassed for even a cab driver to see me like this. I walk slowly, in pain. I open the front door, let myself in. I see you sitting alone, reading in your study as I come into the house, start down the hall. I have been through this so many times I can't count. I have been sent to Michael to be punished. The abject humiliation of this out-sourced punishment is something you love and adore. "Hello, Mistress." I speak to you, sheepish, see you smile. "Did you learn your lesson?" You are wearing a white blouse with the collar up, crisp cuffs rolled back on your arms, pearls around your neck, large hoop earrings, silver, tight black skirt with seamed panty hose and stiletto heels. I see you stand and quickly move to me. I am wearing the same drab grey dress I was sent to him in, just below the knee, school girl jumper with white blouse under it, knee high cotton stockings, white large cotton underpants under it all, and low school girl mary jane like buckle shoes, low flat heels. Feel ashamed when you dress me like this. And you know that. You pull the notebook out from under my arm, open it. You know I hate when you dress me like this. You love that too. You browse the pages, finger leafing through. You quickly grab my face and turn it side to side. "You don't look sorry to me." "I am, Mistress, I am. Please, please, so grateful you send me to him, please, he lets me clean up, get made up pretty before he sends me back to you, please, I am sorry, my eyes were full of tears before he was through...please...", it goes on, run on, I almost babble. You smile slightly, let me stammer, gush, just watch the panic in my face. "Well, okay then." You take the book, sit back down behind your desk. "Show me." You don't look up from the book, just leaf through the pages. I quickly strip out of my dress, blouse, just shoes, cotton knee stockings, cotton underpants. I start to quickly remove my panties. "Stop! Leave them on." You put your elbows on the table, fold your hands in front of your chin. "That's a nice look for you right now. Why did I send you to him?" "Because I was a bad girl, Mistress. I left your delicate underthings out on the bed, didn't put them into your drawer." My head to the floor, feel your stare. Was so rushed that day, so in a hurry to get it all done before you came home, I left some of your things out. "You lose sight of what this is all about, baby doll. Just three weeks ago you forgot to buy me the wine I was counting on drinking after a particularly crushing day at the office. Tell me, do you like wearing that little school girl outfit?" "No Ma'am, you know I don't. I would never lie to you, I feel..." "And why do you wear it when I send you to him?" You laugh, feel my frustration, my shame. "Because I act like a careless and defiant little school girl, act like a brat, Mistress. It makes me look unpretty, don't deserve to be pretty when I displease you, Mistress." I feel my face turn red, feel a slight tear in my eye. "And you want to be treated like a big girl, don't you, wear big girl things, make the boys want your little butt, your wet little mouth, isn't that right?" You stand, leave the book open on your desk. "Yes, Mistress, dress to please you, only you, that is what I want, to live for you, dress for you, do things for men for you." You walk to me, run your finger up a particularly vicious welt, still slightly bleeding, runs the length of my outer thigh on my left leg. I wince as you trace it. "What did he beat you with?" Feel you put your fingers into my panties, pull them off of my waist, down over my legs to my ankles. "Don't you wish these were sheer, pretty, not ugly punishment underpants, you little bitch?" You press your hands to my cheeks. "Don't answer that, what did he beat you with?" You kneel behind me, on one knee. "Ooooooooooooo, look at that, a big wet spot on the inside of your underpants. You little slut!" You giggle. "A quirt, a short leather horse whip, and a paddle, Ma'am." I feel a tear run down my cheek, think back to the horrible whipping. I am covered in stripes, barely starting to think about healing, some of them as if they'd been administered minutes ago. I was with him for three hours. "Both over his horse and suspended. Then I had to sit at the desk and write for you as I always do, Mistress. Then he used the horse whip with the metal hook up my rear, Mistress." I stay still, report. I feel you take my cheeks tightly in your hands, wince, covered in deep bruises and hugely raised raw welts. I feel you spread my cheeks, hold them open and look at my hole. You hold me wide open. I struggle not to move. "And he fucked you too, I see. You still have some of his cum dripping out of you. That's a lot of cum in the back of your underpants, girl." I feel you release my cheeks. You stand. "Well, again, did you learn anything?" You run your finger softly down the slight tear on my face. You kiss me cheek. "Oh yes, Mistress. I am so sorry, I promise, never again, you on my mind at all times, you...only you, always...". Babbling, on and on, I feel your hand go to my cheek. "I'm pleased with your copy book. 'I WILL NEVER LEAVE HER DELICATE UNDERTHINGS ON THE BED AGAIN', printed so neatly baby doll, your fingers must be sore. Is that 300 times?" You laugh. "Did he come up with that statement? I like it." "Yes, Mistress." I feel you pet my swollen and painful rear end, feel you brush my inner crack up between my swollen cheeks. "Did he fuck you before or after you wrote that for me?" You push your finger up to my little hole, just the tip of your middle finger up into me. You spread my hole with your finger, force it open. You cover it with his cum, pull it out and then trace my lips with it. I taste his cum, taste my rear end as you leave it on my lips. "After, Mistress, just before he put me into the cab and sent me back to you." You burst into laughter as I say that. Think to yourself that he has his priorities straight. You send me to him to be punished, outsourced. You laugh to yourself thinking that at least he's professional enough to take care of business before pleasure. You say nothing to me. "I'll tell you a secret, baby doll. I like you better in big girl clothes too. Just like you do. What do you say we take you upstairs, get you into the bathtub and clean my little girl up. Would you like that?" You walk away from me, back to the desk. You close my copy book. "Pull up your bad girl underpants, get that dress and take your little book back to your room. You draw a nice warm bath and Mama will be up shortly to wash you, I know you like that when I do that for you, wash your red stripes clean. Wash your dirty butt and that little dick, I know what my baby doll likes." You look away from me, back to the book, tap it loud with your fingers. "You know this is necessary, right baby girl?" "Yes, Mistress, yes...I'm so sorry, I am..." I start to cry. "Shhhhhh, I know. Believe me, honey, I know. You go up to the bath, I'll be right up, have a couple of phone calls to make about tonight's dinner. I'll be going out. But we are going to dress you so pretty, be the last thing I see as I walk out the door with my lover. Think about how pretty you are when you're a good girl all night long. Now go, pick up your things and your book. I'll be right up, honey, maybe take my time washing that little thing of yours, maybe with soap on my hand, make my little sissy hard, play like you're a real man. Would you like that, honey?" "Yes, Ma'am, yes, please...yes..." You smile at me. I hurry to take my book, feel you grab my wrist quickly, hold me firm, my prison like dress and under pants clutched to my breast. See your beautiful eyes look deeply into me. "You know I love you." Feel you release my wrist. I know not to say anything, just hurry up to my room and then prepare my bath. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 16 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "What were you thinking, baby doll?" Bending forward as you sit on the stool behind me, you run your index finger up over my balls. I wince, yelp. I am swollen from the ball restraint you have me in. Two thin boards that lock around my balls pulling them back and out away from me from behind, thin boards that lay across the backs of my legs just under my upturned butt. I am in a humbler. I quiver, butt held as still as I can for you. "When he pee'd in your face and you looked up at me did you think I'd stop him? Did you think I'd come to your aid? He's my lover. I love him, would never get in the way of anything he does or does not do with a bitch like you. You should know better. You belong to us. We can do with you as we please. It was very disrespectful of you to not focus on him. Indeed. He told you to look at him! You didn't, not after he started to pee on you. You looked to me! Disrespectful little whore! You turned your dirty little face away from him! You knew what he expected of you. He expected you to look up at him, he wanted to piss in your face! Did you think I'd stop him?!? You should be grateful he was even paying attention to you. Fucking stupid bitch!" You are shouting, anger filled voice. You flick very hard with your index finger off of your thumb against my right ball. I scream out, can't help myself. I know better than to answer until told to speak but can't hold back the reflex crying out from the pain. You ignore me. Standing, you look down at me. I've been in the humbler overnight, six hours at least. Balls aching, throbbing, face covered in tears. "I think I'll leave you down here for a while longer, let you think about your attitude." You walk to my side. Your foot at my face, you reach down and pet the back of my head. "It's for your own good. You walk off to the side of me, stare. "Speak!" I feel the crop come down twice hard on my right cheek. "Oh yes, Ma'am, yes. I'm so sorry. Please tell him, please. I am so sorry...", sobbing through the words, shaking, "...please, please believe me, so sorry...tell him, Mistress...sorry, sorry, I am so sorry...". You cut me off in mid-sentence. "That's what he said to me this morning. What a coincidence. He said just that after he fucked me real good. He said you are 'a sorry little bitch'." You bend forward. "Be silent. I'll be back down her before I leave for the office. You need to get dressed properly to do your house work. Don't forget that bathroom needs your urgent care. His piss is still all over the floor where you made him mad. It had better be spotless by the time he gets home tonight. For your sake, little one." You walk to the door of my punishment room. "I want you in all pink today, lots of ruffles. Lots! You are such a pretty boy when you're in pink. That pleases me. And I like him to see you like that. My real man seeing my sissy bitch, knowing he's no threat whatsoever to his woman. I like that. I'll be back for you when I finish dressing and have coffee. You think real hard about what a bad little boy you've been. When my man wants to piss in your face you let him! Next time, open your mouth and take it like the little bitch you are to us!" You turn off the light, door slammed closed behind you. I hear myself start to sob, crying reverberates off the bare walls. My balls ache, throb, I hurt so bad. All I can do is cry and feel so ashamed that I displeased him, displeased you. I want so bad to be forgiven. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 17 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** You see her look at you as you enter the store. You see her watch you intently as she always does when you shop at this lingerie store. She's an older sales staff lady, maybe early fifty-something. She's attractive and looks younger for her years. She almost flirts with you each time you've shopped here. You see her staring at you more than she does at the other women in the store, every time you go there you notice that she watches you, only you. Today you are in a mood to tease, to push. Today you will call her on it. She watches you pick up a pair of very girly panties, you hold them up in your hands expanding the waist band, letting them dangle between your fingers, shake them, like trying to get a dog to come to you. You wave the panties toward her, smile, giver her 'the look'. You wink at her. She comes to you. "May I help you?" She smiles warmly as she addresses you. "Do you like these?" You look into her eyes. You speak quietly, nobody else hears you,very seductive whisper, teasing. "Want to see them on me?" She looks around to see if anyone else heard your comment, flushes slightly. You don't care what she says or does. You are tired of her staring at you like a potential shoplifter or better yet an old hungry lesbian sales lady after your feminine charms. You are still holding the panties. She looks around quickly, back at you. "I think they'd look good on you. Very sexy, would suit you well." She flushes, nothing strange, maybe just wants to make a sale. But you notice, see it. She is seeing you in them. You are enjoying this, you are making her uncomfortable. It isn't completely apparent why yet but you have a feeling, you know this one. "Like younger women in just their panties? Is that why you work here?" She looks stunned. You don't care, are bold, almost want to see her run away. Before she can answer you drop the panties, touch her hand. "I'm going to the dressing rooms. You bring these and pick two others you think I'd like, you choose, bring them to the dressing room. Pick something you'd like to see me in." You giggle girlishly as you drop the panties into her hands. You turn and walk to the back of the shop. When she gets to the dressing room you are already in a booth. You have your skirt off, stand in just your shoes and blouse...no panties. You are naked from the waist down. She knocks and you crack the door. As she starts to hand you the panties through the cracked door you grab her wrist firmly. You pull her into the dressing stall. Nobody else is in the stall area. Her face is slightly red. You are having fun. You smile at her, watch her face. Standing in just shoes, your blouse held up slightly, your pussy exposed, you move to position your back to the door. She is trapped, you between her and the way out. You spread your legs slightly apart. "Help me try them on. I'll let you pick the first pair.", dominant, sexy soft voice, hushed tones but very stern. You stare right through her. "You want the sale you have to earn it. I can tell already you have an eye for this." You gesture down across your beautiful body, across your pussy with your hand. "I see you watch me." You smile into the mirror, back at her, see her face flush even more. She turns bright red. "Well? Help me into them! Do you want to make a sale or not?" You are whispering, almost hoping another shopper comes into the stalls. You want to talk louder, more stern to her. But you're not ready to be that bold...yet. You watch, feel triumphant as she holds the peach sheer ruffled panties she's picked out for you. She holds them open by the lace waist band. She bends forward, almost kneeling. You put a hand on the back of her head to steady yourself, grip the back of her neck gently and step into them, one foot at a time she works the panties up over your shoes. She slips them up over your legs, up over the curve or your rear end. You don't release her head. You take her by her hair, hold her hair gently as she straightens, stands. You smile at her. You were right. You always are. You move up close to her, breath into her ear. "I know you, don't I, little girl? I know what you need." You tighten your grip in the back of her hair but not enough to hurt her or make her cry out. Just enough to hold her in place, she starts to pull away but you hold her tightly. "It's okay. I like girls too sometimes, I really do. What I like most is an older woman like you. I'd say that would be you. An older mature lesbian, right?" You put your hands on her cheeks, hold her face, stroke her left cheek. "I like to be worshipped by a grateful older woman, one that wants to please me, one that wants to touch a cute girl like me. And I like to tease, baby. I love to tease. I love women that appreciate a what younger lady like me has to offer." You turn her head toward the mirror. "Look. Tell me that's not something you want to see more of." You see her look at you in the mirror, see your stunning beauty in just shoes and panties. You like me?" You gesture down with your hand, across your stomach, down your pussy and legs. You release her face. She doesn't answer. But she doesn't pull away either. You smile, wickedly. "Yes.", she is barely audible, whispers sheepishly. "Next pair, girl! Take these off of me." You step back and smile down at her as she takes the panties off of you, lowers them slowly down your legs. Standing in front of the mirror, seeing it all, you exposed with her face inches from your pussy, feeling the air conditioning on your naked rear end, you are aware that you are wet, very wet. The panties she just took off of you are wet slightly too. You've stained them. A young sales girl bursts into the area, chirping, a high-school part-time employee. She has that little girl chirpy voice. "Martha, are you helping a customer? I need help up front, customer has a question I can't answer." She is at the far end of the dressing rooms, not in front of the door to the dressing room. The woman in front of you responds almost panic like, shouts back at the girl. "Yes, I'll be done here in just minute, be right there, helping with a fitting here. I'll be right there." She looks into your eyes, sees you smile. She almost asks permission to leave with her submissive eyes. "I can manage here, 'Martha'." You say here name teasingly, almost mimic the younger sales girl. "You be a good girl, go help the lady up front, do your job!" As you say that, you take her hand quickly, take the panties you just had on and push the inside-out crotch panel to her face, inches away from her lips. You take her hand, push her hand to your pussy, hold it there tight by her wrist. She doesn't pull away, just stares at you, looks like she wants to cry. You feel her fingers move slightly on you. She feels your wetness. "Before you go, Martha, kiss! Kiss them for me, be a good girl." You watch as she pecks a slight kiss to the panel of the panties you hold to her mouth, hesitantly. You feel her fingers move on your naked pussy as she tries to pull her hand away. You pull the panties away from her and wipe your pussy, up and under her slightly struggling hand. You move her hand off to the side of you, drop it. "I seem to have stained them, guess I'll have to buy them. And by the way, are you supposed to be letting women try on panties? Did you have these on someone else's pussy before mine?" You laugh loudly, stare at her red face. She stammers, starts to speak. You move and inch from her face before she says a word. "Kiss them again, lick them. Do it for me! Show me, Martha. Show me you can be a good girl." You push the wet panty crotch to her mouth, push them into her face. You watch her tongue do as ordered. She looks up at you, sheepish eyes, looks like she wants to cry. "That's it. That's my good girl." You are whispering so softly, almost mouthing the words, purring, seducing. You are getting very wet. As she does as ordered you pull them away from her face, look at her coldly. You gently rub the crotch panel across her chin. You let them drop to the floor. Stare at her. "Pick those up! Hand them to me!" You for the first time use your most dominant demanding tone, cruel and in control. You snap your fingers as you say that, point to the door. She is completely flustered, confused by your boldness. She squirms, hurries to pick the panties up off the floor. She takes the other two pair in her other hand. You quickly grab all three pair of them from her, take her wrist tightly in your other hand. "I know you, don't I?" She tugs her hand away forcefully. You laugh softly. "I do, Martha girl. I know you. We are going to have much fun together." As she leaves you look at yourself in the mirror, take your time getting back into your things. You think to yourself, 'This old lesbian will be an interesting addition to my collection.' As you return to the floor area you seek her out, isolate her in a back corner of the store. For the first time you comment on her wedding ring. "Does he know?" You grab her hand hold it by the ring, two-finger tight grip. She looks around the store, so afraid the two of you are being watched. You are, on the security camera. But nothing inappropriate here, it's all so innocent. She doesn't answer. You smile. She quickly pulls her hand away from you. You push the three pairs of panties out towards her. She takes them into her hands. "I won't tell him. He'll never find out from me. Your secret is safe." You laugh. You look seriously into her face. "Martha I want you to call me. I don't think I'll be your first girl, will I? But I know I'll be one of your hottest. I know that much. You can count on that." For the first time she seems intrigued, not afraid. You quickly pull a card from your purse, hand it to her. "You call me, darling. I know cute girls like me don't come along all that often, do they? We're going to have a good time. Maybe even be girlfriends, do lunch." You laugh so loud that several other women look toward you. "I know you, don't I?" You repeat that, let it sink in. You give her the look, say '...don't I' like a command. "Don't I, girl!" You almost shout. "Yes." She looks down at the panties in her hand. Her face turns bright red. "Let's go ring me up, Martha girl. I'll take all three pair. Every time I put them on I'll be wearing them for just you." You smile warmly at her. "Let's go, I'm late for lunch." You march dismissively to the cash register counter, walk briskly in front of her. She hurries, scampers along to join you. You say nothing, totally silent as she processes your purchase. You, stare at her, eyes burn into her, slight smile on your face as she rings up your most intimate items. You see the faint wet spot on the red panties as she scans them. You lean in to her. "I should let you keep those. You can remember our first date, Martha, every time you kiss them, masturbate to them. And I bet you've done that before thinking about me." No others around, nobody hears you. You are having maximum fun with your new toy. You smile at her as you pay. Taking your bag as she hands it to you, you look to see if anyone else is within ear shot. They aren't. You get very stern, grip her hand. "Now you listen to me. You call me, girl. You call me later this evening. Don't make me come back her looking for you. Say 'Yes, Ma'am'...say it!" "Yes, Ma'am." She looks like she's about to faint. You smile, lean back up from counter, stand straight. "I know what you want. I know what you need, Martha. You be a good girl and call me." You say that gently, soft, smile warmly at her, you pat her hand. You turn and leave the store. Feel yourself get slightly wet again as you think instantly about a scene that flashes through your mind. You picture her face pushed up into your ass, see her kneeling, you see her licking your ass while you hold her on a leash. You smile as you walk out onto the street. You are going to make this happen. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 18 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** There are many women in the room, all dressed sexy and beautiful. Your slave matron Ilsa that manages and disciplines your sissy boys in your kennels and several of your girlfriends are standing around you, chatting in a group. These are the special ladies, the kinky elite that come to your parties and gala events with their husbands, lovers and slaves. All women tonight, it's a ladies evening of drinks and fun, 'girls night out' as it read on your invitation. My mother Mary is standing against the wall talking to a woman. You look at her from across the room, see her smile back at you. You turn to Ilsa, hand her your drink. "Hold this." You push your drink at her roughly. You move toward Mary, your arm extended as Ilsa takes your glass just before it falls. You walk to the front of Mary, take her arm firmly, so tight it hurts her. You pull her away from the woman she was talking with, almost drag her away. It catches everyone's attention. You are slightly irritated and it shows. You pull Mary off to the side of the large room in a dimly lit area. She almost falls as she is dragged like an errant child. You push her up against the wall, pin her to the wall with your body. Staring into her eyes you put your mouth on hers. Pushing your tongue into her mouth you kiss her deeply. She swoons, whimpers like a little girl, melts to your kiss. You reach down and with your wrist lift her skirt, fingers quickly to the waist band of the front her panties. In seconds your hand is inside her delicate underpants, your fingers on her pussy. She quivers, breathes so deeply, lost to your kiss. Her eyes are closed but yours are wide open. You watch her face as the index and third finger of your right hand go to the outer lips of her pussy, spreading them. You put your middle finger on her clitoris. She is soaking wet, dripping within seconds. All in the room silently watch, you have everyone's attention, soft music the only sound in the room. Your guests are far from shocked. Several have been waiting for something like this to happen. It's what happens at your parties. They are taken by the scene in front of them. Intently watching, they've seen much kinkier sex scenes at your parties before but this is hot. Very hot. You have the room's undivided attention. Mary writhes as you rub her clit in small circular motions, panting under your kiss. "You my little girl?" You speak so softly, whisper, lips still touching hers. "Yes, oh yes..." You push your finger into her. She moans, lost to it all. Her skirt is up over your arm, up around her waist, panties pulled out by your hand inside them. She pushes back against your hand. All watch in silence. She is lost to you. "You think about me doing this to you, rewarding you with my hand, Mary, do you?" You are an inch from her face. Her eyes closed, breathing so deeply, dripping on your hand, your warm sweet breath on her cheek. "Yes, yes, yes...yes, Marisa, I do..." She squats ever so slightly onto your hand, grinds slightly against it. This makes you smile. She is your latest 'acquisition', a sex addict made to order. "You think about Janie doing this to you, Mary, do you? Talking with Janie over there, chatting her up? You think about her, Mary, instead of me?" You say that so quietly, menacingly, only Mary hears. You whisper in her ear. Her eyes open wide. She turns to your face, looks into your eyes, sees you smile back at her, sees your more than stern look. You feel her stiffen, see concern in her eyes. "No, no, Marisa, no...oooooo, ahhh...please, I'm only for you." You move your finger on her clit, stroke her pussy to drive her crazy, build your rhythm as she says that to you. Her eyes close, she breathes heavily, moans softly, she is addicted to your touch. "Mary, I want to do what you do best for me. Do you want to go down on me, baby, do you, right now? If I asked you to do that right her in front of all the ladies would you do that for me?" You pull your finger off of her clit, push it up between her legs back up into the crack of her rear end. You push up hard, raising her up slightly on her toes, high heels slightly off the floor and standing on her toes as you stab up into her ass with your extended middle finger. "Yes, yes, please let me go down on you, please. I'll so that, Marisa. You know I will. Oooo, please...oooo..." She moans, pushes her butt against your finger. Your finger presses up against her tiny hole, just at the edge of it deep into the crack of her butt. You put your mouth over hers again, kiss her deeply. She sucks at your tongue as you push it into her mouth, down her throat. Just the tip of your finger up into her tight hole, you kiss her deeply, make her moan. You feel her start to lower herself onto your finger, feel her cheeks close tightly around your hand. You take your hand off of her quickly, yank it out of her panties. Her skirt lowers bunched around her hips as you pull your hand roughly out of her underpants. Your hand covered with her wetness and scent goes to the side of her face. You pet her. "Get upstairs, Mary. I want you to worship me. I want my pussy licked. Not here, want you all to myself. You'll wait for me on your knees. Move, girl." Several hear you say that, your voice raised. You pet her face, give her a quick peck of a kiss on her lips. You turn to Janie as you say that. You hear a soft girlish dimunitive 'yes, yes...yes, ma'am...' from Mary through her deep panting breaths. You feel her hands on you, she touches your hips. You push them away. "Get your little ass upstairs. On your knees and waiting, dress off, panties to your ankles, move!" You say it so loud the entire room hears you. You watch as she scampers off from you, away from the wall, rushes to the stair. Others watch as she hurries, face bright red. She almost trips over herself trying to move to your room so quickly. "Girls, I'll be back down in a moment. I need to spend some quality time with my bitch. I'm working with her now to train for total submission in any situation. And it did turn me on watching her with you, Janie. Got me hot thinking of that eager little mouth. I know what you were thinking, Janie. Don't I?" You look to Janie, laugh warmly. She's your friend. "I know you like girls more than boys. I can't have you turning my little girl's head just yet. Soon but not yet." You wink at the woman Mary was talking with. Smile. She smiles back, raises her glass to you. "I may let the bitch go down on you, Janie, haven't decided yet if I want to share her. She's so damn good at it. Highly motivated attractive cougar lady, may just have to keep that for myself, I've never had one like her. I haven't decided yet." You laugh, walk by Ilsa and take your drink from her. "Keep the ladies amused, Ilsa dear. I'll be back. Maybe show off her son, they'd probably like that. Maybe a whipping. I think they'd enjoy that. The other serving bitches can keep them in drinks if you want to make a show of Princess." You glance at me, see me on the other side of the room with a tray full of drinks. I cannot hear you but know you are talking about me. "I'm gonna go cum on Mary's face. It shouldn't take me too long to do that." The two of you girlishly giggle as you walk away. I watch you walk to the stairs. Your party with all the special lady friends is in full swing. No boys allowed tonight, the men won't be joining in. I keep completely to myself. I am serving drinks with three other sissy boys. All of us in only 4" spike heel shoes, tiny padlocks at each of our ankle straps. We wear locked cock harnesses. We also wear fox tail butt plugs, 'trademark' of your serving staff at these type parties. We all have real fox tails attached to bulbous six inch dildos pushed deep into our rear ends, held in place as our little holes 'clamp' down around the narrow end by the fur tail, each huge bulb pushed up deeply inside of us by the matron prior to your guests arriving. We have been trained to not them slip out, trained well with your whip in hand. We are all naked and waxed baby smooth, each of us made up very slutty with deep dark eye shadow and glossy shiny lips. Each of us trained to 'walk properly' when we serve your guests, we mince like super models on the runway. I saw my mother with you against the wall, didn't dare say a word. I felt my penis shrink in its harness, didn't' dare look at you, kept busy serving drinks to your lady guests. One of your guests commented to me as she took a champagne flute from my serving tray. "Princess, it must run in the family." She is aughing to the lady standing with her, talking to me but looking at you and my mother against the wall. "Yes, Ma'am." It's all I could say as I curtsied and continued with my serving duties 'Yes, ma'am or no ma'am' the only permissible response for we serving sissies. Say anything else to one of your lady guests and I'd be pulled from serving duty and whipped, punished, put into my cage for the rest of the evening. I see you move up the stairs, don't know what my mother will have to do for you. She is a willing participant in your house, has adapted well under your hand. She is now one of your favorite love toys. She is addicted to you. Ilsa motions to me. I hurry to her as she snaps her fingers and shouts my name from across the room. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 19 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** The two of you sit in your study, big over-stuffed chairs. You sip scotch, just a leisurely evening with your lover by the fire. I hear you ring your bell. I hurry to your call, almost run, high heels clicking on the floor as I move to you quickly. I enter the room dressed as I am around your house for evening service. I am in my evening sissy serving outfit, ruffled sissy dress, puff shoulders with flared skirt, heavily petti coated, ultra ruffled panties, seamed stockings and high heels. Your lover looks at me the way he always does. He doesn't understand me at all, doesn't understand why you keep me as your devoted slave. I hurry to your side. "Princess, two more of these." You don't acknowledge me, just hold your glass up and sip at half of the remaining drink. Your lover glares. "Hold on. This is like a play, a game." He puts his glass on the table next to his chair. "Marisa, this faggot is convenient but does he have to be around 24x7?" He looks at me as he says that. My face reddens. I look to the floor start to take your glass. You pull it away, stare at him. Before you respond to him he raises his voice, talks at me. "Okay. Let's all play. You want to keep this bitch around, play these dirty games, why not." He unzips his pants, undoes his belt quickly. "Let's get it over with. Get over here sissy. You did this once before, cocksucker. Fairy boys aren't my thing. But let's just fucking do it again, let's play Marisa's game. Use your faggot mouth on me, that will make her happy tonight." Mocking, teasing tone, he is being angry and defiant. He slips his pants and underwear down below his cheeks fast, sits back down firmly in his chair completely exposed with his pants and underwear to his ankles. His huge cock droops between his semi spread legs. "You are so cruel. I don't like that about you. I don't like the way you are acting now, baby." You look at him. "Me??? You should talk, Marisa. You whip that faggot's ass silly whenever you like." I look to you, confused, for just an instant. I see you turn and glare at me, glare harsher than he did. You almost snarl. "Well? He told you to do something! Why are you standing there?!? When he tells you to do something it's just like me telling you to do something. Are we confused, bitch??? Will my paddle maybe clear your stupid little mind? What are you waiting for?!?" I look away quickly as you sternly scold me. I hurry to do as told, almost stumble in my heels as I move rapidly to the front of your lover. I kneel and am quick to take his cock in my mouth. My head starts to move up and down on his large semi erect cock, feel it swell to full erection in my mouth. You are looking at me from the back. You see my little-girl ruffled panties exposed, my butt pushed out from behind. You see the outline of my cock restraint and locked butt dildo plug up between my spread legs. You see it all up under my skirt as it pushes up high from me bending over him. You see my mouth and head moving up and down on your lover's lap rapidly. "No, I mean you are cruel in all the wrong ways. I love you but you don't get it at all, so fucking insensitive to all of them. My sissy pets are afraid of you, you know that. I think you like it that way. They respect and fear me. They only fear you." You sip from the quarter glass in your hand. You watch my head move up and down on him rapidly, hear the sounds I make while sucking his cock. You look at him. "He only wants to please. No reason for you to be so mean spirited. And I am cruel to him only to teach, give him what a slave needs to stay submissive. I love him too and I know what he needs. He's my favorite pet. You may never understand that. He needs what I give him." I feel him pull my face up, feel him pull my mouth roughly off of his cock by the sides of my head. "Slow down, this isn't a fucking race!" He slaps my face. "I am so sorry, Sir, sorr...", feel my mouth pushed back down onto him in mid-sentence, can't even mumble the last of the word 'sorry' he does it so quickly. I feel his erect cock hit the back of my throat. I stifle a choking sound. He sits back in his chair, comfortable, watches me. I feel him start to get into what I'm doing, feel him start to lose himself to my mouth. He stares down at me, can feel his eyes on me, he sees my lipstick all over his hard on. I keep my eyes closed so as not to have to see him. I don't like this man. I would never let him or you know that. "He's just eager. Don't be so hard on him. He's trying to be a good boy and doesn't want to make a mistake." You lean back in your chair, sip the remainder of your scotch. "Have you fucked Mary yet, have you fucked his mother? I have his mother eating out of my hand. She's a first class little slut girl, just like he is." I think of Mistress seducing my mother. Inviting her to one of your gala sex parties, shepherding her through it all, in little or no time, discovering, exploiting, bringing out the kinky bi-sexual side of her. I think about my mother now being a regular visitor in your house, my mother now a regular in your bedroom and punishment room. You stare at your lover, drain the rest of your glass. Eyes over the top of your rocks glass, you are measuring his face. "Fuck no I haven't fucking fucked his mother!!! Marisa, you are hard to understand sometimes. Fucking incredible!" He glares at you, sees you smile, deliciously, tauntingly. "Marisa, Marisa, Marisa where did I find you. You are a strange one. Kinkiest women I've ever known." He's breathing heavily. I feel his hand go to the back of my head. He throbs in my mouth, I push my tongue up into the hole of his penis, lick it. "Good, honey. That's the right answer, fuck anybody but me and I'll break that thing off. Keep it in my purse. You're my boyfriend, nobody else's. No need to get all excited." You lick your lips, air-kiss toward him. He starts to grunt, moans. He can feel what I'm doing now, undeniable, could cum if he wanted to. And he will. I'm trying as hard as I can to make that happen. Not for him, for my Mistress, for you. I'm milking just the large head of it, doing my special little trick, tongue up under his cock across the hole, head of it pushed up tight to the roof of my mouth. I am pumping him to make him cum, working hard. "Marisa, if any other woman said that to me I'd think it was a joke. But you? I have to sleep with one eye open now, hand on my...", he looks down at me, feel his hand on my head, "...uh, uh, ooooooooo, right there, right there." He catches himself, pushes his hip up, arm on the chair to raise himself up in it. "Uh, Uh, fuck. Marisa, don't talk, just don't talk right now...oooooo..." He closes his eyes, starts to pump slightly, takes his hand off my head. He grabs the leather arms of the chair, sinks his fingers deep into them, then pulls his hands off of the chair and grabs my head, holds me so tight it hurts. He moves my head, uses it to masturbate, face fucks me while he moves my mouth up and down on him. You watch intently, smile, amused that just this simple dirty little act can completely captivate a man. 'Men are so easily manipulated by that thing.', flashes across your mind. You are loving what you are seeing. When he cums, I hold his cock in my mouth tight, afraid to hurt him but more afraid to spill a drop of it. He explodes into the back of my throat, five hard spurts. Some of it spurts out slightly onto my dress. I swallow it all as quick as I can. Three more little spurts, then drips, I feel him push my head off and away from him. He pushes me roughly away. He is through with me. "Well that was unexpected, very nice. That little faggot should have been born a girl. Maybe I do see why you keep him around." He takes his drink from the table, tosses it back. He drains the glass and holds it out to me. "Princess, maybe I have under estimated you after all. Fetches drinks, sucks dick, cleans house, you'd make a good wife." You laugh as I hurry to take his empty glass, stand and hurry to you. You hand me your glass, take my arm before I can leave for the kitchen. I feel your other hand on my rear, cup my right cheek, pat it gently. "You're a good boy, honey. I didn't mean to yell at you, call you 'stupid'. You know mama gets inpatient sometimes. And don't pay any attention to his mean talk. I know he secretly likes you as much as I do. Fix your lipstick, you're a mess, baby doll. But more drinks first. Mama has her priorities straight." I feel you release my arm, look away and back to him. You see him wiggle back into his pants, zip up and fasten his belt. "Baby, I would never break that thing off. Do you know how much I love it, love you? Hard to find a man that can use that like you do, and one that can handle my dark side, hard to find indeed. And I have to keep you away from all my girlfriends too. Don't think they haven't noticed. And the ones that see you at my secret affairs, they notice, they notice. They all know I'm going steady with the good one. That's what they call you, 'the good one'." I hear your words trail off, hear your giggly laughter as I hurry to the kitchen. I taste him all over my mouth, feel some of his cum on the front of my dress. Feel stained, unpretty, submissive and completely helpless. I know that I won't be asked to come to your room tonight, not with him in the house. I focus myself on what's important, pleasing you. My Mistress has told me to do something. I hurry to bring your drink. His too. His drink I bring for you. Not him. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 20 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am standing in front of you wearing sissy-like cute little heels. That and the permanent gold ring you had put in place up tight around the back of my penis and balls. You had one of your 'friends', a regular party guest at your house, fit me with the ring in his jewelry shop, remember being marched in at 3am, only you and he in attendance. I remember having to stay perfectly still, butt up and kneeling naked on his work bench as he worked. I remember you video recording the entire process, called it my 'wedding album'. I remember having to suck his cock naked and on my knees, 'wedding ring' in place, after. I remember having to 'thank' him for the fitting. It is a seamless gold quarter inch thick ring just tight enough to not cut off circulation but tight enough to be impossible to remove. You call it my 'slave wedding ring'. My cock harness is on the table next to you. My hands are placed firmly on my butt cheeks holding them wide apart and open. I know not to move them until you tell me too. I am naked and perfectly made up, only in deep dark eye makeup and blush, slutty pink lip gloss and perfumed. I was doing laundry and housework when I heard your ring the bell. I rushed to you immediately. "So cute, let's leave that off for a while." You took my cock harness off, pulled it off and let my soft little penis bounce forward. Free. You took it off of me as soon as I presented myself to you at the ring of your bell. "It's so cruel of me to make you wear that thing but you and I both know it's very necessary, baby." "Yes, Ma'am." You lean forward. Feel you place your left hand up under my balls, cradle them in it. I feel my penis start to stir, feel your right hand pet it. I look down see the top of your head, see your pretty hair, as you lean forward and inspect me. You give me quick kiss on my lower stomach, loving. I feel goose bumps rise on my rear end, my legs and arms. We are in your living room. You sitting on the couch, you look at me, standing up straight in front of you presenting myself. "That little boy thing of yours really is cute, honey. You know that. It's precious." You look up at me, smile. "You know there actually are girls that would find that little thing attractive." You bounce my penis in your palm. "Not many but a few." My little penis gets hard as you pet it and play with it, watch it bob up off the palm of your left hand as you stroke the top of it. Cupping my tiny balls, you let it push up in front of your face as you make me erect. You are wearing sheer black panties, no bra, your breasts are clearly visible under your open silk short robe, your nipples harden as your breath deepens, quickens. You are turning yourself on. Your hair is soft, down, no makeup on, the natural beauty of you is radiant. You are a barefoot queen, so pretty, gorgeous. As you shift your legs slightly I smell your scent, feel my penis start to throb as you play. I feel you squeeze it in your hand. You look up into my eyes. "I know you want to fuck me." You sit back on the couch. I feel your hands slip away from me, I say nothing, feel my heart sink. "We're not going to do that now. Not today, little man. I'm going to save myself for my intern later tonight." I see you let your robe drop off of your shoulders, see you spread your legs slightly. See the wet spot between your legs on the front of your sheer panties. "I want you to walk for me, princess. Wanna see that so very precious little erection bounce as you walk for me, go ahead baby. And keep your hands where they are, spread that butt too. Mama's in the mood for your little show." I see you slip your hand down into the front of your panties, see it cover your pussy under the pushed out wet spot on top in front of them as you start to finger yourself. I hear you moan slightly as I start to walk for you, mince, model. I feel your eyes burn through me as you start to rub yourself, finger yourself, hear your moans, see you writhe in on the chair. I walk, mince, strut, show myself off for you, little erection standing straight up and pushed out in front of me, my little butt moving side to side, cheeks spread, tiny hole exposed. I feel the coolness of the room air on me as I walk back and forth, around the room and in front of you. I hear you start to lose yourself to your fingers. "Oh yes, baby! Work it for me, yes...", you are on the verge of orgasm, "...you hot little bitch!" Grinding my hips, subtle, I want my Mistress to like what she sees as she brings herself to climax, cums using my little sex show to excite and amuse her. You cum hard, soak your hand and panties, the chair you sit on. "Ooooo, yes!" You are still, shiver slightly. You look up at me. You motion me to you, one hand snapping your fingers, other hand's fingers slip out of your panties. Motioning me to the front of you, you smile as you silently call me with your wet index finger. You put your shiny soaked finger to my lips. "Kiss it, baby." I smell you, all over your hand. Hear you giggle as I so gently kiss your finger. You present the rest of your hand and watch as I kiss it. You push your fingers into my mouth. You slowly lower your hand away from my mouth, the wonderful scent of you all over me, can taste you. "Now, I'm going to do something. Don't you go and get spoiled all on me. This is something I thought about while I just finger-fucked myself. Don't tell my dare tell my boyfriend about this." Hear you laugh as you say that. You know that's an absurdity. You lean forward and pull me up close to you. I feel your index finger hook the gold ring around my balls and pull in tight. I feel your tongue quickly lick the underside of my still standing straight up erect penis. You look up at me as you lick. "And if you even think about cumming, it's over. We stop and you get whipped, put you into your cage for the rest of the day. That, and I never do this again. Do you understand, little man?" "Yes, Mistress, yes. I won't cum, promise, yes..." "Shhhhh..." You smile up at me. "Do you know how wet you make me? How turned I get having you to use and abuse like I do? Do you?" I see you lean forward not waiting for an answer. "My little princess. My little bitch." I feel you take me into your mouth, feel you put it all the way in up to my gold ring. It's so easy for you to push it all the way in, my small little boy erection. I feel you start to stroke me slowly, sucking hard you start to pump, holding my hips tightly in place so that I'm held in place in front of you. Back and forth on me with your wet mouth, you masturbate me. You pull back off or me slowly, still sucking hard, 'pop' sound as I am pulled out of your mouth. "You want to fuck me, don't you, baby doll?" You take your mouth off of me and then push it back onto me as soon as you say that. You feel me stiffen, know that you are so very right. I am crazy for you, moaning and whimpering, 'yessss, Ma'am, yessss...oooo', over and over. You slowly stroke me all the way in and out, so easy for you, such a tiny little erection. I am not like your lover. He is huge, at least nine inches long. I have chocked on him may times for your amusement. I am like a little boy. I think of your new boy, the one you will be with tonight. He's the intern from your office, works for you now. He's the boy from the meeting with one of your clients, the boy you stole, seduced away from his employer. I hate answering your door and seeing him smiling at me, showing him in to see you. He's slapped my face hard several times. I like him less than I like your lover, super jealous of both of them and they know it. And then it's over. I feel you pull your mouth off of me. I so very much want you to continue, instantly flash thoughts of your lovers being able to do that to whenever they want, being allowed to cum in your mouth. I say nothing. I see my penis jump straight up, still wet from your mouth, glistening. You lean back in your chair and wipe your mouth. "Oooo, I liked that. Did you, sweetie?" "Oh, Mistress...yes, yes...thank you..." I look down at you, see you pull your robe up over your shoulders. You stand, reach down and take my still erect and wet penis in your hand, cover it completely with your hand, hold me up on my toes by it. Leaning forward, you kiss me on my lips. You look into my eyes. "I liked that too, little man, liked that a lot. You are such a good boy." You release me. "I'm going to shower get ready for later. Why don't be the perfect angel and make me drink for when I'm out of the shower. Maybe I'll let you watch me do my makeup, help me dress for my intern. I know you love doing that for me, honey." You start for your master bedroom. "I think we'll let that little thing out of its cruel cage for a while. It's so cute and I really do like to see it. If I could trust you not to masturbate it wouldn't be necessary, would it, honey?" "No, Ma'am, no." "Now you be good little man and don't touch that thing until I tell you to, finish your housework. I know you will be a good boy." I watch you leave as I look down at my throbbing erection, the gold ring behind it and my balls. Hear myself breathe so deep, so wanting to cum, so wanting to stroke myself. I don't dare, don't dare even think about it. I hurry to finish the laundry I started before being called into your living room by the ring of the tiny bell you use to summon for me. Before I leave the room I glance at my cock harness, your bell. There is a bell in each room of your house. I see the tiny bell sitting next to my cock harness and the key that unlocks it on the table. I think about my position on your life. I feel my penis bounce as I hurry down the stairs to my duties. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 21 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** As I enter your bedroom I see the box on your bedside table. THE box. My face flushes. You are at your makeup table, chemise you had on earlier tossed to the floor, in a ball. I pick it up and put it with your other delicates. I will hand-wash them as I always do tomorrow in the morning morning. I can taste you and taste the leather from licking the chair you sat in clean. I can still feel the wonderful feminine slipperiness on my smooth and baby soft penis and balls, feel the remainder of your wetness on me. I look at the box as I feel myself react to your awesome and dominant presence at your table. I watch you doing your nightly girl things. I see you rub aloe on your hand, start to apply it to your beautiful smooth thighs, legs slightly spread, your pussy in full view, want to rush to you, kneel. Your white silk robe now taking the place of the chemise you wore when you allowed me service you with my 'little baby thing' as you refer to it. It is what you call my penis. I see your beautiful sexy robe spread open in front as you spread the smooth lotion on yourself. I look at the box on your bedside table. THE box. A split second memory, it all comes back to me...see the box on your table...think back two weeks ago, feel my face flush bright red. ************ "Let me see if have this straight, trying to understand, baby doll, I really am." You are standing in front me in tailored black pants, needle point toe high heels, peach low cut blouse. You are very business-like. But sexy more than that. You show a hint of cleavage, sexy lace bra, any man would be enthralled, sexy but professional. Your hair is up in the back showing off beautifully your neck and large hoop earrings. You are just back from a business meeting you had in the city. Your attaché case sits on the floor. A Fed Ex packaging box on the floor sits next to it. "Want to tell me again why I had to pick this up, why you didn't just accept it at the door?" You are holding a thin riding crop. You picked it up as soon as you secured my wrist cuffs, hit me five times fast and hard immediately. I started to cry instantly. You glare at me. You bring the riding crop you are holding up between my legs, quick vicious bites. You bring it up right up between my cheeks and over my balls and penis. I cry out, scream, you just stare coldly. "Please, Mistress, please, I'm so sorry, so very sorry, please...", I mumble through already flowing tears. "Shut up." You move to my side. The crop comes down viciously five more times across the backs of my naked legs and butt. I scream loudly. My makeup is all over my cheeks, happened fast, tears running down my face. I feel my tears drip on my naked chest, all over me. I am completely naked except for a three foot spreader bar holding my ankles apart, locked in place, my wrists in cuffs attached and locked to my collar. Locked up tight, naked, I am completely exposed. And now covered in welts and burning red stripes. I was told to strip completely and get to the basement and wait, 'Have the spreader bar, your collar, cuffs on your wrists, have it all on, you little fuck!' you screamed into the phone into my ear. You called me on the phone a half hour ago, furious. You hit my leg. Bright red stripes across my right inner thigh rise up, fresh, stinging so bad. "Now tell me again. My package was delivered to the door, you turned it down. I get a call that I have to pick it up. I have to drive across town? I HAVE TO FUCKING DRIVE ACROSS TOWN AND PICK IT UP! I'm really trying to understand, princess." You move around me, move to my side. I feel you run your hand down over my naked rear end, feel goose bumps rise under your hand over the burning welts. Through heavy sobbing, I mumble stammer. "He came to the door, Mistress, rang the bell, I was afraid to answer it, was only in heels and a sissy ribbon on my penis, so afraid for him to see, a stranger, I froze, couldn't answer the door, Mistress, I panicked...thought he'd leave it on the porch...so sorry...", I am blubbering through tears. My eye makeup runs down my cheeks in hideous streaks. I am crying and looking to the floor, dancing from foot to foot. "So the Fed Ex guy scared you?" You start laughing. You laugh loud. "I take you out, give your sissy ass to others but you can't let a Fed Ex man see you as the sissy bitch you are?!?" I feel your hand take my penis, squeeze it, hold me up on my toes by it. "Princess, really." "Mistress, I thought he'd leave the package at the door, so sorry. I did, so sorry." Feel you lean up to my ear... "If I take you in just heels and ribbon to the fucking mall, tell you to walk from one end to the other, you'll fucking do it. If I drop you off at a bar in just panties and heels, tell you to go inside and kneel in the men's room, you'll do it. Fucking little bitch! You are afraid of that man seeing you all sissied up, seeing you for what you truly are? I should get his number, offer to sell you to him. You are my full-time bitch. You will learn that." Feel you drop my penis, shoved from your hand. You hear me whimper, start to cry hysterically as you whip my penis and balls. ********** I can still feel it all. I still have the deep stripes, welts and bruise all over my legs and rear end. I remember the whipping yesterday. I learned to be the open and out bitch you want me to be, your 24x7 'house girl', learned what is expected of me now that I live in your house. Answer the door in my sissy dress, naked, doesn't matter—no matter who comes to the door, answer it. No matter who. I see the box on your table, remember it on the floor as you brought it in, almost threw it to the floor sneering at me, had to pick it up yourself, remember the crop brought up between my legs fast and hard, thighs whipped, remember it snapping against my little balls, whipping up over my rear. I remember the crying and begging and being left in the punishment room for almost twelve hours retrained in cuffs to my neck, ankles locked to a spreader bar, 'to think about my attitude'. "What's the matter, baby doll? Cat got your hot pointed sexy little tongue? You know you did a wonderful job of fucking me, really did. I'm still in that after glow thing, cum hard when I use you like that, baby. You are a treasure even with that little boy dick. You should be happy for me." You look at me. Smile, you bring me back out of it. I am still staring at the box, look to you and see you rubbing lotion all over your arms and hands. You stand. "I want you in your cage, sweetie. You know what this is about. Time for milking my pet. But I have a surprise for you too. I'm gonna make my little man a whole lot more submissive, and we both know that's what you want, baby. Your goddess takes such good care of you." You giggle. I see your robe part as you stand, see your breasts, so pretty, want to kiss you. I don't dare. I see your soft stomach, want to touch you so bad. I move to my cage. This cage has a 'special feature'. You had it made just for me. It has a hole in the door. After I crawl in the door it closes up against my rear. I can fit my penis and ball out through a hole in the larger cage door. A drop-down door closes into a tiny hole that holds my balls and penis on the outside of the cage, holds it all in place very tight. It holds me up on my hands and knees making it impossible for me to lower myself or pull forward. I feel you reach in and take my penis and pull it back out through the hole roughly, your finger and thumb making a small tight circle around my balls and pulling them back out of the cage so far I cry out. I feel the sliding door sticking up at the top come down behind my balls, feel it trap them, feel it close so that my penis and little balls are stretched back and out displayed on the outside of the main cage door. They are the only thing sticking out of the cage as you lock it all up. The door with the little hole closes tightly around me from behind. I am stretched and held in a tiny cruel circle no more than an inch and half around. Feel my penis start to throb. I am locked and displayed on my hands and knees on the cold metal floor of what you call my 'milking cage'. I see you put on blue thin rubber gloves, box of them on top of my cage. I hear you pull a soft leather ottoman up behind me. You sit. "Baby, we are storing up a very nice supply of this icky stuff." You put a rubber glove on, take your time. I feel you put a condom on my stretched-out penis matter of factly, almost clinically. You hear me whimper as I push my rear back against the thin metal bars to accommodate. You see the thin bars push up into and 'pattern' on the soft flesh of my rear end and the backs of my legs, my welts pressed up against the metal messh. I feel my hands and knees on the cold metal floor. I see the small refrigerator in front of me. I know what's in it. I know it's only purpose. I feel you do what you've done for the past several months. I feel you apply k-y lubricant and start to stroke my penis. I feel the condom move as my penis starts to get hard inside of it and glide through your hand. "Good boy, you're starting to feel it now. Good boy. I know, I know, that's it. Ooo, that has to feel good, my good boy. Kind of like you fucking me a little while ago, I know you want to cum, baby. Cum for Mama." You talk sexy, soothing, you stroke me to milk me. You masturbate me into the condom. You purr as you hear me whimper. "So cute, honey, so fucking cute, is I should record this, so fucking cute. That's it. Just let it go, make those little sounds you do. It pleases me to hear you do that. Come on, baby, cum for Mama." You talk so sexy, so soothing, charming. You are lost to it. I feel your hand bring me to full erection, feel you make me hard. You point my penis straight down to the floor, trapped in the tiny hole of the cage's 'special opening'. I feel you grip me tight at the base of it, stroke just the head very fast, running it through the tight circle of your fingers. When I cum I let it all go. I start to cry out, feel myself slightly pull at the hole that holds me tight. I push my rear end back hard against the bars, feel the welts from my whipping as I do. "Baby, don't hurt yourself, Mama needs this thing from time to time." I here you laugh, giggle, so soft, so sexy. I feel you take the condom off of me very carefully. I hear you tie the open end, like a balloon at a party, hear the rubber knot snap shut. "Good, very good. But I think this proves what I've been suspicious of but can't ever seem to catch you at." You stand and walk to the fridge, open the small door. I see the rack, the rack that holds almost thirty condoms, tied up tight and full of my cum. You take the rack out, sit it on the floor in front of the cage, in front of my face looking out at you through the thin bars. I feel my balls held by the cage door behind me as I stare at the dangling cum filled condoms. It looks like fruit on a tree. It is. It is 'fruit' that you expect me to eat. "See, baby doll? There are different amounts in some of these, see, different days, different volume? The one you just filled, look how much? See what happens with I let you fuck me, baby?" You hold up the condom you just took off of me. "I bet if I did a graph, charted the times you were being an insolent little bitch, it would map to these puney little offerings like those there." You hold the condom up to next to one that is half full. "I think you masturbate too much, think I need to control that and control my little bitch's submissive edge. We both know that you need a strict hand. You can't even answer the door for a Fed Ex delivery without guidance." You put the condom into the rack. It hangs like a less-than-full water balloon, my cum in each one of the condoms on the rack swing slightly as you put it back into the fridge. "So, do you remember when you were acting like the insolent slut that I describe? Think that word pretty much would describe you sometimes, a spoiled insolent little bitch, a brat. You'll learn." You tap the cage as you close the fridge door. "We're building up quite a collection, my little princess. Ten more and it will be time for you to drain each of them into your mouth for me. I can hardly wait. Then we start over, baby doll. Does that please you that I am amused by your dirty little act? Does it?" "Yes, Mistress, yes...so sorry, really, sorry I didn't answer the door." I feel myself start to stammer. "Yes, there is that. You made me pick up my special gift package to you. I had to pick it up myself, remember? Indeed! That was the biggest part of it for me, you accepting it at my door. You denied me a huge part of what I wanted, expected most. You denied me the fun of you having to sign for this all displayed in your sissy girly best. I planned it that way. I fucking planned it that way! It was a test. You failed!" You move to the back of my cage, look down at my balls and penis trapped in the guillotine-like door. You tap my balls, hear me wince, cry out. "I think you cum too much, way too much when I'm not around. I want those condoms filled to the brim. You aren't doing that for me, bitch." I see you walk to the table and pull something out of the box and return to the ottoman behind me. "Not a word, princess." I feel you slip something over my penis, feel it pulled back to my balls, feel rings being set in place just between my body and my throbbing balls, another ring over the base of my soft penis. I hear a 'click', hear it all locked in place tightly. "Delightful!" I feel you pat the plastic tube holding my penis in place, feel the cage of what I know is a cock harness, hear its plastic 'clank' against the bars of my cage as you slap it. "Baby, you stay right here, I'm going to get a glass of wine, come back and savor this. This really is a sight to see. You have no idea. Don't bother to get up." I hear you giggle as you move out the door. I hear the heavy plastic hit against the cage metal door, feel myself move in the tube, flex against the tightness of it, feel the still wet end of my penis push up against the curved end of it. You return, sit on the edge of your bed. "I know you masturbate a lot. And I know that the key to a submissive little queen is not letting that happen unless I want it to. I own that little dick." You sip your wine. You look down at me, your robe pulled up and tied in front. "You're wearing a cock harness. You can pee in it, shower in it, I can leave it on as long as I like, all sterile and safe. And you can't distract yourself with any embarrassing unwanted erections, not when you should be thinking of other things, like pleasing me around my house. Like answering the fucking door." You put your wine on the table, walk to the cage. I feel you lift the trap door holding me in place, feel my caged balls and penis slip back into the full cage up behind me, feel myself pull away from the door. I moan, whimper. You open the larger cage door. "Come to Mama, baby. Stand up, let me see my little man." I feel my knees ache. It hurts as I work my way out of the cage. I look down at the locking cock harness, feel my heart sink. I know it won't come off, not unless you say so, no more masturbating without asking permission. "That is positively darling!" You stand and take a pair of panties out of your dresser. "I know these aren't yours but put them on." I step into them. I stand, looking to the floor. I feel humiliated. "Yes! Hardly shows, invisible! I love this." You sit back down on the bed. "Baby, what do you say?" "Thank you, Mistress Marisa. Thank you." You reach up, take it in your hand, inspect it. "Oooo, this is way better than I thought it would be. I think I'm gonna let you sleep in my bed tonight. Would you like that?" You smile up at me. "You know I would, Mistress, please, yes." I feel you pat my rear as you turn me, reach around behind me and pull me around so my rear is facing you. You bend me over and inspect me from the back up between my legs. You reach down firmly and pull my cheeks up in your hands. You spread them so far it hurts. You realize you can restrain me my pulling my cock harness back and up between my legs from behind. "Wow, I had no idea, should have been doing this months ago. I can see you held locked to the wall like this while I whip your legs in front. I like it." You push me away, stand and turn the bed back. "This has me all horny again, sweetie. I want you to make me cum again, this time with your mouth. We both know you can't do it now with your little thing." I see you sit back on the bed, put one knee up, knee up tight up close to your chin. You let your other leg fall to the side. You spread your legs as you pull your pretty robe open, one leg dangling over the bed, your foot on the floor. "Just lick me gently, slowly, baby, I know you like doing that. Let's make this about you, princess. Go ahead. We are celebrating. It's your first night of the rest of your life in a cock harness. I do appreciate your commitment to me, baby doll." You giggle girlishly, wickedly loud laughter as you smile up at me. You snap your fingers and point to your pussy. "Lick, doggy." I hurry to kneel at your bed, face quickly pushed up into your pussy. I start to lick you, lose myself to you. For almost an hour my penis strains, chafes at its cage. I hear you cum repeatedly, my face slippery with your wetness. I feel you hold my head tight and grind against my mouth. And when you finish you push me away gently, pull me up into bed. You turn out the light. I feel your body as you touch up against me. You are asleep almost immediately. Feel my penis strain at its cage. I feel the cold locked plastic tube that will become a constant reminder that I am yours. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 22 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *********** I hear the female chatter as I come down the hall from your kitchen and main bar area. I have a tray full of margaritas. As I enter the room I see several faces I recognize, all kinky ladies that know what you are about. And know what I am about. I see two faces I've never seen before. I hurry to the ladies with the drinks you ordered me to prepare prior to their arrival at your gathering. You are dressed, as the other ladies are, for an afternoon luncheon, summery dresses, beautifully appointed, all of you. The large windows of your sitting room are open, sun and the sounds of summer fill the room. I serve drinks to the ladies in the room. I am careful to curtsey as each glass is taken by one of your guests from the tray I carry. As I serve the last one and start to leave the room I hear you snap your fingers. You talk sternly to me. "Princess, present yourself." You are sitting on a long couch, ladies all around the room in chairs and lounges. I am in a pink ultra girly dress, super ruffled lace panties under a short flared skirt. I wear pink 4" stiletto open toed high heels with small padlocks at the ankle straps. I am dressed as you always have me dress for afternoon serving duty. I quickly put down my serving tray. I lift my dress and lower my panties just below my cheeks. I arch my back slightly and push myself out showing, offering my butt. It is instinct when I hear you say 'present yourself' no matter where we are. I stand like that facing you for all to see. I am baby smooth and soft, the marks of my last whipping still in plain view on my cheeks and the backs of my legs. I am the perfect sissy on display in front of your guests. My little penis is locked in a tight and confining cock harness and it is clearly visible in front of me for all the ladies to see. "Oooo, he has a baby's butt!" Comments start to come from around the room. The ladies, 'oooos' and 'aaaahs', mixed with some giggling fill the room. My face turns bright red. It always does when you make me do humiliating things like this. You are showing me to some of them for the very first time. "Come here, dear." I move closer to you. You take a large safety pin from the drawer in the table next to you. You turn me around by my legs, my butt right up in front of you. My panties hang down just below my cheeks. I let them dangle like that as I hold up my dress. I know better than to do anything else until told to. You lift and pin my skirt up above my waist in the back. You knew you were going to do this, planned it. You had a large pink plastic baby diaper pin at the ready. "Much better for all to see, darling. And it matches your cute little bow." I have a pink ribbon up behind my cock cage and around my little balls. I have a huge bow in the front that sits on top of my penis. I feel the lady nearest to you take my cock cage in her hand. She bounces it. "He's like a baby. And this ribbon is beyond cute. He's adorable, Marisa!" She laughs. "Do you ever use this little thing? It doesn't look like it would be very satisfying." She leans in and examines me closely, fondles my cock harness, stares. Then she pushes me out of her hand quickly. I feel you pat my rear as she does that. You push slightly, makes me move away and back to the center of the room. All eyes are on me. "Oh yes I do, for a number of things. Whipping it is as much fun as letting him struggle to try and fuck me with it. But he only gets to do that very rarely. I use his other side frequently. That little hole is very valuable to me. I have several men that like fucking him better than they would fucking any of you girls, straight men too. Let's just say that he's very popular. Aren't you, darling?" "Yes, Ma'am." I answer the room, feel my face flush. "Really? Fuck him, are you serious?" One of the new lady guests comments, has never seen me before, never been to any of your special parties. "Show them your little hole, honey. Show the ladies what drives the boys wild, makes them bid so high for you." You sit and watch as I arch my back, spread my cheeks with my hands and show myself to the room. My face is bright red, feels like I will explode. "He's tighter than any of you chicks. You can bet on that. Especially you, Barbara dear." You laugh lean forward, wink at the room. Giggles all around, they are amused at what they are seeing, hearing. They are having fun. "Careful, he'll steal your husbands and boyfriends, trust me on that. This little whore is very much in demand. He's one of my favorites. And so fucking submissive it's scary. My boyfriend uses his mouth when I'm not in the mood." You smile as all the ladies admire me. One leans in and puts her hand up between my cheeks, inspects me, holds my rear apart so far it hurts with her fingers. I feel one of her fingers probe at my rear, feel her other hand go up between my legs and cradle my little balls, my cock harness held in in place by her hand as she inspects my little hole. "He is really like a little boy, I can't believe it." You smile, beam. You are proud of your 'work of submissive art', proud of your bitch. I feel you take my arm, pull me to you away for the lady holding my cock penis restraint. "Let me show you just how cute and baby like he truly is. I'll share something with you girls. I think you will all enjoy seeing just how amusing my little sissy bitch can be. Let's have some fun with him." You smile up at me. "Princess, let's reward you. Up on Mama's lap, girl, let's go." You pat your lap. You look up at me, wicked smile. You see the look in my eyes. I know what that means, 'reward' me. The most private and intimate thing you do with me. Nobody has ever seen this before, you told me it was our special secret, you called it our 'act of love'. I hesitate. You glare at me, pat your lap more forcefully. "Do I have to get the whip?" "No, Ma'am, no. Please, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Ma'am." I hurry to my 'position'. I know it well. I hurry to move across your lap face up. You pull my dress up over my waist to my chest, hold it up with your elbow. You push my panties down my legs with your other hand roughly, push them down below my knees. You take the tiny key you wear around your neck on a thin gold necklace and unlock my cock harness. You pull the plastic locking tube harness off of me, making me wince as my baby-like penis flops out of it. You sit the harness on the table next to you. The ladies are on the edge of their seats, watching intently. You have their undivided attention. Across your lap, face up, naked and exposed, my little inch and half long penis sticking straight up, I am in 'position'. My butt rests on the tops of your legs, cradled between them as they spread slightly, bunched up ruffled panties pushed down to my ankles. I can feel the warmth of you upper bare legs, your dress just up slightly above your knees. My pink sissy girl dress is pulled up over my chest to my chin. I turn my face to the side of the couch, try to keep it pushed against the cushion, trying to hide in the cushion and looking to the back of it. Your left forearm is pushed down across my lower stomach hard. You hold me in place. You look to the lady at your left. "Time this. Look at your watch, be a dear." You start. You are holding me in place. My feet flex, kick slightly as you move your finger and thumb on me. You take my soft penis into your fingers almost clinically and start to pump just the little head of it. I am arched with my stomach up across your lap. I look like a baby being diapered. Your show begins. One of the ladies comments as you start to work. "Cute, he really is super cute. At least I see what you see in him as far as that goes, Marisa. He's like a baby boy doll. Or should I say girl doll. It's like having a real live doll to play with. I've never seen a dick that small before." She leans forward to the very edge of her seat, watches. I hear you giggle girlishly. I also hear the commanding tone in your voice under that girlish sound. "Don't you look away, princess, show the ladies your pretty face. A pretty little boy like you has nothing hide, darling." I turn my face to them, feel the bright red flush to my cheeks and neck, see them all staring back at me. I am on your lap being masturbated. You are moving my baby-like little erection through your thumb and forefinger. I feel your hand come down across the top of my permanent gold ring, the ring that surrounds my balls tightly, feel my little balls squish against it as you pump faster. You are pumping me to make me cum, not holding back, not teasing, just want me to cum and you want that to happen fast. "Come on, baby doll, start to feel the feeling. I had you whipped a couple of nights ago for not being able to last more than a couple of minutes when I let you put this in me. Surely you can do this quicker now, do that for me. Come on now. Cum, for me darling, don't be bashful." I start to move against your hand slightly, you hear me start to whimper, my hips writhe slightly on your lap. "That's it. Come on, honey. You can do it for the ladies. Make a mess for Mama." You are purring, whispering to me. There is complete silence in the room, only the sound of my whimpers and your sexy tone. Then it happens, my cum drips down over the head of my penis, the first little spurt. You are careful to aim it such that it hits my lower stomach. You don't want any of it on your dress or on the couch. You push and pull my penis up and away from you, almost distastefully, so certain as to aim my cum. I drip, you direct where it all goes. "Oooooooooooo, that's it baby doll, come on. Look at that little mess you make. Precious! Such a good little man. That's my little boy." I feel you milk me matter of factly as you chat to the ladies. I hear the other woman laugh in amusement, two of them smiling at me. I don't dare look away. "How long?" You look to the lady to your left, holding her watch as you milk the last of it. "Three minutes, ten seconds." She laughs, turns to the lady next to her. She speaks softly. "He's like a baby. Don't know about you, Marsha but I'm a little wet, very hot." She giggles, looks back toward me. I jerk slightly, spasm on your lap, careful not to lose control of myself, careful not to earn a whipping. "Girls, you have no idea. Took a lot of patience on my part to make my princess the little man you see here on my lap, the little man I own completely." You say that as you wipe your hand on my dress. You gently push me off your lap toward the floor. You let me know it's over. Let me know to move off you, fast. "And don't let any of that mess get on my carpet, young lady! If you do I'll take you to your cage for the rest of the day." I hear you snap at me as I hurry to cup it all with my hands, push it up over my stomach, rub it up over the inside of my dress, lick it off of my hands. I do anything to not let it fall to the floor. I let my panties stay bunched around my ankles, lower my dress back down in the front. My rear still exposed by my pinned up skirt in the back, I feel the summer room air on my butt. I feel the wet cum all over me, taste it in my mouth. Eyes to the floor, quickly, so quickly I turn to you, curtsey. "Thank you, Mistress, I hope that pleased you. Thank you, Mistress." Laughter around the room, I hear comments. 'So polite!', 'endearing little bitch, isn't he', 'can you believe it?', comments fly amongst the amusement, the large laughter. And then one lady starts a slight applause. All follow. I feel my face burn, so embarrassed, want only to be with you, want only to share my dirty little 'reward' acts with you. Not them. Polite applause fills the room. You look to the room. "Now tell me if that isn't the sweetest little thing you've ever seen? One of the dirtiest too." You laugh loudly, smile to the room. You gesture with your hand toward my penis, up and down my body. You look up into my eyes. "You may go now. I think you should probably take this and put it back on in the kitchen, don't you? Leave those panties around your ankles. I like the hobble effect." "Yes, Mistress." You laugh as you hand me the CB-6000 cock harness you took off of me while the ladies watched. "And wash your hands real good before you serve the deserts and wine, missy." There is a huge round of laughter when you say that, hear one lady from across the room say. "Yuck, please do! Don't want any of that on my piece of cake." She laughs. "Now if that was that cute boyfriend of yours, Marisa, well that would be different. He can put that all over my cake anytime." Your friend Barbara chimes in. "Bite your tongue, girl! I don't share him or his cum." You laugh as I take my cock harness from your extended hand. I bow to you. "Thank you, Ma'am, thank you." I see you look away, chat with the ladies. I hear you as I hurry to walk to the kitchen, my heels clicking and echoing in the long hall as I go, hobbled by my panties down around my ankles. "Well, that was fun. But enough of the amusing little show, girls, let's talk about serious matters. Let's talk business. Let's get the planning for my next fund raiser gala locked down. The next one is going to be a show to end all shows. You new girls are in for a real treat. I know you've never seen anything like the breeding party I put on with my little bitches." I hear you take command of the room as the kitchen door closes behind me. I hurry to clean myself up. I put my cage back on tight. I prepare the desert servings and wine tray. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 23 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "I want to thank you for meeting me for lunch. I know you probably would have turned down my invitation had I made it on my own. I don't really know you I think I may have put you off at you wonderful party the other night. Charles told me that he asked you to meet with me. Thank you for accepting, Marisa." She's very well dressed, stylish and business like. Her little girl cuteness cleans up well in business attire. Sharp tailored just-below-the knee tight wool skirt, low cut but professional without a hint to 'slutty' revealing white blouse and large pearls, crisp jacket, form fitting, hair up high and large diamond earrings. She's made up flawlessly. She looks like a cross between a television news anchor and a corporate razor-sharp-teeth tax attorney. She smiles at you as you sit. She's at an atrium table in the courtyard of one of the cities trendy high-end restaurants. She's been waiting for you. Soft noisy chatter of the rich and powerful fills the sun lit room. You pushed it just enough to be a slight bit more than fashionably late to make her squirm a bit about whether you were coming at all. "Marisa, I haven't been the same since your fundraiser two weeks ago. I had to meet with you. Thank your seeing me." 'Patience, bitch.', you think to yourself as you sit, settle in to your chair. A waiter at your side instantly, you glance at him then at her. "Red wine, just a glass. Surprise me. Something dry" You gesture so slightly with your hand, shooing the waiter away. You look at her, look into her eyes. "Not a problem, dear. I would have met with you. And I'm flattered that you had such a wonderful time at my party. Was that a first for you? You don't see things like that everyday." You touch her hand on the table. "Oh my god yes, I've never seen anything like that. And I'm going to be completely honest with you. I've never been more turned on in my life. I'm still not right." She laughs, moves in so that only you hear her. "Charles told me what to expect but I didn't really know. I've been wet almost constantly, shaking every time I think about it. I am in awe. That is why I had to talk with you. I want to learn, really learn. How did you do that? How do you do what you do? Where do all those sissy boys come from? And the studs that fucked them, wonderful!" You stop her, chime in. "Barbara, one thing at time. Let me ask you something." You sip from the wine placed at your side. "When you asked for the boy on stage to be made to cry, were you excited by it, I mean really excited, feel your little heart skip a beat, dear?" You sit back and stare at her. "Oh god yes, was probably the coolest thing I've ever done." "You didn't do that. I did." You study her eyes. "No, no, I know, I didn't mean any disrespect, Marisa, really. But when it all happened I was in a state of shock. I was with Charles, so fucking hot, Marisa, had my hand on him through his pants. Wanted to be fucked on the spot and the only thing I could think of was the picture I painted in my mind. Both boys crying, don't know what came over me, I'm so sorry if that was offensive to you. I should never have second-guessed you, the gracious hostess. And it all happened so naturally, I didn't even think. It was a reflex. I just walked up to the stage and knew what I wanted. What I wanted to see, I knew then, just knew. I was in my own selfish world, I guess." She's excited, thrilled, can see it in her eyes. She's reliving it all, slightly gushing. "You know, Barbara, I was mad when I came up behind you at the stage after that vicious whipping. I was angry. I did that to not embarrass Charles. He's a dear friend. I had that boy whipped because you were his escort. That was for my friend Charles, not you. I would have just let the show play out, not had anyone choreograph it from the audience. I know you were lost in it all. I sensed that afterward. And after thinking about it at dinner I decided I liked it." You smile at her, raise your wine glass. "I would never get in the way, I just...", you cut her off. "I think it was one of the most elegant and pretty little symmetric touches added to make a perfect kinky and delightfully depraved evening even better." You giggle girlishly. "I mean that. I see a devilish little girl in you. You remind me of me when I discovered my 'inner Dominatrix'. And I know this is all somewhat new to you." You look around the room, look back at her. "And to tell you the truth I was pissed off that I didn't think of it, think of having that boy whipped myself. At dinner I realized that you one-upped me." You smile at her, raise your glass and clink it against hers. "That was hot, dear. A very nice touch." "Marisa, nothing has ever gotten me hotter. Nothing. And Charles bidding and buying your slave Princess for me for the evening, wonderful! I just knew after that I had to meet you and get to know you. I want to learn. So badly want to learn from you. Charles is a very dirty old man. He treats me right. He knows I don't just do the dirty things he wants because I like his generous nature, he knows I get off on it all. I really do. We've been doing a lot of very sexy and kinky things for a while, that's why he introduced me to your salon. He teased me for a month before that, said 'if you don't fit in with this crowd I'm leaving you', would laugh about that. And seeing Princess while we both played with him at home, seeing him cry, I can't tell you, I just can't tell you...", she looks around the room, leans in very close, "...we fucked like rabbits. I mean it, Marisa. We couldn't stop, never fucked Charles so hard, ever. I was afraid I'd give him a heart attack." You laugh, loud. "Yes, my favorite little bitch is inspirational. I'll give him that." She leans toward you. "I want to know how you do this. I being honest when I say that pain is something I know gets me off, deep down inside, I almost need it now that I know about it. It's like the best sex drug in the world. I can't fuck Charles without fantasizing having my own little gay whipping boy to use and abuse! I'll never be the same, Marisa." She laughs very cutely, laughs and looks around the room. "Does it show, do they see an evil sadist at the table?" You laugh. "Well if they do, Barbara, they must be looking at me." The two of you sip your drinks, take it all in casually. Two gorgeous women, smartly dressed, out to lunch, could be Sunday school teachers, could be Congressmen's wives. She motions the waiter over. She tells him to bring you another glass of wine and orders a vodka martini. As the waiter leaves she looks at you, then at him, then back at you. "If I could whip him right here, I would." The two of you laugh, collaborative sister's laugh. You didn't like this girl at first but now you see a budding protégée. You were like her not so long ago. The other ladies in the club play, partake in the show, sometimes even fuck in the shadows to the heat of your parties. But never has one been so interested in how 'the meal is prepared'. How the painting is painted, never has one of the ladies said, 'Marisa, I want to learn.' Never has an anxious student been revealed. You start to mull over the possibilities. "So tell me I have to know. What did you do with the little sissy I sent home with you? But first, and be honest, my friend Ilsa, my matron, is she cool or what?" You sip your wine, eyes beam over the rim of your glass. "Oh my god! I love her. She's so in control of all of those men, those boys. I get wet just thinking of her outfit, the way she brought those beautiful men onto that stage up behind those boys. Marisa, I mean it. Oh my god!" "I know, she is truly a gem. We go back to college days, best friends. A very motivated girl too, much like you would seem to be. And she gets results." You laugh. "And she does things for some of my other dear friends, trains their little boys and some of their little girls. If you want a submissive broken in, want a good boy or girl to be just that, Ilsa is your girl. Merciless and creative, that would be my Ilsa." You look at her sternly, deep into her eyes. "You do know this is an art form. If you don't know that, it's all just brutality. And there is nothing erotic about that, Barbara." She almost falls over herself. "Yes, yes, I do know that. And I know that I need to learn, need to know what works, what doesn't. I am so hot just sitting here and talking about this with someone that listens to me, someone that understands it all. I've never talked with another woman like this." You lean back in your chair, one arm folded across your breasts, the other cradling your wine glass. "So tell me, what did you and Charles do with my little bitch girl. She was dressed so cute and proper. Came home covered in piss and welts. I have to say, that turned me on." "The outfit you had her in at dinner, so little girl cute! Reminded me of how my mom dressed me in elementary school. Pink flared short dress, ruffled blouse top and puffy short shoulder sleeves, those little girl shoes and lace ankle sox, pony tails on the sides of his head, pink bow on each and the pink bow on his tiny dick...that was the coolest thing ever. And his makeup! Does he do that himself? Wow, Marisa. And when you had each of them present themselves prior to the bidding, my god. You could already see that baby dick, just the hint of it as he walked around, see it peeking out under the bottom of that dress. But when he lifted his dress and showed himself to me as you directed, his face blushed and he looked off the side--my heart fluttered. I told Charles I don't care what it costs, he's going home with us tonight." She has your full attention, you are more than amused. You listen intently. "You know he's my favorite, my pet. I love that boy. I never want any real harm to come to him." "Oh, I know, I know. Charles was very firm, 'you can play but don't you dare break him, I'll be watching', said that to me. He said you didn't trust me but did it because he said he'd supervise. I know. And I know that I'm just a brand new face. You didn't know anything about me at all that evening. And I know I can come across as a spoiled young girl, want what I want when I want it. I know about the bratty side of me." She leans in toward you closer. "I think of that as part of my charm, men flock to it. And isn't that the way it should be? Shouldn't we girls get what we want when we fucking want it?" You both laugh so hard the next five tables look over at you. See you clink your glasses again. "So, in the car, princess is in the back seat. I was in the front seat. I told Charles to pull over, we were half way home. I wanted to talk with Princess, let Charles hear. I got into the back seat, Charles drove on. I explained to Princess that he'd better be on his best behavior, 'yes 'ma'am', 'no ma'am'. I told him that tears make me wet. I put my hand up under his skirt, rested it just on his naked little dick, didn't play with him just let it lay there. Kind of threatening, he was squirming so slightly, afraid to move under my hand." She giggles. "I leaned next to his ear, just cooed to him, told him it was going to be very long night. Told him that if he wanted to start crying right now it would be okay, it would be very good. Told him that if I get the chance again it'll be him that I make cry on stage, I just played with him and got him all nervous and quivering. I just fucked with his sissy mind." "You naughty little bitch." You smile. "I like it." "When we got home, and I don't have the toys I'm sure you do, but Charles has some things, we took princess to the basement play room. I told Charles I think of it as his 'fuck room.' But tonight it was going to be his torture chamber. As soon as we got downstairs I had Princess kneel. I had to pee, really, really bad. I told Charles to sit on the chair next to the bed and just be still. I told Princess to gently, 'and I mean gentle or I'll slap your little face silly', I said, raise my dress and lower my panties. So hot to hear his nervous little voice, 'yes mam'. I almost came then, seeing him quiver, my hand raised ready to slap him hard. He touched me like a kiss, a soft kiss, slid my dress up so gentle, such a touch on that one, like a butterfly" She laughs, sips the last of her drink. "I took him by his adorable little pony tails while he held my dress up out of the way, held him right up close to my pussy, pee'd all over him, into his face, down the front of him. 'Open your mouth!'...I yelled at him, scared myself when I did that." She laughs. "He did and I finished right into his mouth." She sips from her water glass. "I'll pay for the dry cleaning." She smiles at you. "Not to worry, I had princess hand wash that dress." "So after that it was almost a blur, so many drinks. Had princess take off his soaking smelly dress, cuffed his hands behind his back, all cute in just his little shoes and sox. I put a rope around his balls, his dick and up under that gold ring. How cool is that? A gold fucking ring! I tied it up tight and then fastened him to the end of the bed. I knew I had to talk with you on that alone, the gold ring! I just jumped right in. I whipped him, wanted tears and I wanted them like now. And I thought about how good your friend on stage was, how stern, resolute, fuck, Marisa, I was her! Charles was naked at this point, got himself hard. At his age it's hard to get hard, sometimes I have to suck for a day or two." The two of you laugh, much girlish giggling, waiter at the table, one more round, a must. "I used one of Charles most dangerous canes. And Marisa, I want you to know that I would never seriously or permanently hurt your baby, never do anything to damage your precious little thing, ever. But I did get into it. Each red stripe, each whelp and scream made me wetter. I stopped only long enough to take off my dress and panties, which were soaked, left the rest of my outfit on for Charles amusement. I put my finger into myself! I whipped that little boy for what seemed like an half an hour straight, toward the end fast and thrashing-like while finger fucking myself. When I dropped the cane and went to Charles I just landed on him, straddled him. Fucked him while Princess cried, cried, and cried more. I didn't want it to end. I fucking wanted it to go on forever! I came like four times, hard, the sobbing and crying making it happen. At least that's what it felt like. Charles rolled me over on the bed and nearly pushed me right through it, came in me very hard, I do think we fucked for an hour or so. All I could think about was 'I want one'. I want a little sissy to make me hot...so that Charles stays hot. He's never fucked me like that, not like he did that night." She sips her new martini. "This has to be the last one. I have a meeting tonight, can't be totally drunk, maybe a little." She laughs, touches your hand. "After that I took princess off the rope, more like twine, was worried about the circulation in his balls. Kept him cuffed but knelt in front of him and sucked him until he got hard. He was still trembling and crying, that got me crazy hot. Took his soft dick and his balls all at once into my mouth, like a baby, Marisa, like a baby, I never knew it could be hot to go down on a soft little thing like that. That was the one time I was worried, thought maybe we'd left him tied up too long, wanted to make sure everything still worked. Took a while to get him hard, he was scared I think. I let him cum in my mouth while Charles watched, kept it all in my mouth and French kissed Princess with a mouthful of his cum. So cute, he really is cute, cute, cute. Kissed him so hard, that was a turn on too. That little thing exploded from soft to small teenage boy hard, could get the whole thing in my mouth, he's so little. After that we had drinks, Charles and I, Princess kneeling at the edge of the bed ready to do as told, holding a tray we put our glasses on. So hot to have him just wait there while we ignored him, just had drinks and talked. I want a sissy of my own, a sex slave." She laughs gleefully, just a little hint of alcohol inspired abandon, looks around to see if anyone is listening. "I pee'd on princess one more time. Charles had passed out, was fast asleep. I walked him over the basement floor drain, had him lick me, still had a lot of Charles cum in me. I came again and pee'd into his face. Patted his head, told him he lived up to his bid. Saw my handy work too, covered top to bottom in red stripes. That had to hurt. The next thing I knew it was late morning and Charles had left already, Princess was gone, his cute little outfit too, so I assumed he was delivered him back to you." You have been listening, studying and measuring this girl as she talks. "I can't thank you enough. Really, I so hope you believe me when I say that. I'm so moved, touched, not to mention ready to fuck for a month straight." Laughter, much of it from your table, people look at you, delighted that you two are having so much fun. "Barbara, I'm glad you had a good time, I really am. And here's what I think we should do. I think you've found something inside that you want to develop, and it does take that, development and refinement. I'm going to talk with Ilsa. I'm going to see if she wouldn't mind a fly on the wall at some of her discipline sessions. She will be working with a sissy twink, new boy a dear friend of mine has brought to me for training, barely eighteen years old. Does that interest you?" "Wow, oh my god yes. Yes. Are you at those sessions?" "Some but not all of them, dear. Ilsa not only serves as my matron, she also helps others with, let's call it 'adoption'. The boy that couldn't stop crying from the start while his ass was being fucked? The ungrateful little cry baby? That was his first time. I can assure he won't bellow like that next time. Ilsa has had him for the past week, his master agreed with me, he needs refinement. Anyway, his master specializes in finding sissy boys that 'need a home' so to speak. He found that boy just a few weeks prior to my party. You're going to love the new boy she'll be working with too. And he has a huge dick." You laugh, smile, look around the room. "We'll see what we can do, maybe have you look over some boys at my friend's stable?" You wink at her. "And if Charles wants to own instead of rent, well darling, that can be arranged too." You finish the last of your drink. You motion the waiter for the check. You pull out your blush mirror, fix your lipstick. When the check comes she reaches for it. You push her hand away, take the bill. "Marisa, please, let me pay, we didn't even eat." "I'll pay for this. Think of it as the first down payment on you, my little student girl." You smile at her. "You have much to learn and I love a good project." She looks at you, studies you. The waiter takes your card, hurries back with the receipt. "Barbara, this has been wonderful. I mean that." You stand. "I have a feeling that this is going to get very interesting. I can see you as one of what Ilsa refers to as her 'dog walkers' someday soon." You laugh, loud, take her hand in yours and press it with your other. "I think I under estimated you at the stage the other night, girl. I think I won't make that mistake again. My little Dominatrix in training." The two of you leave the room. The men at the table next to you heard your last remark. They stare in awe as the two of you exit the front door. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 24 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** We are in a bar near your office. Happy your is in full swing, crowed scene. There are lots of single men and women. You know many of them. I am sitting next to you at the bar. You're telling me about how pleased you are with my attitude lately, how it appears I've learned my lesson, that when you take me into your office to do my menial chores I show myself to be the perfect submissive. You tell me how happy you are that I don't look any of the office girls in the eye. You tell me several have commented on that to you, have commented on my slave like attitude toward you. You laugh, say you've told them that I am a very bashful little boy and they shouldn't be concerned. You tell me that you've instructed your staff to have do any menial thing they need done, 'Feel free to use him while he's in the office.' You tell me that two of the women in legal know about me, what you do with me when others are not around. You explain to me that you've told them about me in detail but instructed them not to bring it up around the rest of the staff. You tell me that they and several of your girlfriends will be joining you for a luncheon at your home this weekend. You tell me that I'll be serving, being on my best behavior for the ladies, dressed in my sissy finest. My face is bright red as I sit and listen, knowing not to speak unless told to do so. I hear you tell me that the intern girl that talked with me, earned me severe whipping for my perceived flirting, will be staying in your employ. You tell me that she is one of the women that you told about me and my slavish devotion to you. You tell me that she's been instructed to come to you immediately if she even detects the hint of flirtation on my part. I hear you tell me you haven't decided on what I'll be wearing when I serve the ladies but that it will be as sissy-like as possible. The new girls need to fully know what I am to you. I watch as you sip your drink, look over the top of your glass at me. Your eyes, your wonderful eyes hypnotize me, your soothing and sexy voice kisses my ears. I feel my penis stir in its cock cage. I feel the pointed toe of your shoe run up my leg, Hear you whisper to me. "You're a good boy. I know that, baby. I really do know that. And you know I love you, baby doll. We have a very special relationship, you and me." As you say that a deep and masculine voice sounds over it all. "Hello." I see you look away quickly toward a man on the other side of you. He brushes up against you, gets your attention. I feel you pull away from me, turn to him instantly. He looks into your eyes. He's a foot from your face at the crowded bar. I see you flush, smile warmly at him, he has all of your attention. I turn to the mirror behind the bar. I watch as the two of you start talking, laughing, your back to me you are facing him. He buys you a drink, the two of you lost in each other, flirting for the next half hour. I see his hand brush your outer thigh, lightly. I look down and just catch the glimpse of that as he slightly lifts your skirt with his fingertips. It's barely noticeable, lets his hand drift across you dress. He puts his hand on your knee. You do not brush him away. I see it, see it all. Then he leans in close to you. He whispers something in your ear. You giggle, girlish, very flirty. You answer him back, tell him 'Let's do that.', sexy, smiling. I can tell you like this man. He tosses a fifty dollar bill on the bar for the drinks the two of you had and leaves. You turn to me. "Baby, I want you to go to a booth in the back. You sit there and don't you move until I get back. And I don't want you talking to anyone. You just sit and wait for me. I'm going to leave for a while. I won't be long. Mama's gonna be back, you just sit. Don't talk to anyone, clear baby? Get yourself a coke." You hear me whimper 'yes, ma'am.' I watch you fix your makeup at the bar before standing and leaving the bar. You are going to the parking lot. An hour later you return, sit next to me. "Miss me, baby? I missed you, thought about you the whole time I was gone." I hear you laugh softly as you check your makeup in your blush mirror. You have no panties on. They are in your purse. You are covered with his cum, can feel yourself drip slightly as you sit in the booth. He fucked you in his car. The waitress comes to the table and you order a glass of wine. "He won't be drinking." She looks at me and I look to the table. She leaves. "He has big dick, baby, real big dick. You should be happy for me. And he makes me laugh. I haven't met a more captivating man in a long time." I see him out of the corner of my as he comes in the door back into the bar. He looks around, sees you, walks to you. He bends and kisses your hair. He glares at me. He tells you he'll be at the bar should you care to join him. "Now you sit right here. We're going back to the bar, have a grown up conversation." You reach up under your skirt and rub his remaining cum on three of your fingers. You pull your hand out from under your skirt, up from under the table. Nobody sees you do this. I do. You rub your fingers over my lips, paint my lips with his cum. I hear you laugh softly as you do this. "Ooo, sexy lip gloss, baby. You know I like you better in makeup." You stand, straighten your skirt. You lean down next to me in the booth and kiss my cheek. "Be a good boy. Don't worry, I'll be just over there." You smile at me, pat my head and walk to the bar. I have to pee so bad, think I might pee in my pants. Don't dare walk to you, interrupt, don't dare. I close my legs tightly around my penis and the cage it's locked in. I don't want to have to beg you to pee in front of this man. I tell myself I will hold it. That was the first time I met your lover. That was the first time I met the man that would become a fixture in your house, the man I would be told to obey like I obey you. I taste his cum on my lips. I watch as the two of you laugh, flirt, talk, lose yourselves in each other as you sit at the bar for the next two hours. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 25 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Are up clean, bitch?" He holds my arm tight, it hurts. He's behind me, feel his massive male presence. He slaps my rear so hard with his large hand he knocks me to the floor, ignores my welp, my crying out. "Yes, yes, Sir, yes..." I feel afraid of him when he's like this. He's mad. My dress pushed up by my fall exposes my panties, my delicate lace stocking tops. "You'd better be for your sake. You know I like it sucked after I cum in you. Get the fuck up." He smiles at me, glares. I pull myself up off the floor, feel him grab me as soon as I get to my feet and wobble on my high heels. He take me by the back of my neck. He leads me, pushes me, hear my heels click as he drags me to the back to the couch in your living room. I feel him push me down over the back of it, feel my face pushed down into the cushions. I feel my dress quickly pulled up roughly. I feel my dress pushed up over my back. He rips my panties down, feel my tiny balls pulled roughly. He ignores my crying out. He hit my bare butt so hard I start to cry, reflex, no control, start to sob. I feel him hit me again, harder. "Shut up!" I feel him slap me a third time. I try desperately to calm, myself. I cry softly into the couch cushion, bury my face in it. "I see the way you look at me. Not like you look at her. Do you think I'm any less in control of your sissy ass than she is??!!? Do you, bitch?? You'll learn to worship me too, just like you do Marisa. Defiant little whore!" I see you drift past the door, peer in. I mumble up from the couch to him. It's all ignored. "You know you don't have to be that rough with him. He'll gladly fuck you without all the mean spiritedness." You laugh, look at your lover, not me. I hear him unzip his pants, feel him fumble up against me, take his cock out of his fly. I feel his huge erection held with his hand and pushed up between my rear cheeks. I feel the tip of it at my hole. "Marisa, leave us alone. This bitch needs a lesson, one a girl like you can't teach him. Go do some girl things. Leave us be." He pushes into me so fast and so deep I start to scream, can't control it, feet flailing just off the floor, one high heel shoe flies off. He ignores it all, starts to fuck holding my cheeks tight. I feel his fingers dig into me so much it hurts, keeps me pressed against the back of the couch. He ignores you at the door. "I'll be in the dining room when you finish, baby. We have to be out of here in less than an hour. And you better be at your handsomest, cutest, hottest, baby." I hear your girlish laughter. "You meet some of my girlfriends for the first time tonight. Want them drooling over my lover. And save some of that for me later tonight!" I see you walk away, hear you move down the hall as he ignores you, as he fucks me intently. He says nothing. He fucks me violently as I sob hysterically. He fucks so fast and so hard. I almost faint. When he cums fifteen minutes later I feel him pull himself out of me roughly. I feel him rip me off the back of the couch as soon as his cock goes semi erect. He slaps my face, pushes me to my knees. My makeup runs streaked down my tear stained cheeks. I look up at him still crying softly, on my knees in front of him he stares down at me. He's huge even when soft. His cock is in my face. I feel his cock shoved into my mouth. I hurry to suck him clean, eyes locked with his looking up at him. When he is finished with me he wipes himself in my hair, on my face. Feel his warm cum drip out of my butt. "You ever not address me as 'Sir' again and I'll not only fuck you like the bitch you are I'll beat your ass so bad you won't sit for a month. Do you understand me? I see that smirk when you look at me. That ends now! You look at me the way you look at her." "Yes, Sir, yes...please...please Sir..." I feel him pull his cock back and forth across my lips, tears streaming down my face. "We both own your ass, both of us." He puts it back into his pants and zips himself, ignores my stammering apology and begging. He storms from the room, still angry, leaving me crying softly on the floor. One shoe on, on shoe off, makeup running down my face, cum puddle under my butt, I am crying uncontrollably alone on your living room. I hear the two of you laugh from down the hall. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 26 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** When told 'Get to THE room!', I know what that means. 'The Room'. It is off the side of your basement playroom. It is the size of a small warehouse. It is sound proof. This is the room you reserve for extreme punishment. I know you are mad, very mad, irritated would be an understatement. You are almost in a rage, don't know why. I had my face slapped as soon as we came home, soon as we entered the front door returning from your office. You were silent to me all the way home, stone cold silence in the car. I do know that when told to go to THE ROOM I am expected to get there fast, be naked and positioned. I am expected to be kneeling next to the whipping horse. This is far from erotic. It is real punishment. I don't dare say no, almost start crying just seeing you mouth the words, 'Get to the room!' The whipping horse in this room has a padded bar across the top. It is saw-horse like, restraints at the feet for wrists in the front, ankles in the back. Designed to position my butt up high and stretched tight when restrained over it. There are mirrors on every wall to display it all. An array of paddles, crops, belts, butt-plugs, etc., on shelves and in cabinets, this is a very real punishment room for the most errant of little bitches...and at times for your amusement. There are comfortable chairs and couches around the room for guests should you chose to invite them. And you have on many occasions. I never know why I'm taken there, told to report to it, never know and only find out once I am restrained. Naked and kneeling next to the horse, have been here for almost an hour, waiting, I shudder as I hear you in the hall. "Get over the fucking horse! Do I have to drag you there, you ungrateful little shit?" You close the door behind you. We are no longer heard by the rest of the world. You are in tight black pants, tucked into spike heel 4" just-above-the ankle boots, shiny large silver buckles on straps across the top of your foot, needle point toes. You wear a crisp white starched blouse, more like a shirt with upturned collar, top buttons undone shows your white lace bra underneath, just a hint. You are made up to the extreme, dominant dark and menacing eyes. Bright red lipstick, you always dress for this. You see me scurry to the horse, afraid, always hesitant. You bend, work fast to fasten my ankles then my wrists at the feet of the horse. Held captive, buckled up tight, barely able to move, can only see the floor in front of me, I can just barely raise my head. I know not to say one word. Only respond to 'Answer me', only when you say that. Not one word. You push the red 'record' button on the wall. Hidden cameras at the ready, you record every one of these sessions. I have never been allowed to see any of them but know others have. You take a white-board from the shelf, take a large marker in your hand. I strain to see you write in big block letters, see it in the mirror to my side. You toss the white board to the floor in front of the whipping horse, let it fall in front of my face. I see you writing, 'SEXUAL INDISCRETION, FLIRTING' , written in huge letters on the board. I hear you walk toward the wall, your heels clicking furiously. I don't dare look up at you or look to the mirror. I know to stare at the words before me. I know you expect me to focus on them and them only. "You fucking little bitch! What was that thing at my office with that stupid office girl?" I know not to answer, feel you pace back and forth next to me. Every now and then you take me into the straight world, take me to your office dressed in street clothing, have me do menial tasks for you in front of your staff. I was filing papers when a young girl came in and started talking with me. "You want to fuck her?" I hear you laugh, genuine full mocking laughter. "What if I took you and her into my office, maybe tomorrow, closed the door, had you pull down your pants for her?" You bring the crop up against my padlocked penis restraint. "She sees your little locked up thing, think she wants a man like that, one that can't get hard? Think she wants a sissy bitch like you?" I winch, stifle a cry. I don't dare say a word. There is only one response allowed here and that is crying. "And better yet, what if I unlocked it, had you take it off for her, had you show her that baby like little sissy thing. Think she's gonna want a date with you?" You pace behind me. I feel your eyes on my exposed body. "Do you fucking know who you belong to?" I feel you run your hand up the crack of my rear, then down over the penis restraint, slap it hard with your hand. "Answer me!!!" "You Mistress, you, I belong to you, I would never...", cut off in mid sentence... "Shut up. Fuck! I can't believe what I saw today, cannot believe it. How many times when I'm not around has that bitch talked to you like that? Flirted, you smiling back. Fuck! I can't believe it. Walk in on you and there you are smiling at her like you think you're a real man." You walk to the back of me. You do what you do in this room. It's always as hard as you can, fast, never less than fifty strokes. Merciless, it starts. I scream, cry out, feel the crop across my rear furiously, the backs of my thighs, the sides of my inner thighs and all over my legs. It is all punctuated with...'you fucking spoiled little brat', 'you ungrateful whore'. That and my crying, loud hysterically driven screams. Welts and bruises cover me. You drop the crop. It all happens in less than a few minutes. "I am so fucking pissed off at you right now, I have to just stop. I could do some very serious damage to you, easily. Have to control myself" You walk to the wall, take a paddle down. "You even think of leading on a girl that, a girl you know you can't have, worst yet even think of betraying me, I'll beat you so bad you won't walk for a month, never let you out of this house again." You walk to the back of me. Bring the paddle down so swift and hard, the loud 'CRACK' sound across my naked bottom resounds off the mirrored walls, ten times. It is the only sound in the room, 'CRACK', 'CRACK', on and on, that and my screams. And then it's over. It's not about your amusement, was all about your rage, my lack of devotion, errant and 'ungrateful little bitch', as you kept screaming at me. You put the paddle back on the wall, put the crop back on it hanger, ignore my hysterical crying, shaking. You walk to the door and open it. "When I come back you'll read your sign to me, fifty times with apology as usual. And you had better convince me. Don't you ever forget, baby doll, you're my bitch. I own fucking own you!" You leave, slam the door behind you. I am shaking on the horse, hysterics turn to sobbing. So sorry, so very sorry in my heart, truly am. I have let down the only one I never want to ever let down. I feel hopelessly misunderstood, would never flirt with that girl, never, was only talking with her after she started talking to me, all so innocent. I only want to beg forgiveness, please you, please you, please you. I shake with heavy sobbing. I see my tears all over the white board shining up at me, see some of the letters run slightly with my tears, 'SEXUAL INDISCRETION, FLIRTING' still clearly mocking me, looking up at me, glaring up at me...know in my heart of hearts I would never betray my Mistress, would only be her devoted little bitch. I know I will never do anything but lower my eyes if I see the girl again, any girl in your office, ever, only use 'yes, 'ma'am' and 'no, 'ma'am' responses, I have learned my lesson. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 27 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Please Mistress, please...so sorry, I had to go so bad, couldn't get you on the phone, couldn't hold it, couldn't, please, Mistress..." You stand and listen. I'm naked, on my knees, hunched over in front of you as you stand before me. You tower over me, a most severe look on your face. My words are somewhat garbled, panties now hanging out of my mouth. You ripped them out of my butt as soon as you came in, saw that they were not pushed into me the same way they were when you left the house. You hung my dirty panties out of me like a tail, told me they were to remind of my need for control, control of my dirty habits. You noticed they were pushed in different than when you left. You yanked them out of me as soon as you arrived home and shoved them into my mouth. I can taste my own rear end all over them, bitter horrible taste, pushed deep into my mouth. You say nothing, stare down a tme. You hold a cane flexing it in your hands. You slap my face with your hand. "Speak!" "I had to go to the bathroom, so afraid, I had to, I had to...please, Mistress...could not hold it..." Feel you pull my face up toward you by my hair. "You couldn't wait until I got home? You don't trust your Mistress to come home and give you permission to take care of your disgusting little needs? Don't have the patience to wait and let me hear you ask my permission like you're supposed to? You fucking little unappreciative bitch!" You glare down at me. "Please, Mistress, please..." I feel your eyes look right through me. "Silence. Get in your corner, move! Nose to the wall, Princess." I can feel you standing behind me, feel your eyes all over me. Already tears cover my face, quivering, know I have greatly disappointed you. I can taste the soiled panties, wish I'd held it just a bit longer, until you arrived home and properly asked permission to go to the bathroom. Swear to myself I'll never be so careless again, never again. "I told you, bitch, relieve yourself in the morning, didn't I? Don't I stand and watch you sit on your toilet? You know my house rules. You fucking go in the morning. You should be able do your housework all day and into the night without your stupid little bathroom habits getting in the way. Fuck! What were you thinking??" 'I wasn't thinking...so sorry..." Stammering, you cut me off in mid-sentence. "Shut the fuck up!!!!" I feel the white hot pain of the cane come down across my cheeks, choke slightly as the panties in my mouth gag the back of my throat. I rise to my toes after two quick blows from your cane, I feel my tears start to flow heavily. "Do you think I have time for this bullshit? I wanted to be sipping a glass of wine now, you in a delightful little sissy outfit waiting on me. You brought this on yourself, little boy. You shit when I tell you to shit and you won't have to waste my time like this. Would you rather be licking my pretty pussy right now, serving me wine, displaying yourself in one of your cute little sissy outfits for me or be here in the corner with dirty panties shoved in that dirty little mouth of yous?" I feel the cane come down across my butt. I jump, cry out through my panty gag. "Don't answer that, bitch, just stay quiet. You don't deserve to talk. Shit without my permission, who do you think you are? Better yet, what do you think you are? I'm furious with you. Maybe I should make you wear a diaper. You don't seem to have any self-control. Yes, maybe a diaper for the little boy. And that is what you are, you are a dirty little boy!" I hear you pace behind me. "I'm going to give you twenty five across your butt and another twenty five across the backs of your legs. You move out of that corner and I'll take you to the restraining horse in your special room and triple that count, start all over again. Are we clear? Speak!" "Yes, Mistress, yes...so sorry, so sorry, yes, Mistress..." You move behind me to stand where you can get the most effective striking distance. "Poor little boy, can't follow Mama's orders, can't keep the pretty panties I give him up his butt. You'll learn. You'll learn, baby. And yes, I think a diaper would be proper for a poorly potty trained little bitch like you. I think we'll start doing that tomorrow, have you earn the right to keep pretty things up that little ass all day while you do your housework." The whipping begins. I push my face so deep into the corner it hurts my nose, my face. Crying uncontrollably, I try so hard not to move. So sorry, so sorry, wish I'd never gone to the bathroom, so sorry. I will hold it better next time, crying hysterically, dirty panties hanging out of my mouth. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 28 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** He's naked. And he has a beautiful sculpted male body, tight rear end. You love this man's body. You watch it move slightly in front of you as you let your hand drift across his left cheek and then cup it. He's semi erect, huge already and not yet fully hard. You had your hand on him when the two of you playfully came upstairs, leading him by his cock which you hold firmly in your pretty hand. He's so thick you can barely get your hand closed around him. He's you lover. He's the man you've been seeing for over a year now. I am so jealous of him but don't dare say a word. I am your house boy, your house 'girl' more accurately. I am your sissy pet. Your whipping boy. Your slave. I am the sissy that will do anything to earn a chance to be touched by your hand. You reward me with you hand, know that I am addicted to that. Sometimes you let me put myself in you but only to tease, never letting me fuck like you let him, never letting me cum in you like he does. And as the two of you walk into my 'little girl' room, as you refer to it, I am painfully aware of that. I am careful not to bury my face in the pillow in front of me. I keep my head up and off of it, stare into the headboard. I don't bury my face. Not yet anyway. If I smear my makeup and I will get paddled, huge paddle on the table next to my bed for your convenient use. "Marisa, you know you could just jack me off, let me cum in your mouth or onto the floor, it would have the same effect." He looks toward the bed, laughs. "You know you like that as much as you like this, like that more, don't you, baby. You like it when I cum in your mouth." He looks to you, laughs very loud, slaps your butt playfully, leans down and kisses you. He is naked in the dim light. The two of you have come up from the living room on the way to your bedroom. But like other nights you are stopping by my room first. You stripped him while making out with him, heated foreplay on your couch. His clothes are downstairs on the floor. Your lipstick is smeared. You had him in your mouth for the last half hour but wouldn't let him go any further. You didn't let him cum. You are wearing only a short lace slip. Your clothing is on the floor downstairs next to his. "You know the drill, lover. This makes me wet. And it makes you last a lot longer. Do I know you or what? I do. This makes my big strong man last, last, last. And I want that tonight, want you to fuck me a long time, baby doll. I want you to cum in him first before fucking me. You know I like that." You squeeze his butt, pat it, stroke him. "And to see you fuck this little sissy boy of mine, mmmmm, can't tell you how wet that gets me, honey." You walk to the chair across from my bed, look toward me. The two of you talk as if I'm not even there. "And I know you don't mind doing that. I sometimes think you like it better than fucking me." You cross your legs, lean forward, giggle. I am spread eagle on the bed. My butt is up high with two pillows under my lower stomach. I have on only stockings and heels with my locking cock restraint hanging down and displayed over the back of the pillow, its tiny padlock off to the side. Little soft thing locked up tight and hanging down over the pillow pinching my tiny balls against my gold ring. There is a condom laid out on my back above my cheeks at the crack of my rear. The only reason I do that is because you want him to fuck you after he's through using me. He never uses them other times, fucks me bareback whenever he uses me otherwise. This is my nightly offering when he is in the house. I know what is expected of me. I'm expected to 'drain' him so he can last longer with you. I am about to be used to make him cum, so willingly for my Mistress. I've perform this task for several men you rent me out to, see several of your friends regularly. But now I'm about to be used as I am regularly used by the man you love. This is one of my nightly duties. Even if he doesn't use me I am still expected to be in this position when the two of you are in the house together and not of service for anything else. I am baby soft, clean and lubricated. I am not restrained. I am restraining myself by reaching out as far as I can to be spread myself wide across the bed, spread to give instant and easy access to your lover. I am not restrained because if I hear your bell ring from downstairs or your bedroom I would be expected to come to you immediately. Anything less and I would get an instant whipping. I knew to prepare myself after your call from the car on the way home...'Princess, we're an hour away. I'm slightly drunk and need my baby to do me real good tonight, be a good girl and be ready to milk him. You know what mama needs.' I heard the two of you laughing in the car as you hung up. I push my butt out as far as I can as the two of you settle into the room. "You know I like to watch this. Nothing gets me wetter, baby. It's part of it all. And I think of you as such a special boyfriend for indulging me like this." You look up at him, smile, girlish purring. There's a deep breathy tone in your voice. You like what you see. "I think of princess as foreplay, baby, the best foreplay." You laugh, very sexy, hot, you are starting to get very wet. You put your hand between your legs. "I know what you need, Marisa. I'm getting used to this little ass." I feel his hand grab me by my ankle, rough, firm. He almost yanks my leg out of the socket, pulls me almost off the bed, to the edge of it. He pulls so hard my shoe falls off. I hear it slide across the floor. He slaps my ass hard. I cry out as he turns me over onto my back. The condom flies off onto the floor as he picks me up from under my arms, his huge hands in my arm pits, and positions me with my head over the edge of the bed. On my back, looking up at him I feel a tear in my eye, feel it run down the side. He's going to deep throat face fuck me. You start to speak. "Careful, you'll hurt him...', He shushes you. "Marisa, don't talk, just watch and get that pussy wet for me." I feel his hand close in my hair, holding my head hard from up underneath. He pulls my head down in the back, face up to him. He's bending down over my face, cock bobbing an inch from my mouth. I feel it slap my chin, feel his pre cum hit my lower lip. I know his taste. Know it well. I whimper as he glares down at me. I see his cock stiffen noticeably, jumps up even harder to full erection. I feel him take my mouth with his other hand. He pinches my mouth open, makes me cry out. I feel him guide me to him. Then I feel him take his hand off of my open mouth. "Keep that mouth open wide!" I feel him slap my face hard. "Let me fall out of your mouth, Princess, and I'll slap you twice as hard." That's all he says. He runs the wet underside of his erection across my lips, over my nose. I feel him push himself into me slowly, very deep. I glance to you just before he starts to face fuck me. I see you writhe, hear you softly moan, your hand on yourself between your legs. You are swooning. You are liking this, liking this very much. He starts. He fucks to cum deep in my throat. I feel him at the back of my throat choking me. I struggle to get passed the gag-reflex. I don't dare stop him, tears flowing and running down the sides of my face almost instantly, makeup running down my cheeks, streaked. I feel him pump just to cum, not even interested in feeling it, just fucking with long full strokes. The only sound in the room is my mouth, my squishy wet sounds punctuated by slight gasping, choking. That, and the bed shaking hard, almost being collapsed. He is a machine, pumping to cum. "Oooooooo, baby doll. You have no idea how cute you are right now." I barely hear your soft whisper. You are talking to me. "So fucking hot. At some point I want a picture of this." My mind is a panic, crying, want to scream, don't dare say anything. Gurgling sound, whimpering, crying, slightly choking, he fucks my mouth. When he cums he holds my head so tight I cry out, can't help myself as he pulls my hair. My mouth opens slightly around the head of his cock. I struggle to keep him in my mouth. Choking, his cum splatters out of my mouth. I try so hard to close my mouth around him, can't, hits the roof of my mouth and runs out the sides of my cheeks. Five huge spurts, half down my throat, rest of it all over my face, chin, my naked chest, then three soft spurts and he is done. I swallow as best I can, so afraid not to. He finishes. He pulls his cock out, still semi erect and shiny with my saliva and his cum. He milks the last of it out with his fingers down the length of his cock onto my face. I am crying softly. Slightly gagging, soft crying, whimpering. He releases my hair and stands fully up out of the hunched over bent position he fucked me in. "Shut up. What a baby. Fucking little bitch. I can give you something to cry for if you want me to, do you? Do you?!?" He glares at me. "No, sir, no...please...", I whimper the words through tears and cum stained cheeks. "Sweetie, I think you should say 'thank you'. I really do." Your voice is lost in deep breath. You are soaking wet. Visibly agitated by what gets you hotter than hot. You want your lover in bed. Now. "Yes, Mistress...thank you, Sir, thank you, please I really mean that, I do...please believe me. Thank you, Sir." I look to him, scared look on my face. I am covered in huge streaked eye makeup trails, tears and cum. He ignores me. Walks to you, your hand immediately to his naked rear end, you pet him, your other hand to his cock. You hold it. Kiss the end of it, flick your tongue up the hole. You look up at him. "Now you're ready to do what you do best, honey. I'm gonna get you all hard and ready again to take care of the woman you love. Am I good to you or what?" You kiss the end of his wet penis, push the head of it into your mouth. There is a loud sucking 'pop' as you pull yourself off of him. You stand and feel his hand on your butt up under your slip. You lean in and he French kisses you deeply. The two of you are lost in each other. You feel his cock flex in your hand, feel it throb. "Come on, lover." You take his cock and lead him, the way you entered my room, almost playful, pulling him, you start to lead him to your bedroom. As I see the two of you leave the room I hear you at the door, you turn back to me. "Princess, that was very nice. A very hot little show, I'm pleased with you, sweetheart. Bring two vodkas to my room. Don't keep us waiting, sweetie." I hear you giggle as you pull him out of the room and down the hall. I hear you giggle to him, girlish and cute. I see your shadow, see you kiss him again just before you continue to your bedroom, hear you say what you say to him. "I love you. You have no idea how much. Nobody gets me hotter than you do, baby. Nobody." I hurry to fetch your drinks. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 29 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm restrained over the whipping horse so tightly that I can't move an inch in any direction. My wrists and ankles stretched out, arms and legs held wide apart shackled to the feet of the wooden horse by my wrist and ankle cuffs. I can see myself in the wall mirrors. I am wondering what I did wrong, so afraid. I thought I pleased you, really thought I pleased you. I've been down here since you led me by my hand two hours ago, after I was used to make you cum. You came so hard, twice. My face pushed up into you while you sat on the couch in your living room. I can still taste your wetness all over my mouth and face. I am still in the pink high heels and ruffled panties you have me dress in to be your sex toy around the house, the way you dress me when not doing my domestic maid duties and chores. My outfit is a constant reminder of my sissy status, as you like to remind me...'Pink panties and heels, Princess, proper dress for a sissy like you, wouldn't want you or anyone else thinking you're my boyfriend or anything like that.' I can hear your beautiful voice saying that. You remind of that often. You enter the basement whipping chamber and are not alone. A naked boy in a humbler, his balls pulled back and fastened between the cruel wooden planks behind his legs, you lead him by his hair. He's bent forward trying to move, wincing with every step, can barely stand, he's hunched over. I hear him whimper as your thin riding crop drives him forward, hear the loud 'CRACK' as it meets his naked rear end, his balls. I see you holding him tightly by the hair, your fingers knotted in it on the back of his bent-forward head. "Move, bitch! Do you think I have time to baby your ass?!?" You bring the crop down twice across the same place just under his balls, under the humbler. He screams out in agony. You lead him to the back of me. He's your latest boy-toy. I am so jealous of these new slave boys, most very manly, very well hung, most get to fuck you. I hate them. See them arrive at your home, me answering the door. See them retire to your playroom...or your bedroom. "You stay right there, keep that face right there, don't you fucking move!" The boy is inches from my rear end. I feel his nose brush the back of my panties. I can feel his breath on the back of my thighs. He's crying, can't help himself. He's sobbing hard. You are as you were when you marched me to the basement, in spike heel ankle boots, very sexy sheer lace panties, bustier and hair up in a tight bun. All black, I instantly feel my little penis stir, let out of its cage as you restrained me over the whipping horse. You removed my cock harness, I see it on the floor I front of my face. I get instantly hard when I see you like this, can feel my little thing start to stand up slightly inside of my panties. You used me to make you cum prior to whipping your new boy. You allowed me to actually lick you, panties down, had me go down on you. I can still feel and taste you. I can still see the naked boy fastened by a ring in his collar to the metal ring in the floor in the room I serviced you in. I heard him whimper from the humbler you put him in prior to having me go down on you. I see your new boy in the wall mirrors of your whipping room. His face covered in tears. I see you look at me in the mirror. "Don't worry, princess, you jealous little bitch. I didn't fuck him after I took you down here. As if that's any of your business. I whipped him instead. He has much to learn, don't you, baby." You purr, laugh as you say the last part, hear him whimper, 'yes, Mistress, yes...'. You move quickly to me, pull my panties down as far as they will go, only to just below my cheeks. You stretch them down over the curve of my butt. I feel the tight ring of the crumpled panties dig into my legs. My spread and restrained legs keep them from going any lower down my legs. I feel the boy's face as you push him up into my rear, feel his wet face, his blubbering mouth. He's openly sobbing. "You pull your face away, move an inch, and I'll whip your balls." I see him in the mirror bent at the waist, face in my rear, standing with his legs pulled tight together trying to avoid the pain of the humbler you have him in securing his balls, pulling them back behind his legs. You move to the cabinet at the wall as you shout at the boy. You take wrist cuffs and attach them to the boy, lock each to the cuffs that hold my ankles locked to the whipping horse. He is pulled down, his face to my butt, bent severely forward. You take a large belt out of the cabinet and move back to me and the boy. You are moving deliberate and quickly. You loop the belt up and around my bent lower waist, then up and around the back of the boy's neck below his head. You cinch it tightly, so tight it hurts my lower stomach, you cinch his head and face tightly up and into my rear end. You move away. You admire your work. He is pulled up into my butt, held so tight he can barely breath. I feel him squirm. He's hunched over, humbler pulling at his balls. I see him squirm slightly from foot to foot as he bends, forced to bend into my rear end, feel his wrists and hand struggle at my ankles. I feel his face move and writhe between my cheeks. I see you pace slightly, check it all from different angles. Me, restrained over the horse, the boy restrained up into my ass. I feel his lips quiver on me. He is openly crying hard. I feel his body tremble. "Princess, you did such a good job making Mama cum that I thought I'd give you a reward before I sent this bitch home to his Master. You can be a very good little girl when you're not being a bad little boy so I think you deserve a reward." You move forward and run your hand over my naked cheek, pet me. "Speak, princess." You keep your hand on my butt, gently rest it there. I feel you pat me softly. You feel my body being shaken by the struggling boy behind me. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you, thank you. I adore you, Mistress, thank you..." You start to pet me. "Shsssss, that's enough, girl. Good girl, you delightful little bitch. I know you appreciate me and the way I treat you. That little dick of yours should be wet now, right? After all, look how generous I am with you. I'm going to let this bitch lick your ass. I am so good to you, sissy girl." I feel you reach up under me and into my pink panties, feel you cup my penis in your hand. I am soft only semi erect, terrified, don't want to displease, want so bad to be wet, slightly hard, so afraid of displeasing you, can't focus. I feel my mind slightly panic. "Don't worry, baby, Mama understands. I know the effect I have on you." I hear you laugh, feel you run your finger over the head of my little thing, toy with the hole and then pull your hand away. I see you lick your finger, see it in the mirror. See you smile at me. You move to the wall and take down a thin riding crop. You step to the side of the boy behind me and start to whip him violently. I feel him yank at me with the belt holding the two of us together. Ten quick slashes with the crop, hear his muffled cries shouted into my rear, muffled by his face pushed deep up into the crack of my butt. I feel his lips move on me as he begs. I feel my penis stir slightly as I feel his face pushed up into me hard, then pull away, over and over with each stroke of your crop. "Put your tongue into Princess!!! Push it in! And be still! Don't fucking move, bitch!!! You keep your tongue deep in his butt!" Your scream at the boy, so loud it scares both of us. Your voice bounces off the mirrored walls. I feel his tongue enter me, hear him cry and scream around it as it slides into my tight little hole. The boy struggles to be still, ever so slightly quivering. You lay the crop across my back, balanced on me, let it lay there. I feel his tears soak my inner cheeks. "Keep that tongue working gently, you treat my Princess like you would treat me. If he tells me you aren't trying to make his sissy thing hard I'll hang you up by these." You reach back and take his swollen balls in your hand. You squeeze them firmly. The boy screams, feel his mouth, his saliva in the crack of my butt. He is held tight, can't pull away. I feel his tongue start to work. "Now, I'm going to leave you little boys alone for a while. I have several phone calls to make. You two play nice, get to know each other. And princess, I'm doing this for you. I want you to enjoy yourself. Don't be afraid to let that little thing get hard, honey. It would amuse me if you did. But if you don't, don't worry, baby doll. Mama's not upset with you. Not at all. Mama does understand." You release the boys balls from your hand. I feel him push himself into me, feel him start to fuck with his tongue, fuck deep up into me. I feel my penis slightly stir. I hear you walk to the door of your whipping room, hear your heels click as you open the door. "You boys play nice together." You click off the light switch, the room goes totally black as the door closes. I feel the boy at my rear start to cry deeply, feel him shake. I feel his tongue pull out of me as he sobs, face secured to my rear. I say nothing. I know better. And then slowly he gains control of himself. I feel him start to lap gently at my rear. Feel his tongue start to push up into me. I close my eyes and feel my penis start to get hard. I think about going down you just a little while ago. I so want to please my Mistress. I feel my penis go to full erection inside of my stretched tight panties, the end of my penis soaking wet. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 30 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Mary, I'd like you to stay an extra day or two, maybe even for the rest of the week. I have plenty of room. Is that something I can talk you into doing?" You are sitting on a couch in your living room, my mother across from you. Ilsa is in a chair to your left. "Can't tell you how much I've had to digest, think about, process in just the past twelve hours, but I can tell you I'm more than intrigued with you, Marisa. And the gala! I have never had so much fun, never felt so naughty and girly, once the initial shock was gone. You know, I'm not a prude, never have been." She looks at you over the top of her glass, winks. Ilsa catches this. You smile, raise your glass. Mary savors the sights of the decadent and kinky orgy she not only observed last night but took part in. Swept up in the evening she wound up in your bed, serviced you orally, licked your pussy for over an hour. You did not return the favor by design. You sensed a submissive side to her and exploited it beautifully. You even spanked her lightly. It was a wonderful 'first date'. You also took her way beyond concern for her son being your number one submissive sissy slave. You comforted her with knowing that it's mutually consensual, his choice. Her son 'Ethan' is now 'Princess', full-time. And will not be dissuaded on any level. Being your 'dirty little boy' 24x7 slave is his life's calling. Both you and he made that abundantly clear to Mary last night. "I have to ask you something, Mary. And please feel free to tell me to fuck off, all just girls here. I'm going to ask you this with Ilsa present." You lean forward to the edge of your seat. "Tell the truth. Your son, owned by me, does that bother you in the slightest? I do own him, could sell him if I chose to do so. I sold him last night, rented him out anyway. We've been at this for years. Does that bother you in the slightest?" You stare into her eyes. "This is getting good now." Ilsa chimes in, giggles. "Not at all, I think that he's where he belongs. He's a big boy, makes his own choices. If he were not a willing participant I'm sure he would have left a long time ago. And it doesn't sadden me in any way. I was so hugely turned on, after I got over the shock of what I was part of, watching it all. When you left, when you walked away from me at the stage, me just standing in front of him, watching for what seemed like hours, seeing him and other gay boys fucked over and over, well I was wet to say the least. I don't think it was the alcohol either. You knew that. I don't think I've been that turned on in long time, Marisa." She knocks back the last of her drink. You stand, walk to the bar at the side of the room, look to her. "Another? Ilsa?" They both nod, you pour out three more drinks. "Mary, I want to ask you something else. And again, don't hold back, girlfriend. Did you have any fun licking my pussy?" Silence in the room. She looks to Ilsa then back at you. "Don't be nervous, Mary, we are all grown women here, friends. Nothing leaves this room. Nothing." "I did. I had a lesbian affair in college, loved it. I have not played with a girl since. You struck a chord in me last night, Marisa." She just blurts it out. She looks toward Ilsa again, who just stares back at her. "It's okay, Mary. It is. You're among friends." Ilsa says that so softly, comforting, as if she wants to hold her, comfort her like a child. You look at her. "I don't usually play with women, at least not sexually. I love women. I think we should rule the fucking world. But don't get the 100% lesbian thing at all. Sexually I like the man thing. A real lot, as in my lover's huge cock. That man fucks like no other." You laugh when you say that. Ilsa laughs. "I'll say she likes men. Fucking little nympho at times, that one." "But I do like what I had you do for me, what you did last night with your mouth, Mary. You made me cum hard, a lot, girlfriend, gifted little tongue to say the least. I hope you don't find that offensive, crude. I liked the way I made you do that to, toward the end, holding your hair, making you be a good girl. Remember getting your butt slapped real good? I saw how hot that got you. I like submissive girls that know their place." You giggle, hand her and Ilsa their drinks, walk back to the bar and take yours in hand. "Marisa, I'm not sure I'm ready to be your slave girl, if that's what you mean." She laughs, girlish, nervous. "No, of course not. At least not yet." You laugh, look toward Ilsa. Quickly before she can respond to your comment you talk to her firmly. "But you did get off on that, I know you did. I felt that wet tongue, you were not holding back, Mary. And when I spanked your ass while you licked me I had you dripping, purring like a cat in heat." You walk to her. Stand next to her chair. "Mary, stand up." You look down at her. She looks up at you. "Stand, Mary!" She stands and looks to Ilsa. She feels the other woman in the room, wants to do as told but has never been here before, never been to this place you have taken her in her head before, all so new. She's afraid. Ilsa stares at her. "Do what you're told to do, Mary!" You take her arm. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mary. For god sakes, you trusted me this far." You put your hand on the back of her head, take her hair in your hand, tight but not so tight as to hurt her. Firmly you hold her in place. "Mary, look at Ilsa. Just look at her, stare at her. I want her to see you." She feels your other hand reach down and go up under her skirt. Feels your hand reach up under her skirt and run up her thigh to the waist band of her panties, your hand pokes in at the top. "Uhhh, oh, please..." "Mary, trust me, this is for you, not me. I know you want this. I saw that last night. Tell me you didn't like licking my pussy. I dare you. If you're honest you won't be able to." Your hand tightens in her hair at the back of her head. She feels you take her pussy in your entire hand, cup it, squeeze it up into your closed fingers, she moans, swoons, her eyes close. "I dare you, Mary, tell me you didn't like that and I'll take my hand away. Tell me Mary." You stare at her, inches from the side of her face, lean in to her ear. "Tell me girl, and I'll stop." You feel her push back against your hand, melt. She's wet. You feel her drip into your hand, hear her moan, see her writhe. "I knew you couldn't." You run your index finger up her slit, spread the lips of her pussy wide open. You look to Ilsa. "Told you so. Can I pick them?" You smile, push your finger into her as you tighten the grip on her hair. She cries out, whimpers. "You can, always said that about you." Ilsa raises her glass, toasts you, takes a huge drink from her glass. You push your finger in and out of her, several times. You finger fuck her slowly, look back to her face. You kiss her cheek. Then you pull your finger out, hurry and pull your hand out from under her skirt. She looks at you, shock on her pretty face, her eyes open wide. "Marisa...please..." She's begging, surprised, wonders why it all ended. "I'm not going to make you cum, at least not yet. We'll get to that. I told you I don't do girls. But I do make girls know their place. So does Ilsa. And I reward good girls that learn their place. And I have to admit, it wasn't all bad having you be the submissive little good mother you were last night on your hands knees, face to my pussy while your son was sent away to serve the ones that bid for him at my slave auction. I haven't had this much fun in years, Mary." You wipe your finger across her cheek, gentle, almost loving. Releasing her hair, you go back to the couch and sit. She's stunned, stares at you, looks to Ilsa. She quickly rubs away what you put on her face. She straightens her hair, her skirt. She sits. "I suppose this is a joke. At my expense, some kind of fucking joke." She's hurt. "No, god no, Mary, far from it. The furthest thing from it! I like you. If that wasn't good for you what is? That was fucking hot! If I didn't think you were hot we wouldn't be here doing this. Please, Mary, this was no joke." You look into her eyes, lean in toward her. "Please, Mary, you're one of the girls now. But I want you to be more than that. I want you to be one of the girls that will lick my pussy when and if I tell you to. You loved that, right?" You lean up close to her face, stare at her very cold, matter of fact. "No room for error, no room for being hesitant, girl! I know what you want. Lick my pussy when I tell you to, right?" "You know I will, already did that." She looks at you, sips her drink. She looks defiant, not submissive, still slightly hurt. She loves the dirty sex of it all, though. You can see that. You can see her doing all sorts of dirty things at your bidding. You have found a winner. "Ilsa won't lick me. But you will. If I asked Ilsa to do that she'd slap me silly." You look at Ilsa. "But you will, Mary." Ilsa looks at you, back at Mary. "Yuck! I don't do girls. I whip girls if needed. That's as far as I go, honey." She laughs, looks at Mary. You turn back to Mary, stroke her cheek. "But Mary will. Mary will lick my pussy." You are rubbing it in, testing, probing. Ilsa giggles. She knows what you are up to. You lean over and put your hand on Mary's hand. "I really would like it if you'd stay, just for a day or two at least. I'd like you to be a fly on the wall with Ilsa during her matron duties in my kennel, just watch, see what she does with my stable. I'd like you to get to know about all of this. And I can guarantee you that I'll have some very nice company for you when we go out. Me, you, my lover and the man he sets you up with will with go out on the town, we'll have a ball. Trust me, Mary. You're going to have a real good time. Please, be my guest. This shouldn't be uncomfortable, should be the beginning of a beautiful relationship." You pet her hand. You raise your glass, Ilsa follows. "Mary, I love showing off my skills. And the pets are always so much more in their place with another woman watching, helping out. You really should at least check it all out for a day or two. Who knows, you may even want to play with one or two of them, yourself up to you. I want you to enjoy it all." Ilsa smiles at her. "Okay? Mary, you won't regret it. Please stay for a while." You look at her, smile, pat her knee. Mary looks at you, smiles. "How could I say 'no'. But you have to promise to take up where you just left off." You squeeze her hand, giggle. "Count on it, my little sex kitten." Mary laughs. "I can't believe all of this. But want to know more, I really do. Marisa, I masturbated in my room last night after it all ended, came several times. And I could not get the picture of my son being led out the door by the two men that bid for him, him in that ever so sexy little black dress and heels. He really looks like a girl. I had no idea. And I was more shocked that it didn't bother me at all that I was at the scene I saw last night. I actually got turned on by it all. Yes, I want to know it all, all of it." She raises her glass to the both of you. "And given what we just did, fuck Marisa. I was so turned on. If you want, I'll go down on you right here. Ilsa too." She laughs loud, knocks back her drink, looks deep into your eyes, smiles at you. You pat her hand. "Ladies, let's go to lunch. I'm hungry. Let's go into the city." Ilsa stands and moves to the door, says she'll bring the car around. The two of you follow her to the door. You put your hand on Mary's rear end as you move toward the door. You feel the crack of her ass with your fingers through her dress. "Mary, this is going to be a good thing. You are going to fit in well around here. I can tell that already." You smile to yourself. Ilsa was right. You can not only pick them, you can groom them too. She will be your lesbian slave in no time at all. You think to yourself, 'Tonight, have her lick my ass, maybe introduce her to her first semi hard paddling.'. You keep your hand on her rear end, squeeze her through her skirt as the two of you walk out the door. You have this woman and know it. Soon she will be saying as I say so often, I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 31 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** She starts to walk passed me but stops. I curtsy as she enters your home. She suddenly turns to me, the front door still open, she pounces like a cat. She grabs me so fast I cry out, a little yelping noise echoes in the foyer. I feel her hand reach down and take my harnessed penis and balls in it. She quickly cups and pulls down on the cock cage holding me tightly in place. She pushes up her face, inches from mine. "Hello, Princess, my little darling baby doll sweetie honey sissy fuck." She is beautifully made up. Her eyes flash a wicked smile as I catch just a glance of her beautiful face. I avert my eyes to the floor quickly. Her hand, pushed up under the short skirt of my maid outfit raises it and exposes the little bulge inside my pink lace panties. She tightly cups me her hand. I wince as she pulls just a little harder. I feel her manicured nails dig slightly into and around the base of my balls. Her fingers are up under the permanent gold ring I wear in place behind my balls and penis cage. "Hello, Mistress Barbara." I whimper, stifle a painful moan. I see you at the hall doorway out of the corner of my eye. "Barbara, stop fucking with the help." You giggle as you move toward her. She quickly releases me, tosses me from her hand. Her eyes still fixed on my face, she turns to you. "I like this little one, Marisa. You know I do. He was my first. I haven't forgotten that. First one I got to make cry and dance just for me and only me, I may want to play with him again. I know Charles likes this one too. He likes this little piece of candy mostly because Princess is your favorite." She turns to you. The two of you do the air-kiss hug. I hurry to close the door. I am ignored. The two of you drift into your den. "Princess, two Manhattans." It's all you say as your voice trails off into the den area. The two of you dressed beautifully for a day in the city, both in sexy but in no way over the top skirt and blouse outfits. Tailored, form fitting, men will be looking intently. Barbara wearing knee high, stiletto heel boots, they click loudly as she crosses the wooden floor of the hallway. As soon as the two of you enter the room I hear Barbara's girl like chirpy voice. "Mary, hello. Are you joining..." She is cut off in mid-sentence. "Don't talk to that bitch. Don't." Anger fills your voice. Mary is standing next to your chair. She wears six inch heels, almost punishment like in nature, a short red dress barely covers her rear end. Exposed are the lace tops of her thigh high stockings with seams. She is made up startlingly slutty, huge eyes, black and cat like, bright red lipstick to match her all red outfit and her shiny pointed toe 'fuck-me' shoes. Her hair is in a sexy up-do, large red hoop earrings almost meet her exposed soft shoulders. She is the perfect high class hooker persona. "I mean it, don't talk to this bitch! She's being taught a lesson." You sit next to her, pat her butt, let your hand rest on it. "Well, haven't things taken a turn around here." Barbara laughs, sits across from you. She eyes Mary intently. Mary looks off into the distance, somewhat removed from Barbara's comment but keenly aware of it, aware of the two of you. "You know Barbara, when you find a good little bitch it doesn't matter whether or not it's a boy or a girl." Your hand runs down Mary's ass and up under her skirt, up her inner thigh. You feel her struggle to maintain her posture. You pet her exposed thigh below her panties. "It could even be an old lady like this cougar bitch, you just have to exploit it before someone else does." Barbara giggles. You laugh. Mary's face flushes. "So, you like girls now, Marisa?" Barbara leans forward as I enter the room quickly and efficiently. I dip and offer her one of the drinks on the tray. I hurry to you, offer the tray. You take your drink as I offer it to you, dismiss me coarsely with your hand. I hurry from the room. "I like submissive play things, Barbara. You know that. I like, as you do, sobbing little bitches that know their place. I like 'oh mistress, please, please, mistress...' bitches, crying for me, begging me. I like having them do things for people I send them to. I like all of the above." You feel yourself get just the hint of wet as you say that. You take your hand from Mary's thigh, reach up and run your index finger across the lips of her pussy. You can feel her through her panties. You quickly remove your hand from under her skirt. "This one has entered a new phase around here. She's lost all privilege. Who do you answer to, Mary?" "You, Mistress Marisa." She looks sheepishly to you with big doe-like eyes. You snap your fingers, point to the center of the room. Mary without hesitation walks to where you point. Barbara cannot hide her wide and more than interested, amused smile. "She is an attractive one. And how cool is it that you have a mother and son team?" She laughs so loud it rings through the hall. "I know some kink websites actually advertise 'mother-daughter' playtime whores. This could be one of the most unique items on your party list, Marisa. I think I like it." She sips her drink, focuses in on Mary's troubled eyes. "I do know that Charles was pissed off that she was unavailable when he wanted what he thought would be a little amusement among friends. I didn't think anything of it. I thought she was your friend, all was okay, she was an equal and not for rent. My mistake I guess." "It was far from okay. This bitch learned that yesterday." You sip your drink then place it on the table next to you. "Dress up girl, underpants down." Like the rest of your trained stable Mary responds instantly. Her dress pulled up just below her breasts, her cute red lace panties dropped instantly to her knees, legs spread just enough to keep them up and dangling, she is perfectly displayed, her panties just above her sexy shoes. A thin gold slave chain around her waist shines just below her stomach above her pussy. Silent, she looks off to the window. "Eyes to the floor, Mary. What did Mama tell you?!?" You lean forward and slap her bruised cheek so hard she jumps. She cries out, her eyes immediately to the floor. You slap her again harder. "Oh my, who did that? Ilsa? I'm impressed." Barbara marvels at the whip marks all over her bruised and welted rear end. She snaps her fingers at Mary. "Turn." Mary looks at you quickly, hesitant to do as Barbara says. "Turn, girl. Do as she tells you to do." She turns, her rear presented and facing Barbara. "So, are you a lesbian now, Marisa?" She says it snidely. Not to you, to Mary. Reaches out and runs her finger up several of Mary's almost-fresh welts, sees her cheeks wince, tense and tighten. She reaches up and takes her butt in both hands. Spreading her cheeks she peers in. "Wow, you are thorough, welts on the inside too." "Barbara, when we Domme ladies use a submissive girl it's not about being a fucking lesbian. This bitch is a better ass licker than her son. She's the lesbian, not me. Aren't you, Mary?" You stand, put your hand on her pussy before she can speak, a quiet whimper, 'yes, ma'am', as your finger is pushed up and into her. So quickly, she is dry, you work your finger into her. She cries out but doesn't dare let her skirt fall, holding it up with her hands. She instinctively bends slightly at the waist, pushes her rear out toward Barbara. She quickly rights herself but not before Barbara releases her cheeks and delivers and open hand slap to her butt. "Push your ass into my face, Mary? I should have her beat you again." Barbara giggles. "It is a cute butt, I have to say. If I liked girls I'd want that butt pushed into my face." "Yes, Mistress, yes. Your dirty bitch lesbian girl, yes Mistress. A baby girl, a girl you own, your girl, Mistress, yes, your whore." Her eyes close. She is instantly soaking wet. She feels your finger start to work gently on her. You feel her lips give way to your sliding finger. Only you get this reaction from her, you know that. She is your sex addict. She is your bitch. "I could have her make you cum, Barbara. Trust me. You'll get passed the girl thing very quickly." You stare into Mary's eyes. "Marisa, I don't think so." She sips her drink. Sits back in her chair, watches, smiles at you. "But I have to say, if we had more time I may be persuaded. This is an interesting turn. I thought she was one of us girls, had no idea." She giggles as only Barbara does, little girl like. "Mary, I think you've been demoted." You say nothing, glare at Mary. You pull your finger out slowly. Hold it to her mouth, watch as she slowly licks it, eyes to the floor, very careful not to smudge her lipstick. "Not demoted, Barbara, that's cruel. She just found her niche, her place. We all have a place in the order of things. Mary has come to realize that she is a submissive little lady, gets hotter than hot by accepting what she knows she is. Mary needed me to show her what she is. We really do have to put on a show at some point. First time this bitch went down on me I knew what she was, what she is, my very first real live 'yes, ma'am' slave girl. I could feel it. It happened after the breeding party last month, knew it was just a matter of time before I could piss all over her if I wanted to, make her do anything. As Ilsa says, I can pick them." You pull your finger away from her wet lips, slowly slide it out of her pussy. You quickly slap her face. "Pull your panties up, fix your dress. When he gets here you walk out to his car lady like. Don't make him have to call for you, Mary. Go stand by the window and wait for him." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." "Shut up, you're stammering. Get to the window, move girl." You pat her rear, turn and sit as she hurries to fix herself and do as she's told. You glare at her, turn and smile at Barbara. "And if he wants to know why your panties are slightly wet you tell him you've been thinking about all the dirty things you're going to do for him. If I ask him about that and he says you didn't say that to him you'll be back in the basement and over the whipping horse before noon tomorrow." "Yes, Mistress. I will. Thank you, Mistress. I will." Mary moves to the window. You take the rest of your drink down in one gulp. "This is a special one, one of my 'special needs' clients. He may beat me to taking her to the basement. He was at the breeding gala, couldn't keep his eyes off of Mary. He loves older women. And he likes to spank. I knew she'd be perfect for him." You start for the door. "Barbara, let's get into the city. I'm hungry, want lunch and have limited time. I have a date myself later on tonight. You know my baby, insatiable. I never keep that wonderful man waiting." "So what do I call her now? Is she one of us still? What?" Barbara looks at you smiles, then to Mary. She sees her watching out window for the man that you are sending her to. "I think 'bitch' is good, 'whore', 'slut', whatever." You giggle. "Seriously, call her 'Mary'. She isn't on the low rung around her. She still hangs with us girls sometimes too. Mary is my good girl. Her role changes, up to me." You turn to her. Anger fills your voice. You talk toward Mary, raise your voice to her. "I mean it, girl. He better be pleased with your fine little rear end. I don't want any complaints. This is your first time out. You be a very good girl." Barbara looks back over her shoulder at Mary as the two of you leave the room. "You heard her, Mary, better be a good girl. I know that has to be more fun than Maria's whipping horse." Barbara's heels clicking on the floor, her girlish giggle in the hall, she looks to you. "Barbara, you have to trust me. You know I started you down this wonderful and sexy path. Well, Charles did but I helped." You laugh. "You have got to humor me and let her go down on you. Just trust me. You may want her doing it more than once, like maybe a hundred times. She was made for it. The bitch is better than good. And just close your eyes and pretend it's Charles." Barbara laughs. "Marisa, I close my eyes already when Charles does that, and pretend it's almost anyone else. Every fucking time." The sound of girl laughter rings down the hall loudly as the two of you walk out together and close the door behind you. I see my mother standing and looking out the window of your sitting room as I pass through the hall on my way to the basement laundry room. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 32 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Take off your dress, Mary." You see her eyes flash instantly up at you, shock on her face. You smile slightly. "Come on, girl, don't be shy around me. Do it, off with your dress. Now, don't make me ask you again!" Ilsa looks at Mary, just stares blankly, cold. The two other ladies and two men at your luncheon look to you, then back at Mary, look to each other. They aren't shocked by you and the goings-on at your house at all. They are slightly surprised to hear what you just said to one they considered a guest just like they are. You are talking to Mary like you talk to your slaves. You are standing next to her. You run your finger down her cheek, soft, affectionate. Her face reddens. She looks up at you, looks like a sad puppy. "Marisa, is this really necessary, please." Her voice a whisper, the coffee cup in the saucer on her lap shudders slightly. You laugh, look down at her. "Necessary??? Take your fucking dress off! Stand and do it now." Your finger pushes into her cheek, feel her teeth meet it, her head pushed to the side roughly. You move back to your chair, sit. You watch as Mary places her cup and saucer on the table next to her. She rises slowly, feels all eyes in the room on her. She stands in front of her chair. She's done things for you before but not like this. This is the first time in front of people she thought she was and equal to. "Marisa, please..." One last plaintive plea, she is cut off in mid sentence. "Take your fucking dress off or I'll have Ilsa do it for you. Then I'll have her take your ass to the basement. Remember, do you remember? Do you fucking remember what happens to you in my basement punishment room?" Your voice stern harsh, all hear the menace in your question. Ilsa turns to you. "Marisa, you are something else." She laughs quietly, turns to Mary. "Move, Mary!" The men in the room are on the edge of their seats with keen interest in the well-dressed older cougar-like and beautiful woman standing before them. They are seeing her for the first time. The women in the room are interested but smiling contently at the show, the show they've seen before with several of your boy toys, but never with another woman. Mary reaches back and unzips her dress, lets it fall off of her shoulders, slips it down over her hips. She stands in the bunched puddle of her crumpled dress surrounding her feet on the floor. Slowly she steps out of it. Standing and looking somewhat submissive and angry at the same time, she looks away from you, from the people staring at her. She is beautiful, sexy, very appealing to the men in the room. She stands in just her delicate underthings, all peach color, lace top pushup bra highlighting and pushing up to the extreme her pretty breasts, exposing each nipple just peeking out over the top of the lace top liner. She wears lace top thigh high stockings with little peach color bows at the top or each and thin ankle strap 4" spike heel shoes. She wears no panties, just shoes, bra and stockings. She is just the way you ordered her dressed. She is smooth and soft, hint of the lips of her pussy at the top slightly jut out, her legs closed together trying to hide it all. "Happy now, Marisa?" She looks off to the side. Her face flushed. "No, I'm not. Not yet." You stand and hurry to her. Without warning you bring you hand down so hard across her face, so hard that she cries out. "Shut up. You say another word until I tell you to and Ilsa will take you to the basement and beat you. Take that seriously." You slap her face again. She looks to the window, her face hidden from the others, tears well up in her eyes. "Don't you cry, bitch. Don't you dare. You mess up the pretty makeup I have you wear and I'll be very disappointed." You walk back to your chair. Ilsa just shakes her head, looks at you then at Mary. She smiles broadly. "Well this was certainly unexpected." "Now Mary, tell my girlfriends and their dates what you are. It's okay, you can speak now, girl." You sip your scotch. Mary looks to you, face bright red, feels the sting of your hand. "I didn't know this would be made public." She looks to Ilsa. "Don't look at me, Mary. You're her bitch, not mine. I just work the whip. You know that first hand, little girl." She laughs. "Mary's a little sex addict. She likes to do very dirty things. An addicted little bitch that found out that she can't say 'no'. Tell them! Say it, Mary!" You lean forward in your chair. See panic on her face. "Say it!" "I am. I'm a sex addict. I am. I'm a submissive bitch, Marisa's bitch." She looks at the man to your left, focuses on his face. She feels comforted slightly by his gaze, sees she's turning him on. She gushes. "I'm Marisa's bitch. I have never been more erotically excited in my life than now, being Marisa's slut, bitch, whore." You laugh, sit and listen as she goes on and on. Ilsa reaches out, puts her hand on top of yours. She whispers to you "You win. I never thought she'd do it." You turn to her, smile. "They always do what I want." You sit back in your chair. Sip your drink, eyes over the top of your rocks glass. "Mary, turn and show your little hole. Quickly, girl." You watch as she turns, arches her back. Reaching back she spreads her cheeks wide with both hands. Her peach colored nail polish on her pretty nails pushed into her cheeks, she pulls her butt apart wide, exhibiting her lubricated and tight little hole to those seated and watching intently. "I could stick my finger in it but then I'd have to wash my hands." You giggle, girlishly, look to Isla. "Is she clean?" "Yes." You know what that means, Mary does too. She was put through the same demeaning cleaning process as your sissy sluts are prior to being fucked publically or sent on to please others for you. You see Mary's face turn bright red. "There's no punch line, no moral to the story. I just did this because I can. Mary showed me a side of her that I couldn't say 'no' to. Little hungry bitch. You all know me. I have to see just how hungry. I'm drawn that way. I have to take it as far as I can." "That's what we like about you, Marisa." One of the women finishes her drink, puts her glass on the coffee table, looks back at Mary. "She is interesting. I may want to fuck that." They laugh as you stand. You hear the other lady exclaim to her man, 'She certainly is. And I'm talking about Marisa, never boring.' You run your hand down over Mary's butt, feel her tremble slightly, feel goose bumps rise on her cheeks. "She likes girls. More accurately, Mary loves girls. I could have her go down on you you like, if you like. She's a good little pussy licker. Ass licker too." You turn to the woman said she'd be interested in fucking your new little toy. You smile at the man next to her. "Ilsa?" "Fuck you, Marisa. You know that isn't my thing. I know you like it. Why don't you do if for us all." "Ilsa, please. You know I only do it because I can. I'm not into girls either. I like to play with her son's little thing, you know that." You laugh. "But, yes. I have used her mouth. She's very good at it, motived little bitch. Aren't you, girl?" You slap her butt hard, see her rise to her toes slightly, settle back down on her heels. "Yes, Marisa. You know I love doing that for you." You rest your hand on her rear, cup one cheek. You hear the soft quiver in her voice. She's slightly afraid. "I could make her lick my ass if I wanted to, one stop shopping with this one. And she likes the boys too. A lot. Mary is one perfectly suited happy member of the family now. I don't use her like I do my other little bitches but she shows certain select male friends of mine her sex addicted side, shows it all too well. I sometimes have a hard time calling my little girl back home. Last time out she stayed an extra day." You laugh, pat her butt. You walk back to your chair. You see her stand with her rear facing your friends, cheeks widely spread. "She's really very pretty and in great shape for an older lady." You think back to her being over the horse in your basement, watching as Eric, your number one stud boy, repeatedly fucked her for hours, think back to her whimpers and screams. Memory flashes into your mind, you feel yourself get wet. "Put your dress on, Mary. The dirty little show's over." You ring your bell. As I enter the room I curtsey to you, bow to the others. Serving tray in my hands, my eyes to the floor, I see my mother wiggle back into her dress, zip it quickly. She sits and sips from her coffee cup. "Does anyone want another drink before lunch? I know I do." You put your empty glass on the tray I hold. I see them nod. I take their drink requests silently. I feel my tight cock harness and huge butt plug as I bend to allow each guest to place their glasses on my tray, my tiny ruffled skirt barely covering each. My mother doesn't even look up at me as she places her coffee cup and saucer on my tray. "Bring me something stronger. I'll have what Marisa's having, make it a double." She looks to the window, doesn't make eye contact with me. As I start out of the room I hear speak to me. "Princess, you did a very good job dressing your mother for today's show. Good girl." I turn quickly, hurry to bow. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you." Just as quickly I turn and hurry to fill the drink requests before serving lunch in the dining room with Niki and Trevor, your other slave boys that will serve your guests at today's luncheon. "Come on, Mary. That wasn't so bad." You laugh. "And you and I both know you enjoyed that." She leans forward in her chair. Mary looks deeply into your eyes, grips your hand in hers. "And you and I both know I would go down on you right fucking here." She stares at you coldly, matter of factly. "Ooooooooooo, threatening little bitch., patience, you naughty little girl. Plenty of time for that and other cheap thrills later tonight Right now, I'm hungry. And it's not for your mouth, Mary." Laughter from all seated, Mary stares at you submissively. She will be your lover any way you want to use her. The lady that said she'd fuck Mary looks on. She is thinking. "And we have to get into the city, shopping to do later." Ilsa looks around the room. "We girls have a party to put on this weekend." You look to Mary. Savor the very hungry little bitch you discovered and developed. You see her stare back at you, see the strength in her eyes. You know she is your bitch. But only until she decides not to be. You know it's her choice. She is so very much enjoying this. But you know you don't own her. You are just using her as much as she's using you. You smile to yourself, think that you truly do own her little boy. But his mother is somewhat of an equal in a very interesting way. You're going to see just how far you can take it. This was one of her first tests. I certainly won't be the last. You wink at her, see her wink back, unobserved by the others. "I do love you, baby doll, love what you are. You know that." You look to Mary as you say that softly, touch her hand. "As I do you, Mistress Marisa, as I do you." Mary smiles at you as the two of you head to the dining room. I bow as you walk passé me. The other two serving boys bow to your guests. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 33 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am covered in welts, sobbing uncontrollably, restrained and naked over the whipping horse. You paid specific attention to my little balls and penis, so sore will not be able to touch them for weeks even if I could. They will ache painfully when put back in the cage. The pitifully filled condom is laid on the white-board. It drips just slightly onto the written block and bold word, 'DISRESPECT'. I have been staring down at it, tears fall onto the letters as I shake, shudder. My screams, crying, all silenced by your sound-proof basement whipping room. You whipped me for almost one hour. My screaming drown out only by your screaming back at me. Furious, angry, chastising, a woman scorned you screamed at me the entire time you whipped me, punctuating strokes with your most cruel cane, 'YOU LITTLE BITCH!', 'YOU FUCKING WHORE!', 'DISREPECTFUL LITTLE SLUT!' I have been left here alone for almost two hours, still sobbing off and on. The door opens. You enter the room, stalk to the back of me, one flat hand brought down hard across my stripe covered cheek. I scream, cannot help it. "Well?" You keep your hand on my rear end as soon as you bring it down a second time, feel it burn like fire as you gently put your fingers into the crack of my rear, toy with it. I see you in the mirror. "I am sorry, Mistress, please..." I start crying heavily again. You listen as I go on for almost two minutes, just stand and stare, listening. Hysterical apology, non-stop, I am stammeing. And then you silence me. "Shhhhh. It's over now. But what were you thinking? You didn't know that I'd find out? Milk you and get that tiny offering to add to your collection? What the fuck, sweetie, did you think I wouldn't know?" You squeeze my left cheek, hear me wail. "Let you out of your penis cage to do your housework, try and give you something special, and that's what happens, you cum without me being present? You masturbate? That is your offering to me always, baby. That is for your Mistress, not you. You did it selfishly on your own? I feel betrayed. I feel so hurt by all of this. My lover, well, I know he is clueless fuck sometimes. But you? I thought you had more respect, honey. Him taking you to a bar, letting that friend of his fuck you, he can be so fucking mean! I spoke with him about that, couldn't get a serious word out of him, just laughed. But I know he won't do that again, at least I got him to promise that. But you cumming, him catching you after he brought you home. And then this horrible little offering? Look at that condom!" You shout. Bending forward, you dangle the barely full condom in front of my face. "I was furious little boy, so angry I don't know where to start. I think we need a plan." You slide your hand down my cheek, feel me shake, cry out. Reaching down you cradle my balls and shriveled penis in your hand, cup them so easily. You squeeze them. "Even though these are swollen and bruised they are going back into your cage. And that cage will not come off for some time. I should whip these right off of you, shouldn't I, baby." "Yes, Mistress, yes...but please don't, please...please don't..." Violently twist my head to see you in the mirror, eyes swollen, smeared and running eye makeup all over my face, you look at me calmly. I shake, almost convulsively. "Are you going to be a good boy? You know that's all I ask of you." You touch the hole of my shriveled penis, run your finger around the dry hole, no precum. I wince, feel you push up into it. "Oh yes, Mistress, so sorry, I am soooooorrrrrrrrry, am so sorry, please, Misteress...' Shaking, still crying hard. "He wants to pierce you. He says you should have a little chain connecting this to your balls. That, and name tag connecting this to this." You pull my soft penis back and up to touch the head of it to my bruised and swollen balls. I jerk, hard, flail at my restrained wrists and ankles. It hurts so bad after my severe whipping, all over my crotch, at least half an hour on just that part of me. You took your time. "I'm going to seriously consider that, baby doll. He says I can't trust you. We talked about that, having you pierced, errant little penis held to your sack by a little chain. Maybe that's what you need. Maybe you can't be trusted to be a good boy after all. Make you my favorite sissy boy and you pay me back by disrespecting my wishes. Jacking off. Indeed." You look at me in the mirror, severe look. You see me start to sob hysterically. "But I have a heart of gold, I really do. I think we'll give you another chance. But you are going to earn that. You are not going to be in your milking cage for a while, at least not for milking. This little thing isn't going to cum for a while. When I take your cock cage off, give you a second chance maybe a couple of months from now, you think you can keep your hands off of this if I trust you to be a free-range little whore? Do you? Put a condom on you and milk you am I going to get a full load of your messy stuff, am I?" You squeeze my balls slightly, penis pushed back against them. I scream. "Yes, Mistress...oh yes, yes..." "Shhhhh." "We'll see. I know you're gonna be a good boy. If not we'll just have to take control away from you permanently. And I can do that. Maybe been too good to you, he says I am. He says you're good only for ass fucking. We'll see, sweetie." You release your hand from me. You walk to the front of me, kick the white board off to the side of the room, the white board that reads in big block letters 'JACKING OFF BEHIND MISTRESSES BACK'. You squat down on your heels, take my head in your hands. You pull my face up and kiss me on the lips. "I'm going out. I'm going to leave you here for another hour, let you think this all over. Mary's upstairs. She has instruction to help back into your penis cage. Your mother will be down in an hour to cage and release you. I want you showered, smooth and pretty when I return. Don't know what time I'll be back, we're going to one his business friend's homes for dinner and then to a party. You be in your room when I get back, all prettied up, kiss you goodnight, maybe have my lover use you for my amusement. I know you love doing that for me. Mama loves you, baby. All she wants is your respect." You kiss me again, stand. "You're still my favorite one, honey." I hear your heels click as you walk to the door. You turn back toward me. "Oh, and your mother didn't make half the noise you did when she was down her yesterday. But she is loud when whipped, the little bitch is loud. I didn't whip her as hard as I did you though, only used a paddle. I should have you watch some time. Mostly just sat with Ilsa and Barbara and watched as Eric fucked her. All that noise making must run in what is now our happy family. That crying and begging thing, I like it. The two of you do it well. She sounds a little like you do too. I mean when she cums to, like a grateful little bitch. I do love our family, baby. I love both mother and son, like a good mother should." You open the door, turning out the light before you close it behind you as you leave. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 34 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "Oh my!!!" You enter the room and see me in my cage. "Gone one fucking night and you can't control yourself. Good thing we put you in a diaper. What if I'd brought someone down here to see you?!? Someone I wanted to give you to? Fuck, you make me mad." You look down at me. You've been at your boyfriend's house for the night. You put me in my cage before you left at 7pm the night before. It's 11am the next day. "Mistress, please, I'm so sorry. I am so ashamed of myself, please, couldn't hold it anymore, couldn't, please..." "You disgust me sometimes." You reach down and flip open the cage door, step back away from me. You see the bulge in the back of my soaking wet diaper, smile to yourself. "I can't even get laid without coming home to find you with shit your pants, piss all over yourself." You walk to the door. "Should I call Ilsa? I can. She can take over from here, take care of you for the rest of the day. Was I right the other day when I said you needed a diaper, said you have no self-control? Remember, little bitch? Do you?!?." You glare at me as I come out of the cage, step onto the cold cement floor. I feel cold urine run down my naked legs and over my bare feet. "Yes, Mistress, so sorry..." "You know what she'd do. Ilsa would make you put your nose in that diaper, take it off of you and make you kneel and rub your nose it. She'd keep you like that for the rest of the day." I start to stammer, cry, look to the floor. I feel utter disgust with myself. "Mistress, please...please...no, please..." "Get this cleaned up, now! You have permission to relieve yourself if you have to and dress. Move, little girl. You have housework to do, move, move, move!" You storm out of the room. You are angry. I present myself to you completely showered, baby smooth, perfumed and made up one hour later. I am wearing a black corset. My penis locked harness washed clean, 3" spike heel ankle boots with lace ruffled top white sissy sox, I wear a metal locked collar around my neck. I have my stainless steel bulbous hook-like dildo in hand already inserted deep into my rear. I am holding the chain at the top of it in my hand up behind me and down over my back. I kneel and put my nose to the wall. I wait for you and your daily instructions. I hear you enter the room as I hold the chain in place firmly. I make sure to pull the metal dildo up into me. You walk up to my rear. "Last chance little girl, do you have to go to the bathroom?" You stare down at me from behind. "No Ma'am." "Once I lock this in place and you start your housework we are not taking it out." You lean down and take the chain from my hand, hear me whimper as you pull it up just enough to make it hurt a little more, make me wince. "I said, do you have to go to the fucking bathroom?!? We both know you can't control yourself while I'm gone." "No, Ma'am, ...uhhhh, please...no, Mistress, no." I squirm as you release the hook in your hand but hold it firmly, just enough to hold it in tight. I feel you lock it in place. You lock it to my neck collar in the back. You use the hook to reinforce posture during housework. "I have a very busy day, have girls coming over tonight. I don't want to be disturbed by you. Do you need a diaper? Or do you want me to trust you to be a big girl while you clean? I don't want you pissing on my floor." You smile at me, wicked smile. "Please, Mistress, please let me be a big girl. I promise, promise not to pee without your permission, please, Mistress, please." "Okay, little bitch. I'll trust you this time." You laugh loudly. "We will house break you one way or another. You are being trained to go to the bathroom when I decide you should go, not you. I fucking own you. Do not forget that my ittle Princess bitch. I'm very disappointed with you right now. Come home and find out that you shit yourself, made a mess in your clean cage, pee all over the floor of it. I told you, I expect you to stay clean in your cage until I come home and release you. You'll learn one way or another." You put your hand to my mouth, offer it, see me hurry to kiss it repeatedly. "Start your housework. Move, girl!" I feel you prod my rear end with the toe of your shoe. "If you have to relieve yourself before I decide to take you to your toilet I'll paddle you so hard you won't sit for a week. Now move, go." "Yes, Mistress, yes..." I almost trip over myself hurrying to my chores as you turn and leave the room. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 35 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** You are seated on long black leather couch. Soft music plays to those selected to be in attendance at your very private salon. It's an invitation only party, the special ones only. Men and women mill about, cocktails in hand, chatter and the sound of beautiful music fills the back half of the room. You are dressed in all white, made up fashion perfect. You are in a shoulder-less and backless evening gown, your breasts pushed up, cleavage highlighted. You wear gorgeous lace top stockings under it all, soft and delicate lace white panties, satin high heel shoes. I was privileged to be able to help you dress. You are gorgeous. People smile, wink and nod. One even bends and puts his hands on you as you sit. He kisses your naked shoulder. He's your new found lover. He's a very handsome man, very masculine. He's new to your decadent parties but is learning fast. At the back of the room there are a number of sissy types, some cross-dressed, two naked, all restrained. They are parked, left to wait, set aside by their owners. Some are in collars, cuffs, some are passable CD/TV girls. But this is not about them. This is about you and your wonderful salon and the show you offer up to your very select kinky guests. The large room is dimly lit, one stark light only. It's a spotlight shining down on your little sissy princess. It shines down starkly on me. I am stroking, humping frantically. I am struggling to cum. My rear end thrusts madly in the air. I am fucking a pillow. I am on a small two foot high platform stage for all in the room to see. A thin chain runs down from a bar above me, runs down from the ceiling. It runs up under the left leg opening of my ruffled panties. It disappears under and into the rear of them. The thin chain is connected to the permanent gold ring that keeps my tiny balls and penis surrounded tightly. The chain holds me so as to not allow full thrust of my small erect penis into the pillow on the table surface below me. The tight chain makes me struggle to fuck my pillow rather than just thrust heavily against it. I can only run the sensitive underside of my little erection, the hole of it, against the inside of my panties and across the surface of the silk pillow. I try so hard to please. I try to make the underside of my penis connect with the pillow, work so hard, so very hard. I struggle furiously to get the friction, the contact needed to cum for you and your guests. And that is what this about, your guest's amusement, amused by my humiliating little show. I am dressed as the sissy I am for you. My girly little high heel ankle boots flailing in the air, up on my knees with my chest and face to the table below me, my heavy breathing and moaning is almost lady-like. My delicate whimpering, butt thrusting and pumping as best it can, I am the show. I feel sweat on my inner cheeks up the crack of my rear end. A drop of it runs down over my balls inside my panties. I work so hard to cum. That is what I'm on display to do. Fuck my pillow and cum in my underpants. I feel your eyes on me. I feel your dissatisfaction that I am taking so long to do what you expect me to do. And then I feel a hand on me. A hand that breaks my concentration, I feel for the first time something other than the trickle of sweat running down my arched back. I feel a large masculine and strong hand cover my thrusting cheeks. Startled, frightened, I look up to my side so quickly. It's him. I see your lover, your new man, looking down at my rear. I feel him cup my cheeks, hear him say quietly, 'dirty little bitch'. Only I hear him, see him glare down at me. He runs his hand over the ruffles of my panties and pets my rear end. He strokes me. I struggle, almost thrash to pump, pump so desperately looking for 'the feeling'. The inner feeling that starts just before I know I will cum. I am begging for THE FEELING. Begging, 'please, please, please', I think to myself, 'please let me cum, please'. I press my face to the table in front of me. I fuck my pillow crazily as he watches. I try to ignore him, his deep presence. He walks away and I close my eyes and concentrate, so hard, feel tears in my eyes. I know that you will lose patience with me soon. I have been doing this for almost thirty minutes. It feels like hours. I don't want to be scolded, whipped in front of your guests, sent away from you and your party, sent to my punishment cage.. And then it comes. And then I feel it. I feel the 'feeling', the one that starts so slight inside, so subtle, the one I have to fight to control when my Mistress uses me only to make herself cum, not me. I push my little erection up against the inside of my panties, fight with my knees to hold the pillow up high between them. I move against it, straight up and down, on top of it, butt way up high. I whimper loudly, cry out slightly. People are paying attention now, watching intently, commenting to each other, some laughing. Then it happens. I feel the first soft spurt, the next, the one after. I feel the rhythmic drip into my panties. I feel the offering for my Mistress and her guests. You hear me whimper, moan, bury the side of my face into the table. I see you stare at me, slight smile on your face. Then it's over. I feel my rear quiver, shake slightly, so subtle, nobody sees. But I feel it. I open my eyes briefly, lock eyes with a naked sissy chained by a neck collar to the wall in the rear of the room. He is staring at me, deeply watching me, I can see him. I look away, close my eyes. Then I hear the applause. I hear the small gathering step up to congratulate you on my dirty little show. I hear them say things like, 'so wonderful', 'elegant', 'so decadent and depraved'. The applause fills the room. It's for you, not for me. Then I am aware your presence, your focus on me alone. You are next to me. I hear you talking to your lover. Just the two of you standing next to me, no one else in the room hears you. "You can fuck him without a condom if you like. I've decided you can do that if you want to. But don't you dare leave a mark on him, I mean that. You're new to this and he's my favorite. I want him in one piece when I come back. You mark him seriously and I'm going to be very upset. Only I do that, only me. This is a real test, baby. You're first time being trusted with my personal little bitch. Enjoy him but don't seriously hurt him." I feel your hands slip my panties down in the back just below the curve of my cheeks. You unfasten the thin chain attached to my gold ring that held me slightly up off the pillow. Then slip my panties back up over my butt. I feel your warm hand caress and push my rear down firmly onto the pillow. "I'll be out of town until Monday. I want him back by noon." You pet my rear, pat me. "Princess, such a good girl, you please me much. So precious! They loved it!" I feel you lean down, kiss my cheek. I feel the slippery mess inside my panties. My penis moves in it, squishy and warm. I feel some of my cum run out from under my right panty leg, feel it drip underneath me and onto the pillow. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you." My face to the table, my voice is soft, submissive, whisper like. I can feel all of their eyes on me. You put your hand on the arm of the man standing next to you. "I mean it. I'm trusting you for the first time with one of my slaves. You be a good boy. Don't break him." You lean up and kiss him, he tells you that you have nothing to worry about. "I've been looking forward to this. I have some friends that are too. You know I won't hurt your precious little pet. I'll meet you at the bar, baby, I want a drink." You look back down at me as he pats your rear end and moves away toward the bar at the back of the room. "Princess, you did such a good job, was afraid that you weren't going to make it." Hear you laugh softly, so sexy. "I thought maybe you'd forgotten how important it is to cum for me when I want you to like this. It's one of my favorite shows." You pet me. I know you have to leave shortly. I know what's about to happen. I'm being given to your lover for several days, I'm being given to the man you now see almost daily. He's 'baby sitting' me as he called it. "I want you to be on your best behavior over the weekend. He's taking you home to his house tonight. Mama is out of town for three days, I'm going to miss you, baby doll, but I'll be back." See you glance to the back of the room, looking for him. "I'm going to come by and say goodbye before I leave tonight but for now I'd like you to go to the back of the room with the rest of the little pets by the back wall. I need to talk about grown up things with my guests, have to mingle. Will you be a good boy while I'm gone, do what you're told, will you do that for me, baby doll?" "Yes, Ma'am." I feel apprehensive of your lover. I know he isn't as thrilled with me as you are. I hear you giggle. "Now be a good girl, go. Show's over, baby. Go back there with the rest of the sissies." I see you turn and walk to the bar, greeted by all you pass. Soaked, wet, used, know better than to talk with the others, I walk to the back of the room trying not to drip cum on the floor. We all stand and wait for our Mistresses or Masters to take us home. Or use us at your party. All the kinky pets, we stand and wait. The boy that watched me looks at me, winks. He rolls his tongue up over his lips and smiles wickedly. He mouths an air kiss to me. "I'll lick that off of you if you like." His voice is a whisper. The others ignore him. I look away from him quickly. I am your slave. Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 36 I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm standing in front of you presenting myself for confession. You are seated in the chair you sit in to hear it. You are seated in the chair you judge me in, admonish me in, make me beg for forgiveness in, reward me in. You are seated on your worship throne. I'm standing before you with a large black ribbon tied so tightly around my balls and penis that it pushes them up and out, almost cuts off circulation. I present my soft little baby-boy like penis for you to see. I'm wearing only the ribbon. Toenails painted pink, pink fingernails too, pink lip gloss and darker pink liner. I am naked and barefoot in black and pink. You have removed my locking penis restraint. It sits on your lap. I look down at the floor. I see you but never look directly at you unless you tell me too. I don't want my face slapped. I try to avoid that, hate that the most. I see you holding a very thin crop. I feel it tap so gently up under my pink balls, pushed and stretched out tight by the black ribbon. I feel them bounce as you bring your crop up against them lightly several times. You just tap, caress them. Then you hold them up with the crop. This is why you remove my penis restraint for confession. It's so that your crop has access to my penis and balls. I see you in a very soft and tight black leather skirt, large belt at the top, pencil skirt just below the knee, just the hint of hose between the bottom of your soft leather skirt and the top of your 4" razor sharp spike heel boots. Crisp white blouse, collar up turned around your neck, I see your cleavage in a white lace bra, so beautiful, so pretty. Large hoop earrings, hair up behind your head, made up perfectly. You dress for my confession. It's part of the ritual. You let me know that you are the gorgeous woman of my submissive dreams every time. "You are precious, baby doll. You please me. Now show me, do it. You know I need to see it all." You bring your crop up quickly between my legs, see me jump. I know what that means. It means turn and present my rear. I put my hands at my sides, arch my back. You put your crop down across your lap. I hear you take a rubber glove from the table next to your chair, hear it pulled on, hear it snap against your wrist. I feel you push your hand to my rear quickly, almost crudely but not harsh, deliberate. I feel your middle finger go up into my cheeks, probing, searching, you are looking for my tight little hole. I feel your finger find it and then push in, deep, your hand turns sideways. You push your middle finger all the way into me, brings me up on my toes. I stifle a whimpering moan. I feel your finger pull out, go back in three times as deep as it will go. I feel your finger pull out of me fast, feel my little hole slam shut. I stifle a yelp. I don't dare move, silent, motionless stand with my back slightly arched, butt pushed out. I stare straight ahead, don't want you to even think I'm biting my lip. I hear you pull off the glove and drop it to the floor at your feet. I feel your hand run down and then back up over both of my cheeks, inspecting. I feel your hand run down the backs of my legs. "Well done, but then you always do the baby-smooth thing real good. And your hole is perfect. Perfect. Not a hint of resistance and tight as ever. Good girl. I knew there was a reason I let you serve me and the men I give you to. The man you'll be with tonight will be very happy. He's a business associate of my boyfriends. You have a big-girl date later tonight. I'm thinking, maybe bright red big-girl lipstick, sexy little black dress, would you like that, Princess? You're going to be my little super model tonight. Don't know if he'll want to take you out of the house, that's up to him. You just be gorgeous." I feel you take my arm. You turn me back around toward you. I am so exposed, so in your gaze. "Yes, Mistress, if that would please you, please your guest, yes, Ma'am." My eyes to the floor, I see your powerful figure, your legs. I focus on your boots, feel my penis go semi erect. "Let's have you kneel and get your confession. I don't have a lot of time. I have a cocktail party to get to. And you have penance to do. We both know that will be the case, don't we? All your dirty little confessions end in penance, so predictable my, little bitch." "Yes, Ma'am." I kneel at your feet, bend and put my nose to the rubber glove on the floor. You have me do this to remind me of my place. I smell myself on the glove, know that pleases you. It reminds me that my hole is for your guest, for him to do with as he pleases. I smell the k-y on the glove, the lubricant I wear at all times on my rear end. I feel your crop tap my back firmly, twice. "Mistress, I touched myself when you were not present. Several times, I touched myself through my penis cage. I thought about you letting me lick you, Mistress. I also thought selfishly about me and your lover together. I touched myself and thought about going down on him while you watched in your living room. I thought about how he fucks me sometimes too, spanks my butt. I thought about licking you from behind, Mistress, thought about selfishly licking you while holding you apart, selfishly putting my tongue up into you for a very long time. I love that, Mistress, love doing that for you. I touched myself and thought about that. It made my baby penis stiff in its cage, Mistress. I put my finger into my butt, Mistress, when that happened. And I thought about touching you like he does sometimes, touching you like your lover does, Mistress. I'm sorry. I can't help it, think about that sometimes." I feel your crop against my back, hard, three times. It wraps, curls down the crack of my butt up between my cheeks. I cry out, recoil. "Oh my! Touch me like he does?!?" I see you stand. "I think a couple of hours in your little bitch cage would be appropriate for your dirty thoughts, that little penis or yours chained up high and tight to the back bar. That should help you focus, remind you of what you are to me. You are not my lover, honey! Touch me like he does, in-fucking-deed." "Yes, Ma'am, yes. I can't help thinking these things, yes, need to be reminded, Ma'am." I pick up the rubber glove with my teeth. I start to crawl toward my cage room. I feel the crop come down hard between my rear cheeks again. I cry out, careful not to drop the glove from my mouth. "My lover, now there's a thought, you as my lover. As if that would happen." You laugh loudly. "Maybe my ass licker, my bitch, my whipping boy, a cock sucker, but certainly not my lover, little man. I should tell him you said that, see what he has to say about that." Your laughter fills the room. "Mistress, please, please...no..." Your crop comes down fast, three times across my rear end. I scamper on my knees toward the cage room. "Shut up. I need you focused. Tonight I want you so fucking pretty, so fucking hot that your date wants to marry your ass. It's going to be his first time with you and he better want a return visit. He's a married guy, bored and wants a kinky regular slut on the side. My boyfriend says he's perfect for you. If you don't fuck this up he'll be a regular client. And that helps my boyfriend's business. Don't you dare disappoint. Focus! You will be the perfect little lady for this man." I feel your crop across my rear several more times as I crawl quickly toward my punishment cage. "My boyfriend knows and trusts this man. You're going to like him, Princess. Whatever he wants to do with you, you let him. Do we understand each other?" "Yes, Ma'am, yes." I keep the rubber glove in my mouth. I talk with my teeth holding it in place. I hurry to stay just ahead of you, crawling as fast as I can. I hear your heels click on the hall tile floor. "Good. I know you're capable of being a very pleasing girl. You will go with the big girl look tonight, hot slutty big girl, all dressed up. I think bright red lipstick for my little super star tonight. Big girl make up. Make me proud, precious. You know what to do. You make him want to cum in that little hole again and again, make him think about you when he's fucking his wife." I feel your crop tap my butt. I crawl into my cage. Kneeling in the large dog cage, held captive in it, naked, I feel you pull my penis back between my legs and up toward the top of it. You put the cock harness on me and fasten it to the cage top by a small padlock. I hear the tiny padlock click shut. I feel my rear end pulled up so high it hurts. I hear the door of the cage slam shut, hear the hasp closed and locked. "I have to go, I'm late already." You stand and to the side of my cage. "The thought of you thinking about kissing me, fucking me like a real man, putting your hands all over me like my lover does...indeed! With that baby dick? Fuck. I should whip you now, you know that. You lick me like the slave bitch you are when I tell you to, when and only when I let you. You ungrateful little whore. You'll be punished for that later." "Yes, Mistress, yes..." You stare down at me in the cage. "This is far from over. I'm going to whip your penis. Touch that little thing without my permission, and when I'm not even around, that upsets me greatly, little boy. Greatly. I'm going to make you cry. You think about that while you are down here. That is going to happen. I'd do it now but don't have time. That, and you have to be your prettiest tonight." "Yes, Mistress, so sorry...", feel tears well up in my eyes. "But I am flattered, bitch. I really am. You know I care about you. I like it that you find me pretty. That's a good thing. And I have to say, you thinking about having my lover fuck you, now that excites me. You know it does. You pleased me with that. Now that's what your mind should be focused on, me being your goddess and you amusing the man I love." "Yes, Ma'am." I see you walk to the door, turn off the light. "Naughty little bitch." You close the door behind you. I can think of nothing but making you happy, pleasing the man you will give me too later tonight, being the best sissy girl he's ever had. I feel my penis strain at the cock cage as I think about what I will be doing hours from now. I am your slave. Mistress Marla Shares Her Slut Sitting in my living room, signed online, my hands on the keyboard waiting. The house is warm. I am all alone hoping she will sign on soon. I have followed her instructions to the letter. I am naked with my basket of toys sitting next to me. My camera is on and aimed at my long hard nipples, our site is up on my screen and I am looking at myself. I push the keyboard away and aim my body directly at the camera so she will see her slut as soon as she signs on. I nervously reach up and type a greeting. “Mistress Marla your slut is very happy to see you! I am here for you pleasure awaiting your instructions” I squirm with nervous anticipation when the tone rings “You've got mail” I click on my mail box to find one email from Mistress Marla. I begin to shake; my breathing gets shallow, as I know it holds instructions. My Dearest Slut, You look beautiful tonight your nipples need some attention though so I want you to take six clothespins from your basket and place three on each nipple, one on each side then one right on the nipple. Give me a good show!! then come meet me. Luv Mistress Marla Well, I just about came right then and there. She had been watching me, was watching me and I hadn’t known it. I quickly found 6 clothespins and began to prepare my nipples placing the four on the outside then finishing by placing the last two on my nipples. I squirmed in my seat; my cunt was dripping from the pain radiating from my nipples. I then typed a quick response, “Hello Mistress Thank you Mistress. The pain is wonderful oooo Thankyou.” “Hello my slut you look beautiful. I see you are squirming around are you wet???” “Yes, Mistress, I am very sorry but yes my pussy is wet Ma'am.” “Well you know how I feel about that slut don't you!! We will have to do something about that. Find 7 more clothespins and two pieces of duct tape about 4 inches long. Ok now spread legs very wide show me everything slut. Now place 3 clothes pins on each labia, good now pull them over to your thigh and tape them down on both sides. Hmmmm looks good slut now rub your clit, that’s it bitch play with it good. Get it long and hard, mmmmmm yess now clip the last clothespin to that clit. NOW slut. Ok very good, a little slow, but good." “OOOO Thankyou Mistress thankyou ooooooo it hurts sooooo bad Ma’am ooooo how long Ma’am??” “WHAT?? You ask me??? You know better than to ask me how long a punishment will last. You have made me very angry Slut. You shall sit there like that for as long as it pleases me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND???” “Yyyyessss Mistress Please forgive me I’m so so sorry for asking please Mistress I will do anything to please you anything. Please don’t be angry at me please Mistress please.” “Stop your blubbering slut and just sit there and let me think.” With that she was silent and I watched the clock on the screen click by. I did not know if she was still online, I wanted to type something to her to beg her forgiveness but I did not dare, so I sat. The pain in my clit and nipples was almost unbearable. They burned and throbbed with each breath the pain increased. The tears began to slowly escape my eyes and roll down my face, but I sat and waited. I was so ashamed, how could I have made her so angry that she would leave me sitting here alone with all these clothespins. I looked at the clock it had been 30 minutes since she had spoken to me last. Oh wow she had never done this before, she had never let me sit alone before she had always talked to me when I was being punished so I would know everything was ok that she still loved me, but not this time. The tears where now coming faster my tits where wet from them and then it happened I sobbed. One big unexpected, body shaking sob and I let out a scream from the pain, I was now sitting with the clothespin on my clit stuck underneath me and it was pulling on my clit something terrible. It must have happened during the sob but now what was I going to do. I could not move or she would see me, if she was still watching. I tried to take a deep breath and lift slightly but that only made things worse. My hands where twitching to type and ask permission to move but I held them down, gripping the arms of my chair and I waited. That’s when it happened, the screen came alive with messages to my Mistress from not one, but many many people and I gasped when I realized this was not a private room, but that my live camera feed was being viewed by other people. I watched in horror as my Mistress began talking to these others as if this wasn’t the first time they had been there and watched us. They where all saying that they thought her fair and just in my punishment. One of them told her she should have me take my purple butt plug and turn it on high and to shove it in, just as she had made me do on another occasion. He also suggested I then give myself 10 whacks with my paddle, 5 hard on each cheek. Mistress Marla agreed and so ordered me. I then stood up so thankful to be off that chair, but when I moved the mind-bending pain from my clit and the clothespins rubbed together. I spread my legs and picked up the purple butt plug and began to push it in. My purple butt plug was fairly large and very nasty because it flared out and then as you pushed it in your muscles closed up around a very narrow shaft with a ring on it. When this happened it always sent the surrounding muscles into spasms and the instantaneous pain was wonderfully delicious. With that done I picked up the paddle and took one more look at the screen to check for further instructions, all it said was “HARD!!” I pulled my hand forward and with all my might I swung back and hit my right cheek. It burned and I knew I had left a red spot. I turned and typed “1” I proceeded to repeat this 9 more times and then turned and saw the order to sit down. “Very good slut, but I think next time you can swing that a little harder! Your ass is nice and red. I bet it hurts doesn't it slut.. Well you will continue to remember this punishment for a while. Now remove the clit pin, then the nipples. Ok now the ones around your nipples. Ok now last but not least rip the tape off fast. Now take the remaining clothespins off and rub your nipples and clit for 5 minutes and leave the butt plug in until bedtime. Then I want you to turn on the cameras in your room and give me a good show. I want it to last 1 hour do you understand me 1 hour no more and no less or you will pay!!” “Yes Mistress Yes I understand oooo thankyou soo much Mistress thankyou. Please forgive me I will be a better slut I promises Mistress." Mistress Marla's New Puppy Mistress Marla was planning on hosting an afternoon tea for all her lady friends. She wanted to show off her new plates and her new puppy. JJ is her new puppy. He is playful and fun, but can be very bad. He is new to being a puppy, and so he doesn't always think he needs to take orders in this way. Mistress Marla worked with JJ for several days on his tricks to impress the ladies. He could sit, roll over, and beg. He could walk on leash, but not very well. He liked to frolic a lot more. Mistress Marla explained that this is a party for ladies, and JJ needs to keep his "red thing" out of sight. JJ is circumcised, so it is hard to hide his "red thing" but he needs to concentrate on keeping himself under control. The day of the tea arrived, and the ladies all came dressed in their best. They all wore sexy high heels and stockings, and some wore gloves. Several wore hats. They all wore some kind of fetish wear. Mistress Marla wore a skin tight white leather dress with white high heels and sheer stockings with a garter belt. She did not wear gloves, but she wore a small pill box hat, tilted at a jaunty military angle. Mistress Marla invited only her closest friends. There were five in all. At promptly 2 pm, the doorbell rang. The ladies were surprised when Mistress Marla's boy did not answer, but the Mistress herself. Then they saw JJ, and understood why. Mistress explained that today, JJ would be her new "puppy," not her house boy. The ladies came in, and began to ooh and ahh about JJ the puppy. JJ was padding around, rubbing up against the ladies' legs. "No JJ," Mistress Marla scolded, "these are our guests. You need to be on your good behavior." JJ was clad in only a dog collar as he was a puppy today. Mistress Marla commanded JJ to sit. JJ sat back on his haunches, chest up. But JJ's "red thing" was starting to grow. Mistress Marla was not pleased. She said, "No JJ, get control of yourself or you will have to go out in the yard." She reached over and whacked JJ on his hard penis with a newspaper. JJ yelped, and he began to deflate. Mistress Marla busied herself with getting the snacks and beverages served to the ladies. The ladies were seated in the living room and dining room, lounging around on big over-stuffed chairs and sofas. Mistress Marla wished that JJ were serving as her boy today, and reminded herself to borrow one of the ladies' boys next time to help her with these tasks. When Mistress Marla came into the living room, there was JJ lying on his back, being scratched by one of the ladies on his belly. And his pesky hard on had returned. JJ was panting a little. Mistress Marla, smiled a little, but scolded JJ in front of the ladies. She said, "JJ, now you know we are showing you off. I want to show the ladies how well you are trained, and what you can do. You know that belly scratching is for later. Do I have to keep whacking your penis with a newspaper?" JJ quickly turned over like a good boy. He put his head down and showed his rear so Mistress Marla could smack it. This time she did so with her bare hand. She swatted him quickly several times, making his butt cheeks red and fire-y. Secretly she smacked his balls a few times as well. She could see he was getting hard again, but pretended to ignore it. The ladies ate, and JJ came and curled up at Mistress Marla's feet. He nuzzled her ankles and licked her shoes like a good puppy. She scratched his neck and head, and petted his shoulders. He was doing so well. He had a bit of a hard on, but he had his thigh covering it. Mistress Marla was very proud of him. Time went on and the ladies discussed all kinds of topics like fashion, and travel, and books they had read. One of the ladies, Madam Harmony, shared about the pony training that she and her boy had started. It sounded like fun to Mistress Marla. JJ has a strong back, and he could easily carry Mistress Marla. Maybe this is something they would try next? JJ began to pad around to the ladies, rubbing up against their calves. He sniffed some of their legs and shoes. Several of the ladies scratched his head and stroked his neck. The ladies commented on what a strong neck JJ had. Mistress Marla felt proud of JJ. Soon the ladies were full of tasty snacks. It was time for Mistress Marla to show off JJ's tricks. First she had JJ sit on command for the ladies. He sat back on his haunches. But again, he had an erection. JJ just couldn't keep from growing his "red thing." One of the ladies, Miss Eleanor, kept squealing about JJ's "red thing" showing. Mistress Marla reminded the ladies that JJ is a young puppy, and he is not yet ready to master himself so well. Then Mistress commanded JJ to roll over. He did this very well, and all the ladies clapped. Mistress had him do it a few more times. Each time he landed very gracefully back on his paws (his hands and knees). JJ was quite a specimen to watch. He is very muscular and strong, handsome and lithe, and his huge cock was not to be missed. The ladies all pretended that they didn't see it, but JJ is well hung, and when he is hard, it is difficult to ignore. Next Mistress wanted to show that JJ could walk on a leash. She placed a lead on JJ's collar. Then she promenaded him back and forth in the living room. JJ did very well, and kept up with Mistress. She reminded him to heal a few times, but other than that, he did very well. The ladies all clapped again, expressing appreciation at JJ's ability to cantor alongside Mistress Marla. Finally, Mistress Marla commanded JJ to play dead. He fell back down on his back, belly up, hard on up, and let his tongue fall out to the side. This was all too much for Mistress Marla, and she started to shoo the ladies out for the afternoon so she could wrestle with JJ. The ladies all took their cues, and Madam Harmony promised to have everyone over next month to see her "pony." Once everyone was gone, Mistress Marla put JJ the puppy outside to take care of his business. She watched through the kitchen window as JJ tried to pee raising his leg, that magnificent cock hard as a rock. It took JJ a few minutes to manage all that, and that gave Mistress Marla time to clean up, soon JJ was scratching at the back door. Mistress Marla brought him in, and called him over near her favorite stuffed chair. She patted her lap, and JJ laid his head there. Mistress scratched his head and neck and praised him for how well he did at the party. JJ started to sniff at Mistress' cunt. Mistress pulled up her dress and let JJ lick her pussy. JJ lapped at her like such a good puppy, happily nuzzling his face between her legs. Mistress Marla pulled her dress up even farther, and JJ really got his mouth and tongue into her twat, lapping and licking and tasting. Mistress could feel JJ's hard cock pressed against her leg. She liked feeling it there. Pretty soon she could feel the pre cum droplets on her leg. She commanded JJ to lie down on his back, cock straight up into the air. Mistress hiked her dress up around her waist, and sat right down on JJ's big dick. JJ lapped at her arms and neck and face just like a good puppy. Mistress rode JJ's delicious thick cock until she started squealing with pleasure. She told JJ that he had better not cum, or she would make him lick it out of her puffy twat. JJ squirmed and bucked, but he was a well trained puppy and knew he shouldn't squirt his jism. Mistress rode him for a long time, cumming and cumming, juices gushing out of her pretty cunt. Finally she climbed off of JJ, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him upstairs. "Good JJ," she said, "You will get to shoot your wad now that you have been such a good puppy and made me proud. Now you need to come upstairs and beg." JJ just panted and padded along beside Mistress Marla, knowing that he would be well rewarded for being such a good pet. The End