2 comments/ 20790 views/ 5 favorites My Beloved By: quotidian01 "My Beloved, I am your dedicated lover and I will do anything for you. I thank you for letting me make this web site, where I can feel the whole world watching me. Everything I do here is for you, Beloved. And in pleasing you, I am pleased." My voice sounded a bit tinny in the cheap computer speakers. I knew I was displayed while the voice spoke: sometimes in my silk and frills, sometimes tied, sometimes in a group. I never knew which photo was displayed but they all had one theme. The words "Slut Sissy" splashed across the page. My Beloved never let me look. This was the homepage to a website she and I had been building for a while. Down the left side the links to videos we had made piled up in quite a stack. My Beloved teases that we'll have to add a second layer of links: the bondage videos, the cross-dressing videos, the maid videos and like that. On the upper right was an announcement box announcing the time of the next live show. The funny part is that I hated making these films, yet I made them anyway. I wasn't madly in love; I don't like dressing up as a girl; I don't like masturbating in front of a camera. And yet I did all these things and more. Lots more. And I do not know why. We had been dating, and then one day, she had The Voice. The Voice I could not refuse. The first time we made a video, she did not explain what was going on. She dressed me carefully in my frilly little sissy outfit: a short pleated skirt, and a simple button down blouse. White over the knee socks and brown penny loafers. She had done my make up to contrast with the innocence of my outfit. She kept my eyebrows plucked at all times. She had shaped my eyes with bold strokes of blue and green mascara on the lids and a thick black outline below the eye. A bold splash of red along my cheekbones offset the bright red of my lipstick. Altogether I looked like a middle school slut. As she set up the camera and the computer, I sat up on the stool she had for me to sit on. There was a website up on the screen. As soon as I saw it, I forgot everything else and just stared. My Beloved had set up a web page dedicated to me. The background was of me: bound spread-eagled on the bed, dressed only in stockings, two frilly garters, and panties, blindfolded. I remembered the night but had no idea that she had photographed me. There was a small box with 578 written in it. The computer beeped loudly and the number went to 579. Looking back, it's hard to imagine that I felt embarrassed when she told me that these were the people joining up in a chat room to watch a live sex show for free. She'd been advertising it on the web for a few days now. It was scheduled to begin in just a few minutes. "I know you don't really want to do this, do you?" A fairly significant understatement, but ever since My Beloved showed up, I have not been able to refuse her. "But that's okay, isn't it?" I stared and then she said in that voice I cannot refuse: "Answer me, Sissy Bitch." That was her name for me. When she called me that name, I had to answer. "Yes." "Answer properly!" "Yes, My Beloved." "Properly." She twisted one of my nipples, pretty hard. "Yes, My Beloved, it is okay that I don't want to do this." "And why is that?" Her voice dripped with smug confidence. "Because what I want doesn't matter. All that matters is what you want." "Yes!" She let go. The computer beeped twice more in a row. There were now 923 people in the chat room. Almost a thousand people to watch me be humiliated by My Beloved. "Let's get started. Go along with everything I say or it will get worse for you." She turned to the camera as her image appeared on the screen. I was visible in the background over her shoulder. "Let me welcome you to our first public performance. Sissy Bitch and I have been waiting for this, haven't we?" I nodded in my shame. A thousand people! And then it got worse. "Stand up." A bit confused at this sudden command; it didn't really register. Her hand cracked across my face, and I stood straight away. "Why did you make me do that? I don't want to hit you, but you make me do it. Please don't make me slap you again. When I ask you a question, you answer properly." Two tears rolled down my blushing cheeks. "Yes, My Beloved and I have been waiting for this moment." "There you go. You can sit again." I slid back on to the stool, trying to keep my skirt down. "Yes, so we've been excited about Sissy Bitch's coming out party." All of me wanted to leap up and flee, but I could not. Could not refuse that voice. So, I sat. "He has been telling me for a while now that he really wants a chance to suck a cock. He wants to feel the soft hardness and the spurting end. He's told me how he wants to feel his mouth filling with cum. Isn't that right, Sissy Bitch?" "No, I don't like to suck cock. It embarrasses me." It took her a moment to react to what I said. She reached out and took a grip on my nipples. " But that doesn't matter does it, Sissy Bitch?" She twisted my nipples until I gasped. "I won't let go until you answer me properly." Writhing under the sting, I said, "Yes, My Beloved. I like to suck cock. I want to suck cock. I want to feel my mouth fill cum." She released her twist somewhat. "And what will you do once your mouth is full of cum?" She twisted harder again. "I will swallow it, My Beloved." She let go. "And why will you do this? "Because you want it." "Does what you want matter?" "No, My Beloved, what I want doesn't matter. Only what you want." "That's right and right now I want you to admit to all these people that you are a cock sucking sissy bitch. Go ahead, say it." "I'm a cock sucking sissy bitch." "And you like to scuk cock." "And I like to suck cock. I want to suck cock." All of a sudden I meant it. I can't explain what happened but all of a sudden I had a huge hard-on. "I want to slide my lips over the head and swirl my tongue all along its length. I'd lick the balls, and maybe the asshole too." "Then let me bring in a friend of mine. You don't need to know his name. All you need to do is suck him off. Let him cum in your mouth. If you swallow what he gives you, then I'll let you have an orgasm. A full orgasm with no ruined orgasm nor POT." And that was the first tine I ever met Brian. I didn't know his name then but I would before long.. He was nothing very special, average height and weight, brown hair. He hugged My Beloved and they kissed. "Is he ready?" "Oh yes,he was just telling me how ready he is. Sissy Bitch, please say hello to my lover. Usually, I satisfy him, but he has agreed to help us today. He's going to let you suck him off. Isn't that nice? I think you should thank him." I only stared so she reached out and twisted my nipple again. "Thank you." "Say it properly." A twist so strong I squirmed. "Thank you, Master, for helping us start this web site. Thank you for letting me suck your dick." "There, that's better. You should stand here." She guided him until he stood right in front of a pillow. "Alright, Sissy Bitch, let's get to work for all your fans." I knelt on the pillow and wondered if my panties could be seen as I leaned in towards him. I felt a surge in my own dick as I unbuckled his belt, unhooked the waist and drew down the zipper. Each moment, I resisted with all I had but my body moved without my mind. In my mind, I died of horror and shame at what I was going to do. In the world, I pulled down his trousers and his puffy cock hung in front of my face. Without touching it, I ducked my head and took him into my mouth. He was warm and I felt him surge a bit as my mouth surrounded him. I wiggled my tongue on his underside and he got fully hard. Slowly at first, trying to keep my teeth out of the way, I bobbed my head over his cock. He eventually started breathing as little faster. I took him in my hands and licked all over his cock. My hands slipped with spit, and his balls pulled up into his body. He started to cum when I had just the head in my mouth while my hands twisted on his shaft. He groaned and I braced for it. The first spurt about filled my mouth with the warm, viscous, salty, funky taste. I swallowed and he spasmed again in my mouth, but less this time. I sucked on his head, slowly lowering my mouth down his full length. I could get only about half his dick into my mouth. He jerked twice more. I pulled off him and showed him inside my mouth: his cum all over my tongue. I swallowed and showed him again: all gone. "Good boy," she said in that voice. I felt pleasure shiver through me. "Let's see your cock. Are you hard Sissy Bitch? Lift your skirt to show us if you're hard." I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. My cock sprang out, rock hard "This is your first, Sissy Slut, get started." I just stared. "This is your fist chance to have those orgasms I promised you. So ,get started or we can forget the prize altogether" Now?" I gasped. "In front of the camera?" Her palm landed loud and strong on my cheek. The stinging force shocked me. That really hurt. But my hands flew to my cock" one hand around my shaft and the other rubbing my balls. She lifted the hem of my skirt up to my mouth and I took it in my teeth. "When you're about to cum, I want you to tell me." It wouldn't be long. I looked at the screen counter and over 9 thousand people were watching me get off. I shouted when the familiar spasms started at the base of eh shaft. She held her hands out in a bowl and I came into that bowl. Stream after stream into her hands. By the time I stopped, she had a puddle in the palm of her hand. She came to stand next to me and for a second I thought she was going to make me eat my own cum. But she didn't; she rubbed it into my face instead, smearing it all about. She pushed me down to face the camera. "Say thank you and good bye Sissy Slut." A large glop of semen slid down the side of my nose. "Thank you for watching and good bye." That's what we werew hear for today. My Beloved Auntie For Josephine * Aunt Josephine was a handsome woman in her late thirties whom I had adored from as far back as I could remember. She was a huge woman, over six feet and solidly built with a figure that was remarkable for a woman of her size. She had jet-black luxurious hair that reached her waist. Her face was nearly round, with a full nose and lips and big round eyes that made you uncomfortable anytime she turned them on you. They were eyes that held a lot of dark secrets. My family didn't trust her but I didn't care. We shared a tight, intimate relationship, which was unbreakable. What I cherished most about her was the way she fussed over me anytime I came to stay with her. As from the moment she set her lovely eyes on me she would first engulf me in a bear hug that would nearly cut of air-circulation but I didn't mind since she was so soft. Then she would force me to lie back while she ran around to prepare me a hot meal. She would even set up a hot bath for me. Yes, she really treated me like royalty. And which horny 18 year old wouldn't want that kind of relationship with his hot aunt? The most likely reason for our closeness was the fact that I was probably the only person who understood her and she was the only person who understood me. Aunt Josephine was a nymphomaniac, so much so that her craving for flesh had alienated her from the rest of her family. It was not that she was promiscuous. It was just that she enjoyed sex enormously and that she could not just get enough of it. It was her only sin. She loved to experiment with all types of men (and women) from all social classes, ethnic groups and temperaments. She was conscious of her own sexuality and totally at ease with it. She felt sex was something that should happen naturally without all the red tape that came with it. So as a result she became a serial dater of so many interesting specimens of mankind. Less approving members of the society called her a harlot. I felt she was just trying to be herself. If there was anything I hated in this world it was hypocrisy. Aunt Josephine certainly wasn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy is the only evil that walks the earth, invisible to all but God alone. John Milton said that. I had met many of her lovers, was even quite friendly with a number of them. They were usually unnerved whenever they met me at her house for the first time but later got used to me when I apparently meant no harm. I remembered with a smile the first time that I had caught her literally with her pants down. That was two years ago. Then I was spending the summer holidays in her house. Aunt Josephine was a business woman who was rarely at home and she had given me the key. I had gone for a morning game of basketball and was anticipating a cold shower as I opened the front door. As I stepped inside the warm interior I immediately knew that something was going on. There was a subtle change in the atmosphere of the house. Every house has its own atmosphere and I can detect changes in the atmosphere like I am a human Barometer. I went to look for my aunt. I didn't bother to call out her name. I didn't like yelling in quiet places. She wasn't on the ground floor so I silently went up the stairs. I had barely touched the landing when I heard noises: soft moans, grunts and the squeaks of bedsprings. I didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what was going on. I wanted to turn back and head downstairs but I couldn't resist a peek. Who could? So I went to her bedroom and tentatively put my head round the open doorway. What I saw would remain in my fantasies for the rest of my life. A huge hunk of a man was banging the daylights out of my auntie. Both were completely naked, sweat ran off their bodies and soaked the bed sheets. He had her eagle-spread and he was pumping her like his life depended on it. She was staring sightlessly in my direction, her huge eyes blinded by extreme pleasure. The scene was so raw, so bestial and yet so touching that I was frozen to the spot. Suddenly her eyes focused and she perceived my presence. A look of mild apprehension muddled the otherwise blissful expression on her face. I waved reassuringly to her and left. Moments later the couple came downstairs fully dressed. The hunk was startled to see me but Aunt Josephine quickly made introductions. After he left she expected my demeanor to change towards her. On the contrary, I behaved as if I had caught them both playing chess. She was grateful for that and since then she didn't bother hiding her extra curricular activities from me. We became so close that any outsider watching our interaction would swear we were sleeping together. But such a dangerous undercurrent of lust, if unchecked, will eventually explode to the surface like molten lava bursting from a fissure and lead to forbidden sin. This was a fortnight later on a particularly chilly night. It had rained heavily and after the downpour came intense cold. I had already retired to my room when I heard a tentative knock on my door. "Come in." Aunt Josephine opened the door and came in a little way. She was wearing a transparent pink nightdress that was barely decent. Her black bra that was having difficulty in containing her magnificent breasts was very evident. So were the slim black panties. She smelt of soap. "Please come over to my room for a moment. I just saw one big bloody rodent gallivanting around my bed." "My goodness!" I exclaimed, unable to take my eyes of her body, "Let me take a look." We treaded over the floorboards to her bedroom. The tension between us could be cut with a knife. Thunder crashed outside and the rain lashed relentlessly against the windows. It was a perfect night . Aunt Josephine stood near the door while I made a thorough search of her room. Either the rat had evaporated into thin air or it was a master in the art of concealment. Or it didn't exist. "I can't find it" I said finally. "But I saw it!" complained Aunt Josephine "It will probably come out and take a nip at me while I'm tucked up in bed." I smiled and shook my head. "Okay, this is what I'll do. I'll sleep in here with you and if this creature rears it ugly head again I'll nail it." "You'll do that for me?" she said with a grateful smile. "Yes." "Thanks. The only thing is that I'm rather big. Are you sure my bed can fit the two of us?" "No problem. I'll sleep on the floor." "No, don't do that" she cried indignantly "We can share the bed. Anyway, this is a cold night and we could do with some bodily warmth. It beats central heating any day!" I wondered idly whether she knew the implication of her statement. She climbed into bed and I followed suit. She was right: the bed was a tight fit for us. She was backing me and her immense buttocks were pressed against my stomach. The heat from her flesh permeated through the nightdress and soaked me up. I felt an immediate reaction in my lower region and my body pressed against her as well. She didn't seem to mind. I didn't either. "Are you comfortable, Darling? She cooed. She always called me that. "Why don't you smuggle in a bit further? I don't want you falling off the edge." "Don't worry; I'm not likely to drop off." I realized the double meaning of my words and I chuckled silently. Well I didn't drop off. Three hours later and my eyes were still fully open. My heart was hammering loudly in my ribcage and I knew she could feel it against her back. And she could also feel something else... Suddenly she moaned and turned around to face me. Her eyes were still closed as if she were asleep. I could bet she was just pretending. Who could sleep with all that sexual tension in the air? Our noses were barely inches apart. If I leaned my head forward a little I could kiss her on those juicy lips. I entertained that thought in my mind and it only served to arouse me further. My arms were around her for support and I cuddled her closer. Her huge breasts cushioned my chest. I could feel the stiff nipples through the ridiculously fragile fabric of her nightdress. A soft musk scented the air. The scent you perceive when a woman's honey pot starts to melt. I bent my head forward and delicately rubbed the tip of my nose against hers. Then I gently, almost imperceptibly placed my lips on her mouth. My goodness! They were so soft. I badly wanted to suck those lips but I was scared silly. I delicately increased the pressure of the kiss. She still didn't open her eyes even though our faces were pressed against each other. I was breathing in her every breath. I could feel her huge breasts heaving against my chest. My body had stiffened so much that I was evidently prodding her. I slowly shifted my hands until they rested on her immense buttocks. I tried to reach for the soft underside but her bum was too big. I had to settle with gently rubbing the parts I could reach. When I got tired of that I stuck my hand under the nightgown and climbed her back till I reached the hooks of her bra. I easily unhooked it with one hand. I felt added pressure on my chest as her breasts were released. Suddenly she opened her mouth to make a soft moan and our lips interlocked. I expected her eyes to open but they didn't. I slowly sucked her lower lip. Her lips responded latently as if she was still asleep and was probably dreaming the sensation of being kissed. My tongue snaked into her mouth and found hers. I started to suck her tongue. We kissed for a long time. Her eyes remained closed but we drank each others saliva like fine wine. She suddenly shifted her head away from me with an exhausted gasp. When I tried to reclaim her lips she turned her head away again. I abandoned all caution as I shifted down her body until my head lay between those magnificent globes. It fitted in snugly. I stuck out my tongue and softly licked the cleft between the soft mounds of flesh. I had to push my head way in to see if I could touch her chest. Her skin was covered with perspiration and sweat dribbled down her breasts and on my face. She was panting now and making soft grunts of pleasure. Grabbing a handful of her nightgown, I yanked it down. Her boobs immediately escaped and I could at last savor those taut, hard nipples. I covered one with my mouth and sucked it slowly. I had to be careful not to suffocate since my mouth was busy and the flesh of her breasts had covered my nose. The taste is indescribable. I sucked, licked and kissed her breast for a long time. I then had to turn her so she could lie on her back, that way I could have access to the other one. I shoved it in my mouth and sucked it hungrily. My auntie was moaning loudly and muttering stuff I couldn't get. I left her tits and moved lower south again. The heat coming from between her thighs felt like a blast furnace. I raised the hem of the nightgown and stuck my head underneath. I came face to face with her small black panties. I pressed my nose against it and the soaked fabric smelt wonderful. I pressed my lips against the mound and licked the material. Her juice filtered through and I tasted her. Yum! I didn't need to pull the panties off. I just drew it aside with one finger to get access to her womanhood. She was dripping wet. I covered her with my mouth and slowly drank in all the juice, sucking noisily like a spoilt child, my tongue wriggling in and out of her. This time she couldn't feign sleep, she was actually sobbing in pleasure as I licked at her most intimate parts. My hands went up to grab her boobs and I fondled and squeezed them for all they were worth. She was now rocking the bed and humping her hips against my mouth, her hands grabbing the sheets and yanking them out. I stuck my tongue in deeper, pushing it in and out like a cock. I grazed her clit with my teeth. Eventually she screamed and her thighs clamped on my head like a vise. A shudder ran through her body as she gave a loud scream and for a moment I thought my head would be snapped off. It took her a while to mellow down and I was nearly asphyxiated. She finally released my head and I gratefully gulped in air. My face was completely covered in her juices. Her cum still dribbled from the side of my mouth and down my chin. I absentmindedly licked my lips. I shifted up to face her. There was a faraway expression in her eyes that I had seen before. I smiled. "Thank you, Darling" she said softly, "That was the best time I've ever had." "Anything for you, Aunt Josephine." "I should be feeling terrible but I don't. Does that make me a bad person?" "No, it doesn't. You're the best aunt ever. I wouldn't have you any other way. I don't care what anyone says." "Thank you, Darling. You make me happy." There were tears in her eyes. I leaned forward to kiss her passionately on the lips. "The night still young" I said. "That's true" she said as her hand reached down to touch me in between the legs, "Now stay still. Auntie wants to repay you back big time..." I really want to thank that rat, real or imagined. Without the little bugger I would never have tasted heaven. My Beloved Ch. 02 "Start the camera." She was using The Voice and I had no choice. The camera was carefully set to include the bed and the wall behind it. We were making our second film for our website Sissy Slave. This film included both My Beloved and her lover Phineas. We stood in a line in front of the camera. Almost immediately, I heard the "ping" of new people entering the site to watch. My Beloved had been advertising this live event for a week now. "Now look at the camera and undress." I had learned not to hesitate. I turned to face the camera and reached for my belt buckle. My Beloved on one side and Phineas on the other. Dropping my trousers did not reveal my panties. They were a sexy dark purple with lace trim around the waist and leg openings. When I took off my shirt, however, I stood between My Beloved and Phineas wearing only these panties. I could see the counter now and saw it at 207. Phineas asked My Beloved if he could touch my ass. He said he wanted to see if my ass felt any different from hers. Of course, My Beloved said yes. I still faced the camera and Phineas rubbed, palmed it and squeezed my ass. His touch enflamed and engorged me. The counter now went over eight hundred. Eight hundred people watched my humiliation as my cock surged erect, clearly visible behind the thin material of my panty. "Oh, look Sissy Boy, you got hard, didn't you? Huh? Did you like having Phineas rub your ass? Hummmm? Answer me." "Yes," I murmured, blushing bright red. Phineas continued to run his hand over my ass and my hard on strained against my panty. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you." "Yes." "Answer properly, Sissy Bitch." "My Beloved, yes, I enjoy having Mr. Phineas touch my ass." "Well then, why don't you tell him? Why don't you tell him that you like having him touch you." I just hung my head in shame. The counter continued to rise. "What's the matter, Sissy Bitch? Don't want to talk to Phineas? Don't want to tell him how much you like having his hand on your ass?" I shook my head no. "But does what you want matter? Huummm? Answer me." "No." "Properly. Bitch." "My Beloved, what I want does not matter." "What does matter?" Phineas' hand slipped between my legs and grazed the back of my balls. A spasm of precum appeared on my panty. "My Beloved, only what you want matters." "That's right. So, thank him. Properly." In front of over a thousand people now, I blushed and said "Mr. Phineas, thank you for touching my ass. It feels good when you touch it." My Beloved laughed. "Very good, Sissy Bitch,, Now undress me." She turned to face Phineas and I stood behind her, reaching around to the buttons of her blouse. Phineas stared and smiled as I removed each piece, carefully folding it and laying it in the chair. When I removed her bra, he began to caress her and kiss her. Fortunately, her skirt zipped at the back so it was easy to lower down. Her panties followed, and she stood naked before him. He stepped back to look. Without having to be told, I moved around behind Phineas and began to unbutton his shirt.. It was harder to unbuckle his trousers since he was pressed up against her again. I could feel the hardness of his erection as I lowered the zipper. When I slide his boxers down, his cock sprang up against My Beloved's pussy. She laughed. She made me lie down on the bed and then she straddled my face as though we were going to 69. She even touched my hard on, gently with her fingers but each touch was a jolt of pleasure. Her pussy was directly over my mouth. "Lick me, Sissy Bitch. Get me wet and wide for Phineas." I began to run my tongue along her pussy and flicked towards her clit, just as she had taught me to. Then, I felt the bed move as Phinease knelt behind My Beloved. Instead of entering her, he ran the tip of his cock along her pussy, which was also right across my face. I licked him too. "Okay Sissy Bitch, guide him into me, using only your tongue." It took some fumbling, which My Beloved seemed to enjoy, before I got his cock aimed right. He slid into her easily, and soon I was watching him sliding and out, fucking My Beloved inches in front of my face. "Keep licking, Bitch." My beloved began to pant and Phineas had started moving in and out faster and herder. His balls slapped against my chin. And then the heavens opened up and streamed pleasure down on me. My Beloved had pulled down my panty and slid me into her mouth. Huge waves of pleasure ripped through me. I flailed about and redoubled my efforts between her legs. Then as suddenly as it had begun, her mouth was gone and I'd been tucked back into my panty. And then she slapped my nuts. Hard. I shouted. "Keep licking, Bitch." And she slapped me again. What had so recently flooded my body with pleasure now radiated pain. I put my lips where my mouth touched both her clit and his cock. Phineas' balls had pulled up into his body so I knew he was close. And she rubbed her palms across my cock and the pleasure was back. She stroked me while Phineas started ramming into her, with me still sucking and licking. As soon as Phineas began to come into her, she started slapping my balls again. Over and over, while Phineas poured his cum into her. I thought I would go mad, shouting and licking. She stopped slapping me while Phineas slid out of her, restng his cock across my face. I licked it again to taste their combined funk. Finally, he pulled away and got off the bed. "I haven't come yet, Sissy Bitch" and My Beloved lowered her full pussy down onto my mouth. I started to lick her clit again when the first of Phineas's cum slipped out and into my mouth. My beloved began to moan again and trace her fingers over my hard on. It felt so good that I moaned myself. Then she slapped me again, in the nuts, over and over while my tongue slid against her clit. She screamed while she came, rubbing herself wildly across my face, and slapping my balls. When she was done cumming, she rolled off me and stood up. Both she and Phineas looked down on me, lying on the bed. My face was covered with cum and my cock still arched against my panty, now somewhat askew. I slowly became aware of the pinging of the web site's counter. The camera was still on. "You're not going to let him cum?" "Nope." He smiled and started rubbing her breasts. "This is one fine woman," he said to me. "Yes, I know." "Answer him properly, Sissy Bitch." "Mr. Phineas, I know that My Beloved is a fine woman." "But you don't fuck her? Why don't you?" My beloved snuggled up a little bit, making it easier for his hands to run all over her body, and smiled. "She won't let me." "Why not?" "She says that I can't satisfy her." "But I can." "Yes, I know." "Answer him properly, Bitch." My shame, me desire, them touching, the sound of The Voice; all of it swirled in my mind and I began to cry. "I'm sorry. Mr. Phineas, I know you can satisfy My Beloved better than I can." "Thank him, Sissy Bitch." With tears running down my face, I said "Mr. Phineas, thank you for pleasing My Beloved since I cannot give her pleasure." My Beloved laughed and told me to turn off the camera. My Beloved Jenna Goes Bonkers On Me Early in the relationship, Jenna and I, in full-on love and lust, and both of us being extremely horny switches, wrote up a contract stating that each of us is allowed to do whatever he or she wants to the other person, regardless of whether there is consent. In other words, the contract established consent to have one's future non-consent be ignorable. The contract went on to list some "case illustrations". Jenna, who has always had rape fantasies, inserted language into the contract, stating, "Without excluding anything else, and only by way of illustration, I hereby allow Michael to rape me whenever he so pleases. I understand that I am abandoning any moral or legal rights I might otherwise have had to object to said rape". For my part, I included a case illustration stating, "Without excluding other acts, and only by way of example, Jenna is allowed to tie me down and fuck me with a strap-on, and/or allow men to fuck me. She is allowed to use any means necessary to do this, if she so wishes. She is allowed to use a camera to record any such intimate acts, without limitation. Finally, she is allowed to be a total bitch if she wants to, and blackmail me, if she chooses to, into doing anything she desires." I also added a "signing statement", just to be coquettish, which read "I hope that Jenna will frequently sit on my face with her big, curvaceous, fleshy, slightly over-sized, ass, and order me to lick her anus. I love worshipping her anus, and enjoy the contrast between the favors I do to her anus with my tongue and the extreme abuse that I hope she will do to MY anus, but has not yet done. (Hint, hint.) This attitude of mine, though, will not preclude me from raping the bejesus out of her if I happen to be in the mood. I love you, Jenna, my sexy angel. And I'm going to rape you." We had this document notarized. (The notary was a handsome twenty-something man; he got a full-on triangle-shaped tent in his pants as he was reading the document. I had a hard time not unzipping his pants and putting his dick in my mouth.) After notarizing, we placed copies of the document into separate safety deposit boxes at the bank, then walked home holding hands and kissing each other off and on, fully in love. Then, at one point, Jenna, feeling especially animalistic, quickly darted behind me and pantsed me. That's right, she pulled down my shorts and boxers all the way to my ankles, in one deft movement. Before I could pull my shorts back up, she had also smacked my ass several times. There were throngs of soccer fans on the sidewalk on their way home or to bars after a game, and ... I can't even describe it fully, but suffice it to say that there was a lot of hooting and commenting, and one hooligan shouted, "Let me have that ass!" from the other side of the street. After getting home, Jenna and I were so overloaded with horniness that we didn't even know what to do with each other, so we ended up having standard, but great, missionary sex. We then fell asleep tangled up in each other. In the morning, as I was brushing my teeth, Jenna sweetly kissed my neck and playfully swatted my ass. "I bet you got excited when those guys on the street saw your bare ass. I bet you wanted them to fuck you right in the ass." "No, I didn't," I lied. "And by the way I'm going to violate you hard this evening." "I bet you won't." "Why not?" "Because you're not that way. You like the idea of dominating me, but what you like even more is your fantasy of being sissified. You're just not the kind of man who would take control of me, even after I gave you permission to do it. It's just the way you are. You want to be dominated more than anything." She was now sort of pivoting back and forth behind me, deliberately rubbing her awesome, bulbous tits across my back, left to right, right to left. I could even smell the scent of her tits. They have their own particular scent, I've found, which is just as great, and slightly, identifiably different, than the rest of her body. I really should pay more attention to Jenna's tits, come to think of it. (It's hard to, though, when you're constantly distracted by her mesmerizing face and ass, sometimes even having your face sat on.) "I'm telling you, Jenna, you're wrong about that and you're going to get it tonight." "Think what you want," she said, while stroking my buttocks, "but tonight is not going to go well for you at all. Not at all." She then shoved her middle finger up my ass and grasped my hard cock with her other hand. "Get used to this", she said as she pistoned now two fingers in and out of my ass. "You will no longer be in control, ever. The contract gives you just as much power as it gives me, but we both know you're not going to use that power. You're going to let me turn you into a sissy and a pussy. I'm going to enjoy humiliating you, and it'll be convenient for me as well, knowing I can order you to do whatever I want. Every weekend I'll have you on your hands and knees cleaning the floor." She was gripping my dick really hard, and now with her other hand had jammed a third finger up my ass. "You will be spending a lot of time cleaning the floor. A LOT OF TIME." Hard squeeze to my dick and an upward tug on my anus. "And every time I walk by I'll give you a little swat on the ass to remind you that I love you!" "That's some big talk for a girl who's 5-foot-four and nowhere near as strong as I am," I said. "Well, we'll just have to wait and see who's right and who's wrong. And I'm telling you, what's going to be done to you tonight is going to be very wrong." She was already dressed and ready to go to work, so she slapped my ass one last time and said, "And from now on I'm not going to let you lick my ass unless you beg for it." Then she walked out the door. At work, as you can guess, I got almost nothing done, as I was thinking about Jenna the whole time. Would she really not sit on my face anymore unless I begged? I love it so much; it was horrible to think that she might deny me that pleasure. I wasn't worried about her other threats, though. I was going to rape her tonight, and I was going to rape her all the way around - in vagina, anus, and mouth, in that order. I got excited thinking about this, and my pre-cum soaked through my boxers into the front of my khakis. I then sent Jenna a text that said, "Is my bitch having a good day? Love, M". She didn't reply. My plan when I got home was to grab some rope from the closet and then tackle Jenna onto the bed face-down, then tying her up in some clumsy but workable way and raping the shit out of her. What happened was very different, as Jenna had indeed promised. In the living room was a large man in a ski mask, sitting on the couch. I panicked and turned around, but another masked man emerged from around the corner of the hallway. In short I was trapped, and submitted compliantly. It happened very fast and efficiently, the two masked men securing me to the kitchen table, ankles tied to the base of the table legs, wrists tied over the table and down to the far table legs. I was about to get fucked up the ass for the first time. I was about to be made gay. You might hear and read talk about how certain things don't make you gay if what you like is women, but the reality is that what is said in prison seems to be the understood truth: If you suck another man's dick or take it up the ass, that makes you gay. The perpetrator is not made gay by this act; only the victim is. This is how it is always perceived, and therefore, unfortunately for me and my soon-to-be-sore mouth and asshole, it is true. It shouldn't be true, but it just is. Jenna had only let me use small buttplugs and small dildos, saying that she didn't want my ass to get too stretched out for when a man fucked me. I had shrugged that off before as nonsense, but now it was about to happen. And, she had managed to find a guy - this first guy who was now showing me his giant manhood - with exactly the kind of dick I had told her I fantasized about, namely, big, long, and increasing in girth toward the base. The idea of that extra width at the base, causing a jolt of extra stretch-abuse right at the deepest part of the thrust, really turned me on, I had told her. Well, yeah, this guy's dick would certainly do that. Jenna, who had now appeared in the room, walked up in front of me and held a pair of adult diapers in front of my face. "You will probably need diapers for a day or two after the royal ass-fucking you're going to get tonight", she said. She then turned back to me and said, "I'm sorry to be so mean to you, honey. Would you like to lie on our bed and have me sit on your face?" "Yes, honey! Please!" "Not gonna happen," she said, her face changing back to stern, condescending, mocking. In her hand was a baby carrot with tomato-basil hummus on it, which she had been about to eat. Instead, she forcefully shoved it past my anus and into my rectum. She then grabbed some more baby carrots from the bowl on the table and shoved all of them up my ass. "By the time these guys are done fucking you," she said, "those baby carrots will be all the way up in your stomach." By the way, who WERE these guys who were going to fuck me? "Jenna, who are these men," I asked. "You'll never know," she answered. "I won't tell you that tonight, and I won't tell you ever. But they are people that you know, at least casually. That's the real kicker of your situation: You will always have to walk around not knowing whether the person you're talking to might have emasculated you in the past by fucking that sissy ass of yours. You might be talking to someone in the building or in the neighborhood, and wonder why the man is smirking at you. It could be because he fucked you, or it could be just because you're a sissy and people can sense that. But you'll never know. Ever." "Have I mentioned," she continued, that your body hair will have to be shaved, and that you will have to dress as a woman?" I didn't answer, and she slapped me hard across the face. She was strong for her relatively small size, and it hurt. "Well, that is indeed the case. You will be shaved, and you will dress as a woman. Your head must be spinning, so I don't know whether you've asked yourself yet, 'Does she mean for just a little while?' The answer is no, not for just a little while. You will be required to dress like a woman for the rest of your life. If you're going to be fucked like a woman, and you certainly are, then you will need to dress like one, and that is that." She then shoved several more baby carrots up my ass, along with something that felt like broccoli or cauliflower. "Michael," she said. "Michael. It's important that I remind you that I love you. I love you even though you're a total pussy who fantasizes about being fucked up the ass by men, and who loves to lick his girlfriend's asshole. I wouldn't do any of this to you if I didn't love you. And, in case you were worried, I promise that I won't subject you to hormone therapy or anything like that. I want your balls and hormones the way they are, because that will mean you'll still be you, and it will mean constant sexual frustration for you as you're dominated day in and day out. It will be so great, and I'll be so proud of you. You'll be wearing a skirt every day, taking it up the ass every day, and being such a good sport about it. I love you so much." I loved her, too. I wanted to hug her. She could sense this, and ran her fingers through my hair back and forth. She pressed her crotch against my face, allowing me to smell her cunny just briefly. "Wait!" said Jenna, just as the first masked man was positioning his dick in my ass-crack. "We have to paddle him first! He always begs me to paddle him, but I never have, because I wanted to wait for a moment like this." She showed me the heavy wooden paddle that I had bought several months ago and asked her to use on me. "Do you want me to paddle you?" she asked. "Does the little baby sissy girl need a paddling? I think my little boy-girl needs a hard, woodshed paddling!" She went around the table and whispered something to one of the men, who then went to the front of the kitchen and switched on the... yup, there was a camera there, and he was switching it on. "There's another camera behind you," Jenna helpfully informed me. We'll have video of your ass getting abused, and video of your face as it all happens, to be turned into a lovely split-screen video document for me to hold over you forever." Jenna commenced paddling me, and I instantly regretted having purchased the meanest, heaviest paddle in the shop. I couldn't recover from each heavy thwack before the next one happened, so that I was soon crying and begging for her to stop. "Would you like to be fucked up your sissy ass instead?" Jenna asked. I could feel my legs trembling against the table, and couldn't form words. "I'll take your silence to mean," said Jenna, "that you want twenty more blows of the paddle, and then you want each of these two men to fuck you like the woman you want to be and are about to become". Again I couldn't speak, and twenty more blows of the paddle crashed onto my now likely purple-bruised buttocks. Then the gang-rape started, which also involved intermittent forced cock-sucking. I won't go into too much detail about all of this, other than to make the following observations: 1) I hadn't realized how thick a guy's penis can be. These guys were VERY thick, to the point that it was hard to even get my lips around them without having my teeth touch the shaft, which I knew was a no-no and could get me paddled again. 2) The first guy, the guy who deflowered me, did a very cruel thing. He positioned the head of his dick at my asshole, grabbed my hips, paused for maybe ten seconds, and then violently thrust the whole length and girth of his dick right up my ass in one motion. It was extremely painful, and I heard Jenna say, "That wasn't very nice! You're being such a bully! Be more gentle; he's my sweet little sissy-boy!" The guy kept up a fast, violent pace, though, and soon Jenna said, "Actually that's really hot the way you're pumping his ass so hard - keep it up! Give it to him harder if you can!" The ass-fucking went on for an eternity, and left me in a daze. Obviously the men made me suck their dicks after each fucking, as I understand is the norm in these situations, so there was that extra humiliation as well but I was too exhausted and broken to put up any fuss. I don't even know how to describe the condition my ass was in at the end of this experience. The baby carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower were presumably somewhere in the upper reaches of the intestinal tract. The lower reaches were sore, aching, and leaking ejaculate. I was unable to close my anus, and could feel cool air entering through it into my rectum. Jenna untied me and put a diaper on me. "You'll definitely need that!" she said. "Who will change me," I asked. "I will change you, my dear. Of COURSE I will be the one who changes your diaper. It will be unpleasant for me, but I love you and it needs to be me who does such an intimate task." I was unable to sit without pain for over a week, during which time, in the mornings and evenings at home, Jenna took delight in swatting my sore buttocks at every chance. She did let me lick her asshole again, but the new rules were that, for each time she let me do that, I was signing up for an ass-fucking in the near future either by her new huge strap-on or by an anonymous, well-endowed man. I couldn't get enough of her sitting on my face, so I kept begging for it - and getting it - in an endless, painful, humiliating, loving cycle. -------- The most humiliating event in that early period of Jenna's total domination of me was a visit to the doctor for a routine physical. Jenna had made the appointment for me, with a new general practitioner whose name she didn't bother to tell me. I didn't dare ask why she switched me away from my previous g.p., and agreed to the appointment, which Jenna said she'd sit in on with me. As Jenna drove me to the appointment I still didn't know who the doctor was, but when we pulled into the clinic I knew all too well. I was about to have a physical exam given to me by my ex-girlfriend, a doctor named Samantha. I had broken up with Samantha shortly before meeting Jenna, and the breakup didn't go well - she had thrown shoes and other things at me as I was moving my stuff out of her house. I had never told Samantha about my kinks and perversions; we had had pretty good sex, but it was always vanilla. I had been too scared to let her in on my fantasies, out of fear that she would disapprove. Now, I could only imagine that Jenna had befriended Sam and had told Sam about my secrets. In fact, I had overheard part of a phone conversation recently that was probably that very conversation. What I had heard was "... takes it up the ass every day", "... have him wearing a skirt!", "... beat his ass with a rod the other day"; and, finally, "Thanks Sam! See you soon!" At the time, I didn't make the connection - I assumed "Sam" was probably some well-hung man that Jenna was going to invite over to pound my ass. But now it all made sense. Too much sense. I sat in the waiting room, wearing a short denim skirt, Jenna sitting next to me and holding my hand. The receptionist look at me and air-kissed me, adding a smile and a wink. So even the receptionist knew??? WTF! ... The ensuing wave of humiliation gave me butterflies in my stomach, and caused my penis to throb up against my tight skirt. I looked pleadingly at Jenna as if to say, "This is too humiliating! It's humiliation overload!". She met my gaze evenly and smirked, unblinking, as if to say, "You will deal with it, and I'll enjoy seeing you humiliated". She did squeeze my hand, which helped slightly. The receptionist walked over to me and handed me a clipboard with a double-sided questionnaire on it. "Please fill this out and return it to me when you are finished," she said, and patted me on the head. "We need this for your medical file." The questionnaire was, too put it mildly, not exactly "standard", though it WAS technically clinical. Just a few of the questions were: * "Have you ever had receptive oral and/or anal sex with a man?" [YES NO] * "If you have had receptive oral sex with a man, did you swallow the man's ejaculate?" [YES NO] * "If you have had receptive oral and/or anal sex with a man, did you enjoy it? [YES NO] * If you answered YES to the previous question, would you like us to provide you with psychological counseling so that we may uncover the root causes of your pathological submissiveness?" The final question was standard: "If you are in any physical pain or discomfort today, please describe the pain or discomfort in the space below." I figured I should be honest on this one, since my "discomfort" was probably already known to the doctor after Jenna had briefed her on the situation. I didn't want to get in trouble for lying, so I replied honestly: "My buttocks are sore from my girlfriend beating me with a wooden dowel. Also, my anus is sore because last night Jenna invited our apartment manager over to sodomize me. I would appreciate it if you could give me some kind of soothing cream for my anus." I returned the form to the receptionist, sat back down, and waited, with Jenna stroking my back and occasionally whispering indelicate words and phrases into my ear. Finally a large, burly, female doctor's assistant entered the waiting room and called my name, beckoning me and Jenna to follow her down the hall. She measured my height and weight, and, somewhat unprofessionally, I thought, said, "Just the right amount of padding!", while lightly cupping my ass cheeks.