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Little Sex Toy Ch. 01

By: keptsissy



Rough sex with a big strong man is something I'd always fantasized about. Ever since I can remember masturbating I'd think about being made to do things, dirty things for a man. I thought about being spanked, made to perform for a man, one that wasn't mean but very dominant, somewhat cruel and unusual but not terrifying. I had the fantasy in my head often. 

I dated girls, had sex with several of them but never cared for that as much as I did thinking about being taken by a man. When I was with a girl I remember thinking that I wanted to be the girl, wanted to be the one on the bottom. I probably projected that to any man that would want to take advantage of a closet sissy like me. I didn't got out of my way to do that but I'm sure it showed if the right guy paid attention.

I never approached men, was afraid to. I certainly didn't want to admit to being a gay sissy, or be outed. But when I saw or met a man that appealed to me he'd become my masturbation central fantasy. And I would smile, talk very polite to them. And I had several that fit that fantasy for me. One was a very big working class type in the warehouse where I worked in the up front office. I'd always smile at him. Went out of my way to do that, and would jack off thinking about almost daily.

And then it happened.

It was after a work related party. We were in the parking lot. I was sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He was the warehouse foremen, the one I thought about, he was giving me a ride to the bar. I asked him to. I never thought in a million years that he was gay. I just wanted to be closer to him. 

A bunch of us were going to a bar after the party and I asked if I could ride with him. I didn't really know him but had seen him before many times at work. He was the one! He was the guy I thought about more than any other, I'd cum all over the floor thinking about being with him. And he always seemed to pay extra attention, went out of his way to talk to me when he got the chance to at work. I thought nothing of it when said that, yes I should ride with him, when he opened the car door for me. I got into his car and he stared down at me for a moment, smiled and then closed the car door. 

We sat with his car idling, thought he was just warming up the engine before driving along to meet the others. I remember seeing several girls wave to us as they got into their car and drove off to the after-party. We sat there until almost everyone had left the lot.

"Take off your pants." He stared at me, just said it outright.

I didn't believe what I was hearing. Even though I'd thought about him reality was a completely different matter. I felt total fear, felt very afraid and wanted to jump from his car.

"What?" I looked at him.

"Take off your pants, now. Just do it." He turned on the seat toward me. I reached for the door handle. I felt him take my arm with his left hand and the back of my hair with his right hand.

"Take off your pants. Pull them down and take them all the way off." I felt his hand close on my arm so hard it hurt. He was bruising me. I cried out.

That's when he slapped my face. Slapped me twice, he looked into my face.

"Don't make me do it for you, take off your pants." He smiled, up close to my face. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes start to run down my cheeks. He ran this index finger down my cheek. "I want to see you. Now do it, take off your pants. You know you want to. You know you're a teasing little bitch. We both know that. Now take off your pants."

I looked away from him, saw the last of the cars leave the parking lot as I undid my pants and slipped them down. He was right. I felt like I wanted to. Felt terrified and almost sick to my stomach too, I'd never done anything like this before. 

I raised my rear end up off the seat, remember feeling the cold leather as I sat back down, and felt my underwear against the cold seat, slipping my pants down over my knees and then down over my ankles. He sat back into his seat and watched as I did what he wanted. I felt soft tears run down my cheek.

"Underpants too, princess." He stared at me, smiling. "Come on, do it." 

I really started to cry, had never been so intimidated. I cried hard. I felt shame, submissive, felt like I couldn't say 'no'. I did as he said, slipped my underwear off and sat back down naked and exposed on his car seat. 

I sat there in his car. My pants and underwear on his car floor, shoes still on. He looked at me. Leaning over he looked at me and inspected me. I felt my face turn bright red, felt the tears burn on my cheeks where he slapped me. He took his time looking at me.

"I thought so. You're like a little boy." He reached over and took my pubic hair in his fist, pulled it up such that my rear rose up off of the seat.

I cried out, felt his right hand go under my rear and between the seat as he released me. I felt myself sit back down on his hand. 

"I want all that gone, shaved clean, next time I see you exposed like this you'll be baby smooth. Are we clear?" I felt his fingers move up between the cheeks of my rear, his hand pushed back against the seat. He slapped my face again. "Clear?"

I started to sob, "yes, yes...please". 

"Shsssss, be still." I felt him start to feel my left cheek, squeeze it in his large hand, felt his fingertips brush against my hole. I sat and cried softly as he felt me. His other hand moved to my penis, his finger moving around it in a small circle. As he did that I felt myself start to get semi hard. I looked out the window. So afraid that someone would see me doing this, I cried softly.

"We're going to the party at the bar. Don't worry, you can put your pants back on for that." He laughed so loud it scared me. 

"Now listen carefully, don't speak. Say a word and I'll slap you again. Real hard." I started to cry even harder. I just looked down at my exposed little penis. I went completely soft, saw my penis now covered in my dripping tears. His index finger kept moving around my soft little thing, moving slowly. "I like this soft better than semi hard. It suits you." I felt the middle finger of his other hand probe up between my cheeks as he said that, just brushing against my tight little hole. 

"I know you're a sissy. I've watched you at work. Several of the women at work even think you're a sissy. Believe me, they do. We've talked. I actually like that. I like sissies like you." I felt his left hand move away from my soft penis and start to pet the side of my face. "I like turning a man into a little sissy boy, like having a little bitch to play with. You want me to stop? Just say it, say 'I'm not a sissy bitch, I'm not a little faggot boy', say it. I dare you."

I said nothing. Just looked out the car window and felt my tears flow softly. I was really crying.

He leaned up close, an inch from my ear. "I'm going to guide you. All you have to do is what you're told. Clear? Answer me."

"Oh yes, yes...please don't hit me again, please..." I looked up at him, fear and tears all over my face. I stared into his eyes. He just smiled back. He pulled his hand out from under my rear, sat back in his seat.

"You have a very cute and tight little rear end. I like that too, can get that butt in one hand." He undid his pants, just enough to pull the top of his underwear down below his cock. He was rock hard. It jumped out from his underwear. He held it straight up for me to see. He was huge. 

He stared at me. "Well?" I felt his hand go to the back of my head and push me gently to him. I saw him survey the parking lot as he did that. We were alone in his car.

I didn't hesitate. I did everything he wanted me to do. I sucked him for at least half an hour and let him cum in my mouth. It was the first time I ever did that. I'd never been with a man before. As I did it for him in the front seat of his car I felt like I wanted it not to end, felt like I was doing what I should be doing. I felt dirty, felt like a submissive whore. I also felt his hand on the back of my head the whole time I sucked him, felt him petting me, holding by my hair moving me up and down on his cock. Felt his other hand pat my naked rear end, remind me of my nakedness in front of him. He brushed his fingers up and down the crack of my rear as I serviced him.

When he came I started to pull away slightly. The taste of him all over the inside of my mouth, the sudden spurt, he held my head with both hands. As he came in huge spurts he just sat still, didn't move as I did my best to swallow. 

He used his hands to move my head up and down on him, held me tightly in place, one hand up under my chin. He filled my mouth. When he finished he patted my ass, ran his hand over it and then slapped it hard. He went almost completely soft and then lifted my head and mouth up off of him. He was huge even semi erect.

After I finished I sat back up in my seat quickly. I was in shock, just stared out the window at the empty parking lot. I could taste him on my lips.

"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" His eyes burned through me, made me feel like crawling under the seat. He smiled, stroked my face. I said nothing.

"You'll get used to it. In fact I think you liked doing that and I think you've probably jacked off thinking about doing that before, haven't you?" He laughed softly.

I didn't answer. He moved so quickly it scared me, slapped my face hard. "Haven't you? Answer my when I ask you a question!"

"Yes, I have, yes." His cum and my tears on the side of my face, burning where he slapped me again, "Yes, please, I'll do what you want, I want to please you." I was still crying softly. My voice in panic, "I just don't want you to hurt me." 

"Put your pants back on. And remember, shaved clean and baby smooth next time. I mean your balls, your crotch, rear end, under arms, legs, all of it. If I feel any hair or stubble on you I'll not only slap you I'll use my belt on you." He reached over and petted the back of my head, felt his fingers play with my hair.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to start using you the way you should be used. You're going to be a real good boy. Next time you jack off I want you to think of me, think of me being your big strong daddy." He laughed as I started to dress. "In fact you'll probably do that after you get home tonight. You and me are going to have great times together. You'll be begging to have me visit you. Count on it."

He leaned over and opened his glove compartment door, took out some wet-wipes and dropped them into my lap. 

"You're a mess. Clean your face before we get to the bar." He put the car in gear and started to drive. I hurried to clean myself, put my pants back on. He said nothing to me all the way to the after party. We drove in silence.

When we got to the bar he parked in the lot, could see some of our coworkers leaving, going to their cars. "When we go in, go to the men's room and wash your face." That's all he said as he got out of his car. The overhead light went on and I felt myself bathed in it, felt my face still stinging where he slapped me. I could tell my face was red and could still taste him in my mouth. I hurried out of his car, hurried to the men's room.

The entire time at the bar I was in shock. Talking with the remaining people from the party, I felt as if they all knew what I'd just done. He glanced at me from time to time but ignored me the entire time we were there. I just sat in the dark bar, making polite conversation but felt completely in a semi panic, wanted nothing more than to go home and be alone.

After the last person from our employee party left the bar he sat next to me, sipped the last of his beer. He looked at me. He leaned in toward me and whispered, "Let's go princess, you have something to do. You have to go home and jack off and think about what you did for me tonight, what you're going be doing for me a lot." 

I felt fear, felt like running for the door. He laughed so loud when he said that, several other people looked over at our table from around the bar.

I followed him out of the bar and to his car. All the way back to my car he said nothing. Again, we rode in silence. When we got back to my car he pulled up next to it in our office parking lot. He reached across me, saw me flinch as he did that. He laughed. He opened my car door. 

"Did you see the shoes Mary had on at the party? Pink high heels, I think it would be nice if you had a pair of those the next time I see you, don't you, princess?" I felt him close his hand in my hair firmly.

"Yes." I just looked out the window, felt my face turn bright red. I felt helpless.

"Remember, baby smooth, soft and sissy like top to bottom, next time I see you will be at your house. That will be our playhouse for now. You'll be completely naked and in your cute little girly shoes greeting me at the front door. We'll take it from there, princess." He released my hair and ran his hand down over my shoulder and then up the side of my face. "You're going to be everything I know you want to be." I shuddered when he did that, felt goose bumps raise all over me.

"And if you don't have any yet, you may want to get some K-Y jelly, may want to get a lot of it." He again laughed loud as he looked away from me.

That's all he said as I hurried out of his car. I felt him slap my rear as I rose off the seat and started out the door. I shut his car door, quickly, watched as he drove off. 

I stood in the parking lot staring at his car tail lights as he pulled out onto the road. That was my first time serving the man that now owns me. 

He was right. I did want to be his sissy bitch. I felt my little penis stir as I thought about what I did for him, as I admitted to myself that he was right on all counts. And as I drove home I played with myself. I thought about how big he is, towers over me, strong and muscular, his huge strong hands, his big cock. His cock is at least three times as big as my little thing. I thought about sitting naked on his lap. And then I thought about French kissing him. I got hard instantly when I thought about that, ran my hand over my little thing and played with it as I drove the rest of the way home. I masturbated as soon as I walked in the door. 

The next thing I did before going to bed was take a hot shower and shave myself smooth top to bottom. First time I'd ever done that too. I took my time, thought about him as I did it. Then I masturbated again while looking at myself in front of a full length mirror in my hall. I came all over the floor, fantasized that he was watching me the whole time. I saw the sissy I'd always fantasized being staring back at me.\

Little Sex Toy Ch. 02



The only sounds in the room are his loud grunts and heavy breathing. That, and the springs of my bed, my bed board hitting the wall. My soft whimpers, soft crying and moaning are drown out by all of this. My eyes closed, I keep my face buried in the pillow in front of me.

"Uhg, Uhg...fuck, ooooh, Uhg...", he slaps against me from behind forcefully and very fast. I can feel his hairy and muscular legs against my outer thighs. He pins my legs together and that holds my rear end cheeks tightly pressed together and in place up against the sides of his huge erection. He moves in and out of my tight little hole, slaps up hard against my naked rear as he does. He slides between my slippery cheeks the full length of his cock. It feels like my bed will break and collapse onto the floor. I'm being fucked by him for the first time, fucked very hard.

If a picture were taken from the ceiling all that it would show of me are the naked and smooth backs of my legs held tight together and sticking out in the middle of his muscular and hair legs. All the picture would show are the backs of my baby smooth thighs and the soft skin behind my knees and upper calves. His large body covers the rest of me completely. All you'd see in the picture is him moving on top of me. 

His hands hold my wrists tightly, my arms bent up to my sides. I'm naked except for the pink high heel shoes I wear as he instructed me to do. His pants and underwear are down around his ankles, still has his work shoes on. His pants and the weight of his boots pin my feet down at the edge of the bed, they lay on top of the back of my heels. I'm helpless to move out from under him.

My rear is pushed up high, a pillow shoved up under my lower stomach. I feel the hairiness of his masculine crotch and balls slap up against my exposed rear end cheeks, feel him rub up against me rhythmically. I feel his still buttoned work shirt all over my back. He only removed his pants, just pulled them down to his ankles before he climbed on top of me.

"Oooo, you little bitch, you fucking little bitch...", he releases my wrists, leans up over me and takes the sides of my raised rear end cheeks in both hands. "...I knew you'd make a good fuck toy." I feel his fingers dig into me.

Holding me so tight it hurts, he cums in me. Lifting my rear up just off of the pillow and with his thumbs, spreading my cheeks apart next to the side of his hard cock, he exposes just my tight little hole. He pushes himself all the way into me. He pumps slowly, milking himself deeply into my rear end. I cry out, feels like I want to choke. He ignores me, holds his large erection all the way up into me.

And then he finishes. Pulling away and moving up on his knees, he puts his large flat hand on my back, he pushes up and off of me. I feel his cock pull out of me so quickly it hurts. I cry out, writhe on the bed. I hear him laugh.

"I know you liked that, princess. We both know you did, you fucking little whore." He steps back a few feet from the bed. "Now you have to learn do what comes next. You'll be doing this a lot."

I look back over my shoulder at him, feel my total nakedness as I look up at him. I also feel his cum up between my cheeks, feel the cool air on my naked butt as some of it starts to run out of me and onto the bed underneath me. He stares down at me. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor at his feet.

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An hour and half ago he was at my front door. I did what he told me to do, what he instructed me to do when he called. I told him I'd shaved like he told me too, told him I masturbated and thought about what he had me do for him in his car. Remember him saying, 'you are a good little, bitch'. I hated that that but said nothing. He told me he'd be at my front door at 6pm, one hour after work. Told me I was to have a very 'slippery ass', as he put it, and that I was to be naked and in hopefully the shoes he mentioned that one of the girls wore at the work-party. I was. Picked out a pair of open toe pink ankle strap 3" high heels at the local DSW at lunch time, I was three shades of red paying for them at the cash register with a line of people behind me watching. The girl at the register looked up at me and smiled, remember her quietly saying, 'did you find your right size, honey?'. She winked at me. I didn't answer her, just paid and left the store as fast as I could.

So there I was as he told me to be. I met him at my front door. Was terrified, I kept thinking I can say 'no', I can tell him I'm not going to do this. I wanted to run, felt like throwing up. And then my doorbell rang. 

He was still dressed like he does at work in the warehouse. Work shirt, work pants and heavy boots. He looked all male, all working class man, very large, strong and masculine. There was nothing effeminate about him. He was a real man's man. 

Seeing him like that, standing in my hallway, made me feel even smaller than I am, I felt very sissy-like. And in that instant I felt my little thing stir and then shrink, felt it just barely feel like it wanted to get erect but couldn't. I realized that he turned me on. I wanted this. But I was so afraid.

He didn't say a word, just stood there and smiled. My face turned bright red and I looked down toward the floor, looked down at my girl shoes. I am small, very thin and barely 5'6". And naked I look like a teenage boy. As I looked down I saw my very little 2" penis, soft and boy-like. There I was for him to see and inspect wearing only high heels. That and K-Y jelly I usually use to masturbate. I put it all over tiny hole, up high between my cheeks on my rear end.

"I'd see you in your office, suit and tie on, think to myself what you'd look like naked on your knees with my dick in your mouth." He moved toward me. "I'd think to myself, 'he's the perfect little bitch, he just doesn't know it yet' and then I'd have to make sure my hard on didn't show under my pants to the others in the warehouse. I've thought about you for a while, princess."

He moved up to me and took me by one arm. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs." I muttered, still staring at the floor. I motioned to the stairway.

He pulled me by my arm from the hall, started a walking purposefully, not fast but forceful. I could barely keep up, heard my high heels click on the wood floor as he led me to the stairs quickly. He didn't say a word, just led me upstairs.

Pulling me into my bedroom, he let go of my arm and moved to the bed. He pulled back the bedspread just enough to take a pillow and then tossed it to the center of the bed. He reached back and took my arm again, pulling me to the bed.

"Let's go, bitch, face down and lover the pillow, maybe fold it over to push that rear up high." He slapped my butt so hard, loud slap sound reverberated off my bedroom walls. I raised up onto my toes, cried out, felt a tear in one eye.

As I lay across the pillow I could hear him unbuckle his belt, heard his pants drop to the floor, then felt him put his knees on the bed fast, just outside of my legs pinning me down. I felt his entire weight on top of me from behind as I felt him reach down and take his cock in his hand, felt him move his cock around and up between my cheeks until he found my tight little hole. He was rock hard.

When he pushed into me for the first time I screamed. I screamed out loud. He didn't say anything. He pushed it in all the way. I started to pull away but could not, felt him hold me so down, felt the pillow under me block my escape, felt it keep my rear up for him. I just gave in, fell onto it and pushed my rear out to him as best I could. I thought to myself, 'I'm going to do this for him, not going to fight it.' He started to fuck me, really fuck me. 

He fucked me for over an hour. I know because I saw the clock on my bed stand.

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He stared at me as I got up off the bed, tears on my face, his cum running down the inside of my left thigh. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees in front of him. His right hand went to the back of my head, took my hair in it.

"Put it in your mouth. You're going to suck it clean after I finish fucking your ass, every time." He reached down and took me under my chin with his other hand and guided my face toward his cock. He had cum all over the hair around it, some on the top of his legs. I closed my eyes as I opened my mouth.

"That's it. That's a good boy." He held me by my hair as my mouth closed around him. I could taste my rear on him. I did not pull away. He was huge even when soft. I felt the head of it at the back of my throat.

"Now I know that can't taste good." He laughed. "But you'll not only do this every time I fuck your ass you'll learn to like it. I know you, bitch. I know how a bitch like you needs to be treated. And don't make me ask, push you down. You just get on your knees and do this. Next time I have to motion to the floor I'll use my belt on you."

He kept his cock in my mouth like that as he talked. "Clean it off, then I want you to lick it off my legs and the hair above my cock." 

I reached up and put my hands on his rear end. Cupping his cheeks with my hands I held him in place as I started to move my tongue around and over his soft cock. I wanted to please him. It surprised him.

"Ooooo, now that is an appreciative little bitch, nice. I knew you'd be a quick learner." He let go of my hair and patted my head. He put his hands on the side of his hips and watched as I cleaned his cock, balls and legs.

After I finished I looked up at him as I licked the cum off of his right leg. He pushed my head away from him as I finished. "Get a towel."

I got up and hurried to my bathroom, got a damp cloth and towel. I came back to him and kneeling in front of him washed him off and dried him. I said nothing, just ran his cock back and forth through the damp cloth. He reached down and pulled me up to my feet.

I stood up straight in front of him, his soft cock in my hand. "You hurt my little rear end but I don't care. I'll do that for you whenever you like. I think after today you know I'll be yours."

He pushed away from me. Bending down he took his pants, pulled them up and sat on the edge of my bed. "I know you will. I knew you would before today." He looked up at me.

"Make your little dick hard. Play with yourself. Be a sexy little bitch, tease me. You're gonna be mine alright but you're gonna be mine the way I want you too. Now, play for me." He stared at me coldly.

I felt so self conscious I could barely get hard. I moved my hips, running one hand down over my rear while playing with my penis. He smiled as I 'danced', tried to be sexy for him. And as I made myself hard I let myself go. I was truly getting turned on. I ran my hand around and up my legs, up the crack of my rear. I tried to be what I thought a stripper would be for the men she danced for.

"I've never down any of this before, ever." I looked at him smiling back at me. "I want to do this right for you."

"That's it. Stroke slowly, real slow. Look at that little thing, so cute. Move that ass." He leaned forward on the edge of the bed. "Put both hands on your ass, present yourself to me. Push that little dick out for me."

I stared back at him, erection sticking out in front of me using my hands to hold my cheeks tightly, pushed them toward him, my legs spread slightly.

"Keep that baby erection. You lose it and I'll spank you." He stood up and ran his hand up and over my dick. He let it flop out of his hand and then took hold of it again. I was moaning, pumping the air in front of me, tried to push it back into his hand, flexing my hips.

"Daddy, daddy...", I looked at him wanting him to fuck me again. He laughed and took out his cell phone. 

"Don't you fucking move, you stay like that, you move and I'll not only spank you I'll slap your face harder than you can imagine."

H

e took a picture of me, took several from my neck down.

Then he looked at the pictures he took. "Princess, you're better than I thought you'd be. Very cute. Don't worry, we won't show your face in any pictures. Not yet anyway." I winced when he said that, felt panic.

He stood and put his cell phone back in his pocket. He started for the door of my bedroom. "Let's go, baby. Tiny little hard on and all, move, let's go downstairs." He was laughing again as he said that.

When we got to my living room he looked at his watch. Turned to me, saw I was embarrassed and still slightly afraid of him. He smiled and then undid his belt. He saw my eyes open wide.

"Please, please, don't hit me with that, please...", I heard the panic in my voice.

"Princess, I'm not going to do that. Not today anyway." He undid his pants, pulled his zipper down. He lowered his pants and underwear and sat on my couch. "I just want you to suck me, make me cum again. I have time for a blowjob."

He watched as I went to him slowly.

"I love that mouth of yours. And I want this to be for you, show me what you can do when you take your time, when I let you suck my dick as a reward." He spread his legs, cock semi erect almost standing straight up. "Come on, baby."

I knelt and put my hands on his naked upper legs. Lowered my face to him and took him into my mouth. I heard him moan and lean back onto my couch as I looked up at him. I lowered my eyes, closed them. I did what he wanted. 

I could feel his cum all over my inner thighs and up between my naked cheeks. I felt like I was being what I'm supposed to be. I moved my head up and down him, felt him run up and over my tongue. I licked the underside of his hard cock as I slowly ran it in and out of my mouth as deeply as I could. I kept my mouth on him and pumped him to make him cum. I wanted that, wanted to jack him off with my mouth.

When he came I closed my mouth tight around him, wanted to swallow it all. He dug his fingers into my shoulders.

"Fuck! Ooooo, yes...", his hands went to the sides of my face. When he finished I felt him start to go soft in my mouth. I kept my lips closed on him, didn't what him to pull away. 

He took my hair in his hand so tight it hurt, pulled my mouth off of him. He stared down at me, raised his hand as if to slap me, held his hand up ready to hit me. I started to cry, shrink a way. He laughed hard.

"Please, don't hit me, please..." I cried, begged.

He lowered his hand, teased me, and petted the side of my face. "You keep being my good little bitch and I won't have to. Although, it is fun to do that to you, I have to admit." 

He stood and pulled his pants back up. I felt afraid and turned on all at the same time, knelt on the floor and cried softly. He knew now that all he had to do was threaten to slap me and I'd cry.

"I want you to get some real short little shorts, girl type shorts. Not boy shorts, no zippers. Get the sissy kind you pull on and off. We're going to show off that rear end of yours, show off that ass that I own now." He zipped his pants up and buckled his belt. "Get some girl panties too. I don't want a cross dresser, just a sissy. And you make that happen. I think you should sit when you pee too. All the time, see you at work standing in the men's room and I'll slap you in front whoever else is there. And it would be good for you to paint your toenails pink. Remind you what you are when you do that, you're my sissy bitch."

"I'll do that." I whimpered as I said that. He ignored me.

"I don't care what you do with your time when I'm not around but when I am around, when I call you and tell you to be ready to play, you will be ready. You're my perfect little fuck toy now." He walked to the door.

"Mary at work knows about you. She's a lesbian, goes to one of the bars I go to." 

I was shocked, looked up at him startled. 

"We've talked about you. She thinks you're fem, had potential she said. I told her I was going to turn you into my bitch." He laughed. "She said it wouldn't happen, said you'd never do it. She said she thought you had queer-fear, were straight and narrow." He opened my door.

"I guess when she sees the picture of you in high heels, little dick sticking out, sees you at the bar with me, you in tight little sissy shorts sitting like a good boy on my lap, she'll have to admit she was wrong."

He looked back at me. Saw my shock, saw me stunned. "Perfect. Keep that attitude."

He left, closed the door behind him. I heard his car drive away as I curled up on the floor. I stayed like that for a long time, thinking about what I am. I thought this must be what it's like to somebody's bitch in prison. I also thought about how much I liked being that, felt myself get hard as I thought about being a real man's sex slave. I decided then that I was going be the most willing sex toy he'd ever have. And I thought about turning him on by letting him play rough with me, not that I had anything to say about it. I felt my little dick get rock hard as I fantasized about that. All I could think about was having him fuck me again, about slapping my face throwing me down over the bed and fucking me again. I thought about his belt too. It was all I could do not to call him and beg him to come back. I was addicted. 

When I came I let it run down between my legs and over my balls and cheeks and onto the floor. All I could think about was him.



Little Sex Toy Ch. 03



"What have you learned, boy?" He's sitting on my couch. I'm naked and lubricated, can feel the K-Y jelly slippery and wet up between my cheeks. It's just two days since he visited me last. My toenails are glossy pink and I'm wearing the pink heels I got to please him. I'm shaved and moisturized baby soft top to bottom.

"That I keep myself ready to play, keep my toes painted for you." I look to the floor.

He stands and starts to undress. Takes his time, makes me very nervous, he says nothing, just strips slowly and folds his clothing and places them neatly on the end of the couch. When he's completely naked he sits.

"What else?" He stares at me. 

"I'm your fuck toy, your sex slave." I hear my voice shudder as I say the last part.

"We've also learned that when I use your ass you clean me after. You don't wait to be told, you just do it." He rises fast and walks to me. He grabs my arm tightly, shakes me. He slaps my face.

"Uh...please." I feel tears in my eyes. I look at him, look deep into his eyes. I feel my lips quiver. "Please...", it's all I can say.

He pushes my arm away and sits back down. "New thing you to learn and you better be quick about it. When I snap my fingers, point to my lap, you drop what you're doing, lower your pants if you're wearing any and lay across it." 

He spreads his knees apart. "Come here."

I walk to him quickly, feel him take my wrist and pull me down across and over his left leg. I feel his other leg go up and over the backs of my thighs as his left leg digs up and into my lower stomach. I'm pinned in place across his one leg. I feel him reach down and take the back of my hair, he holds my head down tight. I can't move. I feel it hard to breath with his muscular leg up in my stomach.

"This is the proper position. Learn it." He starts to spank me. 

He spanks so fast and hard I can't help but to cry out, feel myself lose my breath. He ignores my cries, hits my rear with his open hand as hard as he can. Only sound in the room is the loud 'CRACK' of his hand coming down hard across my naked exposed bare rear end. 

Within minutes I'm hysterically crying, begging him. He just keeps spanking me. I writhe on his lap, completely subdued by him, feel my stomach ache as I press against his leg and knee. 

He spanks me until I'm sobbing, crying like a baby. Then he stops and rests his hand across both of my cheeks, feels me quiver under his touch. His hand burns, feels like fire. He just keeps it rested there. I feel him fondle me, he pets my rear end.

"Cute little red butt. So cute." He's not talking to me, he's talking to himself. Now the only sound in the room is me crying and shaking on his lap.

And then he takes his leg off of me, releases me. He slaps me hard one more time and I cry out so loud that I'm sure my neighbors can hear me. He's rock hard underneath me. I'm aware of that for the first time, his cock is pushed up and as I get up off of his lap I see it stand straight up. It's huge, rock hard. He's wet at the end of it. He's covered with prep-cum.

He takes me roughly by my arm and leads me to the stairs, hear my shoes click on the floor as he hurries me up to my bedroom. I'm still crying, sobbing as we go.

He takes a pillow quickly with his free hand and puts it where he did the last time, in the middle of my bed. I feel him push me to it. I know what he wants.

As I lie across the pillow I feel my tears on the sheet under me, feel my fingers dig into the bed as he mounts me from behind. He pushes his erection into me quickly and starts to fuck. He fucks me to cum. I push my butt up and toward him. I know what I am and what I'm supposed to do for him. I can feel the welts and bruises on my stinging cheeks. I relax my tight little hole and then grip him tightly with it as he goes all the way into me, moves in and out, hoping he'll like that. He says nothing, just fucks me hard. I feel his legs go up and in between mine. He forces my legs apart, spreading my rear and cheeks. He pushes into me as deep as he can and holds it there. He starts to pump very fast to cum. The bed shakes, the sound of him groaning and grunting, yelling 'bitch', 'little slut', 'fuck' and other things as he fucks me deeply fills not only the bedroom but my house. I'm very sure any neighbor can hear him, can hear it all. I don't dare say a thing. I just lay still and take it.

He cums in less than five minutes. When he finishes he pushes up and off of me like he did the day before, so rough it hurts my back. I say nothing, just hurry to my knees and start to lick and suck him clean. He stands and watches, still panting, groaning and breathing deeply as I suck his cock and lick him all over his legs and balls. 

Before I finish he pushes my head away from him. I look up from the floor. He walks to the door, says nothing. It all took less than seven minutes. I know because I watched the clock again on my night stand.

Back down stairs he sits on the couch. I hurry to join him, his cum all over my rear and on my chin.

"Now tell me what you've learned." He leans forward, legs slightly spread. His cock is huge, hangs over the cushion on my couch. I think to myself I love looking at it, love touching it, love how he looks. I'm completely owned, his bitch

"I clean you after you use me. I lay across your lap when you snap your fingers and point to your leg." I hear my voice quiver. "I'm your boy to use as you want, your sex toy. I do what I'm told to do when I'm with you. I keep my toes painted pink for you. I have to get some sissy shorts and sissy t-shirts. I have to make you proud if you take me out and show me off."

He laughs so loud it scares me. Keeps laughing, I look back at him. My rear is burning from being spanked, feel his cum run down the tops of the backs of my naked legs. I feel his large hand prints on my cheeks. Before he can say a word I keep speaking. I feel very calm and focused.

"I keep myself shaved baby smooth for you. I never talk back. I please you with my mouth and rear end whenever you like. I belong to you." I stare down at him. He's not laughing anymore. "And if you want to slap my face I never pull away, I let you slap me."

He's silent, looks somewhat surprised. I stare at him, cool almost aloof.

"I want this more than you know. I do." I just stare into his eyes. "I'm going to be the best little sissy you'll ever have. I want to do this for you. I let you pee on me if you want to. I lick your rear if you want me to. I will do anything to please you."

He holds his hand up, silences me. "Come here." He stands.

I walk to him. He pushes my face to his chest. He holds me up close to him, feel his nipple at my mouth. I start to kiss it, suck it, while keeping my hands at my sides. He holds me close and I feel him naked up against me, feel how strong and masculine he truly is. He's so big, so strong, I start to melt into him. 

"Just don't let anybody hurt me, please." I feel tears in my eyes, feel my voice shudder again.

I feel his hand hold my back, feel him push me up tight against him. I feel his other hand take my penis. He starts to stroke me as I suck his nipple.

"I'm not going to do anything we both know you don't want me to do. If I whip you with my belt it's because I know you want me to do that, right baby?" 

He strokes my small erection in his hand. I'm breathing so heavy, feel hypnotized by this man, "Yes...yes, ooooo, yessss...please, don't stop." I push up very close and into him. I feel him run his hand up my back as I suck his nipple, lick it with my pointy little tongue. I feel him pet the back of my head, run his hand down my back to my rear. 

He holds me tight and up close to him. He keeps me there like that for what seems like forever. Feel his hand run over my little hard on, makes a small circle with his finger and thumb, runs my penis though it slowly. He plays with me, feel him rub my pre-cum all over the head of it. He's driving me absolutely crazy. Feel myself wanting to tell him I love him. 

I say nothing.

Then I feel him release me. He takes his hand off of me and pushes me to my knees, gently. I reach up and take his cheeks in both hands, hold him in tightly place, his rock hard cock is right in front of my face. I look up at him and run my tongue up the full length of it. I take him into my mouth. I run my tongue over the hole while I hold just the large head of it in place with my lips. I hear him say, "I know what you need." He smiles down at me as he says that.

I start to pump to make him cum again, I masturbate him with my mouth, long full strokes, drive him crazy with my lips as I lock eyes with him. I look straight up at him as I fuck him rhythmically back and forth with my mouth. 

When he cums I hold him in still and in place by his rear, suck him and swallow quickly until he finishes. I dig my fingers into his cheeks, bring him up and onto his toes. He puts his hands on the back of my head, hear him moan as he finishes in my mouth, seems like he never stops cumming.

"You like the way I do that for you?" I stare up at him, his cum all over the inside of my mouth, let his cock fall from my mouth and bounce against my chin. I slide his semi erect cock back into my mouth, not waiting for him to answer my question. I lick the end and gently nibble the head of it, push my tongue up into the hole deeply. 

He jumps up onto his toes. "You are the perfect dirty little bitch, the perfect whore." He pushes my head away. Taking his cock in his hand he wipes it on the side of my face and in my hair. He moves away from me and starts to dress. He is completely dismissive of me. He's through with his fuck toy for now. I stay naked on the floor watching him.

"Do you want me to do makeup? I'll do that too." I look up at him, feel the bruises on my rear, my burning cheeks. I feel his cum all over the inside little hole. I taste him all over the inside of my mouth and feel him on the side of my face and on my chin too. I feel totally used, completely and totally used. I look to the floor at his feet.

"I want a submissive sissy boy. Lipstick might be nice, but don't want a girl. The part I like best about this is that you are my bitch, my little faggot boy toy. For now you just get some very tight sissy things that leave no doubt as to what you are, tight shorts that show off that little soft dick and the crack of your ass." He finishes dressing. "Get some of those tight little shorts teenage girls wear, the kind with no zipper, soft and cute, just pull them down off your ass fast when I want to use you." He laughs.

"I have several friends that would enjoy that mouth." He looks at me. I say nothing.

"But that ass belongs to me. He walked toward the door, large boots on the wooden floor, felt it shake under me. "Nobody fucks that ass but me, bitch. Learn that too. Send you to somebody to suck their dick, give a handjob, you do that for them, better do it real good. They try to fuck that little rear end of yours you better run, you let me know. I own that ass." 

He stares back at me. "Do you have any questions?"

I heard myself mumble 'no' as I looked up at him. 

He walked out and closed the door behind him.

I masturbated twice onto the floor. Just laid there and made myself cum thinking about being spanked, thinking about how big and strong his hands are. I hated it when it was happening, really hated it. But now it was all I could think about. It was all I wanted him to do to me. I wanted to be spanked again. Wanted to be used again too, I was addicted. I knew what I was at that moment. 

And I didn't care who knew.



Little Sex Toy Ch. 04



I'm over a complete stranger's knee, butt way up high with his left hand and huge arm wrapped over my back and up under my stomach. He has the flat inside of his left palm pulling me up slightly off his knee. It hurts. I feel him push up into my stomach. He could pick me up like this, pick me up and hold me upside down if he wanted to, he's that strong. He's huge.

He's holding me in place as his other hand is pushed in deep between my cheeks. I look to the tile floor and then up to my boyfriend, sitting at a table with one other man. I use my hands to steady myself on the floor. This is the same position my boyfriend spanked me in. I feel tears start to form in my eyes as I struggle to keep still as I've been told to do. 

I whimper and moan as the stranger that has his middle finger pushed deep into my rear moves it around in wide circles. He's spreading wide my tight little hole, opening it, feels like he might break me. I start to cry hard. His fist is closed all except for his middle finger. I can feel his large knuckles hold my exposed cheeks wide apart as he buries his finger in me as deep as it will go. He turns his fist around in me, inside of my cheeks as they close around him, starts to rub my prostate gland. I can feel him just start to play with it, toy with it. 

Then he gets serious about it. He works his finger hard on me. He starts to milk me. "That's it sunshine, you just keep real still, be a good boy." I hear him as he leans down over my back. 

My boyfriend gave me to this man just minutes ago, just said, "Do what he tells you to do. Don't embarrass me, bitch." He then gave me 'the look'. I knew if I didn't cooperate I'd get my face slapped real hard. I stood and was led by this man to a chair right next to our table. He set the chair out away from it, giving him plenty of room to not only work on me but to let the rest of the men in the room see if they choose to watch.

We are in the back room of a bar my boyfriend took me too. I am there for the first time, didn't know what to expect. And the music is loud. People have to lean in toward each other to be heard. When the songs on the juke box switch and the music ends momentarily it allows my whimpers or crying to be heard, but not by much. It also allows the other very loud activity in the room to be heard too, the laughter, the yelling and partying that is going on around us. The room-noise drowns out my crying.

The room is very dim, almost dark, a small side-room off of the main bar. If you didn't know this room was here you'd walk past it on the way out the back door. It's the private room for those that know what really goes on here, those that know the real purpose of this club. 

Fifteen, maybe twenty, men sit or stand around the room. Some dance with each other, some watch a television over the small side bar, others talk to each other at tables. Some glance at me and then back to each other. 

There are two naked 'twinks', as my boyfriend described them, kneeling in the room. They don't look more than twenty years old, at most. Men are taking turns using their mouths, take turns getting sucked, there for all in the room see. One in the back of the room, one against the wall next to the men's room, they are both restrained by collars to the wall, their hands free to hold the men's side or rear standing in front of them. I saw them both as we walked by them to our table, could not help but watch them as I was led to this room in the back of the bar. I stared at them as my boyfriend was quickly joined at the table by two men. I prayed that my boyfriend would not make me do what the naked boys were doing, looked up at him in fear.

The men at our table sat and talked. They ignored me but I could feel them both look at me and check me out, making me very uncomfortable. I quickly looked away and didn't want to make eye contact with either of them. These were very big men, obviously dominant like my boyfriend. We were in a gay s&m bar, my first trip to this club. We were at 'The Brand'. My boyfriend said this was a club we'd spend many evenings in.

One of the men leaned in toward me and my boyfriend. I sat so close to him, grabbed my boyfriend's arm tight. I was afraid and wanted his protection.

"So you mean to tell me I can't fuck this sissy's ass but I can fuck his mouth?" The larger of the two men talked to my boyfriend, doesn't even look at me, ignores me as he speaks. "What's different than one a them bitches over there against the wall?"

"This one has a mouth you won't believe." He just stares at the man, smiles slightly. "He's a born cocksucker." He sips his beer. "You're in for a surprise, you'll be calling me and asking for a date with that mouth."

"But we can't fuck him." Both men look to my boyfriend, then to me. I look down at my lap. 

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I feel my face turn bright red, feel like running. I squeeze my boyfriend's arm even tighter. He looks at me, pats my hand and smiles. He looks back to the men.

"That's right. If I send him to you and you even try to fuck him I'll kick your ass. Count on it. And he'll tell me if you do." He stares at me, then at the man. "And then maybe I'll fuck both of you after."

They burst into laughter. I feel dizzy, want to leave. I look to the man closest to me and he looks to me, stares at me coldly, makes me shudder. He's crude, biker-like. And he's not in shape like my boyfriend. Just big, his stomach is hanging out over his belt, has a beard. I don't like him at all.

He reaches up and runs his finger up my chin, up over my lips. I pull away quickly, look to the naked boy next to the men's room. He's alone, not being used. He looks at me, our eyes meet. He quickly looks away and to the floor, down at his naked knees. 

"Has he ever been milked?" He pulls his hand away from my face.

My boyfriend sips from his beer. "No, only played with, I haven't jacked him off, don't want the bitch to lose his little boy sissy edge. I touch his dick but only to keep him hot." He reaches over and pats my leg, puts his hand over my crotch. I feel him squeeze my gently and then remove his hand from me. "He can jack himself off when I'm not around."

"No, I mean milked. I mean finger-up-his-ass type milked." He just stares at me when he talks to my boyfriend. "It isn't like cumming for the bitch. Yeah he'll cum when you milk him but it's way more submissive, keeps sissies in line. And it keeps that ass ready to be fucked too. You can keep a sissy in a cock harness and still make him cum. You don't know about this?"

"What are you talking about? You can make him cum without stroking his little dick?" My boyfriend looks at me. "This I've got see." He sits back in his chair.

They both stare at me. The third man at the table laughs and sips his beer. I feel helpless, have no idea what he's talking about. That's when my boyfriend said 'to not embarrass him' and that's when the big man stood and turned his chair so that I could fit across his lap. 

Then he patted his lap and said loud enough for all to hear at the table, "Come on, sunshine, let's get that ass over here across my lap and get to work." He laughed and stared at me, motioned with his index finger for me to move to him.

I looked to my boyfriend and saw 'the look' on his face. I quickly stood and walked to the seated man's right side. I just stood there looking at my boyfriend as I felt the man's hands run up my smooth legs to the waist band of my tight little shorts. He reached up and pulled my shorts down quickly to my knees, felt them slip down over my little thing, felt it bounce out slightly. I felt totally helpless and submissive, my cheeks and penis exposed to the entire bar for all to see.

"Please don't hurt me, please." He patted my rear, cupped it and squeezed me as I said that. Then he smiled up at me and took my arm.

"This one has a real fine ass." He pulled me down and over his lap, pushed his leg up to raise my rear. "Very nice, very firm, I like it." He petted me, felt me up completely and ran his large rough hand all over my rear and the backs of my thighs. 

Then he said quietly, "Gonna be hard not to fuck this ass." I heard him clearly as he said that softly bending down over my back.

"Please." I started to cry softly, knew that nobody could hear me over the music. I also knew that nobody would care or stop whatever he was going to do to me even if I begged them to. Then I felt him reach down roughly between my legs and pull my soft penis down and up against the side of his pant leg. He moved his leg up hard against it, keeping it in place pointing down toward the floor.

"Don't you move that, sunshine, you keep that little thing just like that up against my leg." He pulled his hand out from between my legs and pushed down on the backs my naked legs, pushed me into position.

I felt him slide his middle finger up and down the crack of rear the full length of it, from my soft balls to the bottom of my back. I felt his stiff finger drag across my little hole, made me quiver as he did that.

"I mean it. Don't you move!" Then I felt his middle finger pushed up deep inside of me, felt his closed fist shoved up into my butt, felt my cheeks spread wide. 

He started moving his entire finger around inside of me in circles. He was spreading my tiny hole wide. I cried out. I yelled out so loud that several other men glanced over at me. I kept my butt as still as I could, fought the urge to pull away.

I was ignored, he kept his finger moving. My boyfriend just watched, sipped his beer. He fingered me, spread my hole and cheeks like that for at least ten minutes.

"We're just playing, sunshine, we're just playing." I heard him say that just before he turned his finger to my prostate gland and started to massage it so hard it hurt. 

"Now we're going to get real serious." He kept that up. Kept rhythmically stroking my prostate, "Let's make a mess on the floor, let's show your man what you can do sunshine. Let's show what a good boy can do."

Then it happened.

I was in a daze. I felt myself cum all over the floor. It happened so quickly. It's wasn't like having an orgasm. It dripped, didn't spurt, I felt it run out of me. It actually hurts just a little, no control, just the feeling of cum being milked out of my soft penis, dripping out of me. The man's finger totally in control, he looked up and talked to my boyfriend as my cum started to run onto the tile floor.

"See, that's how it's done." He keeps massaging my prostate as I tried my best not to squirm on his lap. "And you can tell when the bitch cums, you can feel it on your finger." 

My cum in a little puddle on the tile floor between his boots, I could see it when I let myself go limp across his lap and looked at it. Saw the long strand of it slowly drip to the floor, I felt completely limp as it happened.

"I like it, like it a lot." My boyfriend sips from his beer bottle, leans forward to the floor for a better view, stares at me. "Now that's cool."

I feel myself milked completely dry and then feel the large finger pulled from my rear. He wiped his middle finger all over my cheeks and back, wipes himself off clean on me. Then I feel his hand come down across my rear so hard it makes me jerk, cry out.

'SMACK!' Then I feel it again. I start to jump, feel his right leg move to cover my legs like my boyfriend does when he spanks me. I start to cry again, cry out. Everyone in the room is now watching. The juke box has been silent for ten minutes. Some comment, laugh, some move closer, several men in the bar are now paying attention to me.

"If I can't fuck him can I spank him?" He looks to my boyfriend. "This is a real nice ass."

My boyfriend just nods. I was spanked for almost fifteen minutes. Held in place, little dick wet with cum, my shorts down around my ankles with his leg holding me in place like my boyfriend does, kept in place tightly and spanked hard. The music started and stopped several times. I did my best not to cry loudly but couldn't help it. 

When he finished he patted my rear with his hand. "Sunshine I wish I'd a found you before he did. You're a real good little boy, real good little piece of ass."

He helped me up off his lap by my arm. As I stood shaking next to him I looked around the bar, felt afraid and alone. He reached down and pulled my shorts back up over my rear. I felt myself jump as the waistband ran up over my red and swollen cheeks. He ran his hand up my thigh and over my soft penis over the outside of my pants. I just stood and stared down at my cum on the floor, felt the tears in my eyes drip onto my tight little shirt I wore. 

"Now that wasn't all bad, was it." He said it so gently, took me by surprise. I raised my eyes to him.

"No." I looked away as he laughed and pulled his chair back to the table.

I went to sit next to my boyfriend, felt my butt sting as I lowered myself onto the chair. He ignored me, sipped his beer and listened as the man said, "You just have to find the prostate, massage and milk it, you'll get the hang of it". He took a long drink from his beer. "And you don't have to do it that long. I was just playing. I could have milked him in less than a couple of minutes."

I looked away. I saw the boy by the men's room being used. Saw his mouth being fucked by a man holding the boy by the sides of his head, thought about how now I do that too, do that for my boyfriend whenever he wants. Thought to myself that the boy had been used at least five times since we'd come into this room, wondered who owned him, how many times more he'd been used before we got there. I wondered how many more times he'd be used, how many times he'd have to swallow for a strange man before he'd get taken to wherever he was kept, set free from the collar locked to the wall. 

I also thought about my rear end, dull pain all around the hole, felt like I'd been punctured by his finger, felt like my hole was open and still spread wide. I knew I hadn't been hurt but it felt like that. I dialed out, was in my own world.

I thought about the salesgirl at the mall that helped me buy the girly short shorts and sissy like t-shirt I was wearing in this men's bar. Thought about going into the Frederick's of Hollywood mall outlet I drove too away from my area, away from where anyone I know might see me. I thought about how nice she was to help me.

"Tell me the truth. These are for you, right?" She looked up at me, disarmed me. She was so nice. I was frozen. She'd seen me looking at the fluffy soft velour pull-on shorts. It was early. The mall had just opened and I wanted to make sure nobody would see me, nobody, not even strangers. Even so there were others in the store.

I was frozen completely.

She talked quietly, "I can't let you try them on but I can make sure you have the right size. And if not we can exchange them. Trust me, other guys buy things here for themselves. I know sizes for men. And if you trust me, come back to me, I'll always get you the sizes you need." She smiled up at me. "And it's not just because I'm nice. I get a commission."

We both laughed when she said that. She was speaking so quietly so that nobody around could hear. I truly appreciated that, was bright red face embarrassed. It was my first time buying sissy things.

I left the store with six pair of shorts, two white, two in pink and two in black. She assured me that they would be skin tight but not look stretched and ill fitting. She whispered, "These will come right up just past the tops of the backs of your legs, just across the curve of your cheeks, expose an inch of sexy curve. That's the way they are cut, the way they are supposed to fit. And they'll come just up over your butt, show your sexy little back at the bottom. Trust me. You're going to love these."

She then led me to the girly t-shirts I asked about. "Yes, you're gonna need some of these to set those little shorts off right, baby. Any man sees you in those shorts and this...", she held up soft clingy t-shirt with slightly ruffled very short sleeves, shook it in front of her, "...is going to want you. I know. I have this myself." 

I also bought several pair of lacey panties and stockings. Remember her saying, "Trust me on this too, you need these. If you don't now, you will. Guys love this stuff." She was so nice, so friendly. 

And she was so right. The outfit I was wearing, the shorts, t-shirt fit perfectly. And the pink heels I had made it all happen, I was a sissy's sissy. When we walked into this all-male bar eyes turned to check me out. I was the perfectly advertised sissy piece of candy, could feel just the bottoms of my rear cheeks exposed and sexy. I thought that is exactly what my boyfriend wants from me, thought that is exactly what I am now. 

As I thought about all this I felt my little hole throb, felt my cheeks sting against my soft shorts as I shifted on the chair. I felt the wet spot on the inside of my shorts too. My little penis dripped just a bit after my shorts were pulled back up over it.

I thought about all of this as I sat at the table, my mind racing. Thought about how I looked to others that looked my way. Soft pink shorts, slightly bare midriff shirt and very girly short sleeves, slightly puffy, pink toenails and fingernails, all that and pink ankle strap heels. I had my hair moussed and spikey, thought it would be obvious to anyone that saw me that I'm this man's whore. 

I looked down at my cum on the floor. I was day dreaming, lost. I felt my cheeks really start to throb now but didn't care. I was his sissy. He can do with me as he pleases. When we walked into the bar and some turned to look at me I wanted them to know. I thought about that too. 

I went out of my way to mince a little as I walked. Moved my rear end back and forth swaying, I wanted the whole world to know. And the way these men treated me was what I knew I really wanted. Thought to myself, 'I not only liked being spanked I deserved it'.

"Hey!" He was looking at me, snapped his fingers in front of my face twice real loud. He shocked be back to where I was. I looked up at him. My boyfriend jerked my arm as he said that. "Are you still with us?"

He leaned in close to me. "I was going to have you do some things here, really show you off, was going to have you suck his dick. But not now. After seeing that, seeing you across his lap, I'm going to take you home and fuck you." He took my hand and pushed it to his cock. Felt his rock hard erection as my hand ran over the outside of his pants. 

"All I want to do right now is take you home and ride that ass for a while, take my time with it. Do you know how hot I am for you right now? I wanna get you all alone." He stood without waiting for me to answer

I said nothing, just followed him. I was quiet, submissive and in my own world. As we started to walk away from the table I hesitated only for a moment, looked back at my cum on the floor. I was truly in a daze, as sissy haze.

I turned and took his arm, pressed up against him. As he walked me out of the bar I felt his hand go to my rear end. I whimpered softly, hurt from where I had been spanked. We walked all the way through the parking lot with his hand on my butt, me holding his arm. He was my man, felt that so strongly.

We got into his car.

"Are you going to make me one of those twinks as you called them, put me on the floor?" I felt nothing, didn't feel afraid even if the answer was 'yes'.

"Hell no. You're my bitch. You suck somebody it'll be to amuse me, not to be a whore in a place like that. But you never know." He looked at me, laughed hard. 

He started to drive. He didn't say anything as I leaned over and undid his pants. I thought maybe he'd slap me for being so aggressive, push me away. I didn't care. I wanted to see it, see his cock. I undid his belt and unzipped him. He raised up and let me slip his pants down must enough to let his huge cock jump out in front my face.




Little Sex Toy Ch. 04



He didn't push me away. I took his hard cock out and sucked him as we drove. I didn't suck him to make him cum, sucked him real slow and deliberate. I wanted him to cum, but to do that after he was on top of me in my bed. I wanted him to cum in me huge, hard, wanted that real bad, wanted to feel marked as his sissy. 

As he drove to my house I kept him in my mouth all the way, thinking about what was going to happen as soon he got me in bed. I never wanted to be his bitch more than in that moment. I was truly owned. And I loved it.



Little Sex Toy Ch. 05



I'm squatting in the middle of his cold cement basement floor, just over the drain in his laundry room, sitting back on my high heels. The 4" spike heels he insists I wear now around the house, wobble in them and get whipped for it, walking or squatting. He says a 'lady-like' little bitch should know how to wear high heel shoes. 

Leather, padded restraints that buckle at the outsides of my ankles hold a two foot wide spreader bar between them, fastened to D-rings on the inside of the cuffs. I can't move my ankles apart or in toward each other. I'm held almost motionless. A thin chain attached to a small eye hook in the middle of the bar between my legs runs up to a metal and locked ring fastened tightly around my balls, so tight it hurts. A tiny padlock swings slightly behind my balls as I squirm slightly against the pain of my position on the floor. 

Standing is impossible. That's the point. I'm held naked and in that squatting position resting on my high heels with my knees spread. My soft and baby smooth penis and balls are pulled down toward the cold floor, red and slightly swollen. My hands are fastened by wrist cuffs to hooks on the side of a 2" wide leather collar buckled and locked around my neck, feel that padlock on that too, cold metal against the my naked back. 

He sits and watches. His urine is down the front of me, feel it in the padding of my ankle cuffs, cool and wet. I can smell it all over me, acrid and filling my every breath. Some on the floor by the drain, some in a small puddle around my shoes, his urine is everywhere. I keep my eyes to the floor. I'm naked except for my shoes. I try so hard not to wobble.

"You'll learn to do this. You'll get the hang of this, princess." He just stares at me. 

I whimper, look up to him as he says that, I beg to be released, somewhat hysterically. He stares back at me silently. I have thin red welts all over the sides of my outer legs and the top of my cheeks just below my back. Criss-cross of burning thin lines, rising to welts, I feel them sting sharply as I cry softly. 

He whipped me with a riding crop before walking to the couch to sit. I screamed as he held me tight by my hair, screamed for no one to hear but him in his locked basement, his punishment play room. We spend a lot of time at his house now, for just this reason. He gets to use all of his toys on me. He has all the S&M playthings he needs to fully exploit my submissive sissy sex toy status in his life. I'm his almost full time, his complete bitch. I know at some point he'll move me into his house. And I know that this will be my role 24x7. 

"Shhhhh, princess. We're going to try this again. When I say swallow all the way, I mean swallow all the way. You're not supposed to spill a drop." He chugs his beer. "I could put your ass over the whipping horse for an hour or two, spank you real good then leave you there over night to think about all of this." 

He looks at me finishes the last of his beer, drops the can to the floor. "I still have to piss. You're lucky, bitch. Don't have to leave you down here while I go for more beer upstairs." He stands.

"Now, baby, I really want you to get this right. This is a trick you have to learn to do right. It's very important to me. I don't want to have to whip that ass again. I know you'd rather have me fuck it. I want that too. So we're gonna try one more fucking time!" 

He's naked, looks huge as his muscular form moves forward and then towers over me. I shudder, whimper and cry as he stares down at me, smiles.

I look up at him, tears all over my face, bitter taste of his urine all over the inside of my mouth. "I want to do this, I do, please. Believe me." I hear the panic in my voice, "Please." I lose it start to cry even harder. "I want to be able to do this so bad for you." I hear myself say that through sobs, feel myself shudder as he grabs me.

I feel him put his hand under my chin, his finger and thumb squeeze the sides of my face. He pushes in on my cheeks firmly and opens my mouth, holds it like that in an exaggerated kissing pose, looks down at me. "So fucking cute, you really are." 

He puts the head of his cock to my mouth, feel the wet end of it on my lower lip. Then he pushes just the head of his soft cock into my mouth. He's large even when soft, feel the huge head move into my mouth filling it as I close my lips around him. I try as hard as I can to concentrate. I lock my lips around the back of the head of his penis, feel it slightly move as he does it for the third time.

He starts to pee.

He pees very slowly. He's holding back a lot. Tiny spurts, dribbles, he's doing that on purpose. He drips bitter urine into my mouth very slowly, not like the first time fifteen minutes ago when he just put it in my mouth pissed full force, then whipped me and did it again.

I swallow as quickly as I can, feel panic as I do. He's peeing softly, so that I actually can keep up with the flow, actually swallow as he fills my mouth. I try so hard not spill it down the front of my chin and onto the floor. I lock my lips around him tight and struggle to swallow rhythmically. I don't want to spill a drop. I don't want to be whipped again. Most important I know I want to please him, want to be a good sissy bitch for my man. 

I open my throat as I feel him start a steady stream. He smiles down at me as it runs down my throat. I'm not even really swallowing anymore. I've learned a new trick. I can feel it. I've learned a new way to service and please my man.

And then it's over.

"See, once you get motivated you can do it. Now I held back a bit, even when I let it go toward the end." He pulls himself out of my mouth, wipes his cock on the side of my face, in my hair. "But with time you're gonna learn to do that after I've had six beers and have to piss like a race horse." 

He laughs so loud it reverberates off of his basement walls. "Full force, princess, that could take a lot of whippings or it could just sort of happen naturally, it's all up to you, sweetie." 

He walks back to the couch. I look down at the floor, see my little penis and balls red and swollen, throbbing from the restraint, soaked. I see his urine and my tears all over them. I feel my penis going almost numb. I struggle to stay steady on my heels so as not to pull at the restraint, struggle hard to not put any pressure on the restraint chain holding my soft little thing and tiny balls.

He makes a cell phone call, ignores me. He doesn't even tell me to be silent. Whoever is on the other end of the phone can hear me whimper and cry. He ignores me as I start to cry harder. I am in very real pain. 

When he walks to the stairs and starts up them I lose it, start to cry hard, loud. He doesn't say anything, just leaves me. He turns out the light as I hear him at the top of his stairs. I hear the door close.

"PLEASE!" It's all I can say, scream between fits of tears. He was upstairs for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't stop crying, shaking, tears running down the front of me, sobbing. I feel them burn as they hit my legs. 

And then the door opened upstairs, the light went on and blinded me momentarily.

"Please, please...I want to be a good boy, I do...please, Daddy, please..." I was hysterical, begging, "please...", sobbing as I cried out the word 'please' over and over.

When he came back downstairs he walked to me calmly without saying a word and put his cock back at my mouth. He took my hair in his hand and slapped my face twice very hard. 

"Shhhhh. Be quiet you little bitch." He put his large penis to my lips again, just held it there for me to take. "One more time, let's see what you've learned."

I was quick to open my mouth for him, close my lips around the head as fast as I could. Felt him start to pee again, swallowed for him as he wanted, felt myself almost choking but able to hold it down, able hold my throat open. I was able to drink as fast as I could and not let it run out of my mouth. Tasted my salty tears washed away, his urine the only taste in my mouth I felt myself give into this new 'talent', opened my throat wide and let him just piss right down it into my stomach. 

I didn't spill a drop.

"I knew you could do it, princess." He pulled away from me and went to the table next to his chair. He took a small key and returned to unlock the tiny padlocks that held my ankle and ball restraints. When he reached down and grabbed my penis and balls, lifting them to get to the little lock I screamed out loud, could not help it. He ignored that, reached up and undid the hooks that held my wrists to my collar.

He left the neck collar locked behind my head. He bent down next to me. "You aren't the first sissy faggot that's screamed his head off in this room. I've taught that trick to a few others that you may meet some day. But I have to say, you are the best of the bunch, princess. You really are. Don't think I don't know that. You learn quickly. And that pleases me." 

He stood and walked to his chair, sat as I took the restraints off of my throbbing balls and penis. He sipped his beer. His hard muscled body not only hot but intimidating too, I calmed down a bit and just looked up at him.

"Get your cute ass over here, bitch." I felt my knees locked into squatting position, felt them ache terribly, I cried out as I struggled to stand. I'd been locked in that position for over an hour. He peed in my mouth three times. Could taste him all over me, I walked to the front of him, stood as he looked up at my penis. I felt like the mess I was.

"You know I want to please you. I do." I looked down at him. "I'm sorry I can't drink it as fast as you want me to." I started to cry again softly. "I really want to please you. I think I know how to do it now. I do."

He looked up at me, laughed. He was rock hard. Watched him get hard as I stood and talked in front of him, just watched it rise. He was huge, his cock stood straight up off his lap as he bent forward in his chair. 

I felt his right hand go to my soft penis, felt him take it in his hand and use his index finger to run around the hole. He said nothing. Just started at it as he played with me, my tiny balls ached, throbbed as he brought me to semi erection. 

"I don't want you to say another word, not another word." He stared at my penis as he talked to me. I'll tell you when to speak."

I knew not to speak, controlled my whimpering and just stood there as he played with me. "You enjoy this, let's give you a little reward before you use that ass to jack me off. You have a very cute little dick, you really do. Tiny and cute." Felt him make me hard, even hard I am small, boy like in his hand. And is hand looked huge on me, always does. 

"You know you really are a good boy. And you know I really do know you're trying your best to please me. I know that." He took his hand off me, ran his index finger up between my naked legs, up over my throbbing balls and up the length of my penis. "I know."

He drove me crazy with his hand, stroked me and played with my penis for almost half an hour. I knew better than to even think about cumming. I stared down at his cock. Nine inches, made me look like a baby. Was overwhelmed by feeling like I want to go to my knees and suck it. I knew better than to do that without being told to. 

Then I felt him reach up and take my hand and lead me to his naked lap. Pull me to him by my wrist. Felt his other hand pushing my legs apart as I lowered myself onto him, I straddled his lap. I felt his huge erection push up against my little thing. I felt it crush up against my stomach.

As I got on top of him, my knees to his sides, I felt my legs throb with pain. I didn't dare say a word, stayed silent and looked over the top of his head to the wall as I felt him reach back and lift me slightly up and off of his lap. He put his cock back between my legs to my rear, felt him guide his cock up between my cheeks to my tight little hole. I felt the head of it push up slightly into me. I lowered myself down onto him, felt myself stretch apart as his big cock slipped up into my hole all the way in. I didn't wait to be asked or told, silently bit my upper lip so as not to softly cry out. He's so bit it always hurts at first. 

I started pumping him slowly, jacking him off with my rear end. I felt his large arm wrap around my back just up over my butt. I felt the flat palm of his hand grip me and hold me in place. His other hand holding my upper arm just above my elbow so tight I knew there would be small bruises from his fingers.

The only sound in the room was his grunting and moaning. And the names he calls me when he fucks me, the dirty talk. He put his mouth to my nipple, sucked it, nibbled, heard me cry out as he bit it just enough to make me whimper. I couldn't control that, felt him slap my rear end hard and then put his hand back in place to hold me tight. 

I just stayed in position, my hands over his shoulders holding the back of his chair. I felt his cock move in and out of my, heard that slippery sound between his grunting, the chair springs moving, heard my lubricated little hole as he used it. That real slippery wet sound as it opens and closes around his cock, I heard it all. I thought that I must look like a doll on his lap. I felt that he could pick me up with one hand, that's how big and strong he was compared to me. I felt the marks of his riding crop on my legs sting as I moved up and down on him. 

I felt something else too. I felt like I was pleasing my man, felt like I never wanted it to end. Felt like that's all I want to do. I lost myself to it all. I always do.

When he came, finished completely, he slipped out of me. I felt my tight little hole squeeze him out. I felt him reach down and cup my cheeks with both hands and lift me up off of him. I felt his wet cock slip out away from my rear end. Didn't wait to be told about what to do next, I know what I do after he uses me. I hurried to my knees in front of him, almost fell off of him onto the floor I moved so quickly. 

I ran my tongue all over his semi erection, his large balls and the hair that covered them. I licked and sucked up and over his legs, cock and balls where some of his cum had run out of me and onto him. I cleaned him completely, sucked up and swallowed his cum.

"Princess, you have no idea how hot you look in the mirror with stripes across your naked ass and thighs, and in high heel shoes too. Yep, no idea how they set it all off." Felt his hand on the top of my head as I licked his cum off his legs, my face pushed up into his crotch buried deep between his legs as I held his cock up straight in my hand. Then I put his cock in my mouth, squeezed it gently bottom to top, milking him. I wanted the last of it, wanted to show him that I'm his totally, wanted nothing other than to please him. 

I felt his finger go to the collar still around my neck, pull me up slightly, pull me up off of him and then to my feet. He stood holding me by the back of the collar. I felt his other hand pet my rear end, pat it.

"We're going to the club later tonight. We're going to show off your new trick, should probably try it at least one more time before we leave the house just make sure you learned real good." He cupped my cheek, ran his fingers up the crack of my rear. "I know I'll have to piss again at least one more time before we go." He stroked me gently, actually smiled at me. He kissed my cheek.

"Before we get you showered and all prettied up let's go up to my bed. Let my little girly boy take her time, suck me again properly." He moved to the back of me.

I felt his naked body push up to me, one hand wrapped up and over my lower stomach, his other hand up just below my throat, palm over one nipple. Felt him move slightly, slowly grind softly and push up against me, holding me tight up against him. He could be so gentle it shocked me. I went limp, kept my arms at my sides.

He whispered in my ear as he caressed me. "Let you suck me, baby, get fucked again the way you like, in my bed. Let you put that mouth all over me, maybe lick my ass a while." 

He was getting himself hot, very hot, talking to himself and not me. 

He was getting me hot too. I felt myself rise up on my toes as he pressed up against me tight, felt his tongue at me ear. "You want to make Daddy happy, princess, wanna get fucked in my bed?" He was purring, talking to me like I was a baby. This was his way of 'making love'. This is what he did almost every time after punishing me. 

I looked down, felt my little thing stand straight up as I thought about him on top of me in the missionary position, felt him rubbing against me now. I thought about him deep inside, my legs around his back, fucking me and then hurrying up across my stomach to finish in my mouth. I saw my felt my little erection go completely hard and start to throb as I looked down at it. I kept silent. I hadn't been told I could talk yet, knew not to say a thing. 

He slowly pulled away from me. I felt him move out from behind. He reached down and took my hard on in his hand, hand so big he covered it completely. He led me to the stairs, pulled me. The only sound in the room were my high heel shoes clicking on the floor as I hurried to keep up with him, arms at my sides.

He led me up to his bed.



Little Sex Toy Ch. 06



Squatting on my heels, feet just up under the curve of my cheeks, I can feel the ruffles on my sissy sox up against my bare legs. They would tickle if I weren't so afraid and focused on doing what he demands I do in front of these men. 

My knees pushed up toward him and spread wide, don't dare hold them together, don't want to get slapped, I feel his hand on the back of my head firm and tight. Swallowing as fast as I can, have been doing this for him almost every day now for months, his legs pushed up between mine, I feel the hard stream of his urine hit the back of my throat. 

I never get used to it. But I know how to do it the way he wants me to. I never question, just force myself to 'drink'. It tastes terrible. I never complain. He pees full force into my mouth, down my throat.

"I told you the bitch could do it." 

He looks at the four men in the room. One pays the other five dollars. He bet that I'd get my face slapped for letting it run from my mouth. They've seen him slap me before. I hear him laugh, looking at the men, looking away from me.

"I told you he'd be a good boy."

I'm wearing pink velour sissy shorts, skimpy and tight, hot pants. They come just above the base of my penis at the waist band, cut very low, the soft rear and back legs expose most of my rounded butt, cut way up high. I have a pink tube top on, big pink bow at the top between my nipples. 

I don't have breasts, which all the more accentuates my sissy status. I have on pink ankle sox with lace ruffled tops stick up out of my pink 4" high heel shiny black pumps. My hair is curled the way he likes it, pink plastic bows one each side of my head.

My mouth is wrapped tightly around his soft but still huge cock. I'm very careful not to let a drop spill past my lips and onto me or onto the floor.

I steady myself as I feel his hand reach down and firmly pull me up by my arm, gently tugging his large cock out of my mouth. He's finished. A soft 'pop' sound that only I hear as his cock is pulled from my mouth rings out. I stand being careful not to wobble on my heels, can taste the bitter acrid urine in my mouth. I feel the shame and submission I exhibit for him as a matter of course. I feel him hold my arm tight as I look to the floor, my shoulder cocked up slightly uncomfortable as he holds it up tight next to my head. 

I don't have to force myself to do this. I am this. I am his bitch. And he knows it deeply.

"Go fix your makeup. You look like a tramp. Your lipstick is a mess. Get dressed like I told you to do." 

He slaps my butt as I reach for my little pink purse on the table and the large bag on the chair he stands next to. He puts his hand on top of my hand as I look up at him. 

"Make yourself pretty, real pretty. Put lots of that glossy shit on your lips like you do, make your sissy ass pretty and fuckable. And get the taste of piss out of your mouth. Don't keep me waiting. Put on that sissy slip I told you to bring. You're gonna show a friend of mine how you dress for me at home. Show off the sissy house bitch we both know you are. Right?" 

He slides my purse over to me, removes his hand, stares at me coldly.

"Yes, Daddy. You know I want to please you." 

"You really are a good boy. Today you're gonna get to be a better boy." 

He smiles the smile that says 'I can do anything I want with you.' He can. He is my man and deep down I love what I am to him. I love being owned by him. I hurry to the ladies room clutching my bags.

He puts his cock back into his pants, zips himself and sits. We are in his favorite gay bar. And we are in the back room. Only a select few get back here. 

I can hear the music from the room next to us as I walk past the door to the ladies room in this club. More accurate the 'sissy bitches' room, hear my high heels 'clicking' as I walk quickly. 

The door swings open and two more men enter the hall, one I recognize as the big man that milked me for the first time. I look to the floor and try to avoid his gaze. He scares me and he knows it. I don't like this man. My heart jumps to my throat, can still remember vividly how he held me across his lap and finger milked me onto the floor in front of my boyfriend, in front of everybody in the bar. I feel my face turn bright red.

"Hello there, sunshine." 

He laughs, takes my wrist and pulls me around facing him. He turns to his friend, a large and muscular man.

"This one cums like a baby, easy to make him drip, all you gotta do is stick one finger up his ass. And you are not going to believe the mouth on this little bitch. His boyfriend lets him do tricks if you ask him real nice." 

He looks back at me. 

"You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you sunshine." He smiles, leers. I can smell beer on his breath.

I look at the man next to him, nod 'yes'. I feel the man holding my wrist put his other hand up to my face, takes my cheeks in his fingers, pinches and turn my face side to side. He checks my smeared lipstick. It's all over my lips and chin.

"Looks like this bitch has already been doing just that, sucking cock like a good boy." 

He laughs so hard it echoes down the hall.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my boyfriend coming down the hall behind me, fast.

"Get your fucking hands off of him." 

He walks up to the man tightly holding my wrist, takes me by the arm and jerks me away from him.

"I told you to fix your fucking makeup and get dressed, move bitch! Should I take my belt off?" 

He slaps my butt so hard it raises me up onto my feet, pushes me forward quickly. 

"Get!" 

I feel his firm hand in my back a he pushes me toward the ladies room as I whimper, cry out loud, almost stumble.

As my heels echo quickly down the hall I hear him say to the men, 'You want a blowjob you talk to me, not that little bitch. You know that. You don't want him until he brushes is teeth anyway, just pissed in his mouth, you missed the show. I should have made him kiss you.' 

I hear them laugh loudly and start back down the hall into the main room.

I know what he wants. Extreme makeup is my specialty. Since I am with him, I makeup every day. Way too much eye liner, pointy and Cleopatra-like at the ends of my eyes, dark shadow, huge lashes and liner, lip gloss slippery and shiny to the extreme with deep dark lip liner, these are the things he likes. 

I also am lubricated at all times, K-Y on my little hole. All times. If he touches my butt, feels anything other than instant slippery access it's a serious whipping for me.

Another 'girl' came into the room as I was starting to do my lipstick, staring into the mirror. I saw her in the shadows when we arrived at the bar. I saw her with her man and two others. I'd seen her there before, remember seeing her go down on her man in a booth. I loved watching that. She's pretty and he's not bad looking either. Remember thinking I could it better for him than she did, laughed to myself.

Seeing me at the mirror she hurried to the toilet, lifted her dress and lowered her panties. She left the stall door open, watched me as she sat on the toilet. She sat and started to pee. I can see she is wearing a cock harness, pushing it down into the toilet to allow her penis to drip out the end of it as she pees. She is locked up tight by her boyfriend, no doubt he holds the key. Our eyes met in the mirror. I said nothing. 

"I saw what you did out there. You know he really treats you mean. I don't know why you stay with him. I've seen how he slaps you. I could never stay with a man like that." 

She starts to clean herself, dabs around the cock harness with toilet paper and stands to raise her panties and lower her dress. 

I don't answer, just continue to do my makeup.

"Look, I'm not trying to be nosey but...", I cut her off in mid sentence, quickly glance at her in the mirror.

"I'm right where I want to be. I wouldn't trade that man for any other. I've never been so turned on in my life, have fantasized having a man treat me like he does for years. And you can rest assured I do this because I want to, not because he wants to. Is it your business anyway? And look at you with that lock on your dick. Who are you to judge me?" 

At that point we both laughed out loud. I glanced back at myself in the mirror. We both went about doing our makeup.

"Is he a good fuck?" She looks at herself in the mirror, applies mascara to her lashes as she talks to me.

"The best! And goes forever, you've seen his dick. You've seen me suck him out there before. I even winked at you a couple of weeks ago when I sucked him and you were watching with your man. He's beautiful. Fucking beautiful. And when he's naked and on top of me...honey, I get everything I need and much more. I would never go against that man."

She looked at me, raised her skirt and pulled her panties aside, showed me her cock harness.

"Mine makes me wear this. Never beats me, very nice to me, but he keeps the key away from me. I don't cum unless he says so." 

She dropped her dress, went back to her makeup. 

"And he buys me things. The only thing I don't like about him is he has a little dick." She laughed. "Little." 

"He fucks good but he's not that big. I just go with it. He treats me nice and I never have to think about him fucking around with other sluts like me. But I wish I could masturbate more often. That's his thing, making me ask his permission to do it."

"I'd do that if he wanted me to, you know, wear a harness. But he loves to see me hard. I tease him by playing with myself, put on shows for him. Walk around his house in just heels with an erection, just for him to look at. He loves that, masturbates while he watches me. Really very erotic. He likes my little sissy dick soft and in my panties when I'm here with him. Says my little hard on is just for him. He even touches it sometimes. Says it makes me more his sissy bitch, seeing how little and boy-like it is." 

I smiled at her. 

"And that's what it's all about for me, being his to do with as he pleases, here or at home. I have come to realize I am a sissy and very fortunate to have met a man that rewards that. Even the spankings."

"To each their own, honey." She smiled back at me. 

I hurried to finish, checked my makeup in the mirror. I started to strip completely, take things out of the bag. She watched me intently. I hurried to change clothing, dress for my man as he told me to do. I stood naked in front of her and then put on my 'house dress' as he calls it. 

I wiggled into my slip. I tied a pink ribbon around my balls and up over my penis, big bow up in the front. I hurried to put my things, shoes, sissy sox back into the bag.

"I have to run, get my butt slapped real good if I keep my man waiting."

I patted her on the rear end and winked at her in the mirror.

"How do I look"? 

I looked back at myself in the mirror.

"Do I have to tell you I'm jealous, that I'd kill to have your teenage girl look?"

She looked me up and down and then looked back into the mirror. I hurried out the door.

I can feel all their eyes on me as I walk back into the room. Feel them stare, check me out, as I swish past them and back to my man. I feel my little penis stir as I see the men around me. Real men, gay men that to the outside world are in no way fem like me. They watch, see my butt move, watch me walk to my boyfriend. They see it all. And I know most of them want me. I like that. Like that a lot.

When I got back into the room he was seated at the table with another man I'd never seen there before, a very handsome and somewhat dangerous looking man! I went to my boyfriend, put my arm around his neck, rested my hand on his shoulder. I felt his hand go up and around my waist and to my rear end. I bent slightly to put my bags on the floor next to his chair. I looked at the handsome man, our eyes met. I felt my little thing stir. He looked at me and got my total attention.

"Tell me this isn't what you're looking for." 

My boyfriend spoke to the man, looking up at me. His hand goes to my lower rear. His huge hand cradles the exposed bottoms of my rounded naked cheeks. I'm wearing what I wear in his house. He's showing off 'his little house bitch', as he refers to me. I feel like a piece of candy. I like that a lot too.

I'm wearing a white short lacy slip, nothing underneath. Sheer lace shoulder straps with lace v-cut cleavage in the front, the lace around the bottom barely covers my cheeks in the back. The slip is form fitting, tight but not too tight. It moves on me as I move, sexy, clingy and fem. You can see the bottom my butt if I bend even slightly forward. My little thing pushed up and out from the ribbon tied up tight around my baby smooth balls, pink bow on top of the base of my soft penis shows through the sheer and delicate slip. I could feel the slip glide across the hole of my penis as I walked to him. I'm afraid I'll make a wet spot, something he's punished me for before. I arch my back ever so slightly to keep the slip from rubbing my penis, rear pushed out slightly too. He likes that bubble-butt look, has taught me to walk like I do with a leash in one hand and a riding crop in the other.

My hair in slight curls down around my ears, tiny girly pink bows on each side of my head accent my pink blush and shiny pink lip gloss painted on in a pouty accented fashion. My false eyelashes accent the dark mascara I wear. 

I'm barefoot to expose my pink toenails. I can feel the cold tile floor under my feet. The men in the bar have all turned their attention to me. They've never seen one dressed like me, never seen one look so little girl-like, so passably teen model-like.

"Show my friend that little sissy dick of yours. Make it hard for him." 

I felt him pinch my butt hard, feel his fingers cradle the crack of my rear.

The handsome man just stared. I hesitated slightly. I looked at the stranger, then at my boyfriend. I felt his hand come off my butt than come down hard against it. 

"You need to be told again!?!"

I did what he told me to do. I was shocked. 

I've been told many times my little erection is just for him to see.

I raised the bottom of my slip with one hand, felt the lace drift up across my penis, let my little thing out from underneath for all to see. I glanced around the bar as I started to pump myself, playing with my penis. I made it hard for him. I saw the girl I talked with in the ladies room walk by and wink at me as she hurried back to her man at the booth in the shadows. They watched too.

Several had noticed and were paying attention, watching me. I saw two men at the bar talking, laughing and one pointing in my direction, the one that won five dollars he bet on me not getting slapped. I was beyond caring about anything like that. I'd done much worse in this room. 

My small erection sticking straight up over my baby smooth legs, the man with my boyfriend leaned forward and ran his hand up over my butt. I felt him start to feel me up.

"Nice. You were right." 

I felt his fingers drift up the crack of my rear.

"Like a baby, no?" My boyfriend leaned back in his chair.

I felt the man take hold of my butt with his very big hand, guided me to his lap. He just grabbed me by my left cheek, thought he'd pull my cheeks apart and split me in two. I felt his fingers dig in between my rear end and up against my little hole. 

Before I knew it I was sitting on his lap. Looking at my boyfriend across from me, I felt fear, thought he'd be angry. He said nothing, drank from his beer, smiling at me, my little erection bouncing from being thrown onto this man's lap.

'You be a sissy boy, precious.', my boyfriend said that so softly but I heard it clearly.

I felt the man's other hand cradle my penis, brushing my hands away from it, felt the hand on my rear hold me in place. I was so turned on I almost came in his hand. Didn't dare. He was stroking me! Stroking in such and erotic way I could have cum. His touch! I loved it instantly. Had never been with any man other than my boyfriend like this, this man had my undivided attention. 

I fought the feeling off, felt his finger probe my slippery butt, felt it enter my hole. He was finger fucking me! His middle finger deep in my rear end, his hand in a fist spreading my butt wide apart, his finger moving easily in and out of me. I melted for him, started to breath so hard, felt my arm go up and around his neck. I closed my eyes. I was lost to him.

"I like. I want. I want him for the rest of the month. You won't recognize him when I'm through with him."

Iwas in shock hearing those words. It brought me back to reality. Looked to my boyfriend, panic on my face. I was being given away.

Felt his finger go all the way up inside of me deeply, felt myself wiggle and squirm on his lap as he moved around in my little hole, felt myself close tight around his finger. I felt my cheeks clench his fist so hard it hurt. I wanted to pull away from him.

"He's yours. Tell me when to pick his little ass up. It's up to you. Precious will be a very good girl, won't you baby. You'll make me proud. You do everything you've been taught to do. You're about to learn a whole lot more."

"Please, I don't even have clothes, please..." My mind started to race.

"You won't need clothes, baby. Trust me." 

The man felt my penis go soft in his hand. I was afraid. Felt like running. He said nothing, just kept pumping my soft little dick.

Then he kissed me. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth. Kissed so hot I felt my penis start get hard again in his hand. 

I kept my eyes open when he kissed me, staring at my boyfriend. I saw him smiling back at me. I was being given away, that thought shocked me. I thought he'd never allow another man to use me like he uses me.

He just watched as I was kissed, fingered, stroked, eyes wide open afraid to let myself go. I kept thinking that any minute he'd get mad, pull me off of this strangers lap. Slap me to the floor if he thought I was enjoying it. He didn't, just watched, stared at me.

And then the handsome and dangerous looking man took me away. 

I felt his hand move off of my penis, felt his finger come out of my butt. He guided me to my feet in front of him, felt his large hands pull me off of his lap. He stood and took my arm. Said nothing, started leading me to the door. I was numb, in a state of shock, felt his fingers and thumb dig into my arm as he dragged me. Felt like I was being sold, kidnapped, taken. Barefoot, naked, only in a slip, I was being led from the bar.

My boyfriend said nothing. Just watched as I was marched roughly to the door, I saw him turn and look away. I felt tears come to my eyes. 

Next I knew I was in the parking lot being led to his car. Barefoot! Barefoot and naked except for a flimsy little slip!! I struggled to keep up with the powerful man gripping my arm, pulling me along behind him, could see traffic moving on the street, see men in the parking lot. I was dizzy, in a daze. Then I felt him pushing me into the front seat of his car so fast it shook me, came crashing down onto the seat. I was thrown into the car. It was like a dream, a movie.

"We start the next phase of your sissy training, my little doll. You just be the best little girl you can be and we'll get along beautifully. You can start by sucking my cock while I drive."

I heard him say this as I watched the bar fade away, felt helpless and taken as he drove off. He was a huge man. I couldn't have stopped him even if I tried. I leaned over the top of him and did as he told me to do. I took his cock out of his pants as he drove I put it in my mouth. 

I had tears in my eyes the whole time I sucked him. I was very afraid.

When we got to his house he took his time and concentrated, came in my mouth while we sat in his garage with the door down. I'd sucked him all the way from the bar, at least a half hour drive. I tried to make him cum twice. He controlled it, would not let me make that happen. Until we got to his house and into his garage, he came huge, almost choked me. 




Little Sex Toy Ch. 06



He said nothing, no reaction, just came in my mouth in his car. I felt him pull my head up off of him when he finished. He said nothing.

He put himself back into his pants and quickly exited the car, came to my side and opened the door.

"Move, doll." 

I started to cry, started to cry hard. He ignored me, yanked me out of the car. Took me into his house and as soon as we entered he told me take off my slip. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I did, was naked and alone in this strangers hallway, had no idea where I was or who I was with. He reached down and untied the ribbon on my penis, took it off of me. I was completely naked in a stranger's house.

That's how it started.

I was fucked repeatedly, three, four times a day for two weeks. When I wasn't in bed, over the back of a chair, or butt up on the floor, I sucked him. I did all the dirty things he wanted constantly. He was insatiable. Fucked, made to suck him hard again after he'd cum and then fucked again. And again and again. He never tired. And he kept me in his bed with him at night. Fucked last thing at night, first thing in the morning. I was his 'doll', as he called me. 

He was conditioning me, know that looking back at it. He taught me to crave it. Think about being fucked constantly. I did. And he loved to go long and slow, hours with him on top of me. I lost myself to it. He was also doing something else. He was addicting me to his cock. I was my boyfriend's bitch but I was his little doll. And he knew that in short time

And he had other sissy girls too, they would visit, coach me. I was waxed, massaged, pampered by several sissy girls at his bidding.

I was never talked to or with. Even at dinner we would eat in silence, me in an outfit he'd chose for me to wear. Sometimes take me at the table, on the floor next to table. It seemed the dirtier, the better. Kept sexy, silent, submissive and fucked almost constantly, I was captivated.

I didn't try to escape, didn't run from the house. I was fascinated by it all. I loved my 'transformation'. And that is what it was. I did miss my boyfriend. But I didn't try to contact him. I was in awe of the man that had me now.

And he dressed me too. He had clothing like my boyfriend did not have. Closets full of beautiful clothing. All of which he had me wear, show myself off to him in, parade for him, practice posing, do 'fashion shows'. He taught me how to dress for men, how to walk for men, how to turn heads. Wigs, makeup, dresses, boots, shoes, skirts, blouses, corsets, panties, bras, bustiers, all of it, I learned to dress to please. He'd pick the outfits I wore, sometimes a different outfit by the hour. 

And then it became apparent why I was with this man. 

I saw my first 'client' at his house two weeks after he took me in. Another stranger. A man that met me in his hallway dressed as he'd instructed me to do, I met him at the door. I knew what was expected of me. I didn't have to be told. 

I was taken to his basement bedroom and fucked. 

I remember thinking about the first gentlemen, all business, didn't even undress me, just had me pull up the short skirt and bend over the bed face down, butt up high. He fucked me for less than ten minutes. He was small, could barely feel him after my current lover, or should I say pimp. 

I was learning 'the trade' as he called it. That was the first. By the time I left his house I had been with at least twenty male visitors, several repeat visits.

It was non-stop, by design. I did as expected. I served each according to his needs. Some would take their time, use me in bed like they might use their wife. Others were just quick to get on top of me and cum. And some wanted all of it, my mouth and my rear end. I did what they wanted. And I enjoyed it! That is what struck me most about my new lover, I enjoyed being his call-girl. Loved it, I didn't want it to end.

And around each of their 'visits' he'd fuck me before and after. All of my extra curricular activity seemed to turn him on even more. I would super turn him on by talking dirty to him, telling him about all the things his clients did with me. It never seemed to end. I was being conditioned well.

All my 'boyfriends', as he'd call them, used condoms. He didn't. I didn't even try to stop him. I was being groomed to be a call girl. I knew now why my boyfriend had given to this man. He was an expert in his field. In bed too. 

I saw my boyfriend several weeks later. He came to the house and took me back to reality. His reality. 

I didn't know what to think when my 'host' one afternoon stripped me naked and put me back into the slip he took me away in. Then he fucked my mouth, roughly, smeared my lipstick all over my face. He treated me more aggressively than he'd ever done, felt like he was 'marking' me. He came down the front of my slip and in my face. He had me suck him again and fucked my rear, came all over the back of my slip. He wiped himself off in my hair and across my race. I was soaked with him. He pulled me from his playroom and took me to his front hallway, where he left me, my slip covered in his come, naked underneath and barefoot. He told me not to move.

"Stay!" That was all he said to me.

He came back with the ribbon I wore to his house. He tied it so tightly around my balls I cried out. He left me like that, told me not to move again, to 'not move an inch, Doll' in a very dominant tone. I knew better than to move.

He left me like that. Confused, soaked with his cum, wondering what trick he was playing on me, what purpose this abusive side of him served. 

That's when I found out that I was being returned. Used goods. Returned to my boyfriend.

My boyfriend came in the front door half an hour later. He took me by the arm and dragged me to his car, just dragged me out of the house. He said nothing all the way back to his house. 

I was in shock, nothing surprised me at this point. I just went along with it, so much racing through my head. Two wonderfully powerful and dominant men, me belonging to both of them, all the men I'd been with at his house. I felt my penis stir, start to get hard, wanted to masturbate so badly.

When he got me home I was taken immediately to his basement and dragged in the punishment room, the room I hate but never say 'no' to. I started to cry hard as soon as I saw he was leading me into it. I knew what he was going to do. 

"Daddy, please...I only did what I did because you gave me to him. Please I thought it would please you, thought it's what you wanted from me...please..."

He ignored me, I was talking to myself. I heard the begging tone, my shaking voice, all for nothing.

I was fastened ankle and wrist tightly spread and face down over the whipping horse. I felt like a helpless rag doll. That is what I was.

"They've missed you at work, bitch. You have some explaining to do on the phone tomorrow. Maybe tell them you had the flu." I felt his finger run up between the crack of my cheeks, run up over my hole. 

He laughed as he selected a whip from the wall. 

I could see it all in the wall mirrors. I saw the thin black three foot long riding crop in his hand, saw him strike it through the air, heard the hiss of it.

"You'll be telling them that you quit, telling them that you have a new job. You can call the boss tomorrow and tell him you're party girl, a for-pay slut. That's what you are now, bitch. Maybe he'll want to try our your services."

He started to whip me.

I was hysterical within the first two minutes of my whipping. He went on for twenty minutes or more. When he finished I was covered in welts, up and down the backs of my legs and all over rear end. As I sobbed, begged and pleaded for him to stop he brought the whip up under my penis, up between my legs. I screamed so loud it shook the walls. Then it was over.

He put the whip up back on the wall, ignoring my loud and hysterical crying. He walked to the back of me. I was shaking.

"Miss me, baby? Think of me while you were out to play?"

He pulled my slip up over my back and exposed my naked butt. He traced one of my welts with his finger. Then he took his cock out and fucked me. 

He didn't hear me as I told him I missed him, wanted him to come and take me back, wasn't asking for a real answer, he wasn't even listening. He fucked me and came quickly.

"I have to tell you, bitch, I missed this little hole. My little hole." I felt him take his cock in hand and run it around over my tight little hole and then push just the head of it in and out several times. "Sweet, baby, sweet." 

He ran his hand down across my rear, pulled out of me. He heard me scream as his hand brushed roughly over the welts on my butt. I was still screaming, moaning as he walked to the front of me and put his cock to my mouth. He held my hair as I opened my mouth and hurried to suck him clean, tears running down my cheeks.

He left me like that in the dark, sobbing and crying loudly.

When he came back downstairs an hour later I was still sobbing softly, begging.

"Please, Daddy, please, I did what you wanted, please, don't hit me anymore, please." 

I started to cry hard again. He sat in front of me.

"He doesn't just like you, he loves you. I just talked with him on the phone. You impressed him like I told him you would. You're the perfect submissive whore I said you'd be. But don't you ever forget who really owns your ass. Did you forget that while you were being treated like a lady at his house, did you?"

I stammered, sobbed...

"No, Daddy, no...I...missed you...please..." I felt him take my face in his hand.

"You didn't do anything wrong, little boy, far from it. I just missed whipping your ass. I've jacked off twice thinking about how much I enjoy watching you cry."

He laughed so loud it scared me.

"He tells me you're going to be one of the expensive ones, said you made a lot of money already." 

He moved closer to me.

"That's your new job by the way. You're going to quit work. In fact I expect that to happen tomorrow."

He stood and started to unlock my wrists and ankles.

"Like I said, you've come a long way, baby. You'll be spending a couple of weeks each month at his house, the rest of the month with me. You've finally found a way to earn your keep." 

He laughed loudly.

"Last chance to run for the door. I won't stop you, bitch. Leave now and it all goes back to where you were before I got my hands on you. There's the door, last chance. You can go back to your boring little job, see me in the warehouse and 'remember when'. Last chance, you make the call. I don't want any little bitch kept against her sissy ass will."

He stared at me. I didn't move, looked to the floor and cried. I stood there sobbing, didn't make a move. He stared at me for what seemed an eternity.

"That's what I thought. Did I read you right or what? Now, show me that you missed me."

He undid his pants and before he could get them pulled down I was on my knees in front of him. 

I sucked him while I cried softly, sucked him until he came in my mouth. When he came I didn't take my mouth off of him, wouldn't let him pull it out. He laughed, let me have my way. I sucked him hard again. I turned and went to the floor and presented my rear to him. Face to the floor, reached back and spread my rear for him to see, butt up high, his cum still dripping out of me.

"I want to be yours. Please don't make me leave. I want to be with you." I said that with my eyes closed, tears still flowing down my face.

I cried softly as he mounted me. I couldn't stop crying, didn't want to. After he came in me again I did what he expects me to do. I sucked him clean. I looked up into his eyes as I did it. 

He took me by my arm and led me up to his bed, said nothing. Just led me gently and quietly upstairs, me a total mess, led me to his bed. He said nothing, just came to bed. I watched him undress. I wanted him again. I was driven, a sex addict nymphomaniac masochistic little whore. I laughed to myself when I thought that dirty thought. I had found the right man for me.

He let me sleep with him. He leaned over me and put his hand on my face before he turned out the light to go to sleep.

"I own you, baby doll. I own you."

I felt him run his hand up over my little erection. Felt shivers and goose bumps as he did that. He turned out the light.

He does own me.



Little Sex Toy Ch. 07



The cum all over my face mixes with the tear smeared eye makeup. It's running down my cheeks. It's in my hair, on my neck, I'm covered with cum. 

The first man that came in my face came huge. He choked me too, deep throat fucked me and made me cry. I've been crying and tearing up ever since. That was three hours ago. He had very large spurts that soaked me, I was crying hard when he came right into my face. 

The second man held my hair tight when he came in my face, so tight I screamed loudly, cried even harder. The men in the room ignored that, some laughed about it. I cry softly as my mouth is fucked for the probably the fifteenth time, repeatedly over and over. My moaning, whimpering and crying are muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. And the young man holding my head so as to keep his cock in deep in my throat stifle the choking sounds I make that fill the room. The man behind me is in deep too, as they all are when fucking me to cum. He was the third man to use my rear end and then cum all over my back and rear end. That was three hours ago. Cum drips down my legs, my sides, I'm soaked with it. My nylons are covered with their cum and soaking wet. One of my pretty stockings is down around my ankle and has large runs in it. 

My pink dress and the ruffled lace panties I wore earlier are crumpled on the chair in the corner of the room. They watched as I stripped them off for them and then got onto the bed on my hands and knees as I was told to do. I still wear my pink heels. Other than the heels and stockings I am naked across the bed sideways, face forward, butt up and out at the edge of the mattress. The bed springs squeak loudly as I'm fucked hard, slammed into the man in front of me, which pushes his cock farther down my throat as I'm pumped rapidly from behind.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..."

I utter deep guttural choking whimpers as I'm fucked hard from both ends. Finally, the man in my rear end cums. He's been fucking me for a long time. He slaps my rear so hard I cry out, only to choke as the man in front of me holds my head in place by my hair and pumps my mouth. I feel another young man step behind me and push into me. This goes on for what seems like forever. One after the other the twelve to fifteen men in the room, I've lost count, use me. They take turns using my mouth and rear end. I'm being gang banged. I'm being used as my boyfriend promised them they could use me. There is much laughter and noise in the room. I hear myself called 'whore', 'bitch', 'sissy' repeatedly as they use me for their pleasure and amusement. I have been used like this before but never by this many men. My boyfriend has had me do things for several men at his club. But not like this.

The man in front of me cums in my mouth. I start to choke as he holds the sides of my face. Cum runs out of the sides of my mouth, out around his large erection. I feel my eyes fill with tears again. He slaps my face hard.

"Swallow it, bitch!"

Two men waiting their turn laugh loud.

"He's almost like a fucking girl. Almost. Sissy whore."

The man in front of me pulls his cock from my mouth. He looks down at me. He traces my lips, my lipstick smeared all over my face and chin, with his index finger. 

"Next." 

He says that as another man steps up to the front of me. And as quickly as the other man pulled out of my mouth he pushes his cock in. He starts to fuck.

After four and a half hours it's over. I'm a scene out of a bukkake movie. Thick strands of cum cover my face, back and rear end.

I'm a mess. All but two of them have left, laughing and joking loudly as they did. Many of them took cell phone pictures of me. I'm in just my shoes and stockings and still on my hands and knees on the bed. I'm covered in cum. It's all over my back, face, hair, legs, all over my butt. 

"You can get up now, bitch. We're through with you. Get your ass cleaned up. Move you dirty fucking whore!"

He goes back to talking with the man across from him on the couch. They've been sitting and talking about me, about how much more fun it was than they thought it would be, sipping drinks, joking as men do. They talk about a 'next time'. I cry softly. I feel utterly helpless, utterly submissive and used. It's a state of mind that I hate when it's actually happening but crave and masturbate thinking about almost constantly when I'm not in it. It's like being whipped severely. I know that feeling too.

I hurry to my feet. I see the cum soaked mess that is the bed. I gather my things, my purse, and scamper to the bathroom off the side of the room, my heels clicking on the wood floor as I go. I look at myself in the mirror. A used and frightened little 'girl' looks back at me.

When I return to them twenty minutes later, come out of the bathroom after washing my face and rear end, my makeup and hair are perfect. I still have cum in my hair, have not washed it, but have wiped it out as best I could. My pink bow survived it all. 

I'm in the pink dress I arrived in, cute little sissy candy jumper dress. I look almost like I did when I arrived except for large red marks on my rear end. Those are covered by my panties and dress. I feel my butt ache and throb, sting from being repeatedly spanked while being fucked. I could go to a bar or restaurant and look every bit normal, as if nothing that just happened had happened.

"You clean up nicely. Very nice, bitch. You can't even tell that we gang fucked you. We should call everyone back and do it again."

One of the men, the one that drove me to this house, smiles at me as he laughs loud.

"You're as pretty as you were when we paid for you. And you are pretty for a sissy boy."

They both laugh. I feel my face flush red.

"I think before I take you back to your pimp I want one more blow job."

He drops the sweat pants he's wearing to his knees, still sitting in the chair, his cock flops to his leg. He's semi erect. He's already fucked my mouth once and my rear end twice. Over the past four hours they all have.

"Yes, sir."

I walk to him, kneel in front of his chair, my purse still on my shoulder. I take him into my mouth. My lipstick begins to smear again as I suck him. He doesn't treat me roughly like he did the first time. He lets me suck him gently, just sits and watches as I masturbate him with my mouth. Ten minutes later I feel his hand go to the back of my head. I can feel him throb. He cums in my mouth, cums silently, doesn't make a sound. His friend just sits and watches as I swallow it all.

"Good sissy boy." 

He pushes my head away. I move to the bathroom quickly, fix my lipstick for the second time.

"You want the bitch to suck you before I drive her home? Want to fuck that ass one more time?"

I hear him talk to his friend.

"I'm good. I'm going to pass out, one more beer and I'm gone. I've cum like three times. I'm wasted. I'm going to hit the rack. This was one of the coolest things we've ever done in this house. If my girlfriend found out she'd kill me. I can't believe you talked us all into this."

He laughed.

"I have to drive this bitch home. I'm the responsible one. Remember?"

The man who's cum I can still taste in my mouth laughs.

I return to them, purse in my hand. I say nothing. I stand passively, look to the floor. Just over five hours ago I was standing in front of both of these men, my boyfriend seated on a chair across from them on the couch in my house. 

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"He's just like a girl. Fuck, he's pretty, super pretty. Just like you said. Are you sure he isn't a she?"

A man leans forward on the couch, looks at me in amazement.

"Princess, you'll do whatever I tell you to do, won't you, girl."

My boyfriend looks at me sternly. I feel a twinge of fear, feel anxious to not say the wrong thing.

"Yes, you know I will, Daddy. You know I'll do anything for you. Do you want me to things for these men? You know I will."

He stares at me. He knows I will. I've fucked many men he's sent me to. I've fucked many men right in front of him.

"If I wanted you to, you'd lick my ass right now. I can piss in your face if I want too. Can't I? If I want to I can whip and beat you, make you cry. Can't I Princess."

"Yes, yes..." My voice starts to quiver.

"Don't you cry, bitch. Smear that makeup and I'll be very disappointed. I want you pretty for my new friends."

He looks to the man across from him, the man smiling up at me then back to me. My boyfriend speaks to them while looking sternly at me.

"He is the perfect whore. He's sexier than a real girl, way tighter too. And he'll do anything. He's been well trained to be a good girl. You get a blow job from this one and you won't go back to your college girlfriends. And he's just about passable. Tell me that is not a fucking girl, a pretty girl."

I'm wearing pink open toe pumps with 3" spike heels. My pink toenails show through the front of my shoes, through my white nylon stockings. My hose are thigh high with little pink bows at the front and back at the lace tops of each stocking. My sheer see-through panties are pink with small delicate micro-ruffles across the rear. The dress I wear has a flair skirt that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, a very slight petticoat slip on the inside of the skirt pushes it out, shows off my legs, an 'A' shaped flair. The dress has a jumper front that pushes up under my non-existent breasts, flair sleeves puffy at the wrists make me a perfect little girl. I look like a teenager. My blond hair is pulled off to the side, a big curl up just under my right ear, big pink bow on the side just above my left ear. My makeup is perfect, pointy dark Cleopatra eyes with huge lashes make for a very alluring and sexy look. Pink gloss lipstick and liner complete me. I am the perfect piece of sissy 'girl' candy. The men seeing me for the first time like what they see. I can tell.

"Show them your pretty panties, Princess. Show them that little ass."

I hurry to lift my skirt. I writhe, feminine, sexy, dainty, I do as my boyfriend asks me to do. I feel my face flush slightly as I expose myself to them. Turning, I mince on my heels as I present my rear end to the men in the room.

"You can't even see that little boy like dick of his. He's a girl, like I told you. You're going to be more than happy and so are your frat brothers. This bitch is a very good girl, knows how to please. She knows better than to disappoint me. You're going to have a very good time with her."

He stands. He walks to me and pulls my panties down just below my cheeks. He slaps my butt hard.

"Is this not the perfect ass?"

He returns to the couch, sits. My butt exposed, I arch my back to show myself off, panties down just below my cheeks.

He snaps his fingers, points to the room I came from. I hurry to leave, panties still dangling. I can hear them talk as I leave.

"You cannot hurt him, cannot damage him. You can spank him, paddle, belt maybe, whatever. But you cannot damage him. He'll do anything you tell him to so. Suck, fuck, French your ass, anything. Just have him back to me in one piece by 2am. If you keep him longer it's $500 for each hour or fraction of. Clear?"

"We are clear."

I hear them come toward me. My boyfriend laughs loud as he enters the room.

"His panties still down, see? I told you. This bitch does nothing without me telling him to. Princess, pull up your panties. You're going with these boys. You're going to a party. You be a good girl. You be a very fucking good girl." 

He ran his hand over my butt as I lowered my skirt.

"You know I will, Daddy."

They took me to their car, led me by my arm as I wobbled on my heels trying to keep up with them. 

I rode in the back seat all the way to their fraternity house. They said nothing to me, didn't even look at me. When we arrived and they took me into the huge house I saw the only ones at the party were a bunch of men and me. I heard the catcalls and laughter as soon as I was taken into the house. I knew I was going to be the party. I counted twelve men and could hear others in other rooms.

I was led upstairs to a large bedroom as soon we arrived. I was told to take off my dress and panties and to get onto the bed. Five men in the room, watching. That is how it started. 

At first they took turns coming and going from the room, one at a time. But as they drank more two or three at a time would have me. I lost count after being fucked fifteen times, more. The drunker they got the more open they were about fucking me, using my mouth and rear. One man spanked me hard, made me cry, told me that if I got off the bed he'd slap my face. I stayed on the bed. He left marks on me. I didn't know if my boyfriend would mind or not. I said nothing, just cried as he held me by my balls and spanked me as I screamed in front the others. I was fucked non-stop for over four hours.

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We walked out of the fraternity house to his car, several boys leering at me as I walked past them and to the door. One of them came up to me and ran his hand over my rear end. Smiled as I left the house.

"You know, I'm not that bad a guy. I'm actually a nice guy. You probably don't think that after tonight."

He talks to me as he drives me home. We are in his car driving out of his driveway. I say nothing. I sit and look out the window.

"Do you hate what we did to you?"

"No. I like what you did to me. If I didn't I would not have done it."

I look at him. He's a scared college boy. He's all alone right now, not with his fraternity brother 'support group'.

"I do what I do for my man because I love being his and doing what he tells me to do. I love being owned and used by him. And I love being a whore. Everything you and your friends did to me tonight, I enjoyed. Does that make it less fun for you?"

He looked slightly embarrassed. I put my hand on his leg.

"I even liked the part where I got spanked and cried. It really hurt. It still does."

I moved over and kissed his cheek, ran my hand up his inner thigh.

"Want me to suck your dick again, baby? I'll do it while you drive? I will."

I put my hand on his cock. He was hard.

"Not now. When we get to your house, maybe."

I could tell he was slightly afraid of me. He's away from the group now, not part of the gang. The peer group is gone. So was his bravado.

"I like you. I think you're cute. When I went down on you back there in front of your friend I loved it. You made me wet. And I liked the way you fucked me. Don't think I didn't feel that, honey. You didn't get lost with others. I remember you and that cock and how you worked it deep inside of me. I think you're cute and I think you have a very nice cock. I want you."

I moved away from him, took my hand off his leg after running my hand up over the bulge in his pants. I looked back out the window.

"I want to do things for you again. I hope you want that too. With or without your frat boy friends, I want you to fuck me. Just you."

He laughed.

"They want you again. Count on it. We've never done anything like that before. What would you call it? A transgender gang bang?"

I laughed loud.

"I'm hardly transgender, honey. Gang bang, yes. I live for this dirty lifestyle, baby doll. You have no idea. 'Sissy girl' is what I am, what I do. Way beyond whore."

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got to my house I turned on the seat and faced him. 

"I like you. I want you to come inside? My boyfriend won't be in touch with me until tomorrow."

I leaned into him and put my hand on his cock.

"Your boyfriend won't get mad? Charge me another $500?"

I kissed his cheek. 

"I'm very wet right now, my little thing is staining my panties. I want you between my legs and on top of me, want my legs up around your back. I want to be naked underneath you, baby doll. And don't freak out, I want to kiss you with you on top of me, want you to French kiss me deep. I want this to be the perfect end to a perfectly kinky evening. Come on. Take me inside. Do that for me. It's the least a big strong man like you can do for little girl like me."

He turned off his car, got out and came around and opened my door for me. We went into my house. In minutes he was in my bed. He actually made love to me, kissed me, felt me up all over and fucked me like I was a real girl. He was wonderful.

When he left I kissed him goodbye at the door, told him I would not tell anyone he was gay. That made him laugh.

After he left, me still dripping his cum, one more time, his cum running down my leg, I called my boyfriend.

"I made you very proud tonight, Daddy. My first gang bang at a frat house, super hot! And I know I pleased them all very much. And I made sure that the boy that set it up will do it again if you want that. He thinks he's special. He just left my house. I took very good care of him for you, Daddy. I fucked him extra special. He may even be in love with me. We'll see."

He laughed hard on the other end of the phone. I knew I pleased him. It's what he expects from me. And it's what I live for.