0 comments/ 100219 views/ 3 favorites His Slave By: Dingy_Jo Why shouldn't we have sex? Is it the 23 year difference in our ages? I love him and he loves me. At 54 he is distinguished, handsome and virile, while I, at 31, am at the peak of my sexuality. His experience, tenderness and understanding make him an ideal lover. He has the ability to take me from peak to peak of erotic ecstasy. He never asks more than I am willing to give, and he always gives me his all. Many a younger man would do well to study his techniques. He was already a widower when my husband left me for some 18 year old cheerleader. With no place else to go, I moved in with him. At first the relationship was platonic. Slowly it developed into a sexual one. I think the first time in happened was when he came into the kitchen on a Saturday morning while I was preparing lunch. He slipped his hands around my waist from behind and kissed me on the neck. I know that it was an innocent gesture on his part but I just stood there, with my head tilted a little to the side, letting the waves of sensuality wash over me. I took his hands from my waist and put them on my breasts. I could feel myself getting wet when his mouth and hot breath encountered my ear. I turned around, put my arms around his neck and kissed him. Not the kiss of friend, but the kiss of a full grown woman who hadn't had sex in almost a year. While we were kissing, I was pushing my self against him and could feel his erection growing. I let my hand slide down until I could feel it through his trousers. That very first-time we moved into the bedroom and had straight missionary style sex. I sat on the edge of the bed, and undid his belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I fondled his massive cock for only a moment before I laid back and slid out of my shorts and panties. He entered me with the greatest of care, my juices lubricating the way. It took only a few long, slow, gentle strokes for me to lose any inhibitions I had and reach my first climax with a partner in almost a year. He continued to pump for a couple of minutes before he threw his head back, closed his eyes and with a low moan, shot his cum deep inside of me. I don't think that he had sex since he became a widower. I know he had not dated during the time I lived with him. Over the past few months, our inhibitions have melted away so that now we enjoy every aspect of sex. We have begun to experiment with domination. Although we are both strong personalities I think it works best when he is master and I am slave. This afternoon when he came home from work, I was wearing the skimpiest out fit I could find and, of course, my slave collar. As tired as he was, I could see his eyes light up when I met him at the door with his martini. I led him to his favorite chair, sat him down and kneeling in front of him, remove his shoes. "Have you done something I should know about?" He asked, eyeing me with a little grin. "No master, I just want to please you" I replied without looking up. "Well, go ahead, please me. Let's see if you know what I like." "Yes master, come with me." I led him into the darkened bedroom that I had prepared for him and this evening of pleasure. There were small bowls of delicious finger foods, with candles and aromatic incense burning. Carefully I undressed him as he stood there, caressing each part of his body as it became bare. His cock was still half soft when I knelt in front of him and took it in my mouth. By licking up and down the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head, taking it deep into my throat and fondling his balls I soon had him completely erect. I had him lay on the bed and poised myself over him so I could lower my dripping pussy onto his cock. I started my up-and-down ride very slowly but within minutes he was thrusting upward so hard that I was in danger of falling off. At the very last minute, when I knew his climax was imminent, I quickly dismounted and took him into my mouth again. The taste of his cum mixed with the flavor of the juice from my pussy was delicious. It's indeed unfortunate that he missed out on this treat when he put his tongue on my clitoris and made me come. I wish we could be married, but there are laws concerning incest. His Slave I walk up the driveway, quivering in anticipation. My hands shake slightly as I take the cool brass door handle and turn it. I step inside and it's dark. Very dark. The only illumination comes from the streetlight behind me, and that isn't nearly enough to allow my eyes to adjust to their sudden blindness. I close the door softly, maybe as a futile attempt to be quiet and go unnoticed. It does not succeed when the door is shut and I hear your voice command out of the darkness. "Slave! Strip!" I quickly and immediately draw my shirt over my head and unfasten and take off my pants. I hesitate for a second and then rip off my bra and panties, leaving me cold, blind, and naked in your domain. "On your hands and knees. Now!" I drop immediately to the position I was commanded to, and wait in the cold entry hallway. My pussy is already growing very wet with excitement, and it is so distracting that I do not notice anyone coming from behind me, presumably from the dining room shadows. You grab my hair from behind and force my head back, making me gasp in terror and excitement. You take this opportunity to plunder my open mouth, kissing it hard and fast, taking what you want. Then, the blindfold that was waiting patiently in your other hand is roughly tied over my eyes, shutting out what little light my eyes had began to perceive. I give a small cry of surprise, and receive a slap across my face. "Bitch! Did I say that you could speak?" I shake my head no, then feel something small and cool slip around my neck. My collar. You fasten it as tight as it will go, which makes it just a little bit difficult to breathe. My pussy is dripping by now, the excitement of the collar just intensifying it even more. After the collar is on, you fasten a small leash to the link, and yank - hard - in the direction you want me to go. Still I can't see, and have to rely on your mercy and guidance to tell me where I am going. I finally feel carpet under my now-sore knees. "Assume the position!" you command roughly. I scramble to rest my weight on my knees alone, head bent down submissively, and my hands clasped behind my back. I hear you chuckled deeply, almost sinisterly, as you pat my head and say, "Good girl." I smile slightly at the compliment before my mouth forms an 'o' of shock at the feel of small ropes encircling my hands. I keep silent, however, having learned that lesson earlier. You seem to sense this, and tell me, "You may not speak, bitch, unless you are addressing an order I have given you." Even knowing this, the urge to cry out intensifies as you continue with the rope, using it to bind my tits as well. After you are finished, you use two fingers to tilt my head up towards yours. "Open your mouth, slave." Your tone is always commanding and dominating - everything you know that will drive me wild. I open wide and your hands come to grip the back of my head, and I am forced forward to your cock. "Suck it, slut." "Yes, Master." I take it in my mouth greedily and begin to lick up and down the shaft, trying to swallow as much of it as I can. "Yessssssss..." you hiss. Your favorite part is when I swirl my tongue around the head, and you groan with pleasure when I do so. Soon, however, my sucking is not enough for you, and you place your hands on my head again and begin to fuck my mouth with your cock. Your pace is fast, and I can tell you don't care if I can breathe or not. I gag a couple of times before you pull out and again yank my head back. "Keep that mouth open, you whore. I never said you could close it," you order as you reach over to the table next to you and grab what you were looking for. "Yes, Master." My eyes move behind the blindfold as I try to figure out what you are doing, but it is obvious that you are not going to tell me until it happens. And when it does, it is you forcing something rounded and uncomfortable into my mouth. It's new, and my brain can't quite comprehend what it is until you fasten the straps around my head. You've given me a ball gag. You remove the blindfold, wanting me to see what awaits me, knowing I cannot scream for help any longer. After the gag is firmly in place, and my blindfold removed, you grab my leash and direct me forward. Hands and tits still bound, you lead me upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, you throw me onto the bed hard, and I land on my side. You flip me over to my stomach, grinning sadistically at the frantic, panicked noises I am making through my gag. You then place a few pillows under my stomach, which lifts my ass into air. Then the fun begins. "You like that, don't you bitch?" you ask in a hard voice. I moan around the gag, unable to fully answer yes or no. But you know what my answer would be. My pussy has not been touched once this entire encounter, and you know that the waiting is driving me insane. You kiss up and down my back, leaving small marks here and there, and sometimes straying near my cunt, but never giving me the satisfaction of any stimulation to it. Then, all of a sudden, something cool and hard is pressed up against my clit. And it is moving. You slide the vibrator against my most sensitive of places, and I am practically mad with pleasure. Then, you dish out a most excruciating order. "You are not to cum until I say you can, slave." Now I am panicked, because I am so close. My muscles clench as I try to ward off the impending orgasm. At the last second, right before it seems that my control will give out completely, you mercifully take the toy away, causing relief to flood into my body. Relief, however, is short-lived. Soon, I feel your cock pressing against my dripping pussy, and your hands move around to cup my tits. You are half on top of me, pressing my bound hands into my back in the most agonizing way. "Ready, whore? This may hurt a bit. In fact, I hope it does." With that, in one quick and hard thrust, you enter me, and my mind shatters with pleasure. It takes all of my willpower to obey your orders. You fuck me hard and fast, and in seconds I am screaming around the gag because it feels so good. You are grunting with abandon, and right before you lose your control, you murmur, "You can cum now, bitch. Do it, my slave. CUM!" The order pushes me over the edge and I do. My pussy contracts around your cock as I shudder with my release, causing you to shoot your load into me. Exhausted, you collapse on top of me, hands lightly stroking my hair down to my collar. After you are sated, you undo my bindings and remove the gag. You leave the collar on and wrap us both in blankets, with me in your arms. Before falling asleep, I hear you whisper to me. "You've been a good slave tonight." "Thank you, Master. His Slave Lisa looked up at the clock. 4:15pm. Damn! She thought. She knew she couldn't leave until after five, and she was already throbbing. She fingered the slave collar He had placed on her a week ago and flashed back to that moment. They had just finished a very hot session, and he had come all over her face. He traced his finger down her cheek to her lips, and told her to lick him clean. He told her to go shower, He had something for her. She did as he said, she always had, right from the start. He had some kind of control over her she had never felt before, but when he called she would start to cream and throb. When she came out of the bathroom all clean and wrapped in her towel he stood at the foot of her bed with a package in His hands. "Drop the towel, and get on your knees," he said in his quiet voice. She complied immediately. Her first thought was he wanted her to suck Him hard again. He opened the small box and withdrew the circle of metal. "This," He said as he touched the metal to her neck, "is the sign that you are mine, and you will always, always do as you're told." He fastened the collar to her neck, then pressed his hands around it to seal it. She looked up at him, her eyes shining. He had already trained her to look into his face, not at his chest, not at his cock, unless she was specifically told to. "Now you may kiss my cock." She leaned forward and touched the head of his cock with her soft lips. She didn't dare do more, he had trained her so well. "You may kiss my balls," she did. "You may kiss my feet," she did. She stayed on her knees, her mouth touching his feet until he told her to stand. She stood facing him as his hands slid over her ass and came to rest on her hips. He pulled her closer and his mouth found the pulse in her neck just above her collar bone. He bit just hard enough that her body reacted. His hands found her breasts, he squeezed hard. His fingers found her nipples already hard, and pinched them hard, then he bit them one at a time. He turned her around and she bent over, her hands on the edge of the bed. He whacked her ass once, twice. She moaned, her clit was already throbbing, Her legs were spread wide to give him the view of her pussy and ass he liked the best. He slid his had over her ass cheeks then down her crack over her tight ass, then her wet pussy, finally finding her throbbing clit, he squeezed it hard. She could feel an orgasm building, but didn't dare let it come until he gave her permission. He put two fingers in her hot pussy, and she fought not to let her knees hit the bed. He would only allow her to brace herself with her hands as he started to fuck her. "Tell me," he ordered. "Please, Master, fuck me," she moaned. "Where do I fuck you," he asked, knowing what she would tell him. "Fuck my hot cunt, Master," she cried. "No," he said, the wicked grin sounding in his voice. "I think you need your tight little ass fucked." "Yes Master," she agreed. She would always agree. He had trained her. He stepped up to aim his cock to her ass, and she stood very still. She wasn't allowed to move until he told her she could. He moved back a bit and slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy, he thrust once, twice, and she started to shake, but she didn't move. "You're a good little whore," he said as he slapped her ass cheek, "you can come once before I fuck your tight ass." She pushed back into him as he thrust again and again, his hand fisted in her hair. He slapped her ass again and she screamed with her orgasm. He pulled out of her then, and thrust into her ass. She moaned as he stayed still for a second. Then he began to thrust hard, over and over. He pulled on her slave collar as he shot his load into her tight ass, and she screamed again with another orgasm. When he finished he pushed her face down onto the bed and headed for the shower. She knew not to move. She laid there listening to the water run, wishing he had invited her to come wash him as he had done so many times during her training. She stayed still as he came back into the bedroom. He stood quiet for a minute looking at her, enjoying her obedience. "Come here," he said. She scrambled up off the bed to stand before him. "On your knees," he said. She knelt. "Don't ever take it off," he fingered the collar. "I'll know if you do." "Yes Master." she said. Lisa knew she had to be ready for him when he called her tonight. She looked up at the clock again. 4:45. Damn IT!! His Slave He's kept naked. He's not allowed to wear any clothing at all, has none in my house. The only thing he wears, and he wears it all the time, not allowed to even touch it, is a CB-6000 and metal collar. If I think he's touched it, played with him self through his chastity tube, he's whipped. When he's rewarded with my hand his wrists are secured either behind his back with locking cuffs or to the metal collar locked around his neck. I own his pathetic little penis. And it is little, never ceases to amuse me to see it push up out of his harness when I take that off of him. Eager little hard on waiting for my hand, he's always ready. No bigger than my little finger, looks so funny to see it stand up at attention when I have him stand in front of me, ask politely for his reward. I reward him usually twice a month, rarely more. And only if he's done what he is supposed to do perfectly. He keeps my house in order. He does all the cooking, does all my cleaning and laundry. And he still does the accounting I need done for my business, that's what he was when I started using him like this, he's my accountant. The part I like best is he only speaks when spoken too. I know he hates that, has things he wants to say to me at times. But he knows better. Frustrating him is a major turn on for me. To see his eyes look to the floor when I give him the 'look', look at him like I'm going to take him to his punishment room, such a turn on for me. He does not like going that that room. I know he fantasizes all the S&M things his dirty little mind can come up with but when it's actually happening he hates it. And I make sure he does. That is what really turns me on. It always makes me want to fuck him right there on the spot, seeing him cry and beg. But punishment is a serious part of his life now and I have to take that into consideration. I don't mix sex with lesson time. If at all, it's to underscore his pathetic position. I don't use him for my pleasure when he's being punished, that's another of his responsibilities. I use him for my pleasure in so many ways. He doesn't sleep with me, sleeps in his own room, his slave quarters. Although I use him in my bed he's never allowed to sleep there after. That little hole of his, that tight little boy-like ass, finds its way into my bed at least twice a day, sometimes more. I don't think there's been even one day that he's been a servant in my home that he has not been fucked at least twice. I get so turned on seeing him do his submissive thing I have to fuck him at least twice a day, can't help myself. There are several things that lead to instant whipping and not being ready to be instantly taken, to not offer up his easily accessable rear is one of them. That's one of his major responsibilities, to keep his ass slippery and available, keep it ready. He keeps his hole lubricated with K-Y jelly. He's been trained to keep it ready for penetration but not to be messy, if I spread his cheeks and see any excessive lubricant he's whipped. And if I feel even a slight bit of resistance should I push a finger in fast, other than the normal tightness of his hole, if he's not 'wet and ready' when I push that finger or my cock into him, he's whipped. And I've had to do that just to underscore his duty to me, wanted to fuck him but let him think about his transgression restrained over the whipping horse in his punishment room crying instead. That's part of why I don't use him for sex when he's being punished—I'm angry with him. When he displeases me it angers me greatly. Punishing him is, I must admit, a turn on. That gets me hot to, jacking off thinking about punishing him, knowing he's restrained and crying in my basement. Have to laugh when I see the panic and hear his begging and apology, him knowing there is nothing he can say or do to escape the trip to the basement. And I know he works hard to avoid it. Only two other people know about him and his relationship to me. His ex-wife and a photographer friend of mine, she knows exactly what he is to me. My photo friend has seen him do many very dirty things, taken picture evidence of it. He knows I have a submissive to pose for pictures but doesn't know the full extent of his submission. I've let him use the slave for oral sex after a photo session but never his rear end. That belongs to me. And what a beautiful rear end he has. He's small in stature, not short but fem like. He's in very good shape, that's part of his chore regimen too, stay tight and fit for me. His rear is what they call a bubble butt, round and firm. I can get his ass in one hand, comes in handy when I put him over my lap and spank him. And his hole is unbelievable. He's tighter and more fun to fuck than any woman I've ever been with. Incredibly tight, it's almost hard to get it into him even when lubricated. I love that about him. He is not completely comfortable with the size of my cock and I know he has discomfort when he's fucked in certain ways. That always causes him to tighten his hole, causes him to squirm. And that is the most erotic thing I've ever felt on my cock. When I hear that soft whimper like sound he makes when servicing me I know he'll grip the entire length of my cock and hold it tight. I told his ex-wife about that and she laughed so hard, said that his little dick never made her do that, said she was glad I'd found a use for him. And he's baby smooth, another demand that leads to whipping if he's not. Run my hand over his butt, feels like a little girl. He's shaved smooth and soft top to bottom. When ever I come home, when ever I enter a room he's in, I always take time to run my hands over his legs, crotch and rear. He knows he's being inspected. Feel him tense when I walk to him, feel him tense when my hand goes to his naked body. And he's good with oral too. He gives the best blowjob I've ever had. He lives to do that. That is another reward for him, being allowed to suck my cock. I remember the first time he did it, that's when I found out about his very dirty mind and his submissive side. Sucked my in my car in my business parking lot, he wasn't anything like he is now. He'll never go back to that, he's mine now. "Come here, baby." He looks up from the floor. He's been standing in the corner, his eyes down turned, waiting for me to decide what's next for him this evening. He hurries to me, stands in front of me and looks back down at his feet, eyes to the floor. "You may speak." I reach forward run my hand around behind him, cup his naked ass. "Did you miss, Daddy today?" I pet him, see him start to get excited, gently cup and squeeze his tight cheeks. "Oh yes, you know I do. All I think about is being naked and in front of you." He looks at me as he speaks. I smile back up at him. "I know. Want to put it in your mouth, baby?" I see his little dick start to strain at it's locked chastity harness, it's an instant reaction. I run my fingers up the crack of his rear. "Oh yessss, please, you know it's all I think about, Daddy. Please...let me please you, Daddy...please..." He's gushing. I let him do it. He keeps his hands at his sides, I know he wants to drop to his knees and start taking my pants down. I know what he wants. I sit back in my chair. I feel myself get instantly rock hard looking at this total sissy bitch in front of me. I think about taking him to the basement and whipping him, turning the tables on him so to speak, but let that thought go. "On your knees, baby, I'll let you do that for me." I stare at him as he kneels in front of me. "Baby, do you know how many times I've let you do this for me, have any idea how many times I've cum in that mouth?" He looks at me, looks puzzled. "At least every other day, sometimes days in a row, you know I'll never stop wanting to do this for you, many hundreds, maybe even thousands of times." I laugh out loud, it scares him. "Probably thousands, baby." I undo my belt, unfasten my pants and pull them down just enough to expose the head of my cock. I'm hard, want to cum, pre-cum all over the tip of my dick. I ease up on the chair, let my pants and underwear go to my ankles, sit back down on the cushion. I stare at him. His penis has to hurt, it's straining at the CB-6000, see his little balls turn red. My erection is throbbing, red and standing straight up. "Well?" I stare at him. "Please, Daddy, please, please...let me suck you, please..." He begs as he's been trained to do, even a hint of insincerity on his part and it's a trip to the punishment room. "Come on, what are you waiting for, baby? Put me in you mouth." I barely have time to snap my fingers when he moves toward me. He leans forward, feel his mouth close around me, feel that thing he does with the tip of his tongue across the head of it, up my hole...fuck, he's good at this! "Oooooooooooo, fuck, oooo...you dirty little bitch. Don't you stop, yes!" And he does not stop. He'll suck me all night long if I let him, until his mouth is raw. I've never taken him to that point. But he's sucked me for over an hour, close to two. He lives for this. Completely submissive little cocksucker, and he's mine all mine. And he does drives me crazy, I think to myself as push my ass against the back of the chair. I just sit and watch him work to please me, do his job, so fucking hot! I let him have his fun, how could I not? It feels so good! And he does take his time with the best oral technique, long slow full strokes, licking and sucking up the shaft. When I want to cum all I have to do is pat the back of his head firmly. He knows what I expect. He makes a tight little suction cup between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, runs his tongue tightly all over the hole of my cock when he does that. He sucks hard, holds just the head of it in place and then starts to pump up and down rapidly, pushes the end of the head up against the back of his mouth as he does that. It's his best technique. He jacks me off like that. And when he does that I can not resist cumming, within minutes. I've tried, can't. It's the most erotic thing he does. Tonight I do something he doesn't like, but I do. I pat the back of his head firmly, slap him, let him know it's time to milk me. And then I say what he doesn't want to hear. "Don't you swallow, you swallow even a drop and I'll whip you." I push my back against the chair as I start to cum in his mouth. "Fuck, I never get tired of that mouth, baby...you sweet little bitch, you little cocksucker!" I fill his mouth with cum, some drips out he hurries to catch it with his hands. He has to, any goes down his throat and he'll go to the basement. When I finish I push his head away, push him off me. He goes back onto his knees and stares at the floor. His mouth is full of me, his cupped hands hold some of it too. "Do you have things to do, chores unfinished?" He nods 'yes', looks to his hands. I pull my pants up. look at him as I zip and fasten my pants. "Spit it into your hands, bitch." He does it instantly, spits my cum into his cupped hands. I stand. "Rub it all over your face, you know how I like to look at you some times. And what do you say, baby?" "Thank you, Daddy, thank you." He smears my cum all over his face, across his mouth. He hurries to put his cum stained hands back at his sides as he kneels. "You're very welcome." I walk passed him. "I'm through with you now." He knows not to speak anymore. "Finish your work, laundry I think you were working on, ironing too. I'm going to fuck you later tonight. You listen for my bell ringing. I'll be in my room, don't want to be disturbed until then." I snap my fingers twice and watch him scurry to the basement stairs, to the laundry room. I think to myself what a fantastically hot ass he has as he swishes along, it's like a woman's ass. But still male, like a young boy too, he's got some very hot and pornographic dirty pictures to prove that. I smile as I think about that, watch him go. Very hot indeed, I watch it wiggle as he walks to the stairs, see the fading welts across the backs of his legs just below his cheeks. Think to myself, I own that ass. I feel my cock start to get hard again, just slightly, feel it in my pants. I think about going into the laundry room and just fucking him right there, right now. I decide to go upstairs and have a drink instead. I'll take care of that later tonight. His Slave Boy 'Good Wife' I called before I got home. He answered on the first ring. He knows better than to not answer immediately. Before he could say anything I cut him off in mid-sentence. "Naked, at the door in just a pair of sexy heels, nothing else, I want you. I'm hard in my pants thinking of your submissive little ass. Your makeup and hair better be perfect, little boy, fucking perfect. I want that ass." I hung up before he said a word. I could feel my cock throb in my pants, could feel the wet spot at the end of it. I knew that put him in a panic, having to change quickly out of his domestic house-girl outfit and redo his makeup, his Master coming home an early. Him, not knowing if I'm an hour away or minutes away, I smiled to myself thinking of his no doubt frantic state of mind. When I entered my house he was at the door as ordered with that submissive eyes-to-the-floor look that makes my dick hard instantly. His hair and makeup were, as ordered, perfect. He would be a passable barely legal girl if it were not for that little penis of his sticking out in front of him in his cock cage. He is, as always, baby smooth and soft, the perfect sissy. I firmly lead him by the wrist to the basement, quickly, as soon as he closes the door behind me. He is naked expect for 3" high heel shoes and his locked CB-6000 penis restraint. His shoes are the prefect heel length for what I want to do with him. And the open toes show off his pink manicured toenails, thin little ankle straps complete the 'piece of sissy candy' picture. He feels my hand in the small of his back as I push him up to the wall. He feels the cold steel of the eye-hooks at chest height on the wall as I take a key to tiny padlocks hooked to them and unfasten them. I unlock them and then relock and restrain him by his permanent tiny gold nipple rings to them. He is facing the wall, his nipples pulled slightly up and locked firmly in place. If his cute little shoes were removed he'd have to stand up high on his toes to accommodate the eye hooks he is locked to. I can see goosebumps rise on his naked rear end as I softly run my hand up between his legs from behind. I feel his naked soft and smooth thighs against my probing hand. I feel the heat of his crotch. I stroke, pet and inspect him briefly before I gently take his penis cage in my hand and unlock it. I pull it off of him so fast he cries out. His small boy-like penis falls free of it, 'snaps' back against him as the cage pulse free. I drop the cock harness to the floor at his feet in front of him. I cup him with my hand and feel his penis spring to life. He goes hard almost instantly. I run my hand over him as I cup his butt, moving up close to him. I see him start to breathe deeply, see him close his eyes lost to it all. His erection sticks straight up as I pull back and away from him. I admire this 'work in progress' in front me. I admire and savor the sissy sex slave I own and use at will. I see his little barely 3 ½" inch erection bob, throb and bounce, bump against the wall. I smile to myself and think, 'my always ready little man'. Then he feels my hand come down across his right cheek so hard and fast that it makes him cry out loud. He rises up onto his toes. I lean in toward him, up close. I put my mouth to his ear and whisper as the loud 'slap' across his butt reverberates off the basement playroom mirrored walls. "You couldn't be prettier than you are right now." I kiss his cheek as I pet his bare butt, cup and squeeze it. He is shivering slightly, covered in goose bumps. He is where he craves to be. I pat him. "Reach up and pinch your nipples with your hands. Don't take them away until I tell you too. If you move your hands away I'll put a neck collar on you, restrain your wrists to it and whip you." I keep patting his butt gently as I say that to him, hear him mumble through excited breathy tone, 'Yes, Sir...yes...'. I don't have to say it but he knows I'm thinking 'good boy' as his hands rise to the bottom of his chest, fingers up around his taught and stretched nipples. He holds them up and out and pushes them to the wall. I undress, tossing my clothing to a chair against the back wall. I see the two of us in the mirror, me naked behind him. I see that delightful little rock hard erection of his in the mirror. I see him struggling to hold his nipples up as ordered. He is always hot for what I do with him. I smile. I look to my 9" rock hard cock moving and wet in front of me. I run my hand over it as I look at the two of us in the mirror. I've been hard in my pants ever since I called him from my car and told to be ready for me. I move to a table and take k-y jelly from it. I slowly rub a hand full of it over my cock. I put a bit extra on the middle finger of my left hand. I quickly move to him and with my right hand I push my fingers into the crack of his rear end. I spread his cheeks apart just over his tight little hole. I feel them separate, see him quivering slightly. He whimpers, moans and closes his eyes. He feels me push my slippery middle finger up to his hole and just press it there firmly. I can feel him melt, submit to me completely. I move my index finger and thumb inside of the crack of his butt to expose it more. He feels my middle finger slip into him slightly, just to the first joint. I feel him clench tightly. I feel myself throb, feel precum drip from my cock as he whimpers those girly-like sounds he makes. I pull my finger back out slightly, not all the way, just a little bit, push it back in. I play with his rear end, make a small circle motion with my finger spreading his tight little hole all the way open. He feels me kiss his back, his shoulders gently as I push it in slowly all the way and hold it there. I feel him grip my finger tight and rise up on his toes as I push my fist up into the crack of his butt, my knuckles and fist holding him up high on the tips of his toes. "Stay up on your toes, sissy boy. Don't you fucking move and inch." I start to finger fuck him slowly and methodically. The only sound in the room is my finger moving in and out of him, a long full length slippery sound. That and his breathing, gasping, whimpers and moans fill the room. I fuck him for ten minutes straight like that. Long and slow, I watch him move to my fist, watching him move slightly from toe to toe. He knows better than to come back down onto his heels until I tell him to. I feel his tight little hole open and close tightly around my finger. The head of my wet cock rubs up against the side of his naked smooth leg, the side of his hip. I feel like I could make myself cum like that. I pull my finger out of him. I hear him cry out as I do, a short little yelping sound. As I move to the back of him he feels my erection press up against his cheeks, spread them slightly as the length of my cock presses up between them. "Reach back with your right hand and put me in you." He can feel my breath on his ear and neck, feel me pressed up against him and into the crack of his rear, pinning him to the wall. I feel his hand move back and close around me. I feel him take my cock in his hand. I feel him try to guide the head of it to his little hole. He knows better than to let it slip, not hold such that it will enter him. He'll be paddled hard, whipped, if that happens. He knows that that all too well. I feel just the head of it enter him as he moans softly then cries out loud. I feel my cock 'pop' into him, feel his hole close around the head or it as he opens for me. I feel him guide it into himself as he holds my shaft in place. I feel his hand still on me tightly as I push halfway into him, feel my balls press up against his hand. As he feels me very slowly push up and into full length I feel him totter slightly on his toes." "Put your hand back where it belongs. You may come down onto heels." I put my teeth on his neck, bite him gently as I slap his butt. I feel him shake and quiver quickly. I feel myself push deep into him, hear him gasp slightly as he comes down off of his toes and back onto the floor. I feel the tip of my cock at the deepest part of his ass. His hand back at his breast, I bite his neck harder, kiss his shoulder as I hold myself perfectly still and deep inside of him. I look to the side, see us in the mirror. He cannot come back down all way onto his heels. My cock has him impaled on the end of it. He could not be prettier. And he could not be more 'mine', more owned. I hear him whimper as I hold him up like that for a couple of minutes just watching him struggle in the mirror. I start to fuck. I feel that little hole open and close for me. I hear the noises he makes, the noises that make me want to not stop fucking him. I reach down and take his hips in my hand. I pull him back away from the wall slightly. My hands firm on him, he feels my fingertips dig into the sides of his butt. I hold him in place as I move in and out of him full length. He struggles to hold his nipples out tightly. He pinches them and pushes them to the wall as he bounces. I fuck him like that for almost forty minutes. I stop only to push up deep into him, to feel him rise up onto his toes and squirm as he tries to move with me. He feels me start to fuck to cum. I hear him whimper as my fingers dig into him harder. I fuck him rapidly, sharp deep strokes. He hears me start to breath deep, grunting into the back of his hair, his shoulder as I slam into him. When I am ready to cum I pull out of him quickly, so quickly it hurts him slightly. I hear him cry out as my cock rips out of him. I feel the slipperiness of my hard on as I milk myself into my hand. I masturbate behind him and fill my cupped left hand with my cum. When I finish, when I milk myself completely to the last drop, I look at him from behind. I the slippery and messy crack up his boy-like round butt, see his nipples cupped and restrained to the wall. I see his makeup slightly running from tears in his eyes. His tiny erection faded, semi hard in front of him bounces as he shivers and shakes. I put my cupped hand to the side of his face, up toward his mouth. He doesn't have to be told. I watch as him open and eagerly swallow as I empty my cum filled hand into his mouth. He licks my hand clean anxiously. I stand and admire the picture before me. I walk to the table and take the key to his little padlocks. I unlock him from the wall. I lock the tiny padlocks to his nipple rings, let them dangle slightly like earrings, see them bounce as he moves. He feels me take his arm and turn him toward me. I pull him down firmly, make him go to his knees in front of me. I look down at him as he takes me into his mouth. I see his eyes look and meet mine. I watch as my soft semi erect cock is sucked clean. He looks up at me as sucks me, shiny pink lip gloss now being smeared all over his chin, my cock. I feel the tip of his tongue licking the hole of my cock, feel his hands on the back of legs just below my cheeks holding me in place as him cleans me, sucks me like the hungry little bitch he is. He is so eager, eager to be fed with what he is addicted to. He feels my hand on the side of his face. I pet him, stroke him. There is no place he'd rather be. I reach down and take his arm, pull him to his feet. I feel my cock pop out of his hungry mouth as I pull him off of me. I lead him the couch against the wall and I quickly sit. I pull him down and onto my lap. "Tell me." I look at him, see his flushed face. I see my cum on the side of his lips and chin. I put my hand on his now fully erect little penis. It feels so small in my hand, delicate. I feel it throb, pulse. "I love you. I love you and will do anything for you, Daddy." I see him turn to me, slight tear in his eye. "I am yours to do with as you please, Daddy. I'm yours completely. I love." I form a small ring with my index finger and thumb. I start to run the little head of his penis through it. He squirms slightly on my lap as I play with his precum around the hole. I cup his bare butt against my leg with my other hand and hold him firmly as I stroke him. He is like a barely legal teen boy. "Shhhhh, just sit quietly." His erection throbs deeply. My hand moving over it, I notice his eye makeup. It's perfect, model like even when slightly smeared with his tears. His huge lashes close as he starts to breath deeply. His pink lip gloss is smeared all over his chin. "You really are my favorite. Your wife is much appreciated but you are my absolute favorite. You are more girl than she is. You're 'good wife', little man." I laugh as I say that. "Cum for me. It's okay, I want that. Cum in my hand." I increase my hand motion on his erection. I feel him throb in my hand as he moves between my fingers. When he cums it doesn't spurt like a man would. It drips out of him and over the top of my hand. I feel him almost collapse, fall against my shoulder, feel his arm go up around my back to support himself to keep from falling off of my lap. That makes me laugh. He pumps against my hand, little girly motions, as he drips and wiggles on my lap. "Uhh, uhhhh, ayyee, uhhhh...oooooo..." His sissy-like sounds fill the room. When he finishes he goes soft, his little penis no more than 2" in my hand. I cup my hand over it. I feel my cock stir under his baby smooth butt as he squirms slightly on my lap. "Tell me." "I love you. I couldn't love you more. I am your slave. I love you, Daddy." I feel him push up against me. I scoop his cum up off of his lap, my leg, into my hand. I watch as he licks my hand clean a second time. "Your wife is coming over later tonight. I want you in something deeply sexy. You know what I like. Nothing that even hints of slutty, you know I like showing you off to her. Short, tight, black, sexy, elegant, you know what I like. You'll be serving us drinks before we go out." "I do. I know how to please you." I feel him sit up straight on my lap. "She'll be pleased with me and what I am for you." I slap his butt and see him rise up off of my lap as I push him gently toward the floor. I watch him mince to the wall and quickly put his cock harness back on, clicking it locked. I watch as he walks to the door, turns toward me and curtseys. I sit and watch him walk like the sissy super model he is for me. He is 100% sissy girl. 'He is cuter sexier than is wife', I think to myself. "I have house work to finish, Daddy. Thank you for fucking me. And thank you for letting me cum. I do love you. I really do. I know you know that. Thank you. Is there anything else I can do for you, anything?" I dismiss him with a wave of my hand and watch as he walks to the stairs. I feel myself get hard again thinking about it all. I think about much I love the fact that his wife gave him to me. I think about her and the things we've done with him. I masturbate alone on the couch. I watch myself in the mirror as I stroke my erect cock. I cum all over myself thinking about the way he looked up on his toes with my cock up his rear end so far that he could not come back down onto the floor. I relive the noises he makes when I do that to him. I also think about fucking his wife in my bed later tonight too, fucking her with him locked in his cage here in the basement. Or maybe I'll suspend him by his nipples again while I fuck her upstairs in the bedroom. I think about whipping him in front of her. She likes that. It always gets her super wet. I will decide later. As I move to the shower upstairs I see him doing his domestic chores. I tell him to clean up the basement as I pass him in the hall. I hear him mumble 'Yes, Sir, yes, Master.' and barely notice as he quickly curtseys and scampers toward the basement stair as I walk by him, lost in my thoughts.