Thank You Mistress

Mistress forced her cock deep inside my sissy cunt and held it there until my spasms stopped and my sissy cummy subsided. She then pumped her cock twice and removed it from my ass with a pop.

"My sissy bitch loves to be fucked, doesn't she, sweetie?" Mistress knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.

"Yes Mistress," I responded.

"Yes Mistress?"

"I fuck your tight little sissy cunt until you spurt like a bitch and that's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry Mistress . . . yes, I do love to be fucked."

"Then what do you say, Bitch?"

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you for fucking your worthless sissy."

"That's better. Now clean up your mess," Mistress commanded, clearly enjoying her total control of the situation.

I looked back between my legs to see that my swelled clitty was still dripping my sissy cream, so I wiped the creamy slit and licked my fingers clean. Looking to the hardwood floor, it was easy to see that as long and intense as my orgasm had felt, it was obvious that I had been spurting the entire time. Large pools of sticky cum were splattered in a pattern of white creaminess. I bowed low, eagerly slurping and sucking up the gobs of jism and cleaned the floor with my tongue.

"Well, you're an obedient bitch. I'll give you that," Mistress said with a chuckle.

"That's good. Now come here, sissy."

I turned and crawled over to Mistress. She was standing tall, her smooth shapely legs spread shoulders wide, her hands on her hips. Looking down at me, Mistress smiled. "You're my bitch now, Crissi . . . Sissy Crissi."

"All dressed in white for your first fucking. Well, there's only one first. Such a sweet little virgin cunt, but no more -- you're just another sissy bitch now!"

My Mistress had been very good to me. She was right, I was her bitch, and I had begged her to make it so. She had treated me to my first fucking and had even handled my clitty -- for the first time since I had become her sissy. I would do anything she commanded.

The night ended like every other night that week -- with me servicing my Mistress' lovely pussy until she was tired of cumming and dismissed me. After helping Mistress to undress and prepare for bed, I was allowed to change into my nightie and curl up at the foot of the bed.

Laying there, on the floor, the only padding coming from a small throw rug, I thought back about the past week. My entire life had changed in a period of 5 days. I was both relieved and terribly afraid of what might happen. I was both aroused and ashamed. What would happen next? Where would this all lead?

I couldn't even pretend to be a real man anymore. For 5 days in a row, my beautiful wife had seen me dress like a slut and prance around our house like a flaming fruitcake. She had teased me about being a sissy faggot cocksucker and watched as my useless little clitty grew rock hard. I had deep throated her latex prick while she fucked my throat until I creamed like a bitch in heat. She had fed me my own cum, which I savored with wonton glee. I had even begged to be fucked, allowed her to milk my clitty and hungrily licked my cum from the big black cock she wore between her legs.

There would be no more pretenses. Mistress Samantha now knew fully well who she was married to. I hoped she wouldn’t ruin my life, for I would be ruined if all the people in my life found out what a pathetic little cunt I really was, but I was helpless to resist her domination. She was my superior, and I had always known it. I was now willingly her sissy bitch, and I would have it no other way.

I closed my eyes and thought about how Mistress had fucked my sissy ass. I thought about how she knew how to push my buttons, about how she could get me to do anything. I fantasized that maybe we could find some real man to provide Mistress with the pleasure I could not, and yes, of course, I dreamt that he would allow this sissy to suck his manly cock and for the first time ever enjoy the thrill of a real cock erupting delicious cum into my hungry mouth.

My clitty was straining in my panties when I heard Mistress . . .

“Go to sleep now, sweetie. I have a big day planned for you tomorrow.”

What might she mean? What was next? It would be our first full day without work since my “discovery.” My heart raced as I contemplated the possibilities, but somehow I trusted Mistress Samantha — I had to. She had proven her control. I was her bitch, her sissy bitch, and I had no pride left. She would do with me as she saw fit.

I closed my eyes and finally fell asleep.


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