Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Sissy's Undoing

Continued from "Troubles Begin"

Taking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that the delivery had run late, and I was immediately stressed at the fact that Mistress would be home shortly. I knew I didn't have time to shower, and there was certainly no time for much cleanup either. I just pealed the skin-tight jeans down, crumpled them up and buried them at the bottom of the hamper.

I carefully pulled the bright yellow panties down my legs, trying not to make any more mess. I washed the creamy jism away in the sink, squeezed what water I could from the satin fabric and tucked the still wet panties inside my jeans at the bottom of the dirty clothes.

Running back to the bathroom, I then washed myself as best I could at the sink, and freshened my makeup, especially my lipstick, which had obviously been left along the length of Ken's gorgeous cock. I quickly straightened my hair and then swung by my closet, slipping into a cute little frayed-hem denim skirt and then over to my dresser and pulled some fresh panties up over my little clitty before trotting to the linen closet for fresh bedding.

Once the bed was made, I scurried down the stairs to prepare for Mistress. By the time she arrived, I was at the door to meet her, drink in hand, like the good little sissy I so try to be. "Why thank you, crissi." Mistress seemed pleased as she made her way to the couch to sit down and enjoy her drink. "Come take my heels off, dear," she called.

 I followed along and dropped to my knees in front of Mistress. Lifting first one foot and then the other, I brought each to my lips to pay the homage that was due. Gently kissing her toes with my tongue and inner lips, to avoid any lipstick mess. I sucked her heel into my my mouth like a tiny little cock and thanked her for the privilege of being her obedient sissy slave. I slipped off one 5-inch heel after the other, and then sat one of her delicate feet on my thigh while I started massaging the other.

"Tell me, sweetie, was the mattress delivered as scheduled?"

"Yes, Mistress, it was a little late, but now it's all ready for you, just as you instructed," I said, hoping for some credit, as I continued to massage her feet.

"So, everything went well, with no mishaps?"

"Yes. Mistress, perfectly well."

"Then tell me, why aren't you wearing stockings?"

My head immediately raced. Mistress had set strict rules that if my legs were exposed, I would be wearing thigh-high stockings. And it wasn't just her rule to make sure I was always as feminized as possible; she knew that I preferred it that way too. So, what could I tell her? I was afraid that if I said I had run them, she would want to see the discarded stockings, but I couldn't think of anything else. "I got a run, Mistress, while I was preparing for the delivery and cleaning under the bed. I didn't have time to change before the delivery or after."

I knew my story was weak, and I was expecting to be reprimanded for a late start or lack of preparation, but Mistress just let it go. "And the delivery men, they must have been strong to muscle that mattress up the long stairs. Were they handsome too?"

What a mind fuck! Instead of just telling her, I immediately started running through scenarios of what she might think and what her next question might be. Confused and getting more nervous by the second, I decided on the truth . . . or at least a version of it.

"I suppose they were strong, and one guy, the younger of the two was sort of handsome." I hoped that would be the end of it, and it was -- for the moment. Mistress just totally dropped that too.

"Well then, let's go see my new mattress," was all Mistress Staci had to day, as she pulled her feet from me, slipped them into the Marabou slippers I had ready for her, and headed straight for the staircase.

Once in the bedroom, Mistress hurried over to the bed, kicked off her slippers and jumped on top of her new mattress. "This is perfect," she said, bouncing a bit and running her hands over the surface of the comforter, pushing down to feel the plush new mattress beneath.

"Come over here, sweetie. Don't you just love it?" Mistress moved to the center of the bed and patted the vacated side, beckoning me to come.

"Don't you just love it?" she asked again, as she pulled my hand down to feel the bed.

"Yes Mistress, I agree -- it is just perfect." Still wondering and worried about our conversation downstairs, and totally self-conscious about my bare legs, I was lost in thought and not really all there.

Mistress Staci then pulled both my hands down to the bed, and then pushed down on my shoulders, as she swung herself up and back onto her feet. Massaging my back while applying pressure to keep me bent over the edge of the bed, Mistress fumbled to slip her feet back into her slippers and then stood directly behind me, pressing her tummy against my partially exposed bottom.

Continuing to rub her hands up and down my back, Mistress reached under my peasant top and kneaded her thumbs into my always aching muscles. I moaned in response, hoping to passively urge her to keep it up, and keep it up she did. Before I knew it, Mistress Staci placed one hand under my skirt and started rubbing my panty covered ass. Soon my short skirt was pulled up to expose my entire bottom, and Mistress was firmly massaging my butt and thighs.

"Love the yellow panties, crissi dear. You've learned color coordination well," Mistress purred just before slipping an exploratory finger between my thighs. That single finger quickly became two, and then three, and a minute later, Mistress was alternating between playing with my puckering pussy and lightly caressing my little sissy nuts through the satin of my panties.

"I think you deserve to be rewarded for a job well done," Mistress remarked, I think sort of just commenting out loud in explanation of the attention she was giving me. Pressing down on the middle of my back, Mistress let me know I was to stay bent over the bed. She then pressed hard against my sissy fuck hole before pulling my panties down and fully exposing my bare bottom.

I started to turn and look at Mistress, but she quickly turned my head back. "I want to surprise you, honey," she said in a sultry tone and then immediately returned to my pulsing hole, this time with a wet finger. I heard the drawer in the nightstand open and couldn't help but gasp. I finally had a good idea of where this was leading and was both totally excited and scared to death.

A moment later, Mistress was applying a generous amount of lube to my pussy. She started with what felt like two fingers and quickly became three or more. And I couldn't help it -- the fucking horny little slut that I am -- I wasted no time and started pushing back to meet her invading touch, moaning like a bitch in heat.

With one hand still playing with my little sissy cunt, I heard Mistress reach into the drawer again and quickly knew why. Her fingers removed, Mistress pressed down on my back and replaced the fingers with a much larger probe.

"Okay crissi, tell me, who's going to fuck you? Who's cock's going to make my sweet little sissy cream her panties?" Mistress loved to play the guessing game. You see, she always makes me name every dildo she uses on me. They're all named after the bulls whose cocks they most resemble . . . whose cocks have had both my Mistress wife and her cuckolded sissy bitch husband.

The plastic cockhead pressed against the opening to my well-lubed sissy hole hadn't just slipped in, so I knew it was of good size. "Is Gene going to fuck me, Mistress," I asked, Gene being short for Eugene, Mistress Staci's most well endowed black lover.

"Hmm, I didn't think you'd want Gene's giant prick, sweetie. You don't sit right for days after his cock pounds your nasty little cunt!" 

"Thank you, Mistress," I blurted out, relieved. Mistress pushed the large plastic cock deeper, and the combination of pain followed by relief made it clear that she was going to fuck me with Tommy, a thick 9-inch dildo that was heavily veined and realistic feeling, but like Tommy the bull, had a massive cockhead with a more slender shaft.

"Forgive me Mistress, I should have known." Tommy was my favorite of Mistress' studs, and if given the choice, I'd always pick "his" cock.

"Is Tommy going to fuck your bitch, Mistress?" I asked with growing excitement, already knowing the answer.

"You know he is, sweet crissi, but only if you ask him nicely."

"Oh, fuck me, Tommy. Please fuck me," I cried!

"That's it, bitch," Mistress replied. "Now beg for Tommy's wonderful cock to fill your sweet cunt and make you scream."

I had no resistance. I am a such a little cunt. "Please Tommy, please fuck me!" I begged.

"And begging for cock, what does that make you?" Mistress taunted. 

"I'm a sissy cockslut! I'm a cock-craved sissy whore!"

"That's better, now what do you want, bitch?" Mistress demanded an answer.

"I want Tommy's cock, Mistress. I want Tommy's cock to fuck my aching pussy and make me cum."

"Of course you do, bitch!" And Mistress forced the entire 9 inches deep into my gaping hole. I could feel the balls pressed against my ass as Mistress rhythmically pressed and released on the plastic cock.

"You like that, bitch? You like that nice fat cock raping your fucking sissy ass?"

"Yes Mistress, oh yes . . . please fuck me, please fuck your sissy."

Mistress wasted no time and started fucking me just the way I liked. She would pump the large cock deep, pull it out so just the head remained in my cunt, and then force it balls deep again. Over and over, she pounded my aching hole, stopping every once in awhile, and then pushing it even deeper and holding it there. I pushed back hard against every thrust, thoroughly enjoying the fucking I was receiving.

"Do you like that, sweetie?" Mistress purred.

"Oh yes, Mistress, so much." I responded, panting.

"Then tell me, bitch! Let me know how much you like it!"

"Yes, Mistress, yes! Fuck me, Mistress. Please, fuck me hard. It feels so good! I love being fucked! I love cock! I'm such a cockwhore! I need cock!" Mistress knows just how to excite me. She knows what a submissive little cunt I am and exactly what turns me on.

"What are you, crissi?" she urged.

"I'm a cockslut, Mistress, a sissy cockslut," I whined loudly, as she continued to pound the thick, hard cock in my sissy ass.

"And cocksluts need to be fucked," Mistress yelled out! Mistress reached her free hand between my legs and pulled my swelled clitty back between my thighs. She started kneading my hard clit between her fingers and thumb while she picked up the pace, driving all of Tommy's 9 inches deep inside me with each thrust.

"Cum for me, slut," Mistress coaxed. "Cum like the little sissy cockwhore you are," she commanded, while tugging on my clitty, the hard plastic cock buried in my sissy pussy.

"Cum, bitch, cum now!"

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I started to spasm, pushed back hard against the cock in my asscunt, felt my nutties tighten, and started spurting. Mistress forced the cock deep and then let go, but I continued to spasm.

Suddenly, Mistress released my little clit, and I felt my head whipped around by my hair. "You fucking little cunt" Mistress screamed!

"So, did the mattress man already fuck your goddamn ass?" Mistress jerked my head again, lifting me from the bed, the dildo slipping partially from my ass. She spun me half around and yanked my head down, lifting her other hand to my face.

"Look at that dribble! You fucking cunt!" Furious, she raised her hand and smeared the small puddle of cum across my face.

"You better start talking, bitch," she yelled! 

"Did you really believe I wouldn't notice your tiny little load? You fucking little whore!"

"I asked if the mattress man fucked you, bitch!" She glared, holding my head up by my hair, squeezing my cheeks with her other hand.

"No, Mistress, he didn't fuck me," I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

Mistress Staci let go of my cheeks and slapped me hard across the face. "You fucking lied to me, bitch!"

"I knew there was something up as soon as I saw you without stockings . . . as if a little sissy twat like you would ever miss a chance to be all femmy as she can." She finally released my hair and took a step back. 

"So, if he didn't fuck you, what happened? Did you cream your fucking panties while sucking his cock?" 

Mistress knew me too well, and I should have known that. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, leaning on the mattress, my head hung low, my clitty deflating, the Tommy cock pressed against the bed, hanging halfway out of my freshly fucked hole.

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded, softy, almost as a whisper. 

"Not half . . . not one fucking bit as sorry as you're going to be, BITCH!"

"Look at you. What the fuck did I ever see in you?" Hands on her hips, shaking her head from side to side, "How did I ever think you were a real man? You're such a pathetic little cumguzzling sissy faggot!"

"Let you suck a cock, and you fucking cream yourself!" Mistress reached toward me, and I flinched, expecting another slap or worse. But she instead grabbed hold of the plastic cock, pulled it from my ass and shoved it into my face. With her other hand, she took my shriveling clit, squeezed hard and pulled me toward her, as she pushed the plastic cockhead into my cheek and against my nose. Holding me there, she just glared into my eyes. 

"Oh no, not one fucking bit as sorry as you're going to be, bitch" dragging the plastic cockhead toward my mouth and against my lipstick coated lips.

She pushed the large dildo into my wet mouth, nearly making me gag as she forced it balls deep down my throat. "You're going to learn some fucking respect, you fucking little cunt!"

Yanking the phallus from me, "Now clean up this fucking mess," she screamed as she turned and walked away.

Almost to the door, she spun around and heaved the 9 inch dildo at me, missing entirely, which only pissed her off more. "Things are going to change," was the last thing she said before storming out of the room.

I felt bad for lying to Mistress, but there was really nothing I could do. A thousand thoughts rushed through me head. I really didn't know where this was going. I just knew that I had fucked things up, and all over a fucking 3 minute blowjob. I am such a pathetic little sissy, such an out of control cockwhore, and I betrayed the trust of my Mistress -- my Goddess.

What had started out to be my reward from Mistress would become my undoing. She would carry through on her promise, and things would definitely change. That incident was nearly a year and a half ago, and I am still Mistress' sissy, but much has changed. I'd love to tell you all about it.


Note: this will be my last post if I can't collect contributions for Mistress . . .

Begging for Support

Well, being a sissy, begging sort of comes natural, so here I am asking, PLEASE help me keep this blog alive. Mistress Staci has generously given me a chance to show her that I can collect homage for her, if she allows me to keep posting. Please, please, use the Donate link to the right and show Mistress that you appreciate her giving me time to write and show her that I am worth something.

I've already written the next part of the story of what happened to me last year -- it takes up where "Troubles Begin" left off. I will be posting it shortly. Please let me know what you think, and please leave me comments -- I just luv hearing from you gurls. I want to know what you think of my posts. I also want to know what type of posts you'd like to see . . . I know my "Are You a Sissy Slut" survey has been a sissy favorite. I want to know about you: about your likes and dislikes, about your feelings and fantasies, and most definitely about any cummies you might have reading my blog.


On Your Knees, Sissy Bitches!

Alright sluts, my bitch won't stop bothering me about this fucking blog, so I'm giving her one chance to prove there's any reason I should allow her to waste time here, away from serving me. She's promised me that her audience of pathetic little sissy cock sluts will gladly pay homage to her Mistress if I allow her to write. I told her to pull her pretty little head out of her panty-covered asspussy, but the little cunt just keeps it up.

This is her one chance. I'm letting her write one post, and we'll see what happens. If you "gurls" really like what my bitch puts out there, then you'll contribute, and she'll keep posting. If not, then at least I won't have to listen to her fucking whimpering or put up with her wasting time that belongs to me. This site will be gone.

Pay up or shut up, sissy bitches!

Mistress Staci