Sissy Service - Part 2

I got up and walked and posed like I was on a runway. I strutted over to Mistress first and curtseyed in front of her. “Thank you for this evening, Mistress,” I said, and turned to approach Miss Vicky. I offered her my satin covered ass again, and without fail, she gave me a grope and a hard swat. I then minced over to Master Carl, and before I could curtsey, he told me to, “Turn around slowly, I want to see what you got.”

I did as I was told, standing close to the couch, between his long legs, I slowly pivoted around giving Carl the 360 degree view. As I turned to face him again, he stopped me with both hands reaching up on the front of my thighs. He then moved his large hands around behind me, caressing my stocking covered legs as he found the curve of my ass and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I was melting in his hands when Mistress stopped the scene.

“As I said, Crissi has some service to perform.”

“So, let’s see all three of you little sluts — right now!”

Stevi sprang up without hesitation, obviously the work of much training. But Candi was much slower and more deliberate. I watched as she uncrossed her legs and then slowly slid her hand down Carl's thigh, stopping at his crotch where she gave him a squeeze before standing up. Then she looked back at Carl, placing two fingers against her outstretched tongue and sucked them into her mouth in a move that made my clitty twitch. She turned, smiled at me and sauntered over to my side in the center of the room.

The three of us then joined hands and awaited our next instruction. As I stood holding Candi's hand on one side and Stevi's on the other, I couldn't help but think about the different relationships present. Miss Vicky was often borderline mean to Stevi, and Mistress pretty much always treated me like her worthless bitch, but it was different between Carl and Candi.

Having always been a slave to a Mistress and never a Master, I wondered if it was typical of a Master/sissy relationship. I thought that perhaps it was because, unlike a sissy who serves a Mistress and must admit her inability to perform as a man, there is no such shortcoming for the sissy who serves her Master. Men just want someone to fuck who will also suck their cocks. Sissies exist to suck cock and be fucked like cock-craved whores, far more than most women, so it's really a perfect match. From what I could tell, Candi took expert care of Master Carl, and they both enjoyed it very much.

Before I came to any further conclusion, I was abruptly taken from my thoughts.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Bitch?” Miss Vicky roared.

And that was all it took for me. Without another word, I dropped to my knees in front of Candi. I trembled as I lifted the front flap of her black dress and slid my hands across her smooth thighs, reaching for her panties. With my head up under her dress, I didn’t waste a second tugging the satin down from around her waist. I stretched the band, letting it loose under her nicely shaved nutties where it exposed the scant little patch that accented her already stiffening clitty.

With shaky hands, I cupped her thigh in one while I gently wrapped the other around her growing shaft. Without thinking, I kissed the head of her nicely sized clit, the helmet head already swelling. Another second later and she was in my hungry mouth. Her sissy clit grew to at least 6 inches almost immediately, and I knew that whatever effect she was having on me, it was at least in part mutual.

Candi straightened the front of her dress, pulling it back so she could see the cock-hungry bitch who was devouring her clitty. She brushed my hair back to expose my face, and I looked up at her big green eyes. I almost let her sweet stick fall from my mouth but kept the head locked in my lips. She was smiling down at me, her faced framed with her bobbed blonde locks. "Make me cum," was all she said as she reached down to hold her hard clit between two fingers and thumb.

She rubbed her clit head on my cheek. I felt the wetness from her precum and knew that I had to taste her cream. "Kiss it, baby," she purred. "Kiss my clitty. Show me how you love it."

I had never been treated like this before. Men, at least the men that I had, always just wanted to fuck my face. I loved being made their bitch, but it was always rough. Where I often wanted to start slowly, to fondle and adore their manly pricks, they usually just wanted their cocks down my throat. I was their cumdump, and that was about it. But it was different with Candi, much different.

I slowly kissed the large head of her gorgeous clit as she had instructed, and it sent shivers between my legs. "Take it in your mouth, Sweetie," Candi whispered. "Just the tip. Now swirl your tongue, Darling." She seemed so confident.

Candi guided me through exactly how to please her best. "Lick it, Gurl," she urged. "Now take my nuts. Oh, yes . . . suck them gently." OMG, I couldn't believe what she was doing to me. I was worshipping her beautiful clitty, all the while holding her stocking covered thighs, caressing her soft, smooth skin, her full round pantied ass. I allowed my hands to slide down her legs, to her ankles, and I felt the straps of her heels as I fully swallowed her she-cock. It was such a sensual rush, and one you just don't get servicing a man.

In my lust, I had completely forgotten about Stevi, who must have felt odd just standing there while I devoured Candi’s nice hard clitty. Over the sound of my slurping and Candi’s moans, Miss Vicky rang out loud.

“Fuck that bitch, Stevi. I want to see you hump that that sissy bitch with that little clit of yours. Fill her cunt with your sissy cream!”

Completely unaffected, I continued to service Candi. I loved sucking on her little sissy nuts, so nicely shaven and absent of nasty hair. But I enjoyed her little cockette even more. It was thick enough to fill my mouth, and long enough to press in my throat, but without causing any gagging. She had the perfect clitty, and I was lost in the delight of her moans as I sucked and licked and slavishly waited for her to feed me her cream.

I almost didn’t even notice Stevi lifting my dress to expose my panty covered ass. But when she pulled my panties to the side and pressed her tongue into my sissy pussy, I felt that familiar twinge in my nutties.

With Candi’s hard clit in my wet mouth and Stevi reaming my bud with her tongue, I was in heaven. I had both of my hands holding Candi’s thighs and my head bobbing on her clit to the rhythm of her hips when Stevi decided to probe my pussy. A minute later, Candi started fucking my face, and Stevi forced her small sissy clit between my cheeks.

Miss Vicky yelled out, “Oh yeah, fuck that little sissy cocksucker!”

Stevi was quick to pick up the rhythm. Holding my hips, she started pumping her little clit into my sissy cunt as Candi pumped my face. Stevi's little 5 inch clit was perfect for the occasion. It hurt for only a brief second on entry and then just felt nice but not distracting. I was in heaven, glad that I didn't have a large manly cock fucking my sissy ass, because it left me to concentrate on my desire. All I could think about was making Candi cum.

To the cheers and taunting of Mistress and Miss Vicky, we three sissies put on a show of sissified lust.

Mistress kept tease taunting me, yelling "Suck that clit, you sissy faggot. You better swallow it all, BITCH!"

Miss Vicky was steady with almost a cadence of "Fuck that sissy bitch!"

Only Carl remained quiet, although he was plainly turned on, as he continually licked his lips.

"Make that slut cum," Missy Vicky shouted her command to Stevi, who then reached up to find my hard clit and rubbed me through my panties. "Fuck that cunt," Miss Vicky ordered. I wasn't to be allowed a cummie, but of course, Miss Vicky would make that as difficult as possible.

Candi was getting close to cumming, and judging by the pace of Stevi's humping, she was too. I tried to concentrate on the hard clit in mouth, on Candi's orgasm, to avoid spurting my own cream. But when Stevi dug her nails into my hips and forced her stiff clit as deep as it would go, I felt that I might spill. She started filling my ass with her warm juice and fortunately released her hand from my panties, giving me some relief. I pressed my ass back against her, as she shuddered, squirting her cream into my sissy cunt, and then I returned my attention to Candi.

"Oh Baby, oh Baby," Candi kept chanting as she pumped her stick down my throat. "You're going to make me cum," she cried. I looked up to see her turn to Carl and heard him say softly, "Yes you may." That was it, and Candi pulled my head toward her. With both hands holding my hair and her thumbs pinching me ears, with Stevi's clitty still inside my pussy, Candi forced her bulging clit head down my throat and started to erupt.

"You better swallow every drop," Mistress yelled out.

Candi screamed out in pleasure, still holding my head tightly, her 6 inches of masterpiece clit buried inside me. I squeezed her satin bottom and took in the perfumed scent of her pubic patch, holding her close to me. We were lost in time, suspended in ecstasy, as she shot load after load of steamy cream into my hungry mouth.

As her climax subsided, Candi gradually release her grip and allowed the head of her sweet sissy stick to find my warm mouth. I enjoyed every spurt, and with my lips wrapped around her hard shaft. I did swallow every drop, every creamy wonderful drop.

I slowly let Candi's clit withdraw, wiping it clean with my lips as she pulled out. I squeezed my lips behind her clit head, and pushed her clitty past them with my tongue. Looking up, I opened my mouth and showed Candi the last of her load sitting on my tongue. I looked into her eyes, deep soulful eyes, and I swallowed.

"Thank you Candi," I said without thinking.

"No, thank you, Crissi," she replied, and she bent over, lifted my chin and kissed me gently. She pulled back far enough to look into my eyes again and whispered, "That was absolutely wonderful . . . divine." And she held my face between her two hands, placed her lips against mine, and dropped to her knees as we kissed passionately.

Stevi then popped her little clitty from my freshly fucked ass, and I felt that familiar dripping begin. I smiled widely but was smiling even wider on the inside. It had been a long while since I was so completely turned on as I was sucking Candi's hard she-cock . . . and with Stevi fucking me at the same time -- this was supposed to be a sort of punishment, but it was far from that.

I held Candi between my hands, embracing her curves as she stood back up. I released her and sat back on my heels, looked up at the beautiful sissy standing above me and couldn't believe my good fortune. I looked down to her beautiful clit, and I knew I'd have it in my warm mouth many more times to come. I thought about her fucking my sissy cunt, and I pictured her pouty lips wrapped around my stiff clitty. Oh how I hoped this would be the beginning of a wonderful new relationship.

I turned and looked back at Stevi, "Thank you for fucking me, Honey," I purred. "It was perfect." She just reached out, pulled my skirt down, patted my thigh and smiled.

The night was young, and I knew that the three dominants weren't going let the sissies have all the fun. But for the moment, I was calm and satisfied. I had serviced both sissies. I had made them both cum, and I had not had an accident. I had sucked the cum from one clit and had another fill my now dripping sissy cunt, and I had not spurted. It may sound stupid, but for a pathetic sissy bitch like me, that was a big deal. As Mistress would say, "I'm just a stupid sissy cunt," but on this occasion, I was oddly proud of myself and that was satisfying all by itself.

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Sissy Service - Part 1

Mistress insisted that I wear red. Although I’m obviously a “pink pantied little sissy bitch,” she told me that, “brazen sluts like me should always wear red.” So, after cleaning the house and preparing for our guests, I took a nice hot bubble bath, shaved extra well, cleaned myself with a sweet cherry sissy douche and got ready for a night that promised to be exciting.

After applying lotion all over my freshly shaved body, I spent over an hour putting on my makeup. I even wore false eyelashes, which I do rarely. I wanted to look especially pretty tonight. I was so completely filled with anticipation at meeting Candi that I thought of little else the entire time I prepared. I’m not exactly sure why, but she had definitely put me under her spell during our online encounters. I was like a young girl going out on a big date.

When I left the dressing room, I found that Mistress had decided exactly what I would wear. It wouldn’t just be a red dress, but red lace panties and bra too. I pulled the panties into place, neatly tucking my little clitty between my freshly shaved thighs. I was overwhelmed, much more than usual, at the warm sensation that flowed through my body as I tugged on the black thigh-high stocking, stretching them up into place just below the gentle curve of my ass.

Five inch black Hussy heels, a blonde wig and my favorite red dress completely the ensemble. I really more of a skirt type girl, I think maybe they hide my little tummy a bit better, but I had to admit that I felt absolutely exquisite in the tight, clingy, thin strapped cocktail dress Mistress has selected. The thin straps accented my smooth shoulders, and I just loved the flirty ruffle around the scoop neck. And it was just long enough to hide my stocking tops, so long as I didn’t move.

I was done dressing by 6:00 and went down the stairs to make sure everything was just right before our guests would arrive at 7:00. Mistress was having a glass of wine and listening to some old Whitney Houston tunes.

“Well, don’t you look like the pretty little slut,” Mistress said smiling.

“Yes Mistress, thank you for putting out my clothes. May I get you anything?”

“No, just come here and sit by me,” was all she said, as she patted the couch cushion offering me a seat.

We talked for quite awhile. Mistress reminded me that I would not be allowed to cum, and that I would service the other sissies in any way the guests desired. She also admonished me once again for allowing another mistress to control me, but seemed unperturbed; her main issue wasn’t the other mistress but the fact that I had done something behind her back. I acknowledged, asked for forgiveness and the matter was left at that.

Mistress could see how nervous I was, but still decided to tease me without rest. She wanted to know about Candi. I admitted that I was infatuated, and she just couldn’t let that go. I “had my first sissy crush,” she said, and I hadn’t even met the gurl. I eventually got myself a glass of wine too, and Mistress and I sat and chatted, like two girlfriends. It was nice.

It was about quarter past the hour when the doorbell finally rang. My heart leaped into my throat. “Oh my god,” I thought, and I immediately started shaking.

“Get the door, Honey,” Mistress ordered, as sweetly as she had ever.

I walked slowly to the entry, teetering just a bit as the spike heels hit the slick tile. I opened the door, just a crack, but then reeled backward as it was forced open in my face.

It was Miss Vicky, as she insists I call her, Sissy Stevi’s Mistress. She looked sizzling hot as always. Her tight tiger print dress showed off her tiny waist and fine round ass. I immediately drank in her beauty without thought, scanning from her dark black, red highlighted, hair to her shining gold heels. My instinctive reaction was to just fall on the floor at her feet. She was a goddess, but also a nasty fucking bitch!

I caught my daze quickly and turned, bending just enough to offer Miss Vicky my pantied ass. It was a little ritual that demanded of our greeting. On script, she reached up, with her thumb against my rosebud and stretched her fingers between my legs, pressing on the clitty tucked between my thighs. Just enough pressure to make sure I understood her dominion over me, and she pulled her hand away, slapped my ass and walked by me, with Stevi on a leash.

Stevi had a long trench type coat on, so I couldn’t tell what she wearing, but her tall pumps and stockings made it obvious that she was already dressed.

Before I could turn and close the door, I heard a deep, sultry voice from behind me. It was Candi standing at the doorway, her Master, Carl just behind her.

“Hey Baby,” Candi said in a near whisper, her hands framing her curvy hips.

“You must be Crissi,” were the only words she spoke as she reached back and took Carl’s hand in hers and they both stepped into the house.

It was all a little weird to me, being such a submissive little bitch. The vibe from Candi and Carl was very different.

I quickly closed the door once my guests were inside, never taking my eyes off of Candi. She was wearing a slinky black mini with a lace up back. It clung to her curvaceous hips and tiny waist like a second skin. Somehow she had failed to mention her full pert breasts, but there they were, her long smooth cleavage swelling from her neckline. Her dress was slit up each side, revealing just a hint of her round bottom. She wore no stockings, but her smooth tan legs didn’t need them. With nicely muscled thighs and shapely calves that, and tall ankle strapped heels that adorned her delicate ankles, I found it hard to believe that Candi wasn’t female.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bitch?” came the yell from Miss Vicky.

“Get the fuck over here and stop fucking around,” she commanded.

I mouthed, “I’m sorry” to Candi and ushered her and Carl into the living room.

After a round of introductions and a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mistress Staci told me to get drinks for everyone, which I did, including the sissies and myself. I served everyone and sat down in a nearby chair. Miss Vicky was on the loveseat, with Stevi sitting next to her, and Mistress was on the sofa with Carl in the middle and Candi on the far end.

The doms were talking while all three sissies remained mostly silent. Candi did chime in once in awhile, adding further confusion to the state of her relationship with Carl. Most of their conversation centered around sexual domination and what sniveling little bitches most sissies were.

Miss Vicky was, as always, the most vocal. I kind of both envied and pitied Stevi, for the way she loved to humiliate him. She was laughing, clearly enjoying herself as she told stories about all the cocks she had forced Stevi to service. She teased him about begging to be fucked, about walking home from a party with her dress torn and cum dried in her hair.

Stevi just sat there the entire time. She had taken off the coat and sat with her knees together, her calves pressed tightly against each other, her pumps touching. She was obviously nervous, as she constantly seemed to fidget, playing with her slender hands on her lap, sometimes drumming her bright pink nails. Stevi was dressed in pink, as Miss Vicky rarely let her wear anything else. She wore a halter top mini that tied behind her neck. It had a v-neck and several layers of ruffle extending from the bodice to the hem.

She looked so cute, with her petite little body and her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. I just love Stevi.

Carl was a bit of a mystery man. Candi hadn’t told me much about him, other than that he worked for an investment firm, and that he had a thick 8 inch cock with a large cut head. He was sitting with his hand on Mistress Staci’s thigh, engaged in the conversation with the other dominants. I have to admit that he looked to be very muscular, and his short cropped hair suited his rugged face. The combination of tattoos on his large biceps and the single hoop he wore from his left ear were a bit menacing, but his smile and gentle demeanor countered the feeling, and the gleam in his eyes when he looked at Candi spoke to something deep.

After probably an hour of chit chat, Mistress finally took control of the room.

“I think it’s time to get on with the evening,” she said in a commanding voice.

“My sissy has some service to provide tonight.”

“Let us see you, Bitch. Stand up and show our guests how pretty you are,” she ordered.

To be continued . . .

Sorry Gurls

I've been gone for awhile, but not out of choice . . . sorry. Mistress Staci decided to check out my blog a few weeks ago and found that I had allowed myself to be controlled by Mistress Jessica, and all I can say is that I've never seen her so pissed.

Mistress has spanked me many times, more times than I can count, but this time it was more of a beating. It was every bit as bad as any my father gave me when I was young, even including the time he caught me in panties and stockings.

I do understand, especially now, how very disrespectful my behavior was, and I'm so very sorry. I've thanked Mistress over and again for being so kind to me and allowing me to continue to service her needs.

Mistress has taught me that being spanked is a Mistress' way of showing her love for her sissy. With each blow from her paddle or crop, she helps her bitch to lose a bit more of her arrogance, eventually destroying any lingering sense of silly independence.

"Please spank me," I begged at Mistress' command.

"Please spank your bitch!"

And Mistress was happy to respond.

I had never begged for the paddle before, although I have received it on many occasions. But this experience has taught me a new lesson. I know my place much better and fully understand just how inferior I am. I am Mistress Staci's sissy bitch slave, and begging for the strap has etched that into my person.

I am so lucky that Mistress loves me enough to teach me such a lesson and not just leave me. And I'm even more fortunate that she allows me to serve her needs.

For the past month, I've been trying to prove my devotion to Mistress. She has fucked my face, pounded my sissy pussy, and caned my panty-covered ass every day since she found out that I came at Mistress Jessica's command.

I've cleaned the house extra well and done everything and anything Mistress has asked without question. She has rewarded me with her sweet pussy nectar every day, a gesture for which I am deeply thankful.

Mistress has not been allowed me a cummie for this entire time, but because she is a kind Mistress, that will hopefully change soon.

My denial has been in part because Mistress has insisted that since I decided to submit to Mistress Jessica, I needed to follow her command. Mistress Staci has taught me that to do otherwise would be disrespectful to Mistress Jessica. And you see, Mistress Jessica had ordered me to pleasure two other sissies, who are both permitted to cum while I am not.

Having only one sissy girlfriend, this has been a trying time, and Mistress would not help me to find another sissy. But, after 4 weeks of searching, this weekend will hopefully bring my waiting to an end.

I met Sissy Candi online last week and she has been given permission from her Master to join Sissy Stevi in allowing this little slut to pleasure them both.

I will still not be allowed a cummie, which will be painfully awful, but I am looking forward to meeting Candi in person and to serving both her snd Stevi.

Mistress Jessica has commanded that after pleasuring these gurls, I post on my blog, and Mistress Staci has demanded that I obey.

So, wish me luck. I'll hopefully be making that post and creaming my panties very soon.


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