It's been quite some time since I was a bit horny and unlocked at the same time. It had been forever since I touched my own cock and nearly two weeks since Mistress had. I decided to take advantage of my situation.
I browsed some blogs until I found one that had a hot story. I open my pants and slowly stroked my cock until it got hard.
The blog post I chose was this one https://dominajen.com/2016/08/03/the-sadist-and-the-sissy/
As I stoked, Here are some of the highlights as I started to read...
He was fully dressed, head to toe, with his wig, makeup done, wearing one of his amazingly sexy outfits, a black blouse with incredibly sexy, figure-hugging, super-tight white jeans that hugged his butt in that seriously sexy way. He was even wearing his adorable, strappy sandals.
“Take your pants off,” I told him. Then, after just a second’s hesitation, “The shirt and wig, too.”
Because as good as he looked with it on, I wanted to be rough with him, and didn’t want to mess it up, or have it get in my way.
...I had to stop... and then start again...
Once we were there, I buckled a sturdy leather collar around his neck, pulled out a new dildo and shoved it unceremoniously in his mouth, slapping him around a bit.
And really, he was so fucking cute, gagging on the cock in his mouth, and choking when I shoved it in deep.
I was impressed, though. I figured out that, when he’s given the chance to control it, he actually has some really good deepthroating skills. There was one moment in particular when he, eager to please me, pushed forward hard against my hand, taking the cock as far as it would go, and holding it there, pushing even harder, until I felt that unique change in pressure as it slid far past the point that should’ve stimulated his gag reflex, and down his throat.
...I had to stop and start again...
He pushed himself to take it farther, to keep it there longer, until, coughing and sputtering, he pulled back, lowering his head as he gagged.
In the next moment, he took a deep breath, lifting his head back up, his lips parted as he waited for me to push the cock back into his mouth.
He really is an excellent cocksucker when he’s given the freedom to do it on his own. When I fuck his mouth, however, he has a little bit more trouble suppressing his gag reflex.
Which is something I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun breaking him of. I want more than him sucking cock. I want his face thoroughly and relentlessly fucked by men who will further degrade and objectify him, reducing him to nothing but a pair of holes to take their pleasure from.
... I imagined my Mistress treating me this way...
Before long, his eyes started watering, smearing his makeup in that particular way that happens when women (or sissies) are made to choke on cock. And it only made him hotter.
I was relentless with him, forcing it into his mouth, down his throat, grinning when his eyes watered and tears fell, his body convulsing as he tried hard not to throw up, and calmly and quietly enduring every slap that landed on his face.
He really is such a good boy, and he works so hard to please me. A boy that good deserves a reward.
...I had to stop, longer this time. Then I started again...
One of my favorite toys to use on any boy is a long, slender prostate massager, a kind that’s surprisingly cheap and common to find literally anywhere, which makes how effective it is even more amazing. Most people would say it’s the most basic kind of massager out there, but sometimes the most basic kind is the best kind.
I lubed it up and sat on the edge of the bed, while he knelt on all fours in front of me, his ass to me.
“This is a fantastic view,” I told him, sliding the massager smoothly into him, using the angled bulb at the end to put pressure on his prostate.
He gave a low, shuddering moan and eased back, urging the massager deeper into him. I grinned. My darling, eager slut. He loves it deep, and hard, and fast.
I kept the pressure steady, thrusting it smoothly in and out of him, until his moans intensified and I knew he’d had his first orgasm.
Oh, one of many, I thought, grinning, as I kept the pressure up, fucking him through his orgasm.
The second (or maybe the third) orgasm, he fell forward, the massager momentarily falling out of him. I didn’t hesitate, pushing it immediately back in, keeping that intensity up.
Relentlessly, I fucked him with it, as orgasm after orgasm wracked his body. More than once, he felt the carpet beneath him, expecting to feel his cum there.
But no, he cums like a girl now. Not a man.
...Again, I had to stop... and start again... I imagined Mistress making me have orgasms from ass play alone and with no ejaculation...
I turned to him.
“I need the tub filled with cool water, I need something soft on the floor that you can kneel on, that you don’t mind getting wet, and I need an extra towel. And wash all your makeup off.”
He nodded, hurrying to fulfill my commands. By the time he was done, I sat on the toilet seat beside the tub, two lengths of rope in my hands.
I told him to come stand in front of me, positioned him the way I wanted him, and began tying the rope around his thighs, binding his wrists to them.
Once I was satisfied it would hold him, but wouldn’t be too tight, I had him kneel down, facing the tub, and stood behind him.
I pushed him down until his chest was resting on the edge of the tub, his face over the water. And then, with a firm hand on the back of his neck, I pushed down further, until his face was submerged.
For a moment, he was still, obeying the unspoken command that was the pressure of my hand on his neck.
And then, once his lungs began burning, he began struggling, pushing up against me. I held him down only a second longer before releasing him, letting him up. I gave him a moment to catch his breath, then pushed him under again.
...stop... imagining me in this situation... start...
This time, I held him down a fraction of a second longer before letting him up, pulling him upright by his collar, his head against my chest, and shoved the cock in his mouth, gagging him. When he coughed and sputtered, I slapped him and pushed him back down into the water.
The longer this went on, the longer I held him down once he started struggling, the harder I made him push back against me before releasing him and shoving the cock back down his throat.
...I was so wanting to cum, but didn't...
I pulled him back to lie down on the bed, grabbed the lube, and began stroking his cock. I knew it wouldn’t make him cum (and I doubted he’d be up for another orgasm at that point, even if he could), but I wanted something that would feel mostly good to him.
I mean, of course I worked it once he got sensitive, making him squirm. I couldn’t be too nice to him.
But I didn’t torture him too much, or for too long. He’d had a long evening.
At this point I decided it was best to put my cock away and get back to work. It felt great to touch myself, and also to not cum. I am in such a horny mood re-reading that story. I could imagine doing every bit of it...