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From: Cuckold Claire <clairecuckoldsyou@hotmail.com>
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Subject: A Little Story My Sissy Cuckold Wrote. Includes Cuckold, Domination, Sissy, Toilet Fetishes & More.
Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 20:48:44 -0700
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This is a little story my sissy wrote about his experience with me; we
both hope you enjoy it:
My name is Sissy Sissy or Sis Sis if you like. I am the express
property of Mistress Claire. She calls me a Jack-off-all-slave,
meaning I provide many services for my most Gracious Mistress.
After many years of faithful phone service, I was granted an
"interview" to be one of Mistress Claire's Sunday morning
Sissies. None but the chosen few know exactly what happens during
these brunch sessions but let me assure you it is "an experience."
I can tell you about the interview though...
I was told to meet her at the local University on Sunday afternoon,
right after she was done with "brunch." I was curious and more
then a little nervous wondering what she had in store for me. Just
take a moment to think about the possibilities offered by a University
Campus and you'll know what I mean. Nothing prepared me for the
appearance of my Mistress.
My heart stopped as she stood before me stunning and confident wearing
a security uniform that could stop traffic. My cock shot to erectness,
my balls beginning to throb instantly. The long black boots looked
dangerous and the body tight pants shaped her ass to perfection. Her
blue blouse had enough buttons dropped to show the lacy, black, push up
bra underneath. Even through the bra and blouse her hard nipples
showed their pert buds. The brimmed hat and aviator glasses obscured
all but her wicked smile grinning down at me. The handcuffs and
nightstick hanging from her belt added a whole new dimension to what
was happening inside my trousers.
"Are you wearing your panties," she demanded.
I told her I was wearing the pink cotton panties as instructed.
"Good," she sneered, "Turn around and spread'em." She began
to pull the nightstick as she repeated the order. I turned and
"assumed the position." It was strangely exciting to be forced to
spread myself open like this at her command right here in public. When
she began to pat me down, I realized it was about to get much more
intense. As she ran her hands over my chest she pinched and grabbed my
nipples. I could feel my cock responding. She slid her hand between
my legs and grasped my balls painfully. She squeezed and pulled and
kneaded in her fingers. I knew she was checking to see that I had
trussed up my cock satisfactorily. It was so demeaning yet erotic to
be treated like a criminal in front of the people passing by.
I turned to face her as she stepped back.
"Go into the men's washroom and take off your clothes except for
your panties. Make sure they are jacked nice and deep between your
cheeks. Put your clothes at your feet and stand in one of the cubicle
doorways and look at yourself in the mirror. Don't touch yourself.
Just stand there exposed in the public washroom. I will be back in 10
minutes." With that she turned and strode out.
My mind raced. I began to remove my clothes as I pondered her orders.
I had to obey or risk losing my opportunity to be a Sunday morning
sissy. I couldn't believe I was removing my trousers to stand in a
public washroom in pink panties with a bow on my balls. I thought I
was going to die of horniness. Seriously, I have never felt so
sexually alive. I folded my clothes neatly at my feet and stood there
looking at myself in the mirror. My panties were pulled so tight it had
separated my balls and they were hanging through the leg holes where I
had pulled them together and tied them with a pink bow. My cock was
tucked and taped as per Mistress' orders.
I stood there for ten minutes with my hands on my head and my balls
aching. For the first 5 minutes I was terrified. Then I admitted to
myself that I was totally sexually alive for the first time ever. I
stood there with defiant pride. An obedient servant awaiting my
Mistress' return.
I jumped and uttered a tiny gasp as the bathroom door slammed open. I
managed to fight the urge to cover myself and gave thanks I did when it
was indeed my Mistress. She carried with her a large black doctor's
bag, which she laid on the counter. She bent over and gripped the
sides of her pants. She jerked upward as there was a staccato ripping
as her pants came apart and left her clad from the waist down in
stocking, boots and a garter. Tug at the neck exposed the bra I had
caught a peek at earlier. Her breasts pushed up and seemed in imminent
danger of spilling out. She tossed her hat aside and slid the glasses
on top of her head. She looked incredible!
"On your knees, slave!" she ordered as her voice echoed in the
hollow bathroom. I was startled at the added power of her voice under
these conditions. She seemed to be speaking to me from every direction
at once. Ironically, I remember thinking how dirty the floor must be
and what germs I would get on my knees.
"Bow your head slave!" she barked. The word slave actually echoed
ominously.
I was surprised she wasn't worried that someone would hear her and
come looking. Then I realized that the sound didn't carry outside.
It just ricocheted around in here to remind me off my punitive
existence.
"On all fours, slave."
She moved behind me and slid my panties to one side. She reached into
her bag and pulled out a butt plug. I could feel her spread my cheeks
apart with her fingers.
"Breathe deep," she said, as she slid it deep inside my ass. She
wiggled it and worked it in until she felt it sat just right. I was so
conscious of the touch of her hands on me like that. I knew she had
purposely avoided touching the cock head tucked between my legs. It
made me tremble and shiver all over to be kneeling there plugged and
virtually naked in a public place.
"Now slave, we have guests coming. You need to do some cleaning,"
she dripped as she pointed at the first urinal on the wall.
"Oh, yes Mistress. Where are the supplies?" I enquired, as I
pondered her comment about company.
"Supplies!" she bellowed into this echo chamber.
"Open your mouth!" she commanded. As I opened my jaws wide she
reached in with her fingers and grasped my tongue and pulled.
"This is your supplies!" she spat. With dawning horror I realized
she wanted me to clean it with my tongue. That moment's hesitation
earned me a painful foot to the balls and a torrent of abusive names
that seemed like they would echo forever.
"Bitch..itch..tch..Slut..slut..."
I pulled myself to my knees as she told me how pathetic and useless I
was. How
I should be proud to lick toilets for her and how she could leave me
kneeling there in panties and a butt plug.
I crawled to the urinal and stuck out my tongue. The first touch was
cold and sour. The smell was overpowering at this distance and the
deodorizer clipped to the side only made it smell like lilacs and piss,
it still tasted like shit...or so I thought up until that point. I
continued to lick the porcelain clean as Mistress Claire used her foot
to pump the plug in and out of my ass. My mind kept wandering to the
door that might slam open at any moment.
When I had cleaned the urinal to her specifications I moved to one of
the cubicles. I had thought nothing could be worse then licking clean
a urinal but I was wrong. As I leaned over to lick the under side of
the seat and the rim of the bowl, my Mistress stood behind me and began
to tap her toes against my painfully swollen balls. As I ducked my
head into the bowl to clean the bowl above the water line, I heard a
banshee wail.
"All the way, you useless piece of crap. Look at those shit stains
at the bottom!" she screamed. The room was filled with her voice as
she grasped my hair and shoved my head deep into the toilet and began
to scrub my face against the bottom of the bowl. Not anticipating her
sudden action, I hadn't closed my mouth and I felt the cold rancid
water shoot down my throat. As she hauled my head up I gasped,
sputtered and coughed. The smelly water was dripping over my face
blinding me temporarily.
"Now let's try that again shall we," she suggested so brightly
that my blood ran cold. I took a deep breath and this time when she
forced my head under the water, I was prepared. I stuck out my tongue
and began to scrub the shit stains from the porcelain with gusto. This
time when she pulled me up, she was laughing.
SLAM! The door was pushed open hard. I jumped and began to shake
with fear knowing what would happen if I was found in a library
bathroom licking toilets clean!
I was shocked when Mistress Claire casually told him to take stall 2.
I never did see his face but I heard Mistress and this stranger
talking about money. I had turned my head to look at their feet below
the door in the next stall. When I looked up, I was shocked to find a
fat hard cock protruding from the wall! It was obviously the man next
door.
"Suck him off you stupid fag," screamed Mistress Claire. The word
"fag" reverberated off of the tiles. My cock was pulling at the
tape that bound it. I could feel the stray hairs I had missed being
pulled painfully from their roots. I leaned forward and began by
sliding my tongue over the head. Soon I was sucking him into my mouth
like a mad man. I couldn't believe I was sucking off a complete
stranger whose face I hadn't even seen. Before I knew it, he was
filling my mouth full of thick, sticky cum! I had to swallow three
times before I had drained it fully.
As I sat on the floor panting, Mistress Claire closed the door behind
me. The mysterious stranger left without a word. Mistress Claire
opened the door again and beckoned me out.
"Stall 3 awaits your attention, fag boy. You like fresh cum,
let's see how you like it leftover," she laughed. As I looked into
cubicle 3, I saw that someone had sprayed cum all over the rim and
seat.
"Don't be rude!" she ground out. "I arranged for that to be
here just for you, you ungrateful little whore. Now get down and lick
it up, pecker breath."
I can't explain the psychological effect the echo of her insults
had. It was like angels or a ghost was affirming her control... her
dominance! I felt propelled into the stall and began to attack those
foul stains with gusto. I couldn't believe she had someone come in
here and jack off over this seat just so I could lick it up when it was
hard and crusty. My eyes began to fill up with emotion.
BANG! The door again.
"Get your head into the toilet and keep it there until I tell you to
take it out. Just keep cleaning," she ordered. Once again I could
hear her discussing money with a stranger. Then I felt someone kneel
behind me and strange hands grabbed my hips. For a moment I thought of
objecting, then my Mistress' words rang in my ears..."Until I tell
you to take it out."
I kept my head down in the toilet, unable to see the stranger who was
now removing the butt plug from my ass. As it slid free, it was
followed by the ppffffttttzzzz of air escaping from inside me. I felt
my face redden inside the bowl. Before I was emptied of air, an
anxious cock was jammed unceremoniously up my ass. It was so forceful,
I screamed into the bowl almost deafening myself. The air still jammed
inside was now causing a weird slurpy suctioning sound as he rammed my
ass repeatedly. I could feel his balls swinging and slapping against
the head of my cock. He was brutally fucking my ass as I tried to keep
cleaning the toilet.
I knew if my balls weren't tied off, I would be spewing cum all over
the floor right now. His cock inside me was so vicious, that when he
started to cum I thought he was going to shoot out my throat! He went
so rigid and shoved so far I could feel it shoving deep into my
abdomen! I couldn't see the man but I knew he had to be black.
Every time I felt him punch my insides... I pictured a deep dark, black
cock reaming my ass.
Without a word, he hauled out his cock out, zipped up and slipped away
back out through the door.
"Head out, BUM buddy!" Mistress Claire shouted. "It's time
for some special refreshments..."
The way she said "special" made my skin crawl and my cock throb!
We moved to the fourth cubicle. Obviously she had been busy while I
was getting my ass reamed. There was a bag of saline hooked up to a
tube that split 2 ways. My eyes were riveted as she bent over to
spread her cheeks. With two delicate fingers she began to feed the
tube into her perfect little anus. The tiny puckers seem to open and
suck the tube in, gripping it between the folds and then pulling it
upwards. I was mesmerized as inch after inch began to disappear into
her mysteries. I watched as she reached up to adjust the flow of the
water. I could see hot packs sticking out of the black bag and knew
the water would be warm and soothing as it entered her. I was startled
when a tiny bubble of brown air curled back in the tube.
"Put up the seat and lean your head back over the bowl, she ground
through clenched teeth. I could see she was struggling slightly to
keep her muscles tight while her insides were filling with warm saline
water.
"Take the other hose," she instructed, "Pull the cap and
suck." I watched as she shut off the valve for the flow of saline.
As I pulled the cap and placed the tubing between my lips I thought of
the honor this Goddess bestowed upon me; to permit me to drink from her
most precious vessel. To allow me to savor what her body reject. To
allow me to feast upon her waste.
As the first drops began to flood my mouth, I was struck with an
almost hypersensitivity of all my senses. The throbbing of my balls
and the pulsating of my cock increased as the flavor spread throughout
my mouth. I could feel the thick warm liquid flowing between my
teeth. Every taste bud in my mouth was alive and humming with her
flavor. She shifted so she was standing directly over me.
"Get ready to close your eyes," she laughed. I watched in
amazement as she squat and her lips began to spread. I saw the first
jet of the stream just in time to close my eyes before the hot spray
was splashing over my eyelids, my lips and even trickling up my nose
where it burned mildly. It was the briefest of moments but I will
never forget that moment I watched her tiny pee-hole spasm open with
the pressure of the stream she had been holding for me. The stream was
powerful and hot and I felt it splash over my chest and trickle into my
hair.
"Suck it shit face," she screamed as she bore down and squeezed a
few jets of dark brown water out around the tube. I could smell the
hot fetid water even before it touched my face. Mistress was refilling
her ass by now and I had recapped the 2nd tube. I saw as she strained
to fill herself fully. When she shut off the valve I knew this was the
moment.
She squat down and I watched her open that one eye and closed mine
just as the first explosion of thick fetid spray hit my face. I could
feel it clinging to my hair and clogging my ears. I was blasted with
wave after wave of liquid ambrosia and I shook my head in delight. By
the time she had emptied herself, I was soaked and ragged.
She raised herself up and instructed me to clean up this mess as she
eased the tube from inside her. She reached into her bag and pulled
out a simple dress and hauled it over her head. She looked ravishing
even in the simplest form. She packed a few things into her bag and
began to walk out as I lay there.
She turned and threw over her shoulder, "My house, Sunday morning.
Be there!" and with that she left. It was an order I had every
intention of obeying. Let's just say I've been a Sunday morning
sissy ever since!
Oh by the way, I'm sure you're wondering how I cleaned up... Well
Mistress won't let me tell you. She likes you to wonder about things
and figure them out on your own... if you can...