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Chapter Three – in which fantasies come true but, for the sissy, they’re not the ones she’d hoped for.
“So let me tell you about some of the new arrangements whilst I have your full attention. Firstly, you are to prepare a meal tonight for myself and Dave, my boyfriend.”
“Oh, wait a minute, Sarah, I don’t mind serving you. But I don’t think this should include anyone else. This should really just be between you and me.”
Eventually I stopped as I could see the very cold stare I was getting.
“Have you taken in anything that I’ve been saying?”
She paused and looked straight into my eyes. I kept my mouth shut this time.
“Right. I’ll get Dave to deal with your behaviour after dinner tonight.”
And with that news she turned and left.
I was now in complete turmoil. I’d been getting all excited about being able to dress up as the sissy I wanted to be and being controlled personally by a beautiful young Mistress. A fantasy of a lifetime had come true. I would never have let her take these pictures last night otherwise. And she must realise surely that these fantasies I’d written about sucking cocks and being used as a toilet slave were just that – fantasies, not ever meant to come true. So how could she imagine that I would serve a guy! And then I remembered that awful e-mail and the way she had spoken to me and it sunk in that I didn’t have any option. It didn’t matter what I wanted. I really was trapped. It wasn’t a game any more.
When Dave arrived for dinner he was very amused at the sight of me standing in the hallway. And I did look ridiculous in my pink lace baby doll, red basque, black stockings and red heels. I’d picked my favourite black lace thong to wear as well but that was a mistake as he made me turn round in front of him and gave my bare bottom a couple of hard spanks.
“I believe you are due something a lot harder than that later, bitch.”
He walked past me into the lounge and demanded a beer.
I spent the next couple of hours serving drinks and then dinner to Mistress Sarah and Dave. She looked wonderful in her little black dress. Dave thought so as well as he could hardly keep his hands to himself.
She’d had me run her bath earlier but had then dismissed me so I didn’t have the pleasure I’d expected of bathing and dressing her.
Both of them more or less ignored me throughout, treating me as some kind of invisible servant. I wasn’t allowed to cook anything for myself but told to put all the leftovers into the mixer. Eventually it contained bits of bread, a little pate, potatoes, peas, some fatty bits from the steaks and some ice cream.
Mistress and Dave had just finished their coffee when they came into the kitchen and Mistress demanded to see the mixer bowl.
“Looks a bit dry to me, don’t you think Dave?”
“I’m sure I can moisten it a bit. Bring it over here.”
He pointed in front of him just below his crotch.
I was silently praying that I was wrong about what I imagined he was going to do but I wasn’t. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock placing it over the lip of the bowl. He pissed for about 5 seconds, covering all the food scraps.
“Now you can mix it all up for dinner, sissy. And if you need a drink afterwards you just have to ask.”
They both found that very amusing.
I poured the disgusting mess into a bowl, placed it on the floor and then began sucking it up. The taste was awful, mainly of piss and my whole face was soon covered and dripping.
Mistress and Dave left me to finish with Mistress telling me to clean myself up and then report to the lounge for my punishment.
And it was worse, much worse than the beatings I’d received from Mistress Sarah. Every stroke was harder and he took his time between each one dragging out the agony. Sometimes he’d turn away so I’d think it was over but just as I relaxed he’d quickly turn back and another agonising stroke lashed my bottom. And he didn’t confine himself to my arse either with my thighs getting just as much attention. I was a quivering wreck when he finally sat down. Through my tears – and between my legs – I then watched as Mistress Sarah and Dave began making out on the sofa. My agony had obviously aroused them both.
It wasn’t long before they both got up and headed upstairs. Mistress Sarah told me to bring them fresh drinks. When I entered the bedroom Mistress was lying back on the bed wearing only her hold-up stockings. She looked so beautiful and sexy. It was the first time I’d seen her naked breasts with small, dark brown nipples. I wanted to bend over and suck them.
“Make your self useful” she said, indicating Dave who was standing bare chested but still with his trousers on beside the bed.
"Useful?" I nervously repeat. I am not sure what she means.
"Suki!" Now Mistress is mad at me again. "You're supposed to be my personal maid. Do I have to spell it out for you? Make yourself useful and help Dave remove his trousers."
I cringe at the thought of this, and I try not to look at him as I kneel down, loosen his belt and help him step out of his trousers. In front of my face I can see the outline of a large, hard cock in his underpants.
"Well, sissy?" Mistress says next. I know what she expects, but I can't react.
At this point Dave knows too.
"Slut!" Now she is really pissed at me. "Remove his underpants this instant! But for your insolence to Dave, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and lower them just using your teeth!"
I slowly comply with her command. I need to put my face right up to him as I gently grab the waistband with my teeth and carefully lower his pants down his legs. Not only does his hard cock spring against my face, trailing pre-cum over my lips, but I’m forced to slide my nose down the crack of his arse. I am totally humiliated.
Dave picks up his underpants and carefully places them over my head so that the crotch is against my nose and mouth.
“Oh, the slut will like that, darling. Pantie sniffing is one of her favourite activities. Say thank you to Dave, Suki.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You can suck them as well if you like” he laughed.
“Now, get out. Wait outside the door until we call you back in. And no peeking!”
I crawl out of the bedroom and wait on my hands and knees in the corridor.
As I wait I am filled with so many conflicting emotions. I remember how wonderful the nearly naked body of Mistress Sarah looked and I’m filled with desire and lust. But the sounds of their lovemaking make me firstly so jealous and then so tearful as I realise that I will be lucky even to be allowed the honour of going down on her as she now has her own lover. My arse and thighs are burning with pain as I think about how physically vulnerable I now am. My supper tonight makes me understand that more of my ‘fantasies’ may come to life. I know that will not be the last time I am forced to drink piss. What worse humiliations might I have to face?
I am about to find out one more as the bedroom finally quietens down and Mistress calls me back into the room.
“Get over here.” She points to the floor beside her.
I crawl over and then I’m ordered to lie on my back. She slips off the bed, steps over my body and kneels down, her glistening cunt inches from my face.
“Clean your Mistress well, Suki.” She lowers herself onto my face. The pink flesh is swollen and wet. I briefly see creamy cum – hers? his? – probably both. I don’t care as she presses down on my open mouth and my tongue laps away inside of her. This is almost as good as proper cunnilingus. I love the smell and tastes and I get excited by knowing that it is Dave’s juices as well as Mistress Sarah’s that I’m licking clean. I give a whimper of disappointment when she lifts herself off me.
“Look, Dave.” He leans over the edge of the bed. “See the hard on the bitch has got. She obviously likes the taste of cum.”
She looks down at me. “Now it’s time for you to clean up Dave’s cock.”
I climb up onto the bed. Dave is now lying back, legs apart, hands clasped on the top of his head. I kneel between his legs and bend forward and take his soft cock in my mouth.
“Make sure you do a good job, Suki. Don’t miss his balls. And I think the inside of his thighs need cleaning too.”
I begin to realise how much I’m enjoying this. I’m much more of a complete whore than I thought. And when I’ve finished and sat back on my heels Mistress again points out my own hard cock. I’m loving this supposed humiliation.
“Wank yourself off, slut.”
I pull my thong aside and start stroking myself. Dave suddenly roles over so that I’m staring at his arse. Mistress Sarah moves close to me and whispers in my ear “Cum over that beautiful arse, baby.” I do as I’m told and shoot on him. I manage to hit each cheek and the final spurt hits him right on his arse crease and begins slowly to slide down.
“You know what you have to do now, don’t you, Suki?”
“Yes, Mistress” I reply and bend forward to lick up the mess I’ve made.
Coming Next:-
Chapter Four – in which the sissy learns some very useful, if painful lessons.
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