The whole Sissy thing - Chapter 2
And now I can start my story. Or almost... While I'm a Vers / Bot that can go to a sub space, I am quite masculine and straight-acting. I like real men, ideally a Dom, but a Top / Vers will do. It is fair to say that I don't find females or fem guys attractive at all (and the sub in others don't do anything for me). To this extent, I knew nothing about Sissy’s and while I own a cock cage, it has only ever been used to add spice into the odd BDSM meeting. In short, please assume ignorance and innocence as it relates to the whole Sissy thing on my part. That is, until it was too late.
His bio had me hooked. “I am a Dom Top looking for subs for mutual satisfaction. Preferably smooth. I only fuck bb. I don’t like oral only meets. I don’t travel and I’m very limited as to when I can meet. I don’t meet evenings / nights. I am only free Monday morning, Saturday morning and Tuesday lunchtime. I meet bitches outside of these times on an ad hoc basis for auditions.” What was not to like and sure, I will be a bitch, bring it on, I thought as I composed my first message to Bill requesting an audition.
A meeting was set after I made it clear that I had no limits (save for the obvious, i.e. being able to walk away from a meeting alive and there being no need for medical attention) and after he wanted to make sure that I knew he was “cruel to his bitches”. As I didn’t have panties, I was also instructed to go and buy some; I was specifically instructed not to buy it online, but in person from a store and for it to be the only thing I buy. I had to take a pic of it in the shop, then a pic with the receipt before sending it to him with the details of my shopping experience. It was: In for a penny, I thought to myself. And what a rush (!?!) buying it was. I had no idea where to start… the sizing confused me (why can’t they just sell it in S, M & L?) and the various cuts are overwhelming. The butt plug and chastity cage he ordered me to wear under the panties, I already had, so I was set for and counting down the hours to our meeting. I made a mental note to take the keys of the cage with me as instructed.
Both the prep and the lead-up to the meeting was very exhilarating. Bill was in touch every day to say how much he looked forward to it, that he thought I will be ideal, that he couldn't stop thinking about me and to get to know me and to find out a bit more about me etc. etc. I found myself promising more and more things and got more and more turned on as the week progressed. On the morning of the meeting, when we agreed to confirm we could both still meet, and for me to get his address, a message was waiting for me on the hookup site. “Don’t forget to send that video, Bitch. There will be no audition without it you know, I don’t do anon Bitch meets.” I had no idea what he was on about… “Sorry, Daddy, but what video???” I very quickly replied. It turns out I had to cum in my hand and to eat it all the while videoing the whole thing. He forgot (“I’m so so sorry my dear, girl!!) to request it previously. My heart sank into my shoes. Not only did I not want to cum - not now - mere hours away from from the meeting, but I hated the idea of eating my own cum and the video thing put me right off. I got nowhere with my negotiations; nothing else would do, I had to show him that I was real subservient and that I would follow his instructions to the letter. A cigarette to calm myself down later and... fuck it, I thought and complied.
The exact nature of our meeting - save for the fact that he really was a Dom Top - is not important. The following parts are though… When he told me to present myself, that is head lower than my hips, weight resting on it and arms around me with hands spreading open my arse cheeks, he let loose a torrent of verbal abuse I didn’t really expect. “Fuck me, you’re just a saggy old hag, aren’t you, Bitch? Yes? Well then say it!… No wonder you signed up for abuse, who would want to do anything else with a cunt like this… And these wobbly arse cheeks?!? Only good for a belting - you’re an ugly Bitch for sure. What are you?… On an on it went. At first, some of it landed and hurt, but then I heard myself joining in so to speak, almost egging him on. I just told myself that I’m just role playing and relaxed into it even more.
And when the belting took me close to my limits and I started to make noises (against his instruction as he was hosting in his step-daughter’s flat and was concerned about the neighbours), he stopped, walked to my head, picked something up from the floor, grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up. His cock was now fully erect and it had an angry purple hue to the head. He was clearly enjoying this... “Open that noise maker so that that I can gag it, Bitch - what I’ve got here is my step-daughter's dirty panties I found in her laundry basket.” As he said it, he bundled it into my mouth and with that he bent down to retrieve something else. Duct tape. He took that over my mouth and around my head a couple of times before he tore the end free from the roll.
He walked back around to my arse. I expected him to pick up the belting again, but he tore off 2 strips of the duct tape instead and stuck one strip to each butt cheek to run parallel to and only an inch away from my arse crack. He tore off more strips and this he applied horizontally to each butt cheeks; he started the horizontal strips on a vertical strip and then pulled it from there outwards before sticking the rest down on each butt cheek. The result being my butt cheeks spread open to expose the plug in my cunt hole. He walked back to my head and grabbed me up by my hair again. “You see this <holding a wooden spoon>, Bitch? This is what you get on your cunt for making a noise. You really must be punished and I am sure you would have thanked me for it - if you could speak.”
Jesus! The pain!!! As the fist stoke fell, it literally took my breath away. He hit across the plug and it landed perfectly; the sting in my crack - above and below the plug - was something else while the plug stung into my innards. It was a good thing I was gagged as I would have screamed the place down. After a further 2 strokes, I backed up. I had enough. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going Bitch?” he breathed menacingly into my ear as he forced me back down. “Did you just talk the talk in all your messages and now can’t walk the walk, Bitch, is that it? I just knew you were going to be a fucking disappointment. Tell you what though, let’s just get three more strokes in and we’ll be done with this part, okay?” He must have felt me relax a bit… Only three more I could do. “There you go, that’s a good girl. I’m such a bad Daddy. Daddy is sorry, but you’ve got to be trained. You’re doing so well… I know you can take 3 more strokes, we are almost done and I will be so proud of you pleasing your Daddy like that...” I melted back into position as his words (delivered in such a graveling, almost sultry way) hit home.
The bastard certainly didn’t ease up and he had to hold me in place. I must have heard two or three times: “Remove your fucking hands!” before he could deliver that last stroke. I slid off the couch to the floor and instinctively rubbed my buttocks. It was stinging and I could feel the heat transferring to my hands. I ran a finger up and down my crack and brought it around thinking I might see blood, but luckily, he didn’t break the skin. I felt him settle down next to me on the floor before his hands went to my arse as well. “Oh my God, I’m so impressed. What a good girl you’ve been for Daddy - so brave, so strong. Perhaps you’re the bitch I always wanted and perhaps I can go easier on you in future and make you my main bitch. I bet you would like that a lot, wouldn’t you darling? Being my special girl and not any old cheap bitch, would you like that?" I nodded yes and allowed him to move my hands away from my butt for him to take over the caressing and rubbing. A minute or so later though... “Now get up and go into the kitchen and get your Daddy a glass of water, Girl. It’s hard work training you, but I will persevere if that is what you want. If so, come right back with that water and then go and get on the floor on your back right over there.”
I got my strength back as I went to the kitchen, gave him the water and took up the position of the floor he requested. As I did, the thought suddenly crossed my mind that I’ve just told him with this one action that I wanted him to persevere in training me. The training-me-for-what exactly thought quickly dissipated as he was over me the next moment, roughly taking off the duct tape around my head. I could feel it tearing out hair and at my skin. He dug the panties up from my mouth and only then did the taste hit me. I must have made a face of sort or just licked moisture back on to my dry lips. “What, Bitch, did you not like that?” he softly scowled looking down on me. He got to his knees and inserted four of his fingers into my mouth. “Yeah, I guess it’s a bit dry in there now, right? Let me help get some throat slime as a coating into your mouth. I girl needs a sloppy wet mouth cunt for what comes next.” He had such bony fingers and it really hurt as he roughly continued to push it into my mouth and also partially in to my throat. Gagging served it’s purpose and was made easier by him cooing “Good girl” every time I did.. I soon has a mouth coated in thick throat - slime. He swung his leg over my face and positioned his arse over my face. He lowered himself on to my mouth all the while spreading his cheeks. As soon as he landed on my mouth, he started to grind up and down over my mouth. I tried, almost in vain, to add my tongue into the mix; he was just too vigorous for me to add some tongue to properly rim him. In fact, I was scared he would crush or cut my tongue into my teeth with the grinding motion her performed.
“Almost there, Bitch. Once I’ve got a nice wet seal, I will stop moving so that you can get your tongue in there.” True to his word, he stopped a few moments later. As my tongue ventured into his arsehole, his weight on my face more than doubled. It took me a while to realise that he lifted his feet completely off the ground and stretched it out over my stomach down to my legs. My tongue sunk deeper into him and while I liked that, it soon dawned on me what seal he was talking about. I couldn’t breathe! “There you go, Bitch. Get in there! Yeah, work that tongue into my hole.. I will soon distract you enough to stop worrying about breathing.” With that his legs move to the sides of my body, resting his feet on my wrists which were next to my sides. With this his arse moved up ever so slightly and a bit of air crept in. I immediately felt his hands on the chastity cage, going straight for my balls, pulling and squeezing with gusto. My legs shot up; I swiveled left to right from my hips downwards to escape the grasp. I heard him laugh every time he returned for more CBT and my lower body started efforts to try and escape it. It turns out the head of a wooden spoon also has the perfect curvature to dish out testicle taps. How long this continued, I can’t be sure. More than half a dozen but perhaps not a full dozen visits to my cock later, he moved himself up and off me. “Fucking useless... nuts on a Bitch - only good to be abused and hurt until we get it off, right Bitch. Yeah, Daddy will train you. I know you want me to hurt you so good, don’t you just, girl. Tell Daddy that you want him to hurt you so good, go on, be the good girl I know you are.” I’m not sure what I said to be honest, I just luxuriated in pain in my kidney area dissipating, but it must have been good enough for him as he sidled up to me and caressed my cock and balls all the while telling me what a good girl I was.
The rest of the meeting continued in much the same way. Use and abuse, physical and verbal, to be followed by encouragement and gentle periods. He fucked me and then, almost rather brutally took a dildo to my cunt before he got back in and fucked me some more and until he deposited his load in me. Oh, how I had to thank him for that, for getting what I really didn’t deserve apparently. He pushed the butt plug back in me and told me to keep it in me for at least 2 hours. I cleaned his cock with my tongue before he left me to tidy up the bed and to compose myself a little bit. When I came down, he held my clothes for me and simply said: “No fuck off, Bitch. I will let you know later if you passed the audition.” He stood there watching and hurrying me along. It was only when I got home and went for the keys in my wallet to unlock the cage that I realised the keys were not there.
More to follow in Chapter 3. I welcome any comments in the meantime.
His bio had me hooked. “I am a Dom Top looking for subs for mutual satisfaction. Preferably smooth. I only fuck bb. I don’t like oral only meets. I don’t travel and I’m very limited as to when I can meet. I don’t meet evenings / nights. I am only free Monday morning, Saturday morning and Tuesday lunchtime. I meet bitches outside of these times on an ad hoc basis for auditions.” What was not to like and sure, I will be a bitch, bring it on, I thought as I composed my first message to Bill requesting an audition.
A meeting was set after I made it clear that I had no limits (save for the obvious, i.e. being able to walk away from a meeting alive and there being no need for medical attention) and after he wanted to make sure that I knew he was “cruel to his bitches”. As I didn’t have panties, I was also instructed to go and buy some; I was specifically instructed not to buy it online, but in person from a store and for it to be the only thing I buy. I had to take a pic of it in the shop, then a pic with the receipt before sending it to him with the details of my shopping experience. It was: In for a penny, I thought to myself. And what a rush (!?!) buying it was. I had no idea where to start… the sizing confused me (why can’t they just sell it in S, M & L?) and the various cuts are overwhelming. The butt plug and chastity cage he ordered me to wear under the panties, I already had, so I was set for and counting down the hours to our meeting. I made a mental note to take the keys of the cage with me as instructed.
Both the prep and the lead-up to the meeting was very exhilarating. Bill was in touch every day to say how much he looked forward to it, that he thought I will be ideal, that he couldn't stop thinking about me and to get to know me and to find out a bit more about me etc. etc. I found myself promising more and more things and got more and more turned on as the week progressed. On the morning of the meeting, when we agreed to confirm we could both still meet, and for me to get his address, a message was waiting for me on the hookup site. “Don’t forget to send that video, Bitch. There will be no audition without it you know, I don’t do anon Bitch meets.” I had no idea what he was on about… “Sorry, Daddy, but what video???” I very quickly replied. It turns out I had to cum in my hand and to eat it all the while videoing the whole thing. He forgot (“I’m so so sorry my dear, girl!!) to request it previously. My heart sank into my shoes. Not only did I not want to cum - not now - mere hours away from from the meeting, but I hated the idea of eating my own cum and the video thing put me right off. I got nowhere with my negotiations; nothing else would do, I had to show him that I was real subservient and that I would follow his instructions to the letter. A cigarette to calm myself down later and... fuck it, I thought and complied.
The exact nature of our meeting - save for the fact that he really was a Dom Top - is not important. The following parts are though… When he told me to present myself, that is head lower than my hips, weight resting on it and arms around me with hands spreading open my arse cheeks, he let loose a torrent of verbal abuse I didn’t really expect. “Fuck me, you’re just a saggy old hag, aren’t you, Bitch? Yes? Well then say it!… No wonder you signed up for abuse, who would want to do anything else with a cunt like this… And these wobbly arse cheeks?!? Only good for a belting - you’re an ugly Bitch for sure. What are you?… On an on it went. At first, some of it landed and hurt, but then I heard myself joining in so to speak, almost egging him on. I just told myself that I’m just role playing and relaxed into it even more.
And when the belting took me close to my limits and I started to make noises (against his instruction as he was hosting in his step-daughter’s flat and was concerned about the neighbours), he stopped, walked to my head, picked something up from the floor, grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up. His cock was now fully erect and it had an angry purple hue to the head. He was clearly enjoying this... “Open that noise maker so that that I can gag it, Bitch - what I’ve got here is my step-daughter's dirty panties I found in her laundry basket.” As he said it, he bundled it into my mouth and with that he bent down to retrieve something else. Duct tape. He took that over my mouth and around my head a couple of times before he tore the end free from the roll.
He walked back around to my arse. I expected him to pick up the belting again, but he tore off 2 strips of the duct tape instead and stuck one strip to each butt cheek to run parallel to and only an inch away from my arse crack. He tore off more strips and this he applied horizontally to each butt cheeks; he started the horizontal strips on a vertical strip and then pulled it from there outwards before sticking the rest down on each butt cheek. The result being my butt cheeks spread open to expose the plug in my cunt hole. He walked back to my head and grabbed me up by my hair again. “You see this <holding a wooden spoon>, Bitch? This is what you get on your cunt for making a noise. You really must be punished and I am sure you would have thanked me for it - if you could speak.”
Jesus! The pain!!! As the fist stoke fell, it literally took my breath away. He hit across the plug and it landed perfectly; the sting in my crack - above and below the plug - was something else while the plug stung into my innards. It was a good thing I was gagged as I would have screamed the place down. After a further 2 strokes, I backed up. I had enough. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going Bitch?” he breathed menacingly into my ear as he forced me back down. “Did you just talk the talk in all your messages and now can’t walk the walk, Bitch, is that it? I just knew you were going to be a fucking disappointment. Tell you what though, let’s just get three more strokes in and we’ll be done with this part, okay?” He must have felt me relax a bit… Only three more I could do. “There you go, that’s a good girl. I’m such a bad Daddy. Daddy is sorry, but you’ve got to be trained. You’re doing so well… I know you can take 3 more strokes, we are almost done and I will be so proud of you pleasing your Daddy like that...” I melted back into position as his words (delivered in such a graveling, almost sultry way) hit home.
The bastard certainly didn’t ease up and he had to hold me in place. I must have heard two or three times: “Remove your fucking hands!” before he could deliver that last stroke. I slid off the couch to the floor and instinctively rubbed my buttocks. It was stinging and I could feel the heat transferring to my hands. I ran a finger up and down my crack and brought it around thinking I might see blood, but luckily, he didn’t break the skin. I felt him settle down next to me on the floor before his hands went to my arse as well. “Oh my God, I’m so impressed. What a good girl you’ve been for Daddy - so brave, so strong. Perhaps you’re the bitch I always wanted and perhaps I can go easier on you in future and make you my main bitch. I bet you would like that a lot, wouldn’t you darling? Being my special girl and not any old cheap bitch, would you like that?" I nodded yes and allowed him to move my hands away from my butt for him to take over the caressing and rubbing. A minute or so later though... “Now get up and go into the kitchen and get your Daddy a glass of water, Girl. It’s hard work training you, but I will persevere if that is what you want. If so, come right back with that water and then go and get on the floor on your back right over there.”
I got my strength back as I went to the kitchen, gave him the water and took up the position of the floor he requested. As I did, the thought suddenly crossed my mind that I’ve just told him with this one action that I wanted him to persevere in training me. The training-me-for-what exactly thought quickly dissipated as he was over me the next moment, roughly taking off the duct tape around my head. I could feel it tearing out hair and at my skin. He dug the panties up from my mouth and only then did the taste hit me. I must have made a face of sort or just licked moisture back on to my dry lips. “What, Bitch, did you not like that?” he softly scowled looking down on me. He got to his knees and inserted four of his fingers into my mouth. “Yeah, I guess it’s a bit dry in there now, right? Let me help get some throat slime as a coating into your mouth. I girl needs a sloppy wet mouth cunt for what comes next.” He had such bony fingers and it really hurt as he roughly continued to push it into my mouth and also partially in to my throat. Gagging served it’s purpose and was made easier by him cooing “Good girl” every time I did.. I soon has a mouth coated in thick throat - slime. He swung his leg over my face and positioned his arse over my face. He lowered himself on to my mouth all the while spreading his cheeks. As soon as he landed on my mouth, he started to grind up and down over my mouth. I tried, almost in vain, to add my tongue into the mix; he was just too vigorous for me to add some tongue to properly rim him. In fact, I was scared he would crush or cut my tongue into my teeth with the grinding motion her performed.
“Almost there, Bitch. Once I’ve got a nice wet seal, I will stop moving so that you can get your tongue in there.” True to his word, he stopped a few moments later. As my tongue ventured into his arsehole, his weight on my face more than doubled. It took me a while to realise that he lifted his feet completely off the ground and stretched it out over my stomach down to my legs. My tongue sunk deeper into him and while I liked that, it soon dawned on me what seal he was talking about. I couldn’t breathe! “There you go, Bitch. Get in there! Yeah, work that tongue into my hole.. I will soon distract you enough to stop worrying about breathing.” With that his legs move to the sides of my body, resting his feet on my wrists which were next to my sides. With this his arse moved up ever so slightly and a bit of air crept in. I immediately felt his hands on the chastity cage, going straight for my balls, pulling and squeezing with gusto. My legs shot up; I swiveled left to right from my hips downwards to escape the grasp. I heard him laugh every time he returned for more CBT and my lower body started efforts to try and escape it. It turns out the head of a wooden spoon also has the perfect curvature to dish out testicle taps. How long this continued, I can’t be sure. More than half a dozen but perhaps not a full dozen visits to my cock later, he moved himself up and off me. “Fucking useless... nuts on a Bitch - only good to be abused and hurt until we get it off, right Bitch. Yeah, Daddy will train you. I know you want me to hurt you so good, don’t you just, girl. Tell Daddy that you want him to hurt you so good, go on, be the good girl I know you are.” I’m not sure what I said to be honest, I just luxuriated in pain in my kidney area dissipating, but it must have been good enough for him as he sidled up to me and caressed my cock and balls all the while telling me what a good girl I was.
The rest of the meeting continued in much the same way. Use and abuse, physical and verbal, to be followed by encouragement and gentle periods. He fucked me and then, almost rather brutally took a dildo to my cunt before he got back in and fucked me some more and until he deposited his load in me. Oh, how I had to thank him for that, for getting what I really didn’t deserve apparently. He pushed the butt plug back in me and told me to keep it in me for at least 2 hours. I cleaned his cock with my tongue before he left me to tidy up the bed and to compose myself a little bit. When I came down, he held my clothes for me and simply said: “No fuck off, Bitch. I will let you know later if you passed the audition.” He stood there watching and hurrying me along. It was only when I got home and went for the keys in my wallet to unlock the cage that I realised the keys were not there.
More to follow in Chapter 3. I welcome any comments in the meantime.
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