The Forced Sissy Fuck Pet

Slutty Sally, Session II. 29-03-2025 15:00 – 17:00.

As I waited for my next encounter with Lady Harrington, I found my thoughts consumed by her.

She was a woman of grace and charm, a true dominatrix who commanded respect and obedience

with ease. Every night, I would lie in bed and think about her, remembering the way she had

completely captivated me with her every word and gesture.

After exchanging a few emails, we had agreed on another session, and I'd made sure to prepare

myself as well as I could, taking my car and driving to the appointed location. Arriving ten minutes

early, I sent an email to let her know I was already there. Her response came back quickly:

“I Know”,

I read her email with a sense of both excitement and trepidation, my heart skipping a beat as I imagined her cool, confident gaze looking down at me.

She knew I was there, waiting for her

like a well-trained pet. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself, knowing that she would make

me wait as long as she wanted to.

I sat in the car, my mind completely occupied by her and the upcoming encounter. I pulled out my

phone to check my emails, but before I could do anything, her sub appeared, wearing nothing below

the waist but a chastity cage and high heels. He quietly led me to the room, gesturing towards the

bed where a maid dress lay waiting for me. 'She wants you to wear this and await her arrival,' he

informed me, taking the envelope I handed him,

“ thank you and Enjoy” he said before he left the

room.

I removed my clothes and pulled on the maid dress, feeling the soft material against my skin. I also

put on the blindfold, my world now a mystery of darkness and anticipation. I took my place on my

knees, my body trembling with excitement and desire. I was completely at her mercy, her toy to play

with, to use and to enjoy any way she wanted. After what I felt like an eternity, I heard her footsteps

approaching the room. I was on my knees, my excitement building with each passing second. She

asked if I was ready and I swiftly replied, “Yes, Mistress”, she entered the room, I was on my knees,

listening to the sound of her footsteps circling around me. When she commanded me to stand, I

obeyed without hesitation, and as she removed the blindfold from my eyes, I was finally able to lay

my eyes upon her once again. She was just as beautiful as the last time, perhaps even more so now

that I could see her clearly.

She began her inspection, moving around me, her hands and nose moving over my body, taking in every detail. She commanded me to open my mouth, and I opened.

She then sprayed some mint into my mouth and leaned in close to smell, saying, 'No tobacco this

time.' I nodded and answered, “Yes, mistress” a smirk of satisfaction came across her face and I felt

a sense of fulfillment knowing that I had pleased her.

She circled around me like a predator stalking her prey, her eyes narrow and gleaming with dark

intent. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you? Arriving early like that, without my permission…"

I turned and presented myself to her, bending at the waist, I spread my legs slightly, the cool air a

tease against my most intimate places.

"Ten minutes early, ten spanks you'll receive," she declared, her voice ringing with a wicked

promise. Then, before I could even draw breath, the first slap rang out, her paddle connecting with

the tender flesh on my cheeks.

A stinging pleasure exploded through me, a gasp catching in my throat as I clenched and squirmed

beneath her touch. But she didn't let up, and her paddle was falling in a steady rhythm.

Eight sharp slaps later, my ass was glowing a bit, but she wasn't done with me yet. The ninth slap

was a bit harder, she followed it swiftly with the tenth.I was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, drowning in the dark bliss of her domination, and my

mind was utterly hers.

She commanded me to get on my hands and knees. I lowered myself to the ground, feeling

vulnerable yet eager to please her. She placed a small bowl of water in front of me, and her words

echoed in my ears.

" A part from Belinda my dogs are what I like the most, so I want you to drink like one."

I obeyed, licking the water with my tongue. Once she told me to finish it all, I continued until the

bowl was clean, knowing that I was fulfilling her command.

As I stayed on my fours, I felt her hands start to explore my ass, her touch firm and confident.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my skin, and I understood that it was her fluids, her desire

for me, marking me as hers. I let out a low moan, unable to hold back the pleasure of the moment.

I laid on my back under her command , she positioned herself on the top of my chest, straddling me with her firm ass. “Open," she purred, with her eyes glinting with a dark promise. I parted my lips.

She took a glass of water and filled her mouth with it, then she tilted her head slightly, and a fine

stream of water began to pour from her mouth, arcing through the scant distance between us to

land on my waiting tongue.

I drank it down greedily, the cool liquid mingling with the heat of her breath, the taste of her saliva.

Each drop felt electric on my tongue, sending sparks of arousal through my body. She maintained a

steady flow, her lips curled in a smirk as she watched me drink from her mouth, watched the

muscles of my throat work to swallow it down.

In one long, thirsty gulp, I drank the whole mouthful she offered, the water sliding smoothly down

my throat to warm my belly. I gazed up at her, utterly transfixed, cock throbbing, craving more of

her touch, her control, her domination.

She repeated this intimate, erotic act two times more, each time pouring her watery offering into my

eager mouth from the same tantalizing height. Each time, I drank it down, savoring every drop,

feeling the wet warmth of her presence hovering over me, surrounding me, consuming me. By the

final swallow, I was drunk on more than just water, my body screaming with need, my mind lost in a

haze of lust and submission to her whims.

“You did well” she said, then she got up from my chest and placed her panties on my face, the scent

of her sweet nectar filling my nostrils. My excitement was at an all-time high, and I could feel my

own body reacting to her domination, unable to help myself. As she tried to put a chastity case on

me, she was met with no success, as my permanent erection was a physical testament to my

submission and desire for her.

She commanded me to rise, and there she stood, clad in a strap-on, her dominant presence making

my heart pound and my cock throb. She reclined upon the plush bed, exuding an aura of sensual

authority that made my knees weak and my resolve crumble.

"Serve me a drink," she ordered, and I scurried to obey, my hands trembling slightly as I poured her

beverage, desperate to please her in any way I could. Kneeling before her, I proffered the glass, my

gaze downcast in deference to my goddess."Now," she purred, her voice dripping with lust and promise, "worship my boots, and shower me

with compliments" My mind raced, desperately searching for words that could possibly do justice to

her magnificence. I leaned in, pressing reverent kisses along the sleek leather, my lips tingling with

each brush against the material, muted moans of awe escaping me.

"Thank you for letting me worship you Mistress" I breathed, the words tumbling out clumsily in my

desperation to flatter her, "you’re the most beautiful mistress I have ever seen" I continued my

worship, trailing kisses along the heels, my tongue darting out to caress the supple leather,

savoring the taste of the fine craftsmanship and the lingering essence of her.

She finished the drink, setting the glass aside with a soft clink. She motioned for me to serve her

another, and I leaped to my feet, nearly spilling the amber liquid in my haste to please her. With the

new drink in hand, I turned my attention to her other boot, my own arousal growing with each word

of praise I manage to say.

"Thank you for training me in how to serve you Mistress" I whispered breathlessly against the

leather, my own voice thick with desire, "you are so beautiful mistress" I punctuated the words with

kisses, my body trembling with the intensity of my worship to her beautiful legs.

As she drank, I watched the hypnotic sway of her throat as she swallowed, the way her lips

wrapped around the rim of the glass, and I could not help but imagine how those same lips could be

wrapped around me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to reach down and touch myself

through my dress.

Lost in thought and lust, I pressed my face against her knee, breathing in the intoxicating scent of

the finest leather and her own heady, feminine aroma. The heady mix left me intoxicated, craving

more, my head spinning with the sheer breadth of my desire for this goddess who held me so

completely in her thrall. I knew I would do anything, give anything, to feel her touch, to be claimed

by her.

She commanded me to clean her strap-on with a damp towel, and I eagerly set to work, savoring

each task of tasting her arousal once more as I meticulously cleaned every inch of the toy. "Now,"

she purred, “I want to see you sucking a cock." I dropped to my knees before her, my heart

pounding in anticipation in my chest. Gently, teasingly, I began my oral task, my tongue swirling

around the sensitive tip of her strap-on. Slowly, torturously, I took her length into my mouth, inch by

inch, until I felt the head of her cock pressing insistently against the back of my throat.

"Faster," she demanded breathlessly, and I complied, bobbing my head with increased fervor, the

obscene sound of my suckling filling the room as I lost myself in the act of pleasing her. My own

arousal grew with each pass, my cock straining against the confines of my dress, aching to be

touched, to be used for her pleasure.

Suddenly, she stayed my movements with a sharp "Stop!" and I pulled back, gasping, my lips

glistening with saliva and the lingering taste of her. She rose and retrieved makeup and applied it to

my lips and eyes. she took a wig placing it gently upon my head and stepping back to admire the

sight of me - hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and a mouth glistening with the evidence of my recent

task. "There", she whispered appraisingly, "much better."

Obediently, I rose and turned, placing my hands upon the closet door, presenting my ass to her

hungry gaze. I felt her fingers curling into my hair, tugging lightly as she spread my legs further

apart with the toe of her boot, forcing me to arch my back and push my hips out towards her. A

strangled moan tore from my throat as I felt the head of her strap pushing insistently against my

virgin entrance, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses."If you weren't so adorably cute," she murmured, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust of her

hips, "you wouldn't be raped." The cruel words only served to inflame my lust, my cock throbbing

almost unbearably as I awaited her next move.

“On your fours, now," she commanded pointing the bed. I scrambled to comply, assuming the

position she demanded, my ass raised and presented to her.

She gripped my hips with bruising force, and then she was fucking me, really fucking me, the

obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as she claimed me, used me,

fucked me with a fervor that left me breathless. Each drive of her strap into my ass sent bolts of

electric pleasure shooting through my body, and I could only thank her, over and over, for the

exquisite torment she subjected me to. I cried out at the sudden invasion, a mix of pain and pleasure

ripping through my core. But she didn't stop, setting a punishing pace as she fucked into me with

wild abandon.

Each thrust struck deep, the head of the strap slamming against that sensitive bundle of nerves

buried within my ass, my fingers digging into the sheets as she used me ruthlessly for her pleasure.

The room filled with the crude, wet slap of flesh against flesh, her heavy breathing, and my

desperate moans.

"Fuck!" she snarled, and with a few more erratic, powerful thrusts, I felt her stiffen and shudder

against me, her climax sweeping through her. The sensation of her cuming pushed me closer to the

edge.

She collapsed against my back, both of us panting and shaking, as we caught our breath in the

aftermath of our coupling. I could only whimper in weak, my body still trembling, forever grateful

to be of use to her, to be her beautiful little plaything.

"On the bed, on your back," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. I

hastened to comply, my heart pounding as I settled myself on the soft mattress, gazing up at her. She

leaned over me, her dark eyes glinting with wicked intent as she slipped a blindfold over my eyes,

plunging me into shadowy darkness.

But even then, I could still make out the tantalizing curves of her body, the way her breasts strained

against the confines of her top. That recording clicked to life again, her voice filling the room,

reminding me of all the filthy, depraved things I've done, all the ways I've debased myself for her

pleasure. I squirmed beneath the weight of my own arousal and shame.

Suddenly, the blindfold was ripped away, and I blinked in the sudden light. I watched, transfixed, as

she fastened leather straps around my ankles, immobilizing my legs with ruthless efficiency. The

fetters dug into my skin, a delicious promise of the pain and pleasure to come.

Before I could catch my breath, she was pressing something soft and damp into my mouth, I

obediently parted my lips, allowing the fabric to fill my mouth, silencing me.

"Who owns you?" she demanded, even as her deft fingers worked to attach the straps around my

wrists, leaving me utterly at her mercy. I could only mumble around the gag, but the truth was clear.

She owned every inch of me. Now, here, and even when I was not with her, she still ruled my

thoughts, my mind and my very being.

She released my hands, but not before I'd felt the strain, the delicious ache of being so thoroughly

restrained. Pads of soft leather encased my palms, denying me even the simple pleasure of touch.

Just as I was registering this cruel twist, a knock sounded at the door."Enter," she called, her voice ringing with authority. The door opened, and in walked her other sub,

Belinda. She ordered the girl to the bed, and she obeyed, lying down beside me. I watched, envious

and aching, as she commanded Belinda to put her mouth on her dripping cunt.

Watching them, seeing the pleasure on my Mistress's face as her sub pleasured her, was the cruelest

torment. It was exquisite agony, being denied my own release, forced to observe while denied

participation. But a dark part of me thrilled at the display, reveled in the knowledge that my

Mistress was finding such a pleasure.

After Belinda had fulfilled her duties, she was ordered to assume the same position I was in. I

watched, transfixed, as she lay down and opened her mouth. My Mistress slipped something

between her lips, and I strained to see what it was, but to no avail.

Throughout it all, I could only watch and imagine, my mind consumed with dark fantasies and

desperate, aching need. I was utterly at her mercy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. She owned

me, after all.

My rigid cock softened traitorously, only to surge back to full throbbing hardness as she raised the

chastity device. The mere sight and sound of that cruel steel bars made me ache with a desperate

need to be locked away.

She crawled over my trembling body, the device at the ready, but halted abruptly as she found me,

once again, rock hard and weeping for her touch, but still she tried, unsuccessfully again.

Frustration and determination warred on her gorgeous face. She was going to punish me, I knew it.

"Lay on the floor," she commanded. I hastened to obey, lying down under a bench beside us. The

cold floor pressed into my back as I gazed up at the breathtaking sight above - her perfect,

glistening sex hovering, taunting me. I wanted nothing more than to surge up and bury my face

between her thighs, to drink my fill of her ambrosia and inhale her intoxicating scent. But I

remained still, awaiting her next move with bated breath.

Suddenly, a golden arc of piss arched through the air, and I opened my mouth, desperate to catch

every drop. But she was relentless, a wanton stream splashing my face, my chest, my hair. The

acrid, bitter liquid seared my eyes and choked me as it shot up my nose, leaving me sputtering and

gasping.

“are you ok?” she asked, and despite the degradation, a dark thrill raced through me, relishing

every degrading moment. My body may have recoiled, but my soul reveled in her twisted brand of

affection.

"I'm ok Mistress," I managed to choke out, voice raw with emotion and lingering piss. She paused,

her gaze softening for the briefest instant, a flicker of concern in her eyes. My heart swelled,

knowing that even in her cruelty, she cared for me, cared to push my limits without shattering me

entirely.

At her firm command, I scrambled to the bathroom, the biting chill of the tiles searing my skin as I

lay down, trembling like a leaf. I barely had a moment to shiver before her luscious thighs spread

wide above me, affording me a magnificent view of her glistening, perfect sex.

Then, a scalding torrent of piss rained down, splattering across my chest in a molten cascade. The

heat was a shock, a brand searing into my flesh, marking me as her plaything. I gasped, shuddering

as the liquid soaked into my skin, warming me from the inside out.

As abruptly as it had begun, the flow ceased. My Mistress leaned down, her eyes. "Get showered,"

she commanded, a husky edge to her voice, "and return to me... when you're ready."Despite the degradation, a dark thrill filled me, loving every twisted moment. My body shuddered

but my soul reveled in her cruel affection.

I showered and returned to find her in bed. "Lie with me," she said softly. I joined her, savoring our

last moments together.

We talked and laughed, until time slipped away. Then she left. I dressed slowly, aching for more.

Stepping out, I knew I'd crave her every second until our next meeting. My mind will be lost in

thoughts of her touch, her scent, her voice. The days will drag and the nights will burn.

I was her addicted, her plaything. I'll count the time until I could surrender to her dark delights

again. Until then, her essence will consume Me.