| Feeling as though he was about to explode, he rushed for the toilet the instant the bathroom door closed. Normally he would spend 10-15 minutes in this position alone, but her instructions were clear. No more than 10 minutes to finish everything she wanted him to do. If he was late there was no telling what other punishments he'd rack up for himself. He hurried to finish and quickly turned on the cold water for the shower and got in. The water hit his skin like icy needles, but despite the temperature it wasn't enough to diminish his raging erection. He washed quickly, not paying close attention to anything except his ass, which he made sure was sparkling clean for his Mistress. She wanted him clean for something, and he could only imagine the numerous possible things she could do to him. He guessed that about seven minutes had passed by the time he got to the hallway closet and opened it to see what Mistress wanted him to wear. The closet was completely bare except for a pink garter skirt and white fishnet stockings hanging from a hanger. He turned his glance towards a shelf and there he saw her corset—the one she usually wore but for some strange reason hadn't worn today. On the floor of the closet was a pair of silver platform sandals. "Noooo," he whispered, "she couldn't possibly…" He hesitated before reaching out to touch the clothes, but his time was running low. He slipped on the garter skirt and pulled on each of the stockings, carefully attaching them to the garter straps. He struggled a little with putting on the bustier, but managed to get it on, then slipping his feet into the perfectly sized shoes and returning to Mistress's bedroom with just bare moments to spare. She was lounging across her bed, still wearing her bra, strap-on, stockings and boots. Her legs were spread, exposing her shaved-bare pussy, and he could see she'd been playing with herself. He immediately cast his gaze downward knowing that he wasn't supposed to see Mistress in such a position. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he saw her lick her fingers and swing her legs out over the edge of the bed. She walked toward him eyeing him speculatively. Under her gaze, he bowed his head lower, blushing profusely. He couldn't tell whether the feeling churning in his stomach was embarrassment at having to dress in feminine clothing or arousal at the fact that She had enough power over him to make him do such a thing. She laughed, "I always knew you were a sissy slut." He blushed more, and thought that to try to bow his head any lower would require curling up on the floor. "Yes Mistress," he said, for lack of anything else to say. "Look at me," she said, roughly using her hand to force his chin upwards. Seeing the obvious embarrassment in his eyes, she laughed again. "I'll bet," she said, "that sissy sluts like their asses fucked. Don't they?" "Yes Mistress." She pressed herself close against his body, and he gasped at her touch. She brought her mouth within an inch of his and reached around to use her fingers to play with his ass. He moaned, closing his eyes, and she moved her mouth so her lips almost touched his. "A regular old cock isn't good enough for a real slut, though, is it?" Lost in his arousal, he breathed, "No Mistresssss…." She continued to probe at his ass with her fingers and he found himself leaning back against them, trying to get them deeper. "My sweet little sissy likes that, does he?" "Mmhmmmm… yess Mistresss…." She planted a firm passionate kiss on his mouth before pulling away. "Kneel on the bed and bend over you little slut. We're going to see just how much you can take." |
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| AWAKENING pt4 By Princess |
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