Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 1 (revised)

       Uncle Bill and his pals had used me pretty hard last night and most of this morning. I guess I made a pun, since there were plenty of hard cocks working away to loosen up my tight asshole and make face fucking me a much easier task. I have to admit that I just love to be the center of attraction, and I was still glowing from all the attention I'd gotten. They kept me securely restrained, although they didn't need to worry about me going anywhere, unless it was to suck a nice thick cock and gag myself silly or have my tight back door opened as far as the hinges would allow.

       Occasionally the gang of guys would run out of sperm for me to absorb, and then it was fun and games time. Most of the fun time was spent in the bathroom seeing how much piss I could drink from the toilet or straight from the numerous cocks that stood ready to deliver the contents of the masters' full bladders. They gave me a couple of killer enemas that made my insides feel as if they were on fire. To make it even more fun a bung was jammed up my quivering ass and kept in place for nearly thirty minutes after each gigantic enema. Naturally that always brought up the question concerning one's ability to ejaculate while holding an enema. I was sorely tested, but alas was unable to fully answer that conundrum.

 

       Enemas are one of my favorite ways to express myself, thanks to the efforts of my mother, the perfect mistress. I've been taking her special enemas ever since I started having erections. That originally was the punishment I'd get for becoming hard in her presence. I was a very late bloomer when it came to passing through puberty, my first erection spontaneously occurring a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday when I caught a glimpse of my mother leaving the shower. However, what was a horny sissy slut in the making to do when he had the chance to see a naked woman with 38DD tits and a vulva with the thickest patch of pubic hair one could ever hope in which to bury his face. I digress; bear with me. I do get carried away whenever I start reliving my earlier life with my perfect mistress.

       When my companions could no longer pump me to the brim with their powerful streams of hot salty cum, they decided to give me a memento of this lovely occasion. I was hung by my wrists from a hook in the living room ceiling, installed for the expressed purpose that was to follow. My ankles were roped and pulled apart until I thought I'd split in two. Then they were anchored to ring bolts buried into the wooden floor. Normally rugs covered the bolts. Uncle Bill doesn't like an untidy home or one that is not in harmony.

       I was then subjected to the cane, a four-foot length of bamboo that tapered down to the width of a pencil. To hear the whistling sound it made as it cut through the air on its way to my bare flesh was a challenge to my poise. In fact, for this session I was caned both front and back at the same time, requiring both of the canes that my uncle kept in his stockpile of whips.  One of them took a turn on my tender ass cheeks, leaving a pattern of purple-ridged welts starting from the base of my spine and completely covering my swollen buttocks. The other started whipping my stomach and slowly worked down to just above my penis, which was fully erect after only a few welts had been tattooed onto my bare body. Then the bamboo took a leisurely journey across the insides of my taut thighs, eating away at this most tender area as my penis twitched from the pain and excitement of it all.

 

       Traditionally the very last strokes of the canes are delivered to first my penis and then my scrotum, leaving me in breath-taking pain and at the same time usually producing a substantial ejaculation despite the excesses of the session. I was not disappointed, especially when the bamboo cane neatly cut my penis in half, almost instantly causing me to ejaculate, painful though it was, and then rapidly lose it's rigidity. In fact it became so limp that one of the men had to hold it out of the way so my scrotum could receive the final kiss from the cane. That blow made me retch up some bile and elicited a round of applause from the gang who had made me a very thoroughly thrashed and sexually satisfied pussy whipped sissy boy.

       Afterwards I somehow wiggled my swollen bottom cheeks into my ultra brief bathing suit made of a Lycra and Spandex combination, the material tightly molding itself to my bruised penis and swollen testicles. I then pranced out from the house and made my mincing way down the beach to take in the salt sea air and possibly show off my package to anyone that might be interested in seeing my equipment. Although at twenty-two, I'm a bit old for some of the teens that sun bathe out here during the summer, it's still nice to get a smoldering look from one of those lolitas. I often fantasize at returning when these beauties have reached an age where they could appreciate a sissy slut such as myself begging them to dominate me in much the same fashion as my dear perfect mistress of a mother does these days.

       Actually I was really hoping that those nice policemen who previously arrested me for indecent exposure would once more handcuff and take me in the trunk of their cruiser to a nice secluded spot where they would pump my tummy full of cum and force me to make love to their billy clubs once they were too spent to add any fresh creamy jizz to what was already percolating inside my swollen belly. I do so love a man in uniform, especially one with a big cock, and an even bigger billy club.

       I was so busy having my fantasy that I almost stepped on the young lady lying on the towel. I was totally embarrassed at first, and then I took a good look at her. I was in love immediately. She was the image of some pictures I had in my possession of my perfect mistress when she was in her late teens. The only difference was this young lady wore one of the briefest bikinis I'd ever seen, while my pictures showed a stark naked, smiling goddess with black hair and fantastic, rounded breasts that appeared to conquer gravity, plus a vulva that was already covered with a thick patch of pubic hair. I was too stunned with this amazing resemblance to say anything. I must have looked silly to this beauty, my mouth open, and hands fluttering in shock at what I was beholding. Then she spoke and I knew she was the one.

       "What the fuck is wrong with you? You nearly stepped on my belly! Now I want you to shake out my towel and smooth it to just the way it was before you nearly trampled me under foot. I wish I had my riding crop with me! I'd sure make you pay for this misdeed."

       I literally fell to my knees and groveled before this goddess, begging her forgiveness and promising to do anything to make up for my terrible breach of manners. All I received for my troubles was a kick in my ribs that hurt like fury. I moved away and continued to beg her forgiveness. She followed me angrily and landed a few more kicks to my body before stopping for breath.

       "From the looks of those welts you must truly be a giant fuck-up. It sure looks as if someone has already taken a turn on your miserable body and not too long ago. Why don't you tell me how and why those marks were created. Perhaps that will amuse me to the point that I won't tell my dad, the chief of police, about your attack on my person."

       At her words I nearly fainted. She in truth had the power of life and death over me. In my mind's eye I could see myself in some filthy cell hanging naked from the hook in the ceiling while a pair of big beefy policemen took turns beating my bare body with rubber hoses, making sure to concentrate on my swollen testicles, limp penis and kidneys when they weren't trying to crack my ribs or make me bring up some additional vomit from the blows that rained down on my belly and groin. Naturally she would be there with her riding crop, patiently waiting her turn once the pair of cops got tired of beating me to a pulp.  I was brought back to earth by her exclamation about my penis, which had begun to harden as I dwelt on my fantasy. It was impossible to hide my penis from her gaze, so I turned my back to her and placed my hands over the stretched fabric of my suit.

       "Get your hands away from your cock, turn around and put them on the top of your head. I want to get a good look at your equipment."

       I complied immediately, part of me being eager to show this fantastic creature what I did have to offer in that area. I had gotten plenty of compliments last evening and this morning about my equipment from men who knew a thing or two about a male's genitals and what they should look like. My captor added her comments to the mix.

       "You are definitely well hung. I wonder if you know what to do with that kind of equipment. On second thought, are you interested in making amends for your bad behavior by pleasuring me with your mouth and tongue?"

       I nodded so hard, my hair became tousled, which made her laugh.

       "Dad's away until late this afternoon, so we have all day for you to make me forget about this terrible event. Now pick up my towel and carry my bag as well. We'll be going in that direction."

       As she spoke she pointed down the shoreline to a house situated on a small knoll.

       "One thing you can count on is that I'll be adding to those welts you have. For your sake I hope your pussy eating skills are top drawer or it will go even harder on you. I may invite a few of my girlfriends to assist me in your punishment. How would you like to have to service some rather large, young women who are not that favorably inclined towards members of the male population? If all else fails, I shall have you stay until my father returns and then you will know what suffering is all about. He'll probably beat you to a pulp and have you arrested for attempted rape. You will not like what ensues after that."

       As she described all the neat and nasty things she had planned for me, my cock just got bigger and bigger until it was so painful I had to pull down my suit to let it out. My goddess thought that was funny and insisted that I take my suit off completely and stuff it in my mouth for the rest of the walk. As we plowed forward, she reached over and began to milk my super stiff penis with practiced skill. It only took a minute or so before she had me spurting a big stream of surprisingly thick cum out onto the sand.

       "That little breach of decorum is going to earn you more than just a few cuts from my riding crop. In fact I think I'm going to get dad's rubber truncheon and use it on that undisciplined penis of yours until it behaves the way I want."

       I thought I would swoon at the prospect of standing helpless, perhaps with her friends gathered around as well, while she corrected my stubborn penis with blow after blow from her dad's trusty truncheon. Perhaps she'd even let her friends have a turn when her arm got tired. I could just see the beefy young women wielding it like a feather as they smashed it into my scrotum and across my still stiff penis as I stared at the bare breasts of my new perfect mistress as she urged them to strike me even harder.

       We finally reached the house, which was much larger than I had originally thought. It looked as if a portion had been added to it well after its original construction.  It seemed like quite a bit of space for my captor and her father. I don't know why I assumed her mother did not occupy the premises. It turned out that my surmise was an accurate one. She ordered me to stay in the alcove while she got some things. I shivered from a combination of the coolness of the house and the thought of what type of punishment lay before me.

       It was some time before she reappeared wearing a fluffy, white robe that somewhat softened her persona for the moment. She made me turn so she could put me in handcuffs. She seemed to know what she was doing, making sure that the cuffs were ratcheted down until I winced, then clucking happily at my reaction. At this point I began to be concerned at what my uncle's reaction might be once he realized I had not returned from my walk on the beach. I brought this matter up to my hostess and received a slap across the face as her reply.

       "The worst that can happen is that he'll go to the local authorities and they'll begin a search of sorts. Of course you'll not be found until I wish you to be. Perhaps if you're not capable of being housebroken, you'll be here when my dad arrives. Of course I'll be quite tearful about your crude behavior and you can be sure that he will act accordingly. My father will ignore anything you say, that's one of his best characteristics. He knows what would happen if he didn't."

       Her tone of voice led me to assume that she held some power over him, perhaps almost as great as the hold she already had on me. Then she told me something that elevated her even further in my eyes.

       "My dad and I have been lovers ever since I celebrated my thirteenth birthday, which was shortly after my wanton mother left him for another man. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for me. Let me be very candid with you, there are places around here where a body will never be found, even if people knew the general vicinity in which it had been hidden."

       It is funny how one reacts when faced with the kind of revelation she had just provided. In my case, my penis, which had been rock hard and truly unruly, was now flaccid. Even trying to recall the sight of this goddess in that briefest of bikinis was not sufficient to rouse my penis from the coma into which it had fallen.

Things got a whole lot worse when she casually remarked that she had called some of her close girlfriends and they would be over shortly to assist her in making certain that I'd never, ever commit the type of insult to her person that I did this morning on the beach.

       Then she grinned mischievously and announced that she had already been in contact with her father, bringing him up to date on the incident that brought me to this place. He in turn had informed her that I was visiting Mr. William Collier, the most influential man in the area, and would be staying with him all summer. To add fuel to the fire, he also knew of my little run-in with some members of his department. In fact he seemed to know all of the gory details about exactly what had transpired, and now she did as well. I wondered what would become of me now that she knew everything of consequence.

                                                 (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                               Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut

                                                                                         by

                                         Rolf Palsy                                                        

                                                                                

                                                                                 Chapter 2

       My new perfect mistress took a look at the time and announced we better get cracking before her friends arrived. She directed me to start walking towards the rear area of this house. As we headed for wherever we were going, she chided me concerning my behavior with the two policemen who had spent the better part of a couple of hours showing me the error of my ways and making a most favorable impression on me as well as my asshole.

       "So you gobbled their cocks until those two hairy hunks couldn't get it up for you any longer. Based on what my father tells me, they claimed that you sucked better than any of the girls who they normally initiated during the summer, not to mention the tramps that live in our fair community, be they professional or amateur. I must admit that I'm rather jealous, having once been arrested by those two stalwarts for public indecency and taken to that well known spot for my introduction to society. I was fourteen at the time and just coming into full blossom. You can be sure that my father heard about it, but for once he refused to give into me when it came to disciplining his officers. This is one of the reasons that I respect and enjoy having sex wth my father; he is above most of the failings that drag men down to the level of brutes, including being a slave to his sexual needs."

       "The initiation procedure is fairly standard for females, you suck until they can't give you any cum to swallow. Then you are spanked until your bottom is as red as a beet. All this time you are securely restrained by handcuffs.The final step in the ceremony is to have one of their billy clubs inserted into you to determine if you are still a virgin. Those that fail this test, and I was one of them, receive a second thrashing; this time they use their police issue belts and believe me, they do sting. I wasn't able to sit comfortably for a week afterward. Worse still, when they return you to your parent or parents, naked as the day you were born, they inform them of your virginal status. This invariably leads to further punishment in the cases where the girl has failed this critical test. However that is kept in the family and never discussed in polite society."

       "Of course we "tramps" make it our business to learn all the juicy details from our fellow sinners. You would be amazed at the number of "bad" girls that develop lengthy relationships with their fathers and sometimes even their mothers as well, once the truth about their sexual maturity has been revealed. In my particular case my father had already deflowered me some time previously, and so there was no additional punishment provided, although I did make up some rather lurid tale with which to regale my fellow sinners."

       She went on about my scandalous behavior with the two officers of the law, evidently they had revealed all the juicy details to their superior and more than likely their peers as well. At least I hoped so. The thought of being arrested over and over for indecent behavior as I pranced and minced about the area in my thong supported package display sack made my cock leap involuntarily. It was noticed by my new perfect mistress who promised me the fires of hell before she was finished taming me to her satisfaction. I could hardly wait for my torment at her hands to begin.

       "My father insists that his men always make sure that whatever they do, it emphasizes their own personal safety. I can imagine the thought of unprotected anal intercourse with a person showing obviously gay characteristics would be most off-putting to them. Had I been faced with this situation, which come to think of it, I am, you would have gotten my baton where it would have done the most good. I guarantee that I'd have drawn blood, and plenty of it, before I was done skewering your candy asshole."

       "That must have been very amusing to witness. It seems they took turns using their clubs as a wooden substitute for the hard lengths of man meat that you so desperately urged them to use. Not only did they take turns seeing who could get deeper into you, which they claim you thoroughly enjoyed, they also took the initiative and busied themselves with draining your testicles as another method of controlling your deviant behavior towards them."

       All this talk had started to elevate my blood pressure and harden my cock. My hostess noted this, promising to take the starch out of it once we were comfortably ensconced in her private playroom. Then she continued tweaking me verbally, relating what she had heard from her father.

       "The combination of prostate massage and manual manipulation of your rampant member induced a copious discharge after but a few minutes. They claim your ejaculation arced nearly three feet from where you stood. To be on the safe side they decided to induce a second ejaculation using the same approach. Once more you produced an impressive discharge after perhaps fifteen minutes of fairly steady stimulation. Their curiosity was now piqued and so they determined to continue sodomizing you with their batons, taking turns manipulating your sex organ which still displayed a surprisingly degree of stiffness. You produced more of the sticky white stuff and they were just preparing to continue their investigation of your capability to deliver sperm when they were received a call from the police dispatcher to investigate a complaint from a local citizen concerning a band of teenagers wo were trespassing on his property. Had this not occurred, you might have remained in that secluded area producing load after load of your bodily fluids until you either passed out from dehydration or became too limp for further stimulation."

       By now we were entering a dimly lit room devoid of windows. I could make out some rather tacky and odd furniture that was arranged in haphazard fashion. Then I noticed what appeared at first glance to be some type of prayer bench, an odd thing for this room to contain. Soon I was to discover its true function much to my surprise and dismay. My hostess turned up the illumination and I realized I was occupying what appeared to be some kind of amateurish dungeon or torture chamber. I looked over at the far wall and saw the restraints and whipping implements hanging from pegs. My survey was interrupted by her voice, which now had a very hard edge to it.

       "Let's get you over to that table and see what we can do about taking some of the starch out of that nasty appendage you seem to delight in waving before me. I would imagine by the time my dear friends and fellow sinners arrive, you will be sufficientlysoftened to be allowed to meet them." My hard cock twitched in anticipation of what was to occur. My cock did more than just twitch when she opened the fluffy robe to reveal her bare breasts, the nipples captured by silver spiders, and her skin tight black latex panties that screamed defiance for any male that did not immediately fall to his knees and worship that fat lipped cunt that was perfectly outlined by the material. To complete her outfit she wore thigh-high black leather boots with heels that were at least five inches. I fell to my knees in awe of her spectacularly presented body. The little smile that came and went in the blink of an eye told me volumes.

       "On your feet you poor excuse for a man and approach the table." I did as she commanded. She made some adjustments to the table legs and positioned my rigid cock into a channel that had been carved out of the thick table top. At the edge of the table was some kind of metal and leather holding fixture that she attached over my cock, capturing it firmly so that I could not pull it away from the channel in which it now resided. One strap held it about an inch from the tip, the second a few inches from the root. It dawned on me that she was going to use one the items hanging from the wall to chastise my unruly penis. Part of me could hardly wait, while the more survival oriented portion of my psyche cowered in abject fear and trepidation. I watched her fantastic buttocks twitching from side to side as she strode to the wall like a panther stalking its prey and selected a length of leather shaped like a very thick whip. It had thicker bands of leather circling every few inches. She returned to where I stood, transfixed by her flawless body and that horrible tool she brandished before me.

       "Ready or not here it comes!" Seconds after she cried out, she landed a vicious blow that flattened the bulbous head of my imprisoned prong. I heard the sickening sound a millisecond before my synapses transferred the terrible pain that it had created to my brain for processing. The pain was so great that my full cry of agony came out as a strangled, sobbing gasp and tears ran down my cheeks as I shivered and tried to stop the involuntary twitching that was running through my body like an electric current. Part of me realized that the men who had caned me this morning had certainly refrained from attempting to cripple my manhood. I could not say the same for this gorgeous hellion who was drawing her arm back for a second blow that smashed into the middle of my rapidly swelling cock.

       This time the shock wave was different, originating at the point of impact and running quickly to my scrotum which shrunk, raising my testicles out of harm's way, so to speak. Then the freight train of pain rumbled up to momentarily cut off my ability to breathe, enough to make my heart almost stop, before moving to my jaw of all places, paralyzing my ability to even groan. I tried to swallow and failed, my throat seeming to have joined those other portions of my body that had ceased to function properly for perhaps five to ten seconds, an eternity to this poor victim of my new perfect mistress' wrath.

       I was so focused on the pain that I didn't realize a third blow was about to fall. It exploded between the first pair of hits and for a moment I thought I was going to vomit. I fought to prevent things from getting worse, I could imagine how angry she'd be if I threw up all over the shiny floor and the table upon which my numbed tool lay, swelling even more as the flesh reacted to the brutal blow she'd just delivered. The pain had lessened somewhat, perhaps I was becoming accustomed to the results of the leather club as it was once more brought down on my cock, which was now beginning to turn an ugly shade of purple from the number of blood vessels just below the skin that had been ruptured by each blow.

       "My goodness, that big thing of yours seems to have gotten even bigger. I wonder if it's still hard; we'll have to check it out and see, won't we?" The gorgeous teen loosened the leather straps to allow my badly beaten cock to be checked out for stiffness. She had me take a step back from the table, causing my purplish prong to slip from the edge. It now hung nearly perpendicular to my body, the swollen head dangling straight down. She clapped her hands gleefully at the tight of my limp cock.

       "Let me give it a few tests to make sure it doesn't require an additional treatment." Her hand closed around the top of my limp length of bruised and battered flesh, and began to slowly massage it. At first the pain of her grip overwhelmed any pleasure that I normally would derived from such a manipulation of my favorite toy. She cooed contentedly as her hand continued to gently rub the tip against the crotch of her latex bikini panties. To my dismay I felt the first surge of blood returning to my swollen cock, so did she. I was doomed.

       "It feels as if that naughty thing is still not properly cowed. Another session is needed, and quickly, since my friends will be arriving very shortly. God help you if you're still rampant when they see you. It will go extremely badly for you in that case. I can shut my eyes and see my dear friend, Monica, beating your scrotum with her riding crop after Bonnie, our resident manhater, gets done squashing those gonads of yours in her powerful hands. All the while Matilda, Mistress Matilda to you, will be cutting your bottom to shreds with her custom-made multi-stranded whip with the metal tips, before she switches to one of the canes stored here for her personal use." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fantasy, imagining how each would look and be dressed. I groaned inwardly when I realized that my battered cock was rising up from its dormant state, evoking a sharp intake of breath from my new perfect mistress, whose name I did not even know.

       Once more I was positioned, my cock held firmly within the web of leather straps. Although it was sore and throbbing, part of me was excitedly waiting to experience another wave of pain as my teen mistress prepared to discipline my cock further. Before she began raining blow after blow down on my vulnerable prong, she frowned and warned me that she intended to beat my fractious appendage without letup until her friends arrived. I took a deep breath and prepared for the worse. She did not disappoint me.

       The first one was by far the most powerful she had dealt, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stiffen as the pain lanced through my body. I could not gain breath until two more blows had fallen on my still defiant sex organ. The pain was steady now since my entire length of swollen man meat was fully involved. My cock was a single mass of twitching, throbbing agony. The sound of the club cutting through the air was frightening, the leather drubbing my blue-black cock again and again until I thought that I would faint from the continuous stimulation of my pain receptors. I could see little lightning flashes when I closed my eyes after a particularly vicious hit and tried to will myself through the wave of intense pain and pressure that ensued. I lost track of the number of times she had slammed that terrible weapon onto my aching member.

       I found myself praying that her friends would arrive, to end my suffering. Then another part of me would remember what my new perfect mistress had warned was in store for me if I was still unrepentent. I was between a rock and a hard place. Suddenly the door bell rang and my beating was stopped for a moment. When the bell ran a second time, she delivered a blow to the head of my cock that made me scream in sheer, pure agony and loose control of my bladder and bowels. She stepped back from the mess I was making and snarled, "You will pay dearly for that faux pas before we are done with you this day."

                               ( To be continued )

                               Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut

                                                               Chapter 3

       While she was away, my disobedient penis became its usual unruly self, rising like a phoenix from the ashes. My new perfect mistress returned with her three friends and was confronted by my emboldened sex organ, once more aroused, firm and eager to continue the unequal struggle despite the reinforcements that had arrived to subdue it permanently. I heard voices first and comments concerning the fresh welts from the caning I'd received earlier in the day.

       " Nice work Marci, but there is still plenty of empty space on that cute ass that is calling out to me and my trusty cat-o'-nine-tails." That comment brought laughter from the group and a blush to the face of my new mistress.

       " I had nothing to do with those marks. In fact, based on what I am seeing, he is making light of the blows that his rampant sex organ received from my rubber truncheon." Marci's admission brought some mocking sighs and disapproving clucks from her coterie.

       Now the trio came into view, and my erection turned from wood into steel, increasing in size and stiffness. The harness of straps pinning my swollen member in that rough wooden channel strained to contain it. Marci ordered her friends to step back and give her room so she could resume beating the stiffness from my aroused sex organ. She was merciless, pounding the hard leather club across my twitching cock, beginning at the bulbous head and marching down its throbbing length to my groin.

       I became so fixated on the three new goddess-like creatures that Marci's assault on my fractious sex organ melted into the background, becoming at best wallpaper for the eyes and elevator music for the ears. Standing more than a head taller than her two companions was this blonde Amazon with breasts jutting from the bustier she wore beneath her leather jacket. The jacket was open just enough to bare her convex midriff featuring a pierced navel. To complete her outfit she wore a pair of short shorts that appeared to be sprayed over her plump pudenda, so tight that the material outlined her fat cunt lips. To complete her ensemble her two tapered columns of flesh were housed in leather boots with at least three inch heels. All I could imagine was her firm rounded buttocks descending onto my face as I lay there naked and helpless, my penis stiff with lust and my tongue pushed as far out of my mouth as it could be, homing in on that dark, puckered region she was displaying as her hands held those impressive cheeks apart.

       Returning to reality I took a very close look at the vision of youthful beauty flanking the blonde Amazon's left. She had auburn hair cut short, but not extreme. Her green eyes were focused on what was transpiring between my rampant sex organ and Marci's hard length of leather, and those orbs seemed to dance as the unequal struggle now intruded into my consciousness for a brief moment, then  receded as I gave her my undivided attention. She was dressed almost as if she was coming from a tennis match. Her peach colored skirt would never have been deemed appropriate for a public exhibition , since it ended but a few inches from her crotch. I could hardly wait for her to make some type of bending movement so I could ascertain what, if anything, covered her pubes. The top was a bolder and deeper shade that contrasted strongly with that brief, very feminine skirt. It was also form fitting and called attention to her pert breasts that poked against the fabric trying to contain them. I would guess her to be no older than perhaps sixteen, and still developing. Her best feature however was her long tapering legs that seemed to go on forever. I could easily imagine those limbs wrapping around my waist, or better still my shoulders, so I could inhale her musky scent.

       The third member of the trio was pencil thin and clad in shimmering black latex that seemed to flow over her bony frame. Her face was a combination of alabaster skin highlighted by strategic areas of black  coating her lips and making her eyes appear to be hollows in her almost gaunt face. Her piercing eyes were as black as night and the straight black hair that may have been enhanced somewhat and probably had been ironed as well, hung down to a few inches above her shoulder. The word "goth" immediately came to mind, but her all over impression was more aggressive than passive. When she licked her lips with a tongue that was blood red, I became even more sexually excited, much to the dismay of my perfect mistress who was having a very difficult time getting the attention of my totally out of control sex organ. I was utterly mortified when my perfect mistress grew frustrated at her inability to control the raging length of flesh jutting from my loins, and tossed her rubber hose to the floor.

       "I'll not be embarrassed in my own home in the presence of my dearest friends by a person such as this. He will yield to my wishes or I will have my father arrange for him to be incarcerated so that he might be punished properly for his disobedience. In the meantime I will mark him so that he will never forget his place again!" 

       With these words Marci reached for the weighted cane prominently displayed among the gallery of whipping implements. I shuddered at what that monster might do to my bruised and swollen sex organ. Now that I was no longer distracted by the trio of exciting females surrounding me, I began to realize the level of pain she had caused. Still the stimulation that flooded my senses as I enjoyed the sights and scents these demi-goddesses projected translated to a degree of stiffness in my penis that was impressive.

       Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and Marci was deterred from attacking me further with a weapon that most likely would have caused permanent damage to my person. Despite her status as the daughter of the town's police chief, nothing would have protected her from the wrath of my uncle, a man of tremendous influence that reached far beyond the boundaries of this seaside enclave of wealth. The quartet moved a distance from where I stood, my body trembling in anticipation of what might occur once their meeting was concluded. I could make out an occasional word, but nothing to give me any inkling of what was to be my fate.

       The Amazon and the Goth seemed to be doing most of the talking, which was a bit surprising since I was obviously the property of Marci, that was definitely the name of my teenaged mistress. Finally there seemed to be a meeting of the minds and the four beauties now turned their attention to me. By now the pain from the brutal beating that Marci had inflicted on my penis was taking its toll and I was shivering from the steady pain now radiating from my swollen, discolored member.

       "From the looks of that tool and the way he's shaking, I'd say that you did a much better job on that ugly, undisciplined thing than you give yourself credit for."

       The Amazon's words brightened up my perfect mistress, who glared at me and waved her club in my direction, causing me to shut my eyes and hope for the best. Suddenly I felt a finger insinuating itself between my cheeks and worming past my sphincter to begin probing my rectum in search of that lump of flesh that controlled part of my sexual responses. Since the invasive digit had easily penetrated me, it probably belonged to either the Goth or the auburn-haired beauty. As soon as I opened my eyes it became immediately apparent that the vision of darkness was doing the honors, and rather quickly homing in on her target, my prostate. She began teasing it with practiced skill and I wondered if perhaps she was bisexual, such as myself. I immediately chastised myself for this breach of loyalty to my new perfect mistress, and vowed to confess my sin to her as soon as we were alone.There would prove to be many days of terrible pain and suffering before that moment arrived. It was Marci who pronounced my sentence and as she did, I cursed my impetuous penis, vowing to bring it under control if it was my last act of this earth.

       "My closest friends have advised me that you require their support in becoming the docile sex slave that I envision. In truth they agree that involving my father and the resources that he has at his disposal would yield the same result, but at some price for me with respect to the relationship that now exists between he and I. I understand their point and agree that you are certainly not worth any deterioration in my current position. Therefore they will take turns taming you to my specifications."

       "Each has selected an aspect of your makeup that must be trained to meet my goal of having someone who will be available to satisfy any and all of my physical needs. During your training period you will remain under the roof of whoever is training you, except when your particular services are required by your uncle, who according to my father has a great deal of influence on our little community. He will represent me in any negotiations between your uncle and myself on issues that have the potential to cause conflicts between us."

       "Martina will be your first instructor, and shall be treated as if she were I. She, like your other trainers,  has the authority to discipline you when and how she sees fit. More importantly, she may at her disgression call upon others, all women I might add, to assist her in both your training and discipline. Once she is satisfied that you have reached the goals she has set, you will be turned over to another of my closest friends for further instruction under the same set of rules. I will be most distressed if you are not returned to me, fully trained, within ten days."

       The blonde Amazon had taken leave in order to make a phone call to her mother, announcing that they'd be having a guest for the next few days. By the time she returned, Marci had turned to her friends and they were holding a discussion, probably about exactly what each one was expected to accomplish during my various training sessions. Martina busied herself in getting me prepared for the walk to her house. Soon I was swaddled in a robe that covered my naked body from knee to neck, and hid the fact that my wrists were held behind my back by a pair of handcuffs, a loan from Marci. In addition Martina had attached a weight to my scrotum that with every step I took, stretched my sack and its contents in a most painful manner. Her cohorts were impressed by her command of the situation, and the way in which she made certain that I would not stray while we made the trip to where her mother awaited us. From the bits and pieces of their whispered conversation that I heard, Martina's mother was someone highly respected by this circle of teenagers. Since I had caused this situation with my insensitive behavior, there was no way that I could argue that what would probably occur to me in the next week or so was not of my own making. I just hoped that I would give a good account of myself, enough to make my new perfect mistress accept me as her sex slave.

       The trek over the sand with the sun beating down on my robed body and the cruel weight swinging from my scrotum with every step was an ordeal that intensified with each minute we walked toward what seemed like a dot on the horizon. At long last, just as I thought that another step would be my last, we arrived at a small, charming house surrounded by a picket fence. Martina told me to wait outside the front door while she entered. I took this period to regain my composure and prepare to meet the Amazon's mother. At last the door was opened wide and I was confronted by a weather beaten woman clad in a bikini, her body tapered and quite muscular. It was obvious from her body and those flashing gray-green eyes that this was Martina's mother. I tried to keep my eyes lowered as befitting my status, but she was like a magnet and I could not help them from roving over that awesome shape. The more I stared, the harder my penis became. Despite the pain from the weight that by now felt as if it was strangling my testicles, my rod stiffened fully. Her physical prominence had overcome my awe and fear. I could hardly wait for whatever she would demand from this unworthy sissy slut of a slave.

                                                               (To be continued-rolf palsy) 

                       Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 4

       I could not help comparing this half naked creature of the sea to my perfect mistress and mother who I dearly missed despite all the attention I had been receiving since my arrival at the island. The look on her face was haughty as befitting one of her stature. She advanced towards me, but stopped perhaps six feet from where I stood, transfixed by the aura of power that radiated from her well-toned body.

       "Remove that silly robe so I can gauge what you have brought into my home. I trust this one will have more spunk and character than the others you have tried to foist off as creatures worthy of my time...Well, well, well! What do we have here? I'll give this one credit for impertinence and a minimum of good taste when it comes to his betters. Tell me I'm correct in assuming that his member does respond to discipline, but not with any degree of regularity."

       I stood there naked and restrained, unable to control that rampant length of gristle that had once more betrayed me before my superiors. Despite the weight hanging from my scrotum and the long, tiring trek across the sand, my other self was glorying in the company of these two female beings. I knew that there would be a penalty to be paid for my display of cheekiness, but it would be well worth the pain and suffering to be in their company for what would be only a brief period of time.

       Mistress Martina was quite upset with my behavior and vowed to make me wish I had never been born as a male. To my astonishment the other goddess took the position that like most dumb animals I was incapable of being disciplined properly until made to understand what caused me to behave in that way. Then she addressed a question to me, much to the shock of her daughter.

       "Tell me, my well hung creature, exactly what was your dear mother's reaction to that unruly appendage when it first arose, in more ways than one I might add."

       I was caught totally off guard by her piercing question that went to the heart of the matter. From the corner of my eye I could see the look of surprise on Mistress Martina's face. Obviously the blonde Amazon had been raised by this other goddess in an environment that must have been almost free of the male presence, except perhaps in some menial position that depended more on brute strength than intelligence. Those green eyes began to flash, a prelude to anger, at my failure to respond. So taking a deep breath, I launched into an exposition of my early experiences with my perfect mistress.

       My face grew flushed as I described the first time I ever saw her naked and what that event created in my psyche. The woman nodded her head as I described my confusion and the realization that my sex organ was an entity that seemed to be independent and uncontrollable. Mistress Martina snorted derisively, but a quick frown from her mother silenced her immediately. From there it was relatively easy to describe the technique that my perfect mistress utilized to bring that fractious beast to heel. It was a lot more difficult to confess that I began to look forward to those discipling sessions that gave me the opportunty to actually make physical contact with my mother's bare flesh as she adminstered one of those scalding or freezing irrigations that demonstrated a power, albeit a temporary one, over that creature that lived in my sex organ.

       Unfortunately the creature was never vanquished completely; it was always lurking , waiting for another chance to view my perfect mistress in her unclothed glory. For reasons that I could never understand, mother presented the beast with many opportunities and it always reacted in the same fashion, leading to another series of irrigations to send it back into hiding until her next unveiling. Things almost reached a solution during the summer of my sixteenth year when mother's sister and niece, a  girl my age, spent the better part of a month visiting. Naturally there were discussions about my behavior and various methods to rid me of the creature were initiated to no avail.

       The upshot of these deliberations was that mother gave her sister and niece carte blanche to attempt any reasonable method for totally eliminating the creature from its control over my sex organ. Day after day I was securely bound to a narrow bed in the guest room occupied in principle by my aunt and her daughter. Rarely was I left to myself. My cousin, Miranda, was fascinated by my penis and its ability to recovery quickly from one spending after another induced by her firm hand. Aunt Linda would look in on us often, joining with her daughter to keep the pressure on the creature in hopes that the demon would leave my body. Of interest the creature seemed to be much more responsive to the efforts of my cousin.

       There were times when my penis was so sore and my poor testicles so swollen from the unending demands on them that it appeared as if the creature had been vanquished. It was then that mother would enter and test me by undressing so I could see her naked body. No matter how many times they had milked me to completion, the sight of my most perfect mistress displaying her magnificent breasts and that covering of thick pubic hair guarding her most intimate region would immediately cause my exhausted sex organ to find the energy to regain its rigidity, bringing on a furious new assault by my angry, outraged tormentors.

       It was Miranda, probably wth the blessing of her mother and my own perfect mistress, who initiated me into the mysteries of heterosexual intercourse. At first I was reluctant to engage in such a betrayal of my mistress, perhaps mostly out of fear of the unknown. However Miranda was insistent and one afternoon after a lengthy session of forced ejaculations that left me on the verge of exhaustion, she took command of me to the point that we engaged in sexual intercourse. In my depleted state it was a rather lengthy coupling which I found most enjoyable after a time. I had to admit that I was not adverse to the sight of Miranda's naked body in concert with the delightful friction her clasping vagina caused to my penis. This in turn lead to me recovering sufficiently to generate a  weak, watery discharge that splattered onto my heaving belly, as her tight fist pumped my sex organ until it grew limp.

       I remained in this flaccid state for the better part of an hour. My aunt and mother were invited to view the results of the sexual union between Miranda and myself. Initially they were delighted at the state of my usually rampant appendage. However a few minutes after their visit, I began to show signs of reviving. Miranda mounted me once more and rode me to another ejaculation, being very careful to remove my penis just before it spurted a rather healthy amount of sperm in a trail from my groin to my chest. This time she scooped the hot, sticky material up and fed me every drop. It was astonishing in its texture and extremely salty taste.

       From then on until Miranda and her mother took their leave, I ingested huge amounts of my sperm, often in my perfect mistress' presence. She had begun witnessing me and Miranda having intercourse and seemed to enjoy watching my rigid member penetrating Miranda's vagina with vigor and enthusiasm. To my amazement she took to disrobing while Miranda and I were copulating, which made my erections and ardor even stronger, but alas shortened the period in which I was capable of performing. Quite often Miranda barely pulled my spurting sex organ from her tight vagina, getting dollops of it on her hands and arms, and once onto her full, firm breasts, much to her distaste.

       Since my aunt Linda chose not to share the room with her daughter, having found much more inviting quarters elsewhere, Miranda and I could have sexual relations around the clock and so we did, except when my perfect mistress decided to give me an irrigation, more for her own amusement than any other reason . Her sister always participated in these events and manipulated my penis steadily as I was filled to near bursting by steaming or icy cold enemas that on occasion were doubled, creating cramps that made me feel as if my stomach and bowels were on the verge of exploding. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and so it was with the visit of aunt Linda and her daughter, Miranda.

       The green-eyed goddess waved her hand,a sign for me to cease my tale. She approached until I could smell the scent of the ocean from her body.If anything my unruly penis increased in size from her proximity. A small smile broke her stern visage, then she asked the one question, whose answer sealed my fate for the next three days and nights.

       "Has your perfect mistress trained you in the art of cunnilingus?"

       I blinked back the tears that formed as I remember my frustration at never being allowed to use my tongue to worship my mother's bare body. That was forbidden! Her most intimate region was shut to my efforts and only made available to very close friends of her sex, which naturally included aunt Linda and might now also be welcoming Miranda as well. I felt as if I had been driven from the garden of Eden, when the realization of that gulf between the sexes was made known to me in no uncertain terms. Sex between mother and son was taboo in her household. I found it unfathomable to understand the reason for such a law, but in truth it existed.

       She looked toward her daughter and smiled wolfishly. Mistress Martina shared her glee. I awaited my fate. The woman crooked her finger and bade me follow her into another room of the house, leaving my escort to her own devices. Once we entered,she turned and said:

       "You arrival couldn't have been timed any better. I've just returned from my swim and other things and rather than shower, I think it would make a great deal of sense if you were to use that wagging tongue of yours for something better than telling tales about your famly."

       With that she removed her bathing suit to reveal her glorious naked body. I nearly swooned at the sight of such firm flesh. Her breasts were large, rounded and seemed to be unphased by gravity. Her vulva was as bald as a child's, featuring a set of lips that were thick and bloated with blood. Poking from the top of her entrance was a fat nubbin of flesh that I knew to be her clitoris, the seat of sexual excitment. Her body was well muscled like an athlete, exuding strength and power that made my knees grow weak. I feared that perhaps she might overwhelm my adoration for Mistress Marci before these three days and nights  passed. This was a woman in full bloom like my perfect mistress, one that might even have sex with me if I merited such a gift. The conflicting urges inside my mind made it feel as if there were warring armies battling on the territory of my flesh itself.

                             (To be continued-rolf palsy) 

                                Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 5

       Until such time as the goddess deigned to reveal her name to me, the lowest slave on the island, in my worthless world she would be known as the sea spirit. This first halting step in my progress toward my true nature and place in the world made this pussy whipped sissy slut happy for the briefest of moments. The sea spirit seemed to understand the faint smile that I allowed to cross my features. She beckoned and turned to go, this unworthy slave stumbling to stay in her wake.

       I followed her into the bathroom, a room that seemed out of place as part of this modest dwelling. It was large enough to hold a half dozen people quite easily, had a huge porcelain tub with dragon claws, but no apparent shower until I spotted it off to the side. I had never seen a toilet quite like the one that seemed to dominate this tiled temple dedicated to cleanliness. My sea spirit caught me gawking at this porcelain creation and informed me it was custom built for her in Japan and shipped here by freighter, a gift from an admirer.

       

       There were two huge basins that seemed to flow seamlessly from the walls. They were so large and deep one could easily bathe a baby in one without any difficulty. Two large mirrors complemented them, and called attention to the fact that there were no other mirrors, strange for a room with this function. The tile work was exquisite, done with an eye for color and texture.

       The floor tiles were a checker board of gold and ebony, while the walls and ceiling were basically white with a hint of rose swirling just beneath the surface, giving them a warm, muted effect. I was enchanted to the point I almost went to my knees. However when she waved her hand to turn on the lighting, I was overwhelmed. I felt as if I was a child exposed to something that was so beyond anything I'd ever seen that I had no words to use to describe it. 

       Everything in the room took on a different character. The shower that was so inobtrusive that I almost overlooked it, stepped forward in a dynamic and rather off-putting way. The two huge basins had a more sinister meaning as if they were focal points for some unknown or unknowable function. I felt a degree of nausea when my eyes focused on the tub that appeared capable of holding more than just water. It was that strangely designed toilet that now was the dominant piece in this large room and I could no longer discern its true function. How odd, I thought.

       "My, my,  you do bring some degree of sensitivity to my home. I am very pleased. It is rare that my daughter can differentiate between gold and dross. Perhaps you are just a lucky stab in the dark on her part. We shall quickly see." Her words were all too much for me to bear and so I fainted dead away.

       Something wet and warm awoke me from the trance into which I had fallen. I opened my eyes and quickly shut them tight. In that brief moment I was confronted by an angry red gash of flesh that was the source of both sensations. My face was being bathed in pee; from whom was not known at this time. When I was ordered to open my mouth and swallow every golden drop I realized it was the sea spirit who was dousing me. In parallel I recalled my new surroundings, stark, sterile, mechanical, all came into mind. Somehow I had been transported from that strangely beautiful and at the same time frightening room to this new place. I obeyed my watery goddess and began ingesting her offering which proved to be salty yet contained no trace of acridness.

       "Yes, you aren't in Kansas anymore. My daughter assisted me in moving you to this place where you shall remain for a time to do my bidding. My little surprise overwhelmed you to the point that you had a fainting spell, an odd thing for a person of your somewhat limited sensitivity and understanding to display. Perhaps there is more, much more to you than what was displayed to my daughter and her friends."

       "I know them well! Each, including my daughter, has her own little set of dark secrets that they think no one else knows but them. Taken in total they are not a bad lot, but much remains for them to be taught before they can aspire to full womanhood and power. It appears you have been smitten by the young one, who is admittedly a budding beauty and comes from good stock. Be advised that neither of you have what the other needs. Do not despair, your fate may encompass many things that are not easily attained by most of your kind."

       Although I was still cuffed, that bothersome weight that was attached to my scrotum had been removed while I was senseless. I gave thanks for small favors and concentrated on capturing each and every spurt of that golden nectar that flowed from the sea spirit's bladder. The amount that was stored in her bordered on the impossible. I had drunk my fill as evidenced by the bulging belly I had developed, but still it flowed unchecked from between her thick lips. "Had enough for now?" she asked, increasing the flow as she spoke. I let her pee fill my mouth and she laughed at my signal of surrender. Abruptly the flow stopped and although it was a challenge, I managed to gulp down the last of her generous offering without spilling a drop.

       "I see from the marks that you have been caned recently, I'd guess less than a day ago." I nodded as she touched the raised weals with her fingertips, still enough to make me wince on occasion. The sea spirit sighed and continued, idly teasing my wounds, and in doing so arousing me, almost against my will.

       "I don't know how many canes I broke over my sissy slut's bare ass in the five years he spent with me. There were so many welts in various stages of healing that his bottom, back and thighs looked twenty-five years older than the rest of his body. His penis could remain erect under the most violent of beatings and there were many, administered by myself and some of my close friends who gathered around me in my hour of need. I was continually amazed at his phenomenal ability to endure under the strictest of disciplinings. Based on the marks I've seen, plus what I've heard about you from other sources, you remind me a bit of him. Don't ever tell my daughter, but he sired her. She was too young to remember much about him, being only two when he took his leave. Thanks to the untruths I have fed her she is not curious about his existence."

       At this revelation I was stunned into silence.How could this be? Why would a goddess such as herself want to associate with a sissy slut?  As a race we are nothing but veneer, and of poor quality and workmanship. My mind was in turmoil, but there was much more to her story and as she resumed her tale, my attention was once more riveted on every word she spoke.

       "In the begining he was so utterly and absolutely beautiful that I became determined to change what could not be changed. That was due to my lack of maturity and infatuation with this seemingly marvelous creature. At first I applied brute force, beating him by the hour as he hung by his wrists, naked and totally vulnerable. I started with a leather strap, then in time graduated to a riding crop, then a tawse, the last step before the whip, a blacksnake that could be wrapped around almost any portion of his body."

       "I took to hanging weights from his testicles once his legs were spread to the point that the tendons appeared ready to burst from the strain. I played a game with my whip, seeing how many times in a row I could make it wrap it around his swollen scrotum. His screams and bellowing were music to my ears in those days. I truly thought my efforts were making progress. How naive of me!"

       "One day it dawned on me that his erect penis was the only constant. It was always available when I wished for it, day or night. Even after the worst imaginable whipping, one that left him looking like a piece of shredded meat, he was still erect and able to pleasure me if I wished, and I often wished. Now I was fixated on that penis and determined to bring it under my control, so while I was disciplining him, it would be limp as befits its state until I wished otherwise. This was my undoing, for as I focused on destroying what was his best feature, I was also bringing harm to my own psyche as well."

       "Now his beatings were in two parts, first the whip to his bottom, the insides of his thighs, finishing across his back, as many strokes as I could deliver. Then I'd take a brief rest for my arm to regain its strength. His penis was well above average in size, especially length. I'd take the head in one hand and bend it from his body until he gasped from the pain. That was my signal to begin using my trusty rubber truncheon, purchased from the UK, a country that does things like this correctly. I'd drub his penis from root to tip and back again for as long as my arm could sustain its strength. He never once failed to vomit from this terrible treatment, and I'd enjoy leaving him suspended, covered in his own bile while I took a shower and freshened up."

       "To my great shame I exposed my weakness to other members of my sex and soon there were almost daily visitations from dominant, powerful women with their own ideas on how to break him to their will. I would not tolerate any thoughts of emasculation,  that would be an admission of defeat and ruin both of us. I likewise eschewed multilation and drugs as reasonable avenues to taming him. So it became more of the same, the only difference being an increase in the amount of time that was spent beating him senseless and the type of implements used. I could not stomach the use of the loaded cane that one of my dear friends utilized during a session. He was left with deep cuts and bruises over most of his body that made even simple things like breathing an exercise in agony. I realized that this direct method of disciplining was not working."

       "Now the door was thrown wide for other ideas and many were put forward. He was given massive doses of female hormones that softened his skin and made his breasts grow significantly. This was intended to shame him, but he ignored that aspect of things. It even had a minimal effect on his penis, which now required oral and manual stimulation in order to create a useful erection. For a time I reveled in this minor victory, but finally had to admit that it was a violation of my own ground rules concerning the use of drugs."

       "One of my close friends taught science in the local school, definitely a rara avis. She would spend her time attaching wires to various portions of his anatomy and sending electricity between them, varying the amount of voltage and current to suit the region she was "stimulating". The first time I witnessed the effect of that invisible force on his penis was a memory I shall never forget. His entire body grew stiff, then his shaft twitched just before a copious ejaculation was induced. For the better part of two days she visited me to see if there was an ideal set of parameters that could cause his penis to become flaccid for up to three or perhaps four hours, then return to its normal state. Unfortunately his ability to recover within thirty minutes was little affected by the amount of power that was transmitted through that unruly organ. Secretly I was not unhappy over that conclusion."

       "For nearly a week another of my dear  friends forced him to drink huge quantities of water, many gallons a day, until his belly appeared to be on the verge of bursting. Then his bloated stomach would be caned, forcing the water from his mouth and nostrils, often causing him to become unconscious from his inability to get enough air into his lungs that were now competing with his gigantic stomach for space in his body. The rationale, if one existed outside of humiliating and causing him great pain, for this approach was to make him more aware and appreciate what a woman endured during her pregnancy. It was hoped that as a side effect, he would get permanent stretch marks similar to what many pregnant women experienced. However what did occur was an imbalance in his blood's electrolytic balance creating some very serious problems that forced an end to this approach."

       "My friends remained focused on the objective of taming him. One, who was a nurse, devised an approach that did what the water treatment could not do, expand his stomach to enormous dimensions and keep it that way for hours on end without any fear of causing any type of chemical imbalance within his body. She carefully inserted a thick walled balloon partially filled with water down his throat and into his stomach. The balloon was sealed at the end to a thin hose that would not interfere with his breathing. The hose in turn was attached to a small pump that first removed the water from the balloon, and then was reversed so that it forced air into the balloon, causing it to expand tremendously. After a few trials his stomach could be expanded by eight to ten inches in girth and held in that state for many hours. He certainly attracted a lot of attention from my friends who visited often just to watch him struggle to breathe."

       "He was kept filled like some miniature blimp for up to sixteen hours a day. Intercourse was out of the question due to the size of his belly, but that did not prevent me from regularly manipulating his penis to induce some rather impressive discharges that caused him a great deal of discomfort. The sex after his stomach was allowed to return to its original size was colossal! I was a happy woman, for a time."

       "Then he took sick and it was touch and go, with no one knowing what the malady was that slowly squeezed the life from him. It was then that a very dear friend who lived in Japan heard of my trouble and offered to take in my sissy slut and nurse him back to health. I had a great deal of faith in her and since he was wasting away before my eyes, I did as she suggested. That was over fifteen years ago, and he still lives, but his health will never fully return. To this day I am tormented by the fact that it was my overarching arrogance that led to this less than desirable conclusion to our lives."

       "I am consoled somewhat by the fact that he is able to have sex on a regular basis with various women from my dear friend's extended family, including of course, my dear friend who claims his penis is the only portion of his body that has returned to full strength. She does admit that a steady diet of her hot-holed, chubby-legged nieces with tight, warm, wet pussies that wrap around his stiff cock like snakes consuming their prey do wear him out on occasion."

       "Now my pussy whipped sissy slut, it's time to earn your keep before I have to turn you over to the not so tender mercies of my petulant daughter. Be advised that there is little I can do to protect you from her wonts which can be at times quite bizarre. She is willful, arrogant, demanding and a bit of a misanthrope. Be very careful of what you say around her, and above all be your subservient self at all times."

                       

                                                                  ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 6

       I was turned over to the tender mercies of the blonde Amazon by her mother, who had stolen my heart and already proved to be a good counselor. There was some confusion in my mind over her title, let alone her actual name. If she was Martina, then who was Bonnie? Of course I dared not ask for a variety of reasons ranging from self-preservation to my status, which was less than any female of her species. Immediately she confounded me by stating that we were going to visit some dear friends, and likely would remain with them for the next few days. I was devastated? Any opportunity to bask in the presence of the Sea Spirit was doomed for the present. How could I possibly survive?

       My new mistress wasted no time taking command of me. Her powerful hand captured my scrotum and began squeezing. She ordered me to put my arms out from my body and hold that position until she had softened my prong sufficiently that it could be contained in the wet leather pouch she had brought with her. The pain was terrible, but I did my best to follow her instructions. Gradually my shaft lost its rigidity and soon was draped over her hand which continued to crush my testicles. I began to tremble from the pain radiating from my testicles, bringing a chuckle from her as well as a slight incease in the pressure she applied. Finally she was satisfied to the point that she began fitting the pouch over my limp sex organ and throbbing scrotum. It took some effort on her part and generated a goodly amount of pain before she was satisfied enough to zip the pouch up, capturing my basket completely.

       She next hobbled me with a link of chain and cuffed my hands behind my back, making sure to ratchet the metal down until I thought it would eat into the bones of my wrists. My mistress produced a wet, foul-tasting pair of panties which became my gag, filling my mouth and making me fear asphixiation if by chance it began to travel down my throat. She observed that the panties belonged to her and had been marinating in the hamper for almost a week before being allowed to soak in her private toilet that hadn't been flushed in over two days and contained copious quantities of her urine as well as two large bowel movements. I cringed at this revelation and redoubled my efforts not to think of what my mouth was containing. Naturally I was an abject failure, obsessing on the filth that was intruding into every nook and cranny of its new home.

       My  mistress was still not satisfied with my appearance,and bade me to bend forward and place my nose on the table before me. She muttered something about public decency and how it got in the way of progress, a comment that meant little to me. What followed did make an impression and aided in my understanding of her unhappy comments. I suddenly felt pressure on my anal passageway that grew substantial in no time at all. Without the horrid gag that prevented me from truly expressing my discomfort, I'm sure my outcry would have irritated or even infuriated my new mistress.

       It did remind me of a number of male sex organs that battered and blistered my anus throughout the night and early morning at my uncle's residence. However this sensation was different in the sense that there was very little give in whatever was plowing its way past my over-extended sphincter muscle. I heard her grunt and the pressure intensified. The tool or toy had breached my defenses and was burrowing its way deeper into my rectal area, a most painful process since it had not been lubricated. Mistress Martine cursed and swore as she put more muscle to the task. The pain and pressure were now intense and I began to fear that it might rupture some portion of my insides. Then the movement ceased and all I could hear was mistress Martina's heavy panting. Whatever it was had found its proper place. I gave thanks to the gods for this consideration.  My thanks dissolved when the blonde Amazon attached what felt at first like a massive weight to my straining scrotum, stretching the basket to what seemed like its limit and a little bit beyond. Then I felt her gloved hand slapping my flank, her voice ordering me to get a move on. The journey had begun.

       It was hot, very hot, and I had no protection from the sun that blazed down as I trudged across the sand toward a house that seemed to be miles away. Just before we left the house, Mistress Martina had clipped a dog collar around my neck, attached to a leash. She informed me that between the butt plug with its faux tail and the leash, I looked for all the world like a strange breed of dog. We went another fifty steps or so, when she called a halt and announced we were taking a detour so she could show me off to the group of young teens taking the late afternoon sun.

       The heat, whatever was wedged up my bunghole and the weight dangling from my basket all conspired to place me on the verge of exhaustion. I must have been a laughable sight to those young girls who pointed in my direction and talked among themselves. All I could do was waddle like a woman in her last weeks of a difficult pregnancy, perhaps carrying twins or even triplets to full term. My eyes were bleary and it felt as if my eyeballs were being scrubbed with steel wool from the pitiless sun bouncing up from the burning sand. Every step or two mistress Martina would give my collar a good yank, causing me to almost lose my balance, but keeping me on the course she had set. Somehow or another we arrived at where four young girls, all looking to be barely in their teens, giggled and acknowledged my mistress, but studiously ignored my presence for the moment. I was trembling from exhaustion, my all but naked body covered with sweat. I was breathing heavily through my mouth, making me appear to be more animal than human.

       The quartet offered shade to my mistress, who quickly accepted this token of her exalted position. It appeared than one or more of these immature creatures had older sisters who were acquainted with Martina, my current mistress and owner.I recovered some of my equilibrium and took a closer look at the giggling girls. All wore strips of cloth that barely covered their budding breasts and certainly did little to conceal the clefts that marked the entry to their birth canals. All were just hinting at some small evidence of maturity, but still slim as seals. I wondered when they would be initiated by the local constables and how different it would be for them in contrast to what they afforded me.

       My reverie had made a connection with my genitals, and I was painfully reminded that there was precious room for any additional blood flow. One of them, a redhead with green eyes gave a childish shriek at the display I was beginning to offer. Fortunately or unfortunately, my mistress put a stop to this offensive behavior by quickly kneeing me where it would do the most good. I feel to my knees gasping for breath, and only the sodden panties filling my mouth prevented me from making a terrible mess where the quartet of budding beauties was seated. Even through the pain I was able to inhale some of the fragrant aroma of marinating girl gash-goo, which placed me in further jeopardy. Martina kicked me in the side and I toppled over, gasping for breath since her blow had landed in my ribcage.

       Suddenly I found myself face to face with a dark haired girl who might have been thirteen. She grasped my jaw and tilted my head back so I found myself staring into her dark eyes. Her face was set in stone at first, but my distress soon softened her to the point that her eyes began to dance with mischief. She glanced over to my mistress and observed that I had a rather large "package". Then she smiled like a cat about to dine on this canary and innocently asked if my prong actually functioned for females as well as my type. Before my mistress could respond to her question, which was more like a challenge to me, she pulled off the narrow strip of cloth covering her breast buds to reveal a set of hard nipples.

       The pain I experienced as blood rushed into my hardening cock was almost overwhelming. The others roared at her display and one by one also became topless. Between the quartet they might have filled perhaps a B-cup bra, but the collection of hard nipples gave me pause. It suddenly dawned that they had either been exploring each other's bodies or enjoying the sensations they could create within their own. A quick survey of four damp crotches told me all I had to know. Martina was highly amused and there was a twinkle in her eyes as she realized I was on to them.

       She quickly changed the subject and inquired of another member of the group whether her older sister was at home. The girl grinned and made an obscene gesture implying that she was not alone. Martina nodded and told the girl to inform her sister that we would be staying at the Wilson place for the next few days and she was invited to vist and participate in my training. The youthful teen innocently asked if the invitation extended to her as well. My mistress refused to answer, but did comment that what they were obviously doing in public could reflect badly on them in the future, especially if the beach patrol happened to come upon them while they were distracted. The girls were quick to don their tops and collect their belongings, the sun going low in the sky while the wind from the ocean was picking up.

       We resumed our march with the wind at our backs. The rest had improved my situation markedly and we made good progress. The only fear I had was that we might be stopped by the dreaded beach patrol and they might spirit me away for another session that might be much more stressing and more professional than personal. My fears were unfounded, and at long last we presented ourselves at the entrance to this rather large house with very little character or charm in my opinion. After a few knocks the door swung open to reveal a tall brunette, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties, clad only in black. Her face lit up at the sight of my mistress and she welcomed her enthusiastically.

       Our hostess ignored me totally, but made no effort to prevent Martina from ushering me inside. The moment the door closed she turned and led us to a stairway leading down to the cellar. I started trembling from the coolness of the house's interior, plus some slight exhaustion from fighting the elements during the lengthy trek to this destination and the fear of what was in store for me down in the bowels of this large house.I had good reason for my fear that was made obvious the moment I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the trio waiting for me.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 7

       I could not take my eyes from the trio of women that were black clad in leather, rubber and vinyl. Standing to one side was a blonde in her early twenties with a face that on the one hand had chiseled features worthy of a model, and yet at the same time could not conceal the overall harshness that visage projected. There could be no doubt that this was a mistress, one who would not tolerate any deviation from what she knew to be the best for her slaves. I was attracted and at the same time frightened by her aura that projected to well beyond the distance between the two of us. She wore thigh high boots with stiletto heels made of hand-tooled leather. Covering her arms like a second skin were opera length gloves of the same material and color. To complete her costume she wore a pair of black leather bikini panties that seemed to be molded to her pubic mound, and a matching bra showing much of her big firm breasts. The ensemble projected power and a distain for those lesser creatures that made up the majority of this world. I was in awe and fear at the same time.

       The tall, hooded, heavyset female standing beside the blonde goddess was another matter altogether. Her bare, upper body was criss crossed with leather straps that acted to control her huge breasts. Thick, heavy rings of some unknown metal were embedded in the flesh of those giants. They were so heavy that they distorted the shape of those massive mounds, making it appear that she possessed a set of sagging tits that belonged on a woman much older than her. Another set of smaller rings were hanging from the long nipples that seemed to be stretched to their limit. It was obvious that this large woman was not a goddess, but like myself, a servant or lower being. She wore crotchless leather briefs with an opened zipper fly that revealed her shaved cunt with its thick fleshy lips that were riddled with rings the size of those hanging from her nipples. I wondered if the poor wretch ever had the opportunity to enjoy a thick cock running in and out of that gash she called a cunt. To complete her outfit she wore platform shoes of rubber or leather; it was difficult to decide which material. Then I noticed that she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, as if the shoes were pinching her feet. Later I would learn much more about her shoes when I had the opportunity to walk in one pair as well. The pain was excruciating.

       Flanking the servant or whatever she was, stood a sharp featured brunette with dark eyes made even darker by the heavy makeup around those orbs. She had high cheekbones and lips painted black, giving her a most sinister look. She wore high heeled rubber boots held in place by a black vinyl garter belt that was located beneath the black, merry widow corset made of leather that emphasized and exposed portions of her large breasts and hour glass figure. To complete her ensemble, she too wore opera length black vinyl gloves. She appeared to be dripping with venom based on her choice of body covering, carriage and countenance. I was fascinated and could barely contain myself from throwing my worthless body at her feet and begging her to do with it as she saw fit. Indeed she would make me suffer greatly, but within reason since I was the property of another mistress.

       I was transfixed to the point that I made the terrible mistake of ignoring my temporary mistress, Martina. Vengeance was swift and painful. I was made to stand with legs apart to their limit. She took two quick steps and drove the tip of her boot into my package. I saw flashes of lightning as the pain rolled across my quivering body. I vomited again and again, causing the women to scatter like leaves in a cold wind, and bringing me closer to meeting whatever lay beyond this mostly pedestrian existence that I endured. My gag prevented me from clearing my lungs of vomit and I blacked out, sure that I had seen the last of this world.

       For reasons that were beyond my ken, the gods decided to let me remain on this plane for a time. Breathing was a chore, but most movements were terribly painful, especially anything requiring effort from my lower body. For a time my genitals were numb, a blessing that would soon run its course. Gradually I began to realize that I was completely naked. My next discovery was my hands and feet were linked together by chains attached to leather cuffs, forcing me to lie on my belly inches away from my cooling vomit that reeked to the high heavens.  Then the toe of a boot slammed into my ribcage making me whimper and cough. It was quickly followed by a voice commanding me to get busy and clean up the mess I'd made. A disembodied hand grabbed my hair and dragged me to the stinking mess and pressed my face into it as she ordered me to lick it up.

       As I worked on the foul smelling vomit with lips and tongue, occasionally receiving a kick to my flanks or worse still my testicles, which felt much larger than normal, my ears picked up the sounds of the others. It was difficult under the circumstances to take a glimpse in their direction, especially with mistress Martina watching me. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I had completed my task, or so I thought. My temporary mistress was not satisfied and so I went back over each square inch of the area I had cleaned. Midway in my task another pair of legs came into view. Initially I was perplexed by the sight of sheer black stockings covering shapely legs and a pair of shiny black shoes with stiletto heels. The voice was no help, so I took the risk and looked up, to see the woman who had ushered us here staring down at me.

       Before I could react, Martina grabbed me by an ear and began dragging me across the room to where the hooded woman was located, now strapped to a bench featuring a post and two wings, forcing her legs wide apart to the point that I could see them trembling from the strain. It was apparent that she had done something seriously wrong because she was naked and her bare body was criss crossed with fresh markings made by more than one implement based on the types of welt and cuts I could now see more clearly. Her ringed tits were a mess, bleeding in many places and completely covered with a pattern of welts made by a quirt. My poor bottom had often tasted the fury of that little devil, and evidently it was favored in this place as well.  Martine ordered me to begin using my tongue on the slave's cunt, and not to stop until she was satisfied that my tongue and lips were totally cleansed of the vomit I had removed from the floor.

       The slave wimpered with fear as I began my task. My experience with females was limited, but still there was something amiss with this creature. I had a great deal of difficulty getting past her rubbery cunt lips, and going deeper than the length of my tongue was problematic at best. However I continued this unequal struggle and was given more instructions by my temporary mistress. I sucked hickies into the insides of the female's thighs and was rewarded by some long drawn out moans and a shifting of her naked body against the straps restraining the poor creature. At long last mistress Martina allowed me to rest for a few minutes. Still she had me glued to the cunt mouth of the slave while she and one of the others used riding crops on her big tits, wringing further screams and begging from the slave. When they finished I was pulled away and set to work licking the boots of the other ladies who were quite particular of my efforts and scolded or even struck me with their crops whenever I failed to perfectly follow their instructions.

       When the chains linking my hands to my feet were removed, my hopes for some degree of mercy were immediately dashed. Metal handcuffs were used to hold my hands behind my back, and heavy chains connected to the leather cuffs around my ankles. They in turn were attached to a winch that soon had me dangling in the air, my head perhaps six inches from the floor. I was now at their mercy and they showed me none. The brunette began by stroking my cock and fondling my testicles while the others looked on and smirked as my dangling sex organ remained relatively flaccid. She became annoyed and the next thing I knew she was using the leather strap on her crop to whip my testicles and prong. I could smell her aroma and the scent of the leather and rubber garments surrounding me, a very potent stimulus that soon had my sex organ stiffening. The brunette smiled evilly and resumed stroking my cock that was now almost fully erect. Martina joined the fun by placing a cockring around the base of my stiff prong and tightening it until tears came to my eyes. She next noosed my testicles with a narrow band of leather and cinched it tight so that my testicles now seemed like one lump of shining flesh. Martina stepped back to admire her handiwork. I was now ready for whatever torment they planned.

       A paper clamp was attached to the head of my cock and I screamed myself hoarse from the pain it created. The nasty bonde mistress decided that another would look good on my swollen testicles. Three times she tried to make one grip the smooth lump of flesh that was now my family jewels so to speak. It was then that the older woman entered the fray and squeezed my nuts until I thought I might vomit. Still they were unable to put a clamp of my sack. However Martina had a better idea, hot wax. She and the others took turns, two at a time, dripping the molten wax from black candles that they moved slowly over my straining balls until they were black as night. I howled, begged, screamed, cursed and prayed aloud for the intense pain to stop, and finally there was so much wax on them, that it insulated my swollen scrotum from the molten wax that followed. I thanked the gods for that small favor. I spoke too soon as the first drop of melted wax fell on the head of my stiff cock. I was so hoarse from yelling that all I could do was grunt and whimper as they waxed every square inch of my straining cock. I don't remember when exactly I passed out, but I recall one of them commenting that my piss hole needed more wax, causing me to tremble uncontrollably as they laughed and lit another fresh candle.

       They roused me from my stupor by whipping the wax from my scrotum and cock. It was a nightmare and it only got worse as they lit fresh candles and proceeded to drip molten wax on my sensitized balls and the insides of my stretched thighs. Now they concentrated on the cleft between my buttocks,dripping wax along the region separating the scrotum from the tight ring of muscle protecting my rectum. I went mad from the terrible pain as each drop came closer to landing on my anus. I could only imagine the agony I'd experience if so much as one drop reached that area. I have no idea how long they tormented me in this manner. Closer and closer those fiery drops of molten wax came to my asshole. I begged, pleaded, promised them anything they wished, if only they would spare me the agony that they seemed intent on creating in me.

       I knew my time had come when a pair of hands spread my buttocks and a gloved finger began moving around my tight anal passageway. There were a few giggles, that seemed out of character for these demons, then the first drop struck my anus, dead center. I nearly ruptured myself attempting to  move my body from the path of those molten kisses of fire. Now there were other hands helping to control my thrashing and so they burned my most sensitive region with drop after drop until the buildup of wax defeated the purpose of coating the area. Somehow I failed to escape into darkness as I had previously. This was noted and mentioned by more than one voice. It evoked laughter or a sort, but I knew better than to think it implied mercy.

       Martina couldn't contain herself and so without any fanfare she brought her fist down onto my swollen balls. The pain was unbelievable and of such magnitude that I was unable to speak or even make any sounds at all. That lasted for perhaps a few seconds, but to me it was measured in weeks. I vomited, but only bile was released from my roiling belly. It did not go unnoticed and the blonde goddess stepped up and kicked me in the belly, her pointed boot making it feel as if I had been stabbed with a knife. I brought up some more bile which mixed with the mucous dripping from my nostrils to form a puddle of stinking filth beneath my dangling head. This time they called the slave to take care of the noxious mass I had produced. She slurped it up and then licked the floor until it glistened. All the while I shuddered from the constant pain that radiated from my family jewels and what felt like my roasted anus. It was the hostess who suggested that I be left to hang while they adjorned to another room to freshen up and have something to eat before returning to the task of  training their worthless sissy slut captive. I thanked the gods for this respite. Moments later the room was plunged into darkness and I was alone with my thoughts.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )