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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
LARRY'S LOST MANHOOD
Larry stood awkwardly in his wife's walk-in closet. His wrist and
hands were numb. His arms were aching from being stretched cruelly
upward through the pulley attach to the ceiling and running down to
his handcuffs. His legs were stretched unnaturally far apart and
fastened to the closet wall on each side of the small room.
He could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood floor just
outside the door. Suddenly the door swung open, exploding Larry's
darkened world in a blazed of color. Blinking to focus his eyes Larry
gazed in worship at this beautiful wife/mistress. This gorgeous
creature he had dedicated the rest of his life to serving and pleasing
had on a short back satin robe and black spiked high heels.
In awe of this beautiful female Larry momentarily forgot about the
dildo buried deep in his ass, the life-like, flesh color, veined
replica of a cock that his dominant wife used to remind him of his
servitude and inferiority.
"SLAVE"
As his wife spoke that word, Larry trembled instinctively.
Her blond hair shimmered. Her feminine shape silhouetted by the
flickering candle light which highlighted her soft skin in the
darkened room.
"Are you behaving yourself? You haven't been touching yourself again,
have you?" she asked with feigned concern.
Larry tried in vain to speak through his gag, but could only make
grabbed, grunting sounds.
"You are showing great disrespect in not answering your mistress and
will be punished severely!"
Reaching behind his head she removed the gag saying. "My, my your
jaws must be sore from wearing this nasty thing for so long. Does
your mouth hurt?"
"Yes mistress, but I love you."
Larry's wife tilted back his head with her left hand then slowly
raised her right. SMACK! Swiftly she slapped her defenseless slave
across his aching mouth.
"You are such a ungrateful and forgetful slave. When will you every
learn to never complain to your mistress. Slaves have no right to
complain about anything much less the discipline they deserve."
"I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me."
"I will forgive you, but first you must be punished and punished
severely."
"Yes mistress, I deserve to be punished."
Walking out of the closet she picked up a tall wine glass from the
bedroom table. The glass was filled to the brim with her own still
warn urine. Returning she held the glass to his lips. "You must take
this warn drink and savor it."
"Thank you mistress."
"What does my slave want? What does my whimpering little boy/toy want
from his mistress?"
"A drink" Larry pleaded.
Dipping the index finger of her right hand into the glass she touch
his lips with her dripping finger. She watched with satisfaction as
her trembling slave opened his mouth and sucked every drop of urine
from her finger.
"What does my little slave want from his mistress?"
"Your piss. I want to drink your piss. I want to swallow ever drop
of your precious pee."
A subtle smile crossed her lips. A smile of both victory and contempt
for what remained of the man she had married. She felt both aroused
and exhilarated at her triumph of humbling a once proud and arrogant
male.
"Then you had better beg."
"Please. Please baby. I need it!"
SMACK! His wife slapped him with ferocious strength.
"What did you call me?"
"MISTRESS! Please mistress, I need to drink it so bad!"
"Tell me again what you need to drink, slave." She grinned.
"Your pee. Please let me drink it. Please mistress."
Again she dipped her finger into the glass of urine and touched his
lips. This time, however, she did not remove her finger from his
mouth after he had sucked it clean. This time she slowly began to
finger-fuck his mouth, sliding it in and out.
"I want you to pretend that my finger is a cock and that you are
giving me a blow-job. Pretend that I am fucking you in the mouth with
my dick." she commanded.
Larry shook uncontrollably but continued to suck and lick his wife's
finger.
"What are you sucking." she taunted.
"Your cock mistress." Larry mumbled as she removed her finger from
his mouth.
"Good slave. Drink!" she ordered, holding the glass to her slave's
lips and began pouring its contents rapidly down his throat.
Gratefully, Larry drank the glass of his wife's urine as fast as she
poured it into his mouth. He drank it as if it were a exotic drink or
a fine wine. He drank it as if he would never drink again.
As he drank the warn fluid, shivers went through his body. Feelings
of submission and passion swept through him. He drank the urine
deeply, savoring ever drop, trying vainly to quench is inner thirst
for submission and humiliation.
After he had drunk the entire contents of the wine glass, his wife set
it down and stepped behind him. With one hand she unbuckled the black
leather chastity belt cutting into his waist and let it fall to the
floor. The harness was used to restrain his cock and balls and to
hold the nine inch dildo deep inside his ass.
Slowly Larry's mistress pulled the large penis shaped phallus from her
slave's bottom and walked in front of him with it held contemptuously
between her thumb and fore finger.
"Your punishment slave is to clean this rod just like you cleaned my
finger."
"I'm not a queer." Larry mumbled.
His wife stroked his freshly shaved chest and legs.
"Your body is so smooth. You wear my panties and my nylon stocking.
And you pretended my finger was a cock. You must be queer."
"I am not a queer," Larry said in a pleading voice.
"But if you LOOK like a queer and you ACT like a queer, you must BE a
queer. Or are you just afraid to admit that what you really want and
need is a real cock, since you can't use yours any more? Wouldn't you
like to hold a real cock in your mouth. I could go out and bring home
a real man for you."
Silence filled the room. Larry was crushed by his wife's words and
deeply humiliated but a feeling of arousal was spreading through his
body. The sensation grew as his own penis thickened.
Noticing his growing erection Larry's beautiful mistress reached to
the wall and selected a short stiff riding crop. She walked behind
her slave and gently stroked the backs of his smooth legs, his inner
thighs, and his buttocks with the soft leather tip of the crop. His
mistress stroked up and down the crack of his ass.
Larry shuddered uncontrollably. He would do or say anything to please
his wife. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did harbor homosexual
tendencies. His own penis was erect.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Now I want my little queer slave to tell his mistress what he is."
WHACK!
"I'm a ..." Larry hesitated then blurted out "I am a queer."
WHACK!
"Say it louder, little slave, I can't hear you!"
"I'm a queer."
WHACK!
"That's better, but still not good enough. Say it louder and in a
little girl's voice," his mistress demanded.
In a high pitched feminine voice Larry shouted. "I'M A QUEER."
"And what does my little queer slave want more than anything?"
WHACK! WHACK!
"Cock. Your little queer slave wants cock."
WHACK!
"Tell your mistress again. Tell you mistress each time you feel the
sting of the crop. Tell your mistress until there isn't any doubt
remaining in your mind what you are and what you need."
WHACK!
"I'm a queer and I need cock."
Larry's mind was reeling. The entire scene was becoming a blur. He
no longer felt the rapid blows of the riding crop. His very
consciousness was fused with his mistress.
As Larry received his beating and shouted in a high pitched girl's
voice that he was a queer, his own large cock was stiff and proudly
erect. Drops of precum had formed on the top of his penis slit and
were beginning to trickle down his rigid shaft.
SLAM
Larry's mistress abruptly swung the closet door shut saying "That
dildo had better be clean when I open this door again. Larry was
again engulfed in darkness.
The discipline he had just received was beginning to work on his
sexual psyche with calculated effectiveness. As Larry collapsed on
the floor he was asking himself. Did he need cock? Did he need a
cock to hold, a cock to suck, a cock to caress with his lips and
tongue? Did he want and need a warn, real cock? Did he want to be
fuck in the ass?
He visualized being fucked in the ass by his lovely mistress. He
imagined feeling the initial contact with his anus and the slow,
satisfying penetration as his anal muscle succumbed to the unrelenting
pressure of the dildo as the massive tool filled his dark, colonic
tunnel. The rhythmic movement as his mistress thrust the fake cock in
and out of his ass.
In the still quiet of the dark closet, Larry somehow found the dildo
and began to lick it clean. As he licked his mind travelled back in
time. Back to this first anniversary. Back to when his lovely
mistress/wife first taught him to need cock. When she first taught
him the worthlessness of his own manhood.
LARRY REMEMBERS
Larry remembered the night of their first anniversary. He had
completely satisfied his wife with his skilled tongue. She had
climaxed so many time he had lost count. As always, Larry had yet not
been allowed an orgasm of his own. His wife's inner-strength was
beginning to returning in the after-glow of the sexual release she had
just experienced.
This was her favorite time to play with her slave. Her inner-strength
was at its peak, and her horny slave's inner-strength was at its
lowest. She was relaxed and content while her husband was trembling
and weak. His only thought were his desire to make love to her, to
put his cock in her pussy and fuck her until he exploded in orgasm.
This was also her favorite time to have long talks with her husband
about their marriage. This was the time her husband would confess his
most secret inner thoughts and fantasies. It was from these intimate
discussions that their mistress/slave relationship had evolved. She
loved humiliating and humbling him and making him submit to anything
she could dream up. Tonight she was want to see what his limit for
submission really was and would he give up his manhood to please her.
Pushing his head from between her thighs she patted the bed beside
her. When Larry was lying on his back his mistress mounted her very
horny slave. Larry almost swooned with delight he was going to be
allowed to climax. She guided his rigid member to cunt. Slowly and
deliberately she sank down as his shaft disappeared inch by inch into
her hot, wet vagina. As she began to raise and lower herself Larry
began to thrust upward in order to meet each push of his wife's.
"Don't move," his mistress commanded
She continued her maddening dance of love. Larry made another slight
movement upward trying to keep his cock deep inside her pussy.
Reaching down she slapped his face.
"I said, Don't move' and I meant it. Don't move! Do what I say or
I'll quit right now!" she warned.
Larry concentrated on lying very still. He needed his climax so bad
he was shaking and whimpering. This was the only condition that his
wife would ever allow him to orgasm in.
"You may lift your legs and wrap the around my hips, slave," said his
wife in a comforting and loving voice.
Eagerly Larry spread and lifted his legs and warped them around his
wife's small, soft waist. As she began to move again, it felt to
Larry as if she had the cock instead of him and that he had the
vagina. This reversal of roles felt natural and right to him. He
felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to have a wife that
understood his innermost fantasizes and desire. It was only four
months ago that he had confess that he sometimes had a secret fantasy
to be a woman.
Each slow thrust of his mistress brought Larry closer to his orgasm.
Although he had pleasured his wife each night during the past week, he
hadn't been allowed to climax. His testicles felt as if they were
read to explode with the pressure of a thousand unreleased orgasm.
His mistress had planed it that way. She had wanted him prepared for
the anniversary of their marriage and his initiation into total
slavery. She wanted to transform him completely.
The last week of waiting and wanting no longer matter to Larry. He
was now receiving the rewards of his patience and devotion to his
wife. Tonight, he knew that, at the time of her choosing he would be
allowed to cum.
"What does my slave husband want?" Asked his wife coyly.
"I want to cum."
"How bad does my little slave want to cum?"
"Soo...bad. Please let me cum, mistress. Please. I need to cum so
badly," Larry begged.
"If you really wanted to cum, you'd cry for your mistress, your tears
would be a sign of devotion to me. I don't see any tears maybe I
should stop."
"Please baby. Please. Please. Please."
Soon moisture began to form in of Larry's eyes and then salty tears
began to trickle from the corners of his blue eyes and run down his
face. Finally, the dam broke and his entire body shook and shudder
with sobs.
"Oh, I love you mistress. I love you. Please let me cum. Please.
Let me cum. Oh, I love you. I need you mistress. Oooooh..."
Larry was on the verge of cumming, one step from the summit of his
orgasm, a fraction of an inch away from the pleasure of his life.
As she pulled up and away from Larry, his mistress said in a soothe
voice, "I'm sorry, I can't let you cum this way."
As his cock slipped out of her warm cunt, Larry felt as if SHE had
pulled her cock from HIS cunt. He began to sob uncontrollably.
Burning tears flowed down his cheeks and into the corners of his
mouth. His wife cradled him in her arms as if he were her little
baby. Still sobbing Larry clung to his wife.
"There, there slave. I love you. This is for your own good. Tell
your mistress all about it," she cooed.
"But I needed to cum so BAD," sobbed the slave, "I've waited so LONG!"
"There, there, little slave. Cling to your mistress. Come on, cry
and get it all out. Tell mistress everything. Give yourself
completely to your mistress. Your mistress knows what's best for
you."
Larry cried and wailed. The flood gates of his emotions swung open.
He poured out every ounce of feeling to his mistress.
Larry pleaded to his wife, "but its our ANNIVERSARY!!".
"I know, little slave. Hold me tight and close and I'll tell you
about my anniversary gift to you."
"Oh, I love you mistress."
"I know you do, and because you have been such a good little slave
this past year, I've decided to reward you."
"Oh, I don't deserve a reward. Serving you is my reward, mistress."
"You are correct. A slave deserves no reward, but still, I have
decide to give you one." Reaching over she opens the night-stand
drawer and takes out a box. "Your reward is in this box."
Larry's trembling hands took the gift-wrapped present from his wife
and tore off the paper. Inside the box were two dildos.
One was life-like in every detail. It had a smooth head and the shaft
had veins like a real penis, it even had testicles attached at the
base. It was about the size of Larry own penis. The only difference
between it and Larry was that the fake cock had a bulb and tubing
coming from it. When Larry squeezed the bulb a milky white fluid
spurted from the end of the rubber cock. The other was much larger
and made of hard plastic. It was at least nine inches long and a full
two inches in diameter.
Larry gave his wife a puzzled look.
Caressing his cheek gently with her finger tips his wife spoke. "Your
reward, little slave is that I will advance you to an even higher and
purer degree of slavery my pet."
"But mistress I already belong to you."
"Indeed you do, slave. But you will now be mine more totally than
before." She smiled.
Larry looked even more confused. "HOW!".
Looking deep into his eyes she though, this is it. Will he submit to
what she wanted or would she file for divorce?
"I have decided to no longer allow you to use your cock for sexual
purposes. I will take away the ultimate symbol of your independence
and manhood."
"But mistress...." Larry started but his wife put finger to his lips
and said.
"Hush! Hush! let me finish. This is the first and most important
step of many that I will insist that you take if you are to be my
slave for life."
With his next words Larry wife knew she had won!
Larry threw himself into his wife arms and ask. "But how will I be
able to make you cum! How will I be able to give you pleasure?"
"You will no longer be able to pleasure me like a man pleasure a
woman. If I need that kind of pleasure, I will get if from someone
other than from you." Her slave began to cry again. She laid in bed
smiling and stroking her slaves head for many minutes until he had the
courage to ask more questions.
Still sniffling Larry timidly ask "Then how will I be able to please
you mistress!"
"You will please me like one female pleases another. You will please
me with the touch of your fingers, and with your lips and tongue.
When I desire penetration you will use the smaller dildo."
"But why can't I please you with my own penis?" Larry cried.
"Do you enjoy being my slave?"
"Yes. You know I do mistress."
"Do you NEED to be my slave?"
"Yes, I've come to need being your slave. I love serving you."
"Can a proud and arrogant male make a good slave?"
"No, of course not mistress."
"Well, I want you to be a good slave. You will lose your manhood, but
you will find the true happiness that only a slave can understand. I
know you don't understand this right now but your mistress knows
what's best for you little slave."
"But how can I be please, mistress? I need to cum so badly."
"You will be entered as a woman is entered. Your anus will become
your vagina. From this night forward, you will only cum by being
fucked in the ass."
Larry's mistress/wife took the larger dildo from the box.
"I will teach you to need this rod in the same way a woman needs a
man's penis. You will learn to love this rod. You will come to know
each of its veins and wrinkles and you will learn to savor it smell
and taste. You will even learn to crave and orally worship it after
it has been withdrawn from your own bottom.
As Larry's wife spoke these words. She watched his own cock swell and
throb. She wiped her finger across the head of his dick, picking up
some of the precum fluid leaking from his pee slit and put the semen
drops on his lips.
"I will make you into a dirty slut," she continued. "This dildo, will
become the center of your life. You will pray to it for your pleasure
and depend upon it for your release. It will become a part of your
fantasizes. You will dream of it at night, of it entering your ass.
During the day you will serve me as my obedient slave toy. When you
have finished satisfying my sexual desires, you will beg me to enter
you with this dildo. Besides pleasing me it will be the most
important thing in you life."
She raised the dildo to Larry mouth and held it to his lips.
"Kiss your new lover, then open wide."
Larry kissed the tip of the dildo then open his mouth and received as
much as his mouth could hold.
"Does my little slave need to cum now?" His wife asked innocently.
"Yes desperately mistress. May I please be allow to cum, please."
Larry whimpered and begged.
"First go into the bathroom. On the counter is a can of hair remover
and a fresh razor. I want your body as smooth as a baby's butt. You
have forty- five minutes. If I find any stubble anywhere on you, or
if you return one minute late, you will not be allowed to cum at all
tonight. Now go, I'm watching the clock."
Larry ran from the room as his wife picked up a magazine.
She had already been sexually satisfied that night, but the thought of
subjecting her slave to this new humiliation was arousing her all over
again. Her nipples were starting to get hard and her pussy was
getting damp again. As she lazily finger her erect clitoris and
looked at the pictures of men in bondage in the magazine, she felt
pride in what she was accomplishing. She was transforming her once
arrogant husband into her submissive slave. If only other wife's knew
that they could manipulate a man's sexual desire to bring them into
slavery what a wonderful would this would be. She now understood that
the macho ego of any man could be forever destroyed by women who know
the key to their hidden sexual desires. This was something she would
definitely have to tell her female married friends.
Forty minutes later, her slave emerged from the bathroom. He
hurriedly tried to crawl into bed and cover himself with the silk
sheet.
"Oh no you don't slave. Go over and stand before the full-length
mirror, I want to see you." His wife commanded. She got up from the
bed and walked over to her slave. His body was still lightly raw from
being shave for the first time. Kicking his ankle gentle she ordered.
"Spread you legs apart and put your hands behind your head, elbows
out. Let me inspect your work. You still want to cum don't you or
did you masturbate while you were in the bathroom?"
"No mistress! I know the punishment for cumming without permission.
I only removed the hair from my body like you wished."
Walking slowly around her slave she thought he looked even more naked
without hair. She could see the flush of embarrassment on her once
proud husband's face and she chuckled the ask. "How do you feel now?"
"Embarrassed," he mumbled lowering his head, no longer able to look at
his own reflection in the mirror.
"Well you had better learn to enjoy that feeling because you will
experience it a lot in the future. Look at the mirror Slave, this is
the way you are to keep yourself form now own."
Larry slowly raised his head and his mistress noted with satisfaction
that their were tears again in his eyes. She decided that
embarrassment was not the only emotion he would feel before being
granted an orgasm. Standing behind him she cupped his still erect
penis with the fingers of her right hand.
Shaking his shaft up and down she said. "Look at your cock. I think
it looks bigger with pubic hair don't you? It's a shame that such a
big dick will never be allowed in my sweet pussy. But you have do
have such pretty smooth legs now. Look in the mirror, aren't they
pretty when they are freshly shaved? I'll bet they would look even
prettier in panty hose." She walked over to her dresser and pulled
out a pair of white panty hose. "Here, pull these on so we can see
how pretty those legs are."
Larry turned crimson with humiliation and embarrassment. Yet his cock
was in full erection. He felt a strange inner desire he did not want
to admit existed. It was a burning desire within himself to become a
woman. To be feminine and vulnerable like a woman. To open himself,
to be entered, even a desire to be fucked, to submit.
Larry felt weak... shaky... trembling again. He backed up and sat on
the end of the bed. He lost his coordination and began fumbling with
the thin sheer nylon panty hose material. Slowly he worked the panty
hose up his smooth shaved legs. The silky material worked its magic
and transformed his legs into those of a woman. He was actually
beginning to feel like a woman.
When Larry stood to pull the panty hose up around his waist, he
noticed a hole had been stitched into the bottom. The location of the
hole would correspond with the location of his anus. He knew what he
wanted at that moment. He wanted to be fucked by his beautiful
mistress. He began to tremble.
"You're trembling again. What does my little slave want?" His
mistress asked.
"I want to make love, I want to cum, mistress." Larry whispered.
"How does my slave want to cum?", she inquired hoping that her husband
had not changed his mind while in the bathroom about submitting to her
new demands.
"I want to be fucked. Fucked in the ass mistress."
"My, my. Is my little slave slut sure she wants to be fucked in the
ass!"
"Oh yes mistress. Please. Please fuck me. I want to cum so bad it
hurts."
Taking some sweet-smelling body lotion she massaged it on her slave's
freshly shaved chest and arms saying. "But we aren't done inspecting
your new body yet." Going to her dresser again she pulled out a black
lace bra. Slipping it up his arms she fasten it on.
Larry was hypnotized by the image reflected in the mirror and was
delirious with sexual desire. A slimy wet spot was growing on the
crotch of the panty hose where his horny cock was straining against
the sheer white material.
"Please, Please will you enter me now? I need to come so bad!" Larry
begged his mistress.
"But I need to come to. Who is it most important to please, Slave or
Mistress?" his now horny wife demanded.
"The Mistress." Larry whined in frustration.
Smiling his wife said "Then show me if my little slut understands how
to please me without a cock of his own," she beamed.
Larry tenderly helped his lovely wife on to the bed and crawled
between her spread thighs. He had lost all sense of time and space.
Now that he had lost his identity and his masculinity, he found it so
easy to merge his soul with hers. He had found new freedom in his
bondage.
Larry was consumed by his wife as he kissed the top of the pubic
mound. As he gently traced the outside of each of her vagina lip she
commanded "Tongue fuck me Slave."
Larry used his fingers to spread her open, with steady regular
thrusts, he probed his tongue deeply inside his mistress' wet vagina.
He felt as if his entire tongue was a penis, desperately trying to
enter his wife's sweet tasting pussy.
Larry's hand trembled and shook as he reached for the soft smooth
dildo. Moistening the instrument with his own saliva and his wife's
natural lubricating juices he use the artificial penis to slowly
penetrate his wife's now glistening hole. As the fake cock glided
smoothly in and out of his mistress' vagina, Larry used his tongue to
stroke the tender tissues on the outside of her pussy and to moisten
the puckered brown skin of her anus. He experienced the helplessness
of not being the one actually fucking his beautiful wife, but merely
providing assistance so the she could experience more sexual
pleasures.
He remember her words, that if she needed pleasure from a real man she
would look elsewhere. He wonder if she would actually take pleasure
from another man, if should bring a man home and order Larry to serve
them. He wondered if she would order him to watch while she was
giving or receiving pleasure from another man, if she would command
her slave to assist in her orgasm. He wondered if she would order him
to suck the warm cum of another man from her cunt or to please the man
with his mouth.
As these helpless thoughts raced through Larry's horny mind, his
mistress screamed with triumph and ecstasy. She grabbed his hair and
roughly pulled his head closer into her crotch, smashing his face
against the slimy end of the dildo as she shook with the pleasure of
yet another orgasm.
Larry laid beside his mistress as she floated and drifted in the
dreamy afterglow of her climax. He held her and gently stroked her
back until her breathing was again normal.
Larry excitement grew as his wife stirred and opened her eyes. His
own erection throbbed and his testicles ached with pain at being so
full. He prayed that his mistress would grant him permission to
orgasm.
As his wife sat up and lit a cigarette Larry reached into the box and
brought out the large rubber penis. Offering it with both hands he
pleadingly begged and whimper as tears again flowed from in his eyes.
"Enter me with this rod mistress.
Please, Pleaseeee fuck me mistress. Oh pleaseeee ... I need to
cummmmmme. I need to cummmme so baaaaad."
His mistress' lips slowly twisted into a cruel smile as she took the
massive phallus from his shaking hands.
"You're too small for this rod tonight, if I used it, it would tear
and do irreparable damage to your body slave. Your anus has to
enlarged."
At hearing this Larry collapsed on the bed sobbing "Please, Please
fuck me mistress."
"Hush Slave, you didn't let me finish, tomorrow we start training you
asshole. I have a set of seven rectal dilators each a little bigger
in circumference, by next Saturday you will be able to take your new
dildo with only a minimum of pain. But since this is our anniversary
and you have been a very obedient slave this year I purchased a very
slender dildo to use on you tonight. I'm sure it will give you the
release you've been begging for. Now get on your hands and knees and
reach back and spread your buttocks if you want to cum."
Larry's wife knelt behind her still sniffling slave. She thoroughly
lubricated the thin plastic dildo with K-Y jelly.
Taking a dab of the jelly she deposited it on her slave's anal
opening. As she massage his sphincter carefully she was delight with
his throaty moan and his panting. He actually wanted to be
penetrated. She momentarily rested the dildo against his opening then
slowly began to push the member into his bowls. Inch by inch the
penis disappeared into his tight virgin asshole.
Larry's face was contorted with pain and it felt as if he were being
torn apart. The dildo was buried to the hilt now and his sensitive
anus could feel the tool moving in and out. He burned with sexual
hunger and humiliation and shame.
As the pain of penetration began to subside, his sexual joy began to
increase. Larry realized again that his mistress knew exactly what he
needed. It felt natural being fucked in the ass and he pretended that
he as a woman giving herself over to sexual delight.
Taking one of his hands from his buttocks Larry's mistress guided it
to the tightly encased phallus. Slapping his ass cheek hard she
commanded. "Make YOURSELF CUM SLAVE!"
There was no pain now, only the growing need for release. Larry
pushed the dildo harder and deeper into his ass.
He was absorbed in his won world of lustful, gender-less pleasure.
The visions of his watching mistress faded as he tightly closed his
eyes. He was in a frenzy now. He began to whimper and whine as he
neared his orgasm. He began to silently beg to the penis-god he held
in his hand for it to let him cum.
Waves of indescribable pleasure thundered throughout his body and
exploded in his brain. His whole body shook and shuddered through a
tremendous climax.
As Larry regained consciousness he found he was lying on his back
still panting. He must have blacked out. He could still feel the
dildo in his ass and he felt ashamed to take it out.
He noticed that his mistress held a palm full of his cum. Without his
knowing it she had gently taken hold of his penis during his orgasm
and pointed it into her hand so that she could catch his ejaculation.
Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand to her slave's face and
dipped the middle finger of her free hand into the pool of cum. She
pulled her finger up and out of the cum and watched a slimy string of
sperm trail from her finger back into the warm pool. She continued
lifting her finger up and away from the pool of cum until the string
broke. She then moved her finger until it was directly over her
slave's face and lowered her finger until the end of the slimy string
of sperm was dripping from her finger to touch her slave's lips.
Larry's beautiful mistress coated his lips with his won sperm before
placing her finger into his mouth so that he could suck it clean. She
then set the palm of her hand holding the pool of cum on the slave's
flushed cheek and began wiping the cum all over his face. She wiped
sperm on every portion of his face. on his eyelids, his cheeks, his
forehead, his neck and chin, everywhere. She continued to wipe her
hand on his face until the cum dried slightly and became frothy white
and sticky.
She then held her hand to Larry's mouth and commanded, "Lick my hand
clean, Slave.
These were the first words she had spoken to her slave since she
earlier told him to make himself cum with the dildo. Now the tone of
her voice was again soft and loving.
"I love you mistress." Larry uttered before thoroughly cleaning her
hand with his tongue. The cum was now drying on Larry's face and he
was surrounded by the order of desire and sex.
"Now pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you just cleaned
my hand."
"Do I have to clean it?"
"Yes, Slave. Every time I allow you to come it is your responsibility
to clean up afterwards with your tongue. Now get busy or you'll be
punished. Now pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you
just cleaned my hand."
Larry turned white as he inquired of his mistress, "Clean it with my
tongue?"
Taking the filthy dildo she held it to his lips saying "Learn to savor
the take, Slave."
Obediently her slave slowly open his mouth wide and received the
soiled shaft. Inch by inch he sucked the plastic penis clean. He
thought the flavor to be bitter sweet and not as repulsive as he had
imagined.
His mistress pushed the member deep into his mouth and down his throat
until he gagged. She told him to relax, that he need to learn to
deep-throat a cock.
Larry pretended the dildo was a real penis. He allow his throat
muscles to relax and swallowed the rod without gagging. He eagerly
moved his head up and down thy tool. He held the head of the shaft
gently with his teeth and flicked his tongue across the tip of the
head. He covered his teeth with his lips and moved his hungry mouth
rapidly up and down the bulbous head.
"That's my little slut," his mistress soothed, "Now deep-throat it
again! Good. Now take it deeper: That's it. Now lick up and down
the shaft with the flat of your tongue! Yes. Follow that vein! Does
it feel good?"
"Wonderful," her slave replied with removing his mouth from the dildo.
"Don't you wish it was a real cock?"
Her slave remained silent but couldn't not keep his own cock from
answering the question by stiffening and twitching uncontrollable.
Larry continued to suck feverishly on the dildo.
"Don't you wish the cock in your mouth had its own warmth? Wouldn't
you like to feel hot cum hitting the back of your throat?"
Larry could not help himself. A deep, rasping moan escaped from his
phallic filled mouth. A moan of pleasure and desire. That was
exactly what he wanted more than anything.
Larry's mistress then put her slave sparking clean dildo back in the
nightstand drawer saying "Someday Slave I will bring home a real man
and you can give him a nice blow job, want that be nice?" Kissing her
slave on the on the cheek she whispered "Happy anniversary darling! I
love you. Get a good nights sleep my little slut, tomorrow a new an
exiting day for you slave!"
Within minutes, Larry could tell by her soft breathing that his
mistress was asleep. Larry slept little that night. It was his
anniversary and he burned with desire for this beautiful wife. He
loved this woman. He wondered what he would do if he every lost her.
He was horny, but had never been happier in his entire life.