The Sissy's Punishment and Humiliation:
Cockwhore For His Mistress and Master

EXTRACT

J.S. Lee

Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

He had been here before, on his knees, arms overhead, every inch of him shaking just a bit, but this time, something was missing. Daniel's mind was elsewhere, even when his Mistress could be heard clicking on her boot heels down the hallway toward the door, he was with the girl with the red shoes.

 

When she entered the room, her scent enveloped him, even with his eyes closed, he could sense where she was, he almost always felt her, whether here in her room or anywhere else. Something was missing though.

 

"How's my bitch today?" she asked in her sweet, low voice, her breath in his ear sent a chill down his spine as always.

 

"Missing you, Mistress," it was only partially true.

 

"I know that," she gripped the back of his head and pulled his hair to force his eyes up to her. His goddess smiled her wicked smile with her luscious, red lips and her flashing, dark blue eyes made his heart pound in his chest. "Tell me something else, slave," she knew everything, he may as well confess.

 

So the story spilled out of him with tears and he knew that her wrath would be unspeakable, even as she tenderly ran her hands down his neck, to his back, her nails dug in when the flirtation was revealed, but as always, she was fair if not merciful.

 

"You know that you're going to be punished, slave," Daniel knew he deserved it as well and hung his head in agreement.

 

"Yes, Mistress," he was trembling in anticipation of her sweet torture.

 

"First, I'll let you out of your cage," she knew how to let him hope, "but I suspect that you'll wish that you were still in it shortly," instantly he knew that whatever it was she that she had planned would be exquisitely painful.

 

Her hands on the lock of his chastity device was enough to make his soft, leaking penis knock and whimper for attention, the tiny key in her soft, delicate hand, her red nails gleaming in the light, every detail was important and once she unlocked him, he was throbbing instantly in her hand.

 

"Oh no," his Mistress gripped his balls and twisted until he winced in pain, her face mocked him as she smiled at his agony, "that's going to hurt so much more."

 

The rope was secured at the base of his cock and separated his testicles, almost folding his erection into smaller parts and Daniel groaned as he watched it all, the precum dripping from his slit and sliding down into parts that now seemed foreign. The clamps would come next.

 

She was so close, her pale, full breasts pushed together under the ridge of the tight, black corset, on her knees in front of him, he longed to reach out and kiss her shoulder and rest his head in her decolletage but he knew that was not allowed, not now. The first metallic clip went on the ridge just below his dripping head as their eyes were locked and he howled in pain.

 

"Stop crying, little bitch, or I'll give you something to cry about," one eyebrow went up and she waited for him to comply. Daniel sniffed and resolved to hold the tears at bay and bite his lip while she finished. "That's better. Shall we continue?" she asked.

 

"Yes, Mistress," he took a deep breath and was ready to begin once more.