Today I was pleased to speak to a regular AdultWork slut of Mine who never fails to entertain Me with his sissy ways.
Dressed in red negligee and matching french knickers; he was wearing very slutty red stockings to compliment his outfit. And after giving Me a twirl he admitted that he had purposely dressed like a whore for Me today, because he craved the punishment that "only a true slut deserves." Oh yes, he needed that - and I was definitely the one to give it to him!
He produced the various items he had brought with him to session; leather paddle, nipple clamps, pin wheel and the most exciting of all - an inflatable butt plug. I was going to have lots of fun with this bitch!
Of course the first thing on the menu was to punish him. He did after all mention that he'd been touching himself. I had to remind him that his little sissy-clit, however small, did not belong to him. And because he doesn't belong to him, he must have My permission before he touches it. Rule number one when serving Me. So over the chair he went, negligee up, knickers down, for a sound paddling to those fleshy cheeks. Watching them quiver as they coloured up was enjoyable, but not altogether satisfying. I could see that harsher methods of punishment were needed.
Having made him attach the nipple clamps on the tightest setting, I delighted in the way he gave a little gasp as the clamps bit into his vulnerable nipples for the first time. If that was painful; then he was going to hate the next part of his punishment.
Now I'm a great believer in the punishment fitting the crime. And since this disgusting slut chose to play with his clit-dick, then I chose to punish his clit-dick - with the aid of the pin wheel. Five minutes of him running the wheel up and down the shaft and helmet soon had him gasping in pain. Five minutes feels like five hours when you're enduring such agony - as he was happy to demonstrate. When asked how his dick was feeling; a high-pitched "sore Mistress!" showed Me the pin wheel had definitely worked its magic.
The final part of his "punishment" was more to do with amusing Me. I had no doubt he had learned a valuable lesson through suffering; but I wasn't ready to stop. Of course we had to make use of ALL the objects he had brought with him. Now was the time to introduce the inflatable butt plug.
Having greased up the plug and his willing fuck-hole, I had him insert it and switch the vibration on to the maximum setting. The meek "ooooh" he uttered told Me he was already feeling the effects; although not nearly enough for My liking. Instead; I had him gradually pump it up; directing how many pumps he was to give each time. Each time the plug expanded inside him, he uttered another groan. When the plug was at full inflation, the look on his face was priceless - his eyes bulging, mouth open in pleasure at being thoroughly stretched. It was at this point he was permitted to stroke himself. But this wasn't about pleasure - it was about another valuable lesson - to finish what he started. He hadn't finished because he hadn't eaten his cum. That was to be rectified the moment his sticky cum squirted into his hand. He dutifully licked up every last drop; thanking Me with each lick. I guess next time he'll think twice about who own his pathetic sissy-clit - because it certainly isn't him!
Dressed in red negligee and matching french knickers; he was wearing very slutty red stockings to compliment his outfit. And after giving Me a twirl he admitted that he had purposely dressed like a whore for Me today, because he craved the punishment that "only a true slut deserves." Oh yes, he needed that - and I was definitely the one to give it to him!
He produced the various items he had brought with him to session; leather paddle, nipple clamps, pin wheel and the most exciting of all - an inflatable butt plug. I was going to have lots of fun with this bitch!
Of course the first thing on the menu was to punish him. He did after all mention that he'd been touching himself. I had to remind him that his little sissy-clit, however small, did not belong to him. And because he doesn't belong to him, he must have My permission before he touches it. Rule number one when serving Me. So over the chair he went, negligee up, knickers down, for a sound paddling to those fleshy cheeks. Watching them quiver as they coloured up was enjoyable, but not altogether satisfying. I could see that harsher methods of punishment were needed.
Having made him attach the nipple clamps on the tightest setting, I delighted in the way he gave a little gasp as the clamps bit into his vulnerable nipples for the first time. If that was painful; then he was going to hate the next part of his punishment.
Now I'm a great believer in the punishment fitting the crime. And since this disgusting slut chose to play with his clit-dick, then I chose to punish his clit-dick - with the aid of the pin wheel. Five minutes of him running the wheel up and down the shaft and helmet soon had him gasping in pain. Five minutes feels like five hours when you're enduring such agony - as he was happy to demonstrate. When asked how his dick was feeling; a high-pitched "sore Mistress!" showed Me the pin wheel had definitely worked its magic.
The final part of his "punishment" was more to do with amusing Me. I had no doubt he had learned a valuable lesson through suffering; but I wasn't ready to stop. Of course we had to make use of ALL the objects he had brought with him. Now was the time to introduce the inflatable butt plug.
Having greased up the plug and his willing fuck-hole, I had him insert it and switch the vibration on to the maximum setting. The meek "ooooh" he uttered told Me he was already feeling the effects; although not nearly enough for My liking. Instead; I had him gradually pump it up; directing how many pumps he was to give each time. Each time the plug expanded inside him, he uttered another groan. When the plug was at full inflation, the look on his face was priceless - his eyes bulging, mouth open in pleasure at being thoroughly stretched. It was at this point he was permitted to stroke himself. But this wasn't about pleasure - it was about another valuable lesson - to finish what he started. He hadn't finished because he hadn't eaten his cum. That was to be rectified the moment his sticky cum squirted into his hand. He dutifully licked up every last drop; thanking Me with each lick. I guess next time he'll think twice about who own his pathetic sissy-clit - because it certainly isn't him!
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