Sissy Tina’s Invite 02:41 Aug 28 2012
Times Read: 805
Not for younger readers. Contains Adult themes.
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Sissy Tina’s Invite
My body aches. I got in about an hour ago and needed a bath, to ease my limbs. And, I’d undressed hurriedly as the water poured, already anxious to be in the warmth and, trying to forget much that had happened. But, that had proved fruitless; so I’m sitting here, with a whiskey at my side, as I attempt to put into words my story of desire fulfilled and the pain that followed, or something like that.
It had all started at the Headmaster had left his study, after I’d dressed in my pretties, to please him, before he gave me the punishment I’d grown to crave so, when dressed as Sissy Slut Tina.
He’d left telling me to get a drink if I wanted, adding that I might just need it. And, boy had he been right…
But, I digress. He’d closed the door and, I’d made across the room to the drinks cabinet, where I’d poured myself a stiff whiskey, which I’d downed quickly. I had then poured a second, which I’d been drinking slowly, when the door opened once more and, Pak the young Thai who I’d met earlier walked in, giggling.
She had put her hand to her mouth, as if to stifle the giggles, as she looked me up and down, “Uncles gone and left you with me. And, I’ve been told that for two hour, you’re mine, to play with… Do you understand, Sissy?”
And, although I’d known I’d pay for it later, I’d finished that second whiskey.
In response, she had tut-tut tutted, then crossed her skinny arms and scolded me, “Now you know that you will pay, for being a bad sissy, don’t you?”
To that I had set the glass down and, nodded, “Yes Mistress Pak, I understand.”
And, she’d smiled that smile that I grew to think of as quite evil, as the teen had told me, “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over, to me… worship me.”
Now there I was, dressed in an apricot coloured knee-length slip, with the most delicate edging and narrow shoulder straps, with thigh-high black self-support hose and, lipstick to complete the Sissy slut Tina slutty, yet submissive look.
And there she was, a vision of innocence, a young doe-eyed Thai teen, with her hair in bunches, in a long tee-shirt and, as I soon found out, nothing else.
I’d stared; I know I had stared. But she had been lovely to look at.
“You’re taking too long,” she’d begun, then reached to her side and from somewhere, the young teen had produced a bullwhip; and with a flick of her wrist, a flash of pain tore into my back, then left thigh, leaving painful vivid red marks on my flesh.
Needless to say, that is when I got down on my hands and knees, crying out, “Please Mistress no more, I’ll be good!”
She had dropped the whip to the floor then stood with her legs akimbo, her hand on her bony hips: “I’ll do what I want, when I want. Uncles said so. So shut up crying, or next I’ll begin to cut you.”
Now, it was later, much later, that I learned that Pak had been told not to mark me in such as fashion that it would not heal. But at that moment, I hadn’t known it. At that moment I’d been terrified.
There I was, a Sissy Painslut, wanting to be punished. And, I’d found the person who wanted to punish me. Well, punish the wimpy male, who liked to dress-up, for her Aunt Mai, who fucked him so well, that is.
I’d looked to the carpet, the crawled toward my Mistress, still snivelling.
Then, as I reached her feet, I was told, “Lick my toes.” I had.
I had leant down and begun kissing each toe, then begun to suckle each in turn, until finally she said, “Stop!”
I has ceased my ministrations, then felt her hand in my her, as she gathered a handful and she pulled me, so that I had been looking upward, as with her free hand, she held the hem of her tee-shirt, which she slowly inched upward.
“I don’t have a cock, to fuck you with like my Aunty Mai, but I have this…” She had told me in that sing-song voice, revealing her hairless spilt peach, with the neatest folds of flesh one might imagine: “Now use your tongue Sissy, show me what you can do! Worship me!” She had said, voice getting louder, “Worship your Mistress!”
And, I’d licked, upward, parting her moist sex, with my tongue, anxious to please my young Mistress and, not feel that whip again. It had been almost too much, for me.
So I had licked with abandon, avidly using every technique to please a woman at my disposal. Yet, my Mistress was not easily pleased.
“That’s not bad,” she had snapped, “but you can do better, much better.”
Pak, ‘Mistress Pak’ had pushed me down, to the carpet, then with her face a mask of hate, she had begun kicking me; thankfully she’d been barefoot.
But she hadn’t stopped, she had kicked again and again, so I’d rolled into a foetal ball.
I was there to satisfy Tina’s growing need for humiliation and pain: and, I’d found it, with young Mistress Pak, who continued her assault on me without mercy for that two hours. Finally, the door to the office had opened and, there stood The Headmaster.
“Your time’s up…” He had told me, as I lay bound at the wrists and ankles; then gagged, with my own panties, the neck of the whiskey bottle inserted deep inside my ass-pussy.
I had turned my head to look at me, conscious of the fact that I was still hard and dribbling precum between my thighs.
“Well, someone’s enjoyed themselves…” He said with a smile, which turned to a scowl as he turned his gaze to his niece, sitting on his seat behind the desk and, sucking a lollipop, quite naked.
“You do realize your Aunt’s not going to be best pleased, with you?” He had asked Pak, crossing his arms and looking sternly at the young teen.
She’d removed the lollipop, the whined, “Well, you did say I could…”
“You stupid little girl,” the fellow snapped, “Your Aunt likes this Sissy Slut and, if it’s hurt, she’ll be upset with me…”
That’s when the girl had brought on the waterworks.
But, that hadn’t worked. The headmaster had strode passed me, towards his desk. He had walked round the side, then grasped Pak by her right earlobe and dragged her from his chair.
The big man had pushed the teen to the floor and, she’d looked up surprised.
“Now,” He’d snapped angrily, “Untie the Sissy, while you use your mouth…”
And even now as I write this, I find it difficult to explain just how good it had felt to lie there, as Pak had removed my bonds, her mouth full of my hard flesh.
Even so, I do hope Mai is in, the next time I call…
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