Contradictions

I am shaved clean. I've used depilatory cream on my legs, crotch and ass and I am smooth as water. I'm wearing my Roman God shoes, buckled and silver, five inch heels and when you see me you immediately shrink and feel how small you are and before you even notice my red painted toes you see my shaved clean cock standing at a right angle from my body and your mouth waters, I yank on the leash attached to your collar.

You are dressed in a pink chemise, and white sheer to waste, ultra sheer wolford nylons, and a pair of patent leather strappy heels, straps criss-crossing and trapping and exposing your sexy feet and pink painted toes, you are a very feminine creature tonight and you blush as you return to the heeling position, knowing your cock hungry mind has made your pussy wet and your desire strong.

I enjoy looking at you kneeling, sitting back docile on your heels, your breasts pushing out of the top of your lingerie. Your lips painted glossy pink, seem to drip. Your legs slightly open, revealing the wetness pressing at your lovely pussy. I see it begging to be touched, I see it urging your lust onward, it seems to pulse as I stare at it. It is lovely, your shaved wet pussy.

I pull slightly on your leash and you tilt your head in a submissive position, downward and allow your eyes to cast up to me, allowing me to watch you.

"Put your first two fingers in your pussy and let me taste them," I command. As you commit the act you look me over. I'm tall in my Roman God heels, imposing. My lower body is nude otherwise. I'm wearing a loose, silk black button down shirt with silver tie, loose, but not disheveled. The shirt tails sway and move across my hard cock and shaved ass and as I lean forward to feed on your pussy soaked fingers my tie dangles in your face like a feather and you shiver at the combination of my mouth working your fingers and the tie brushing your face.

"Now you do it, my little cockslut," I say firmly and with some force that knows that you simply must do this although you've thought of it, but never done it, don't like to but here you are dipping your fingers with urgency to gather your own pussy cum. And you submit and feel yourself begin to slip away and as you begin sucking your fingers you close your eyes. You drift off and know that I'm watching you as you commit such a taboo act and you lose yourself and it only serves to make you more wet, more desirous to me as I watch you.

I pull on the leash and you return.

"Drop your hands, put them to your sides."

I move up and caress your face. I am so tall that as I walk up to you your face is at the perfect position. You won't have to move at all, in this position, I can use your mouth for as long as I desire. I straddle your face and rub my nude cock all around your face. You close your eyes and a lustful expression of pure desire slips over your features and I languidly use and feel my cock's sensitive skin smoothly caress your face, hair, behind your ears, across your lips, everywhere, pressing at varying degrees how rough or lightly to use every surface area of your face and head to please myself.

Your mouth opens of its own accord. I slip inside and down all the way slow and easy until your nose is pressing against my own pubis. I hold you gently in position...

"Yes my beautiful cockslut, that's a good girl....slow...yes, nice cockwhore, good, now breathe thru your nose, slow..."

All the while my right hand is gently, but firmly holding your head still, my right hand caresses and pets your face, cheeks, hair and neck and I urge you and hold you loving that you are fully engulfing my hardness and it feels like wet dreams and sexiness, desire and lust, sweet unattainable relief and sultry soft blues music dripping in my body.

"Yes my cockslut, serve me. Make your roman god feel your worship."

And you do. You surrender. You are feeling so happy to living your sluttiness—you love that you have no shame or fear associated with your feelings and that in fact the rising climax within you is granting you a new level of acceptance and a desire to continue in pursuit of this new freedom you are becoming even more of a slut. You feel me release my grip and you let your mouth slide incessantly slow down my cock, feeling the length of my cock leaving your throat is like a bittersweet explosion of emotion and you fight the urge to fill your throat again and continue your course sliding slowly off of my cock.

At the tip you hold me wetly in your mouth like a lollipop at the end of its stick and you work with slow deliberate worship. I see you lunging and swooning to make me feel good, your wet and warm mouth is making my mind sing with freedom. You are ravenous in your deliberation and you are holding me so softly and gently in your wet mouth that I fight the urge to plunge down your throat for as long as I can but I don't want to cum yet...

I plunge down without warning and hold your head still and press my pubis into your nose and hold you and you feel the slow pulsing of my cock, desperately working to feel good and to not yet cum and you feel my cock settle down again and become the slow pulsing member that filled your throat to it depths.

"Breath my cockwhore....yes you almost made me cum right there....you are sneaky...I want this to last and you are being such a good girl."

"I want you to keep up the good work cockslut...but I want you to reapply your lipstick, and mine."

You stand up and apply your pink lip gloss thickly to your own lips and then I need to lean down but you paint my lips as well. We kiss, our wet lips slide and slip across one another's lips and our tongues begin to enter and work their ways into the slippery lovely mess. Our mouths feel like sex organs as the wetness of the gloss, the saliva being produced because our sexes were driving it, and our soft lips and tongues...our minds superimpose actual sex taking place with our mouths and a music is created and time takes on a different dimension.

We break our kiss and reapply our lipstick. I tug on your leash and you resume your position. I lay out a couple of body pillows on the area rug. I mount the rugs and expose my shaved clean ass to you. I'm spread, doggie style, the angle of my body is ultimately granting you free access to me in every way. And you don't wait for me to tug your leash before you are licking and tonguing my shaved clean pussy and balls. Your tongue exquisitely toyed with me and teased me and you yanked my cock and tongued my ass. I bucked against you begging you to take me to lick me and make me a slut.

And you did. Whatever you did, it felt as if I was a woman and you were my lesbian lover and you were eating me as you would imagine the best lesbian in the world would eat your own pussy, and you eat me that way. I feel like a real sissy lesbian lover...cum lover, and the freedom I feel makes me behave in the best possible slut manner. I want to be a slut for you, and I am.

In this position you pulled my cock, which is now upside down for you, and you drag your wet tongue like a hungry dog up and down, along the underside of my long cock and you bathe my cock with your tongue and it drives me forward exponentially toward an orgasm, like you were pasting my tongue in lust. You worked me and I was ready to cum, you grabbed a martini glass and said...

"Sir, now you need to service me, don't talk, I know you want to cum, and you will, but you will drink if from this martini glass...I know, I said don't talk, so don't talk ...you don't need to fight it sissy, you want to do this for me because then it solidifies your devotion, let it go, let it happen and be my slut for once and for all."

I cum and cum and cum and you capture it remarkably well, in the martini glass. You let me turn on my back and lay back on the pillows and you poured it, dripped it along my lips and my protruding tongue and I licked, tongued and swallowed it all. You drain the glass and use your own tongue to clean the remnants and we share a kiss that will end all kisses as far as sexually charged kisses go, there is no higher crescendo that can exist. It was the height of eroticism and we both hum with the residual effects that rubbed through us.