Don't Kiss Me

Thwack! "Thank me."

"Thank you."

Thwack!

"Thank you."

With each swat of her hand, my ass stung but was also becoming extremely aroused. I wanted her to spank me... hard. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I shouldn't like this. Oh, but I did like it. It was like I craved her swats, needed them.

Thwack!

"Thank you," I said as if she was giving me a gift.

For several more minutes, Sam's slaps rained down on my ass, and I thanked her, somehow sincerely grateful for each one.

"It looked like you were enjoying that my little one."

"Oh yes," I answered, my bottom burning with a pleasurable glow. "I didn't know it could feel like that, feel so good. Please, just one more."

Thwack!

"Oh, thank you," I said, almost weeping with joy.

"You're welcome. Now it's time for dinner. Go put the food in bowls, heat it up and set the table," Sam said.

I got up and, placing my hands on my butt cheeks, felt the heat emanating from them. I then quickly did as I was told, feeling the natural pleasure of being compliant. A fleeting question passed through my consciousness, 'Natural pleasure?' and just as quickly passed. I informed Sam that the meal was ready and walked with her to the table. I helped her into her chair and went to sit in my spot.

"The seat of honor is still yours," Sam reminded me.

I begged my excuses for needing to remove my plug and went to the bathroom. Once the plug was out, I washed and dried it. I added more lube for my pussy.

I told Sam of my lubing my pussy and asked if she wanted me to also wet the phallus. She said it was up to me, so I quickly deep throated the phallus, enthralling me. I soon became preoccupied with the phallus in my mouth savoring its fullness.

"You cock-loving bitch, get off that cock, so I can eat. You can have more cock later."

Somewhat embarrassed, I took my mouth off the phallus, then stood up and repositioned myself over it and slowly impaled myself on the hard cock. My pussy easily slipped around its hardness, and once settled, I felt a sense of completeness.

This time, even though the cock was giving me great pleasure, it was easier to focus on Sam's needs. I seemed to hang on her every word and expressed sincere interest in whatever topic she brought up. I realized that I never fully appreciated what an amazing woman she was. I felt sad about this but also determined to make it up to her by being whatever she wanted me to be. Warmth radiated throughout my being when I thought of a life devoted to her needs.

"I need to ask you something," Sam said.

"Sure, anything," I responded.

"Are you happy being my sissy bitch? I really need to know how you feel," implored Sam.

"Sam, I don't know what has happened to me. In some ways it seems so strange, but I have never been so in love and have never been happier. I love being your sissy bitch. I feel like I would die if I couldn't be with you in the way that you want. You give me such marvelous feelings. It's like you've taken over my being in such a good way, but in another way, I feel like I've given you my being."

"Earlier today, I felt guilty for fantasizing about sucking cum from a real cock, but then I realized, that's what sissies do. They love to suck cock, real and otherwise, and they love to take cock in their pussies and love to make love to their lovers' ass-mouths. I realized that I didn't have to worry about these things. You would tell me what to do, and I would be happy and satisfied."

"Thanks for that. Now go clear the table and clean the dishes and meet me in the living room," Sam said and left me to my chores.

When I raised off my 'seat of honor', I felt initially empty but hoped Sam would fill me up again, and I lusted for her cock. At least I would have my plug again soon.

Once finished, I minced my way back to the living room where Sam was again wearing her strap-on.

"Suck me bitch," was all she needed to say, and I was worshipping her cock with my mouth. I needed it deep in my throat, and soon was swallowing her entire length. As I bobbed up and down, Sam became more and more excited and moaned her pleasure. Soon she was cumming just from my actions, which aroused me more and more.

"That's enough, cock sucker. Go turn on the DVD. I have another surprise for you."

Just those words excited me tremendously, and I wondered what I would see today.

She had me back myself onto her cock, which slid in easily and began to slowly fuck me.

"Watch carefully," Sam ordered.

It was the same room as in the previous 2 movies, but this time there were just 2 men. One man was blowing the other. The recipient's face was somehow familiar but I couldn't place him. Maybe he was in the previous movies. The man giving the blowjob's face was obscured, but it was clear he had taken the cock all the way down his throat.

"Don't you wish that was you taking a warm cock down your throat? Isn't that what you said, 'bitches love cock'? Tell me bitch, don't you wish it was you?'

"Oh god, yes. I wish I was sucking a real cock and could feel fresh cum spurting from its head," I confessed and was flooded with ecstasy having confessed my truth.

"Cock in your mouth feels so good, doesn't it bitch?" Sam continued to torment me.

"Sam, I can almost taste him. It's like he's getting harder and harder."

"That's right. You can't wait until he explodes in your mouth. Isn't that right, bitch?" Sam implored, fucking me harder and harder.

"Sam he's so hard now I can feel him pulse. He's cuummming. Oh god, he's cuummming."

And the man on the screen jerked and spasmed his orgasm into the other man's mouth.

"Sam, he tastes so good. I can hardly keep it all in my mouth."

And when the man on the screen stops thrusting, the cock sucker keeps going for a little longer and then pulls off the softening cock. As he pulls off the cock, I can see the cocksucker's face for the first time.

"Oh god, Sam. That's me up there."

"That's right bitch, you're a real cock sucker. Watch what you do now."

In the movie I got off the cock and raised up to kiss the man who had just given me his wonderful cum, and we shared the white treasure between us as we grabbed at each other's bodies and thrusting our cocks at one another. In one open mouth close-up I could see the other man pass cum back to my mouth, which I hungrily swallowed. I then went behind this man and proceeded to kiss and tongue his ass and watched the screen as his cock grew harder. I reached around and stroked his manhood, obviously in heaven with my tongue up his ass.

Then I withdrew and he went behind me and tongued my pussy and stroked my cock until it was rock hard. Then he pushed me down onto all fours and drove deep into my pussy. I couldn't believe the pleasure on my face as he pounded me over and over.

"That's right, you cock sucking sissy, you're his bitch too. Look how he's taking your pussy, and you want his cock don't you?"

And as he was fucking me on screen, Sam was fucking me. It was like her cock was his cock and all I wanted was cock. I was a cock hungry whore both on and off the screen.

Soon the man on the screen started bucking wildly and filling my pussy with his seed. At the same time, Sam was screaming her orgasm. Each was pumping into me and climaxing at the same time. After the longest time, each began to slow their thrusts, each panting and trying to catch their breaths.

Finally the man pulled his cock out of my pussy, and then bending down, started lapping at my gaping hole. I squirmed with delight as this man ate me out and tongued deep into my open ass. I watched as I started to hump his face with my rear, trying to get every last inch of his tongue into me. I saw stream after stream of my cum shoot out of me, and he hadn't even touched me. When he was through, he rose up and shared the shit laced cum with me, and I greedily snaked my tongue in and out of his mouth, trying to get whatever cum was left.

"Cum now, bitch. Show me what a good sissy you are. Now!" Sam ordered, and I complied, shooting stream after stream onto the floor. Sam kept pumping into me until we both collapsed on the floor, Sam steering me away from my puddle of cum. Every now and then Sam would push into me, letting me know I was her bitch, and I would push back, acknowledging the truth of it.

When she was ready, she pulled out of my pussy in an agonizingly slow manner. Reaching over to the mess on the floor, she scooped up as much cum as she could and smeared it into the crack of her ass and leaned over the seat of the couch. "You know what to do."

I slowly turned around and moved behind her and lowered my face into the crack of her ass until my lips just touched the cum. At first I lapped at the cum, marveling again at how wonderful it tasted. I licked and sucked up every bit of it and then proceeded to kiss and tongue her hole, her ass mouth, and I was once again in heaven. The deeper I was able to tongue her the more at peace I felt. I was her bitch, and I was where I was supposed to be.

It had been less than a week since these dramatic changes in my behavior occurred, yet when I tried to think about what had motivated my new attitude and increased devotion to Sam, my mind what just flooded with images of cocks, cum and licking ass, and I squirmed with an ecstatic pleasure that made all other thoughts unimportant. Sam would tell me what was important, I told myself, and I was filled with a pleasurable calm at this thought.

That night I replaced my plug, and Sam gave me a pink baby doll nighty to wear to bed. "Leave the stockings on. It completes your sissy look. Don't you think?" she asked. Looking in the mirror, I had to agree.

We slept spooned together the entire night. When I awoke, I quickly showered and shaved... my entire body, and for the second time and without a thought, I gave myself several enemas. When I returned, there was another new pair of pink stockings and a pair of pink crotchless panties on the bed.

"I thought my sissy might like to dress more appropriately when she goes to her hypnosis this morning," Sam commented. Once in my stockings and panties, she handed me a pair of capris, which I also put on, zipping up the side, and a floral print blouse with ruffles up the front. Initially I was somewhat taken aback, but the clothes were so feminine I was mesmerized by them and all earlier concerns evaporated. Lastly, Sam handed me a pair of flats that matched my outfit perfectly. They fit perfectly. In fact everything fit perfectly. This should have surprised me, but this morning it all seemed as normal as any other day.

Sam kissed my cheek and sent me on my way, saying, "Be a good sissy for me," and I smiled at the thought.

When I arrived at Ms. Radcliff's office, there were two other young men there, both wearing tight jeans and tee shirts. I couldn't help but notice the bulges in their pants, and I wondered what their cocks would look and taste like. I was a little embarrassed at the boldness of my thoughts, but then I concluded that I was indeed being "a good sissy" and the thoughts of their cocks only gave me increased pleasure.

Denise came into the waiting room, and after acknowledging the other two men, took me into her office, commenting how pretty I looked and how the colors suited me.

Several hours later I emerged refreshed. When I got into my car, I drove like I was on autopilot and finally stopped next to a store-front beauty shop named Finocchio's. I walked into the store as if I had been sleepwalking.

A smallish man ran up to me and took my hand, "Darling, you're right on time. I'm Antoine, and we're going to make you beautiful. You want that, yes?" he asked.

I felt as if I were in a dream and found myself answering, "Yes, that would be nice."

For the next two hours I was pampered. My hair was washed and styled. My eyebrows were plucked and shaped. I received both a pedicure and a manicure and new nails. I had make-up applied. The thoughts of how did I get here, and how did they know what I needed, passed through my mind, but then the thought, 'They're here to make you beautiful, silly sissy,' pushed these troubling thoughts away away. When they were almost done, they took me to a back room that had the look of a medical exam room.

Antoine introduced me to a muscular young black man named Marcus who was wearing shorts and a tank top. "You're just gorgeous," I blurted out.

"Thank you," he replied. "You're really cute yourself. You've really got that 'sissy' thing going on," he told me. "I've got just a couple of things to do, and then you'll be all done. It's gonna hurt a little, but when we're finished, I think you're going like the result."

Marcus started swabbing my right earlobe with alcohol, then suddenly pop, pop, and I felt a brief sharp pain. While I was recovering from the shock, Marcus moved over to my other side and started swabbing my other earlobe. Then pop, pop. When I reached up to touch my ears, I found that they had been pierced. Rather than be upset at the discovery, I wondered what kind of earring would look best on me.

"These last two are really going to sting," Marcus informed me, and he started unbuttoning my blouse and then opening it wide, exposing my chest. Taking both nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand, Marcus began to pinch and pull. Then he started to roll my nipples between his digits, all the while applying intense pressure. I was moaning, surprised by the pleasure he was giving my nipples. "Nice," he said. "This will plump them up and make them easier to pierce." I was in a compliant trance, just going with the pleasurable flow.

Soon Marcus was swabbing my nipples and areolas, then I felt the needle pierce my flesh, and the sensation was oddly enjoyable. Then the other side received the same treatment. And I was floating in a strange world of bliss.

Marcus had me stand and walk to the large wall mirror to see what he had done. This was the first time I had seen the results of all the work done to me that day. Looking back at me was a very feminine face, impeccably made up, but the two hoops dangling from my chest took my breath away. My chest or breasts looked so exotic.

"Oh Marcus, you've made me beautiful. Thank you." And I hugged him. Once my arms were around him, I didn't want to let go. I let my fingers feel his muscular body, caressing his arms and back. As much as I wanted to stay and continue this "close encounter", it was everything I could manage to push away. "Ooooo Marcus, what you do to me," I panted, and Marcus just grinned.

"See you later, beautiful," Marcus said as I said my goodbyes to everyone. I told Antoine that I would be back soon as a regular customer and we air kissed our goodbyes.

Oh my God, I thought to myself. Marcus was so hot. I would have fucked him in a minute. I hope all my days aren't going to be like this. I hope Sam is OK with my flirtations. I'm turning into such a slut. She may have to lock me up everyday to keep me from going after some strange cock.

I went to the market to get some salmon for dinner and all the while was checking out the men along the way.

When I finally got home I saw I had a text message from Sam, telling me to change into the clothes that were on the bed. I rushed upstairs to see what awaited me and found several boxes on the bed and a note, telling me first to wash and freshen myself and replace my plug and then to open and put each item on one at a time in specified order.

There were black stockings and a garter belt to hold them up, a black shelf bra to lift my newly pierced breasts, a mid-thigh length gossamer thin black robe to go over it all, and 4-inch black high heels. Everything fit.

I admired the new very femme me in the mirror. To me, I looked very sexy and could hardly wait to serve Sam. I so wanted cock after my encounter with Marcus.

In spite of my preoccupation with cocks, I busied myself around the kitchen preparing the evening meal. I had a fleeting thought, 'When had all this changed? I had been a macho man who loved to fuck, not be fucked. Being fucked. Being fucked..." Just the thought of being fucked filled me with pleasure. I was again flooded with images of cocks, cocks and cum. I could almost taste the cum, delicious cum. I never knew cum would taste so good. 'What had I just been thinking about?' I asked myself, slightly concerned. 'Oh well, I shouldn't worry my sissy head. Sam will tell me what should concern me.'

I heard Sam's car drive up and went to greet her with a glass of chilled wine. I hoped she liked the beautiful lingerie she chose for me.

As she opened the door and saw me, she commented, "Aren't you a beautiful sissy? Antoine's done wonders with you. Let's see your nipples." Sam walked toward me and parted my sheer robe, exposing my newly pierced nipples. Sam gently lifted the hoops on my nipples and a thrill went through me. "Very nice," she said, "Very nice and very sexy, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, Sam. I liked them very much," I gushed. I wanted to ask her how she knew about Antoine and my piercings, but the words, 'Don't worry your sissy head about it,' pushed those questions away. Sam would tell me what I needed to know. Sam would take care of me as long as long as I was the best sissy I could be, and I would take good care of her in my sissy way.

"Is that wine for me?" Sam asked as I held out her glass, "What a sweet sissy you are." Sam walked into the living room and sat down and motioned for me to sit at her feet.

I sat where she indicated and reverently removed her shoes and kissed both her feet. "You may suck on my toes. You probably have been thinking about sucking cock all day, haven't you?" How did she know? And as if hearing my thoughts out loud, Sam answered, "It's what sissy bitches do. Isn't that true?" I nodded my agreement, my mouth full of toes. "A sissy bitch's world is about cocks. Cocks in their mouths. Cocks in their sissy pussies. Cocks and cum and kissing ass. This is their world and of course their devotion to their Mistress or Master. A sissy can't think on her own. A sissy needs her Mistress or Master to tell her what to do, what to wear, how to be the best sissy she can be. Isn't that right, sissy?" Again, with her toes in my mouth, I nodded my agreement.

It seemed I lived for Sam, and my sissy world revolved around her. I knew deep down if I tried to think for myself or remember my past life, thoughts of cocks and cum and ass would flood my consciousness, and the pleasure of being a sissy bitch for Sam, Mistress Sam, I corrected myself, was my only enduring reality. I would be a good girl, the best sissy bitch I could be for Mistress Sam.

After worshipping Mistress' feet, Sam said, "I think it's time that you finish preparing dinner, and I will freshen up." With that she got up and left me on the floor. I quickly set about completing dinner, grilling the salmon and setting the table. I couldn't help but notice my 'seat of honor' and a wave of excitement washed over me as I anticipated what Mistress had in store for me. I puzzled on how quickly I had transitioned to call her Mistress from calling her Sam only this morning. Then the thought, 'Silly sissy, she is your Mistress, and she should be called by her proper title, and you are a silly sissy bitch.'

I set the table and laid out cold asparagus that I had cooked earlier and the freshly prepared salad and, after one turn on the grill, the salmon was ready. Anticipating where I would be seated, I went to remove my plug and to add more lube. As I passed Mistress Sam as she was leaving her bedroom, she gave me a swift swat on the ass, saying, "Don't make me wait too long." I quickly complied and returned to seat my Mistress.

"This looks lovely, as do you," she commented and nodding towards my chair, "You know what to do," and I pulled out my seat and wetted the phallus completely, lifted my robe and lowered myself on my 'seat of honor', and did feel honored to be thusly impaled and in the presence of the woman I adored.