Illicit Desires

It was a hotel room like any other hotel, located in the cheap district. $28.99 a night could get you four walls, a "clean" bed, and a small bathroom with a tub/shower combo. The size was about the size of a studio apartment or a really small living room. Paper-thin walls meant privacy was low; you could guarantee the neighbors could hear so much as a whisper. The walls were painted a maroon color with ugly green leaf wallpaper trimming. A small T.V. from the late 80's early 90's sat on a plain dresser with two big drawers. There was a small rickety bedside table holding an old tan phone with the big buttons that always got stuck, and a big red bulb sitting on top to let you know a call was coming in.

The lighting in the room was dim seeing as only two old lamps lit the room. Everything seemed to have a shadowy backdrop to it. The bed was a box spring with several springs broke in all the wrong places for anyone to truly sleep; guess it's a good thing these rooms were not commonly used for sleep. This was the type of No Tell Motel you see in horror movies, you're almost expecting the music from psycho to be playing in the background. Instead you heard the faint heavy metal music from an iPod sitting on the bedside table next to the bible. You could even smoke in this room, which carried years of tobacco coating that covered the walls and furniture. It was by no means a sexy establishment, but it would do for depraved acts of all kinds.

He didn't know how long he had been there, strapped down to the bed waiting for an eternity. At least that's what it felt like. Every movement he made caused the bed to squeak, making it even more difficult to lie there quietly. He was exposed in a dainty little outfit his Mistress had picked out before tying him down. His makeup expertly done by Mistress as well with smokey eyes and dark red lipstick, he looked like a sissy whore ready for action. It always amazed him how well Mistress could transform his square jaw and hooded eyes. The stubble left after his close shave barely showing making his large Adam's apple the only giveaway that he was a perhaps not the sexy redheaded whore that he appeared to be. With his short bright red wig on from a distance you would think he was a real woman. Mistress only let him gaze at himself briefly but it was enough to arouse him.

His lacy pink lingerie allowed for a peek at the outlines of his well-cut chest and stomach. He didn't quite have a chiseled 6 pack, but it was solid with small defining lines here and there. His chest, arms, and legs were all shaved making his muscular arms and legs look even more appealing and well etched. He was by no means a large fellow, but he was toned in all the right places. He never had problems getting the ladies' attention but they could seldom hold his for very long. Until one day when he got looked over by his Mistresses' sexy eyes, he thought she might devour him. She was different from any woman he had ever met. She made him look and feel like "every woman's dream" in one second, to a worthlessly dominated sissy in another second. It made him intoxicated, fulfilled his depraved desires and fantasies, all of which made him impossibly devoted to her.

His legs and arms were currently strapped down and splayed out as far as his limbs could go. His hands tended to gravitate to that sissy clit. She made sure he could not escape or touch himself. This wasn't a punishment for him, it was indescribable ecstasy. Just knowing he was at her complete mercy turned him on. He was overcome by fear yet was completely aroused. She even blindfolded him this time, so all his senses were heightened making him even more excited than usual. It was almost unbearable the licentiousness desires he was experiencing. His cock was practically numb from being confined in its cage while being so piqued. He was overwhelmingly nervous and extremely eager to know what was in store for him. He kept trying to calm his nerves by telling himself it can't be that bad, I am on my back. The worst she might do is tease him till he couldn't take it anymore or force him to drink her tasty sweet pussy. The thoughts running through his mind made all his neurons on fire making his whole body tingle in anticipation.

Staring blankly in the cracking dimly lit mirror at her makeup she was slowly gaining more confidence, which she needed for tonight's itinerary. Really, she was just killing some time. The bathroom light gave off a low hum that was starting to get to her, but she knew the longer she made him wait the better. She pulled up the tight corset making her swollen breast pop out over the top. Her breasts were only a C cup but with the corset on they looked larger. She picked black with red trim for tonight's games. Fishnets covered her long legs, held up by a dark red garter belt. The straps of her garter peeked out the bottom of her skin tight barely-there skirt. She topped off her outfit with stiletto black heels that showed her newly painted red toes. She was going for a black widow look, fem fatal making her feel powerful and sexy.

Her curly red hair was pulled back in a loose bun, allowing for a few strains to fall off to the side framing her face. Truth is she knew she was just as bad as he was when it came to waiting; not nearly as bad as him, always so impatient. She always caught him touching himself without permission. Every chastity cage she tried for his huge cock he would get out of. He certainly deserved some real punishment. She was tired of being so lenient with him. Tonight she planned on letting herself truly take the Mistress role. What she had planned had her heart racing with nervous energy. How far would he let her go? Would she play her role just to find he really didn't want to go as far as he indicated?

She wanted to fulfill his every fantasy. Pleasing him was her ultimate desire. She just needed to let herself go and immerse herself at the moment. Her goal was to give him a mixture of pleasure, pain, fear, and ecstasy. Push the limits of his desires, as well as hers. She tried to hide her shyness but she always feared it showed like a sore thumb. This time she was going to own him. She was ready to take it to the next level in their BDSM relationship. His training had not progressed as she had hoped, he often spoke out of turn. He seemed to only listen when he wanted to make her annoyed. She felt she was the only serious one when it came to their roles.

Finally, he heard the bathroom door open; his cock seemed to jump to the sound of the door. Even in chastity it still bounced off his solid abs right out of the G-string pink lace panties she made him wear. He wanted so badly to be under her complete control. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for all his dirty thoughts to be fulfilled. Many of them were just dark and utterly depraved desires he never truly meant to be experienced or were they? Even he didn't know if he was ready for all the things he begged her for when he was all worked up and ready to play. What if she does bring some other dude with some massive cock in here and makes him watch as they fuck, making me clean up the mess after? What if she lets some giant dick rape his sissy asshole? Would he break under the pressure or allow his depraved desires to flourish?

His body was covered in Goosebumps, not because he was cold, but due to the tantalizing fear-induced erection that was overtaking every inch of his body. He had never felt anything like what he was experiencing right then. Part of him wanted her to make him wait longer, yet another was ready to do anything her commands would inspire. He couldn't help but open his mouth to speak. "Did I tell you that it was ok to even think about speaking?" Her words were so quick he barely made a sound before he heard them. "No, Mistress, sorry Mistress, I'm just such a filthy girl and such an impatient slut." Her next words made him realize she was not giving in to him tonight, which caused an even deeper kind of arousal; he was practically about to cum already.

"Tonight, you are going to shut the fuck up, listen, and obey all my orders like the slutty whore you are, or else Mistress will punish you like never before. I'll let your imagination run with that thought, but just know this, you're going to be my bitch! Also, I will only say this once, remember your safe word in case you chicken out like a pussy, do you remember it?" It took a moment for him to respond mainly out of shock at her warning. "Yes Mistress, banana." "Good, I am glad you didn't forget, it tells me if I don't hear it tonight that you love everything I planned for your depraved ass."

He could barely stop himself from cumming a little, after which he immediately prayed she didn't notice. He was so pathetic, she hadn't even touched him and he was ready to blow his load. He stifled his temptation to test her due to the tone in her voice. She never sounded as serious and sexy as she did right then to him. This provoked more anxiety and stimulation to his entire body. He could feel himself shake without any ability to stop it. It was like orgasm times 10, a completely unknown sensation his whole body electrified.

She couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched his body respond to her mere presence. He seemed to wreath uncontrollably making her pussy moisten at the sight. She almost wanted to give in and jump on his encased shaft and fuck him till her eyes rolled back. However, she quickly nipped that thought in the bud. She wasn't giving in, not tonight no matter how bad they both would want it. She was going to tease, torture, demean, and molest his sissified depraved essence for as long as the hours in the weekend. 24 straight indulging hours of truly twisted, kinky, uninhibited, and well-wanted fun

was on the itinerary.

There is nothing greater than giving yourself over to another in full submission, at least not for him. For him it was beyond anything he could imagine, giving the women he loved total control over every inch of his body made him tingle everywhere. The pleasure he got from all the stimulation was intense. He loved seeing her dominate him, seeing how beautifully confident she looked as she gave orders or gave out punishments. Right now all he could focus on was her presence, he knew she was close to the bed, but couldn't see through the blindfold. He could smell her sweet perfume and wanted so badly to taste her flesh. Suddenly he was given a huge jolt that shot through him like lightening up his leg and spine. He quickly became covered in goosebumps just at the sudden soft touch she gave to his inner thigh. He was waiting in anticipation so long but wasn't ready when she gently stroked his leg just between his balls and thigh. "Are you ready for tonight, you seem overly jumpy?" She whispered near his ear giving him even more shock waves. "Yes Mistress, I am ready to do anything to please you, anything!" He wiggles on the bed a little giving a pouty sounding answer to her. "Good, I knew your tiny cock and slutty asshole were up for anything. Look at you; you want it so badly, don't you?"

He tried to beg but was still clueless as to what she had in store. Suddenly he heard a knock on the hotel door. The color drained from his face, who the fuck could that be, what the fuck was going on. He lay there so exposed, so frail and helpless. His poor thick member seemed to quickly retreat becoming strong to soft in mere seconds. "Now don't be afraid, that's our company were having tonight." She said in a mocking tone. "Company?? Mistress I ..." She cut him off before he could finish. "Shut your mouth Bitch!! I asked you if you were ready, you were begging just moments ago. I don't want any lip from you tonight; you'll embarrass me in front of our guest. Is that understood, you cum guzzling dumpster whore?" All he could do was nod in compliance, her tone of voice and words kept him speechless. His cock was quickly resuscitated after the scare. He swallowed hard, terrifyingly eager for what would come next.

He heard her open the door and greet the stranger. He quickly gathered it was a male by the sound of his voice. Violently, his eye mask was removed leaving him staring face to face with a blue-eyed male Thor. His body was much bigger and muscular than his own. His square jaw sat perfectly symmetric on his clean-cut face. He was shirtless already and smiling down at him on the bed with a look of amusement that said look what we have here. He stayed speechless, locked in an uncomfortable gaze with a complete alien, as far as he was concerned. "That's not polite you whore, greet your new bull!" He remains speechless until the words his mistress commanded hit his brain and he was able to comprehend what was going on. Dazed he meekly stammered out hello there. The squeaky man's voice sounded just like a sissy unprepared of the huge stick about to be reamed in her.

"Don't worry; you will get this huge cock right where you want it, as soon as I show you what it's like to use your dick right. You're going to watch this stud fuck me the way a real man fucks. Then because I know how much you love cum, you will clean up Mistresses pussy till its spotless understood?" Part of him was jealous but he didn't know of which, her getting the cock first or having to watch another man take her right in front of him. He nodded his head in compliance still too dumbstruck to reply with words. "Good, let's get started. Come over here, come fuck my wet pussy." She lifted her skirt showing her sweet lips and tight ass. The stranger complied unzipping his pants and pulling out what seemed to be the largest cock ever, making his cock leap up again in a mixture of fear and excitement.

So far she was proud of herself, she felt in control of him this time. She didn't show her uneasiness towards him or the new bull she picked. Confidence looked and felt good on her. This was the first time she ever fully took control as she was tonight. She was not truly ready to have another man fuck her in front of her pathetic sissy boyfriend, but she was sure it didn't show in her voice or face. She got up on the bed positioning her pussy right over her boyfriend's face with her ass out and thighs on either side of it like she was going to face fuck him.

The male bull positioned himself right behind her, cock ready in hand to enter her burning wet pussy. As the bull knelled on the bed behind her she looked down into her tied up slaves' eyes hoping to read what was going on in his head right then. She could feel him squirm beneath her lifting his butt towards her pussy that was just out of reach to him. "Stop that shit!" She hissed at him. "You will get your turn when Mistress has been fully satisfied. Your job is to pay attention." He nodded his head showing he understood and remained still, no longer humping the air.

Her bull asked in a deep voice if she was ready for a real man, to which she replied by looking over her shoulder giving him a very dirty girl look. He moved forward and she could feel the tip of his enormous cock touching her sensitive lips. It was hard for her to stay still; her whole body was tensed and electrified waiting for insertion. Soon she felt the pressure of his dick slowly fill her and she let a moan escape her lips. "That's just the tip babe, wait till I'm all the way in, I'll have you screaming for more soon." His words excited her even more, now she was fully ready for what was to come. He gently pushed through her tight lips filling her up completely. It hurt at first then felt so amazing she forgot for a moment her surroundings.

Looking down into her boyfriend's face she couldn't help but give a mischievous grin. He had not used his safe word so far this was a positive sign. Feeling this huge cock go in and out of her felt amazing, but seeing her boyfriend's face made her feel even more aroused. She felt like she was in complete control. His submissive, pitiful look said it all. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

As he looked up into his Mistress's eyes he could see the ecstasy she was in. It made him so jealous knowing he was not the one behind her satisfied expressions. Watching the monstrous beast slamming in and out of his Mistresses, wet gaping hole did not bother him as much as he thought it would. He was even more turned on. He couldn't wait to taste all the wonderful cum she would have dripping out of her. Though he knew it would be mixed with this bull's semen he didn't care, at this point he just wanted to be the one to make her moan. He longed to hear his name be called out in pleasure, this was all he could think about. Even if it meant afterward he too would experience a thick, long cock shoved deep in his ass, he was filled with impatience and anticipation. Never before had he wished so much to please his Mistress.

It didn't take long for the bull's cock to send her squirting, legs shaking on either side of her pathetic tied down sissy. This was the part where she got to truly test his undying devotion to her. She could see how excited he was, as he rocked back in forth humping the air between them. "You ready to please Mistress with that cum-guzzling whore mouth of yours?" She said in a seductive raspy voice. Her sissy just nodded frantically yes. She carefully placed her knees on his tied down arms positioning her filled and dripping pussy just at his mouth. "Drink of me as you never have before slave!" She commanded, and he quickly responded "Yes Mistress!"

He then began fluttering his tongue about just on the outside of her clit enjoying the smell and first juices that touched his mouth. Then he deeply penetrated her making his tongue dance like a wild flame, drinking up all the sweet and salty nectar. She moaned out in approval. He could feel her pussy begin to tighten, and her legs tremble signaling to him she was about to orgasm. Once she did cum she began lifting up and away from his mouth. He tried to lift his head to follow, but she made herself unreachable quickly. She didn't want to show him how good it felt but she couldn't hide her shaking body.

Now he just lay there numb cock, throbbing balls, tied down to the bed; just staring over at this stranger with his fully naked body exposing the biggest dick he had seen up-close. Granted it didn't seem much bigger, but he could tell it had a thicker girth than his. He thought how much pain will this guy put me in just when inserting his large member? Oh well, he was too far into it all too chicken out, and his Mistress wasn't playing around tonight. He knew soon he too would experience a new level of erotic pleasure and pain then he had ever felt, at least he hoped that would be the case.

Suddenly he was brought back from his wandering mind to the sound of the straps on his wrists being undone. "Now I am going to put you on a leash, so you better behave!" He was not expecting to be released so early on this made him curious. Heart pounding he was soon no longer strapped down, instead, a collar and leash were secured around his neck. She yanked it making him jolt and roll out of the bed. She then demanded he kneel in front of this still strange man. He was now staring at the cock in front of him knowing he would have to somehow take the engorged shaft down his throat. He began to panic and thought of wiggling away, but Mistress sensed it and demanded he stay.

In her most demanding voice she told her slave to begin sucking cock. He seemed fairly good at it when it was her fake strap on. She was worried about the size and whether or not he would embarrass her. Yet surprisingly he obeyed, and soon his head was bobbing up and down the giant cock. He was making choking sounds, and appeared to be doing a decent job by the look on the bull's face."There's my little cock sucker, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the real thing." He did not respond too focused on his task. "Good girl." She praised and petted his head. Then she decided to force his head further onto the cock, holding it in place while she watched him gag. She let go, allowing him to get air again.