Mistress Aimz

Mistress ordered me into my chastity device. I complied.

"you may not cum this week," she told me.

I didn't. I was good. I used depilatory cream and removed all my leg, clit and pussy hair for mistress. It was Friday. She told me to take off my chastity and jack off into a glass. She said I could cum as much as I want Friday and Saturday, but to cum in the glass each time. I did...the first 5 times I came 8-10 shots. After that, it decreased but I restricted my efforts to allow for my cum to accumulate. I only came three times on Saturday. On Sunday she had me back in chastity.

On Friday she gave me the same permission. This time I waited....I teased myself and spent the entire day and evening doing chores, grooming, bathing, and generally touching naked clit and gently urging a slow dispensation of cum to leak slowly out. Eventually the urge overcame me and I dumped my cum into the glass three times over a 48 hour period. I teased and flirted with my clit thus building a significant supply of cum for ejaculate. On Sunday she had me back in chastity. The next Friday she told me I could only cum two times. I played with my clit for 17 hours straight....slowly I tormented myself and over time drained my cum slowly...a constant return to edging myself and slowly leaking cum into my glass.

I was at times crouched down, knees spread on the balls of my feet with a vibrator in my well-lubed cunt and another just lightly teasing the tip of my clit as cum slowly oozed out of me and into the glass resting on the floor. By the time I'd let myself orgasm I over shot the glass on the first shot and it landed on my lips.

I came again on the witching hour and Sunday I was in chastity again. By the time Friday came again my mistress aimz had me come over. She watched me remove all my body hair and she dressed me in panties, garterbelt and stockins and a bra with a pink satin chemise. She told me to put my man disguise on and we went to the mall. There we hit the nail salon.

"Yes, my sissy and I have a couples appointment at five," she told the receptionist.

"this way," the young woman smiled and we followed her to a private booth.

We sat together and while mistress's right hand was being worked on she rubbed my crotch over my jeans and soon unbuttoned them and opened my fly exposing my pink satin panties. The woman giving us our manicures went and closed the curtain to the booth and my mistress kissed my mouth.

"Pink," mistress said. "A light glossy pink...for both her fingers and toes."

I had to remove my stockings and was stricken with humiliation but when mistress said, "don't be afraid sissy, she knows what you are. You know what you are and so do I, so just take off your jeans and remove your stockings. I sat there humiliated and slid down my jeans exposing my full shaved bottom, unhooked the garter-straps and slid my hose down my smoothly shaved legs.

I went to put my pants back on and mistress only needed to look me in the eyes to know I should do otherwise and I sat back in my pink panties, my clit completely soft, yet my internal arousal knew so much more...I was at the height of my arousal in reality.

Mistress guided my hand into her crotch....the image of what I was willing to do for her threw her over the edge and all sensibilities save for her own eroticism escaped her. She showed my hand where to go, how to touch, how deeply or superficially to reach and then she drew my wet fingers from deep within her and inserted them into my hungry mouth. I slobbered like a cum-loving slut on her fingers and she slid them deeply down my throat and I saw in her eyes a glazed-over expression that was lost in the moment. She looked like a queen of control to me and I was devoted to serving her desires.

The woman finished our nails and I slipped my stockings back up my legs after the paint had dried. I looked down and bore witness to the wet spot that had formed on my panties. Mistress reached over in front of the woman and coated the tips of her painted nails before inserting them once again into my hungry mouth. She kissed me deeply and I surrendered to her then and there. I put my pants on and we walked out to do some panty shopping.

At Victoria's Secret we browsed and she wasn't shy about sizing each pair she liked up against my crotch.

"I'm sorry miss, if he tries them on, you'll have to purchase them," the saleswoman said.

"we've had some bad experiences in the past."

"So other women have brought their sissies into try on articles?" my mistress asked lightly.

"I've never heard anyone call them sissies. We've always just thought they were gay," she looked puzzled.

"Oh, they may be....but Audrie...short for Andrew, is gay and straight," my mistress seemed to be talking as if I wasn't there. She also spoke as if she was telling me for the first time that she knew what I needed most. "You see, Audrie is a cock-loving, cum-eating slut because he understands how much his male side loves to perform this way for his mistress. It's the surrender to me that he so desires and in any little act of devotion he finds sexual thrill. In service to me he actualizes his sexuality. He is both gay and hetero...and he knows that I accept this in him. Therefore, he will do whatever I ask."

The saleswoman was stricken speechless.

We ended up settling on a matching set. All white, satin and nylon. A white mesh thong, a full-bodied white satin, open-bottom girdle with six white lace straps, white Wolford sheer stockings with a black line from heel to thigh, white satin chemise top that dropped like milk over our shoulders finished the ensemble.

We both wore our outfits underneath our clothing out of the store.

We went and had dinner at a nice bistro down the street. We sat on the patio, one of three other couples and a large party of older women. We drank a bottle of nice red wine and were on our second before we realized the only people left on the patio were 5 women dressed in suits drinking shots of tequila. My mistress dismissed the waiter after he'd brought us our second wine and got up and walked behind me and she kissed my neck. The women from the party started to talk and make lurid noises. Mistress kissed me softly and licked up from my collar bone to under my earlobe and lingered there to swab her tongue around the inner canal of my ear. As she did this she unbuttoned my shirt starting at the collar and working her way down until the front of my silky white chemise was exposed. Then she pulled my shirt over my shoulders and down to my elbows thereby restraining me open and exposed to the women at the party as wearing a white silk chemise under my clothes. Mistress's tongue lingered a last eternal moment and then she returned to her seated position across from me. I went to pull my shirt back over my shoulders and mistress's dominant stare prohibited me.

"Take off the shirt sissy!" she demanded.

I did and sat in my chair exposed above the waist.

The women leftover at the table were silent.

One of them finally broke the silence, "You are one lucky woman!"

Another.... "yes, young lady. However you managed it...you keep that little boy under your spell. You have no idea how much we all wish we had ours under that kind of control."

"Take off your pants sissy!" mistress demanded again.

I was entranced...I had no choice...my libido and my mind were singing with arousal. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pants and slid off my jeans and sat completely exposed to the women on the patio.

The old cougars were howling and by now the manager had come out and one of the older ladies told him to go back in and not to worry about out here for now. "There's a 50 in it for you if you make sure the patio's closed for the rest of the night," she added.

The manager turned out the lights and locked the door behind him. The only lights were from the tiki lights, but I felt completely exposed...completely aroused.

"Touch yourself sissy," mistress was saying it loud enough for the women to hear and in their direction as if to say, 'I'm doing this for your benefit.' "Touch your sissy clit Andrew." That she said my name made it that much more arousing. We usually reserved these moments for me to perform like a sissy under the guise of Audrie, but she'd used my male name, thereby reducing my actions to that of a homosexual. These women only knew me now by my male name and that made me gay....a fag! My ultimate humiliation—and she'd done it without having to use the word "faggot." Yet that is exactly what one of the cougar's said....

"Oh honey.....you've got yourself one devoted little sissy faggot! You go girl!"

And I sat there in the chair exposed fully. I was gaining hardness and my clit began to stand on its own. I teased the tip drawing hardness from it like a magician and I let my head fall back and my mouth open and a soft moan of acceptance escaped my lips and throat. Mistress came over to me and pulling out her red high-gloss lipstick, she painted my open mouth with wet redness and then after applying her own thick layer she leaned down, sitting in my lap and kissed me like a lesbian slut and we kissed and grinded on each other's crotches in front of five horny cougars.

"Stand up!" mistress ordered me after dismounting my crotch.

I stood in my stockings and chemise...my clit tenting my white panties, my bottom peaking out from underneath the back of my white satin chemise.

"Hello ladies. You look like you could use some fun tonight," mistress addressed them directly for the first time. "I see you are grateful for the way I've been able to train my sissy. If you would like to retain his services, we would certainly accept compensation in the form of payment for our dinner and wine."

A woman of around 55 pulled two hundred dollars from her purse and placed it on the table.

"I'd like to see her model her outfit for us," the same woman said.