Sissy Sex Dungeon Pt. 04

Never before have I woken up as both equally exhausted and rested as I did that morning. My entire body ached from the abuse it had endured yesterday, but at the same time being able to get a full nights rest felt amazing. Looking around, I found that I was alone in this basement dungeon for the moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I must have passed out from exhaustion as I I was completely bare naked and was not even halfway under the silky smooth sheets. My entire body also had an almost slimy sticky feel to it, as I had collapsed in bed still covered from head to toe in baby oil. Not moving from the bed I began contemplating everything that had happened so far, and how much worse it potentially became at the end of the day yesterday. Besides the base fact that I am being sexually tortured, somehow this man had talked and walked me back into a corner. Not only am I not allowed to resist or cry out in pain, I am now expected to play into it as if I enjoy it more than anything in the world.

As I thought all this through, the sound that belongs to the only door here cut through the silence. I looked up to see my captor calmly walking towards me, bringing a short chair, which he placed next to the bed and sat down in.

"I know you probably feel gross and disgusting right now, so take these," he produced a towel with various bathroom items wrapped in it as he pointed off to the side. "There's a shower in the alcove in the wall right there, and yes, it does have both hot and cold water. Take your time relaxing in there, and while you do, really clean yourself well and make sure to use the razor to shave every spot."

With that he stood up, turned around, and left the room. I wasn't sure if this was some sort of trick, or test, but I didn't wait long before accepting his offer. And a long time I did spend in there, spending the majority of the first half just standing as hot water rushed over me. Eventually though I cleaned my body and hair with the product provided, and spent time running the razor over every surface. Luckily I had happened to shave a couple days before coming here in the first place, or this would have been a much longer and frustrating process.

As I exited the shower, towel around my waste, I saw that he had returned and was sitting in the chair again. Looking up at me with a smile, he lightly patted the bed next to him. "Come now, we've got a few things to talk about, because if you recall, today is going to be a special day for you. As long as you haven't forgotten how a slave behaves overnight."

Without a word I walked over to the bed, which he apparently had changed the sheets on while I was in the shower. As I passed between him and the bed he reached out, and in a graceful yet casual movement, gently pulled the towel from around my waist and tossed it to the side. I intended on sitting at the edge and facing him to talk, but his right hand reached out and gently pushed against my chest until I was laying on the bed in front of me, then continued to push so that I would roll onto my stomach. From near the foot of the bed, his left hand produced a large bottle that I didn't recognize. I could feel the fear begin to grow inside me, not knowing what he was about to make me do.

With a large, anticlimactic splooshing noise, he squeezed a large amount of lotion from the bottle and into his palm and began rubbing it all over me. He started with my feet, and slowly began working his way up, making sure every single set face and crevice was covered. I'm not sure what it was that he was using on me, but just from the feel of it against me(and then brushing my fingers against my legs once he got high enough), it was very high quality and was making my skin softer than I would have thought possible. It wasn't until he was almost done with the back of my legs, that he finally spoke, never stopping the application of the lotion.

"Do you understand what you really are? And I don't just mean how you are my personal slave now. I mean how perfect you actually are for the role." As his hands ran over my cheeks, and in between them, I expected something to happen but he simply continued with his work. "If I were god and making a human for the purpose of serving a real man, it would turn out exactly like you. Even before I rubbed this in, your skin was already so soft to the touch that I never want to stop touching you. The curves of your body are designed perfectly to be held tight, so that your amazingly shaped ass could take the pounding that it's cushioned for." At this comment, I could feel his hands move back down to caress my ass one last time before sliding along my waist and rolling me over.

As he began doing the same lotion rubbing at my feet again, "and then we have the way the rest of your body looks, which when it's all together, is begging for someone to take ownership. You have the curves and shapes of a whore, yet your body radiates a wave of innocence and purity. Your height and weight makes you a petite, young thing that needs care and attention to survive. Which is why you're so lucky to have me, as you'll be able to serve me so that all your problems are gone and you'll never have to worry about them again. Never again will you have to worry about a random hook up online that turns out poorly, leaving you both dissatisfied and distressed. Also, no bills, no rent, no responsibilities ever again as long as you are serving me. That's not a bad deal now is it?"

Whatever this lotion was, it felt really nice on me, and the full body massage to work it in was pretty enjoyable. Why was he being so gentle and seemingly caring this morning? Obviously something was up, but did I really have much of a choice besides to play along? "Yes sir I'd love that. Serving you in this house forever, not a threat in the world that'd get to me while I'm with you."

"I hope you honestly believe that, because there's men out there who would love to take advantage of you until you became nothing but an old rag, useless to everyone. Just one good look at you is all it would take for someone to crave your body for themselves. Your face looks so innocent on top off a small hairless body waiting for hands to claim it. Your pale, fair skin already being smooth and soft, is also spotless without a marking anywhere. Men would have no second thoughts about defiling you, draining any purity they can from you."

At this point he had finished rubbing in the lotion, and was just gently caressing up and down my body as he continued. "As I'm sure you've come to realize, I only want to protect you from others who would mistreat you. I can provide you with a safe and comfortable place to live, where nothing will ever stand in your way of chasing your dream to please cock." Taking off his shirt, but leaving on his pair of gym shorts, he climbed up and straddled me.

He grabbed both of my hands and stretched them towards the head of the bed as if I was reaching upwards. He took both of my wrists into one hand's firm grip, holding them down on the bed past my head. Repositioning himself, he was now laying on me, his face nuzzling into my neck as I lay there pinned. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure a little bit at this unexpected change of pace, and slowly began to squirm under him. He continued whispering things into my ear in between him taking turns kissing, licking, and lightly biting at my neck.

"This feels great doesn't it...imagine feeling like this forever, or knowing you made your Master feel this way...your perfect body is mine...you know you've always wanted to give in and serve a real man's cock, and now is finally your chance. Aren't you ready to leave this room finally? To be able to walk around the property?"

The last part caught my attention immediately. Finally a sliver of hope that I might be able to escape at some point. "Please sir, it gets so lonely down here. I'd love to come up into the house to be with you always."

"And I want nothing more than to have my perfect, willing slave available at any moment." He touched his lips to mine and I felt a jolt run through my body. I still hated everything about this man, but the way he was making feel as I was being restrained, completely naked, and totally at his mercy was something I'd never felt before. For a minute there was silence as we were locked at the lips, his tongue exploring my mouth, before he pulled back and looked down upon me. "I want to hear the real answer to this, understand?" I pathetically nodded, head still swarming with this feeling of both sexy and helpless. "What did you think when you saw me rock hard the first time?"

This question brought back a glimpse of the horror I went through yesterday. "I was scared, and wanted to escape, but it's impossible to deny how amazing it is. Everything from the length, the girth, the smooth shaft...it's a perfect cock."

"That's exactly what I figured your thoughts would be on it. That should also solve any questions in your head. Don't deny it any longer, you are the perfect cock serving specimen, and now you have been gifted with an opportunity to fulfill those dreams. Prove to your owner that you are the sissy I know you are, and then you can finally leave this room." Letting go of my arms and climbing off of me to step onto the ground, he stood next to the bed beginning to undo his drawstrings.

Without hesitation I began to move. I was risking no chance of losing my ability to leave this room. Before he had even dropped his pants I was in the position I knew he wanted out of me. On my back, the front of my body naked and exposed, I hung my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. After sticking my tongue out, leaving my throat as open and clear as possible, I waited for Master to begin.

"That's a good girl, you're so excited to be able to suck your Masters cock again. First things first though, you haven't put on your slave uniform yet. You wouldn't want to fulfill your duties without looking as feminine as possible would you?" He gestures to the foot of the bed where he had placed my clothing for the day.

First I put on a white lace bra that covered my lack of breasts and fit firmly, yet perfectly, around my body. While adjusting and straightening the straps on my shoulders, I noticed how nice this felt on my now amazingly soft skin. Lifting my feet in the air, I reached forward and slid a matching pair of panties. They were wide enough to cover my dick and balls and rode around my hip in a way that left them revealing the majority of my lower stomach, while following the curve of my ass perfectly. I couldn't help but notice how nice this matching, white lace set looked on my pale smooth body. Lastly I slid on both of the white thigh highs, the top of each with lace patterns matching everything else. Somehow the sheer white nylon managed to both make my legs underneath look great, but also my exposed thighs were impossible not to glance at.

Dressed to his liking, I began moving back into position to earn my way out of this dungeon, before I was stopped again. "We're going to try something slightly different to help you broaden your sissy mind." Grabbing each of my arms near the shoulder he pulled me forward with no effort, so I was laying on my stomach facing him. Without hesitation, eager to earn my way out of here, I undid the drawstring and pulled down on his shorts until his cock was hanging in front of me.

Pressing my lips against the head, tongue curling up to reach the base of his shaft, my mouth filled as I took in the entire, still soft cock. Needing to support myself I put both my hands against his waist. I could tell my soft hands on his skin felt good, because immediately his cock starting moving more than it was already. The size of his cock still caught me off guard as it quickly began to grow down my throat. The urge to pull away is almost overwhelming, but the promise of a chance of freedom was even more so. If I really want to escape, I HAVE to find a way to endure all this and play the part of his cock hungry slut, for now.

Breathing in deeply through my nose, I slid forward along his cock until I was pressed against his body. I could feel my entire throat fill as he got fully hard, using all my willpower to hold it together and not back out. Whether this was to test me or to punish me, he flexed his cock causing it to twitch and throb in my already full throat. There was no stopping the gagging the moment the tip of his cock pressed hard against the inside of my throat, but I managed to stay with my lips wrapped around the base. Cock still deep in my throat I looked upwards with the best doe looking "fuck me eyes" I could manage. His eyes met mine, and as he looked down at me, I managed to push the huge amount of saliva that had formed from the forced gag. As my mouth filled with spit, it began dripping out and onto the ground where a small puddle was forming.

Still maintaining my slutty eye contact, I finally began slowly pulling my head back while lightly licking at his cock the entire way is it left my mouth. Finally my throat was free as the tip reached my mouth and met my lips, where I sucked on it long and hard before fully letting it go. Still staring upwards I see as he breaks eye contact to glance down at the mess now on my face, where the entire lower part of my face was soaked with spit as strands of saliva still connecting my lips to his cock. Rubbing his hips and stomach with my small soft hands, I make cute mischievous smile and lightly bite my lip, which caused him to look back up locking eyes again. Pressing my lips against his cock's perfectly shaped head, spit bubbles from between my teeth as I start lightly kissing. With one smooth motion, I slid forward until my throat was completely full again then pulling back out before he had a chance to throb his cock like that again.

I gave the best blowjob I ever had before. I tasted every bit of his smooth shaft, stuffed my throat over and over, and treated the tip like a sucker candy. What seemed to catch him most off guard in a pleasurable way was whenever I'd finally look forward again and wrap my hands around his cock. Feeling how soft my skin was while getting dressed, I know that had to feel amazing. Two, heavenly soft hands twisting up and down a shaft that they could both fit on at the same time. It was during one of those moments that finally he reached a hand out and lifted my chin till I was looking back up at him.

"You really are such a good girl aren't you? Without me saying anything you were readying to have your throat fucked, and then when presented a different scenario, you wasted no time putting your slut mouth to work." At this point he had dropped his hand from my jaw, only so that he could hold his cock and lightly tapping it against my face. Still staring up at him, listening for the magic phrase of being able to enter the house, I stuck my tongue out for him to thump against. "And it wasn't so bad was it? You must have been really enjoying it based off how much effort you put into that blowjob. Think about how many undesirable hook ups you've had in the past during one of your secret sissy escapades because you settled. Maybe you regret some of them, maybe you don't, but I know for a fact you'll never want another besides mine. You're already craving it deep down, you just don't know it yet."

Every time he tapped his cock against my tongue, I would kiss the head then he'd lift it to drag across some other part of my face. As he said that last sentence, there was weight against my tongue that I kissed again, and finally broke eye contact to look down at the thing I was a slave to. In no way was I enjoying anything that had happened to me in this house so far, but I couldn't deny that he was right about one thing at least. If a random hook up in the past had pulled this from his pants, I'd probably still be sucking on that cock today. So long and thick that it was almost intimidating, no discoloration, that slight upwards curve, and of course the perfect helmet shaped head...which I realize is still against my tongue and between my lips. Completing the soft kiss and glancing back up there's no hiding the self satisfied smirk on his face.

"The sooner you fully accept that this is everything you've ever wanted, the sooner life becomes fun and easy. Which brings me to the topic I was going to cover right before you helped yourself to a long sloppy treat. I'm sure you know this already, but a real sissy doesn't just love cock, they love being abused for the sake of pleasuring a man's cock. Even though you're making amazing progress in understanding your role in life, just trying to please me because you know I want it, isn't enough." The back of his hand brushed across the side of my face, down my neck, across my collar, until he reached my shoulder and retraced the same way back up again. Lightly caressing back and forth he leaned his face in closet and spoke softly.

"I love that you put so much into pleasuring me just now for no reason than you wanted to." My expression didn't change, but on the inside I felt cold dread fill my body. "Im sure you want to finish that amazing work you just did, but I still need to train you to be the perfect sissy slave. A big part of that is loving the idea of being used for pleasure so roughly that you truly feel like nothing but the fuck toy that you are." Standing back up so that his cock was level with my face once again, he ordered me to reach behind me as far as I could and to fold my legs up so my feet were over my butt. Reaching over me, he ran his hands slowly down my arms taking in the soft touch of skin, until he reach my hands where he pulled back further until an ankle was in each one.

"Grab on tight, and whatever happens, I'd highly suggest you don't let go." My knees lifted off the bed slightly, and my torso curved up from the bed so that my body felt like it was shaping into a bow and arrow. Of course my head was still at the perfect level that he wanted. "Like I said, you need to learn to love being aggressively and roughly used if it means more cock. I'm going to tell you now, this isn't going to feel good, and I hope you didn't wear your throat out already. Normally I'd tie your wrists and ankles together, but this is your test to be able to leave this dungeon. If you let go causing your body to fall back flat, I don't care if it's because of exhaustion or trying to push me off, you'll never leave this dungeon and you'll no longer be my slave. To me, you'll become just another inanimate device in here, that I'll use as rough and intense as I'd use any useless object. So for your sake, hold on tight, and try to make things easier by appreciating how beautiful a moment this is. My cock is about to defile this perfect little body, and you get to be the one to give this to me from within that delicate frame."

Without another word I watched in terror as both his hands reached forward, firmly grasping the sides of my face with a few fingers digging into my neck. I said nothing, but let out a pleading whimper that in no way hid how scared I was. He pushed his cock into my mouth and down the all to familiar path that was my throat, pressing as hard and deep as he could. Holding it there for a moment, I could see his face above me as he gazed moved over my entire body with the look of a predator scouting out its prey. I had time for one last defeated groan, begging for mercy before he started the training session.

If I thought yesterday he was fucking my throat rough, then this was on a whole new level that I don't have a word to describe. Holding my head in place, he pounded his cock into my throat over and over as hard as he could. Almost immediately saliva was dripping from my mouth, drenching the edge of the bed and soaking the ground below. Every painful thrust forcing me to gag and choke, only to be pounded into again a split second later. My chest was very visibly puffing in and out as I not only tried to breath, but also trying to endure the intense abuse my body was taking. I want to let go of my ankles so badly and try and make a run for it, not only to escape but also relieve the strain of holding my body up like this.