Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas".
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Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be with her under any terms. He had the chastity device she had given him in his backpack. He knew once it was on he would not even be able to masturbate without Mistress unlocking the belt. He knew this would be difficult, but he knew the excitement of serving Mistress Carol, her lovers and her guests would be worth the nearly constant sexual frustration. Marcus was hard as a rock standing at the ornate wooden door.
He had attempted to climax repeatedly the last night and been unable. He'd masturbated all night thinking of Mistress Carol's fragrant breasts and meaty lipped pussy with its carefully maintained auburn "landing strip". The eighteen year old felt he couldn't ejaculate without his Mistress' permission and that was when he made up his mind; Marcus Cicero of sound body and fevered mind would agree to Mrs. Carson's demands and wear the chastity belt she'd given him that night. He had been her Christmas gift. He had resolved to become her toy on a much more permanent basis before the sun rose on Boxing Day.
The door was answered by Carol herself. She was wearing shiny thigh high leather boots with six inch stiletto heels, a black leather studded G string, long black leather gloves and a wicked smile. Had she known Marcus would arrive or was she already at play? She was holding a cat of nine tails and her eyes sparkled like a cat presented with ready prey. She said nothing. With a finger she beckoned the young man to enter and follow her. Silently, Marcus complied.
Marcus was led into the increasingly familiar bathroom. Chubby Irena washed him in the tub like one might bathe a child, coddling and chiding. She was as naked as the boy who was becoming quite erect looking on the older woman's sinfully curvaceous brown body. Marcus was surprised at his reaction to her chubby, dimpled body with full hips and fertile belly. "Settle down you big sissy! Mistress Carol wants you gentled. If you keep acting like such a naughty boy...snip snip!" the voluptuous maid with the deep brown eyes pantomimed scissors in a way that made Marcus blanch.
Marcus settled down, and was washed inside and out by the jolly Irena, whose massive brown jugs shook every time she giggled at Marcus screaming hard cock. Compared to all of the men he'd seen Carol with Marcus was miniscule. He'd never thought much about size before. He had to wonder if his smaller size made him inadequate compared to other men. The thought aroused the boy immensely and his small cock leaked pre-cum. Marcus remained still and calm while the sumptuous Irena shaved what hair there was on the boy's slight body. Satisfied that the lad was smooth as a baby's bottom, Irena dried him off. The lusciously plump woman presented Marcus with a very girly smelling stick deodorant and advised him to use it before meeting with Mistress Carol.
Marcus was brought to Mrs. Carson's personal bedchambers. She was looking at the boy with what could only be described as a mixture of hunger and contempt. She was coyly brandishing the chastity belt she'd presented Marcus with and now expected him to accept with all its many permutations.
"What I am demanding of you Marcus," Carol intoned somberly "NO MAN would ever agree to. My husband...my CUCKOLD wimp of a husband even refused. You will say yes. Why is that Marcus?"
"I'm not sure Mistress Carol," Marcus lied.
Carol cooed mockingly at the blushing boy, "Yes you are Marcus, but you can't bring yourself to admit it."
Hot tears filled Marcus' eyes. The delicate youth sobbed and broke down crying. Mistress Carol was right. Marcus knew exactly why he would agree to Carol's restrictions or anything else to gain the striking statuesque older woman's favor.
Wiping the tears from his smooth cheek Marcus confessed, "It's because I'm just a little bitch Mistress Carol. I'm not man enough to refuse."
"That's right, Marcus, but I don't want you using that kind of coarse language. You are to refer to yourself as a sissy from now on." Carol admonished Marcus sternly.
"Yes Mistress Carol, I am just a sissy!"
"MY Sissy," the buxom Mrs. Carson sneered.
With great joy and love in his heart Marcus crowed, "Yes Mistress Carol, I am your sissy!"
Carol approached the trusting young lad and attempted to place his penis in the chastity device, but it would not go in erect. This would not do and Carol had no intention of letting Marcus fuck her or anyone else now or ever again. She would have to get the swelling to go down somehow before she could lock him away, so she put on a latex glove and began to milk Marcus small but erect penis like it were a cow's udder.
"That's right sissy needs to be milked so he'll be nice and gentle and go in his chastity," Carol cooed at Marcus like a mother singing a lullaby. Methodically she manipulated the boy's dick until it twitched. She then drove her fingers deep in his asshole and massaged his prostate until his cum formed a substantial pool on the hardwood floor and his penis went flaccid.