I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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As I enter your bedroom I see the box on your bedside table. THE box. My face flushes.
You are at your makeup table, chemise you had on earlier tossed to the floor, in a ball. I pick it up and put it with your other delicates. I will hand-wash them as I always do tomorrow in the morning morning. I can taste you and taste the leather from licking the chair you sat in clean. I can still feel the wonderful feminine slipperiness on my smooth and baby soft penis and balls, feel the remainder of your wetness on me.
I look at the box as I feel myself react to your awesome and dominant presence at your table. I watch you doing your nightly girl things. I see you rub aloe on your hand, start to apply it to your beautiful smooth thighs, legs slightly spread, your pussy in full view, want to rush to you, kneel. Your white silk robe now taking the place of the chemise you wore when you allowed me service you with my 'little baby thing' as you refer to it. It is what you call my penis. I see your beautiful sexy robe spread open in front as you spread the smooth lotion on yourself.
I look at the box on your bedside table. THE box. A split second memory, it all comes back to me...see the box on your table...think back two weeks ago, feel my face flush bright red.
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"Let me see if have this straight, trying to understand, baby doll, I really am."
You are standing in front me in tailored black pants, needle point toe high heels, peach low cut blouse. You are very business-like. But sexy more than that. You show a hint of cleavage, sexy lace bra, any man would be enthralled, sexy but professional. Your hair is up in the back showing off beautifully your neck and large hoop earrings. You are just back from a business meeting you had in the city. Your attaché case sits on the floor. A Fed Ex packaging box on the floor sits next to it.
"Want to tell me again why I had to pick this up, why you didn't just accept it at the door?"
You are holding a thin riding crop. You picked it up as soon as you secured my wrist cuffs, hit me five times fast and hard immediately. I started to cry instantly.
You glare at me. You bring the riding crop you are holding up between my legs, quick vicious bites. You bring it up right up between my cheeks and over my balls and penis. I cry out, scream, you just stare coldly.
"Please, Mistress, please, I'm so sorry, so very sorry, please...", I mumble through already flowing tears.
"Shut up."
You move to my side. The crop comes down viciously five more times across the backs of my naked legs and butt. I scream loudly.
My makeup is all over my cheeks, happened fast, tears running down my face. I feel my tears drip on my naked chest, all over me. I am completely naked except for a three foot spreader bar holding my ankles apart, locked in place, my wrists in cuffs attached and locked to my collar. Locked up tight, naked, I am completely exposed. And now covered in welts and burning red stripes.
I was told to strip completely and get to the basement and wait, 'Have the spreader bar, your collar, cuffs on your wrists, have it all on, you little fuck!' you screamed into the phone into my ear. You called me on the phone a half hour ago, furious.
You hit my leg. Bright red stripes across my right inner thigh rise up, fresh, stinging so bad.
"Now tell me again. My package was delivered to the door, you turned it down. I get a call that I have to pick it up. I have to drive across town? I HAVE TO FUCKING DRIVE ACROSS TOWN AND PICK IT UP! I'm really trying to understand, princess."
You move around me, move to my side. I feel you run your hand down over my naked rear end, feel goose bumps rise under your hand over the burning welts.
Through heavy sobbing, I mumble stammer.
"He came to the door, Mistress, rang the bell, I was afraid to answer it, was only in heels and a sissy ribbon on my penis, so afraid for him to see, a stranger, I froze, couldn't answer the door, Mistress, I panicked...thought he'd leave it on the porch...so sorry...", I am blubbering through tears. My eye makeup runs down my cheeks in hideous streaks.
I am crying and looking to the floor, dancing from foot to foot.
"So the Fed Ex guy scared you?"
You start laughing. You laugh loud.
"I take you out, give your sissy ass to others but you can't let a Fed Ex man see you as the sissy bitch you are?!?"
I feel your hand take my penis, squeeze it, hold me up on my toes by it.
"Princess, really."
"Mistress, I thought he'd leave the package at the door, so sorry. I did, so sorry."
Feel you lean up to my ear...
"If I take you in just heels and ribbon to the fucking mall, tell you to walk from one end to the other, you'll fucking do it. If I drop you off at a bar in just panties and heels, tell you to go inside and kneel in the men's room, you'll do it. Fucking little bitch! You are afraid of that man seeing you all sissied up, seeing you for what you truly are? I should get his number, offer to sell you to him. You are my full-time bitch. You will learn that."
Feel you drop my penis, shoved from your hand. You hear me whimper, start to cry hysterically as you whip my penis and balls.
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I can still feel it all. I still have the deep stripes, welts and bruise all over my legs and rear end. I remember the whipping yesterday. I learned to be the open and out bitch you want me to be, your 24x7 'house girl', learned what is expected of me now that I live in your house. Answer the door in my sissy dress, naked, doesn't matter—no matter who comes to the door, answer it. No matter who.
I see the box on your table, remember it on the floor as you brought it in, almost threw it to the floor sneering at me, had to pick it up yourself, remember the crop brought up between my legs fast and hard, thighs whipped, remember it snapping against my little balls, whipping up over my rear. I remember the crying and begging and being left in the punishment room for almost twelve hours retrained in cuffs to my neck, ankles locked to a spreader bar, 'to think about my attitude'.
"What's the matter, baby doll? Cat got your hot pointed sexy little tongue? You know you did a wonderful job of fucking me, really did. I'm still in that after glow thing, cum hard when I use you like that, baby. You are a treasure even with that little boy dick. You should be happy for me."
You look at me. Smile, you bring me back out of it. I am still staring at the box, look to you and see you rubbing lotion all over your arms and hands. You stand.
"I want you in your cage, sweetie. You know what this is about. Time for milking my pet. But I have a surprise for you too. I'm gonna make my little man a whole lot more submissive, and we both know that's what you want, baby. Your goddess takes such good care of you."
You giggle.
I see your robe part as you stand, see your breasts, so pretty, want to kiss you. I don't dare. I see your soft stomach, want to touch you so bad. I move to my cage.
This cage has a 'special feature'. You had it made just for me. It has a hole in the door. After I crawl in the door it closes up against my rear. I can fit my penis and ball out through a hole in the larger cage door. A drop-down door closes into a tiny hole that holds my balls and penis on the outside of the cage, holds it all in place very tight. It holds me up on my hands and knees making it impossible for me to lower myself or pull forward.
I feel you reach in and take my penis and pull it back out through the hole roughly, your finger and thumb making a small tight circle around my balls and pulling them back out of the cage so far I cry out. I feel the sliding door sticking up at the top come down behind my balls, feel it trap them, feel it close so that my penis and little balls are stretched back and out displayed on the outside of the main cage door. They are the only thing sticking out of the cage as you lock it all up. The door with the little hole closes tightly around me from behind. I am stretched and held in a tiny cruel circle no more than an inch and half around. Feel my penis start to throb. I am locked and displayed on my hands and knees on the cold metal floor of what you call my 'milking cage'.
I see you put on blue thin rubber gloves, box of them on top of my cage. I hear you pull a soft leather ottoman up behind me. You sit.
"Baby, we are storing up a very nice supply of this icky stuff."
You put a rubber glove on, take your time. I feel you put a condom on my stretched-out penis matter of factly, almost clinically. You hear me whimper as I push my rear back against the thin metal bars to accommodate. You see the thin bars push up into and 'pattern' on the soft flesh of my rear end and the backs of my legs, my welts pressed up against the metal messh. I feel my hands and knees on the cold metal floor. I see the small refrigerator in front of me. I know what's in it. I know it's only purpose.
I feel you do what you've done for the past several months. I feel you apply k-y lubricant and start to stroke my penis. I feel the condom move as my penis starts to get hard inside of it and glide through your hand.
"Good boy, you're starting to feel it now. Good boy. I know, I know, that's it. Ooo, that has to feel good, my good boy. Kind of like you fucking me a little while ago, I know you want to cum, baby. Cum for Mama."
You talk sexy, soothing, you stroke me to milk me. You masturbate me into the condom. You purr as you hear me whimper.
"So cute, honey, so fucking cute, is I should record this, so fucking cute. That's it. Just let it go, make those little sounds you do. It pleases me to hear you do that. Come on, baby, cum for Mama."
You talk so sexy, so soothing, charming. You are lost to it.
I feel your hand bring me to full erection, feel you make me hard. You point my penis straight down to the floor, trapped in the tiny hole of the cage's 'special opening'. I feel you grip me tight at the base of it, stroke just the head very fast, running it through the tight circle of your fingers.
When I cum I let it all go. I start to cry out, feel myself slightly pull at the hole that holds me tight. I push my rear end back hard against the bars, feel the welts from my whipping as I do.
"Baby, don't hurt yourself, Mama needs this thing from time to time."
I here you laugh, giggle, so soft, so sexy.
I feel you take the condom off of me very carefully. I hear you tie the open end, like a balloon at a party, hear the rubber knot snap shut.