Richard finds this Femdom couple intriguing and arousing. And individually, each fascinates him.
Mistress Hayley is self-assured, disarmingly charming, light-hearted and well-balanced. She attracts attention, respect, and affection. Her innate modesty only cements this. She is a medical professional, possessed of a certain precision and self-discipline that hones her sexual power and erotic dominance.
Her sissy slave is often oafish. Yet also sweet, devoted, and sincere. Beyond its deficiencies, the slave is creative, talented, and hardworking. Of its physical attributes, it is often complimented for having shapely legs.
In its private life, Ms. Hayley's slave is regularly referred to as "it," "bitch," or "Her bitch." It bears a tattooed script on its hairless pubic mound that literally says, "Her bitch." Most of their friends know the nature of their relationship.
Though she is typically discreet, she does enjoy humiliating her toy in front of others: either overtly or covertly.
Covertly, she sometimes requires that it wear ugly, ill fitting, awkward or inappropriate clothing in public such that others can get a hint of its inferiority that way. Everyone needn't know the full extent of her slave's subservience. Its "forced" humiliation in public is still a pleasure for her to observe. This while she is a seemingly innocent bystander. She may even pretend not to know the hapless wimp.
Even at a social distance, Ms. Hayley's graciousness thrills her slave to no end, especially when she gives it ways to suffer for her.
Mistress and slave are deeply in love and well-matched. They have lived together for years and were recently married. There is a fathomless well of trust between them. Her presence never fails to make her slave's heart sing. And it is a near constant source of amusement for her. Though her fortunate cruelties factor heavily, the two are mutually supportive and very affectionate with one another.
Richard can see the symbiosis between Mistress and slave. And he enjoys how deliciously wicked their Superior/inferior reality is.
Richard most enjoys her intellect, the sound of her voice, and her mature and natural beauty.
He is intrigued by her dominance. But, he is inclined to meet her on a power-neutral basis with a somewhat vanilla sexual connection. With things leaning towards soft Femdom, if there is any power exchange between them.
"Somewhat vanilla" except in that the emasculation of her sissy supercharges his own manhood, while acting as a perverse aphrodisiac for both Richard and Mistress Hayley.
She isn't a Switch, but he is. She isn't bisexual but he is.
He is most attracted to women in a gentlemanly manner. But he adores tormenting the sissy for her amusement as they egg each other on.
There is something about her bitch that initiates sadistic license and free rein. Its obedience and responsiveness are assured. It knows that it needs to suffer and to serve. Otherwise, being compulsively masochistic, it would likely be fucking up (even more than it already does) just to subconsciously arrive at some form of discomfort in its life.
Few of the submissive women that Richard has known are as much of a pain and humiliation slut as her slave. Despite being a Switch himself, he has never regarded women as being so appropriately degradable as the sissy that Mistress Hayley owns.
The three met at a BDSM event. Her bitch immediately felt at ease around him though it was quickly sidelined in the conversation.
It enjoyed kneeling quietly at her heel as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground there. The slave took up position accordingly, while she and Richard got to know one another.
It knelt with legs spread, hands behind its back, eyes focused on the ground a few feet in front. They spoke for a good 30 minutes or so as they stood there occasionally greeting others more briefly. The typically gregarious sissy was not acknowledged by anyone who greeted the two peers.
Mistress Hayley is usually the one who attracts attention and acknowledgment, regardless of who she is with. She made it a point to introduce Richard to the others she already knew.
She became most animated with him, in discussing various absurdities and ironies that she had run across. Or clueing him in on her non-kink hobbies and interests. While he was more gently being quizzed by her about his own life, interests, career, and so forth.
Richard is handsome, well dressed, ex-military, and also works in health care. Loves gardening and appreciates the fine and performing arts. He is easygoing, outgoing, intellectually gifted and curious, and discreetly kinky as fuck.
Her bitch noticed a good rhythm and balance to their conversation and the topics upon which it dwelt. That reminded it of its first encounters with her. Just as she was gathering an affectional familiarity with him, so was her sissy by extension. Her bitch thought him classy and worthy of her trust. That he is respectful of its Goddess and not acting like a self-absorbed 'Domly Dom'. Knowing if he were, she probably wouldn't still be conversing with him.
As they had been speaking, Ms. Hayley noticed Richard looking amusedly at the sissy at her heel. So, she pulled the chain on its slave collar and snapped her fingers again.
This time pointing her slave to Richard's shoes, she said to Richard: "This is my little bitch in a cage. Your shoes look a bit dusty. Would you like it to lick them clean for you?"
"Hah. But of course, why don't we retire to the couch over there so it can also clean the soles?" he said.
"Great idea! First, let's have it fetch some refreshments. I'll have some coffee and a cookie. Would you like something?"
"A coffee for me too," he said.
Off the sissy scurried in its heels, corset, hose, and translucent micro-mini skirt. Anyone at the party could see through the skirt that its 'little problem' was respectfully chaste and presentable in its pink micro-chastity cage. And also, that it was sporting a large anal dildo held in by a leather harness.
When asked about that she said, "I've been taking it steadily smaller on the cage, and larger on the rubber cock in its boi pussy. Wonderful attitude adjustment for the sissy."
Returning within a couple of minutes, her bitch served the refreshments and silently set about cleaning Richard's shoes with its tongue while they spoke as if it weren't there.
With another snap of her fingers, she said, "Now mine, loser".
Then it quickly swallowed the dirt and grit in its dry mouth and blissfully set about worshiping and cleaning its gorgeous owner's boots in turn: glancing to see the ravenously cruel look on Richard's face and the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Enough," she said as she waved the boot licker off a short while later.
She was quite the conversationalist with Richard, however. Shifting back and forth from a perversely conspiratorial tone to a lilting and relaxed connection. They were clearly, hitting it off.
Her bitch listened attentively, if invisibly, to its betters. Richard has the social grace to reciprocate conversationally, which is an unfortunately rare quality in some circles.
Still kneeling with eyes involuntarily fixed upon their shoes, the sissy was trying not to obtrusively stare at its beautiful Goddess or her handsome new friend.
A good menial waits to be of use.
Such an impression was made between Ms. Hayley and her new male peer that a private dinner engagement was arranged on the spot. And the two continued to communicate online thereafter.
An impromptu dinner-out between just the two of them also took place prior to the private dinner at home. For which her bitch offered its credit card to spare any expense that might be involved. Mistress mentioned that she had some plans to make with Richard, for their private dinner soon thereafter.
It was a lengthy date including an early dinner out. Her sissy maid happily did its cleaning chores while its betters were out enjoying themselves. It was required to message photo documentation of itself cleaning each of the toilets while semi-naked and caged. It imagined that she wanted to share the pics with her newfound friend and this was later confirmed.
Mistress Hayley is also a superior chef. So, when the private dinner date arrived, it was she who had cooked. But her sissy maid was appointed to serve the meal.
It was muffled with a gag which featured a penis-shaped silicon insert to stuff its throat while it was serving. But the gag was buckled in a bit loose so that the sissy could manage to swallow its saliva while working, rather than drooling all over the place. It was similarly outfitted to its recent presentation when they had all met, but with a skimpy maid's dress this time.
The dinner table was set for two. As Mistress Hayley and Richard settled in to enjoy the main course, the sissy was instructed to remove its penis-shaped muzzle and to practice deep throating with a larger 8" dildo, with no audible gagging on its part. Mistress did not like the sound of it gagging or retching. This while on its knees in the adjacent kitchen. Best to do that on an empty stomach anyway. Mistress often has it do this during dinner. She calls it "the cocksucker diet."
She was keen on her bitch taking cock in both of its holes. In part, because being penetrated while forbidden penetration on its own part, made its emasculation and long-term denial all the more impactful. And because its "sex life" was appropriately shifted from active to passive thereby. When it thinks of "sex" it never thinks of fucking or being sucked. But rather, it thinks of having to lick, suck or get fucked while being used like the masochist and inferior that it is. Its focus being the pleasure of its Owner and her peers and not its own. Including any rare occasion when its Mistress might wish to make use of the diminutive "penis" that she owns.
She requires the metaphorical castration of her dicklet carrier. While keeping the dicklet in near constant aching need. This is a form of contrition for the bitch, for its past pretense and privilege. Marking the fact that its faux masculinity has been permanently revoked.
Richard and Hayley's main course at dinner having been served and with a bottle of wine chilling on the table, their conversation rambled along cordially, this time for closer to an hour.
Now and then, if the sissy made the slightest noise as it was throat training in the kitchen, they would just pause, whisper and snicker to one another. Each time they paused their conversation; her bitch was afraid that they would be displeased and angry that it was throating too noisily. But they just found the sounds of its training entertaining.
