Object Of Desire 1

It was lying across the large pillow at one end of my cot, all six of its flat, faux-pearl buttons done up, the sleeves arranged down the side of the body. A cardigan, pale yellow, fluffy, cable stitched on the front and sleeves.

I had exactly ten minutes to pleasure myself with it. Whether I came or not, it didn't matter to her. It never did. But if I failed to, there were always consequences. Painful ones.

I took in its delightful appearance, admiring its gorgeous softness and essential femininity, felt my little cock engorge against the confines of the two-inch prison it lived in permanently.

I leant down, took a deep breath and bathed in its delicate wool scent, running my fingers over the fluffy knitted weave. I couldn't help but feel a little light-headed at its soft beauty.

I rose back up and reached for the 9-inch cock-shaped dildo on the small table to the side of the cot and placed a dollop of lube across its head, bent forward and inserted it into my sissy hole. Aided by years of use...and abuse...it slid in easily.

I shuffled forward a foot or so on my knees until the cardigan was right below me, then sat back on my haunches, letting the huge object fill me.

My clitty caged, my clitty hole with an appropriate object in it: this was the only way I ever came these days...if I came at all. But I could hardly complain, not when I was allowed little pleasures like this.

The usual three months of no-cum chastity: I was horny, to say the least. Despite the confinement around my clitty, I grabbed at the cage and started jerking it, setting off the tinkling of the three little bells on it.

With my other hand I reached behind and started pushing hard at the dildo base, forcing it higher and higher, my gaze the whole time on the fluffy gorgeousness in front of me.

Oh, I so wanted to fuck it! And I so wanted to run my fingers and hands over my clitty, feel the wetness of anticipation. The bells filled the small room with their tinny, discordant tinkling.

I lifted myself off my knees, a long dribble of pre-cum dropping from the tip of the pink plastic prison onto the cardigan below. I felt uncomfortable despoiling a fluffy sweater with my sissy mess, but Mistress enjoyed the sight of a cum-stained sweater; as she put it, it confirmed to her how pathetic my desires were. And so, I let the cum-dribble fall...

I knew she was watching me via the cameras in the room but quickly pushed that thought away: this was humiliating enough, without thinking about her cackling at my pitiful efforts at pleasuring myself with my 'object-of-desire'.

I gazed at the Minnie Mouse clock above the end of the cot: six minutes gone. My jerking increased, my pushing increased; I lent down again, running the tip of my nose over the pale fluffiness, taking in its sensual femininity. Oh...enchantment, delight! (If I didn't know better, I'd say I was in love -- ha!)

Mistress' voice boomed out of the speaker, jolting me out of my revelry. "Sissy-phyllis, pick up your fluffy girlfriend, wrap her around your clitty-cage and...fuck, fuck, fuck!" I blushed but obeyed without hesitation.

The cardigan shook furiously, muffling the sounds of the bells, but not completely: Mistress made it clear she expects to be able to hear them whenever I'm pleasuring myself like this.

I glanced again at the clock: two minutes to go. "Oh God." I jerked and shoved, jerked and shoved. "Please, let me cum, please!"

I didn't want another three months without cumming. Not to mention the severe caning I'd receive followed by having my sissy-clit coated in a fiery paste each night for the next week. All for failing to show "proper appreciation" towards my fluffy girlfriend, and towards Mistress for granting me the opportunity to pleasure myself.

A minute...no, no, please no...thirty seconds...and then, and then...I could feel the cum draining from my clitty; I was cumming...sissy orgasming...phew. I saw the patch forming on the yellow stitching.

I felt a wave of relief, if not quite pleasure, sweep through me. Not quite an explosion like days of yore, but at least I leaked properly. I leant back and smiled a little smile to myself.

"I take it you sissy-gasmed, sissy-phyllis."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, lucky you. Show me."

I lifted the cardigan away from the cage and held it up towards the camera at the end of the cot.

"Another pathetic spurt from a pathetic sissy. Cut it very fine this time, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me sissy-gasm."

"Yes, well, I might reduce the time I allow you to, mmm, perhaps five minutes next time. That would be fun now, wouldn't it, sissy-phyllis!?"

She must have caught the look of horror on my face and laughed. Of course I didn't question her, meekly answering, "If it pleases you, Mistress."

"We'll see. All right, lick up your mess then get back to your duties, quick smart."

"Yes, Mistress."

I placed the cardigan back down on the pillow and took in the wetness, briefly thinking how sad it was to despoil 'her' like this. I bent down, my tongue touching my mess. "At least it amuses Her..."