Editor's Note: this story contains transgender content.
Cecil squirmed on the bed as the cute little lingerie princess stroked his straining cock with her glitter nails.
"So you think you want to go into chastity, Cecil?" Mistress Impulse said, giggling.
"Y-yes. I love our teasing sessions, Impulse, but I think it would be more exciting if I had to go between visits locked up."
"Cause you prob'ly wank it every night, right? And in the bathrooms at work?"
Cecil squirmed in his restraints. She knew him so well. It didn't make sense. Impulse was a third of his age, and not terribly bright, but so intuitive.
"I do key holder stuff, don't get me wrong, Cecil. But it's a little bit more expensive than just letting me wank you off now and then."
"I understand, Impulse. God, you're beautiful. Look at your hair, it rides on your little white shoulders, and your eyes are gray-green skies--"
"You talk so pretty, Cecil." Impulse said with a smile. "My boyfriend Lugnuts, he don't say nothing about my eyes, just my titties."
"Yes, those are remarkable too. I love kissing them. Lugnuts doesn't sound very sensitive."
"Right, but Lug don't have premature ejaculation problems or a tiny little worm like you got, no offense Cecil."
Impulse was gratified as she saw a tiny tear roll down Cecil's chubby cheek. He always looked betrayed when she said the wrong thing.
Two weeks ago, when she'd made Cecil suck Lug's dick while he was tied spread-eagled, (just for a change, y'know?") he'd been positively sobbing.
This gig paid good, though. Much better than the shampoo girl job, and it really beat the dime store.
This was more fun, being Mistress Impulse instead of Thelma Beth Stignatowski...oh yeah.
Impulse ran her fingers around Cecil's swelling shaft, and she licked her glossy lips at him, leaning forward just as if she was going to suck him off, but of course pulling away.
"Do you really want to do the fantasy thing, where I put makeup on you and you become Cecile, and suck five dicks in return for me lettin' you cum?"
Cecil's penis hardened to granite in Impulse's tiny white hand. She stroked more slowly.
"Well, that's a...fantasy...of mine."
Cecil, until I introduced you to Lugnuts, you never sucked one before, did ya?"
Impulse's long nails tickled the underside, and he watched, hypnotized as she scraped it up and down.
"I...I did once when I was in the Peace Corps."
"You might be queer."
"No, it's a humiliation and subjugation thing. I get dressed up in whore outfits and become your slut, and bring you back money for sucking men off."
Just thinking about it was making him so, so aroused. It was almost as arousing as just watching her, as Impulse now was rubbing her panty clad twat over his dick. Would she give in and fuck him?
"You might not like this as much as you think..."
"I know, like I said, it's a fantasy, Impulse, but I have the desires."
"Well, I have a little cage for your wiener, I got it last week. I actually measured you."
*****
"So how did your two weeks go?"
"I'm so horny, Impulse."
"I bet you are!"