My little sissy came over to play. It was the first time I got to see her en femme, and she’s just as adorable dressed femininely as she is dressed as a man.
I took her into the bedroom, and immediately wanted to devour her. My desire and lust have been through the fucking roof lately, and I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I bent her over the bed, hiked up her mini-skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and pushed the tip of a finger into her dry. She was so warm, so tight, so inviting. That ache in me was getting almost unbearable.
I groped her, running my hands all over her hips, thighs, waist, stomach, ribs, everything. I rubbed her little dick, teasing and playing.
Then, I pulled her panties and her fishnets down, reached over to the pump of lube on top of my dresser, lubed up three fingers, and shoved them into her. Her adorable little breathless moans did nothing but fuel that ache, fuel my desire, and amp up my sadism to ridiculous levels.
I originally had a general sort of “plan” for what I wanted to while she was here, but all of that went out the window once my Domspace kicked in and the sadistic side of me came out to play. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to gasp and moan and writhe in pain.
I tend to get what I want. But still, this was my first time playing with her, and I really do prefer to keep things a little bit more mild the first time or two. She told me she used to be a hardcore masochist (like being-suspended-from-hooks-stuck-into-the-flesh-of-her-back hardcore… like goddamn) but that she’d kind of gotten away from that. So I didn’t know where she stood as far as being hurt. I decided I’d satisfy my sadistic urge, but I’d go just a little easy on her as well.
So I told her to take off her shoes, take off the skirt and panties, and lie down on the bed. I tied her wrists down, blindfolded her, and grabbed a few of my “insertables.”
I started with the smallest first, as I always do, although in her case, I knew just from fingering her that she probably would’ve been able to take my strap-on without needing to be worked up to it. I slid the vibe inside her and grabbed my Wartenburg Wheel, pressing it hard against her skin and running it up and down her ribs, inner thighs, balls, and dick.
She was gasping and squirming so deliciously. And when I reached down to turn the vibe on, I damn near came right then from her reaction. I fucked her with it for a few moments, loving the soft, shivering noises she made.
Then I pulled out my bag of clothespins. They’re just crappy little plastic ones that don’t have a lot of bite to them, but they’d work for what I wanted.
Starting at the head of her dick, I began clipping them on her, working my way down her shaft and to her balls. By the time I was done, she had 34 of them on her, and was rock hard and dripping like crazy. So I rubbed her head with my fingertip while the vibe whirred away inside her, eliciting lots of fantastic moaning, trembling, and squirming.
Which was fucking awesome.
Finally, I started taking them off, pulling them one by one. They don’t have a lot of bite, but they have enough to hurt when being pulled off.
But my sadism wasn’t satisfied. I took the vibe out of her and replaced it with my strap-on, which she took easily. Too easily.
So I have this plug. I bought it for that night, but never got around to using it. And it’s so big, I would probably end up breaking someone (and not in the good way) if I had tried to use it on any of the anal virgins I’d played with most recently. So it’s been lying, lonely and neglected, in the bottom of my toy bag.
I took it out and lubed it up.
And I’ve got to hand it to her. She was a trooper. She ended up not being able to take the whole thing (and I tried for awhile), but she got damn close. Closer than I thought she’d be able to. And seriously, she’s fucking adorable when she’s in pain. It fueled my desire even more, and made me push her even harder to take more and more of it. She squirmed, she writhed, she would push herself up higher on the bed, trying to get away from me.
Then, I decided to take pity on her, and stopped pushing. The way she was lying on the bed, I could leave it halfway inside her, and the bed kept it from coming out. So I grabbed my trusty Thunderstick and pressed it against her dick, turning it on and letting her enjoy it for a minute. She started squirming again, fucking herself on the plug, pushing it deeper and deeper inside her.
But the thing I love most about the Thunderstick is that it can be so nice, but it can be so very mean…
The Hitachi doesn’t hold a candle to it. I’ve made people scream from it. Hell, even I can barely handle it turned up just over halfway. The highest setting is downright fucking evil, and I’m convinced it was designed specifically to use to torment bound subs who can’t get away.
Sissy got a taste of that. I’d already kind of tortured the hell out of her, so I didn’t hold the wand against her for more than a couple of seconds before turning it back down to the nice, sweet, friendly settings.
And then, I wanted to fuck her. I buckled into my strap-on, untied her, took the plug out of her, and bent her over the bed once again. I fucked her for a moment before telling her to play with herself. I wanted her to cum with me inside her.
I grabbed her by her hips, pounding against her, pulling her back against me with every thrust. She’s about my height, but so slender and little, and she sounds so lovely when she’s being fucked. It didn’t take her long to cum, and didn’t take me long to figure out that she’s insanely sensitive after cumming, which you know I took advantage of.
But then, finally, I let her go and let her get dressed. We chatted for a few minutes, and then she surprised me again by grabbing a small book out of her purse and handing it to me.
During our first meeting, we discovered that we’re both fans of Luis Royo, but that I don’t actually own any of his stuff. So she got me one of his sketchbooks to – as she put it – start my collection (happy squeal).
Seriously… Future subs, she’s ruining it for all y’all. Tough fucking act to follow.
So I sent her on her way, and cannot wait to see her again. Now I know that she’s a lot of fun both to talk to and to do wicked, awful things to. I think I’m definitely going to enjoy my new toy.