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Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 1 (revised)
Uncle Bill and his pals had used me pretty hard last night and most of this morning. I guess I made a pun, since there were plenty of hard cocks working away to loosen up my tight asshole and make face fucking me a much easier task. I have to admit that I just love to be the center of attraction, and I was still glowing from all the attention I'd gotten. They kept me securely restrained, although they didn't need to worry about me going anywhere, unless it was to suck a nice thick cock and gag myself silly or have my tight back door opened as far as the hinges would allow.
Occasionally the gang of guys would run out of sperm for me to absorb, and then it was fun and games time. Most of the fun time was spent in the bathroom seeing how much piss I could drink from the toilet or straight from the numerous cocks that stood ready to deliver the contents of the masters' full bladders. They gave me a couple of killer enemas that made my insides feel as if they were on fire. To make it even more fun a bung was jammed up my quivering ass and kept in place for nearly thirty minutes after each gigantic enema. Naturally that always brought up the question concerning one's ability to ejaculate while holding an enema. I was sorely tested, but alas was unable to fully answer that conundrum.
Enemas are one of my favorite ways to express myself, thanks to the efforts of my mother, the perfect mistress. I've been taking her special enemas ever since I started having erections. That originally was the punishment I'd get for becoming hard in her presence. I was a very late bloomer when it came to passing through puberty, my first erection spontaneously occurring a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday when I caught a glimpse of my mother leaving the shower. However, what was a horny sissy slut in the making to do when he had the chance to see a naked woman with 38DD tits and a vulva with the thickest patch of pubic hair one could ever hope in which to bury his face. I digress; bear with me. I do get carried away whenever I start reliving my earlier life with my perfect mistress.
When my companions could no longer pump me to the brim with their powerful streams of hot salty cum, they decided to give me a memento of this lovely occasion. I was hung by my wrists from a hook in the living room ceiling, installed for the expressed purpose that was to follow. My ankles were roped and pulled apart until I thought I'd split in two. Then they were anchored to ring bolts buried into the wooden floor. Normally rugs covered the bolts. Uncle Bill doesn't like an untidy home or one that is not in harmony.
I was then subjected to the cane, a four-foot length of bamboo that tapered down to the width of a pencil. To hear the whistling sound it made as it cut through the air on its way to my bare flesh was a challenge to my poise. In fact, for this session I was caned both front and back at the same time, requiring both of the canes that my uncle kept in his stockpile of whips. One of them took a turn on my tender ass cheeks, leaving a pattern of purple-ridged welts starting from the base of my spine and completely covering my swollen buttocks. The other started whipping my stomach and slowly worked down to just above my penis, which was fully erect after only a few welts had been tattooed onto my bare body. Then the bamboo took a leisurely journey across the insides of my taut thighs, eating away at this most tender area as my penis twitched from the pain and excitement of it all.
Traditionally the very last strokes of the canes are delivered to first my penis and then my scrotum, leaving me in breath-taking pain and at the same time usually producing a substantial ejaculation despite the excesses of the session. I was not disappointed, especially when the bamboo cane neatly cut my penis in half, almost instantly causing me to ejaculate, painful though it was, and then rapidly lose it's rigidity. In fact it became so limp that one of the men had to hold it out of the way so my scrotum could receive the final kiss from the cane. That blow made me retch up some bile and elicited a round of applause from the gang who had made me a very thoroughly thrashed and sexually satisfied pussy whipped sissy boy.
Afterwards I somehow wiggled my swollen bottom cheeks into my ultra brief bathing suit made of a Lycra and Spandex combination, the material tightly molding itself to my bruised penis and swollen testicles. I then pranced out from the house and made my mincing way down the beach to take in the salt sea air and possibly show off my package to anyone that might be interested in seeing my equipment. Although at twenty-two, I'm a bit old for some of the teens that sun bathe out here during the summer, it's still nice to get a smoldering look from one of those lolitas. I often fantasize at returning when these beauties have reached an age where they could appreciate a sissy slut such as myself begging them to dominate me in much the same fashion as my dear perfect mistress of a mother does these days.
Actually I was really hoping that those nice policemen who previously arrested me for indecent exposure would once more handcuff and take me in the trunk of their cruiser to a nice secluded spot where they would pump my tummy full of cum and force me to make love to their billy clubs once they were too spent to add any fresh creamy jizz to what was already percolating inside my swollen belly. I do so love a man in uniform, especially one with a big cock, and an even bigger billy club.
I was so busy having my fantasy that I almost stepped on the young lady lying on the towel. I was totally embarrassed at first, and then I took a good look at her. I was in love immediately. She was the image of some pictures I had in my possession of my perfect mistress when she was in her late teens. The only difference was this young lady wore one of the briefest bikinis I'd ever seen, while my pictures showed a stark naked, smiling goddess with black hair and fantastic, rounded breasts that appeared to conquer gravity, plus a vulva that was already covered with a thick patch of pubic hair. I was too stunned with this amazing resemblance to say anything. I must have looked silly to this beauty, my mouth open, and hands fluttering in shock at what I was beholding. Then she spoke and I knew she was the one.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You nearly stepped on my belly! Now I want you to shake out my towel and smooth it to just the way it was before you nearly trampled me under foot. I wish I had my riding crop with me! I'd sure make you pay for this misdeed."
I literally fell to my knees and groveled before this goddess, begging her forgiveness and promising to do anything to make up for my terrible breach of manners. All I received for my troubles was a kick in my ribs that hurt like fury. I moved away and continued to beg her forgiveness. She followed me angrily and landed a few more kicks to my body before stopping for breath.
"From the looks of those welts you must truly be a giant fuck-up. It sure looks as if someone has already taken a turn on your miserable body and not too long ago. Why don't you tell me how and why those marks were created. Perhaps that will amuse me to the point that I won't tell my dad, the chief of police, about your attack on my person."
At her words I nearly fainted. She in truth had the power of life and death over me. In my mind's eye I could see myself in some filthy cell hanging naked from the hook in the ceiling while a pair of big beefy policemen took turns beating my bare body with rubber hoses, making sure to concentrate on my swollen testicles, limp penis and kidneys when they weren't trying to crack my ribs or make me bring up some additional vomit from the blows that rained down on my belly and groin. Naturally she would be there with her riding crop, patiently waiting her turn once the pair of cops got tired of beating me to a pulp. I was brought back to earth by her exclamation about my penis, which had begun to harden as I dwelt on my fantasy. It was impossible to hide my penis from her gaze, so I turned my back to her and placed my hands over the stretched fabric of my suit.
"Get your hands away from your cock, turn around and put them on the top of your head. I want to get a good look at your equipment."
I complied immediately, part of me being eager to show this fantastic creature what I did have to offer in that area. I had gotten plenty of compliments last evening and this morning about my equipment from men who knew a thing or two about a male's genitals and what they should look like. My captor added her comments to the mix.
"You are definitely well hung. I wonder if you know what to do with that kind of equipment. On second thought, are you interested in making amends for your bad behavior by pleasuring me with your mouth and tongue?"
I nodded so hard, my hair became tousled, which made her laugh.
"Dad's away until late this afternoon, so we have all day for you to make me forget about this terrible event. Now pick up my towel and carry my bag as well. We'll be going in that direction."
As she spoke she pointed down the shoreline to a house situated on a small knoll.
"One thing you can count on is that I'll be adding to those welts you have. For your sake I hope your pussy eating skills are top drawer or it will go even harder on you. I may invite a few of my girlfriends to assist me in your punishment. How would you like to have to service some rather large, young women who are not that favorably inclined towards members of the male population? If all else fails, I shall have you stay until my father returns and then you will know what suffering is all about. He'll probably beat you to a pulp and have you arrested for attempted rape. You will not like what ensues after that."
As she described all the neat and nasty things she had planned for me, my cock just got bigger and bigger until it was so painful I had to pull down my suit to let it out. My goddess thought that was funny and insisted that I take my suit off completely and stuff it in my mouth for the rest of the walk. As we plowed forward, she reached over and began to milk my super stiff penis with practiced skill. It only took a minute or so before she had me spurting a big stream of surprisingly thick cum out onto the sand.
"That little breach of decorum is going to earn you more than just a few cuts from my riding crop. In fact I think I'm going to get dad's rubber truncheon and use it on that undisciplined penis of yours until it behaves the way I want."
I thought I would swoon at the prospect of standing helpless, perhaps with her friends gathered around as well, while she corrected my stubborn penis with blow after blow from her dad's trusty truncheon. Perhaps she'd even let her friends have a turn when her arm got tired. I could just see the beefy young women wielding it like a feather as they smashed it into my scrotum and across my still stiff penis as I stared at the bare breasts of my new perfect mistress as she urged them to strike me even harder.
We finally reached the house, which was much larger than I had originally thought. It looked as if a portion had been added to it well after its original construction. It seemed like quite a bit of space for my captor and her father. I don't know why I assumed her mother did not occupy the premises. It turned out that my surmise was an accurate one. She ordered me to stay in the alcove while she got some things. I shivered from a combination of the coolness of the house and the thought of what type of punishment lay before me.
It was some time before she reappeared wearing a fluffy, white robe that somewhat softened her persona for the moment. She made me turn so she could put me in handcuffs. She seemed to know what she was doing, making sure that the cuffs were ratcheted down until I winced, then clucking happily at my reaction. At this point I began to be concerned at what my uncle's reaction might be once he realized I had not returned from my walk on the beach. I brought this matter up to my hostess and received a slap across the face as her reply.
"The worst that can happen is that he'll go to the local authorities and they'll begin a search of sorts. Of course you'll not be found until I wish you to be. Perhaps if you're not capable of being housebroken, you'll be here when my dad arrives. Of course I'll be quite tearful about your crude behavior and you can be sure that he will act accordingly. My father will ignore anything you say, that's one of his best characteristics. He knows what would happen if he didn't."
Her tone of voice led me to assume that she held some power over him, perhaps almost as great as the hold she already had on me. Then she told me something that elevated her even further in my eyes.
"My dad and I have been lovers ever since I celebrated my thirteenth birthday, which was shortly after my wanton mother left him for another man. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for me. Let me be very candid with you, there are places around here where a body will never be found, even if people knew the general vicinity in which it had been hidden."
It is funny how one reacts when faced with the kind of revelation she had just provided. In my case, my penis, which had been rock hard and truly unruly, was now flaccid. Even trying to recall the sight of this goddess in that briefest of bikinis was not sufficient to rouse my penis from the coma into which it had fallen.
Things got a whole lot worse when she casually remarked that she had called some of her close girlfriends and they would be over shortly to assist her in making certain that I'd never, ever commit the type of insult to her person that I did this morning on the beach.
Then she grinned mischievously and announced that she had already been in contact with her father, bringing him up to date on the incident that brought me to this place. He in turn had informed her that I was visiting Mr. William Collier, the most influential man in the area, and would be staying with him all summer. To add fuel to the fire, he also knew of my little run-in with some members of his department. In fact he seemed to know all of the gory details about exactly what had transpired, and now she did as well. I wondered what would become of me now that she knew everything of consequence.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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