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Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut - Chapter 4
I could not help comparing this half naked creature of the sea to my perfect mistress and mother who I dearly missed despite all the attention I had been receiving since my arrival at the island. The look on her face was haughty as befitting one of her stature. She advanced towards me, but stopped perhaps six feet from where I stood, transfixed by the aura of power that radiated from her well-toned body.
"Remove that silly robe so I can gauge what you have brought into my home. I trust this one will have more spunk and character than the others you have tried to foist off as creatures worthy of my time...Well, well, well! What do we have here? I'll give this one credit for impertinence and a minimum of good taste when it comes to his betters. Tell me I'm correct in assuming that his member does respond to discipline, but not with any degree of regularity."
I stood there naked and restrained, unable to control that rampant length of gristle that had once more betrayed me before my superiors. Despite the weight hanging from my scrotum and the long, tiring trek across the sand, my other self was glorying in the company of these two female beings. I knew that there would be a penalty to be paid for my display of cheekiness, but it would be well worth the pain and suffering to be in their company for what would be only a brief period of time.
Mistress Martina was quite upset with my behavior and vowed to make me wish I had never been born as a male. To my astonishment the other goddess took the position that like most dumb animals I was incapable of being disciplined properly until made to understand what caused me to behave in that way. Then she addressed a question to me, much to the shock of her daughter.
"Tell me, my well hung creature, exactly what was your dear mother's reaction to that unruly appendage when it first arose, in more ways than one I might add."
I was caught totally off guard by her piercing question that went to the heart of the matter. From the corner of my eye I could see the look of surprise on Mistress Martina's face. Obviously the blonde Amazon had been raised by this other goddess in an environment that must have been almost free of the male presence, except perhaps in some menial position that depended more on brute strength than intelligence. Those green eyes began to flash, a prelude to anger, at my failure to respond. So taking a deep breath, I launched into an exposition of my early experiences with my perfect mistress.
My face grew flushed as I described the first time I ever saw her naked and what that event created in my psyche. The woman nodded her head as I described my confusion and the realization that my sex organ was an entity that seemed to be independent and uncontrollable. Mistress Martina snorted derisively, but a quick frown from her mother silenced her immediately. From there it was relatively easy to describe the technique that my perfect mistress utilized to bring that fractious beast to heel. It was a lot more difficult to confess that I began to look forward to those discipling sessions that gave me the opportunty to actually make physical contact with my mother's bare flesh as she adminstered one of those scalding or freezing irrigations that demonstrated a power, albeit a temporary one, over that creature that lived in my sex organ.
Unfortunately the creature was never vanquished completely; it was always lurking , waiting for another chance to view my perfect mistress in her unclothed glory. For reasons that I could never understand, mother presented the beast with many opportunities and it always reacted in the same fashion, leading to another series of irrigations to send it back into hiding until her next unveiling. Things almost reached a solution during the summer of my sixteenth year when mother's sister and niece, a girl my age, spent the better part of a month visiting. Naturally there were discussions about my behavior and various methods to rid me of the creature were initiated to no avail.
The upshot of these deliberations was that mother gave her sister and niece carte blanche to attempt any reasonable method for totally eliminating the creature from its control over my sex organ. Day after day I was securely bound to a narrow bed in the guest room occupied in principle by my aunt and her daughter. Rarely was I left to myself. My cousin, Miranda, was fascinated by my penis and its ability to recovery quickly from one spending after another induced by her firm hand. Aunt Linda would look in on us often, joining with her daughter to keep the pressure on the creature in hopes that the demon would leave my body. Of interest the creature seemed to be much more responsive to the efforts of my cousin.
There were times when my penis was so sore and my poor testicles so swollen from the unending demands on them that it appeared as if the creature had been vanquished. It was then that mother would enter and test me by undressing so I could see her naked body. No matter how many times they had milked me to completion, the sight of my most perfect mistress displaying her magnificent breasts and that covering of thick pubic hair guarding her most intimate region would immediately cause my exhausted sex organ to find the energy to regain its rigidity, bringing on a furious new assault by my angry, outraged tormentors.
It was Miranda, probably wth the blessing of her mother and my own perfect mistress, who initiated me into the mysteries of heterosexual intercourse. At first I was reluctant to engage in such a betrayal of my mistress, perhaps mostly out of fear of the unknown. However Miranda was insistent and one afternoon after a lengthy session of forced ejaculations that left me on the verge of exhaustion, she took command of me to the point that we engaged in sexual intercourse. In my depleted state it was a rather lengthy coupling which I found most enjoyable after a time. I had to admit that I was not adverse to the sight of Miranda's naked body in concert with the delightful friction her clasping vagina caused to my penis. This in turn lead to me recovering sufficiently to generate a weak, watery discharge that splattered onto my heaving belly, as her tight fist pumped my sex organ until it grew limp.
I remained in this flaccid state for the better part of an hour. My aunt and mother were invited to view the results of the sexual union between Miranda and myself. Initially they were delighted at the state of my usually rampant appendage. However a few minutes after their visit, I began to show signs of reviving. Miranda mounted me once more and rode me to another ejaculation, being very careful to remove my penis just before it spurted a rather healthy amount of sperm in a trail from my groin to my chest. This time she scooped the hot, sticky material up and fed me every drop. It was astonishing in its texture and extremely salty taste.
From then on until Miranda and her mother took their leave, I ingested huge amounts of my sperm, often in my perfect mistress' presence. She had begun witnessing me and Miranda having intercourse and seemed to enjoy watching my rigid member penetrating Miranda's vagina with vigor and enthusiasm. To my amazement she took to disrobing while Miranda and I were copulating, which made my erections and ardor even stronger, but alas shortened the period in which I was capable of performing. Quite often Miranda barely pulled my spurting sex organ from her tight vagina, getting dollops of it on her hands and arms, and once onto her full, firm breasts, much to her distaste.
Since my aunt Linda chose not to share the room with her daughter, having found much more inviting quarters elsewhere, Miranda and I could have sexual relations around the clock and so we did, except when my perfect mistress decided to give me an irrigation, more for her own amusement than any other reason . Her sister always participated in these events and manipulated my penis steadily as I was filled to near bursting by steaming or icy cold enemas that on occasion were doubled, creating cramps that made me feel as if my stomach and bowels were on the verge of exploding. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and so it was with the visit of aunt Linda and her daughter, Miranda.
The green-eyed goddess waved her hand,a sign for me to cease my tale. She approached until I could smell the scent of the ocean from her body.If anything my unruly penis increased in size from her proximity. A small smile broke her stern visage, then she asked the one question, whose answer sealed my fate for the next three days and nights.
"Has your perfect mistress trained you in the art of cunnilingus?"
I blinked back the tears that formed as I remember my frustration at never being allowed to use my tongue to worship my mother's bare body. That was forbidden! Her most intimate region was shut to my efforts and only made available to very close friends of her sex, which naturally included aunt Linda and might now also be welcoming Miranda as well. I felt as if I had been driven from the garden of Eden, when the realization of that gulf between the sexes was made known to me in no uncertain terms. Sex between mother and son was taboo in her household. I found it unfathomable to understand the reason for such a law, but in truth it existed.
She looked toward her daughter and smiled wolfishly. Mistress Martina shared her glee. I awaited my fate. The woman crooked her finger and bade me follow her into another room of the house, leaving my escort to her own devices. Once we entered,she turned and said:
"You arrival couldn't have been timed any better. I've just returned from my swim and other things and rather than shower, I think it would make a great deal of sense if you were to use that wagging tongue of yours for something better than telling tales about your famly."
With that she removed her bathing suit to reveal her glorious naked body. I nearly swooned at the sight of such firm flesh. Her breasts were large, rounded and seemed to be unphased by gravity. Her vulva was as bald as a child's, featuring a set of lips that were thick and bloated with blood. Poking from the top of her entrance was a fat nubbin of flesh that I knew to be her clitoris, the seat of sexual excitment. Her body was well muscled like an athlete, exuding strength and power that made my knees grow weak. I feared that perhaps she might overwhelm my adoration for Mistress Marci before these three days and nights passed. This was a woman in full bloom like my perfect mistress, one that might even have sex with me if I merited such a gift. The conflicting urges inside my mind made it feel as if there were warring armies battling on the territory of my flesh itself.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)
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