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Larry's Lost Manhood(fem/dom), Part Two
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Larry's Lost Manhood
Part II
Larry's thoughts of the past were abruptly broken as the closet door swung
open again. His mistress, silhouetted against the flickering candle light
appeared more stunning and captivating than he had ever remembered seeing her.
Larry had no idea how long he had been bound in the darken closet. The pain,
the desires, the fantasies, the humiliation, all melted into a blur in which
reality was left behind.
"Does my little slave/toy still remember what he is and what he needs?" His
mistress inquired chuckling.
"I'm a queer and I need cock." Larry replied without hesitation in a high
pitched womanlike feminine voice.
"Oh, that's so good. It pleases your mistress that her slave is beginning to
learn what he is and what he needs?"
She said patting and musing his hair. She untied the dildo from the nylon
string which had held it in front of her slaves face.
"Would you like to clean this or would you like to be entered with it?" His
wife sweetly ask touching the rubber penis to his lips.
"Both" pleaded her slave in a little girls voice.
His mistress shook with laughter. "Oh so my little slut queer wants it all,
huh? Well here." She touched the dildo to the tip of his dripping penis.
Larry shivered with delight.
"What's the matter slave, did that hurt you?" ask his mistress coyly.
"No. NO. Oh, no. Its been so long since you've touched me down there. I
forgot how good it feel to be handled and fondled down there.
"Well, that touch was for neither my pleasure nor for yours. I was merely
lubricating the penis which is about to enter you. I was showing you kindness
slave by lubricating this dildo with your own slime, to ease the penetration
of your bowels. It was not a sexual caress."
Laughing his mistress bent over, wiping the end of the dildo in the pool of
pre-cum which had dripped from Larry's swollen cock to the floor, forming a
sticky pool. She took a finger and wiped the slippery fluid around the tip
and shaft of the artificial penis. When she finished coating the dildo she
wiped the remaining cum left on her finger around and into her slave asshole.
Larry moaned with anticipation and genuine desire at the feel of her finger at
his anal opening.
"An what do you want now, slave?" His wife/mistress commanded.
"To be entered. I need to be entered. Please enter me. Please. Please
Mistress enter me and fuck me pleaseeee."
With one brutal thrust, Larry's mistress shoved the huge rubber member into
her slave's ass.
"Ahhhh. Oh, yes. That's what I needed. Oh, fuck me mistress. Fuck me. Oh,
it so good. Soooo gooood. I need more." Larry cried out lustfully.
Without tenderness, Larry's mistress gave him what he had begged for, a hard
brutal ass-fucking. She rammed the fake penis in and out of his widely
stretched anus, as tears of shame and passion trickled down her slaves cheeks.
She watched her helpless slave flush with arousal. She listened to his
breathing become shallow and rapid. She observed his eyes squeeze tight with
expectancy. She noted his buttocks tighten with concentration on the dildo,
trying to keep it inside his ass.
She saw the change. His writhing, trusting body was stilled. He had quit
breathing. A low groan was slowly rising to his throat. Her slave was on the
very verge of his climax. One more thrust of the dildo and he would fill the
closet with screams of orgasmic delight.
Immediately his mistress pulled the dildo out until the very tip was griped by
his anal mouth. She held it perfectly still not moving it at all. She was
not ready to let her slave cum yet. He needed to learn what it really meant
to want. He didn't deserve an orgasm yet.
"What's the matter, slave?" His mistress quipped. As she slowly slid the
phallus to it's deepest within Larry ass she whispered with a voice of cold
sarcasm. "Oh, its so sad we have to stop now. We were having so much fun!"
Larry began to tremble, his ragged breath came to him in gulp's and gasp's.
His whole body quivered with denial, he collapsed forward. He could only look
over his shoulder with pleading, tear-filled eyes at his mistress.
With one hand holding the dildo buried deeply in Larry's ass, his mistress
reached down and picked up the leather chastity belt which he had worn
throughout the day. She wrapped the belt around his waist and snapped it shut
as she ordered.
"Up, Slave! And grip the dildo with the muscles of your asshole, if it falls
out you will be whipped."
Larry obeyed instantly.
His mistress walked in front of her helpless slave. She pulled the strap from
the back of the belt down the crack of his ass, cross the end of the dildo,
between his spread legs. She then slipped his erect and throbbing penis and
his testicles into the leather pouch attached to the strap. She then
connected this strap to the front of the chastity belt. This re-secured the
slave's penis in its proper place and imprisoned his cock and balls. Next she
re-attached the other two straps.
These other two straps were adjustable and connected to the sides of the penis
pouch and to the center strap at his ass near the embedded dildo. These side
straps ran around each of his thighs and buckled, to insure the entire
apparatus would remain secure. The belt and all straps employed suit-case
style locks to prevent Larry from removing the device after it had been locked
in place.
Larry's mistress wrapped her arms around her bound slave and passionately
kissed him as she stroked his shaved velvety body. After several long moments
she pulled back.
"You feel so good ... for a queer. Its too bad that you can't please me
sexually like a man," his mistress sighed.
Larry's face turned red with embarrassment and shame as he replied, "I'm sorry
beautiful mistress."
"I need to be please by a man tonight, not just by a whimp slave with a short
sticky tongue," she said coldly as she stared into his eyes.
"Please let me try to please you," pleaded and implored her slave.
"You have tried before and you just can't. You please me like another woman
would try, but you can't please me like a real man," his mistress snapped in
disgust.
"I'm sorry, truly mistress, I am sorry. I would love to please you with my
cock if you would allow me to." Larry spoke, praying that his mistress would
consent and grant him permission to have intercourse with her.
"I don't believe you. I'll give you a choice right now! Please me like a real
man. All you will have to do is renounce being my slave. The choice is
yours, CHOOSE!"
"You mean in order for me to please and fuck you now. I will have to give up
being your slave," Larry mumbled.
"That's what I said. Give up slavery forever and please me like a man or
remain my slave and never complain or protest in any way when I am pleasured
and fucked by another man."
Larry did not answer. The answer was obvious, the die had already been cast.
The role of slave was no longer an option that Larry could choose to take or
leave. He was slave to his wife and would remain such for life.
"I asked you a question, slave," she demanded. "What do you choose? To
become a man again or to remain my whimp slave for life."
Larry began to tremble and quiver as tears came into his eyes. Lowering his
head he sobbed "I choose to remain you slave, mistress."
"And what are you forcing your mistress to do when she needs a real man to
please her?," his wife taunted.
"Oh, mistress, No! Please don't make me answer that question."
Larry's wife reached behind her and picked up a short, stiff riding crop from
its hook on the wall. "Yes, answer me slave. What are you forcing your
mistress to do?"
"I am forcing her to find another man who will please her," Larry mumbled with
his head still lowered.
WHACK! A powerful blow of the crop slashed across Larry's chest, leaving a
purplish scarlet line just below his right nipple.
"I want you to beg me to go out and find a real man to fuck me," his wife
screamed.
Larry's body shuddered involuntarily and he seemed to falter and hesitate
before he could replying.
WHACK! Another deep welt began to grown on the left side of his chest.
"Tell me again slave, and this time I want you to really mean it."
"Please, mistress. Please find a man to satisfy your needs. Please find a
man who will fuck you and ensure your feminine desires are fulfilled," Larry
cried out.
In a soft, gentle and loving voice. Larry's mistress raised his head and
looked deep into his eyes and asked. "Why? Why do I have to find another man
to please me? Why can't you please me like I need to be pleased?"
With tears streaming down his cheeks. Larry blubbered that he couldn't please
her like a man because he had given up his manhood to become her slave. He
told her that he was her slave for life and that the most important thing in
his life was that his mistress be completely pleased and satisfied. He told
her it was important that her needs and desires never be denied. Be they
sexual or other wise.
Larry's mistress smiled broadly. The excitement of once again seeing her
slave submit made her want to humiliate him more than ever before.
"Since you are making me seek satisfaction from another man, I think its only
fair that you watch him fuck me. Don't you?"
Deliberately leaving the closet door open for her slave to watch, she stepped
back into the candle lit room and slipped off her back satin robe. She stood
before the bedroom's floor length mirror dressed in only her black, spiked
high heels. With her back to her slave she began to assume various poses
before the mirror, admiring her gorgeous form, and pretending not to notice
the refection of her slave's hungry horny stare.
She casually pick up a bottle of body lotion. Pouring a palm full of the
sweet smelling mixture she erotically rubbed it into her firm breast. A long,
low moan could be heard in the closet. Turning Larry's mistress gave him a
good view of her perfect breast as she reach for and took a sip of white wine
from the glass, which was setting on a near by table.
Returning to the mirror she again began to caress her own breasts. Pressing
her palms against her titties, she massage them sensuously with slow circular
motions. She opened her fingers to allow her nipples to protrude and then
tightened her fingers to squeeze the nipples between her fingers.
In the closet, her slave was beside himself with aroused passion and pain as
he watched the reflection of his mistress in the candlelight. He longed to
caress her firm, full breasts and gently suck her hardened erect nipples into
his mouth. He ached to feel the velvet softness of her skin and smell her
sweet fragrance. In his pain and humiliation, he told himself that he was not
worthy of this love-goddess. In silent awe, he worshipped his mistress.
Larry's wife squirmed with lustful passion in front of the mirror. Her left
hand stayed at her left breast while her right worked its way down to her
lovely pubic mound. She ran her finger through the silky down that cover her
venus mound.
Gently she spread her vagina lips and wet her index finger with her abundant
and copious flowing pussy juices. Keeping the top of her pussy lips spread
open she hesitantly touched her sensitive clitoris. Her clit was fully erect
and she could not suppress the moan that escaped her lips. She wet her finger
again and began to make circles around her love button as she began to
squeezed her life nipple between the thumb and first finger of her left hand.
Larry watched as her finger glisten with wetness from her dripping pussy
juices and her nipples turn red from being pinched and pulled. He watched her
eyes drift closed and her hips begin to sway and rotate to the beat of her own
internal rhythm. She slipped two fingers into her cunt hole and began to
finger herself as she used her thumb to massage her clit.
Her head fell back and her lips began to move as she silently pleaded for
orgasmic release from her invisible lover. Then she became very still except
for the frantic movements of her finger on her clitoris. A slow, deep growl
escaped her mouth. She suddenly went rigid, not moving at all not even
breathing. Then she emitted a long, deep sigh and after several moments of
blissful rest, she reached for and took a sip of her wine. She did not even
look again or speak to her bound tied up slave in the closet.
Silently she walked to her dresser and pull out a black lace garter belt. She
hooked it on and adjusted it into position just above her shapely hips. Next
she pulled from the drawer a pair of sheer black silk stockings. She kicked
off her spiked heels and sensuously pulled a stocking up each leg.
Larry watched worshipfully from the closet. He felt deeply hurt that she was
dressing so sexually for the pleasure of another man. Larry remembered his
own inability to give up being his wife's slave and the feelings of inadequacy
and powerlessness made him feel even less worthy of this beautiful female
dressing before his very eyes.
After fastening each stocking on the garters, Larry's wife walked to the
closet and brushed past her bound slave. She reached for her favorite and
most sexiest and most risque dress.
It was the dress that provoked and aroused the wildest amorous passion in
Larry every time she put it on. Just see her in this dress gave Larry the
hots and made his cock harden instantly. The upper portion fit skin tight and
laced up the front like a corset and displayed the cleavage of bosom in all
their glory. The lower portion hugged her hips and then cascaded freely down
her legs to mid thigh. The dress was split up the sides from its hem to the
top of her stocking. If she walked a certain way you could easily glimpse a
peep of her stocking tops and the lace of her garters. The material was black
velvet which Larry found very erotic and sensualistic and exciting and very
exhilarating to the touch.
Horny lust and despair welled up in Larry as his wife slid into the dress and
tightly laced the corset top. He had never seen her look more alluring or
beautiful. But he knew as he watched, that this time she was not dressing for
him.
Finishing with her dress Larry's mistress moved to the mirror again and
admired herself. She took another long drink from her glass of wine and sat
down at her dressing table to apply her makeup.
She put mascara and eye liner on, as Larry looked on from within the closet
and thought. She doesn't need that stuff. She the most beautiful, sexy
female on earth and I'm privileged to serve as her slave. As she applied a
coat of lip gloss to finish a flawless job. Larry admitted that the
cosmetic's heightened and enhanced her natural beauty. Her sexy bedroom eyes
sparkled naughtily and now her sensual pouting mouth look so kissable it was
beyond belief.
His wife was in the process of putting away her makeup when she suddenly
stopped and look at Larry. This was the first time she had looked directly at
her slave since she had put the chastity belt on him.
"I know what you need, slave," she said teasingly. "You need some makeup.
Your eyes need that look that says 'FUCK ME!' and your lips and mouth must beg
to give blow jobs."
She walked over to her slave and carefully applied a heavy coat of eye liner
and mascara to his face. Then she sloppily coated his lips with bright red
lipstick. In a few minutes she stepped back to admire her handy work.
Larry looked quickly into the bedroom at the mirror and could not believe how
he now look. His wife caressed his cheek, and Larry quickly glanced back at
his wife/mistress.
"Yes, that's better. Tomorrow you will learn how to apply your own makeup.
Now you look more like the wanton slut you've become. Soon ..., my little
queer slut, I'll be able to sit at home while you go out and find me a real
man to fuck. You will bring him home for me and, if you're lucky and very
docile, obedient and submissive, we'll allow you permission to suck his cock
clean after he's finished fucking and pleasuring me. I'll bet you're ready to
do that now!"
She laughed, turned and slammed the door in Larry's face.
Again Larry's world was shrouded in darkness. His cock pulsed and throbbed
with pain at not having achieved orgasm. His whole body ached and merged with
the distress and pain he felt in his testicles. His nuts were so full of
sperm that every breath he took made it feel if they were going to burst, the
pressure was so intense. But the pain that hurt Larry the most was the vision
of his lovely wife being loved by another man. In his mind's eye he could see
him fucking and pleasure his wife in ways that he was denied.
Larry's mind began to drift back in time again. This time to his second
wedding anniversary. Back to when his beautiful and attractive mistress/wife
first took sexual pleasure from another man. When his mistress taught her
slave that she could never be fully or completely satisfied by a sissified
whimpy husband.X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X
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