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Larry's Lost Manhood
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LARRY'S LOST MANHOOD
Larry stood awkwardly in his wife's walk-in closet. His wrist and hands were
numb. His arms were aching from being stretched cruelly upward through the
pulley attach to the ceiling and running down to his handcuffs. His legs were
stretched unnaturally far apart and fastened to the closet wall on each side
of the small room.
He could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood floor just outside the
door. Suddenly the door swung open, exploding Larry's darkened world in a
blazed of color. Blinking to focus his eyes Larry gazed in worship at this
beautiful wife/mistress. This gorgeous creature he had dedicated the rest of
his life to serving and pleasing had on a short back satin robe and black
spiked high heels.
In awe of this beautiful female Larry momentarily forgot about the dildo
buried deep in his ass, the life-like, flesh color, veined replica of a cock
that his dominant wife used to remind him of his servitude and inferiority.
"SLAVE"
As his wife spoke that word, Larry trembled instinctively.
Her blond hair shimmered. Her feminine shape silhouetted by the flickering
candle light which highlighted her soft skin in the darkened room.
"Are you behaving yourself? You haven't been touching yourself again, have
you?" she asked with feigned concern.
Larry tried in vain to speak through his gag, but could only make grabbed,
grunting sounds.
"You are showing great disrespect in not answering your mistress and will be
punished severely!"
Reaching behind his head she removed the gag saying. "My, my your jaws must
be sore from wearing this nasty thing for so long. Does your mouth hurt?"
"Yes mistress, but I love you."
Larry's wife tilted back his head with her left hand then slowly raised her
right. SMACK! Swiftly she slapped her defenseless slave across his aching
mouth.
"You are such a ungrateful and forgetful slave. When will you every learn to
never complain to your mistress. Slaves have no right to complain about
anything much less the discipline they deserve."
"I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me."
"I will forgive you, but first you must be punished and punished severely."
"Yes mistress, I deserve to be punished."
Walking out of the closet she picked up a tall wine glass from the bedroom
table. The glass was filled to the brim with her own still warn urine.
Returning she held the glass to his lips. "You must take this warn drink and
savor it."
"Thank you mistress."
"What does my slave want? What does my whimpering little boy/toy want from
his mistress?"
"A drink" Larry pleaded.
Dipping the index finger of her right hand into the glass she touch his lips
with her dripping finger. She watched with satisfaction as her trembling
slave opened his mouth and sucked every drop of urine from her finger.
"What does my little slave want from his mistress?"
"Your piss. I want to drink your piss. I want to swallow ever drop of your
precious pee."
A subtle smile crossed her lips. A smile of both victory and contempt for
what remained of the man she had married. She felt both aroused and
exhilarated at her triumph of humbling a once proud and arrogant male.
"Then you had better beg."
"Please. Please baby. I need it!"
SMACK! His wife slapped him with ferocious strength.
"What did you call me?"
"MISTRESS! Please mistress, I need to drink it so bad!"
"Tell me again what you need to drink, slave." She grinned.
"Your pee. Please let me drink it. Please mistress."
Again she dipped her finger into the glass of urine and touched his lips. This
time, however, she did not remove her finger from his mouth after he had
sucked it clean. This time she slowly began to finger-fuck his mouth, sliding
it in and out.
"I want you to pretend that my finger is a cock and that you are giving me a
blow-job. Pretend that I am fucking you in the mouth with my dick." she
commanded.
Larry shook uncontrollably but continued to suck and lick his wife's finger.
"What are you sucking." she taunted.
"Your cock mistress." Larry mumbled as she removed her finger from his mouth.
"Good slave. Drink!" she ordered, holding the glass to her slave's lips and
began pouring its contents rapidly down his throat.
Gratefully, Larry drank the glass of his wife's urine as fast as she poured it
into his mouth. He drank it as if it were a exotic drink or a fine wine. He
drank it as if he would never drink again.
As he drank the warn fluid, shivers went through his body. Feelings of
submission and passion swept through him. He drank the urine deeply, savoring
ever drop, trying vainly to quench is inner thirst for submission and
humiliation.
After he had drunk the entire contents of the wine glass, his wife set it down
and stepped behind him. With one hand she unbuckled the black leather
chastity belt cutting into his waist and let it fall to the floor. The
harness was used to restrain his cock and balls and to hold the nine inch
dildo deep inside his ass.
Slowly Larry's mistress pulled the large penis shaped phallus from her slave's
bottom and walked in front of him with it held contemptuously between her
thumb and fore finger.
"Your punishment slave is to clean this rod just like you cleaned my finger."
"I'm not a queer." Larry mumbled.
His wife stroked his freshly shaved chest and legs.
"Your body is so smooth. You wear my panties and my nylon stocking. And you
pretended my finger was a cock. You must be queer."
"I am not a queer," Larry said in a pleading voice.
"But if you LOOK like a queer and you ACT like a queer, you must BE a queer.
Or are you just afraid to admit that what you really want and need is a real
cock, since you can't use yours any more? Wouldn't you like to hold a real
cock in your mouth. I could go out and bring home a real man for you."
Silence filled the room. Larry was crushed by his wife's words and deeply
humiliated but a feeling of arousal was spreading through his body. The
sensation grew as his own penis thickened.
Noticing his growing erection Larry's beautiful mistress reached to the wall
and selected a short stiff riding crop. She walked behind her slave and
gently stroked the backs of his smooth legs, his inner thighs, and his
buttocks with the soft leather tip of the crop. His mistress stroked up and
down the crack of his ass.
Larry shuddered uncontrollably. He would do or say anything to please his
wife. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did harbor homosexual tendencies. His
own penis was erect.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Now I want my little queer slave to tell his mistress what he is."
WHACK!
"I'm a ..." Larry hesitated then blurted out "I am a queer."
WHACK!
"Say it louder, little slave, I can't hear you!"
"I'm a queer."
WHACK!
"That's better, but still not good enough. Say it louder and in a little
girl's voice," his mistress demanded.
In a high pitched feminine voice Larry shouted. "I'M A QUEER."
"And what does my little queer slave want more than anything?"
WHACK! WHACK!
"Cock. Your little queer slave wants cock."
WHACK!
"Tell your mistress again. Tell you mistress each time you feel the sting of
the crop. Tell your mistress until there isn't any doubt remaining in your
mind what you are and what you need."
WHACK!
"I'm a queer and I need cock."
Larry's mind was reeling. The entire scene was becoming a blur. He no longer
felt the rapid blows of the riding crop. His very consciousness was fused
with his mistress.
As Larry received his beating and shouted in a high pitched girl's voice that
he was a queer, his own large cock was stiff and proudly erect. Drops of
precum had formed on the top of his penis slit and were beginning to trickle
down his rigid shaft.
SLAM
Larry's mistress abruptly swung the closet door shut saying "That dildo had
better be clean when I open this door again. Larry was again engulfed in
darkness.
The discipline he had just received was beginning to work on his sexual psyche
with calculated effectiveness. As Larry collapsed on the floor he was asking
himself. Did he need cock? Did he need a cock to hold, a cock to suck, a
cock to caress with his lips and tongue? Did he want and need a warn, real
cock? Did he want to be fuck in the ass?
He visualized being fucked in the ass by his lovely mistress. He imagined
feeling the initial contact with his anus and the slow, satisfying penetration
as his anal muscle succumbed to the unrelenting pressure of the dildo as the
massive tool filled his dark, colonic tunnel. The rhythmic movement as his
mistress thrust the fake cock in and out of his ass.
In the still quiet of the dark closet, Larry somehow found the dildo and began
to lick it clean. As he licked his mind travelled back in time. Back to this
first anniversary. Back to when his lovely mistress/wife first taught him to
need cock. When she first taught him the worthlessness of his own manhood.
LARRY REMEMBERS
Larry remembered the night of their first anniversary. He had completely
satisfied his wife with his skilled tongue. She had climaxed so many time he
had lost count. As always, Larry had yet not been allowed an orgasm of his
own. His wife's inner-strength was beginning to returning in the after-glow
of the sexual release she had just experienced.
This was her favorite time to play with her slave. Her inner-strength was at
its peak, and her horny slave's inner-strength was at its lowest. She was
relaxed and content while her husband was trembling and weak. His only
thought were his desire to make love to her, to put his cock in her pussy and
fuck her until he exploded in orgasm.
This was also her favorite time to have long talks with her husband about
their marriage. This was the time her husband would confess his most secret
inner thoughts and fantasies. It was from these intimate discussions that
their mistress/slave relationship had evolved. She loved humiliating and
humbling him and making him submit to anything she could dream up. Tonight
she was want to see what his limit for submission really was and would he give
up his manhood to please her.
Pushing his head from between her thighs she patted the bed beside her. When
Larry was lying on his back his mistress mounted her very horny slave. Larry
almost swooned with delight he was going to be allowed to climax. She guided
his rigid member to cunt. Slowly and deliberately she sank down as his shaft
disappeared inch by inch into her hot, wet vagina. As she began to raise and
lower herself Larry began to thrust upward in order to meet each push of his
wife's.
"Don't move," his mistress commanded
She continued her maddening dance of love. Larry made another slight movement
upward trying to keep his cock deep inside her pussy. Reaching down she
slapped his face.
"I said, Don't move' and I meant it. Don't move! Do what I say or I'll quit
right now!" she warned.
Larry concentrated on lying very still. He needed his climax so bad he was
shaking and whimpering. This was the only condition that his wife would ever
allow him to orgasm in.
"You may lift your legs and wrap the around my hips, slave," said his wife in
a comforting and loving voice.
Eagerly Larry spread and lifted his legs and warped them around his wife's
small, soft waist. As she began to move again, it felt to Larry as if she had
the cock instead of him and that he had the vagina. This reversal of roles
felt natural and right to him. He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth
to have a wife that understood his innermost fantasizes and desire. It was
only four months ago that he had confess that he sometimes had a secret
fantasy to be a woman.
Each slow thrust of his mistress brought Larry closer to his orgasm. Although
he had pleasured his wife each night during the past week, he hadn't been
allowed to climax. His testicles felt as if they were read to explode with
the pressure of a thousand unreleased orgasm. His mistress had planed it
that way. She had wanted him prepared for the anniversary of their marriage
and his initiation into total slavery. She wanted to transform him
completely.
The last week of waiting and wanting no longer matter to Larry. He was now
receiving the rewards of his patience and devotion to his wife. Tonight, he
knew that, at the time of her choosing he would be allowed to cum.
"What does my slave husband want?" Asked his wife coyly.
"I want to cum."
"How bad does my little slave want to cum?"
"Soo...bad. Please let me cum, mistress. Please. I need to cum so badly,"
Larry begged.
"If you really wanted to cum, you'd cry for your mistress, your tears would be
a sign of devotion to me. I don't see any tears maybe I should stop."
"Please baby. Please. Please. Please."
Soon moisture began to form in of Larry's eyes and then salty tears began to
trickle from the corners of his blue eyes and run down his face. Finally, the
dam broke and his entire body shook and shudder with sobs.
"Oh, I love you mistress. I love you. Please let me cum. Please. Let me
cum. Oh, I love you. I need you mistress. Oooooh..."
Larry was on the verge of cumming, one step from the summit of his orgasm, a
fraction of an inch away from the pleasure of his life.
As she pulled up and away from Larry, his mistress said in a soothe voice,
"I'm sorry, I can't let you cum this way."
As his cock slipped out of her warm cunt, Larry felt as if SHE had pulled her
cock from HIS cunt. He began to sob uncontrollably. Burning tears flowed
down his cheeks and into the corners of his mouth. His wife cradled him in
her arms as if he were her little baby. Still sobbing Larry clung to his
wife.
"There, there slave. I love you. This is for your own good. Tell your
mistress all about it," she cooed.
"But I needed to cum so BAD," sobbed the slave, "I've waited so LONG!"
"There, there, little slave. Cling to your mistress. Come on, cry and get it
all out. Tell mistress everything. Give yourself completely to your
mistress. Your mistress knows what's best for you."
Larry cried and wailed. The flood gates of his emotions swung open. He
poured out every ounce of feeling to his mistress.
Larry pleaded to his wife, "but its our ANNIVERSARY!!".
"I know, little slave. Hold me tight and close and I'll tell you about my
anniversary gift to you."
"Oh, I love you mistress."
"I know you do, and because you have been such a good little slave this past
year, I've decided to reward you."
"Oh, I don't deserve a reward. Serving you is my reward, mistress."
"You are correct. A slave deserves no reward, but still, I have decide to
give you one." Reaching over she opens the night-stand drawer and takes out a
box. "Your reward is in this box."
Larry's trembling hands took the gift-wrapped present from his wife and tore
off the paper. Inside the box were two dildos.
One was life-like in every detail. It had a smooth head and the shaft had
veins like a real penis, it even had testicles attached at the base. It was
about the size of Larry own penis. The only difference between it and Larry
was that the fake cock had a bulb and tubing coming from it. When Larry
squeezed the bulb a milky white fluid spurted from the end of the rubber cock.
The other was much larger and made of hard plastic. It was at least nine
inches long and a full two inches in diameter.
Larry gave his wife a puzzled look.
Caressing his cheek gently with her finger tips his wife spoke. "Your reward,
little slave is that I will advance you to an even higher and purer degree of
slavery my pet."
"But mistress I already belong to you."
"Indeed you do, slave. But you will now be mine more totally than before."
She smiled.
Larry looked even more confused. "HOW!".
Looking deep into his eyes she though, this is it. Will he submit to what she
wanted or would she file for divorce?
"I have decided to no longer allow you to use your cock for sexual purposes. I
will take away the ultimate symbol of your independence and manhood."
"But mistress...." Larry started but his wife put finger to his lips and said.
"Hush! Hush! let me finish. This is the first and most important step of
many that I will insist that you take if you are to be my slave for life."
With his next words Larry wife knew she had won!
Larry threw himself into his wife arms and ask. "But how will I be able to
make you cum! How will I be able to give you pleasure?"
"You will no longer be able to pleasure me like a man pleasure a woman. If I
need that kind of pleasure, I will get if from someone other than from you."
Her slave began to cry again. She laid in bed smiling and stroking her slaves
head for many minutes until he had the courage to ask more questions.
Still sniffling Larry timidly ask "Then how will I be able to please you
mistress!"
"You will please me like one female pleases another. You will please me with
the touch of your fingers, and with your lips and tongue. When I desire
penetration you will use the smaller dildo."
"But why can't I please you with my own penis?" Larry cried.
"Do you enjoy being my slave?"
"Yes. You know I do mistress."
"Do you NEED to be my slave?"
"Yes, I've come to need being your slave. I love serving you."
"Can a proud and arrogant male make a good slave?"
"No, of course not mistress."
"Well, I want you to be a good slave. You will lose your manhood, but you
will find the true happiness that only a slave can understand. I know you
don't understand this right now but your mistress knows what's best for you
little slave."
"But how can I be please, mistress? I need to cum so badly."
"You will be entered as a woman is entered. Your anus will become your
vagina. From this night forward, you will only cum by being fucked in the
ass."
Larry's mistress/wife took the larger dildo from the box.
"I will teach you to need this rod in the same way a woman needs a man's
penis. You will learn to love this rod. You will come to know each of its
veins and wrinkles and you will learn to savor it smell and taste. You will
even learn to crave and orally worship it after it has been withdrawn from
your own bottom.
As Larry's wife spoke these words. She watched his own cock swell and throb.
She wiped her finger across the head of his dick, picking up some of the
precum fluid leaking from his pee slit and put the semen drops on his lips.
"I will make you into a dirty slut," she continued. "This dildo, will become
the center of your life. You will pray to it for your pleasure and depend
upon it for your release. It will become a part of your fantasizes. You will
dream of it at night, of it entering your ass. During the day you will serve
me as my obedient slave toy. When you have finished satisfying my sexual
desires, you will beg me to enter you with this dildo. Besides pleasing me it
will be the most important thing in you life."
She raised the dildo to Larry mouth and held it to his lips.
"Kiss your new lover, then open wide."
Larry kissed the tip of the dildo then open his mouth and received as much as
his mouth could hold.
"Does my little slave need to cum now?" His wife asked innocently.
"Yes desperately mistress. May I please be allow to cum, please." Larry
whimpered and begged.
"First go into the bathroom. On the counter is a can of hair remover and a
fresh razor. I want your body as smooth as a baby's butt. You have forty-
five minutes. If I find any stubble anywhere on you, or if you return one
minute late, you will not be allowed to cum at all tonight. Now go, I'm
watching the clock."
Larry ran from the room as his wife picked up a magazine.
She had already been sexually satisfied that night, but the thought of
subjecting her slave to this new humiliation was arousing her all over again.
Her nipples were starting to get hard and her pussy was getting damp again. As
she lazily finger her erect clitoris and looked at the pictures of men in
bondage in the magazine, she felt pride in what she was accomplishing. She
was transforming her once arrogant husband into her submissive slave. If only
other wife's knew that they could manipulate a man's sexual desire to bring
them into slavery what a wonderful would this would be. She now understood
that the macho ego of any man could be forever destroyed by women who know the
key to their hidden sexual desires. This was something she would definitely
have to tell her female married friends.
Forty minutes later, her slave emerged from the bathroom. He hurriedly tried
to crawl into bed and cover himself with the silk sheet.
"Oh no you don't slave. Go over and stand before the full-length mirror, I
want to see you." His wife commanded. She got up from the bed and walked
over to her slave. His body was still lightly raw from being shave for the
first time. Kicking his ankle gentle she ordered. "Spread you legs apart
and put your hands behind your head, elbows out. Let me inspect your work.
You still want to cum don't you or did you masturbate while you were in the
bathroom?"
"No mistress! I know the punishment for cumming without permission. I only
removed the hair from my body like you wished."
Walking slowly around her slave she thought he looked even more naked without
hair. She could see the flush of embarrassment on her once proud husband's
face and she chuckled the ask. "How do you feel now?"
"Embarrassed," he mumbled lowering his head, no longer able to look at his own
reflection in the mirror.
"Well you had better learn to enjoy that feeling because you will experience
it a lot in the future. Look at the mirror Slave, this is the way you are to
keep yourself form now own."
Larry slowly raised his head and his mistress noted with satisfaction that
their were tears again in his eyes. She decided that embarrassment was not
the only emotion he would feel before being granted an orgasm. Standing
behind him she cupped his still erect penis with the fingers of her right
hand.
Shaking his shaft up and down she said. "Look at your cock. I think it looks
bigger with pubic hair don't you? It's a shame that such a big dick will
never be allowed in my sweet pussy. But you have do have such pretty smooth
legs now. Look in the mirror, aren't they pretty when they are freshly
shaved? I'll bet they would look even prettier in panty hose." She walked
over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white panty hose. "Here, pull
these on so we can see how pretty those legs are."
Larry turned crimson with humiliation and embarrassment. Yet his cock was in
full erection. He felt a strange inner desire he did not want to admit
existed. It was a burning desire within himself to become a woman. To be
feminine and vulnerable like a woman. To open himself, to be entered, even a
desire to be fucked, to submit.
Larry felt weak... shaky... trembling again. He backed up and sat on the end
of the bed. He lost his coordination and began fumbling with the thin sheer
nylon panty hose material. Slowly he worked the panty hose up his smooth
shaved legs. The silky material worked its magic and transformed his legs
into those of a woman. He was actually beginning to feel like a woman.
When Larry stood to pull the panty hose up around his waist, he noticed a hole
had been stitched into the bottom. The location of the hole would correspond
with the location of his anus. He knew what he wanted at that moment. He
wanted to be fucked by his beautiful mistress. He began to tremble.
"You're trembling again. What does my little slave want?" His mistress asked.
"I want to make love, I want to cum, mistress." Larry whispered.
"How does my slave want to cum?", she inquired hoping that her husband had not
changed his mind while in the bathroom about submitting to her new demands.
"I want to be fucked. Fucked in the ass mistress."
"My, my. Is my little slave slut sure she wants to be fucked in the ass!"
"Oh yes mistress. Please. Please fuck me. I want to cum so bad it hurts."
Taking some sweet-smelling body lotion she massaged it on her slave's freshly
shaved chest and arms saying. "But we aren't done inspecting your new body
yet." Going to her dresser again she pulled out a black lace bra. Slipping
it up his arms she fasten it on.
Larry was hypnotized by the image reflected in the mirror and was delirious
with sexual desire. A slimy wet spot was growing on the crotch of the panty
hose where his horny cock was straining against the sheer white material.
"Please, Please will you enter me now? I need to come so bad!" Larry begged
his mistress.
"But I need to come to. Who is it most important to please, Slave or
Mistress?" his now horny wife demanded.
"The Mistress." Larry whined in frustration.
Smiling his wife said "Then show me if my little slut understands how to
please me without a cock of his own," she beamed.
Larry tenderly helped his lovely wife on to the bed and crawled between her
spread thighs. He had lost all sense of time and space. Now that he had lost
his identity and his masculinity, he found it so easy to merge his soul with
hers. He had found new freedom in his bondage.
Larry was consumed by his wife as he kissed the top of the pubic mound. As he
gently traced the outside of each of her vagina lip she commanded "Tongue fuck
me Slave."
Larry used his fingers to spread her open, with steady regular thrusts, he
probed his tongue deeply inside his mistress' wet vagina. He felt as if his
entire tongue was a penis, desperately trying to enter his wife's sweet
tasting pussy.
Larry's hand trembled and shook as he reached for the soft smooth dildo.
Moistening the instrument with his own saliva and his wife's natural
lubricating juices he use the artificial penis to slowly penetrate his wife's
now glistening hole. As the fake cock glided smoothly in and out of his
mistress' vagina, Larry used his tongue to stroke the tender tissues on
the outside of her pussy and to moisten the puckered brown skin of her anus.
He experienced the helplessness of not being the one actually fucking his
beautiful wife, but merely providing assistance so the she could experience
more sexual pleasures.
He remember her words, that if she needed pleasure from a real man she would
look elsewhere. He wonder if she would actually take pleasure from another
man, if should bring a man home and order Larry to serve them. He wondered if
she would order him to watch while she was giving or receiving pleasure from
another man, if she would command her slave to assist in her orgasm. He
wondered if she would order him to suck the warm cum of another man from her
cunt or to please the man with his mouth.
As these helpless thoughts raced through Larry's horny mind, his mistress
screamed with triumph and ecstasy. She grabbed his hair and roughly pulled
his head closer into her crotch, smashing his face against the slimy end of
the dildo as she shook with the pleasure of yet another orgasm.
Larry laid beside his mistress as she floated and drifted in the dreamy
afterglow of her climax. He held her and gently stroked her back until her
breathing was again normal.
Larry excitement grew as his wife stirred and opened her eyes. His own
erection throbbed and his testicles ached with pain at being so full. He
prayed that his mistress would grant him permission to orgasm.
As his wife sat up and lit a cigarette Larry reached into the box and brought
out the large rubber penis. Offering it with both hands he pleadingly begged
and whimper as tears again flowed from in his eyes. "Enter me with this rod
mistress.
Please, Pleaseeee fuck me mistress. Oh pleaseeee ... I need to cummmmmme. I
need to cummmme so baaaaad."
His mistress' lips slowly twisted into a cruel smile as she took the massive
phallus from his shaking hands.
"You're too small for this rod tonight, if I used it, it would tear and do
irreparable damage to your body slave. Your anus has to enlarged."
At hearing this Larry collapsed on the bed sobbing "Please, Please fuck me
mistress."
"Hush Slave, you didn't let me finish, tomorrow we start training you asshole.
I have a set of seven rectal dilators each a little bigger in circumference,
by next Saturday you will be able to take your new dildo with only a minimum
of pain. But since this is our anniversary and you have been a very obedient
slave this year I purchased a very slender dildo to use on you tonight. I'm
sure it will give you the release you've been begging for. Now get on your
hands and knees and reach back and spread your buttocks if you want to cum."
Larry's wife knelt behind her still sniffling slave. She thoroughly
lubricated the thin plastic dildo with K-Y jelly.
Taking a dab of the jelly she deposited it on her slave's anal opening. As
she massage his sphincter carefully she was delight with his throaty moan and
his panting. He actually wanted to be penetrated. She momentarily rested
the dildo against his opening then slowly began to push the member into his
bowls. Inch by inch the penis disappeared into his tight virgin asshole.
Larry's face was contorted with pain and it felt as if he were being torn
apart. The dildo was buried to the hilt now and his sensitive anus could feel
the tool moving in and out. He burned with sexual hunger and humiliation and
shame.
As the pain of penetration began to subside, his sexual joy began to increase.
Larry realized again that his mistress knew exactly what he needed. It felt
natural being fucked in the ass and he pretended that he as a woman giving
herself over to sexual delight.
Taking one of his hands from his buttocks Larry's mistress guided it to the
tightly encased phallus. Slapping his ass cheek hard she commanded. "Make
YOURSELF CUM SLAVE!"
There was no pain now, only the growing need for release. Larry pushed the
dildo harder and deeper into his ass.
He was absorbed in his won world of lustful, gender-less pleasure. The
visions of his watching mistress faded as he tightly closed his eyes. He was
in a frenzy now. He began to whimper and whine as he neared his orgasm. He
began to silently beg to the penis-god he held in his hand for it to let him
cum.
Waves of indescribable pleasure thundered throughout his body and exploded in
his brain. His whole body shook and shuddered through a tremendous climax.
As Larry regained consciousness he found he was lying on his back still
panting. He must have blacked out. He could still feel the dildo in his ass
and he felt ashamed to take it out.
He noticed that his mistress held a palm full of his cum. Without his knowing
it she had gently taken hold of his penis during his orgasm and pointed it
into her hand so that she could catch his ejaculation.
Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand to her slave's face and dipped the
middle finger of her free hand into the pool of cum. She pulled her finger up
and out of the cum and watched a slimy string of sperm trail from her finger
back into the warm pool. She continued lifting her finger up and away from
the pool of cum until the string broke. She then moved her finger until it
was directly over her slave's face and lowered her finger until the end of the
slimy string of sperm was dripping from her finger to touch her slave's lips.
Larry's beautiful mistress coated his lips with his won sperm before placing
her finger into his mouth so that he could suck it clean. She then set the
palm of her hand holding the pool of cum on the slave's flushed cheek and
began wiping the cum all over his face. She wiped sperm on every portion of
his face. on his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck and chin,
everywhere. She continued to wipe her hand on his face until the cum dried
slightly and became frothy white and sticky.
She then held her hand to Larry's mouth and commanded, "Lick my hand clean,
Slave.
These were the first words she had spoken to her slave since she earlier told
him to make himself cum with the dildo. Now the tone of her voice was again
soft and loving.
"I love you mistress." Larry uttered before thoroughly cleaning her hand with
his tongue. The cum was now drying on Larry's face and he was surrounded by
the order of desire and sex.
"Now pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you just cleaned my
hand."
"Do I have to clean it?"
"Yes, Slave. Every time I allow you to come it is your responsibility to
clean up afterwards with your tongue. Now get busy or you'll be punished. Now
pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you just cleaned my hand."
Larry turned white as he inquired of his mistress, "Clean it with my tongue?"
Taking the filthy dildo she held it to his lips saying "Learn to savor the
take, Slave."
Obediently her slave slowly open his mouth wide and received the soiled shaft.
Inch by inch he sucked the plastic penis clean. He thought the flavor to be
bitter sweet and not as repulsive as he had imagined.
His mistress pushed the member deep into his mouth and down his throat until
he gagged. She told him to relax, that he need to learn to deep-throat a
cock.
Larry pretended the dildo was a real penis. He allow his throat muscles to
relax and swallowed the rod without gagging. He eagerly moved his head up and
down thy tool. He held the head of the shaft gently with his teeth and
flicked his tongue across the tip of the head. He covered his teeth with his
lips and moved his hungry mouth rapidly up and down the bulbous head.
"That's my little slut," his mistress soothed, "Now deep-throat it again!
Good. Now take it deeper: That's it. Now lick up and down the shaft with
the flat of your tongue! Yes. Follow that vein! Does it feel good?"
"Wonderful," her slave replied with removing his mouth from the dildo.
"Don't you wish it was a real cock?"
Her slave remained silent but couldn't not keep his own cock from answering
the question by stiffening and twitching uncontrollable. Larry continued to
suck feverishly on the dildo.
"Don't you wish the cock in your mouth had its own warmth? Wouldn't you like
to feel hot cum hitting the back of your throat?"
Larry could not help himself. A deep, rasping moan escaped from his phallic
filled mouth. A moan of pleasure and desire. That was exactly what he wanted
more than anything.
Larry's mistress then put her slave sparking clean dildo back in the
nightstand drawer saying "Someday Slave I will bring home a real man and you
can give him a nice blow job, want that be nice?" Kissing her slave on the on
the cheek she whispered "Happy anniversary darling! I love you. Get a good
nights sleep my little slut, tomorrow a new an exiting day for you slave!"
Within minutes, Larry could tell by her soft breathing that his mistress was
asleep. Larry slept little that night. It was his anniversary and he burned
with desire for this beautiful wife. He loved this woman. He wondered what
he would do if he ever lost her. He was horny, but had never been happier in
his entire life.
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