A Picture Perfect Sissy

His legs had been bound together with several tight leather bands at the ankles, knees, and thighs. He was wearing a pink leather corset which held up his bare breasts, pink split crotch panties, and pink thigh-high stockings in addition to the pink platforms. His pink-painted mouth was around a ball-gag and nipple-clamps decorated his breasts. A vibrating dildo had been stuffed up his ass. His penis, tied painfully back, seemed to be replaced by a big pink bow. His eyes were very big and very afraid.

His ex-wife Catherine held a short crop of braided leather. She was dressed in a kind of catsuit that covered her from head to booted toe. Over her face, she wore a mask so she couldn't be recognized in the photos. Karen was behind the camera.

Catherine lifted her arm and Jason winced just before the blow struck him across his mostly bare ass. His nipple clamps jingled.

"Turn around, Holly," Karen ordered.

Jason was exhausted; it had been a long shoot, and he was pretty well beaten by now. Catherine always seemed to enjoy these sessions quite a bit. She seemed quite willing to beat him with the crop, or drip hot wax on his breasts, or attach weights to his nipples or genitals all afternoon long. She never seemed to get tired of abusing him.

"Turn her around," Karen said to Sue, disgustedly. "I want to see his pink ass."

Sue grabbed a tired Jason and spun his backside toward the camera. Catherine gave it a few extra swats for good measure.

He heard his ex-wife laughing. "I think he's cumming, for crissakes."

Jason hung his head rather bashfully. There was no doubt about it. He was cumming. Catherine stepped forward and spun him back the other way now so that Karen could zoom in on the tell-tale evidence. The way his penis was tucked backwards, Jason's orgasm had left his thighs, smooth and white above his stocking tops, all sticky with his fluid.

Tired as he was, Jason was still required to serve the women after he'd been released from bondage.