Young Sissy Chapter 1

it was the natural order, it was my moral duty to honor the gods of Domination and Degradation, even if they were arbitrary and cruel. And the worst part was, I think a part of me wanted her to be unfairly malicious. I felt like I deserved to be punished for being so weak, for throwing my life away for a kiss...and who better to condemn me than another sissy? "Please, Mistress, please punish me for being such a stupid slut. I want to be a good slave!" Even as I was saying it I was cringing, my words far braver than I was. Maybe I deserved it, but I didn't know if I was strong enough to take my punishment.
Contessa looked pleasantly surprised, which for a fleeting, fluttery moment, made it all feel worthwhile. Of course, the moment couldn't last. I must have been smiling too broadly, or maybe my mouth was slack and drooling from feeling her cock kissing my lips, but suddenly I felt hot flesh and cold steel barreling down my throat, bringing tears to my eyes and stopping my heart. For a moment there was only the shock of the alien sensation of unyielding metal traveling along with soft skin and hard, but malleable muscle. And then my brain decided to make up for slacking off by processing the stabbing sensation of pain in stark detail. I panicked, sure from the intensity of the agony shredding in and out of my throat that I must be fatally wounded. Unfortunately, this only make my throat close tighter around the studded sissy stick, spurring Contessa on as I milked her hard clit. "Hmm I've got admit, I didn't expect much from your mouth, but you've got quite the talented little throat. I'm going to have to cut this short if I want to fuck that tender little pussy of yours."

I didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified as she pulled out of mouth with a wet plop and let me crumple to the floor. Drool dribbled past my lips and down my chin, hitting the tile before me as I panted, slack jawed and spent. What I saw surprised me almost as much as my throat fucking...