Having had my first real taste of my new Master and how exciting the experience had turned out to be, I could not wait till we met again. Luckily, I did not have to wait long before he was back in town.
A couple of weeks after my first encounter, Master contacted me to let me know that he was arriving the next day and that I was to meet him at his hotel in the pub at 3pm sharp and was given instructions what to wear beneath my vanilla clothes. Gosh, just the thought of being in his presence again had me instantly excited in my panties.
Tomorrow arrived in a flash, and by 1pm I was already dressed and ready as Master had requested. Black satin and lace corset with black fishnet thigh high stockings and matching black nylon and lace panties. Body all nicely shaved and my clitty all tucked away as Master liked and just the right amount of perfume applied as Master did not like too much. All the rest of Samantha’s clothes, heels, makeup etc were packed in a bag and ready to go.
2:15pm and time to leave. I can feel the wetness already soaking through my panties. God my hormones were already going crazy. I arrived at the hotel at 2:50pm and parked. Getting out of the car, the feel of the satin and lace against my body is almost driving me over the edge and the memories of my last encounter with Master are not helping either. I collect my bag from the trunk and head off into the hotel in search of the pub.
Walking slowly into the pub and looking around I see Master sitting at the bar chatting to the barman. There are two other people sitting at a table in the far corner and seem to be totally engrossed in conversation. With my excitement levels in overdrive, I walk up to the bar and stand next to Master who looks over at me and smiles and says, “Hello my little Sissy Faggot Slut”. Oh my god, there is that word, “Faggot” that he likes to use and with the barman right there, I was so embarrassed.
Then to the barman, he says “Joe, this is the little sissy faggot bitch I was telling you about.” He turns to me and says, “you can sit now faggot.” He leans across and unbuttons the top button of my shirt and pulls it apart, revealing the top of my corset and making sure the lace is clearly visible. “That’s better”, he says. He then asks the barman to bring his little sissy a glass of red wine. The barman’s eyes are fixed on the lace showing from the top of my shirt. His eyes move up to meet mine and he smiles and leaves to fetch the wine.
Master looks over at me and says, “It is so nice to see you again slut. We are going to have so much fun while I am in town this time. I have so much planned for you.” With that the barman is back with the glass of wine. I look over at him sheepishly and thank him. Master immediately asks me if I am wearing what was requested of me. I look at him and nod. He immediately instructs me to describe everything. I look over at the barman who is just staring, but a curt “NOW” from master has me describing in detail. “Black satin and lace corset with black fishnet thigh high stockings and black nylon and lace panties Master.” He then asks about my clitty. I inform it that it is tucked away and with that I am rewarded with a smile and a, “Good Girl.”
I notice the two other people sitting in the back corner get up and leave but I notice that the barman has not moved an inch and does not look like he is going anywhere soon. I am so nervous but at the same time I can feel my panties getting wetter by the minute as my excitement continues to grow. As if reading my mind, Master says to me, “Unzip your trousers, I want to see your panties.” I turn to him with a look of horror on my face and try to protest. I can see the glint of evil in his eyes and know that if I don’t obey there will be consequences. I slowly unzip, seeing the pleasure on his face as he watches, as I slowly open my trousers enough for him to view my panties.
He asks, “are your panties all nice and wet?”, to which I just nod. He then looks at the barman and asks him if he thinks he should confirm the fact. The barman smiles and eagerly says, “Yes!” Master, turns back to me and leans across, proceeds to undo the button to my trousers and open then fully exposing my panties further. Looking around, I am praying that no one walks into the pub now. Master’s hand is now inside my trousers, and he is instructing me to open my legs as his fingers inch their way down between my legs. Finding the silky nylon fabric and my hard clitty tucked away, he discovers that my panties are literally soaked with precum.
Master has no hesitation in proclaiming to the barman that they are in fact soaked. The barman is looking at me and Master is wanting to know why my panties are so wet. All I can feel is his fingers gently touching me and my hormones starting to do cartwheels. I mumble, “I don’t know Master!” He not so quietly states, “It’s because you are a little sissy faggot slut and you can’t help yourself, can you? You like strangers watching you while I play with your useless sissy clit in your panties, don’t you faggot?” All I can do at this point was nod. I am desperately trying to control my hormones and praying that I do not have an orgasm right there and then.
He can sense that I am starting to lose it and while continuing to now apply a little more urgency and pressure to his ministrations in my panties he says to the barman. “I think that my little sissy faggot slut here may just cum in her panties if I keep this up. What do you think Joe? Should I continue or not?” By this stage the barman is all in and tells master. “Oh, don’t stop now, this I have to see!” Master looks at me and says, “Sorry slut, you heard the man!” With that I can feel the urgency as his fingers stroking my clit in my panties intensify. He is watching me intently now and is giving the barman a running commentary on what is taking place in my panties. I can feel my juices starting to almost flow freely now and I can feel the orgasm rising up from the depths. I place my hand on Master’s arm and plead with him to stop but this only makes him more determined as he says, “Shut up Faggot!” with such meaning that I almost recoil.
And suddenly I lose all control. The orgasm takes my breath away as it arrives so abruptly. I grab the bar counter with both hands as the orgasm takes hold and my whole body almost goes into spasm. Master continues to rub and administer torture to my exploding clitty as my panties fill with cum. I lose all sense of time and it feels like ages before I am able to release the bar counter and sit up straight. Master still has his hand in my trousers making sure he milks every drop from my clitty. My breathing is still erratic, and I can feel that my panties and even my trousers between my legs are soaked with my cum. Eventually Master slowly removes his hand and provides the barman with a view of his fingers covered in my cum. To the barman he proclaims, “Joe, it seems like my little sissy faggot slut here has just had a sissygasm in her panties. Do you perhaps have a napkin for me?” The barman, almost in a daze, hands Master a napkin without taking his eyes off me.
To me, Master says, “You dirty little faggot bitch. How dare you cum in your panties right here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Now I want you to go to the bathroom, remove your panties and you will lick and suck them clean. Then I want you to bring them to me and show me that you have cleaned them properly. Do you understand?” Oh my god, I am now feeling so humiliated. I climb off the bar stool and Master immediately stops me and shows me that I have left a mess on the bar stool. Master hands me a 2nd napkin and instructs me to clean my sissy juices from the bar stool. I do as told, while the two of them look on with Master mumbling what a dirty little whore I am. Once I done with the barstool and gaining Master’s approval, and with the barman’s directions I head off to the toilets.
Once inside the toilet stall, I remove my shoes and then my trousers and discover that my orgasm was in fact a huge one. My panties are dripping with cum and the tops of my stockings are soaked too. My trousers have a huge wet patch showing right from the bum to the crotch area but there is nothing I can do about that. I remove my panties and proceed to lick and suck all my cum out of them. God there is so much but I do my best to clean them as best I can. The taste of my cum is doing little to allow my excite to subside and the smell of my cum is overpowering and even my perfume does little to mask it. Hanging my semi cleaned cum soaked panties on the back of the door I slip my trousers back on and then my shoes. Slipping the panties into my pocket I exit the toilets and head back into the pub.
When I arrive back, Master immediately demands my panties which I duly present to him. He lays them openly on the bar counter for all to see and proceeds to inspect them, asking the barman what he thinks. The barman takes a quick peek but seems more interested in watching me and my reactions. He says, he thinks I did an okay job and eventually Master agrees and asks me, “Did you enjoy eating all your own sissy cum, faggot?” I just nodded and mumbled, “Yes Master.” Master replies, “Good, because I have another little surprise for you.” Master hands me a little gift bag.
Looking inside my heart skips a beat as I realize that it is the same toy from our first encounter in the restaurant from his previous visit. He says, “Yes, my little sissy faggot, you know what to do with it! Before you arrived, I was telling Joe here all about our first encounter.” I reached over for my glass of wine and downed it, trying to calm my nerves. Master hands me back my panties and instructs me that I will carry them using only 2 fingers so that they are in plain view of anyone that may see. With the gift bag in my other hand, and a feeling of trepidation of what is to come I proceed to hurry back to the toilets, hoping and praying that I do not run into anyone.
Back in the toilets, I close the stall door and strip again. I slip my soaked panties back on but just to my knees, followed by my trousers and then my shoes which I lace up while sitting on the loo. Now for the toy. Standing, I tear open the lube sachet and proceed to smear the vibrating contraption and then bend and pull my bum cheeks apart and slowly insert it into my boipussy. Oh my god, the feeling as it slowly slides up into me has me instantly excited again and my clitty immediately reacts. Once firmly inside, I pull my panties up and make sure that they are pulled tight up into my bum cheeks to secure the toy in place and then make sure my semi excited clit is secured between my legs in my panties too. My thoughts and hormones are running at about 100 miles an hour in anticipation of what is to come. A quick wash of my hands and peek in the mirror reveals the scared yet excited look on my face.
Walking back into the pub, the feel of the toy filling my boipussy is already having the effect of making me ooze precum into my panties with every step I take. I can feel my wet trousers rubbing and sticking against my stockings, reminding me of what has already taken place.
Climbing back onto my bar stool and sitting carefully with the toy now in place, I notice that there is another glass of wine in front of me. Master wants to know if all is in place, and I nod and say, “Yes Master.” In reply I get a, “Good Girl.” I notice the remote sitting on the bar counter. Master proceeds to inform the barman that our first encounter at the restaurant culminated with me having a sissygasm in my panties right there at our table. I could see the barman hanging on every word emanating from Master. By this time, I am struggling to contain my hormones and the toy filling my boipussy was now starting to have the desired effect and my juices were flowing freely in my panties again. Then Master picks up the remote and hands it to the Barman and says to him, “Joe, now you will be in charge of this.”
The barman looks at me and clicks the button and my whole body tensed as the toy started to vibrate inside me. I grabbed the counter again and could not prevent the moan that escaped me. The look of glee is immediately evident on the barman’s face. He clicks again and the toy goes to the highest setting possible and almost sends me over the top. Just then 3 more people walk into the pub and go sit at a table. One of the guys comes over to the bar to order drinks and the barman slips the remote into his pocket, leaving the toy vibrating at 100%, and goes over to serve the man. I am doing everything in my power to try and hide the effects the toy is inflicting on my body. I try to stand but a hand on my shoulder from Master and a whispered, “Stay where you are faggot!”, as he makes me sit back down. The pressure and vibrating is almost unbearable.
I pick up my glass of wine with a shaking hand and take a hesitant sip, trying not to spill. Master is watching me intently with this totally satisfied look on his face. He smiles and whispers, “You better get used to this faggot, this is now your future. You will learn to always obey me.” Then the barman is back. He does not take the remote out of his pocket. He asks nonchalantly if we are okay, and Master informs him that we are great and that things could not be better. The barman moves off a little and pretends to be cleaning glasses to try not make it too obvious. He takes the remote out of his pocket and turns it off. I am immediately relieved and lean forward and take another sip of my wine, thankful for the reprieve.
However, the reprieve did not last for long as the next moment the toy inside me starts up again. I look over at the barman who is just smiling. For the next 30 minutes or so and with 2 more glasses of wine the barman proceeded to turn the toy on and off at will. With the wine now taking effect and the constant on and off with the toy inside me, my hormones felt like they were having their own Olympics, and I could feel the orgasm starting to build from deep down. I tried to tell Master that we should stop but he would just look at me and say, “I will decide when it is time to stop faggot!”
Desperately trying to act normal, I could feel myself losing control, and then all of a sudden there was no turning back. With the toy at full speed, I was forced to stand and hold the bar counter as my entire body seemed to shake as the orgasm took hold. My clit was only semi hard, the orgasm seemed to originate from deep inside me, making my legs shake. I held the bar counter with all my might as the orgasm wracked my body. I could feel some cum oozing into my panties, but the orgasm seemed to be coming from within and was so intense that I was forced to press my legs together to stay upright. I was trying so hard not to make any noise and kept my head down, eyes closed. Master next to me saying, “That’s it you dirty faggot slut. Saviour it bitch! You are a sight to behold.” I could not believe it was possible to cum again so quickly and with such intensity after having already cum so soon earlier.
I am not sure how long the orgasm lasted but it seemed to go on forever before I was eventually able to sit back down. I felt totally drained and it took me all of 5 minutes to compose myself. The vibrations inside me had finally stopped. Both the barman and Master were just smiling at each other, and I heard the barman asking Master if I had cum again as he handed the remote back to him. Master confirmed that yes indeed the little faggot had in fact just had another orgasm. The barman seemed to be so pleased with himself. With that Master declared that it was time to take his faggot upstairs and introduce her to the real thing. He thanked the barman who in turn thanked Master.
Master had me pick up my bag of goodies off the floor and then proceeded to lead me out of the pub. I did not even think about the fact that the top of my corset was clearly displayed as we walked out of the pub and did not even think twice as the 3 other men in the pub were staring at me as we walked by. Only when we climbed into the lift where there was a mirror did I realize. I tried to complain to Master that people had seen me like this and he just smiled and said, “Yes and now they have something to talk about. You will learn that all men must see you for what you are, a true sissy faggot.” He then stood in front of me and proceeded to undo all the buttons on my shirt and then pulled it wide open revealing the full extent of my satin and lace corset. I tried to protest and again I was reprimanded, “Shut the fuck up Faggot, own it. This is who you are now bitch!”
I was praying for the lift not to stop and for anyone else to climb in. Thankfully arriving at the 14th floor without any stops, he led me out. I was petrified now and as we turned the corner to head down the passage, my worst fears were right there in front of me. Walking towards us was a man. Master deliberately slowed and fell in behind me. Making me walk in front of him and in full view of the oncoming man. The man was staring and all I could do was drop my head and try not look at him. Master then instructed me in a very stern whispered voice, “Look up slut, do not take your eyes off the man. Watch his reaction and accept it.” I obeyed and watched in horror as the man got closer and was not sure if I could see disdain on his face or not. As he walked by his gaze never left my lingerie on display and then I am sure I saw a smile and then he was gone. I dared not turn around. From behind me, Master uttered, “Good girl, I think he liked what he saw.”
Finally, we arrive at Master’s room and he opened the door allowing me to escape to the privacy within. Little did I know what my relief would be short lived. There was something I just had to ask of Master so I asked if I could ask Master a personal question and was granted permission. “Master, why do you always refer to me as a faggot.” Master replied, “Well firstly I am amazed that you ask but it is simple. Dirty little girls like you are born in a man’s body but in reality, you are nothing more than a cock craving little sissy slut. You think about cock all the time and are always wanting to please a man. Faggots are usually boys or men that just want to suck cock and get fucked by other men. Faggot is a term used to describe gay men. My job as your Master is to get you to accept that you are gay. The sooner that you accept you are a faggot and nothing more the sooner you will realize your full potential. You must want the world to see you for what you truly are. Nothing more than a little sissy faggot bitch, put on this world to service men and nothing else. Does that clear things up faggot?” “Yes Master.” I mumbled meekly. He then wanted to know if I had seen the cameras in the pub downstairs and in the corridor to the room. I must have gone white because he just snickered and said. “Well, whoever is watching them will certainly have something to talk about now. I bet they are all talking about the little faggot getting fucked silly in that room now.”
With me still standing there in shock Master says, “Now get rid of those man clothes and let’s see what you have brought with you in your little faggot bag there. I want you to do your make up and I hope you brought your fake nails and heels with you today as well.” I emptied my bag onto the bed, stripped down to my lingerie and then went and sat in front of the mirror and started the tedious task of applying my makeup. Sitting down reminded me that the toy was still firmly entrenched up my boipussy and it was certainly doing its job in keeping my excitement levels up where master wanted them. Under Masters watchful gaze and the odd instruction of not too much or more, I managed to apply my make up over the next 15 minutes while Master rummaged through my stuff on the bed.
He selected a little black strapless cocktail dress and then picked up my heels and came over and asked me to turn to him so that he could help fit them on. He then helped with the fake nails and once done he instructed me to stand and helped me into the little dress. I mentioned the wig and was informed that the wig was not required. He wanted to see me as his sexy little sissy faggot and not a beautiful girl. In fact, he wanted the whole world to see me as such. With this in mind he said, “Right time to show you off to the world.”
He took me by the hand and led me outside onto the balcony. He could feel my reluctance, but a firm leading hand soon had me standing outside. Taking in the view and looking down and being thankful that we were on the 14th floor and praying that no one could see me. He stood behind me telling me what a sexy little faggot I was and made me stand leaning over the balcony. Telling me to embrace the world, he slipped his hand under my dress from behind and I felt his fingers probing. Finding the toy, he applied pressure, pressing it deep into me and said, “You thought I had forgotten about this didn’t you?”
God my hormones just went into overdrive again. Then his hand reached further between my legs, and he said, “Fuck faggot, your panties are soaked. There is so much mess here and, oh my word, your little clitty is limp. That’s the way it should be, you dirty little slut. You must learn that in future your pleasure will be derived from giving me and other men I choose pleasure. You will only get your pleasure from using your two holes to pleasure others. A true sissy faggot should only cum from the pleasure of sucking a cock and getting fucked or even better, both at the same time. This is the way I always want you, soft and compliant. Next time I am going to put a cage on you so that you cannot get an erection again. Do you understand me faggot?” “Yes Master.”
Click and the damn toy inside me kicked into high gear again. The sound of a sliding door opening. Fuck the neighbour has come out onto the balcony in the room next to us. I try pull back from the railing but Master pushes back against me and says, “Don’t you dare! Lean over the balcony and see who it is faggot.” I hesitantly lean forward and oh my fuck, it is the guy from the passage. He sees me, looks twice as if he thinks his eyes are deceiving him. I try pretending I am not there but Master then steps up and leans over and says hi. Oh my god the guy says hi back. Master mentions that it is a beautiful afternoon, and the guy agrees and then he disappears from sight but there is no sound of the door closing. Master whispers in my ear, “You see that was not so bad, now he has seen you and I bet he definitely knows what you are now.” I am sure the guy is right there on the balcony just listening and as if reading my mind Master fetches the chair from the dressing table inside along with a pillow.
He places the chair against the wall adjourning the next room on the balcony and proceeds to sit. He instructs me to come sit on his lap. The toy inside me is still going at full tilt and I can feel my juices starting to flow again. I sit on Master’s lap and he immediately starts to kiss me, his tongue probing and forcing my lips apart as his tongue finds mine. The kissing is deep and filled with lust, he parts my legs, and his hand is between my thighs searching for the toy. Finding it he proceeds to work it in my boipussy and with the vibrations I can feel my whole body starting to react again. He can feel it too. For the next 10 minutes Master continues to kiss me with such passion and intensity as he worked the toy in my boipussy. I could do little to prevent the moans escaping me and this seemed to add to Master’s intensity and pleasure at the same time.
Then loud enough for the guy next door to hear he tells me to get on my knees. Forcing me down onto the pillow, he unzips and says, “Here you go faggot, you have been waiting all day to suck my cock, haven’t you?” Looking up at him and then back at his hard throbbing cock and before I know it his hand is behind my head guiding my mouth to his hardness. I take him in my mouth, and he moans, telling me what a good little cock sucker I am. He is making sure the guy next door can hear every word.
Then I notice that Master is holding a camera and I try to pull away and protest. He tells me to shut the fuck up and he informs me that he is going to make sure that the whole world gets to witness what is about to happen. He tells me that he will be posting the pics and videos on all of his online accounts. God I am almost beside myself now, but I realize that any argument at this point will be fruitless, and I do not want to provoke Master. For the next 15 minutes he held me there and instructed and guiding me through just how he wanted his cock sucked. The toy inside me was now almost becoming painful with the pleasure it was inflecting upon me. I was moaning without being able to help myself now. All the dirty faggot, slut, whore words coming out of Master’s mouth were not helping matters either.
Then, just when I thought my body was going to succumb to the vibrations, Master proclaims that it is time. He makes me stand and then gets up off the chair and moves it right against the railing with the back facing the wall and instructs me to kneel on the chair and look over the balcony. I do so and he moves behind me and slips my panties down just enough to expose the toy and my boipussy. Click and it stops. Oh my god, the sudden ceasing of the vibrations is almost a relief. Then I feel it slowly being removed and then Master is saying loudly, “I think your pussy is now ready for a real man’s cock.” God, what must the man next door be thinking right now is all that goes through my mind.
Without any warning, I feel Master’s cock head at my pussy and before I can say anything the head is inside, and I gasp loudly. From behind me I hear Master’s voice, “Fuck faggot, your pussy is so tight and oh my fuck you are so wet and ready for me.” With that he slides further in. Slowly at first until he is almost all the way in and then he suddenly thrusts the last inch or so in making me moan so loudly, that I am sure anyone within a couple of rooms of us heard me. The verbal barrage then started as Master proceeded to fuck me. Everything from dirty faggot, slut, whore etc etc etc etc. Within 5 minutes I had lost all sense of what he was saying as his hard cock had me moaning with almost every thrust. I was gripping the balcony railing as my entire body was starting to feel the effects of his hard cock pounding me. Within 10 minutes or so, I could sense that he was getting close, and this seemed to send signals all over my body.
Then he slowed and withdrew but only for a moment. I knew that he came in buckets and knew that he liked to prolong his orgasm. He told me that he was going to cum and then I could feel the first spurt hit my hole. He said loudly, “There you go faggot, feel my cum”, and with that he was back inside me telling me he was going to fill my boipussy with his cum. He proclaimed that he was going to breed me and make me pregnant. Back out again and more cum spurting at my wanton hole. Master saying, “Oh my fuck, look at all my cum faggot, you are loving this aren’t you?” and then forcing his cock back into me, easily sliding in and out with ease now. My moaning now exceptionally loud with me not being able to contain it any further as I start to lose total control.
He must have pulled out 5 or 6 times and released more cum at my gaping hole each time, always letting me know just how much I was making him cum. My pussy was dripping, and I could feel his cum running down, over my balls and into my panties and down my thighs soaking my stockings too. It felt like my panties had been dipped into a bucket of cum, they were so wet. Then with one final thrust he gripped my hips and pulled me so hard onto his throbbing cock as he let out a huge moan as he exploded the rest of his cum deep inside me. He held me like that as he emptied the rest of his cum inside me. I could not believe how much Master could cum and it took him about a minute before he finally released his hard grip on my hips. He was not yet finished though, and he slowly continued to fuck me moaning and telling me what a great faggot fuck I was, until eventually I could feel him starting to go soft.
Finally, he withdrew but Master instructed me not to move as he slipped my panties back up to make sure that his cum was going to stay trapped inside me or in my panties. He informed me that this was to serve as a constant reminder that I was now his little sissy faggot bitch in every way possible. With that he allowed me to remove the heels and dress. I was not allowed to shower but was allowed to remove the makeup and nails. I then dressed back into my man clothes and was then instructed to sit on the chair back on the balcony. I could feel Master’s cum oozing out of my boipussy, god I was literally dripping cum and it was all I could smell too.
Master then proceeded to hand me a piece of paper. Across the top was written SISSY FAGGOT SAMANTHA’S TASKS. A quick glimpse at the first 2 tasks gave me an instant feeling of dread. Oh my god, during our conversations since having met Master, I had made the fatal mistake of telling him about this beach / parking area where people go to meet and especially men looking for other men or in my case a sissy boy / girl. He took the list back from me and started to read out the tasks loudly so that anyone within earshot would definitely hear. I sat there frozen and beginning to possibly regret having disclosed so much to Master.
“Task 1: You will visit the beach in question at least twice a week. You will do so from 11:30am until 2pm on each of these days as this is the busy period during the lunch break. You will climb out your car wearing a frilly blouse, those silky white see through shorts that hide nothing and the sexiest of panties so that no one has any doubt as to what you are wearing. You will find a spot to lie on the beach where you will be visible from the car park. You will wear only panties and the little frilly blouse. You will make it clear to all the men that see you, that you are a little sissy faggot bitch and that you are there for their pleasure.”
“Task 2: You are to wear a cock cage permanently during these sessions.”
“Task 3: You will send me a message in the morning on each of these days. You are to send me pictures of the panties you are wearing and proof of the cock cage on each of these days.”
“Task 4: You are to do everything in your power to make sure that you suck every guy’s cock and to make sure that you make them cum. Under no circumstance will you allow them to fuck you. That is reserved for my pleasure only for the time being.”
“Task 5: You are to message me every time a man approaches you. You are to ask if you may call me so that I can chat to them while you are sucking them off.”
“Task 6: You are to ask that they take pics of you sucking their cocks and you are to send these pics to me immediately after each man has left you.”
“Task 6: You are under no circumstances allowed to touch yourself in any way. I will instruct the men to do so if I so desire.”
“Task 7: You are to do everything in your power to have more than one man at a time. I want pictures of you with at least 2 men and possibly more at the same time. You will be given 3 weeks to accomplish this task.”
“Task 8: I want to see pics of you covered in cum. On any given day you must find at least 8 men to cum all over you so that I can see that you are a true little faggot whore.”
“Task 9: You will start using a plug every day for at least 3 hours a day at work. I will want pictures sent to me each day by no later than 11am.”
“Task 10: At the end of each week, you will submit to me a full report of the weeks happenings and this report must be fully comprehensive and inclusive of all details.
SIGNED MASTER.
“There you go faggot, do you understand what is required of you?” I was speechless and could not even muster a yes Master. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND FAGGOT?” sternly from Master. “Yes Master”, I replied. “Good, now you can go, I am done with you for today.” I walked back inside, packed my sissy bag, turned to master and thanked him and hurriedly left.
Back in the safety of my car, oblivious to the feel and smell of my cum soaked clothing, I sat debating with myself if this was a good idea or if I should just walk away now. My mind was everywhere but nowhere. By the time I was halfway home, I realized that I had to admit that although scary as hell, I had never been so excited before, and made to cum so much and multiple times so close together. I was learning more and more about myself and before I reached home, I had made the decision to go along and to just enjoy each moment and experience until it made no sense or put me in jeopardy in any way. Fuck, just running the tasks through my mind and seeing all those cocks in my future, had my hormones starting to climb the walls again. So much cock to pleasure, oh my …………………………….
