This evening Mistress allowed me the pleasure of riding my dildo with one condition. As soon as I get an erection I must immediately stop and be put back in chastity until she permits me to give it another try.
It goes without saying I am forbidden from touching my pathetic
little clitty while doing so. She says this method will continue until I am
able to dribble my sissy cream from pussy stimulation only like a properly
Below is a 10 second clip of my first attempt. Anyone want to make a guess at how long I lasted? Additional videos will be uploaded soon!
Sasha wasn’t given the opportunity to speak as her Mistress lowered her engorged cunt into position onto her face. The putrid smell of her owners sex coated Graces mound in a viscus mixture destined for her sissies consumption.
“Come on now, Sasha. Do just as we’ve practiced all those previous times. Don’t force Brad to get out the Hypno Cloud for poor performance. I know you still remember the last time you were forced to wear it.” Sasha did remember her week with the Hypno Cloud, it was seven day’s she would never forget or want to experience again, and all three of them knew that. Before she could dwell on it though, her mind kicked into gear as Grace’s mound seated itself on her face. Sasha stuck out her tongue as a drop of cum oozed from her vagina. As she sucked down her first taste of Brad, Grace grasped a fistful of her hair in each hand and pulled her in closer, cutting her breathing short as her nose was pushed firmly into Graces groin. Sasha explored the recesses of her ex-lovers warm pussy in the only way she was now permitted. Grace’s once sweet taste of yesteryear was defiled and corrupted by another man’s cum she was now forced to consume as her reward for their love.
Grace bucked her hips up and down her sissies face as Sasha’s tongue eagerly scooped out the seed implanted within Mistress. Her head raced and breath grew short as Sasha pressed all the right buttons for Mistress’ pleasure alone. Months of punishments and practice have turned her into a masterful cunnilingus sex machine. Sasha had no problems bringing Grace to multiple orgasms with her expertly trained tongue, each one supplying yet another mouthful to swallow.
“Live vicariously through me.” Grace’s words from training reverberated inside her head. “Accept my orgasm as your own.” As Grace came again, their mixture of fluids were deposited into Sasha’s eagerly waiting mouth for immediate consumption. The lewd sucking and slurping sounds that filled the voids between Grace’s moans were suddenly interrupted when Brad tapped the cage adorning her button of a clitty.
“That’s enough for now you two.” He interjected before continuing to speak again. “Sasha is creating quite the mess between her legs, Grace. We wouldn’t want our little girl to have an accident, would we Sasha?” His imposing figure towered over her petite and weak body as she laid underneath Grace on the bed. Growing impatient for her response, he raised his brows and stared deep into her eyes for an answer.
“But Sir…” she gazed back at him with her best puppy dog eyes. “…you said I had been a good girl for the past year and would be allowed cummies. I…” Sasha stopped herself from continuing as the realization of what had just transpired occurred to her small mind. She had been allowed the cummies she was promised, they just weren’t hers. It was at this point she understood the true meaning of Grace’s words.
“Live vicariously through me. Accept my orgasm as your own.”
After Mistress caught Sasha trying to rub her clitty she pulled out all the stops to punish her. For 48 hours Sasha was forced to wear three diapers, three stuffers, plastic foam diaper cover, and the bondage mitts shown below.
To add insult to her predicament, Mistress removed her chastity cage and told her she would allow her cummies all week if she could manage to get herself off just one time in 48 hours.
“Since you like to rub yourself so much I’ll give you all weekend to do so. If you can’t manage, then keeping you locked for the next six months only sounds appropriate, don’t you think?”
47 hours later and Sasha hasn’t even managed to give herself a stiffy yet. With tears running down her face Mistress walks into her room as Sasha frantically rubbed herself.
“It looks like you’ll be needing this shortly, darling.” She says as her chastity cage is placed on her bedside table. As Sasha glances over she weeps at the realization that her previous cage has been replaced with a newer model that’s one inch smaller.
After giving Sasha a kiss on the forehead, Mistress leans over the railing of the crib and gives her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back shortly to put it on you, baby girl.”
Mistress grinned as she left the room. The frustrated, desperate, and frantic jingle of her baby’s mitts echoing through the halls of her house.