I, Jay, stood before Libby, my Mistress, in her bedroom. The pink lace panties she had given me to wear hugged my muscular frame, a stark contrast to my usual attire. I was her sissy slave, a role I reveled in behind closed doors, a secret that gave me a thrill like no other.
"On your knees, slave," Libby commanded, her voice husky with desire. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in anticipation. She straddled my face, her bare pussy inches from my lips. "Worship me," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with lust.
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted of sweet nectar, a flavor that was uniquely hers. I lapped at her, my tongue tracing the contours of her pussy, exploring every crevice and fold. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned, her hips bucking against my face. I felt her clit swell under my tongue, her orgasm building. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue moving faster, my lips sucking at her clit. She cried out, her body trembling as she came, her juices coating my face.
She dismounted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You did well, slave," she praised, her fingers trailing down my chest. She cupped my balls, her grip tightening. "But you forgot about these," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
I gasped as she squeezed, the pain shooting through me. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I managed to choke out. She released me, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You'll have to make it up to me," she said, her eyes flicking to the cock cage on the bedside table.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. I had worn the cage before, a symbol of my submission to her. It was a humiliating and painful experience, but one that I craved. I nodded, my eyes pleading. She smiled, her hand reaching for the cage.
She fastened the cage around my dick, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. "Good slave," she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of the cage. "Now, worship my ass," she ordered, turning around.
I leaned forward, my tongue tracing the curve of her ass. I licked and sucked, my tongue delving into her ass. She moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. I felt her ass clench around my tongue, her orgasm building.
She came with a cry, her body trembling. I continued to worship her, my tongue cleaning every inch of her. She dismounted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You did well, slave," she praised, her fingers tangling in my hair.
She led me to the corner, her grip firm. "You fucked up earlier," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You'll watch me masturbate as punishment." I nodded, my heart pounding.
She sat on the bed, her fingers tracing her pussy. She moaned, her fingers moving faster. I watched, my dick straining against the cage. She came with a cry, her juices coating her fingers.
"Clean me up," she ordered, her eyes gleaming. I leaned forward, my tongue lapping at her fingers. I tasted her, my dick straining against the cage. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"Good slave," she murmured, her fingers tracing my lips. "You've earned your reward." She reached for the key, her fingers unlocking the cage. My dick sprang free, hard and aching.
She straddled me, her pussy hovering over my dick. "Fuck me," she ordered, her eyes gleaming. I thrust up, my dick sliding into her. She moaned, her nails digging into my chest.
I fucked her, my thrusts hard and fast. She moaned, her pussy clenching around my dick. I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I came with a cry, my dick spurting into her.
She dismounted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You did well, slave," she praised, her fingers tracing my lips. "You've earned your reward." I smiled, my heart pounding. I was her sissy slave, a role I reveled in. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
