Sarah arrived on Friday afternoon and was going back to Wiltshire on Sunday night, so I was determined to make the most of the time we had together. I met her at Victoria, and we got the tube down to Brixton.

Walking from the station to my flat, Sarah’s eyes were wide open with amazement as she took it all in: the colourful market, Caribbean food shops, and reggae music blasting out from speakers on street corners.

“Babe,” she said, “why are there so many Black guys here?”

I explained to her what Dwen had told me: when his parents had come over from Barbados in the 1950s, they settled in Brixton as the housing was cheap and there were lots of other Caribbean people already there, so the move to England didn’t seem so daunting for them.

“They’re all so friendly,” I reassured her.

It was a hot and breezy summer’s day, and Sarah wore a floaty floral mini dress she’d had for years. It was perhaps a bit small for her now, straining to contain her D-cup breasts and so short it barely covered her ample bottom. She wore high-heeled strappy sandals, which gave a wiggle to her walk and seemed to make her bum stick out even more than usual.

I was aware of whistles and catcalls from behind us. I turned around to see Rolston and Calvin, two Black guys who lived in the neighbourhood and whom I’d gotten to know.

“Hey, guys”, I said, raising my hand for a high five, “how’s it hanging?”

“It’s not hanging, boy,” Rolston said, “it’s fucking rising, watching that bubble-butt snowbunny you’re with. That bitch is built for BBC.”

“Oh, that’s my girlfriend Sarah,” I told him.

‘Snowbunny’ again. ‘BBC’. What did they mean?

“Fuck off!” said Calvin, incredulous. “What the fuck is a hot bitch like her doing with a sissy white boy like you? Look at her showing her phat ass!”

I forced a little laugh; the boys loved to joke around with me like this.

I turned to look at her. She was still walking along, looking this way and that, seemingly unaware that the wind was catching the hem of her dress and lifting it to reveal her bare bottom. I could hardly believe my eyes! Was Sarah not wearing underwear? Saying a quick goodbye to the guys, I rushed after her, their laughter a distant distraction.

“Babe, the wind is lifting your dress. Everyone can see your bum. Are you not wearing knickers?”

“Of course I am!” She was indignant. “What do you think I am, a slut? They’re a new style called ‘Brazilian’, which are cut a little higher. Come on, let’s get back to your flat, and I’ll show you.”

She skipped on ahead, her bottom bouncing, and with the dress blown high around her waist, I caught a glimpse of scalloped pink lace riding way up on her juicy cheeks.

I felt my cock surge in a sudden and unstoppable erection. Fuck, the power this girl had over me. Just a few little flirty words and a flash of her arse and I was practically cumming.

We got to the flat and went straight to the bedroom.

“Oh, baby, I missed you so much,” I said.

“Have you missed this?” she replied, pulling the dress off over her head. My eyes almost popped out of my head. Gone were the modest cotton mini briefs and sensible bra, and in their place were string-sided pink lace micro panties and a matching push-up half-cup bra.

The message seemed clear to me: she’d bought special underwear for a special occasion. Finally, she was giving me her most precious prize. Finally I was going to have the exquisite pleasure of sinking my cock into that tight, hot virgin pussy and flooding her with my seed.

I quickly stripped off to proudly display my throbbing erection.

“Have you missed THIS?”

“Errrr… Paul, have you shrunk? It looks even smaller than I remember.”

“Don’t tease me, Sarah; I’m rock hard and MASSIVE for you.”

“Massive for a thimble, maybe,” she playfully teased me. “Who were those Black guys you were talking to?”

“Oh, that’s Rolston and Calvin; they’re neighbours.”

“They looked MASSIVE, really muscular and powerful. Are they friends of Dwen’s, too?”

“I’m not sure, babe; anyway, enough chat, are you ready for me?”

I moved round behind her, unclipped her bra and took those big tits into my hands. Her nipples were already erect, and I twisted and pulled them in the way I’d watched her do to herself.

“Fuuuukkkk yes,” she moaned, “good little boi.”

My cock was pressed into the cleft of her booty. I bent my knees slightly and angled my hips, hoping to enter her wet cunt from behind, but she broke away and jumped onto the bed.

I was shocked by her pose. On all fours with her bottom pushed up in the air, she looked round at me over her shoulder. Not the look of a shy, pure, virgin princess; more like a brazen, sex-mad bimbo!

“Come on, my little boi, come and pleasure your Queen.”

I had imagined that our first time would be gentle and romantic. The missionary position and candlelight; soft moans and tender kisses – but here she was with her ass in the air begging for it doggy style.

I jumped up onto the bed behind her and slowly peeled off her little Brazilian panties to reveal that perfect pussy, freshly shaven and dripping her love juice down onto the sheets. Her lips were parted, and her beautiful clit was bright pink and swollen.

I moved behind her, taking the fleshy orbs of her bottom in my hands and positioning my pulsating erection at her entrance.

I was about to bury my entire 4 inches into her wetness when she turned and put a hand on my hip to stop me.

“Baby, do you love me?” she asked.

This is it, I thought.

“Oh, Sarah, I love you so much I think I’m going to burst. Are you ready for me?”

“Will you do ANYTHING for me?”

“Yes, my love, ANYTHING.”

“Ok, just wet your tongue on my pussy, lick up some juice, and then stop.”

My cock, my balls and even my anus were now throbbing and swollen with lust; one touch on my cock and I would have cum. She was making me wait, the temptress. But I did as she asked, one long lick, scooping up a mouthful of her sweetness.

“Now”, she said, “dribble it into my hole.”

“Hhuummmhh?” I gurgled the question, my mouth full of her wetness.

“Into my bumhole, babyboi, then lick it out again.”

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning!

Bumhole? She wants me to lick her anus?

My face flushed red, my penis reared up and bounced against my belly in a sudden spasm of arousal, and my own ‘bumhole’ twitched and opened, seeming to moisten and gape.

What she was asking of me was obscene, disgraceful And yet, with my penis pounding and my balls at boiling point, inevitably, I did as she commanded.

I gently pulled apart her firm, full butt cheeks. Her nectar slowly dribbled off my tongue and formed a long wet stream down onto, and then into, that perfect rosebud. As she felt her own juice touch that sacred place, her hole dilated.

Still holding her cheeks spread wide apart, I slowly lowered my face between them.

Her aroma was delicious; a mix of body lotion, her sweet sweat from travelling and the dark honey musk from the depths of her hole.

Anything…

I kissed her anus as I kissed her anywhere. With passion and unconditional love. Gently my lips pressed against the pretty pink hole, then more firmly, deeper. My tongue gently circled her ring, then faster, I heard her moan, “Oh baby…”, and I pushed it inside her, feeling the tight ring loosen to receive me.

Shameless now, lost in the darkest forbidden lust, I pushed it inches into her red-hot hole, then out again, greedy wet licks all up and down her bum crack, swirling around and around that puckered paradise before plunging inside her once more, making her gasp with the force of my tongue fucking.

A sudden and shocking thought, unbidden but undeniable:

Imagine it dripping with Dwen’s hot seed.

I felt her body shift, her hand slide under my chin, and then the rhythmic wet clicking I’d heard before on the phone. With my face buried in her plump behind, I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew what she was doing; she was finger-fucking herself.

My tongue redoubled its efforts. My only thought was to help her cum. Again she was muttering in a low voice, and I could only guess at a few muffled words… “Big boy,” “Mandingo,” “Flood me”… The pace of her fingers quickened, her back arched, she pushed her bum hard into my face, and she started to spasm and shake as her orgasm approached like a runaway juggernaut.

“Don’t stop, bitch; don’t you dare stop!” she shouted, “Oh fuuuukkkkk”, then screamed out, “I’m cumming!” And as jolts of ecstasy wracked her body, I thrust the whole length of my tongue deep into her anus, and there it stayed until, exhausted, she collapsed forwards onto the bed, her hole releasing my tongue with a delicious wet ‘pop’.

I sat back against the headboard. Dazed and almost delirious, my head spinning and my mind blank, still savouring her powerful taste. Soon she came up and fell into my arms. My ‘thimble’ was still fully erect, still pulsing, now wet with precum.

We were both looking down at it. I knew with a sickening certainty that there was zero chance of her going down on me; zero chance of even a handjob. I just knew I would not be allowed a release.

The seeds of understanding were beginning to germinate in my mind.

Suddenly, she flicked it, hard, with her finger. “Paul, we have one tiny problem that needs to be addressed,” she said. “Go and shave your pubes and then take a cold shower. I have the solution.”

In the bathroom, I covered my groin with shaving foam, and then, on instinct, smothered it all over my bum as well. I waited a moment, and then with a few strokes of the razor, it was done. I jumped into the shower and, as she instructed, turned down the heat. The cold water made me shudder; my erection rapidly wilted. I stepped out of the shower and looked at my reflection. I was still skinny but now with a bit of tone on my upper body. Newly shaven, my penis looked minuscule. Circumcised, no more than 1.5 inches in length, as slim as a pencil, with my cockhead glans a small bulbous tip.

Then, as I so often did these days, I twisted around to admire my ass. Big, round, muscular glutes – my ‘peach’, Dwen called it.  Newly smooth, it looked even bigger. I hoped Sarah would like it.

She called me from the living room.

“Come here, Paul; stay nude, please.”

With a sense of trepidation and vulnerability, I did as she asked.

She was sitting on the sofa in a white crop top and little baby blue knickers, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.  I loved her like this, casual and natural, and as I saw her, I felt that golden glow of love radiate from my heart. She smiled at me. “Good little boi, all nice and smooth.” Her eyes dropped to my groin. “You’re absolutely tiny. It’s so pretty.  Come and sit down,” and she patted the cushion beside her.

I noticed a box on the coffee table. Gift-wrapped like a present.

“It’s for you,” she said.

“Oh wow, thank you, babe! You shouldn’t have. Is it a housewarming gift?”

“Open it up, babyboi.”

I tugged at the ribbon and then unwrapped the paper. It was a black suede box with the words ‘House of Denial’ set in gold. Slightly puzzled, I looked at Sarah, but she just smiled and nodded for me to continue.

My puzzlement increased as I looked inside the box. There was a tiny sheath made of clear perspex, a ring of about 1.5” diameter with a button on top, and 2 keys on necklace chains.

“Errrr…What is it, babe?” I asked.

“Stand up, pretty boi, and I’ll show you.”

She took the ring out and moved closer to me. Leaning forward, she gently took hold of my balls. I was frozen to the spot. Was this a game? Placing the ring against my balls, one at a time, she pulled them through. I hadn’t come for seven days in the hope she’d let me fuck her. My balls were swollen and full of sperm. It was a tight squeeze.

My mouth was dry; I couldn’t speak.

Then she pushed my little penis through too. It was a very tight squeeze. Now my cock and balls were both encircled at their base by the clear ring, which she pulled up tight against my body. Sarah looked up at me; she was smiling, a wicked, sexy grin.

“How does that feel, baby?”

I struggled to answer. It felt so tight, my manliness enclosed and encircled. The ring seemed to lift everything up and forward as if my genitals were being deliberately put on display.

Without waiting for a reply, she took the clear sheath from the box. Now that I saw it more closely, I realised that it was shaped like a tiny penis. A 1” shaft and, at the end, a small bulbous bulge with a slit opening.  A sense of unease crept over me.

Sarah looked up at me again. Her eyes were like hellfire, burning with a dark excitement.

“Oh, Sarah,” my tone was pleading.

“Ssshhhhh now.”

She held my balls with her left hand and fitted the tiny sheath onto my tiny cock with her right. It was a perfect fit, as if made to measure.

My 1” ‘shaft’ (my thimble) squeezed into the 1” tube, and my pink glans pushed tightly into the small bulbous tip.

Cinderella

The sheath clicked neatly into place on the ring. She stroked my balls and looked up at me triumphantly.

I felt a sudden surge of arousal and a corresponding rush of blood toward my penis, but it was too late. There was a button with a keyhole on top of the ring. Just as I felt the first exquisite pump of what would have been a powerful erection, she pushed the button down, and with a terrible final ‘click’, the sheath locked onto the ring, and the cage was complete.

The feeling was indescribable. The same violent rush of lust I felt when I ate her pussy (or when I saw Dwen nude), but this time my erection was prevented, forbidden, encased and entrapped. The very symbol of my masculine power defeated and denied. We both watched as my penis pulsed and twitched, turning purple, vibrating with frustration in its forlorn bid to escape.

Sarah reached into the box again and took out the keychains. She put one key into the slot on the button, but instead of turning it to release the lock, she simply looked deep into my eyes, took it out again, and hung both keychains around her neck. The message was crystal clear.

With my brain buzzing, I finally understood the gravity of my position.

She gave my cage a gentle pat and looked up at me. “There, that’s better. No more of those little erections that were tormenting you.” She held my gaze, waiting.

I held the cage in my hand. I could feel the spasms of my suppressed erection, feel the sperm churning in my balls. My perineum was rock hard and swollen beneath.

Softly, but crisply, she slapped my face.

“No touching!”

“Thank you, Sarah.” My voice was barely audible, even in the silence of the room.

My penis was a prisoner in its see-through cell. Solitary confinement. I was trembling as I wondered about the length of my sentence.

“This size is called ‘Nano’, Paul. It’s the smallest size they make.  Do you you what ‘Nano’ means?”

In slow motion, I shook my head.

“It’s from the Greek word ‘Nannos’, meaning ‘dwarf’.”

She looked deep into my eyes.  Into my soul.  My ‘dwarf’ was pounding.  A solitary tear escaped from my eye and ran slowly down my cheek.

She stood up and wiped it away.  She stripped off her top and trousers. In just her tiny pink knickers and her strappy heels, she came into my arms. We kissed deeply and with a passion that exceeded anything that had gone before. Her nipples were rock hard as they brushed against my chest. Both of us dropped our hands onto the other’s bum. She clasped my buttocks and pulled me towards her, my cage pushing against her mound. I felt a strange sense of freedom. No longer would I need to worry about when she’d let me take her cherry. The answer was evident: Never.

She broke the kiss but held my gaze. “I’m so proud of you, sweet baby bitchboi. Never forget how much I love you.” I couldn’t speak; it felt like my heart was having an orgasm.

She fondly stroked my bum. “Paul, your ass is huge!”

“Yes, I’ve been working hard at the gym.”

“It’s as big as mine!” she exclaimed. “Let’s compare.”

She ran to the bedroom and was quickly back holding another pair of her Brazilian panties, these ones in lilac.

“Put these on.”

“Sarah, really? You want me to wear your undies?”

“Come on, babe! It’s just a bit of fun. I want to see who’s got the best bubble butt.”

Obediently, I wriggled into them. My caged boybits bulged through the sheer front fabric, the string sides sat snug on my hips, and the tiny triangle of the Brazilian back seemed to disappear into my bum cleft with just a small sweep of lace covering only the very top of each cheek.

I was in my own world.  I adjusted the sides, pulling them slightly higher to feel the lace move further into my crack. They felt so good.

Sarah had kicked off her heels. “You look lovely, baby. Put these on too.”

Of course I obliged. Lucky I had such tiny feet. I just about squeezed into them and stood up unsteadily.

“Come on”, she said, “let’s go and compare.”

There was a big mirror in my bedroom, and she pushed me ahead to lead the way.

A switch had flicked inside my head. All resistance had evaporated. Just harmless role play, sexy and fun, and I was enjoying my role as Mistress's little sissyboi. I walked down the hallway in her strappy heels with tiny little steps, one foot crossing in front of the other, and I felt my hips swinging and my bum wiggling. The weight of the cage was a delicious torture, and my swollen perineum was a reminder of my stifled erection.

“Oh, you fucking SLUT!” Sarah’s voice behind me. I gave her a flirty look over my shoulder and was rewarded by a playful spank on my derrière that made my ass cheeks jiggle.

We reached the bedroom, and we both stood in front of the mirror to compare. Neither of us could believe our eyes. Apart from the pink on her and the lilac on me, we were identical. Both plump and phat. Both smooth and round. 2 perfect peaches. 2 booty babes.

In the mirror’s reflection I caught a glimpse of two unfamiliar things on my bedside table. A small plastic bottle and a much bigger black object that I didn’t recognise. It had a narrow tip, then flared out alarmingly in the middle before tapering back in at its base, which itself was a wide flange. The whole thing was about 8” high.

Just at that moment Sarah grabbed my shoulders and pushed me forward onto the bed. Off balance from the heels, I landed on all fours with my head down and bottom high in the air.

She came up on the bed behind me. “That’s it, you slut; head down, ass up like a good sissyboi.” I felt her hands on my bum, caressing my butt cheeks and then one delicate finger tracing a line all along my cleft, over the lace wedged into my crack. Suddenly she pulled down the panties, exposing my ass. Her hand reached underneath me and squeezed my swollen balls.

I cried out in... well, in what? Agony or ecstasy? Pleasure or pain? The whole cage was literally bouncing up and down between my legs; such was the ferocity of the throbbing pumps of blood trying – in vain – to make my penis escape its 1” confinement.

I cried out again. Begging for mercy or begging for more? I didn’t even know the answer myself.

Sarah reached over to the bedside table, and a moment later I felt a cool, viscous liquid drip down onto the very top of my ass crack. Slowly, so deliciously slowly, it dribbled down until – with me moaning with pleasure and anticipation – it reached my anus and entered my hole.

“Oh fuuukkkkkk,” I heard my princess whisper, “you’re gaping already, you cock-crazed bitch.”

I was beyond the point of no return; I’d crossed the threshold into another world; I was deep down the rabbit hole with no hope of escape.

I knew what was coming next. I now knew what that other object was. With my cruelly constrained minidick still pulsing with volcanic intensity, I arched my back and tried to open myself as wide as I could for what I knew to be coming.

She took her time; she teased me. She made me beg. Slapping my balls and making the whole cage swing between helplessly between my legs, another drizzle of the lube, and then, finally, I felt the tip of the butt plug against my entrance.

I squeezed my anal lips tightly to kiss its tip. “Oh babyboi,” I heard her say, “I hadn’t realised you were sooooo ready.”

I looked back over my shoulder, caught her gaze, and said, “I’m ready, my Queen.”

Immediately I felt it push deeper inside my hole – inside my pussy. I felt myself stretched wide and gasped in shock. Another drizzle of the lube dripping slowly down my bottom, and then, “Oh!” another deeper push. The flared girth of the silicone plug was surely going to split me open.

“Open wide for me, sissy boi, open wide, you sexy slut.” I consciously tried to abandon my body’s natural resistance to this enormous invasion.

Another push, and this time the full width of the giant toy pulled my boycunt so wide open that another single millimetre would have torn me apart completely.

And she left it like that, on the edge of the abyss, for what seemed an hour but was probably a minute, before applying just the lightest touch now needed to push the plug past my pussy’s tight entrance and be swallowed up into the hot cavern beyond.

All the tension and longing that had built up within me was suddenly released as I felt my lips close up and tighten around the plug’s base, and my boipussy filled so deeply inside. My head jerked back, and I screamed out in astonishment as the girth of the plug crashed into my G-spot and my quivering clittycock erupted in an involuntary and constricted orgasm, my prostate contracting explosively and my juice dripping out of the cage and into Sarah’s hand as she reached round to squeeze my balls and slap the cage even as I was in the very act of cumming.

I collapsed on the bed, speechless and shocked. What had even happened?

After a few moments, Sarah softly called my name. She was sitting up at the head of the bed. In her hand she held a small black device, like a miniature TV remote control.

I crawled up to her and put my head on her lap. She gently stroked my hair and in a whisper said, “There, there, it’s ok babyboi, you’re safe with me. You’ve just had your first sissygasm.”

Sissygasm

I accepted the word without protest. I knew that I’d gone through another door, which had then locked shut behind me. Another irreversible step on this thrilling, mysterious journey.

My head was resting on her knickers. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable. I was overwhelmed by the desire to thank her in the only way I knew how. I raised myself onto my hands and knees, and she knowingly spread her legs. Holding her gaze, I slowly removed those pretty pink panties, slid my arms under her thighs, and began to feast on her sweetness.

My ass was raised and still so full. As I made love to Sarah with my mouth, my peewee began to harden again, immediately constrained by the perspex walls of its tiny prison. Her swollen clitoris was demanding attention from my tongue, but I teased her, made her wait, licking up and down from the edge of her anus to just below that big pink bean, her juices flowing like a river over my face.

Finally, and with a salacious glance up into her pretty face, I flicked my tongue across her clit and started to slowly circle it. I knew this drove her wild, and she was soon bucking and writhing. But right on the brink of her climax, she pushed my head away, and with a theatrical wave of the little black box, she pressed a button.

Now it was my turn to buck and writhe. The butt plug was evidently a remote control device. Deep in my boypussy I felt rhythmic vibrations. My G-spot was massaged exquisitely, and my anus quivered in time with the movement.

My head fell back, and I opened my mouth in a silent cry of sexual pleasure. Almost immediately I began to feel myself cumming again – cumming inside like a girl.

What had she called it? A sissygasm?

Spasms and contractions of an undreamed-of intensity pulsed through my whole body, and my ‘dwarf’ began to tremble in its cage, my thin juice dripping from the confines of its cell.

Sarah yelped in delight, “Oh, babyboi, your pussy is made to be fucked, made to be fucked by a Big Black Cock”

What she was saying was unthinkable and appalling, but I was beyond caring; all that mattered were the endless waves of sissy joy that were crashing through my bum, my balls and my swollen, tiny, useless little penis.

Sarah clicked the remote again, and the vibrations stopped abruptly. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I knew the game she was playing. Once more, I hungrily buried my head between her thighs.

Her clit was now massively erect, and I took it between my lips and sucked, greedy sucking, soon augmented by my swirling tongue circling her hardness. Her fingers rolled her nipples, and she started to cry out, unintelligible, primal sounds of extreme sexual arousal. Her breathing was rapid, and her hole was starting to pulse, and I thought, “This is it; she’s going to cum,” but at that moment, and with a cry of anguish, she once more broke away from my mouth, held up the remote control, and with a wild, rabid look on her face this time, pressed the button 3 times in quick succession.

This time, there were no gentle vibrations. This time, the massive plug erupted inside me with seismic force. Thunderous, pounding jerks and thrusts, the plug seemed alive inside me, moving up and down, back and forth, crashing into my prostate and stretching my anal canal, an incredible, sensational fullness, my girlgasms unstoppable, their intensity unbearable, my G-spot throbbing, red raw and sore, my boibit spitting and slashing its juice from the end of its cage.

My eyes had closed, my mind a total blank. I had lost all control, and I heard a disembodied voice within me cry out.

“Fuck me, Dwen! Fuck me with your Big Black Cock!”

As the words died on my lips, suddenly a ‘click’, and my heavenly torment was brought to an end. Sarah pulled my head into her molten cunt, and this time there was no pulling back from the brink; her need to cum was urgent now.

Her head thrashed back and forth as she ground her pussy into my face. I could barely breathe as she used my mouth. Her body started to shake, then jolt, then went completely rigid for a second before, with a banshee wail, her orgasm tore through her, her young cunt quivering before releasing jets of gushing juices, flooding over my face, down my throat and soaking our bed completely.

I stayed between her thighs with my lips lightly kissing her labia until I felt her go completely limp, and I knew that her climax was complete. Taking the lube, I went through to the bathroom and gently, slowly removed the huge black plug. It made a gorgeous “plop” sound as it finally came free, and my encaged thimbledick throbbed painfully once more as I felt the massive void within me and my stretched and gaping sissyhole. My balls felt hollow and weightless, like two empty eggshells.

When I returned to the bedroom, Sarah was waiting for me. Her smile was simply radiant, and her eyes sparkled with love. I felt my heart swell with adoration and with pride; this goddess was my queen, and she’d chosen me as her special boi. She welcomed me into her loving arms, and silently – no words were needed – we fell asleep.