He loves the whimpering. Does he ever. I can feel it make him harder, every time. And he loves that it's real. He's huge and I never get used to him pushed way up inside of my rear end. I can only get half of him in my mouth without choking--something he amuses himself with from time to time.
He's almost ten inches long and very thick. He had to train me to take it all. He wanted me to the point of him being able to shove it in all the way without having to take his time. He trained me for just that.
He slaps my butt hard. A loud 'SMACK' sounds off the walls in the living room. Then again. Then a third time. I cry out.
"That's it. You hot little bitch, I never get tired of this ass and the submissive sounds you make! You have no idea how good your tight little hole feels opening and closing just around the head of it."
He laughs as he stops playing and toying with just the head of his massive cock and pushes so far up into me I start to squirm, feel myself instinctively pull away. I can't. I cry out. He holds me in place. His fingers dig into my cheeks.
And I never will know how that feels. He keeps me in locked chastity. I'm not even allowed to think about what it would be like to fuck like he does. Not that I would. I'm his sissy and feel it would be inappropriate for me to fuck anyone. He has me tell him that when I do my 'confession' for him. That is for me to do for him. It's not for sissy bitches like me to consider, he reminds me of that all the time. He says masturbation is all a sissy needs and should be happy with that, grateful for.
I'm allowed masturbation but only in front of him and for his amusement. And not often. Sometimes only once a month. He says my chastity keeps me in the proper frame of mind. When I do masturbate it's at his direction. And he has me say things like, 'Daddy, this little thing is only for your fun and games.', or 'Daddy, this is useless. I only have it for you to hold my butt up higher by it.', and on and on. I say things that he's told me to say, things that are almost self-hypnotizing as I struggle to make my soft little thing cum, things I know he loves to hear. He sits and watches while I 'play', while I do my 'dirty little show' as he calls it, offer my 'confession'. Basically just pledge my sissy submission to him. I am told when to fully concentrate and make myself finally cum and drip into his hand after he's through watching me. I know when he tells me to cum I'd better hurry. He just has to say 'Now!' and I know I have three minutes or it's right back into my penis restraint without cumming. He sits and watches it all.
Now he is in me. All the way in me. I'm pinned to the living room floor. Face down, back arched, butt up. He fucks me in long full strokes. The only sound in the room is the messy, slippery lubricant moving all over his erection as he goes in and out of my little hole, and my 'clinking' earrings, me on the floor. That, and my whimpering. Light tears in my eyes and voice. That is the sound he loves.
I am in only pink high heels and pink sissy ruffle top ankle sox. I wear a pink short spikey hair wig, large pink hoop earrings and gloss bright red lipstick. Whore red, as he calls it. I am naked and baby smooth top to bottom. It's what I am full time in his house, naked in wig and heels. The only 'boy clothes' I have are one pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, light jacket and running shoes. No boy underwear, not allowed in his house for me. It's all kept locked in a closet, only unlocked when he sends me out in the world for things. But in his house, I am in what I am in now. Nothing. Sissy femme and ready to be used by him, 24x7. He told me when I agreed to move in with him that I would be a sissy sex toy. And he has made that happen, full-time.
He starts to fuck me harder. I feel him lay down across my back, feel his full weight on me, feel his teeth on my shoulder, feel him grip and pull apart my cheeks in back with both his hands, so far apart it hurts. He's ready to cum. I know him.
