I can't go back.
As I frantically searched through the desk drawers, rifling through file after file, that thought looped through my mind incessantly. Her office is simple, functional, almost minimalistic; I had hoped it would be easy to find the exam draft, but ten minutes had passed since I lockpicked the door and I was starting to panic. My ears were ringing so loudly I was afraid I wouldn't hear it if someone opened the door, and the shaking in my hands were not helping with the search.
I open the dark wooden cupboard next to the glass display case holding her awards and commendations. She is certainly an incredible woman, there were more accomplishment on display than I had games in my Steam library, I thought absently as I fruitlessly scan the contents of the cupboard. I couldn't understand why such a gifted researcher would settle for teaching freshman medicine.
Nearing the end of my wits, I glanced at the only place I hadn't checked yet, a cabinet on top of the glass case. At my meagre stature of 5'6, I could only just reach the handle. With the looping thought still doing rounds in my head, I reluctantly pulled the visitor chair over and climbed onto it. Guilt was still eating away at me as I picked the small lock, but I had to press on; having been sick and unable to study at all for the last two weeks, I was not going to pass the exam the next day, let alone hold on to my scholarship.
I picked out the first file in the cabinet, struggling to breath and almost unable to read the words, I slowly realized that I was holding the thing I was looking for. Shakily, I go to the camera app on my phone, and started taking pictures while the built-in flashlight illuminated the pages. I was on the third page when the phone slipped out of my hand. Instinctively, I reach down to catch it, and my legs suddenly gave out. I fall over and clash my head against the floor, and the world fade away as the thought continue to loop.
*****
When I woke up I could immediately tell that I was in a hospital bed, my mind felt unusually clear. What wasn't clear was how I got there. A few minutes later, while I contemplated whether my break-in was some kind of dream, I had a visitor. Ms Freya Walker, my professor, who had no connection with me, whose office I realized I must have really broke into.
She smiled at me as the ringing in my ears returned.
"You look well," she said. "Even better than usual. Strange given what you just went through."
Ms Walker turned and thanked the nurse who walked in after her, asked about my condition, and left rather quickly after telling me to come see her the next Monday. I found out as I was discharged later that afternoon that she had paid for my bill, and after that came home to an email telling me that my exam has been deferred to Friday, two days later. I contemplated for a few minutes, then deleted the pictures in my phone.
*****
Monday, I knocked on the door with mixed feelings, and entered when I heard her.
"You look well," Ms Walker said while gesturing for me to sit. I awkwardly sat down in the visitor chair. She pressed a button, and I could hear a click come from the door.
"Thank you," I managed, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "Thank you for uh, the hospital too. I just, I don't understand why..." I trailed off.
"I will be direct." She stood up gracefully. She wasn't some Viking giantess but... she was still quite a few inches taller than me. Her hand reached out the grasp the chair as she leaned over me, close enough the smell of shampoo from her dark hair, trimmed near the ear, reached my nose. Her office shirt and pants appeared simple at first glance, but seemed to be tailored to accentuate her body, and I couldn't help being a little distracted.
"You broke into my office and my cabinets and looked through my files, and took pictures of the exam. This was all recorded by the way," she said pointing to a camera in the corner of the ceiling that I did not notice before. I thought I would stop breathing right there.
"That is enough to dismiss you from the university, ruin any chance of you getting in somewhere else, and even enough to send you to prison," she said simply and unemotionally, but the words shook me to my core. She paused, seemingly took a gulp before continuing.
"But that hasn't happened yet, and it will not happen..." she said, getting even closer, her piercing grey eyes locking onto mine "...if you give yourself to me."
"Wha- what do you mean?" Instead of answering, her other hand reached out to touch my body, feeling along my chest and stomach, which was shamefully never as muscular as other boys and probably too soft. Then she pressed her lips onto mine.
It was simple at first, then she lifted me off the seat with surprising strength, and pulled me against her body; she was not exactly well endowed, but her soft and womanly figure nonetheless felt quite comfortable. I could only stand there limply, with my eyes closed, as her tongue pushed in to mingle with my own. Shocked as I was, it wasn't an altogether unpleasant ordeal, yet.
I jolted when I felt her hand grabbing my butt, caressing, but I couldn't stop her. Naturally, I began to feel a reaction in my pants, and I shifted my hip worried that it would poke against her, but my unease compounded when I felt something hard pressing against me. She finally pulled back a little so we could both breath.
"I need you to understand your position," she said, her body still pressed on mine. "I know where you come from. I know you have no one. I hold the power to remove you from this university, bar you from medicine, and send you to prison. You have no choice but to obey me."
I nodded heavily as I looked up into her eyes, feeling a grow sense of strangeness.
"Since I hold your secret, I can let you in on mine," she whispered as she pressed her hip harder into me, and I could clearly feel something hard pushing into my stomach. My heart started pounding and I was struggling to breath again. She finally let go of me and went back to her chair.
"Come here," she said, and pointed down at her feet. I stiffly walked over, and after a second of deafening silence, she ordered me again. "On your knees."
I obeyed. She stood up, undid her belt, unzipped and dropped her pants. I knew what was coming, but I was still shocked by the size. Her... cock... was long, thick, and I could feel the heat on my face, it was like a dildo you see in porn. Mine in comparison was... almost seem like a different thing entirely. She sat back down, leaning back comfortably.
"Stick your tongue out and start licking. The entire thing," she commanded. Taking a deep breath, slightly regretting it when the smell hits me, I closed my eyes and extended my tongue shyly, and reached forward until with a jump I tasted her cock. The taste was difficult to describe, all I could think of was that it was a bit salty, and taste like it smelled. I felt her hand tap my face, reminding me, and I started moving.
At first, I licked up and down the shaft, my eyes still shut tight. After a few seconds, she rolled her seat up closer to me, and pressed the side of her cock to my tongue.
"Move it more. If you can't pleasure me properly, I might decide to give up on you. You know this and worse will happen to you in prison, right?" She said in a soft voice, but the threat was unmistakable. With the fear of the consequences flooding back into my mind, I started licking with more energy, trying to remember how it goes in porn.
"Ok, that's enough," she said, but before I could feel relief, she continued: "Now I want you to start sucking."
My breath quickening, I lean forward blindly and my lips kissed the cockhead. Rearing back momentarily, I opened my mouth, and let the cock in. Her cock was very thick, making my jaw ache a little as I slowly move up and down the tip. She moaned softly, and gently put her hand on my head.
"Go deeper," she said with a moan, and I tried to go down even more, but it was really a struggle. Not entirely willingly, I open my eyes to see that I barely had half of her cock in my mouth. I sloppily continued to move, up and down, her cock becoming wet with my saliva, which was starting to drip down my chin and neck.
After a little while, she started breathing more heavily as well. Her hand that was resting on my head suddenly moved to the back and pressed, hard. My eyes widened as her cock reaches deep and hits my throat, and I gag. I pull back, but before I could spit it out, she pushes my head down again, making my eyes water.
"Look at me." Hesitantly, I peer up and lock eyes with her, which seems to make her more excited.
"Oh my, yes, that's the expression I like. That scrunched up brow, that droopy, pleading eye. You don't know how much I fantasized about this ever since I saw you."
Painfully, I continued the blowjob, the cock reaching my throat with each move. In the next few minutes, what felt like an eternity, the only sound was her moaning, my gagging, and the wet sound of me sucking her cock.
"Umph, I'm cumming," she said alarmingly, and started moving my head a bit faster. I grunted pathetically as I struggle to keep up. Then, without further warning, she grasp my head with both hands and dragged my head all the way down her shaft, ejaculating into my throat despite my wordless protest. She didn't let go until I was near the point of fainting.
"Listen, do not spit any of it out," she said sternly as she pulled out, and I froze, fighting the urge to do exactly that. Her semen was thick, sticky, and I could smell it through my mouth.
"Open your mouth and show me." With tears still in my eyes, I show her the pool of cum still in my mouth, knowing and dreading what comes next. She sticks her index finger in and swirled the cum around, massaging my tongue as she does.
"Good boy, now swallow it." I hesitate for a second or two, decided swallowing was better than continuing to taste it, and gulped down the thick fluid. She reached out and gingerly opened my mouth with her thumb, and was satisfied to observe my now empty mouth.
Ms Walker wiped off her penis and pulled up her pants as I shakily wipe off my drool with the tissue she handed me. I felt like crying more tears when I wiped at my eyes. Surprisingly, she knelt down and pulled me into a hug, and started patting my head gently.
"You did good, I know it is your first time and it was hard, and I'm sorry if you were scared," she whispered gently despite her earlier ferocity. "I promise you, as long as you obey me and be a good boy, I will never betray you." I nodded weakly as I buried my head in her breasts, trying not to break down. I knew, more clearly than I'd have liked, that I could do nothing, and that there were more to come.
Ms Walker pulled back, and furrowed her brow, seeming to consider something for a second.
"That is enough for today. But before I let you go, I need to lay down some rules." She sat in her chair again, and I remained on my knees, feeling defeated.
"One, you will obey my every command; whenever, wherever, and whatever I say."
I nodded.
"Two, you will not try to betray me."
I nodded.
"If you disobey me or try to betray me, I will punish you."
I scrunched up my eyes and nodded again.
"You are mine now, my slave, my toy, my... bitch, my little slut. So from now on whenever we are alone, you will call me master. Do you understand?"
I nodded, and after swallowing hard, I answered.
"Yes, master."
*****
The next day, after my part-time job, I brought myself to Ms Walker's apartment. She had wanted me to go in the afternoon, but was willing to let me finish work first. I needed that job, since I had to support my own living, and felt somewhat grateful she didn't force me to call out.
I ring the doorbell, and it didn't take long for her to open the door and let me in. Her home was similar in style to her office, but the colors were warmer. She was wearing a sports bra, and a pair of shorts made of similar material, both complimenting her figure well. My heart fluttered for a moment, somewhat to my own dismay, at the sight of a woman of my dreams.
Well, almost. My eyes quickly notice the bulge in her shorts. She must have been very excited to see me.
Ms Walker ushered me through her apartment, all the while smelling amazing despite obviously having been working out just moments ago. As soon as we entered the bedroom, she turned me around and clutches my face, studying the uneasy shy expression I must've been carrying.
"You have a pretty face, you know?" She purred softly. "I will be taking your first time today."
She kissed me, gently at first like last time, holding my shoulders. Then with a little force, she moved me against the wall and grabs my wrists, pinning me. Her tongue broke into my mouth again and intertwined with mine, her smell assaulted me simultaneously, melting my mind. This continued for almost ten minutes, until suddenly my legs half gave out and I collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Strip, everything," she said, as I get back on my feet, and stared at me expectantly as I silently started to take off my shirt.
"Oh, uh, yes master," I said, remembering, and she nodded with satisfaction. I hesitated when I reached my underwear, but against her stare I could undress further. She circled and examined me as I stood there, naked, instinctively covering my privates and my chest for some reason.
"Wow, you really do have a... girly body," she mused, making me wish I could just fall into a hole where I stand. "No discrimination but... hmm yes, not a lot of muscle, soft skin, narrow waist and even small shoulders..." She took in a shuddering breath.
"I couldn't have wished for a more perfect, cute little boy."
I was having mixed feelings, but like only one part positive from the compliment, and nine parts wanting to die.
"Not to mention..." she pulls my hands away and touches my penis. "Mm, you poor boy, might have been better if you were born a girl."
"I am a man!" I protested.
"You are my bitch," she retorted, pinching my chin in her fingers, making me shut up and look away. "Ok, now we have to do some preparation. Let's go to the toilet."
In her toilet adjoining her bedroom, I was bent over the sink, and as I watched through the mirror she took out a syringe, but the type that has a thick outlet rather than a needle. Confused, I asked her what that was for.
"This is your first time, in case some... accident happen, we need to prepare you." Seeing that I wasn't satisfied with the answer, she added: "I'm going to give you an enema to clean you out."
The words took a second to sink in, but I yelped and turned around just before she continued.
"Wait wait, do we, do we really have to do this?"
"Need I remind you?" She said with a sigh. I'm sure I was becoming pale as blood drained from my face, but I couldn't say another word.
"Turn around and lean over. Next time, there won't be just a warning. I will have to punish you." She rubbed her finger on my butthole as she spoke, making me wince. Her finger was wet, and sticky, I realized then that the liquid inside the syringe was some sort of lubricant. Before I could mentally prepare myself, she pushed the long, thin tube extending from the syringe into my butt.
I shook as the tube extended in, and soon felt something cold spreading inside me. I breathed shallow and quick breathes as the liquid seem to fill my stomach, and after what felt like a long time she finally pulled the tube out when the syringe was empty. I had not yet eaten, so nothing other than the liquid came out, and after trying a while making sure, I got into the shower.
When I came out, she ordered me to lie down on the bed.
"Stop covering yourself. Put your hands up and relax." she ordered. I put my hands up, feeling very exposed, and shut my eyes as she lifted my knees and spread open my legs.
I felt the her finger, playing around the rim of my butthole, then rubbing it, making me tense up. Seeing that, she climbs onto the bed, and starts kissing me, all the while rubbing my hole. Eventually, I lost myself in the moment, and started to relax.
Her finger slipped in, exploring, rubbing in and out. It felt weird, and I couldn't help tensing up a little, but I soon adapted to that as well and relaxed. Another finger was added to the movement, and she played with my hole with increasing excitement. Thrusting, rubbing, stretching, I was starting to feel... weird.
"That's a good expression," she said. I was in a daze, my hands lay over my head and my face and body had gone slack. I felt warm, and actually comfortable.
"I'm going to put it in now," she announced, with me barely registering, and as the head of her cock sinks into my butthole, I suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and tensed up.
"W-wai-" I tried to stop her, but her cock slid in before I could finish the word, and I flinched back as it pushed in. Without another word she started moving, and I groaned with exertion as her cock slid back and forth in my butt, stretching it. Suddenly, with a jolt, I felt something strange, and moaned.
"Ah, I found your g-spot," she grinned at my confused face, and then thrusted again, harder this time, making me yelp.
"Ok, now relax, I'm going to go all the way." Before I could respond, she thrusted her cock deep into me, sliding all the way in until I felt her thighs against my butt. My eyes flipped up, and my hands grabbed at the sheets, and she continued to thrust, each time rubbing against my prostate, making me moan in strange pleasure.
Her thrusts became more regular, and as I became tired my arms went limp and fell back over my head. Weak moans were coming out of my mouth each time she clapped against my cheeks, it was a soft, effeminate voice that I didn't recognize. At some point, she began playing with my nipples, rubbing and pinching them one at a time, and for whatever reason that felt good as well.
"Good girl," she panted, cupping my cheek and then sticking her thumb into my mouth, and my tongue danced with it without a thought. She moved her hand and flicked my penis, which was already dripping with fluids, making me twitch.
"You really are made for this, getting this turned on from getting fucked in the ass. Lets see if you can go all the way." With that, she grabbed my waist and started to speed up and pump even harder. My moaning turned into panting as my body struggled to keep up with the pleasure, my heart beating loud in my ear.
"Does it feel good?" She grunted, clearly reaching her limit.
"Ye-yes," I mumbled.
"Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass, even though you're a boy?" She asked again, slapping my dick, sending a jolt of pleasure through my hip.
"It feels good!" I almost screamed, my voice not my own, spilling out the truth without my consciousness holding it back. "Getting fucked feels good!"
"Then you're not a boy anymore," she said, suddenly stopping, then thrusting all the way in as she yelled: "You're my sissy girl now!"
Her cock grinded along my anus, driving into my spot on the way, and as she pumps her cum into me, cum came spurting out of my dick too, spraying over me, as I orgasm harder than I ever had.
"I am... your sissy girl..." I whimpered as my lower body twitch and go limp, and as she pulled out I could feel the warm fluid gushing out of my hole. I could do nothing but lie there, eyes unfocused in a daze of pleasure.
Before I fell asleep in the warmth of the bed from exhaustion however, I felt something touch my butt again, I glanced down to see her push her cock into my butthole again.
I did not manage a protest, couldn't make a sound, before the pleasure came crashing back into me, making me moan again.
She continued to fuck and cum in my ass, sometimes pulling out and jerking her cum onto my body. It seemed to never run out. Every once in a while I would cum with her, but what came out of me couldn't be compared to the thick juice that was made to conquer me.
After some time, I couldn't tell how long exactly, she pulled out for the last time. Her cum spurting out of my hole and pooling on the thick sheet she had laid down in the beginning. I was completely drenched in cum, bit of mine and a lot of hers. I could not feel any part of my body.
"Can't be helped, it is your first time after all, and you did do very well," I vaguely heard her say, before feeling my body lifted up and moved to the bathroom. She placed me lightly into the tub and sat down with me. Hot water washed over me soothingly, while she rubbed me up and down with a sponge. I twitched helplessly as she cleaned by privates, and she seemed to enjoy my reaction and I suspect prolonged it somewhat.
*****
The next morning, a Saturday, I woke up to the pleasant smell of something cooking. I wobbled into the kitchen, still somewhat numb from the previous night, and greeted my master.
"Morning to you too," she chirped happily, and gestured for me to sit as she laid out breakfast.
"I don't usually have these..." I mumbled as I ate.
"What, eggs?"
"Breakfast."
She was silent for some time, then she reached over and patted my head, so kindly I could melt.
"You are mine."
"Yes, master."
"Then tomorrow you will move in here."
I stopped moving my fork, though the food was enticing me to continue.
"Can I?"
"That is an order," she said, and turned her gaze away. "Just so you know, that means I will have you here to take care of my needs everyday, all day."
I nodded, deciding not to think too hard on it, and instead focused on the amazing food. My new life can wait until tomorrow.
------X------
She's locking eyes with me again.
Every time she does, I can sense her smiling mischievously behind the passive mask, which was very well kept, betraying only the slightest lift at the edge of her lips. I squirm a little every time she does as well, which only makes her enjoy it more, I imagine.
The lecture hall is dim since maste- I mean Ms Walker is presenting a slideshow, but I constantly feel people looking at me, making me want to shrink and hide like a small critter. I hope these are the open minded types; if someone comes up to me and ask me why I'm in drag I think I would jump into the nearest traffic.
A small breeze drifts in from the open door, which was kept open to let some natural sunlight and fresh air in from the beautiful weather outside. The breeze sweeps into the shorts, and I curse the great weather for the hundredth time today. The cool air brushes over my legs, thighs, and over my erect privates which is not covered by any sort of underwear.
Ms Walker glances at me again, and I reflexively tightened again. I wish I could stop doing that though, because every time I tense up the plug in my ass presses into me harder, and my penis perks up harder. I have to lean slouch forward so it doesn't poke up the skirt, and it just refuses to go down for some reason.
It's been a week since I put everything I have in a small suitcase and settled into Ms Walker's apartment. I have been eating and sleeping better, though the latter never comes without a lot of... physical exertion beforehand. There isn't a single day or night I wasn't pumped full of her thick cum. She had also laid down some more rules. I am not allowed to masturbate or cum without her, I am not allowed to exercise other than running.
Sitting there, not knowing how I look to other people, still makes me self-conscious to the point of blacking out. I adjust the black collar I must never take off, a symbol of my servitude, with her name inscribed on the inside, but luckily in this day and age it passes as fashion.
I go to her office after the lecture as she ordered. I sit down while she finishes off some work, shifting around in my seat. She finally looks up, and studies me for a few awkward seconds.
"Trying to not sit on it too much, huh," she observes with a devilish smile. "You really do look cute though"
"Come here," she commands, then clicks the button that locks her door. I sheepishly shuffle over and climb onto her lap, facing her. She pulls my hands behind her neck, and kisses me passionately. Lately I have been enjoying this more, mostly because she is a pretty lady, and this is the least childish thing she has me do.
I feel my face and body heating up, and a bit of drool escapes my mouth as her tongue assaults me aggressively. Before long, she starts unbuttoning my shirt, and my nipples became her plaything. I twitch as she rub them between her fingers, flick them with her nails, and pull them till they're red. It might be my imagination but, recently my nipples have been looking a bit perkier than normal. I hope that's just my imagination, or at least not permanent.
She unzips her pants, and her member breaks out and presses up against mine. She seems delighted by my reaction.
A few minutes passes, and she picks me off her lap once she was satisfied. Though I was supporting part of my own weight, she still lifted me with surprising strength.
"You're really strong, stronger than you..." I blurt out.
"Than I look? Muscle isn't as obvious on girls who got them you know," she says grinning widely. It's true, her body was smooth and supple, well kept even for one nearing thirty. Not only is she a genius capable of coming this far at this age, she is an amazing woman holding every aspect of her life to a high standard. I would be hopelessly in love with her if she had approached me without... it.
She notices me staring momentarily at her cock, smiles, and sits down. She takes my hands and guides me onto my knees, then proceeds to back me into the space under her sizeable desk. Well, what she wants me to do is obvious. I stick out my tongue and lick up and down her shaft, I don't hesitate much anymore having done this many times now. People really have a scary tendency to get used to things.
I let her cock into my mouth slowly, using my tongue to help it slide in, then I push past the head and work down the shaft, careful to not let my teeth touch.
"Good boy," she says, then went back to working. She puts on some music, and I quietly continue to slurp on her thick pole with my shirt indecently hanging loose. At one point, her feet snakes under my skirt and flips it over my penis, and she playfully rubs it with her toes. It is hard holding it in, but I can't dirty her office like this.
An hour or two passes, and I am still sucking diligently. The closed space, the rhythm, and maybe the music had made me go into some kind of trance, and I lost myself in the motion. She has somehow not cum in all this time, maybe it's because I haven't gone very deep and the pleasure is just at the right level for her not to climax.
A knock on the door made me jump, and I hear master telling the person to come in. I stop sucking. It is a guy's voice, I recognize it from the lecture earlier. He is asking about the exam last week, wanting to know how much it weigh in the final grades. As she answers, her feet lightly taps me in the butt.
It can't be. But after a few seconds she taps me again. I close my eyes and offer a silent prayer, then once more closed my mouth over her cock. The guy doesn't leave. He moves on to asking about certain parts of the teaching material, and Ms Walker, ever the professional, seems happy enough to answer.
Unbelievably, she taps my butt again. Cursing myself for intuiting what she wants, I reluctantly push my head down harder and swallow her painfully large dick almost to the base, careful not to go far enough to choke or gag on it. My own saliva covered my chest and drips down my stomach, and my penis is dripping some sort of fluid.
I service her cock as the music and conversation continue above me, the plug uncomfortably resisting my tensed up body, and my mind blanking out from sheer fear and shame, until suddenly as I go down again, she clamps my head between her thighs, drawing me in further. With my lips kissing her clean-shaven base and balls, her cock pulses in my throat, and her hot cum gushes out and fills my throat and mouth. She continues to cum for almost half a minute, not letting go of my head and barely letting me breath. My hands lay limply at my sides as I desperately swallow her smelly semen to avoid drowning in it.
She lets go of my head as she bids the guy goodbye, and as the door closes and clicks, I finally get to pull away and catch my breath, coughing a little. She looks down at my dazed and unfocused eyes, pulls open my mouth at the cheek with her thumb, and smiles.
"Good little slut."
I smile back dumbly, unable to form a coherent thought, lost in the heat.
*****
She reaches down and pat my head adoringly. I have been sucking her off for a few hours now as far as I can tell, and the light outside canvased the room in orange. She takes me into her arms, half carrying me since my knees are not responding well, and clicks a button inside a drawer. I have enough sense still to be surprised by a bookcase sliding open to reveal a secret bathroom.
"You know my father is a major influence in this place?" she says. I just shake my head absent mindedly.
She helps my clothes off me and sits me down in the bathtub.
"I have some things to do later, so I won't be able to have fun with you tonight. But you were a very good child today as well, so I'll give you a nice release now."
"Y-yes master."
Her hand clasps my crotch, making me yelp, then she grips my penis, in her hands. For the first time, she is jerking me off, and she is getting faster and faster.
"I think, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!"
Barely a few seconds passed before I feel a great pressure welling up in my crotch, and my cum shot out, splattering over me and on the wall. I twitch as I cum uncontrollably for sever seconds, losing my mind as she continue to jerk.
The orgasm finally dies down, but she is still moving her hand, playing with the head of my penis, still sensitive from cumming.
"Wait... stop... I came already," I manage weakly, while seizing as the sensation twist my body. But she doesn't stop. I try to get up to stop her but she just pushes me down with a kiss. I cum again, and then again, all while screaming into her mouth, and now I can no longer tell if it is cum or piss coming out of me.
"I said... I said I came... already..." Collapsing into my own filth, I could only lie there and catch my breath as she cleans me up.
She had walked me back before leaving. I open the door to the apartment with the spare key she gave me, legs still wobbling slightly, and ass still plugged up. I take off my clothes and unhappily changed into the overtly revealing lingerie she ordered me to wear to sleep, and collapsed onto the warm bed. She does have a spare bedroom, but she told me to sleep in her bed. Tonight when she returns, she will no doubt use me as a cuddle pillow again. I don't actually dislike that too much, it makes me feel safe, and I've gotten used to feeling her cock pressing against me.
I studied for a couple of hours before my eyelids stopped obeying me, then I slipped into pleasant sleep.
*****
I woke up the next day feeling refreshed, completely enveloped in her arms and amidst her pleasant smell which I have become addicted to. I wiggle around in vain trying to get out, but her grip is strong and she is a heavy sleeper who would not wake up simply from a creature struggling in her web. Not wanting to wake her up, I settle down and just lie there as her warm breath ruffles my hair.
The alarm goes off at 7:00, and she wakes to swiftly shut it off. She cuddles me tightly into her and takes a long sniff. It seems that I smell nice to her as well, and it's become some kind of morning routine of hers. That made me a little happy, when she told me, but I will never acknowledge that thought again.
Now, the next part of her morning routine. She turns over and pulls away the sheets while sitting up a little, revealing her cock, standing upright like a mast. I wonder where she gets all the energy and sustenance from to sustain her sex drive all day. Usually, I would kneel between her legs and give her a rather quick handjob, and she always finishes in my mouth so there's no mess. Today though, she grabs me by the butt and lifts me onto her body, so that I am lying down and facing her cock.
She teases around my asshole before slowly dragging out the plug, then she plunges two fingers in and begins to play around inside. I take her cock in my hand and start jerking as well, trying to finish her off as soon as possible.
She didn't cum until my ass became a sloppy mess. I hold the cum in my mouth, turn around, and show her her work. She nods with satisfaction, and I swallowed obediently.
She left half an hour later, mercifully choosing, or perhaps forgetting to, put the plug back up my rear. I gather up my stuff, finished an assignment, and realize I still had half an hour before I need to go to my first lecture today. I look down. My penis has been erect all morning, a combined result of the visual assault and having my hole played with earlier. I recall cumming from her handjob yesterday, and I go to the toilet.
Leaving the first lecture, I get a message from her, and promptly goes to her office. She has her arms crossed, and she closed the door a little harder than usual, startling me. I immediately got on my knees.
"You know why I'm angry."
I don't say anything, though I don't doubt she knows. She picks up her laptop and show me a live footage of several rooms in her apartment, including the toilet.
"I told you before, you will be punished if you disobey me."
I nod, unable to answer or refuse.
She brings me into the hidden bathroom, and I see something I didn't notice before. It was a chair, but shaped like an X, like something you usually see in a hospital... or a BDSM dungeon. I gulped hard. She doesn't elaborate, and I dare not ask, as she slowly straps me into the chair naked as a newborn. I test the restraints, more out of curiosity than anything, and of course I can barely move. She pauses and looks me over.
"I need you to be brave now," she says, "but you need to learn this lesson."
She puts a blindfold over my eyes. I shiver as she lubes up my hole, and feel something cold but hard and pole shaped enter deep, pushing against my prostate. Something squishy, jelly-like slides over my penis, and she tapes a pair of something onto my nipples.
"Please, don't leave me like this," I beg, but she does not stop.
"Be brave now, be a good slave," she says, making me drink something, then gagging me with a small ballstrap. Finally, she sets a pair of headphones over my ears, and I can no longer hear anything. Something starts playing in my ear, the sound of some child moaning in pleasure from intense sex, I think. Wait, no, that's my voice! Moaning with each audible clap of my ass cheeks. Right at the same time, all the devices she strapped onto me started vibrating, and I yelped as multiple intense pleasures hit me.
My nipples, penis, and prostate are all vibrating, the pleasure is driving me crazy. I moaned, louder as the pressure builds, until I ejaculate with a jerk of my hips. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!
I feel my cum splash over my body, but the machines don't stop vibrating, and before long I feel it again. No! Please, I just came! But the pleasure arrived unstoppably, and I cum again.
A couple hours go by, and I think I have cum more than ten times at this point. I'm slipping, thoughts not forming in sentences or words anymore. Please, I can't cum anymore, I already shot out everything. Please don't make me cum again.
More time goes by, and my moaning, which was probably very loud in the beginning, became little more than a whimper. My hips now twitch uncontrollably, actually my whole body was twitching. I don't know how, but I'm still cumming. I must have came thirty times, or maybe it was forty? But I can feel the pleasure building again, and I know that I won't be able to stop the next wave either. I was already completely covered in my own cum, a lot of which had already become dry and crusty.
By the time she returned, I was unable to think of anything other than the torturous pleasure. She lifts the blindfold off my eyes after shutting off the machines, but my eyes don't focus on her. I am completely drenched in my own cum, tears and drool dripping along my cheeks. She washes me off with warm water as I slowly stop twitching, and dries me off. I come back to my senses a little, and clings myself to her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry master, master, please, I'm sorry!" I sob into her, shaking. She hugs me close and pats my head gently, as she always does.
"Shh, shh, it's ok now, I forgive you. You're safe now."
"Thank you... thank you master..." As relief wash over me, I black out in her arms.
*****
The next day, she was extra gentle. I still had to take care of her cock several times during the day, but even now as she is thrusting in and out of my butt, she's slower and softer than usual.
"Master, it's ok to do it normally. I'm ok now."
"It's ok, I might have been a bit harsh with you yesterday, just take it easy today."
"This feels kinda... good."
She doesn't say anything, just looks at me with loving eyes, and leans down to kiss me. She grasps my hands and presses them down beside my head, thrusting deep and hitting my prostate. Without a word, she shoots her hot load inside me, as if trying to impregnate me with this babymaking love, and I moan and cum while my legs quiver and spasm.
"I will never let you go," my master says, continuing to thrust at a comfortable pace. I blush and look away.
"Yes, master."
------x------
It had been over a month since I started living with master as her personal slave. All things considered, her treatment of me can be said to be very humane, kind even. Though I am completely living under her thumb, my life has seen marked improvements. I eat better now, sleep better now, and she even helps me with studies. I'm not going to think too hard on the morality of her blackmailing me versus her taking care of me, because that's just a can of worms I rather not open.
Besides, I'm having a hard time thinking clearly right now. She had fed me some kind of substance earlier, and now I'm lying in the bed feeling so hot I could be having a fever. I'm sure it's nothing bad though, she's a medical professional after all.
The underwear she put on me today is particularly lewd, even by our usual standard. The material is transparent to the point of insult to the function of clothing. When I had first picked it up I thought it was some kind of eyepatch. The cloth part barely holds my penis, small as it is, and the string bites into my ass crack tightly.
I lie on the bed, head resting on a large pillow, and look back hazily at my master standing at the foot of the bed. Her cock is already erect to its full, throbbing glory, and for once she is more naked than I am, her well-toned body fully in my view.
"Alright, say it," she commands with an eager smile. My mind too blurry for thoughts, I do as she had told me earlier. I open my legs without hesitating, and with my fingers I spread my ass cheeks wide open for her viewing.
"I am your personal fuck-toy, made just to fit your big cock, please ravage me as much as you like..." Though I can form a straight thought, the line I just said still made my face flush with heat, and if I wasn't ordered not to I would've looked away immediately.
Impossibly, her cock seems to get even stiffer and bigger. I gulp as she climbs onto the bed and grabs my hips, her cock rubbing against my member, making me shiver. She takes her cock in her hand and rubs the head over my already wet and lubed hole, and in one motion slides it in all the way to the base. I yelp, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful, and my hands fall away limply.
She pulls out, all the way, until her cock is just kissing the entrance, then she jams it back in, harder and faster than the first time, and cum shoots out of me as I screamed. She takes out a marker and tallies a mark just above my crotch.
I moan softly as she starts thrusting rhythmically, her fingers teasing my nipples, touching my face, and rubbing my breast. She goes even faster, holding onto my waist and pumping away with a frenzied look on her face, tongue out. I think mine is out as well. Soon she grabs both my hands and start hitting even harder without slowing down, her cock punching my prostate relentlessly, driving away all sense of feelings from my lower body.
She cums, filling my inside again with that familiar warm feeling, and I cum as well, my legs spasming from the pleasure. She takes the marker and marks me again, once at the crotch, and once on my thigh.
She lifts me up, and sits me in her lap. From this position my own weight forces her cock deep into my recess, and I hold on to my consciousness by sheer miracle. Kissing me, she starts bouncing me up and down. I feverishly return her passionate kiss, trying to taste her as much as she does me.
As she cums again, she marks me once more, and turns me around. I lay my face down on the sheets that now feels cooler than my body, and push my butt up presenting my hole to her, obediently arching my back downward like she taught me. She rides me like a rough rider, making me moan through the sheets and grab at the pillow, my juices leaking onto the bed. She occasionally spanks me, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I am drooling onto the bed without realizing.
She continues to violate every part of me in different positions for the next few hours, well into the night, and I struggle to answer her needs, crying out in pleasure and shaking with each thrust. She writes something on my body with the marker, it tickles a bit. Some more time passes as she continues to use me like an onahole.
"Master," I say tiredly, "I think *Ahng!* I think I'm at my limit. I ca- *Ooh!* I can't cum anymore."
"It's ok, I'm almost done too," she grunts, driving me into the bed with her mating-press. A few seconds, with a moan, she ejaculates again, her cock pulsing in my ass. I orgasm one last time, though all I can manage at this point is release some fluid out of my soft penis. She lowers herself onto me and starts kissing me, uncaring for the mess of mixed fluids on my body, and I melt into the kiss as well.
While I simmer in the afterglow of the orgasm, my body not at all cooling down, she gets up and prop me up on the pillows. She drags a mirror over and then leans back behind me. She sets the camera on my head and spreads my legs with her feet. I look in the mirror, and can clearly see the words and markings written on me:
On my chest, the word "COCKSLUT". Under one of my nipples, "SENSITIVE".
Just below that, on my belly are the words "DICKSLAVE" and "GOOD BOY".
And just above my crotch tally, which seem to number almost twenty, is written "CUMDUMP".
"Smile and make a double peace sign," she whispered into my ears, her breath numbing my brain as it tickle my ear. The boy in the reflection does as she says, smiling weakly with her tongue sticking out a little, fingers tiredly making a pair of Vs, and a flow of cum pooling under his hole. From that appearance, it looks to me that he is unmistakably a sex-crazed, cock-loving slut.
*****
"Look, a memory made!" Master exclaims, showing me the picture frame. I feel my legs go out from under me and fall into a fetal position beside the bed, my mind now remembering the events of the night before.
"I... I can never marry now," I mumble gloomily.
"Aw, look now, I won't show anyone. I promise." She gently pats my head.
"Promise?"
"As long as you be a good boy and obey," she adds.
I nod sullenly, and let her lift me to my feet like a forklift.
"You've been escalating things a little too much recently... master," I protest grumpily as we eat breakfast.
"How do you mean?" she asks nonchalantly as she bites into her toast.
"Just the day before, while I was cooking, remember?"
I had woke up early that day and somehow broke out of her hold. I went to the kitchen and draped the apron over my still naked body, and tried to make breakfast as she taught me. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my ass, almost making me flip the pan and splash hot oil everywhere.
"Nyah!" I squeaked.
"Oooh, smells nice," she said, slipping her fingers into my hole without a warning, making me shudder. After a few seconds, not able to hold herself back, she whipped out her cock.
"Ah damnit, it's your fault for looking so sexy right now!" she declared, and pushed her cock in despite my protest, fucking me where I stood. I twitched as the apron caressed the tip of my penis as she pushed her hips against mine.
"Turn around," she said when she was about to finish. Reluctantly, I turn around and knelt down to receive her semen in my mouth. I don't like putting her dick in my mouth right out of my ass, so she had mercifully settled for aiming from a few centimeters away. Not exactly what I wanted to eat first thing in the morning.
The breakfast somehow turned out quite good though, and I received some pats on the head and ruffling of my hair.
"Or how about last Friday?"
On the day in question, she had taken me for a walk in the university, wearing nothing but a large overcoat. I had vibrators stuck on every sensitive part on my body, and a band tightly tied around my penis preventing me from discharging on university grounds. The worst part was that unless we see someone, I was not allowed to close the coat over my front to cover my nude body.
I was scared close to the point of tears, though she had assured me there will definitely be no real consequences, while enjoying my troubled expression immensely. It's her favorite expression, she had told me. She also made us linger in the campus park, asking me about my time on campus, while I begged her again and again to let me cum. She made me cum until I fainted that night, outside, in the park.
And then there was last Wednesday, though I don't say that out loud.
She was in a video conference in her office and had ordered me to masturbate with my ass beside her. After a while, she gestured for me to get on her lap. I wanted nothing more than to disappear right there, as her cock buries itself into my ass, and my bare body was up for show to all the faces on camera through my open shirt. She had also cruelly cuffed my hands behind my back to stop me from instinctively covering myself.
Of course, she had turned off her camera and mic, citing bad allergies, but that didn't make me feel any less exposed in front of a crowd. As she finished inside my butt, I had also ejaculated from her jerking me off, not being able to help myself from such a rare chance to cum from my penis. To my dismay, she had caught all the cum that came out of me, and held it up to my mouth, forcing me to drink all of my own cum in front of everyone. She didn't let me leave until the call was done.
"But I always let you rest the next day," she retorts nonchalantly, sipping on her coffee.
"Going slower and only cumming inside me a few times isn't letting me rest."
"Aww, you're so cute even when you pout!" She grins as she ignores my rebuttal.
I blush and let her rub my face and head up and down, knowing I'm not going to gain any ground on this. It's weird how that calms me down when she does it.
*****
The next night, I am bouncing on master's cock as I do almost every night.
"Hey, who said you can slow down?" She flicks my penis hard as she reprimands me.
"Ow! Sorry! It's... just... today's work... was a bit tough." I pant as I answer.
"Your part-time? I never asked, what do you do?" She's tickling my nipples playfully as she speaks.
"I... move.. things... in a warehouse."
"What?" She stops me suddenly, "that's heavy work! Can your body handle that?"
"It's the only work I could find, with my background."
She sits up and asks for details, her cock still inside though not moving. I explain my job to her.
"Alright that's it, I can't let you work at that abusive place."
"But, but, I need to save money for things I need in the course!"
"I know I know, no need to screw up your brows like that, you're making me harder. I mean, I'm going to find you a different job."
"You will?"
"Yeah, I can't have you be tired all the time or risk you getting injured. I'll find you another job."
"Thank you! Oh, master, thank you!"
"Ok, you can take it easy tonight then, just relax now, I'll move."
She brings me close and cuddles me into her arms, lies down, and starts thrusting herself, fast. I moan softly as the pleasure washes over me in waves. At some point in the night she finally runs out of cum and stops moving, and I immediately drift into sleep in her arms.
The next afternoon, she brings me to a bookshop after campus hours. It's a small but cozy corner of the street not far from her apartment, and tucked in between the foliage is an olive-colored sign saying "Baker's Books".
"Frey! It's been some time!" A red-headed lady greets us as we enter, her jade green eyes sparking in the orange glow of the afternoon sun.
"Good to see you're still in business, Lily." Master hugs her, and I see that the lady is no shorter than her.
"This is Lilian Baker, a long-time friend of mine... She is someone I can trust."
"That's nice of you to say. Who is this?"
"This is my son, Eli," Master says, putting her hands on my shoulders with some pressure. Hey, I won't run away ok?
"Son?!"
The lady almost falls backward over her counter, and I can feel my heart flutter a bit. Eli is the name master has told me to use for other people.
"Calm down, Lily, just a joke. He's my cousin, staying with me while he's studying here."
"Ah, I see... Nice to meet you, you can call me Lily."
I shake her hand.
"N-nice to meet you, I promise to work hard," I squeak, heart pounding so hard I can barely hear. Master have been making me practice my submissive voice for some time, but I really don't know if it'll pass.
"So this is the boy... she's cuter than I could have imagined! What a nice voice too!"
I can feel master smirk behind me, I just want to shrink and turn into a bunny and hop away.
"Well, I'm off to finish some work now, please take care of her."
"Sure thing, see ya!"
After master left, Lily explained the work I am to help with in the shop, from keeping books organized to handling online orders. Lily seems to not be good with computers, and was happy to see that I have no problems with it. She is a cheerful and nice lady, and for once I am looking forward to the next workday.
Naturally, when I got home, master fucked my brains out for the rest of the night. Ah, another day of studying missed...
*****
It's a Sunday today. Master brought me out on a trip today, something we had not done before in daylight. We had arrived to a street with a large mall and some shops scattered along it, and went into the mall.
"Mast- Freya, what are we doing here?" I ask, with no small dose of worry. I get to call master by her name in public, but not being used to it the name felt weird coming out.
"Why obviously this is a date, didn't I say last night?"
"Sorry, I usually don't remember most of what's said when we... do it."
"You looked so happy when I told you though."
So we're on a date. I would have been happy to go out with a pretty woman like her, even if she's older than me, but to be the "girl" in the date leaves me with some mixed feelings. We stroll leisurely through the mall, window-shopping along the expensive looking bags, dapper suits, techy gadgets and the likes. Master comes to a stop at a clothing store, and leads me into it.
It's a sex toy store. I suddenly want to go home.
"Ma- Freya, please, I don't want to be here," I whisper. Master nocks an eyebrow, pulls out her phone, and show me the picture. I immediately cover it with both hands.
"You get it don't you? Be a good boy and go pick out something that catches your eyes."
"You, you would show people that?"
"Well I might post it somewhere on the internet, cropping out our faces of course, and let who knows how many people use it as fap material."
The idea of someone seeing and jerking off to my naked, cum covered, and wrote-on body shakes me to my core. I solemnly go explore the store.
"Hmm, black's not bad on you, but that one's boring." She comes in. I have no choice but to change to the pink one in front of her.
"This one's not ba.." I stand still, observing master's expression in the mirror while feeling self-conscious, when she suddenly grabs my butt. No way.
"Master? Here?"
"Don't make a sound ok? I'll be fast I promise."
I reluctantly pull out the plug, and her cock wastes no time taking its place in my warm and slippery asshole. She reaches out and covers my mouth with a hand as a small moan escapes me. Only a single sheet of curtain separates us from the outside as she plowed me from behind; my heart pound at the fear of discovery, but inexplicably I can feel my penis strain against its cage. I breath heavily and put my hands on the mirror for support, bending my back and sticking my ass out obediently for her to fuck.
My body feels very hot, yet the weeks of training prevents me from getting a full erection, so the pressure only continues to build frustratingly, with no release. In due time, master finished inside me, filling my insides with her hot fluids. Carefully, she pulls out while quickly shoving the plug back in me, making my legs wobble from the sudden pleasure.
We ended up not buying anything.
"You look disappointed."
I go to the toilet to clear my insides and contemplate briefly on what my life has become.
We got tickets to a movie and sat down in our seats at the furthest back corner of the theatre. Well, she's sitting in her seat, and I'm on her lap like a teddy bear or something. Unsurprisingly, not even halfway into the movie, she is violating me up and down my body, teasing my nipples and licking my neck while I squirmed and shivered. As I expected, she eventually puts it in. I ride up and down as much as I can manage while straddling her thighs, covering my own mouth to stop the involuntary sounds coming out of me.
"Bad boy, you're leaking on the ground!" she whispers, her breath hot in my ear, sending numbing pleasure down my spine. "You need to be punished."
"Hm? Mm!"
I shake my head, but she reaches up and pinches my nipples hard anyways. My eyes flip up from the excruciating combination of pain and ecstasy.
I watch the rest of the movie with her cock in my ass. I can't recall a single scene from the movie. Thankfully, she didn't cum again, but neither did I. I am so hot and horny right now I can barely walk straight, and I can feel my own juices dripping down my inner thigh.
"Master, Freya," I whisper and hold onto her sleeve, and she comes to a stop.
"What is it?" She looks down at me with a sadistic smile.
"Please, I can't bear it anymore, I'm losing my mind, can you... can you let me go in the toilet?"
She doesn't say a word, but leads me to the toilet. There's no one else, what a relief.
"Show me," she instructs me once we're in a stall, and I gingerly lift up my shorts. She takes out something from her bag, it's a pair of panties. She has me change into those dry ones, then brings me out of the toilet without giving me release. Oh, cum, I want to cum so bad!In a daze, it took me a few seconds to realize that we have come to a stop in front of a shop outside the mall. I look up to see a piercing parlor. Master sees my expression, and taps her phone to give me a reminder. I follow her in.
It was at least not very painful, though I had to shut my eyes tight to not see the needle pierce my nipples. The piercer, a young blonde lady looking somewhat out of place, was professional and didn't ask me the questions I was dreading, though she was unable it seemed to suppress her smile when I reacted to her fingers brushing over my nipples. After the piercing, master let me pick out something I like from the collection. I choose a pair of silver teardrops, and master sets down a pair of hearts and a chain on the counter alongside.
We get home, and I immediately try asking for release again.
"Ok, but we must train you to only cum when I say so. So, beg me, with more sincerity than that."
I'm losing my mind from the urge to cum now, I'll say and do whatever I have to. I kneel down and bend over the sofa, stripping off my underwear and spreading my ass for master to see.
"I have been your good little boy today, master, s-so please pound me from behind and let me cum from my ass!"
Master removes the plug with a smooth pop from my wet and sloppy hole, and tests it with her fingers. Satisfied, she unlocks my chastity cage, and my penis immediately straighten, throbbing painfully. She presses her cock onto my hole, a sensation that I have become familiar with, and which makes me even harder, my body tingly and numb with anticipation.
"Not your ass," she says with a smile I can see without turn around. "Cum from your boy pussy!"
She slams her cock in hard enough to drive my face into the sofa, the tip punching into my prostate. Cum gushes out of me as I scream from ecstasy, sounding almost like I'm crying. Actually, some tears of relief did get squeezed out. My eyes flip up and my jaw goes slack, letting my tongue fall out, the orgasm doesn't seem to stop. She pumps her hips again and again, clapping my cheeks loudly, and I moan happily.
"Yes master, I'm cumming from my boy pussy!"
*****
"Don't worry, you're doing really well, as far as I can tell. Your work is always excellent, I really think you have a good mind to be a doctor. Why are you holding your shirt like that?"
"It's very sensitive," I reply, wincing from the shirt brushing over my nipple, not succeeding very much in keeping the fabric off them.
She drops me off at Baker's Books for my Wednesday shift, and walks away heading for whatever her next schedule is. Lily is kind as usual, asking me about my studies.
I have been working here for a month now, and have gotten to know Lily. As far as I can tell, her family is rich, like master's, but she seems to not like to let that on. Being a lover of books and stories, she decided to spend her "pocket money" on opening this little bookstore. She likes to write too, often showing me some short stories she wrote. I had told her that her little sci-fi and mystery stories are intriguing and fun to read, but she always say that she's still not good enough. I often send her telepathic encouragement when I see her writing. Don't give up Lily! I believe you!
Lily is a pretty lady, with features and a figure not unlike a warrior maiden, her fiery red hair complimenting that image. Her personality though seems to be somewhat the opposite of that, being soft spoken and reserved. Sometimes, I catch her looking at me, to check on how I'm working I guess, and when I meet her eyes they quickly flee my gaze.
It's a quiet day, and I'm typing away on the computer, answering a customer's questions. It's a little corner in the bookstore that can't really see the outside, nor vice versa. I hear Lily walk up behind me.
"Anything interesting?"
"Someone asked if we have the translated version of Cyber Run."
"It is a popular book, maybe we should get some."
I feel her lean over, her soft but warm breath tickling my neck.
"You smell nice."
"Thanks, I think you do too." I'm being honest, she has a different smell from master's mind-numbing aroma, but it's a pleasant scent that smell vaguely like some kind of flower. I finish the email and turn around, and find her face very close to mine.
"Hey," she mews softly, "do you think... What do you think about me?"
"I think you're very pretty," I answer dumbly. I can feel her breath get heavier on my face. She breaths out, and leans forward to kiss me. I kiss her back, feeling her soft lips and innocent touch, but soon wrenches myself back to my senses. Oh No no, I have to stop and tell her now!
I push her off me with a bit of force, shocking her a little.
"It's not like that Lily, you are very pretty and I like you, but-" I trail off, because I see someone standing behind her. Possibly the worst someone to be standing there right now. Lily turns and sees my master as well.
"Well, I did think this would happen."
"I'm so sorry Frey, I-" Lily tries to apologize, but master stops her with a finger, and moves over to me. Master starts kissing me, more aggressively than Lily, and unbuttons my shirt to reveal the heart shaped nipple piercings, as Lily sits down in shock.
"Sorry Lily, I lied, he is not my cousin," master explains, lifting my skirt so Lily can see my chastity cage and the markings on my inner thighs, which tallies up to about forty so far this month. "He is my fucktoy."
I can't even begin to imagine the shock value of seeing the adornments on my privates and nipples, and hearing what master is saying. I almost pity her. Then master says something that shocks me as well.
"Do you want to fuck him too?"
We both widen our eyes, and I notice to my surprise a bulge that was forming in Lily's jeans.
"It's ok, you're my friend, I can lend her to you a bit from time to time. Eli, start servicing her. That's an order."
Lily is speechless, and barely puts up a fight as I kneel and unzip her pants, and sure enough a cock almost as thick as master's pop out to greet me. Before Lily gets a word out, I start licking it up and down. It smells, but I'm already used to this kind of thing with master, and the scent is actually turning me on. I start sucking. Lily groans a little, and rests her hand on my head.
"I'll let you two have some time alone. I only have two for you, Lily. You can't make her cum, and you can't hurt or scare her, ok? Well I don't think you would anyways."
As master leaves, she remembers something and pokes her head around the bookcase again.
"Oh and, she loves head pats, so make sure to give her some love!"
With that, master leaves, and the store is back to just the two of us. Lily looks at me, diligently sucking on her cock, and her expression soften. She puts her hand on my head and rubs my hair a little, the sensation melting my mind and making her suck even more enthusiastically. Seconds later, Lily cums in my mouth with a shudder, and I drink it up carefully so as to not dirty the floor.
Lily straightens up, meeting my eyes. Neither of us say anything, and she simply presses me against a bookcase and starts kissing me passionately. Her fingers explores my body and finds the heart-shapes, and she flicks and teases my nipples, making my body shiver.
After several rounds of kissing and teasing me, she grabs my butt and lifts me up with strength I didn't know she has, and I hold onto her neck to support myself. She shifts around, aiming carefully, and presses her cock against my entrance, and I relax my hips to let her slip all the way in. I coil my legs around her as she thrusts, and moan softly, seemingly turning her on even more.
"You're so cute," she whispers in a daze as she loses herself in thrusting her cock into my boy pussy, and my heart flutters in response. I kiss her tenderly, and she returns it. She starts throwing her hips faster, harder, until suddenly she grunts and shakes as she cums deep inside me.
"Oh no, sorry, I came inside."
"It's ok, master didn't say you can't." I kisses her again. "And it feels good for me too."
Lily nods, and puts me down. I let her press me onto my hands and knees, and receive her cock from behind. We fuck like this until closing time, and she continues to cum inside.
Lily lets me use the toilet to expel her semen, unlike master who usually like to plug me up and keep her load in me for a while. I come out, now more or less clean and dressed, and goes to the door.
"Hey, um, about today... It felt really good, thank you."
"Oh you're such an angel!" She takes me in her arms and hugs me hard, then gives me a sad look. "Too bad you're already taken."
"Yeah, I am." I shuffle awkwardly a little. "I... I wouldn't mind doing it again, when you want some release. If she allows it."
She nods, ruffles my hair again, and sends me on my way.
*****
Master opens the door, and I immediately cuddle up to her, wagging my rear like a puppy.
"Master please, it's been hours, please let me cum! Make your little slut cum!"
"Oh my, don't fret, I'll let you cum as much as you like from your pussy."
She beckons me to follow her to the bedroom, unlocks my cage, and lies down after taking off her pants. Curiously, she puts a condom on my penis.
"Come on, earn it. Squat on my cock and make yourself cum." I undress and get on top of her cock, eagerly pressing her cock to my pussy, before she interrupts.
"Spread you legs and put your hands on your head, I want to see your little clit bounce."
I obediently put my hands on my head, breath, and plunge her cock into my hole. I cum immediately, letting out some silly noises, legs shaking as I squat there, unable to move for half a minute. I see now the condom is meant to keep my cum from spraying over her. Master reaches out to flick me in the dick, and I start squatting up and down again, my nipple piercings bouncing up and down with me.
Later, master turns me around and puts me in her lap. She starts to play with my nipples: teasing, flicking, rubbing, pulling. I moan and grunt to the feeling that was part pain part pleasure, and my senses drifts away. She doesn't touch anything else, just my nipples, for about an hour, at which point I twitch a little and some cum dribble out of me as I experience a small orgasm.
"Cumming from just your nipples, you really have a lewd, slutty little nympho body."
"Yes master, I am a lewd slutty nympho, I am your dirty cumdump, so please fuck me more and cum in me more!"
"Not yet," she says, and for the next hour she thoroughly rapes my pussy with a thick vibrator, while I could only lie back weakly and orgasm whenever she desires, like a toy.
Not much fluid has been coming out of me for a while now, but master continues to ravage me. She raised my legs over my head and presses down, jacking her cock into my rectum with her entire body weight. Good thing I'm a sissy tomgirl, a normal girl might get broken being played with this roughly.
"So, does Lily feel better or me?" master asks as I lay in her arms, all cleaned up. My stamina has been improving recently, so I can often stay awake even after hours of getting drilled into oblivion. I lightly headbutt her chest in protest.
"Of course master feels better. My pussy has been completely made into to master's shape already."
"Good answer." She ruffles my hair. A question, out of nowhere, suddenly comes into my mind.
"Master..."
"Hmm?"
"If... if you find... find another boy, willing to do all these things with you... would you, would you not need me anymore?"
She seems to think about it for a few seconds, then tap me lightly on the head with her chin.
"Now where do I go and find a perfect obedient little fucktoy like you? I'll never let you leave me."
I put my head in her breasts, hiding my smile, and snuggles against her. We fall asleep peacefully, as we always do.