In the third book from the “Tricked Sissy” series, Chloe must learn to obey her Mistress in order for them to go to a private BDSM party. Sarah promises that, if Chloe behaves and stays in line, she’ll finally let the sissy fuck her! But temptations will arise, making the promise hard to keep…
Sarah teaches her some of the basic commands, as well as how to respond in a proper submissive fashion. They both dress up in the theme for the party and have Brett drive them both to the mansion of the Dom host for the evening.
Once there, Chloe will learn what it’s like to be a submissive by meeting other subs and their respective Dom/mes. She will even have the chance of finally fucking another girl, as well as feel what it’s like to place her pleasure in the hands of another.
This 26,000+ word erotic story contains very explicit adult material, including oral sex, masturbation, anal play, gay sex, CNC, BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, chastity, sex with machines, being tied up, and more. This story contains ONLY ADULT CHARACTERS and is strictly for ADULTS ONLY!
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Prologue
Sam – a colleague of my neighbour, Mr Torpey – had just fucked me senseless outside my home, making me cum in the process as I fake pleaded for him to stop. Naked and with his seed still inside me, I had failed to find my hidden key and in a desperate attempt to hide from any passerby, I turned the knob to find out the door had been unlocked all along.
Sarah had stopped by my home earlier and had found the key I knew I had hid under the doormat. Letting herself in, she waited for me to come back. When she heard the commotion just outside the door, she went to investigate and saw me getting pounded from the window.
She surprised the fuck out of me when I made it past the threshold, then ordered to get on the sofa as she inserted a metallic butt plug through my hole, so that she could “save the natural lube already in me”.
Sarah had pulled down her daisy dukes, exposing her black thong while keeping the white, form fitting, pollo shirt on. Stepping into the strap-on she had laid on the sofa – hanging from which was a thick 8 inch purple dildo – she pulled it up and tightened the straps around herself. She pressed a button under the dildo, which activated a vibrator that was now pressed up against her clit.
Sitting on the sofa, Sarah ordered me to kneel in between her legs and suck on her cock, which I did while maintaining eye contact, like I would do with a real dick.
“Come here.” She ordered.
I got up and placed one knee on either side of her, hovering over the purple dildo. I knew what I had to do, so I placed one hand behind myself and began pulling on the plug. As I removed it with a pop, I immediately placed my freed hole right over the tip of Sarah’s silicone tool.
She held me by the hips and began slowly pulling me down. Sam’s cum was coming in handy as the tip entered my naturally lubed up hole.
As I slid down the pole, she ordered me to act like a real girl.
I allowed myself to moan in pleasure as I felt that toy enter me. I even began playing with my own nipples as gravity made me reach the base of Sarah’s strap-on.
Once my butt was used to it, she started lifting me up almost all the way, and then (at first) letting me naturally slide down, and later shoving me down with each pump, my caged clit flapping about as she fucked me senseless.
Sarah was also moaning rather loudly, turned on by the vibrator under the strap-on pressing firmly against her clit. As she got closer and closer, her hands moved from my sides to my butt, holding my cheeks apart so that she could enter me further.
I knew that if I hadn’t just cum from getting fucked minutes ago, I would be having an orgasm right now. But this was just for her; it was her pleasure that mattered the most at this moment, and I wouldn’t disappoint.
Sarah fucked me until she came, throwing me off her when she was finished, replacing the butt plug to keep in Sams cum, and denying me any further pleasure.
I had a feeling that having my pleasure restricted would be a common theme for the next 24 hours.
Chapter 1 – Obedience Training
The next morning I got up early to make Sarah breakfast while she woke up, bringing it on a tray back to bed. I still had my cage on – protecting me from getting hard during the night while she ground her ass against my crotch, teasing me – and the metal plug nested in my sissy pussy. Sarah shared her food with me, saying I needed the energy for the evening.
After we were fed, Sarah put on a pair of tight grey boyshorts that left the bottom quarter of her buttcheeks exposed. They fit her so tightly that I could see the outline of her pussy through it. She also donned a white short tank top which barely covered her tits, giving her a very sexy underboob look – if she were to bend over, her jugs would 100% have been on display! The chain with the key for my chastity remained hanging between her jugs.
She ordered me to put on my maid costume: a black stretch mesh top with white details, and a white satin apron with ruffle lace trims. I was told to not bother with the thigh high stocking or elbow length satin gloves.
“I guess you’re dressed well enough for now. The main thing I want to focus on is your obedience towards me; I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of the other Doms.” Sarah said, needlessly adjusting her top as it still only barely covered her tits.
“I won’t!” I promised. And after a brief pause, I decided to ask “But what do I get for obeying you, Mistress?”
She pondered for a while.
“That’s a fair question. After all, in a good dynamic, the sub is the one that truly holds the power. What is it that you want in exchange then?”
A smile crept across my face. I knew exactly what I wanted, what I have been wanting all this time that Sarah has been sissifying me, what I was promised from the get-go:
“I want to fuck you, Mistress. I want to bury my uncaged cock inside of you and fuck you until I cum.”
I knew I had to be very explicit with my request, seeing as she was one to twist my words and find loopholes. I was expecting her to be shocked by my wish, but her expression didn’t change at all. She thought on it for a while and finally answered:
“Deal. I’ll let you fuck me with your uncaged cock until you cum.”
Now I was surprised. But I was also cautious:
“What’s the catch though?” I finally asked.
“Easy: you’ll get to do that if – and only if – you behave during the party. Step out of line at any time, and no pussy for you! Once we’re back from it, you can stick that pathetic excuse for a dick in me for as long as you can hold it, and I’ll even let you jizz wherever you want.”
She stuck out her hand, and without hesitation I extended mine and we shook. This was going to be easy! Just the thought of finally getting to plow her was already giving me a semi!
“Good.” Sarah continued, “Now that that is settled, let’s get back to your training. Turn around Chloe, hands behind your back.”
I was very happy with my negotiation skills, so I obliged.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Sarah bend down and grab a coil of black braided rope, then proceeded to kneel behind me.
Over the next several minutes, she ordered me to clasp my hands together and interlace my fingers while threading the rope around my wrists and up my forearms. Occasionally, Sarah would ask me if the rope was too tight, rearranging the knots to make it more comfortable for me.
She ordered me to clasp my hands together behind my back and began interlacing them with the rope, tying around my wrists and finally up my forearms. She’d always stop to ask if it was too tight again or if I felt my blood circulation getting constrained, rearranging the knots to make it more comfortable for me. Feeling her fingers on my arms (and occasionally brushing up against my butt) coupled with the gentleness of her work made me feel cared for, and I was loving it!
After tying me up, she tugged on the rope a few times to ensure it was all very well placed.
“Try to get your arms free,” she ordered.
I complied, but there was no give in the rope. My arms were tied tightly together to the point that I wasn’t even able to skip over them to get my hands in front of my body.
Once she was satisfied with her work, Sarah spun me around to face her.
Without a word, she held up my clitty cage with one hand as the other went towards her chest, grabbing the key on her necklace – the same key that would unlock me!
She inserted the key into the hole and, after it clicked open, Sarah removed the cage, placing it gently on the floor. My cock began growing almost immediately, happy to finally have no constraints. I had no idea what she was about to do, but I wanted to savour every second of it!
Sarah didn’t comment on the engorging of my penis, rather maintained her focus on grabbing another coil of rope with one hand while the other wrapped around my balls, squeezing them gently and making my dicklet twitch slightly. After looping the rope around the base of my balls, she then placed her fingers around the tip of my shaft to hold it upright, making me hold my breath for a moment.
She must’ve realised the effect her touch was having on me, as she suddenly looked up into my eyes, and with a smirking smile slowly began moving her fingers down my erect cock, pumping me very slowly as precum began forming from my tip. I had almost forgotten how good it felt to masturbate normally!
Yet my fun was very short lived; after three slow pumps, Sarah lost interest and got back to looping the rope around my now hard-as-steel shaft. To finish up, she tied the end of the rope around my hips, which resulted in my dick being held up against my tummy. Despite this, I knew that if I flexed my pelvis upwards a bit, it would cause friction with the tight rope around my cock, but at the same time it would pull down on my balls.
Standing up and taking a step back, Sarah quietly admired her work and seemed to be satisfied.
“Mistress is parched after that. Go fetch me a cup of water.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, bowing my head slightly.
As I started walking towards the kitchen, Sarah stopped me:
“Excuse you, but why the fuck are you walking like you’ve got a massive penis between your legs?”
“I’m sorry Mistress, but I have to walk with my legs parted because of the rope around my balls, and-“
“And nothing. No sissy walks like that! Thighs together, one foot in front of the other. A good sissy will always have a bit of sway in her hips. Go on now.”
Pressing my thighs together, I felt my legs squishing my testicles, causing quite a bit of discomfort. Remembering that I would be wonderfully compensated for staying in line helped me get through the pain as I swayed my butt towards the kitchen.
Thankfully a few cups were on the drying rack next to the sink, as otherwise it would be impossible to reach the other glasses placed in a cupboard at head height. I turned around and fumbled around the counter until my fingers made contact with one of the cups. I managed to grab it precariously, and began wondering how I’d place it in the sink to fill it up. I knew the only way to do this was to lift myself backwards up onto the counter so I could gently place the cup under the faucet.
After three attempts (two of which nearly resulted in me falling face forward onto the floor), I was finally sitting on the edge of the sink, the buttplug being pushed in further, and gently lowered the cup. The tap was too far out of reach, so I hopped off, spun around, and bent over to use my mouth to lift the tap. I hadn’t been gentle enough and ended up opening the tap too much, making water spurt out and overfill the glass, shooting some of the water onto my face. Using my chin to press the tap down again, I considered how I was going to grab the cup without spilling anything; doing so backwards would not work. So I bent over again and bit the edge of the glass, slowly lifting it to see if I could hold it. It was going to be hard, but it was doable!
I walked back slowly to the living room, trying to ignore the pain around my balls as wincing would result in me dropping a glass full of water on the floor.
Sarah had sat down on the sofa, fiddling with her phone. She didn’t even look up at me, rather just pointed one finger to the ground. I knelt in front of her with much difficulty. After a few second she finally looked up at me, disgust across her face:
“You’re expecting me to drink from a cup you have had your cock sucking mouth on? For fucks sake, Chloe! You absolute dumb slut! Give me that here!”
Sarah took the cup from my mouth and placed it on the table by the sofa, next grabbing my hair and yanking me towards her. I tried standing up unsuccessfully and ended up falling crotch first onto her lap, butt in the air.
“I’m sorry, Mistress! But there was no way I could-“ I tried pleading, but was cut off when she tugged my hair backwards a bit.
“No excuses! A monkey could’ve brought me a cup of water without slobbering all over the glass. Are you a monkey?”
“No, Mistress,” I replied, and with a smirk, continued: “I’m just a dumb slut!”
“Oh, are we being funny now?” Sarah growled, tugging at my hair again, nearly giving me whiplash. “Maybe it’s time I teach you what happens when you disobey my orders!”
I was about to protest and tell her that I followed her orders as she never mentioned how I was supposed to bring the cup back, but as I opened my mouth the air was slapped out of me as her palm landed heavily on my buttocks.
“Don’t… bring… dirty… disgusting… stuff… to… your… Mistress!” Sarah spat with every spank she delivered while still pulling my hair back.
With every blow, my roped up dicklet rubbed against her thighs, sending pain and pleasure signals up to my brain. I also moaned with each slap, but I didn’t even know if it was happy noises or sad noises.
She continued slapping my butt, alternating slightly where her hand landed, and always being off-tempo so as not to get me used to a rhythm, making each new blow very unexpected. I couldn’t see, but I could tell my ass was red.
“Was that 25 slaps?” She asked suddenly after landing another blow but this time keeping her hand pressed against the spot.
“Was I supposed to be counting?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering and breaking.
“Oh, you stupid cockwhore! Do you think it’s MY job to count your punishment?” She retorted angrily.
Sarah lifted her hand and slammed it down again.
“One!” I shouted, now aware that I was the one supposed to keep count.
“Are you slow? Do you read a book out loud?” She slapped me again. I kept quiet. “Let’s start again. One!” And her hand descended on me once more.
I did my best to keep count, but the lack of rhythm was throwing me off. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally was able to shout:
“Twenty five!”
“Is the dumb cum guzzler thinking 25 is enough? You think that was a fair enough punishment?” Sarah growled in my ear.
“No,” I said, defeated as I knew it was a trick question and that if I had said yes, she’d just keep on going.
But she didn’t.
She placed her hand gently on my ass and began rubbing it carefully. Sarah even bent over to kiss me in a few of the spots that seemed redder.
“Lucky for you, Mistress is getting tired of punishing her sissy. What do we say?”
“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress.”
Her hand continued to rub my butt, moving down the middle until she could reach in between my legs to touch my wrapped testicles. As her hand made its way back up my asscrack, her fingers danced around the buttplug. She tapped it a few times, grabbing it by the base and pulling on it enough to let my body suck it back in when she let go.
My body naturally reacted to that feeling, leading my roped dicklet to twitch slightly. Sarah repeated that motion a few more times and then slid her hand down between my legs again, this time reaching the tip of my cock. With the palm of her hand, she began rubbing the head, resulting in further twitching.
Sarah then removed her hand and brought it to my face. Her palm was glistening with my precum.
“Do you see this? Real men don’t get all wet like this when they have a buttplug holding back another man’s cum in their ass. Yet here you are, leaking like a bitch in heat after having your back hole toyed with… and you have the guts to tell me your biggest dream is to fuck me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, slightly ashamed for being so turned on by something so gay.
“You really want me to believe the one thing you want to do is stick that pathetic excuse for a dick inside my glorious pussy?” She teased me again, this time rubbing her hand against my lips. “Look at you! You’re even licking your own cummies! You’re not a man!”
“I am, I promise, Mistress!”
“Then show me! If you manage to resist eating your own cum, I’ll let you fuck me tonight instead of having to wait for after the party.”
I nodded in agreement. That couldn’t be hard to do! All I had to do was now eat my own cum, and despite having the plug in me and having my shaft wrapped up, surely it wouldn’t be difficult to do!
Sarah lifted me off her lap and made me sit on the sofa beside her. She then stood up and grabbed my legs, lifting them up and turning me 180 degrees around, placing my feet over the backrest of the sofa. I was now essentially upside down, my ass in the air, and my dicklet pointing towards my face with my arms still tied behind my back.
Shit! I was in a prime position to be eating my own jizz. I just had to make sure I didn’t cum!
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Love and kisses,
Chloe