by Tina Majors
Of course she did.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” She said. “It appears that my sissy seems to quite like some of these suggestions!”
She stood up and hoisted me up off the beach towel. My sissy dick was pushing hard against my bikini but only until Jennifer roughly yanked the bikini down and off, pulling so hard that the string ties at the side came loose.
There was an immediate roar of titillation and laughter amongst the gathered crowd as I stood there in front of them in a tiny bikini top and naked from there down to my toes. My pathetic but absolutely rock hard boner was bouncing and twitching for all to see and as soon as I felt the temptation to cover myself up I knew I should immediately put my hands on my head as I had been trained to do.
“Ah, good, well done sissy,” Jennifer said. “You see everyone, whenever sissy feels like he should cover his modesty he knows to put his hands on his head to keep himself on display. Now I am worried that if I put him over my knee he will make a sissy mess everywhere, so I think what we’ll do is form a circle around him and take turns in holding him, spanking him, humiliating him, doing whatever we please with him. Go wild everyone!”
I was about to make a run for it, I was so scared. But it was a good job that I didn’t because I know full well I would have been caught anyway and given a terrible punishment.
Anyway, the choice was taken out of my hands by a powerful black man who took the initiative and put me in a headlock, bent me over, and began to spank my exposed cheeks.
“Say thank you, sissy!” Jennifer declared. “Say thank you to the Alpha!”
“Thank you, Alpha,” I said in between crying out in pain and humiliation at the hard spanks that were being administered.
The man laughed and then picked me up and flipped my upside down do that my ass was up by his face and my face was directly in front of his speedos. He began to spank me in this utterly degrading position, causing huge cheers and uproarious laughter from the crowd. As he was doing this, my face was banging against his cock, a dick that while already massive was appearing to harden each time my face swung back and mashed into it.
In an instinctive act that took me by surprise I began to pucker my lips so that each time my face went into his crotch it was as if I was kissing his dick.
“Oooooh, sissy likes this! I must make a mental note for future reference,” Jennifer said, laughing and seeming turned on herself.
The man put me down, slapped my ass, and pushed me back into the centre of the circle.
Everyone moved in even closer and within seconds I found myself being poked, spanked, made to suck toes, kiss ass cheeks, suck on nipples, have fingers pushed up into my own puckered sissy pussy.
It was all getting too much, the mix of pain, pleasure, humiliation, arousal, and degradation.
“Jennifer,” a beautiful woman said while pulling on both my nipples, “I think this little slut is about to shoot her load! Why don’t we make her squirt her cummies into her own mouth??
“Oh, yes!” Jennifer said, “An excellent idea! The perfect way of teaching sissy that squirting is always on his superiors’ terms.”
With that, I was picked up, turned upside down and my legs were bent forwards so that my throbbing cock was pointed directly at my face.
“Open wide sissy, we want to see as much of your stupid sissy juice go into that mouth of yours,” Jennifer said, to roars of excited approval from the women and men around us.
“Who wants to do the honours of wanking this sissy clitty then?” Jennifer asked. “First cum first serve, if you excuse the pun!”
A woman stepped forward, she was topless and as she bent down to grab my stiff cock, her breasts brushed my face and her nipples were inches away from my mouth. I reached out to lick them, completely out of control.
“Go on, have a quick suck you horny little bitch,” the woman said, and she squatted down and roughly pushed her nipples into my mouth. The nipples hardened immediately and she then got up and began to jerk me.
“Well this is pathetic!” She said, mocking the tiny size of my dick. “I like to handle big dicks, big thick veiny dicks that stretch me out! Not a little maggot like this. I wouldn’t even feel this. This is just, totally useless. I suppose that’s what you’re a sissy isn’t it?”
“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes, ooooooohh, urrrrgh, oooh,” I said, as my dick gave in to its desires and shot hot sissy cum into my mouth and over my face.
The crowd cheered and laughed. Flashes from cameras went off.
“Go on, keep jerking it, move it around so he gets some on his face!” Jennifer instructed.
Once they had finished draining my sissy cock I spent the next few hours servicing every single salty asshole on the beach that desired my services.
It was an exhausting experience, made harder by the spankings I would receive for not immediately doing it to the individual tastes of each new Mistress or Master.
“You need more ass-worship training,” Jennifer declared as we left the beach. “And don’t you worry, I will be reporting back to Madame Annabelle on this and I am sure we will be putting a plan in place to get that sorted and up to standard.”
“Yes Madame,” I said. “Please help me be the best sissy I can be.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Jennifer said, “We’ll begin advanced training this evening when we get back to the beach house. And I’ll be calling some friends in to help with that…”
**
So after what had happened at the beach, Madame Jennifer had taken me back to the beach house and trust me when I say she was true to her word when she said I would be getting some additional ass worship training that evening.
And again the next day.
And the next.
Well, I am sure you can see where this is going! Put it this way, I got to know her sweet, tight, smooth hole very well and my tongue actually seemed to be getting stronger from all the flicking, licking and pushing it was doing.
I had woken up that morning and was a little startled.
Where was Madame Jennifer?
I walked down the hand crafted glass and oak staircase and into the kitchen. I picked up a note on the table that informed me I was to get on the Crystal Cove Beach train that morning. Jennifer would apparently meet me there, with…
Some friends.
My mind raced with possibilities but I couldn’t think for too long as I had to get ready and rush for the train. I couldn’t risk the punishment that would come if I was late.
I slipped on the high cut, tight, lycra thong and matching bra and got into the women’s jeans and tight white t-shirt that had been left for me.
Such a humiliating outfit that anyone with even the slightest clue would immediately be able to read and tell they were looking at a sissy. I decided to cover up with a coat, I could always stuff it in my bag just as I arrived at the Crystal Cove Beach stop.
**
I waited patiently in the queue at the upscale supermarket shop at the train station.
I say I waited patiently but to be perfectly honest I began to get quite annoyed at the slow service and the seemingly meandering approach of the people on the checkout.
Not to say it was all their fault of course because I couldn’t help but notice some of the customers faffing about with their wallets and purses when they were being served; surely they knew that they would be required to pay for their items, so why not have your credit or debit card, or even rough amount of cash, ready to hand in order to keep the process going and the other customers on track in their schedule?
Well, the mind certainly does boggle sometimes at how unprepared people are for even the most basic of tasks.
Me, when I have every item I need in a shop I do a quick check of the price as this will tell me whether I have enough cash or I will need to use a card. Normally I don’t carry cash so this is kind of a moot point of course, but I am talking theoretically here. Then if it is card I am using I take the card out of my wallet and hold it in my other
hand.
This way I find that when my goods are being rung up at the checkout, I am ready to scan my contactless payment card over the machine and walk away with my goods. This is for my benefit, but it also benefits the checkout staff and the other customers.
Why of why people cannot think along similar lines I will never ever know.
Maybe I should take it easy and chillax on this topic?
Sure, we all could take a breather sometimes and put things in a better, more relaxed, perspective but really, I don’t see why people cant just be a little more efficient in how they go about things.
I once waited nearly fifteen minutes in a Tesco Express in London, England just because some absolute clot in the queue was rooting through her enormous and fully filled with junk carrier bag. This wasn’t some old forgetful person (apologies for the ageism, but you know what I mean), it was a damn student!
Well, after much rooting around they did indeed find their card, only for the card to not work. And to top all that off, they turn around say to the checkout staff that this was their old card and their new card was in the bag somewhere.
Well, talk about repeating your mistakes.
Another few minutes was spent by this student moron finding the correct card. I almost felt like applauding (sarcastically of course) when he did find and successfully process his purchases.
I could tell from looking around that others felt the same.
We all had places to be, and clearly this student didn’t – or even if he did, he clearly didn’t care much for punctuality. Anyway, as I say, I try not to get too worked up about these things.
I walked out of the store with my purchase and looked at my phone. I received a pop up notification that I had been signed out of my cloud service and I would need to sign back in again if I wished to keep up the preference of continual backing up of my data and ability to access previously saved items. This was a right pain and the whole point of this so called modern technology was you didn’t have to bother with such boring tasks as signing in anymore.
Or so I thought.
Well anyway, I found a seat and sat down and then signed in to my cloud and all was right with the world again. Another ping on my phone. What now! Well, it was a message (SMS, old school!) from my brother asking whether I was interested in attending a boxing match with him.
Well, no I did not want to do this and I promptly sent a reply giving short shrift to the idea.
What was he thinking?
He didn’t normally have the time of day for me so why the sudden interest in attending a high profile fight in the old squared circle with me?
Perhaps he was making an effort, perhaps he had a spare he couldn’t get rid of?
Well, I guess I would never know would I?
We didn’t get on particularly well, as I am sure you can gather from what I’m saying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder whether some people just aren’t cut out to be friends, no matter the level of bond or time spent together. One of life’s ponderable theories I guess.
But listen to me, I sound like a right barroom philosopher here.
Just when I thought I was all but done with answering to my mobile’s every bidding I felt it vibrate in my palm.
No ring noise, how odd.
Well, I shouldn’t have worried, it was simply a notification to say that my battery was in critical condition, deep deep deep into the nervous red zone of less than seven percent functionality. Well, this was a little bit of a worry because I really needed to make sure that I kept it in the world of the working.
I changed the light to dim level as I knew this was one of the best methods of conserving battery. I also logged out of apps as some of them ate battery like it was a bunch of tasty fruits (I mean quickly if you can’t track that metaphor!).
I felt uneasy, something was bothering me but I just couldn’t quiet put my finger on it.
I didn’t feel ill exactly, just a bit run down, a little bit nauseous. Not in danger of actually puking up, but I had the weirdly persistent feeling in my stomach that would usually happen during a bout of flu or temperature for example.
But I had to put this out of my mind.
I walked to the platform and waited for my train. I managed to find a small plastic seat to sit on and took a moment to look around and take in my surroundings. It was a medium sized city train station, normal selection of platforms that were being maintained to the bare minimum standard, as was to be expected in these austere times.
I looked down and saw an empty burger wrapper gently drift past my feet.
How disgusting, and weren’t people being paid to keep the station at least something close to clean and tidy? Well, on second thought, they weren’t being paid anywhere enough to be monitoring every single passenger and every single bin on a twenty four seven basis. And that was the key, the general populace would always blame the average Jo worker for perceived errors and misdemeanours rather than the fat cat bosses who ran the whole damn show, often into the ground it should be noted.
And sure, I’d just, albeit momentarily, fallen into that very same trap.
Well, either way, it didn’t change the fact that there was an empty burger wrapper whizzing around me feet.
I kicked out and missed.
How embarrassing.
To add to the grossness, it even momentarily got caught on my shoe the second time I tried.
Finally, the wind took mercy on me and the wrapper drifted off into the distance, possibly to bother some other poor civilian.
I looked up at the digital display and saw that my train was on time.
Thank the heavens for small mercies, I thought. And I’m not even religious, but I was just glad to know that my scheduled train was on time and I could get on my journey pretty soon.
I felt myself being shunted up a touch as a large man sat down next to me.
Wow, he really was too big.
I mean, it was unhealthy and quite a spectacle.
I mean, he didn’t smell or anything, but it was too much for me and I stood up. I simply didn’t want to be near this rotund man as I waited for my train.
Also, it occurred to me that in the event of us both getting up at the same time I would struggle to get past him and in the train. He would hold me back and I might end up in a less desirable seat.
Not going to happen, to put is simply.
Well, the time came and no sign of my train. I looked up at the digital display again, no sign of a delay there. What the heck was going on?
Well, I shouldn’t have worried. No sooner as the time changed to a minute after arrival time, I saw the train come round the corner and slow down as it approached my platform.
The time for my journey was approaching, I was getting closer to my destination. Just as the train pulled in, as expected, the fat man who had parked his butt near me got up and began to make his way to the front of the platform.
No chance, I thought, feeling determined that this buffoon wasn’t getting ahead of me.
I positioned my body near the safe edge of the platform and as the train ground to a loud halt I politely allowed the passengers wanting to alight and then sprung up and into the carriage, leaving the fat man in my wake.
I found a decent seat by the window and took my seat and began to wonder what lay ahead of me.
**
The train pulled in to the Crystal Cove Beach stop. I alighted with the other relaxed holiday makers. I’d got a couple of leering looks from male passengers during the journey.
All I could do was blush and look away.
As I stepped off the train I looked up and saw Madam Jennifer waiting for me, tapping impatiently on her Cartier watch.
“You’re late, sissy!” She said, a little too loudly for my liking, as I walked towards her.
I felt my face flush red and as I looked around I noticed one man, a large black man in a pinstripe suit, smirking and giving both Jennifer and I the eye.
“I’m sorry,
Madame Jennifer,” I said, trying not to sound like I didn’t disagree with her assessment of my timekeeping. The truth was that I was perfectly on time, but I suspected this was a trap to try and get me to fall foul of her rules and earn myself a punishment right there and then.
We walked to Jennifer’s hire car, a large white SUV that glittered in the blistering sun.
I looked at Jennifer and she looked absolutely incredible.
She was wearing a pair of white jean shorts that showed off her magnificently sculpted legs, the powerful thighs down to the toned claves and elegant ankles. Of course, her ass looked as incredible as ever, perfectly bubble shaped, catching the admiring glances of every man, and woman, who caught a glimpse.
On top she was wearing a funky black polka dot t-shirt that was tucked in to her shorts to emphasise her petit waist. Her perfectly round breasts wobbled gently, braless underneath. I felt my sissy dick get hard.
Yes, despite being a sissy bitch in training, I still had huge desires for my Madame.
And boy she did she know it…
“Get your stupid tongue back in your mouth before I bend you over the bonnet of the car for a hard, long spanking,” Jennifer said sternly, but also laughing, knowing full well the sexual power she held over me.
“Sorry, Madame,” I said, embarrassed that I had been caught out.
“Is that the best you can do?” She said, suddenly very angry. “Well, if that’s you best effort then I think I’m just going to warm up that sissy ass right here and now!”
With that, and without a moment for me to even attempt to resist, she grabbed be underneath my arms and lifted me up, flipped me, and faced me down on the SUV bonnet.
It felt very submissive, like I was some kind of cheap slut from a porn clip, presenting my ass to be used and punished.
Without hesitation, Jennifer yanked my shorts down to reveal my thong.
“Let the spanking begin!” She declared.
Spank after spank after spank came down on me. I remembered to thank her after each one and ask for more, even though I could feel my cheeks reddening at an alarming rate.