Humiliation Phone Sex-Sissy Housemaid-Pt 2-Lau-A-0004 5-15-23

I could not escape the feeling of being a feminized bitch boy.

I loved the way Mistress looked at me. I’d lost count of how many times she pumped my inflatable butt plug, but I felt it was getting enormous inside me—completing the last task on her list of household chores. I kneeled at her feet and waited for her following command. She informed me that she wanted a light supper with a few words. “I would enjoy a fresh chicken Caesar salad with the dressing on the side.” I made my way to the kitchen to obey.

Like an excellent sissy housemaid,

I stood ready to pull out her chair, but she stopped me. She led me to the door’s archway that separated her living room and dining room, and I noticed the shiny hardware embedded in the baseboards. She cuffs my legs and arms into metal rings running up from the door frame and spreads my legs wide.

Then she places a ball gag inside my mouth.

She removed my apron and tucked my panties under the caged cock and balls that now belonged to her. I moaned as she removed my cage. She tied the base of my cock and balls with the end of a rope and then dragged the other end back to her chair. Now and then, Mistress tugs on the rope, making me moan softly. I am her slave and willingly take any punishment or reward she sees fit to give me. Setting down, she slowly ate her meal and sipped her wine.

As I moaned around the gag,

I could feel strings of saliva trail from my lower lip and down my chest. I thought how wonderful it was to sever my Mistress. She used time against me in the most delicious way. Because I never knew when she would pull the rope next. My cock, free from the cage that had held it for hours, was hard, thick, and throbbing. I blush, realizing I was drooling from there too. After finishing her meal, she freed my wrists and lowered me to my knees. Removing the ball gag, only long enough to replace it with another one.

The new one filled my mouth and provided a base to mount a vibrating dildo.

She switches it on high with a wicked smile. Then she ran her hands over her body, letting out a soft moan of her own, giving me the first validation of her enjoyment of using me for her pleasure. The smell of her intoxication made my cock twitch. I felt her legs come down on each side of my face. She rode the toy hard, tugging on the rope simultaneously. She pulled hard on the rope as she released herself, squirting her arousal around the dildo, soaking my chin. But I knew better than to blow my load without permission. “What a good slave with such outstanding cock control.

I’m so glad you already know your manhood belongs to me.”

Then she pushed my head down, and I licked the mess off the floor.
She guided me onto my feet, removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, and redressed me. Then she called me an Uber, and I was beet red the whole ride. Because Mistress had dressed me in drag and sent me home. Halfway home, I reached down to confirm my cock was back in its cage. Finally, I make it home and remove the individual parts of my service. —Wig, dress, heels, and butt plug with a satisfied sigh of joy. I was about to relax on the couch when my phone pinged, and it was a message from Mistress. A close-up shot of my caged cock and a picture of the heart-shaped key hanging between her perfectly plump breasts. The caption read.
“I know I’ll be seeing you again soon, my sissy housemaid.”

The first part of this blog can be found here and the very spicy audio is here