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The birds chirped in the morning sunlight, as the young man slowly awoke from his slumber. He slowly stirred and eventually got out of bed. He stretched and looked in the mirror as a sunbeam fell over his body. Fascinated by the movement of shadows over his skin, he watched as the light danced over his thighs, torso, and backside. He leaned over to touch his toes, and chuckled as he looked in the mirror, and noticed his ass jiggle in the morning light.
A thought popped into his mind as he revved up for the day, of the woman with whom he had such a complicated and fraught inter-linkage of paths. He thought she liked him at first, but it turned out that actually, she loved ass, and nothing but the butt. Guy or girl, she couldn’t resist a cute curvy butt, and once she found out about his submissive desires and fantasies….
The lad reached for his phone, and in a true reflection of the sexually liberated technological zeitgeist in 2020, snapped a couple of pictures of his ass and sent them off to her. He knew she’d be pleased, despite them not having spoken for a few days. He settled into his day, and began his recently commenced exercise regimen, all the while hoping for the buzz of his phone to receive her reply.
He worked out hard, and during breaks, admired the changes he had witnessed to his body over the last eighteen months. He’d always found it a bit surprising, but he enjoyed the attention, and it wasn’t often that he found a girl so… appreciative of the male form…specifically his. Ever since they’d met, he’d been constantly having his ass pinched, kicked, teased… even fucked… and he loved it, to his great surprise.
After a few months of getting to know each other, they’d hit it off beautifully, way better than he’d ever dreamed. Here they were, the young man in a hotel room, having flown into town just to visit his Domme, and please her to the best of his ability. They had an agreement, and the way their relationship functioned worked perfectly for them both.
Nobody else would understand it, and so they wouldn’t even get the chance. She monitored his behavior and managed his time to make him as efficient as he would like to be. She used him for her pleasure, and as a result was frequently unburdened from the traditional feminine chores that have sapped the time of countless women over the millennia, through generations of patriarchy and male dominated societies. He loved the way she used and embarrassed him, and he loved being humiliated the way she did it.
Thunder boomed in the distance as he had breakfast, and she did indeed get back to him fairly soon. A couple of hours later she was messaging him rapidly back and forth as they discussed their plans for the day. He knew she’d be entertained by his presence, and indeed she did demand that he arrives at her place at 1.30 pm, wearing his tight, black and blue, satin panties under his regular clothes. “In fact, why don’t you just put the panties on right away, and spend the day wearing them, you naughty little ass-slut” she smirked as they talked to each other via video call.
He squirmed and nodded as he sat on his bed, agreeing obediently to each instruction she rattled off, as she instructed him to shave his face smooth, tidy up his crotch, and bring over his dildo and buttplug, as well as a selection of the panties they had chosen together when they first met. He spent the day dutifully following her instructions, knocking on her door at exactly 1.30 pm.
She opened the door with a faint smile…”Back for more, huh slut?”. She smacked his ass as he walked into the room, throwing the door closed and turning to face him. She smiled as he squirmed and nodded in embarrassment…She smirked as she noticed him blush and tremble slightly, still slightly surprised over the power she held over his weak male mind. She clicked her fingers, and said firmly, “Strip”.
He quickly and obediently undressed, right there beside the door of her flat as she crossed her arms over her breasts and watched him smirking. She stroked his jaw lightly as he stood there wearing just the panties she had instructed him to. She quietly whispered “Kneel”, and in an instant he sank down to his knees instinctively. She laughed softly and ruffled his hair, whispering, “Good boy”, as she stepped past him towards the shelf that stood beside the door.
She reached for the collar and leash that she kept beside the door, especially for him, and ran her fingers over the black embossed letters that adorned the front of the pink leather. “Is this what you want sweetie?” He nodded, still embarrassed by her condescending tone despite having heard it so many times before. She leaned down pinched his cheek, tugging it out slightly before releasing and slapping his face firmly. “Use your words, slut-boy. Haven’t I told you this before?!”
He yelped and gasped, quivering and looking up at her earnestly, “I’m sorry Mistress… Please” He gasped nervously. “Please Mistress, please may I have your collar around my neck.. Please Miss?”
She smiled and stroked his stinging cheek… “Awww.. That’s better sweetie.” she said, and squatted down beside him, caressing his face and looking into his brown eyes. “I’m glad you’re back, pet. Time for us to have our fun today. My friends will be over later too, I’m sure we’ll all have a great time, don’t you think?”.
He felt his face grow hot in embarrassment and excitement, and he nodded and softly whispered back to her, “Yes Mistress”. He squirmed as she ruffled his hair and lightly kissed his cheek.
She fastened the collar around his neck, and stood up, taking hold of his chain leash. “Good boy. C’mon pet”, and led him along towards her bedroom.

He followed nervously, unsure of what she had planned, but trusting her completely to give him the kind of attention he craved. He crawled eagerly after her, sneaking glances at her calves as she walked, excited by the possibilities, and eager to please the lady who had hypnotized him into being her collared, owned fuck-toy.

Her feet stopped when she got to her bed, and she sat down slowly, tugging him closer to kneel beside her bare feet. She guided him round to kneel in front of her and talked to him for a few minutes about his week, investigating her questions on how ‘good’ he had been in his own mind, and extracting suitable punishment suggestions from him for each transgression against his own standards.
“Okay sissyslut, so we’ve agreed about how you should be punished,” she began, considering him as he knelt on his knees in front of her. “And you’d better be a good boy today and behave yourself perfectly. You’re going to take all the punishments that you’ve dreamed up for yourself all day like a good little sissy-slut. You’ll say thank you when I punish you and you’ll ask nicely for more training.”
And of course my little desperate sissy-slut, you’ll maintain eye contact with me at all times and look at my FACE and not my body when I’m speaking to you. Right pet?”
He whimpered and nodded eagerly. “Yes Mistress, I’ll be a g..good little s..sissy-slut for you Miss,”.
She paused and caressed his face gently, leaning in to kiss him softly, then pulling back, tugging his leash taught, and slapping him sharply again.
“But why should I bother punishing you, bitch-boy? What’s in it for me, you desperate naughty little sissy?”
He blushed brighter than he had all day at this. “P…please Miss…” He whimpered as he knelt at her feet. “Anything you want from your little sissy bitch. All your chores obviously and anything else you like Miss.”
She smiled and looked into his eyes… She mouthed softly “Why, sweetie?”
He sucked in a breath as he blushed furiously. “I’m yours to play with however you like, all day, everyday. I love being your little painslut and fucktoy Mistress. I’m just so much better in every way ever since I met you…Please use your sissy boy Miss. I’m your plaything, being your pet is all I need.”
“Good boy. I’m glad you’re doing better baby.”
“Okay. Lets start. Hands behind your back, pet.” she whispered as she stroked his cheek. He obeyed immediately, smiling happily as she praised him for his answer.
She stood up in front of him and slowly wiggled her panties just slightly lower down her shapely hips… He watched, hypnotized. She covered her pussy with her hand to stop him from seeing the moment when the fabric slipped away from her moist folds.
He moaned helplessly in protest “Please Miss!”
She laughed and stroked his hair slowly with her other hand as she teased him. She extended her hand downwards to push her panties down, still blocking his view of her snatch with her upper arm as she laughed in his face.
He stared transfixed as she flexed her legs to squirm the panties further down her perfect thighs, slowly guiding the panties past her knees he watched her panties slowly fall to the floor. He shivered in excitement as she slowly stepped out of them, his cock throbbing in his panties, which she insisted he keep on at (almost) all times in her presence.
She scooped up her discarded panties between her toes and sat back down on her bed. She extended her leg and rubbed her wet panties in his face, dangling them in front of his nose and watching him inhale her scent deeply. Her hand still covering her wet pussy, she began to play with her clit. Her feet meanwhile reached in between his thighs to tease his cock as it throbbed in his panties…

He moaned in frustration as she taunted and denied him, his balls aching as she pushed her feet into his crotch, sometimes harder than others. He yelped occasionally, and quickly moved his thighs apart when she kicked them to wordlessly instruct him to do so. He obediently sat there, staring longingly between her thighs as he quivered helplessly, while her feet tantalizingly tortured his testicles.
“Please let me pleasure you Miss?” He pleaded, licking his lips in the most seductive and erotic way he could imagine. She finally relented and laughed as she moved her hand away.
“Okay pet. I’ll let you pleasure me. But only with your tongue, and you’d better make me cum, and it better be quick”.
“In fact….”
She finally moved her feet off his cock and reached to her bedside table for her phone, and took a few pictures of him. She teased him as she insisted on various different poses that she wanted, and he shivered in humiliation as he compliantly contorted his body into various positions to suit her liking.
She then set a three minute timer. “A hundred and eighty seconds to please me, pussy-licking slut.”
He trembled and nodded silently.
“Do you think you can do it?”
He quickly nodded and eagerly spoke up “Yes Mistress please! I’ll do my best and I’m sure I’ll please you in time… Please Miss.”
She chuckled at his enthusiasm and stroked his face as she yanked his leash and pulled his face closer to her. He was now upright on his knees, his eyes level with the lowest cut of her cleavage…But of course he had to be a good boy, and he quickly darted his eyes upwards to look at Miss, wondering if she’d seen him staring.
She had. She chuckled and slapped him again. “I’m up here, sweetie.” She held of his leash and smiled wickedly into his soul as she spread her thighs slowly in front of him. He trembled as he looked back at her, obediently trying to stop his eyes from twitching downwards for a glance.
“Good boy” She breathed, as she lovingly caressed his stinging cheek. She grasped a handful of his hair and tilted his head down so that he could look between her thighs. “Go on slut. Have a look. Ask nicely and you might even get to have a taste…”
She held him a few inches away from her wetness for another half minute, making him mewl and squirm eagerly. She laughed and taunted him as he tugged against her grip to try to reach her soaking pussy. She finally started the timer, and roughly pushed his face into her wetness, smothering him.
She made him eat her exactly the way she wanted, relying on her past training and her grip on his medium-length jet-black hair to guide his attention. He desperately licked the whole alphabet and a few dozen short stories against her buzzing clit, enjoying her moans of pleasure as she rode his face to orgasm, within just fifteen seconds to spare.

Her pussy throbbed in pleasure as the orgasm crashed through every nerve of her body. He desperately gasped for air against her clit, vibrating it, and sending her into an immediate second orgasm, mere seconds after the waves of the first had stopped crashing through her mind. She gasped and moaned in pleasure, praising him, and finally shrieking as her orgasm reached its crescendo.
She pushed him away roughly, and he fell to the floor beside her bed, gasping for air. They both sucked in sweet oxygen as she slowly recovered her senses while the tsunami of endorphins slowly receded. He meanwhile slowly got his breath back after barely breathing through the entire three minutes of pleasuring her.
Once this was done, she leaned down to kiss his wet lips tenderly, and licked his cum smeared face up and down. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you pet. Two orgasms in three minutes… you really are a good little pussylicker, aren’t you sissyslut? You’ve learned so well. Very nice”
He squirmed as she gave him credit for his part in her smothering him and denying him oxygen for three minutes, and eagerly nodded. “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”
She caressed his cheek tenderly and asked him if he still wanted to be punished. He eagerly nodded and whimpered a helpless “Yes Mistress”. She stroked his cheek and made him crawl up onto her lap, bent over for a spanking.
“Ask nicely for your Miss to spank your disobedient, easily distracted, little sissy ass, fuckboy”.
She made him beg eagerly and thank her for each of the fifty hard smacks she delivered to his back side, half with her hand, and the other half with a short cat o’nine tails that they had bought after they first agreed on the deal they had.
She continued to punish him in a variety of ways for another hour. But that’s a story for another time.
“Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress!”. He repeated himself over and over, until he was hoarse, and then some. He took it all like a champ, loving how she reminded him of his responsibilities to himself. They both enjoyed themselves to their kinky hearts’ content for the rest of the afternoon
She later started him off on a number of chores around the house, while wearing his chastity device and his pretty little frilly sissy maid outfit. They chatted and she monitored his work throughout the day, making him re-do various tasks, sometimes simply for her own amusement. He was here to learn patience, gratitude, and obedience too, after all.
They rested for a while in the evening, watching a movie together, curled up on the sofa together. She cuddled him and told him he had been such a good boy, as they lay together comfortably waiting for her friends to come over.

He smiled a lot that day, more than he had for the last two months. She smiled back him frequently too, sensing his joy at spending time with his lover, his Mistress, his Muse.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hbtiak/meeting_his_muse