Femdom stories

Femdom story: Sissy's birthday treat

Femdom story about humiliated sissy, forced cumeating, sissy punishment, pissing and feet licking.

"As it's your birthday Fifi, I have decided it should be a special day to

remember. What do you think?" my Mistress asked me.

I couldn't speak of course, laying next to her tied to the bed, gagged and

wearing my black babydoll. I nodded and grunted.

"Well, first of all there are some rules for today. One, you will not be allowed

to cum all day on pain of very severe punishment. Two, you will not speak

unless I give permission. Three, the only things you will eat or drink will be

what I give you and four, I will let you know of any new rules I think of during

the day". She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "On second

thoughts, I might not tell you the new rules till after you've broken them" she

said, smiling down at me.

I groaned inwardly. It was going to be a tough day.

"First I'm in need of a good clean up front and back. I didn't get a chance to

wash last night after you filled me with cum so you'll have to be especially

thorough". She leaned over and released my hand and leg cuffs and removed

my leather gag then pulled out a pair of week old unwashed panties that she

had rammed in last night. "First you can kiss and lick my neck, nipples and

pits. You know how that gets my juices flowing. When I say, you can then

start on my feet and then work your way up to my pussy, which should then be

dripping and mixing with yesterdays fluids nicely"

I slowly rolled over and began my allotted tasks. I had forgotten the 'clitty

strap', as my Mistress called it. It is a piece of leather with some straps at one

end which clamp round the base of my 'clitty' and then has some thongs

which secure the leather along the length of my 'clitty'. The whole thing is

pulled back between my legs by an attached chain, which nestles in the cleft of

my buttocks. Once fitted, it is tied in place with another pair of leather thongs

which loop back round my waist and are tied off at the front. With my 'clitty'

thus tied an attempted erection is both impossible and intensely painful. Oh,

did I mention that the length of the leather is lined with hundreds of tiny pins.

As I moved about her gorgeous body I couldn't help but try and rub my crotch

on whatever came close. In spite of the hundreds of tiny pins digging into me I

still had an overwhelming urge to do it. My Mistress noticed my discomfort

and deliberately rubbed her thigh between my legs. I winced but responded

back by rubbing myself like the shameless whore she says I am. "What's the

matter little Fifi? You look to be in some pain" she asked.

"No Boss, it's just my 'clitty' hurts a little". She immediately grabbed my

right nipple and gave it a vicious pinching twist. I yelped at the unexpected

pain. "What did I just say about today's rules?" she fumed. "S..s..sorry

Mistress, I forgot". My second mistake. "You just don't fucking learn do you"

she shouted. She pushed me off and jumped out of bed and went over to the

cupboard where the toys are kept. She returned with the large butt plug I had

bought as a joke. She pushed it into my mouth and said "Roll over you

mouthy little bitch and spread those cheeks".

Not being able or even allowed to speak, all I could do was roll over and

comply. "You'd better juice that up good because I'm not wasting any

lubrication on you, stupid whore". I frantically slobbered as much as I could

onto the rubber butt plug. She leaned over and unceremoniously pulled it from

my mouth. She then pulled my 'clitty strap' chain to one side and pressed it

against my exposed anus. "Well" she said. I realised I was going to have to

humiliate myself by pushing back onto the large intruder. I gently pushed

back. "Not one sound, you understand bitch" she spat. I nodded and continued

to push back. "Oh come on get on with it" she ordered. It was beginning to

hurt as the large tapered body slowly pushed past my tender sphincter.

Eventually, with some struggling and my biting my lip to keep quiet, it sunk

all the way in with my sphincter closing back round the narrow end piece. I

sighed with relief. "Not so fast little lady" she said as she roughly pulled it

back out half way and rammed it back in again.

I couldn't help myself, I let out a yelp. I looked back over my shoulder with

tears forming in my eyes. My Mistress smiled back with a wicked grin. She

did it again half a dozen times. "Now perhaps you will realise I am serious". I

quickly nodded several times. "Good girl" she said and slapped me hard on

my left cheek. My asshole hurt like hell. "Now where were we" she said.

* * *

She lay there luxuriating in the afterglow of a huge orgasm. I was still trapped

between her thighs with my face pressed into her pubic mound. Eventually she

stirred. "Well Fifi, that was very nice. As a reward I'm going to allow you to

do one of the things you're always begging me to let you do, when you're

being all submissive and about to cum. Won't that be nice?" she said. Not

knowing what she was talking about I could only nod. She pushed me away

from between her legs and got out of bed. Walking once more to the toy

cupboard she returned with a leather blindfold which she placed over my eyes.

Next she took my hand and pulled me to my feet and led me unsteadily out of

the bedroom and down the corridor. She pushed on my shoulders and I sank to

my knees. She pulled my hands behind my back and I felt the handcuffs going

on. "Don't go away" she giggled. "There is some very big and important clean

up work for you in a moment". My mind raced, surely she wasn't going to do

it for real. All that nonsense that I said on the eve of cuming was just to carry

me over. She wouldn't force me to do it for real would she?

I heard the door to the toilet open and my Mistress sit down. A moment later

there was a splash, followed by another. "OK my slutty little toilet mouth, it's

time to clean your Mistress". I sensed her presence close to my face. She must

have spread her cheeks because I could now distinctly smell her recent

activity. "Well, I haven't got all day, cunt. Lick it clean NOW".

I slowly leant forward trying to reach her with my tongue. She stepped back

and I knew at last what it meant to be a true toilet slave. It tasted horrible but I

kept licking till she was clean. "Now dry it, shit eater" she said. With acute

embarrassment I lowered my head and gently rubbed up and down with my

hair between her spread cheeks.

"Now I think I would like  to read the Sunday papers so it's some bondage for

you" so saying she pulled my to my feet and led me back to the bedroom. She

removed the cuffs and ordered me to undress. I soon stood naked before her

except for my 'clitty strap' and concealed butt plug. "Full uniform with ankle

and wrist cuffs but no knickers. Oh and some nipple clamps underneath the

false titties" she added. As I was getting into my French Maid's outfit she was

attaching a chain to the ceiling hook. I was soon fully dressed in my waist

cincher, suspender belt, fishnet stockings, bra filled with falsies which pressed

on my clamped nipples, four inch patent leather stilettos and my black satin

maid's dress with matching frilly apron.

She bent down and attached a three foot long leg spreader to my ankle cuffs.

Next she walked me over to stand under the dangling chain. She pushed my

arms back and ordered me to hold a broom handle in the crook of my elbows.

She brought my wrists round to the front and attached them together with a

small length of chain. With the broom handle in the small of my back and my

wrists chained together at the front I was now completely at her mercy.

She wound the dangling chain round the broom handle and hauled it upward

forcing me to lean slightly forward and hooked it off using a snap link. She

came round to the front of me and gave me two or three heavy sucking kisses

on my neck leaving me with highly visible hickeys. She knew this would be

causing me considerable discomfort with my 'clitty strap'. She went and got

some soiled knickers from the clothes basket and proceeded to rub them back

and forth across her still wet pussy. "Open wide, slut" she ordered and pushed

them into my mouth. She refitted the leather gag with the tongue suppresser

and attached neck collar. It was a struggle to get it in with the knickers still in

place but she eventually worked it in and buckled it up tight at the back of my

head and round my neck. She took a small length of chain and fed it though

the metal loop on the front of the leather gag's neck collar. She pulled it down

forcing my chin onto my chest and connected it to the length of chain running

between my wrists. I was now permanently staring at the floor and I could feel

the drool beginning to run out the side of my gag and down onto my boobs

which were forced apart by the chain running down between them.

She went behind me and I felt her lift my dress up and tuck it under the broom

handle behind my back, leaving my backside and stocking-topped thighs

exposed. She came round to the front again and squatted down looking up at

me. "Comfortable are we my little slut?" she asked. I tried to nod but couldn't

move my head. "I take it that's a yes then" she smiled. "Do you know what

this is?" she asked, holding a magic marker felt pen. It had 'caution - indelible

ink' written on the side. "It's your birthday today isn't it. So I thought, instead

of all that blowing out candles nonsense, we would raise some Birthday weals.

So how many is it then, twenty five, thirty, thirty five?" she said mockingly.

"Oh, I remember, it's forty, isn't it" she smirked. I tried to hold back the tears

but I knew they were forming.

"The problem is Fifi, I would probably lose count of so many weals, so I've

brought along this pen so that I can mark them off as we go. You better pray

that I hit hard enough to raise a weal, otherwise I'll just have to keep hitting

the same spot until one comes up, won't I".

She stood up, went over to the cupboard and took out her riding crop.

Swishing it though the air a few times she walked casually back over to me

and showed me the crop up close. "Remember it well my little cross-dressing

pansy" she said as she slowly ran it's tip up and down my face. She went

behind me and without further preamble cracked the crop very, very hard

across both my cheeks. I grunted and bucked in shock but I wasn't going

anywhere. "Ooh, nice weal" she said and stepped forward and wrote a number

one next to the mark. "Only thirty nine to go, you pathetic little cunt" she said.

* * *

I received well over sixty strokes by the time she was satisfied and wrote the

number forty next to the last weal. I was in agony and sobbing as I hung

helpless in the tight bondage. "Now don't go away" she said. "I'm going to

read the Sunday papers some more, so you just stay put and think on your

misdemeanours. When I've finished we will have lunch which you will

prepare" so saying she left me there still sobbing and staring at the floor as I

drooled down my front, my backside and tops of my thighs burning and

covered in numbers.

After about an hour she came back and released me and removed my gag.

"You may speak slave" was all she said. I dropped to me knees and kissing her

feet thanked her for my punishments and begged her forgiveness. "Quiet" she

ordered. I shut up at once and waited. "You will prepare my meal and bring it

on a tray. If it not to my complete satisfaction than it's back into chains for

another Birthday lashing. Oh, you will also pour out a bowl of dried dog food

and leave it in the middle of the kitchen floor. That is all trollop. You may go"

she turned and went back to the living room.

I prepared her meal and took it in to her. I stood in the corner whilst she ate.

Eventually she spoke "It will do, I suppose. But now we have to feed Fifi her

special Birthday treat. She ordered me to the bedroom again where I was told

to remove just my maid's dress. She once more went to the cupboard and this

time returned with a dog collar and lead and a roll of heavy sticky tape. She

buckled the collar around my neck and attached the lead to it. She ordered me

to put my hands out in front of me and make two fists. She wound the tape

round and round each fist until they were thoroughly bound. "Little doggie

bitches don't have hands, they only have paws" she said. "Until I say

otherwise you are now my pet bitch. This means no talking of any sort. You

may bark or whine but nothing else. Is that clear?" she asked. I gave a short

bark and she smiled. "Good bitch. Now down on all fours until I say

otherwise" she said as she gave a tug on the lead. I dropped to the ground and

crawled along behind her as she led me to the kitchen.

"OK doggie eat up". I looked up at her and whined in my best hang-dog way.

"What's the matter Fifi, is it too dry?" I panted and woofed a few times.

"Um...let me see what can we do to moisten them up a bit for you?" she said

smiling wickedly. I suddenly realised where this was probably going and

started whining again, trying to show my concern. "You're right, they are too

dry. I'll just have to moisten them personally for you won't I?". So saying she

squatted over the bowl. Looking all the while at my face she let forth a stream

from her bladder. It completely filled the bowl and spilled out onto the floor

before she had finished. "There, that should be wet enough for anyone

especially a very badly behaved little slut like you Fifi". She walked back over

to me and held up her foot to my face. "I seem to have splashed myself Fifi, be

a darling and lick it all off".

I closed my eyes and tentatively started to lick her foot. It was warm and salty.

"Now the other one, bitch" she ordered. I hastily obeyed. "Well DRY them

you wimp" she ordered. I rubbed my head over her feet until they were dry.

"Now eat your meal and lick up all this mess. I don't want to see you again

until it's all clean. When you're done I will take you for a walk in the back

garden so you can do your business." With that she turned and strode out of

the kitchen. I turned to look at the mess in the bowl and on the floor and

started to sob again. Her last directive about being made to urinate and

defecate in public filled me with dread. After what she had already put me

through I didn't doubt for a moment that she really meant it.

I crawled over to the bowl with dismay and looked down into it with disgust. I

tentatively leant down and tried an exploratory slurp. It was as bad as I had

expected. Unfortunately there was nothing else for it but to carry out the

wishes of my Mistress.

* * *

I lay dejectedly on the kitchen floor after my 'lunch' until my Mistress came

back about an hour later. She had put on a coat since I last saw her. "Good

doggie, you've eaten all your nice lunch that I prepared for you. Good girl". I

got up on all fours again and woofed acknowledgement of her encouragement.

"Now it's walkies, girl" she said as she picked up the lead and started to pull

me out the kitchen. When we reached the back door she stopped, bent down

and undid my 'clitty strap' so that it dangled down between my legs but didn't

remove it completely. The relief of not having my penis pulled back between

my legs was enormous but short lived. I knew where we were going and it

filled me with dismay. "Oh, I almost forgot something didn't I?" she said as

she reached down and grasped the exposed part of my butt plug. With a swift

tug she yanked it out accompanied by a horrible squelchy sucking noise.

"Oohh, it's a bit...urm...dirty. What shall we do with it while you perform your

duties, little doggie?" she asked. I whimpered, knowing the probable answer.

"I know, you can clean it up for me. Open wide little doggie".

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth trying not to think about what was

going to happen. She slowly pushed it in to my open mouth and twisted it

round a few times as my lips closed over the narrow part at the base of the

plug. "Good doggie. Well, lets go" she said as she opened the door and

stepped out into our back garden. I crawled out behind her, staring at the floor.

She strode up to the tree in the corner of the garden and sat down on the bench

underneath it. She pulled on the lead until I was alongside the bench. I

couldn't bring myself to look up and stared resolutely at the ground. Here I

was on all fours, out in public wearing female undergarments, sucking on a

dirty butt plug. To say I was mortified was an understatement. I wasn't sure

how much more of a birthday treat I could stand.

"Well doggie, get on with it. I haven't got all day" she said. I lowered my back

and started to pee. I whimpered with embarrassment but was effectively

gagged by the butt plug. My 'clitty strap' was soaked as I'd had to pee through

it. I looked up at my Mistress and saw she was observing me though lidded

eyes and was slowly rocking back and forth on the bench. I realised she was

close to orgasm, brought about by my intense embarrassment. "Go on doggie

DO IT" she hissed through clenched teeth. I shuffled forward and to my shame

I defecated onto the ground.

As I finished I heard a sigh from my Mistress. She slowly opened her eyes and

sank back into the bench. "Good doggie, good girl" she said softly. She slowly

stood up and walked me over to the garden hose which she used to spray me

clean. We walked slowly back to the house with me still staring rigidly at the

floor, hoping that none of our neighbours had witnessed the spectacle.

"OK bitch, stand up" she ordered. I realised my doggie duties were over and

gratefully stood up. She pointed to my wrists and I lifted them up for her to

remove the sticky tape. She casually ripped away the tape and stuck the pieces

on my boobs. "Now, my little pansy slut, it's time for your last birthday treat".

I shuddered to think what she had planned for me. "First take out the butt plug

and wash out your mouth, then go and take everything off including your

'clitty strap' except the suspender belt, stockings and shoes. Put on your frilly

red knickers, with a matching lipstick. You can also bring back the handcuffs

and the blindfold. Come back here when you're done". I nodded and tried to

curtsy but it was difficult without a dress. I went to the bathroom, spat out the

butt plug and frantically cleaned my teeth. I hurried to the bedroom and

removed my bra and falsies. It hurt like hell as I took off the clamps and the

blood rushed back into my nipples. Next the waist cincher came off which was

also a tremendous relief. I quickly put on my red frilly knickers and ran some

bright red lipstick round my lips. I collected the handcuffs and blindfold and

returned to the back door.

"Very becoming, slut" was all she said. She was holding the magic marker pen

again and a small tin of treacle. "Stand still bitch, while I write a little love

message on you". I stood stock still and looked straight ahead as she wrote on

my chest. "There, what do you think?" she asked. I looked down at myself but

it wasn't easy reading upside down. "I'll read it out to you if you like, I know

it must be difficult being such an air-head. It says 'My name is Fifi and I like

to suck big dicks'. Which is true, isn't Fifi?" she asked. I looked into her

smiling face and knew I had to nod yes. "Good, I'm glad that's settled, now

take this treacle and go and handcuff yourself to the overhanging branch of the

big tree at the bottom of the garden. Careful where you stand, you don't know

where any dogs may have been" she said looking at me with a smile. I

blushed. "Before you handcuff yourself I want you to pour the tin of treacle

down into your knickers and then put on the blindfold. I'll be watching from

the bedroom. If you do it all correctly I'll be along in a while to release you. If

you don't do it right I'll leave you there all night. Is that clear?" she said. I

nodded. What else could I do?

* * *

I had lost all track of time. It had seemed ages since I put myself in this

situation. Hands handcuffed above my head, standing here in the open,

wearing garish female lingerie, high heels and blindfolded by my own hand.

Worst of all was the feeling of the gooey mess oozing from  my knickers and

slowly dribbling down my legs.

Suddenly I heard a noise nearby and my heart leapt. Anyone could have come

into the garden and I was completely exposed to them. Something touched me

near my left nipple and I flinched. I felt a caress on my face. I was suddenly

petrified. "Who's there" I whispered. "Like to suck dick do you honey?" a

man's voice said quietly. I broke out in a sudden sweat and started panting.

"Please, I can explain" I said in a panic, trying not to raise my voice and draw

attention from our neighbours. "Nothing to explain darling. Or can I call you

Fifi?". I really started to panic. Where was my Mistress? Had she set this up?

Was she watching from the comfort of our bedroom and laughing at my

predicament?  "Hey baby, we're going to enjoy ourselves" he whispered in my

ear. I flinched at his closeness. I felt him run his hands gently up and down my

back and slowly bring them round to circle my nipples as he started to gently

nuzzle and kiss my neck.

In spite of myself I felt my body responding to the caresses. I couldn't stifle a

moan as he started nibbling on my left ear lobe. "That's it baby, relax and

enjoy it" he whispered. I felt him come round to my front and start to kiss my

chin, my cheek and then my forehead. I was torn with mixed emotions. His

tender kisses were beginning to have an effect and I felt myself getting an

erection in my sticky knickers.

His hands slowly stroked their way down my body and slid into my knickers. I

moaned again. I couldn't stop whatever he wanted to do anyway but even in

my wildest fantasies I'd never imagined an encounter like this. He started to

pull my knickers down past my rampant prick. "Ooh baby, you are in a mess.

I'm going to have to clean you up a little aren't I?" he murmured. I felt a

tongue start to lick the sweet mess from my crotch and I rolled my head back

in pleasure and gasped. He started to lick and suck slowly along the length of

my shaft and eventually reached the swollen head. I felt his hands on my ass

which he started to gently rotate and caress. He slowly pulled my ass cheeks

apart and started to rub up and down between them. I moaned and started to

gyrate my hips under his strokes. I was incredibly turned on now and didn't

want him to stop what he was doing. He stood up, kissed me and said "Well

honey, I know you like to suck dick but do you like to take it up the ass?".

I was suddenly nervous again. "Please, no don't do it. Please" I pleaded. I felt

him circle behind me again. "Come on honey, I know you're enjoying it" he

said as he lent round me and started to gently rub my stiff prick. Once more he

started to rub up and down between the cheeks of my ass. I whimpered and

thrust my ass back and spread my legs as wide as I could, just like the whore

my Mistress said I was. "Ooh, you nasty girl. You really do want it don't

you?" he mocked. "Well, you'll just have to ask me nicely". I trembled with

embarrassment but I managed it. "Please, ooh please fuck me up the ass. I

want to feel you cum in my ass. Please do it to me" I begged. He pushed his

stiff member against my puckered anus and we both pushed towards each

other. It hurt on the first stroke but then started to feel wonderful.

We fucked together for what seemed like a long time until at last I felt him

increase the tempo. Suddenly he groaned and stood still and shuddered. I felt a

rhythmic pulse shooting though his prick as he pumped me full of his load. I

felt wonderful and slutty and wished it had carried on for longer. He slowly

pulled out and I felt a flood of warm goo slop out down the backs of my legs

from my still semi-dilated asshole. Without a word he came round to the front

of me and gave me a long sensuous kiss. Then as he stroked my nipples he

kissed his way down to my straining prick. He slid his mouth over the end and

I thrust into its eager depths.

I started to rhythmically thrust my prick into the warm sucking mouth. It was

an incredibly erotic experience and I was losing myself to it more and more.

The mouth engulfed my entire length and slowly drew back up again, only to

come sliding back down the full length again. Again and again, faster and

faster. I couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly let out a strangled moan and

orgasmed like I'd never orgasmed before. I bucked and trembled with the

receding spasms as I slowly grew limp and sagged in my bonds.

He slowly lifted my face up and gave me another long and sensuous kiss. I

realised I was getting back most of my own semen but I didn't care. I was only

too grateful after such a fabulous climax. "See you around Fifi. Next time you

can return the compliment" was all he said as he turned to leave. "Please,

don't go" I said. "At least take off my blindfold so that I can see who you are"

I pleaded. "Sorry honey, can't do that" he said. "Well, at least give me your

name" I asked. There was no reply. I strained to hear for any foot steps, but

there were none.

"I thought I told you no speaking" a familiar voice said close behind me. I

spun round as best I could with my hands cuffed to the overhead branch.

"Look at you, you hussy. Knickers round your ankles, cum dripping down

your legs and chin. What are we to do with you?" she chided, but in soft

tender tones. She undid the handcuffs and I slumped down slightly, but she

caught me easily and guided me back to the house. I was still in shock from

the strange encounter. I tried to speak but she put her finger to my lips and

shushed me. She carefully helped me out off my clothes and blindfold then guided

me to a deep warm bath that she had already run for me. I gratefully sank down

and relaxed in the hot water.

I must have drifted off to sleep for I was awoken by my girlfriend as she

gently pulled the plug from the bath and handed me a large towel. As I dried

myself I couldn't wait any longer, I had to ask. "Who was he?". She just

smiled. She looked so different now standing there in a bathrobe. No trace of

my stern Mistress from a few hours ago. "Did you enjoy your birthday" she

asked. "It was mind blowing, I could have cum a thousand times. You were

fantastic". I meant every word, it had been one hell of an experience. "So who

was he?" I asked again. She smiled and put her hand in her left pocket and

brought out a small black device about the size of a pack of cigarettes. With

her right hand she pulled open the bathrobe to reveal a very realistic strap-on

dildo with moulded testicles. She put the black box to her throat and pressed a

button.

"Well honey, I know you like to suck dick, but do you like to take it up the

ass?" she said, but it came out in a man's voice. His voice! At the same time

she reached down and squeezed the fake balls dangling between her legs. A

stream of white gooey liquid squirted out of the dildo and landed on the carpet

at my feet. "Amazing the things you can buy these days, isn't it?" she said in

her masculine voice. I couldn't help but laugh as I gave her a great hug and

covered her with kisses. It sure had been a birthday to remember.

Oh, by the way, my girlfriend told me later that she had found out earlier that

the only neighbours who could actually see into our secluded garden would be

away all that weekend. She had put me though hell knowing full well I was

not going to get discovered!

Doesn't it just make you want to worship a woman forever?