Sunday, January 15, 2017

Fiction: fs01 - Part 60

Author’s note. This takes place not long after Part 58.


My nerve endings fire in anticipation. My hands fidget as Mistress paces behind me, her boots clicking against the wooden floor. I shiver a little, my naked flesh in the exposed air… the hard wooden stool presses coldly against the backs of my thighs. I can’t remember the last time I was this, “free”: my sex free of its steel prison, my body free of the accursed uniform.

I hear her steps cease. With a slow exhale Mistress places her gloved hands upon my shoulders, the fur of her robe gently teasing the surface of my skin, the sensation of her breath on my neck, the scent of her perfume creeps its way into my nose.

I feel my sex quiver but the chill and fear prevents it from fully enjoying itself. Strands of her her hair dance against my back as she shifts forward, placing her cheek against mine. A small giggle.

“Oh, pet, I hope that shrinkage is because of the cold.”

My cheeks blush red as she inhales loudly through her nose. I feel her lips place a gentle kiss upon my cheek.

“I decided you deserve a little treat. My devoted pet, you try so hard to please me.”

I instinctively lower my eyes and press my lips tightly together. Her words feel warm in my heart but I’ve never been good at receiving compliments or rewards.

I feel Mistress reach over my shoulder and click the mouse on the desk. The screen of her computer lights up as the whir of the hard-drive clicks and clacks. She turns her head and looks back at me with a smile.


Upon the screen appears a beautiful naked woman with large breasts. Her legs are spread and raised. A muscular man with a large penis stands between them. I watch as he penetrates her, thrusting and retracting his hips rhythmically. His light grunts are overpowered by her moans of pleasure.

Mistress moves around me to my right.

“Play with yourself, pet. I want to see you cum.”

I turn my head and our eyes meet. Surprise… astonishment… I stare at her like a deer in headlights. She clears her throat and nods. My eyes slowly return to the screen as my hand slowly drifts down to my waist. I hesitate, feeling wrong… feeling naughty… but I have permission… this is what Mistress wants.

My hand gently cups around the shaft. I stroke it. Panic sets in. I adjust my grip and continue rubbing.

I let out a whimper.

“What’s the matter, pet?”

I feel reality crush me with a devastating blow. I increase the pace and feel a lump form in the pit of my chest.

“Is something wrong?”

Mistress moves a few steps closer and looks down. I let out a light sob.

“Oh, pet, why aren’t you hard? I mean that woman is so hot, she’s got me wet.”

My hand abruptly drops my sex and I instinctively cover my face. The tears flow quickly.

“Talk to me, pet.”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I think I’m broken. I’m so sorry.”

I weep and whimper into my hands. I keep mumbling apologies as I wail and sob. My hands tug my hair as I lower my head in shame. How did I get so fucked up?

Mistress moves closer and puts her arms around me.

“Are you afraid that it doesn’t work anymore?”

I nod through the tears.

“and if it doesn’t work anymore, that makes you feel like less of a man?”

I nod again.

“I’m pretty sure it still works, pet… I think it just works a little differently. Do you want to find out?”

I nod vigorously. Mistress clicks the mouse again and the video on the computer screen stops.

“There’s a uniform in the garment bag on the sofa. Go put it on.”

I nod and wipe the tears from my face. At the back of the office sits the sofa and the garment bag. My chest heaves as I remove the fur-trimmed maid’s dress and begin to put it on. Mistress waits patiently as she watches. I approach her and present myself as she finishes the final buckles and locks the earmuff harness upon my head. She steps to one side and holds out her hand, directing me to sit again on the stool.

The computer screen changes to a new video. My breathing remains heavy. Mistress moves behind me and places her hands on my shoulders. On the screen a sissy maid lays strapped down to a horse. The Mistress paces back and forth behind him, swatting his bottom with a heavy flogger. On each impact he lets out a loud grunt. She pauses every few steps to admire her work and caresses his reddened flesh with a gloved hand.

I feel the blood rush below my waist and my sex twitches. The video cuts over to a new clip. A Mistress in a fur coat brandishing a large strap on stands behind a sissy maid bent over the bed.

“Play with yourself, pet.”

I nod and slowly close my hand around my penis. The Mistress in the video begins to violate the restrained sub as he groans against a gag. I feel it grow fully erect as I rub it. I feel Mistress reach around my sides and gently pinch and twist my nipples. I let out a low moan as my sex strains in my hand.

“See pet? I’m pretty sure it still works. Now stop.”

I relax my hand and Mistress firmly tugs my arms behind me. The lock clicks as she secures my hands behind my back. I flex my pelvic muscles as my engorged flesh aches for attention.

As the cravings subside rational thought kicks me in the gut. I lower my head.

“You just realized it, didn’t you?”

I nod.

“You aren’t broken… you’re just… defective… a deviant… a pervert. I’ll bet you’re wondering what the girls will think when they find out about it.”

I shut my eyes tight as blood rushes to my face. I’m fucked up. I’m fucked up. I’m fucked up.

“Why are you so upset, pet?”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
“Why are you sorry?” I sob gently without responding.

Mistress puts her arms around me and squeezes. She positions herself so that her mouth is at the side of my head.

“I did this to you, pet. I did it on purpose. You are MINE. Now no one will want you but me.”

She hugs me and rocks me from side to side.

“You are my pet. My pet. MY pet. MINE. I like you better this way.”

The feelings twist and turn inside. How quickly denial and anger concede to acceptance when you feel loved. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Good boy. If you were going to sulk about something that makes me happy I would have had to whip your ass. Now lose that erection so we can put your belt back on or I’ll have to go get some ice.”

I sneak a kiss on her shoulder. She moves her head and smirks at me. Her eyes penetrate my soul. She closes them and presses her lips against mine, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I love my Mistress.



  1. Well, I'm not surprised at fiction fur's reaction to the various types of porn. Vanilla sex holds little or no appeal to a sub, now does it? And really, why should it? The cock responds only when aroused, right? Personally, I'm very happy with that situation.

    1. Thank you, Lady Grey.

      I do believe the sub should only get aroused at things that please his Mistress :)

      This chapter seemed to fit a bit with fs's backstory and my own lingering self-doubt in regards to this topic. In addition to the feminization being sexist, there is another growing population of younger Dommes that get disgusted by subs that get aroused by "non-standard" means. Eg. Not sex, cunnilingus, etc.

  2. I was hoping the back story was to continue, but perhaps more on that later. It sounds like Mistress has conditioned fs exactly the way she wants him. And honestly...I don't think it's broken or defective. I think it is exactly what they both want.

    1. Thank you, Nora. That is indeed how she wanted him... and he just wants to be what she wants him to be.