Delightful Decadence
Dec
13
2018
All In By: Mr. Pink

Disclaimer: Erotic Fiction for the Avid Reader. 

Please note, that these are erotic fiction stories only. They are posted here annonmously. I have permission from all of the authors to post them here.

These are not reviews and do not depict real life occurances or people in any way.  Any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental.    

Enjoy you nasty minded freaks!

MM

 

As instructed, I texted her I was standing at the front door.

Her reply said:

- Enter. The door is open. Stand in the front hall and await my instructions. Obey my orders completely and fully or else the evening is over, and you won’t see me again.

I walked in, and received another text:

- Put your phone on the table then take off all your clothes, put them in the closet and shut the closet door. Then take the collar that’s on the table, put it on and lock it. Then text me when you’re done.

I did as told. Standing there naked, in some stranger’s house, I picked up the collar. It was pink and had a label in large block print: “SISSY BITCH.” I put it on and then hesitated. Should I close the small padlock? Once it was locked around my neck, I knew I’d be trapped. Should I just do it, and hope for the best? Then, another text arrived.

- Welll? What’s taking you so long?

I just did it. Like jumping into a cold lake – I snapped the padlock shut, and replied to her text: “Mistress, I’m ready for your next command.” I was getting really nervous, and a little hard as well.

- Now, my little bitch, I know you would never lie to me, but I want you to take a selfie and send it to me, and make sure I can see the hard-on I know you have from thinking about what I have planned for you for the rest of the evening.

That made me pause. She knew I was very uncomfortable having my picture taken. Even in my submissive state, I knew that was too risky. During one of our prior dates, she talked me into letting her take a bunch of pictures of me dressed like a girl and doing all sorts of humiliating things, by promising she would delete them after we viewed them together. I gotta admit it was hot looking at them with her and having tease me. But, at the end of the night, I watched as she deleted all of them. I texted back: “I’m really sorry but I’m not into pictures tonight.”

As I feared, she didn’t like my response:

- Well, now, ROBERT G., I don’t think you have much choice but to obey my command. Your clothes are locked in the closet – yes, the door locked when you shut it - and your BITCH collar is locked around your neck. Are you planning to walk out the door and go home? Besides, as you can see, I already have some, ah, interesting pictures of you. So what difference does it make if I add another one to my collection. Now, my little sissy bitch, don’t delay the start of our fun evening any longer – taken the f*king picture and send it to me, NOW. You don’t what to suffer the consequences of disobeying me.

I was stunned. Scared. Frozen.

First, she called me by my real name. I don’t know how she figured it out. I certainly didn’t tell her and I didn’t think I left her any clues. But worse, she still had the pictures I was sure she had deleted. The one she texted clearly showed my face sucking what I knew was a large black dildo, but from the picture it looked like it might be a real cock. O, shit. I was scared and hard. My submissive fantasies were becoming too real – I had no choice but to obey whatever she wanted, and hope she would release me later on. I took the picture and sent it to her. She had complete control.

- Good boy, Robbie. I’m so please you decided you want to be my sissy-slut slave. Now one last instruction before I come to fetch you for the party. Get down on your knees, as if you’re begging, and take another picture, and be sure I can see your hard-on. Then, write below the picture, “I’m so ready to be your sissy faggot bitch and pleasure you and your friends.”

Helplessly, like in a trance, I got on my knees - I didn’t need to even stroke myself - took the picture, wrote the words and sent it.

I was so rattled I didn’t even realize I was still on my knees when she walked into the front hall. I started to get up, but she said, “Stay down on your knees, my little naked slave, that’s the way I like to see you.” She sat down on a bench and told me to crawl over. She looked unbelievably sexy - tight little black dress with spaghetti straps, blazing red lipstick, red stiletto heels. I kissed both her shoes.

“Stand up,” she commanded. I did, and she gently and quickly caressed my cock. I had a raging hard-on. “Sit on my lap.” In bare feet, she was three or four inches taller than me, and weighed more than my 140 lbs. It felt slightly emasculating sitting on her, feeling so much smaller. She caressed my head and shoulders and very softly stroked my cock and whispered, “tell your Mistress how happy you are to see her. Tell her you love her and you’ll gladly do anything she tells you to do. Say it, my little bitch.” And the words spilled out of me.

She gave me a Viagra and a few sips of her beer to wash it down, telling me, “I just want to be sure you can keep it up the whole time you’re servicing all my friends.” She continued touching and stroking me, and had me crazy hard and aroused to the point I had lost all control. “Tell me how much you want to be my sissy slut and suck lots of cock for me. Pretend I’m one of the guys whose dick you want to suck, and beg me to let you suck it.”

I did as I was told.

“Whatever I tell you to do, you will do without hesitating or whining. If you’re the perfect obedient sissy slut tonight, it‘ll please me and I’ll reward you at the end of the night. When I introduce you to my friends, I want you to kiss each guy on his crotch and tell him you hope to be able to give him a blow job and kiss each woman on her feet and tell her you will gladly be her slave all night.”
She attached a leash to my collar. “Now, my little bitch, let’s go meet my friends.”

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Author: Mr.Pink