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Chapter 6: Taking Her

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck —" she croaked, her voice tight and heavy.

Her cock split me open, the heat of it filling my body as she filled me. The tip drove into me in a single, smooth motion, while her massive shaft stretched me. My cock twitched and bounced crazily in my panties. I felt something spurt from the tip and was briefly worried I had peed, but my mind was quickly erased by her cock.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words emerged. Pain melted into pleasure as she slid further into me, my body tight around me. My stomach was in knots until finally, she stopped, me above her, riding her cock. It filled me completely, my body so tight around it I could feel her heart beating through it.

Shaking, I leaned forwards and down, feeling the resistance of her shaft inside of me as I did. Electric pleasure blasted out through my body. She utterly controlled me, now — I couldn't even move without her letting me. Dressed by her, at her mercy, filled by her. There was nothing more I could than slip into my role and become her sissy.

"You feel incredible, Goddess," I managed, my cock pressed against her belly with nothing but the satin panties between us. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me!"

"You want my cock, sissy girl?"

"Yes, Goddess, yes!"

"You want me to keep you dressed up all nice and pretty for me?"

We could do this again? My heart leaped at the idea.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Yes!"

"You want to be my pretty little sissy toy? Ready to take my cock whenever I want? Pretty and sweet and dressed in lace and satin?"

"Yes! Please, yes!"

"You have to do something for me."

"Anything," I balked, eyebrows arching. I ached with need for her. I ground my pantied cock against her desperately. "Anything, Goddess, please!"

"Starting right now, the only way you cum is from my cock. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, please," I moaned.

"Do you understand, sissy? You'll never touch your cock again. You only cum from riding me. If my cock isn't in your ass, you don't get to cum."

Her words split the fog in my brain. I thought about it for a second almost as a courtesy, instantly knowing what I wanted. Now that I had all this, how could I ever want it to go away?

"Just fuck me, Goddess. Fuck me and make me your sissy. I'll never touch myself again if that's what you want."

"That's the idea," she grinned.

Then she started to use me.

I groaned as her massive cock pulled out of me, leaving an emptiness behind that was slowly filled by her pushing back in. Her heat flooded me again, my fingers curling against the bedspread as she began to thrust. The pace was slow, but quickly went faster and faster until her cock was slamming into me. I was forced forwards onto all fours atop her.

"How do I feel?" she breathed between thrusts.

"Incredible!" I cried, rocked forwards with each heavy pound.

"Do you want me to touch your clit?"

Is that what I have now?

"Yes!" I moaned.

I felt her hand slip down between us and come to a rest on the front of my panties. My cock surged against it. There was nothing between it and her hand except the slippery fabric of my panties. Instinctively, I ground myself against it, feeling the satin slip across me.

Her fingers closed around it and I gasped in relief. Finally, she was touching me again. I could do something with all the pleasure that filled every crevice of my body. But her fingers kept tightening, far beyond what she needed to stroke me. Now she was holding it, gripping it. Using it as a handle while she thrust harder and deeper into me.

"This is mine," she growled into my ear. The satin-covered skin on my back prickled with every word. "I own this now. I use it however I want. And you don't get to cum from it."

She held it tightly, pulling against it while she slammed herself into me. Every thrust made a tight pressure build inside of me until it was so great I felt like I was going to explode. It was a pleasure I had never felt before, a feeling so new that I could barely describe it. Every relentless thrust built it higher and higher, and still she held on to my cock like a handle.

"You don't get to cum now, sissy," she continued. "I'm going to bring you right to the edge, but I want you horny all the time. Desperate. I want you to constantly remember that you're mine, that all your pleasure belongs to me."

I moaned something, words failing me. I heard her grin. "I'm going to cum, sissy. Are you ready to take my load?"

"Yes," I managed, my head dropping down until it was next to hers.

Her hips slapped against my cheeks, her cock diving deep inside of me. I could feel her quivering, tension building in her body. I found the strength to kiss her, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Her grip was tight on my cock — my clit — as she fucked me, as she used me.

Then she exploded, hot jets of cum blasting deep inside of me. It washed away my worries and anxieties, each explosion making me squeak with pleasure and delight. I had done my job! I had made her cum, and been pretty while I had done it.

I had become the sissy she wanted me to be.

Her hips bucked against me as she came, until finally, she was spent, our bodies shaking as we lay atop each other. Her cock slipped out of me and left a sticky trail behind it. Mine stayed furious hard, still trapped within the white silk panties. My heart was pounding, my member pulsing against her. I was desperate for her to touch it, and when her hand did not come, I reached between us and began to stroke it myself.

"No, sissy," she whispered, firmly moving my hand away and leaving me balking in denial and arousal. "You don't get to play with it anymore."

Her fingers knitted between mine, holding my hand in place next to us. The other idly fluffed my skirts and ran across the white satin expanse of my dress. Lace tickled me while satin encased me. My turgid member raged and twitched.

"That's my toy, now."