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Chapter 6: Like The Sissy I Am

She worked her way over my body slowly and meticulously, caressing and kissing and stroking and licking. My skin was so sensitive now that a single breath across it was enough to make me squeal in pleasure. She delighted in my torment, drawing out her ministrations beyond the point where I could stand them. But I was tied firmly down, unable to act on my nearly-feral need.

And she still hadn't touched my cock.

"You're a gorgeous sissy," she purred as she ran her fingers over my legs. "I'm so lucky to have you."

She had pulled my panties back up, trapping my cock within their silk and lace confines. Every touch made it jerk and twitch angrily inside, untouched but not ignored. It seemed to fill her with untold joy to discover which part of my body led to the biggest reaction from my manhood.

"Please," I begged helplessly. "Katrina, please, my cock."

"It seems to be getting along just fine without me," she giggled before kissing me. "Why ruin all this fun?"

"I need you. I want to be inside of you. Your hand, your mouth — anything, please! "

"But it's so much more fun hearing you beg," she grinned and pinched my nipple, drawing a squeal from me. "And to hear those sexy little sounds you make."

I was at her mercy.

I have to give in.

That realization should have made me feel frustrated or sad or used, but all it did was deepen my arousal. I was at her mercy. I was her toy. She was going to use me however she wanted because she wanted to, and I was going to let her.

I tugged at my bonds. Not like I have any choice.

"Use me however you want me," I breathed, lifting my head as much as I could to look at her between my legs.

She met my eyes with a look first of surprise, then pure, raw excitement. Her entire body changed, straightening and strengthening and becoming more lithe and graceful than ever. She pulled back her lips in a predatory grin that made my blood run cold and my cock strain against its lace confines.

"I've been waiting for you to say that since the day we met," she purred, laying across me to kiss me.

Her panties were pressed against mine, my cock pulsing against her heat. I desperately wanted to be inside her, for the tiny scraps of fabric between us to be gone and my body to free again. I pushed my hips against her as high as I could and she ground back against me in response.

"I'm yours, Katrina," I moaned. "Your husband and your sissy."

"My toy," she added. "And now I'm ready to use you."

She sat up and pulled her panties to the side. I made a choked moan and laid my head backwards onto the bench. My pulse was quickening again, my body almost shaking with anticipation and need. Slowly, she released my cock from my panties, letting it spring upwards on its own.

"Oh my," she said softly. "You're almost as wet as I am."

I felt the barest touch of her finger on my tip and looked up at her just in time to see a long, thin strand of liquid connected to it. She pushed it into my mouth and I tasted a hint of musky saltiness.

My own pre-cum.

"You'll be tasting a lot more of that," she murmured.

But before I had a chance to clarify, she lifted herself up and slid smoothly onto my cock.

My brain exploded with fireworks of pleasure, my body overwhelmed by the sudden sensation it had been so desperate for. Heat and wetness and tightness surrounded me, my world narrowing down to just me inside her. I could feel her body shaking, knew that she was just as turned on as I was, that she needed this just as much as I did. The world froze for a long moment.

Then we screamed.

"Oh, fuck, Katrina," I cried out as she began to slowly rise and drop onto my cock.

"Take me, sissy girl," she groaned, dropping forwards and grabbing the front of my bra. "Take my pussy. I'm going to fuck you like the sissy slut you are!"

Her words lit my body.

Her sissy slut.

It was too much. It was wrong in just the right way, an unknown truth ripped from deep inside of me and laid bare for both of us to see. I could never be with her another way.

"I'm your sissy!" I squealed as she slammed herself onto me, fingernails sinking into my chest. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

She leaned forwards and kissed me hard, one hand pinching my cheeks. It was hard and aggressive. Putting me in my place, so I'd know who was in control. Who was fucking whom.

"Don't you dare cum yet," she growled into my ear. "I'll tell you when you can make your sissy mess."

"Oh god," I cried. "Yes, Katrina, yes."

Tied to the bench, I could barely move, much less thrust into her. She rode me, her body bending and undulating and thrusting onto me. I may have been penetrating her, but she was fucking me. She was in charge — I was just there for her needs.

"I'm going to cum!" I screamed, tightening every muscle I could in my body to resist my unstoppable orgasm.

"I don't see how that's my problem," she moaned, her belly pressed against mine as her back arched upwards. "I told you not to cum yet."

I was afraid I was going to break the legs off the bench — almost hoped for it, for a chance to be free to use her and my body the way I wanted to. But the bench must have been built by a master carpenter. It said resolutely intact, barely creaking under our weight and my strength.

I felt her body stiffen, her legs tightening around mine. Our stockings rubbed together, sending an electric charge straight into my cock. I moaned loudly and fought as hard as I could to not cum, every part of my body fighting against the thing I wanted to do more than anything else.

She came hard on top of me, screaming and bucking and shuddering around my cock. Her muscles spasmed, sucking at my cock and bringing me dangerously close to an orgasm. I teetered on the edge as she froze on top of me, eyes shut, head back with her long hair spilling across her neck and shoulder blades.

Fuck, she's gorgeous.

"Don't. Cum," she spluttered as she slid off me.

All the desperation came flooding back into me as soon as she was gone. I missed her heat, ached for her wetness, longed for the tight embrace of her body. I balked and groaned, cock twitching helplessly in the cool air, my package still wrapped in silk and lace. Why was she doing this?

Because I'm her plaything. And I do exactly what she asks.

"Fuck," I wailed, thrusting uselessly, my rear barely able to lift off the bench. “_Fuck!_”

She giggled happily as she watched me make strangled sounds of agony in the wake of her denial.

"When do I get to cum?" I gasped.

"When I tell you to," she said simply, eyes full of fire.

"When is that going to be?" I closed my eyes and shuddered in agonized delight.

She grinned broadly, white teeth like fangs.

"Only when I want you too."