Bondage Furniture by sissy171

Bondage Furniture by sissy171

Experience the thrill and excitement of bondage with our adult sex story featuring bondage furniture. Explore new sensations and indulge in your darkest desires. Intrigue and arousal await you.<br/>
My arms are inescapably bound…my ankles…and knees, are securely bound…wide apart…I am on my back.

I am secured to a devious device of my own creation.

My “sissy pussy”, prominently available…is being fucked by “Boyfriend”.

It started with an old Gynecological table that was left in a commercial building I purchased.

It sat in my basement for a few months. I had kinky fantasies about it. I’d go into the basement, (wearing my fav sissy panties), and walk around the table…touching the metal stirrups…and I’d get hard. I couldn’t help myself, I’d crawl onto the table, and place my feet into the stirrups….so vulnerable!…so feminine!

I was quite the handsome young man…I pictured myself an attractive young sissy. How I dreamed of feminization!

I laid back…imagining I was bound in this position…my hand lightly touches my cock, a tease, as a Mistress would do. Mistress would make it last, a long while, until I begged, “I’ll do ANYTHING!”

But I am alone, and my panties are slid aside, and it’s just minute or two, and my cum is upon my belly.

Some Backstory:

We had a few dates in High School.

We met for a lunch in our early 20’s, and started dating again. Upon learning I was into Femdom…she was mildly intrigued, but wanted to do some research.

She dated around; while I willingly remained exclusive to her. Not really “dating”, we’d meet for lunches…I’d share my fantasies, to her incredulous amusement…”You’re want to be my slave, while a date whomever I want…even if I don’t have sex with you?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I can exist only as a slave. I trust you. I would love to serve you. Even if it’s not sexual to you, it’s incredibly sexual for me!”

The idea of free massages…whenever she wanted, won her over, and she embraced “owning a slave”.

I was a safe and decent guy, with sub-sissy kinks, which I excitedly divulged. Mistress Sara discerned my kinks, “So you are a slave, a gay slave?”

I wasn’t sure, “I just like crossdressing….and feminization…and being forced.”

“Feminized,” she mused, “And being forced…I want to see you suck off another guy…” sniggering as she pictured it in her mind.

This was a “taboo” I’d not yet fantasized…

Her curt reply, “You best start fantasizing it…”

I did not want to risk losing Her…I sought a “compromise”.

Our next lunch, I volunteered, “If you ordered it, I’d wear panties, all the time. It will remind us both that that I am your 24/7 slave….your panty slave.”

She was intrigued, “So now you’re my “panty” slave. I like! You’re becoming a real sissy! Perhaps we’ll recruit another sub-sissy to serve me…and I can order you to suck him off…after all, I suspect you really want to.”

She continued, “What I, Mistress Sara wants…that’s where you need to focus, if you expect this to evolve. If you want to be my sissy slave, you best get on with it.”

I quit fighting the taboo idea of bi-sex.

I imagined a femmy twinkie man, us both serving Mistress Sara…

My kink exploded! I started shaving my body, and a new level of “sexuality” emerged. My (solo) crossdressing and masturbation were constant.

Mistress Sara came to my house, and helped me with makeup, and “femmy” ways. My shoulder-length hair was coiffed…I could pass a girl. The more I became “femmy”, the more she embraced her power.

She liked me on my knees…while she stood…towering above me.

I purchased an outdoor type lounge chair, so I could massage her while on my knees.

The power exchange was complete, she OWNED me…Her sissy puppet.

Actually, a slave-puppet to my own sexuality, but I had given Her the strings.

On my knees, I painted her toes. She enjoyed my adoration of her feet.

Every visit she demanded a foot massage…of which I was enthusiastic to oblige…upon completion, I was usually allowed to cum.

I begged to stroke myself, begging to cum on her feet….and lick my cum.

She edge-tortured me, until I begged, “Please train me as your cum-licking sissy!”

She amusingly obliged, edging me to desperation, whereupon she’d smile, “Would you like to lick your cum for Mistress?”

“OH! Yes Mistress! I’ll be a good sissy cum-licker!” And then the orgasm of a lifetime! The build-up…it always was a fantastic orgasm…keeping me hooked.

As I began to lick my cum, she commented, “That’s a good little sissy. You like that cum, don’t you.”

It was true, NEVER did I lick my cum when alone, but excitedly licked when Mistress ordered it…and I DID like it…being forced, subjugated, submissive.

She ordered, “Go buy some dildos. From now on, when you jerk your little sissy peepee, you need to have a dildo in your little sissy pussy, and one in your mouth…and, from now on, you lick up your cum…even when alone, or the next purchase will be a cock-lock.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I loved being dildo-fucked. My conversion complete…no denying it, I was bi-sexual femboy. I began to fantasize being fucked by a real cock….Sara and some man having their way with me…I’d be slave to them both.

One time, after a massage, she sat naked, lightly stroking her pussy, while I stroked my (sissy) cock, and she said, “It’s time you started hormones…grow little boi-boobies.”

She joked, “We’ll go bra shopping…get you a “training” bra.”

These moments were sublime….evolving sexually….each session exceeded the previous…..And I wasn’t even fucking her! Most of the time, she had a boyfriend!

She became more and more frequent with full body massages…Mistress totally naked, while I wore panties and a sissy top…my (hormone-induced) nipples poking thru.

The massage oil glistened on her stunning body…she strolled around the house naked, confident and secure. Despite my excruciating horniness, I NEVER overstepped my bounds….I never even touched my cock without Her permission. It became apparent, I really was her slave….for life!

One of her boyfriends questioned our relationship. She told him I was a gay masseur, that my studio was at my house, and I gave her a great price and a great massage.

She invited him for a massage, which threw me completely!

“You will give us each a massage, and you will dress the same, panties, short-shorts, a bra, and top…and heels. I want your face totally made-up, with red lipstick. By the way, if he wants it, I expect you to suck him off. That’s the deal…or find yourself a new Mistress.”

I was mortified! But answered with no hesitation, “Yes Mistress Sara.”

I was in my best sub-sissy-dress and makeup…completely available.

Her Boyfriend was uncomfortable the whole time…he fidgeted on the couch while, on my knees, I massaged her. He declined his massage, and they left. They broke up a few weeks later.

During her periods between boyfriends, Mistress spent more time at my (sumptuous) home. She enjoyed lounging, having a sex-charged servant.

She knew all my kinks and desires.

Sometimes she allowed me to masturbate on the couch, a dildo in my mouth, and one in my “sissy-pussy”, (a towel underneath…I like lots of lube), and stroked myself to orgasm, while she watched, “Boys…even Sissy boys…are such horny little creatures.”

Summer approached, and massages were moved to my private deck, where she got an all-over tan, while I wore a bikini…now I had a bra tan, which accentuated my little boi-boobies. Mistress was endowed with shapely “woman” breasts, catching the eye of every man she passed…while I had budding “boi” breasts. My breasts would never be truly “female”….I’d never enjoy the regal sensuality of women.

Mistress was a seductress, while I was a horny little boi-toy.

That said, I loved my twinkie body…my legs and butt were divine. My sexy bikini bottom fit perfectly…cute bow-tied side strings…the rear covered most of my tush, and the front was tiny…in my bikini, I stayed soft…the front was too small to contain my hardon. I learned to remain soft, and tiny…my balls were shrunken, (due to the hormones)…I barely had a bikini bump…I LOVED being soft and tiny in my bikini.

We took a (winter) vacation to Florida…both in tiny bikinis, strolling on the semi-private beach. My face made up, and a large femmy Panama type hat…most saw me as female. A few people noticed my sissy “bikini bump”, and smiled, which excited both Mistress and me.

Back at our rental home, both naked, both horny.

After a quick shower, she had me plug my sissy pussy, and put on thong panties…which made my cock was hard, but these panties contained, (and outlined), my hardon nicely.

When naked, my bikini tanned boobies accentuated my body…even Mistress became excited by my twink look…

Standing naked, she merely pointed, and I’d dropped to my knees, and softly kissed her regal pussy…the pussy that owned me, and yet, that I’d never fucked.

“My toy-boy,” she ordered, heading to the bed.

Her “toy-boy” was a realistic dildo, (bigger than me) with which I (manually) fucked her…while licking her clit. She’d trained me…it required my full reverence, working the dildo at her desired intensity, as well as my tongue on her clit…

Paying total attention…I knew her ques, her sounds, her breathing…her intensity…working the dildo so fast my arm was getting tired…and finally, ORGASM! Both vagina and clitoral.

No other man exhibited such dedication…or achieved such orgasms for Her.

Completely still, my mouth slathered with her juices, breathing heavy, just inches above her regal pussy, I remain perfectly still, until she moves, and only then, upon her que, I slowly…ever so slowly, remove the dildo…and she exhales, “Ahhh! Nice.” I lick the dildo, suck it like a cock, deep throat it, as I’ve been trained, and she smiles, “Snuggle up.”

The plug is still inside me, my cock is hard, I want to cum, but I snuggle with her. She allows my hardon to press against her thigh, but no humping…(one time I boy-humped her thigh, she made me self-tie my hands behind my back, and lay there with her, and worship the dildo for the next hour, while she napped).

We drift off for a nap.

I actually sleep while still plugged.