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Dominant Sister I was all ready to get to Maria's room at 3pm, but I ended up being 20 minutes late. My sister needed help sorting out her broken room card at the front desk and was freaking out about doing it right now so she doesn't get locked out. Today I had chosen to wear flip flops, some loose trousers, and a baggy white T-shirt. And, of course, my pink thong panties. I anxiously knocked on the door, and heard movement from inside. I saw a small glittery sticker of a heart put just below the spy-hole. The door swung inwards and Maria was there, dressed in heels, tight black trousers, and a floral blouse with a low neckline. I noticed the small key was on a chain around her neck, and thought that it was a strange piece of jewellery. Her makeup was fully done and her hair scraped pack into a pony tail. She did not seem like the type of woman who opted for casual looks. I smiled and greeted her, but she gave me a withering stare. "You're late. I don't like to be kept waiting" "Oh yea, I had to go with my-....." "I didn't ask for your excuses" she snapped, "in the future you will be here at the time I say. Do you understand?" Shocked at her forcefulness I stupidly opened and closed my mouth searching for something to say, when she reiterated her question. "Well? Is. that. O. K.?". She leant forward with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised, waiting for my response and clearly annoyed at having to repeat herself. "Okay Maria. I'm sorry" I said, genuinely meaning it. At this her attitude completely shifted, she beamed a grin and led me by the hand into her room. It must have been twice the size of my room, with floor to ceiling windows leading out to a balcony, and beyond that the sparkling sea. Around the walls were white wardrobes, some of which were open, revealing racks of fine women's clothing. There were also clothes tossed on the chair, and a pair of black silky panties under the crumpled duvet suggested a night of passion last between Stuart and Maria. Perhaps I gazed and thought about this too long, because she apologised politely and started making the bed. She scooped up the thong panties and held them out towards me. "Put this in my suitcase would you? Come on, they doesn't bite" I had learnt by now that it is not easy to say no to her, so I acquiesced and took a hold of them. A tingle ran down my arm as I held them, as though they were electrified. The material felt impossibly soft between my fingers and a pleasant human aroma surrounded it. Her back was turned as she busied herself tucking in a sheet, and with impulsiveness I brought the material to my face and inhaled. It smelt of Maria, and of sex, and I felt a stirring inside, like gears up-shifting in a car. I threw the panties down quickly into the suitcase and tried to stand casually, as if I was only examining the decor. Maria sat down onto the neat bed with a smile at a job well done, and patted the duvet next to her. She didn't make this gesture in the same easy way as she had last night with Stuart, but instead did it with the false gentleness of a hunter tempting a small animal with a morsel of food. Our knees were a hair away from touching so I pulled away, not wanting to impose myself on her perfect smooth skin. "Do you know what my job is, Lari?" I shook my head. "I make sex toys for a large company. If you've ever seen a dildo or bondage cuff, I probably had a hand in designing it. I'm working on some new items right now. Would you like to see?" I should have gotten used to being shocked by her by now, but again I struggled for a quick answer, which she took to mean the affirmative. Reaching over into a drawer she brought back a device I had never seen before. It was stainless steel and had a short hollow tube shape with a ring attached to it. "This is a chastity cage for sissy bois. It prevents sissy boi with small cocks from getting erections or touching their little dicks. There is a keyhole at the top here, see? I think this new design is our most secure yet." She made no effort to hide her pride and excitement at discussing her work. "The problem is, getting it tested officially right is a pain, endless safety forms, you know how it is. Normally me and my husband can discretely take stuff home to test ourselves, but this chastity cage is far too small for him. Besides, he wouldn't wear it anyway, he's a real man." Alarm bells were ringing, and the involuntary images of Maria and Stuart 'testing equipment', with his apparently large cock were too much. I stood up. "Look, I don't think I want to do any testing like that. I'm not putting that on!" I exclaimed. "That's a shame" Maria said slyly, "And here I was thinking we were becoming friends. Stuart will be so angry when I tell him that I invited you into our room and all you wanted was to sniff my panties when my back was turned." I turned a bright shade of scarlet, and noticed the mirror on the wall that gave a full view of the room. "I wasn't- I mean- I didn't--" "No? You deny it? Well I guess it will just be my word against yours. Shall I ring Stuart now? I would much rather we just keep being friends who help each other out and can keep a few secrets." I knew what my answer was going to be as soon as she said it in that stern, dominant tone of voice, but I at least had to pretend to consider my options, for the sake of my sissy pride. "Fine. I'll try out your weird device. Then I'm taking it straight back off. Okay?" Maria gave a few joyful claps and grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Lovely! I'm so glad we can have a girls night in, so to speak, rather than end up with a cross Stuart. He gets ever so difficult when he's cross." I couldn't conceive of anyone ever being difficult with Maria, but Stuart did match her domineering aura. Maria unlocked the tiny cage with the key around her neck, winking at me as she did so. "Now, this ring goes over you little balls and tiny shaft. Then this part slides over your very small cock, locking into place, like so. Would you like me to help?" "No, no, I can do it myself. Can I use your bathroom?" "Do it here. It will only take a second." I reluctantly agreed, and turned around to pull my pants down. "No Lari. Let me see you put it on. I need to assess the design. You don't want me to get in trouble at work do you? A friend wouldn't do that." With each new request my instinct was to refuse, but the way she asked it meant that acceptance was the only choice. I gingerly pulled my pants and panties down and revealed my way below average "penis", although it was even smaller due to the nerves. I managed to fit inside the very small cage with some amount of wiggling, then Maria bent down to lock it with her key-necklace. She remained on one knee, examining my crotch as if under a microscope. "Well done sweetheart! My hubby couldn't even get his big mushroom head in there. And the steel looks so right on you! Like a prison for a worthless tiny cock. How does it feel?" "Quite snug. Sort of nice. Like a weighted blanket." "I bet! And can you get a little boner or escape?" I tugged at the cage in all directions but it was on tight, and there was no way my "penis" was growing any larger. It was a strange warm feeling. "So can you take it off now?" I asked. "Not just yet, I still need to do some more things. Lets test if it is boner-proof. I know..." She skipped to her suitcase and retrieved pink silky thong panties, and instructed me to lie back on the bed with trousers and panties off. Standing next to the bed like a doctor about to operate, she began to rub the panties over the cage, occasionally brushing the skin of my tiny penis through the steel bars. I started to stiffen. I opened my mouth to speak but she sat on the side of the bed and put her finger to my lips. "I was wearing these yesterday when we were in the bar. I was wet. That's what you want to smell, you little pervert." She continued rubbing the heavenly material all over my crotch, squeezing my hairless balls through the fabric. She was driving me wild, my mind was spinning. I started to hump her hand involuntarily, but the steel cage kept me restrained. "You like this don't you. I knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you. You don't even need that little thing to get off do you? Maybe that makes you more like a gurl, huh? And slutty gurls don't sniff panties, they wear them." Her words and her touch blended into a single sensation of pleasure, and I became malleable in her hands. She pulled the garment away to my displeasure, but she slid it down my legs to my feet. Deftly hooking it round my feet, she slid it back up my legs in a smooth motion. She rested her right hand back on my crotch feeling the cage twitch underneath. "You're wearing my panties sweetheart. You are wearing panties wet with sex, and your tiny dick is nowhere to be seen." Her fingers in my mouth stifled a moan as she continued to rub over the panties like I was a gurl, now with her mouth close enough to my ear that she was whispering and I could feel her hot breath. I sucked and licked her fingers automatically, as if that was what I was put on planet earth to do. "Last night, after we met you, Stuart and I came back to the room and he just couldn't wait to fuck me. Those panties you're wearing now got him rock hard in an instant. He pulled them aside and screwed me into the bed, hard, I came, and he came inside me too. Do you like thinking about that? His cum leaked out of me onto the panties so I took them off. But you don't mind wearing another man's cum, do you, you little ? You love it. You love being marked by my dominant husband's cum." With that she pulled her hands back, stood up, and towered over me still gently squirming on the sheets. It took a moment for my brain to clear itself of emotion and return to the room. She pulled back the pink silk with one finger and looked at a clear string of precum stretched between the tip of the cage and the light stains on the inside of the sexy panties. My tiny penis still twitched under her gaze and I felt a pang of embarrassment. I tried to think about what just happened, but my mind was struggling to comprehend it. Maria let the elastic snap back and I winced. "You should go" she said casually, as if I had just popped in to borrow a book. "Stuart will be back soon and I don't think you are ready to meet him like this. Write down your number for me sweetheart and I will send you some more instructions. Now, be a good sissy boi and pull up your trousers and be on your way." "But you have to take the cage off", I pleaded. My regular senses had returned and were bubbling up in panic and hysteria. "I'm sorry, what did you just say? Is the moaning slut with the locked up clitty trying to give me commands now?" Her face was irate, and she had her look that I had come to recognise that meant she wanted a verbal answer. "I'm sorry Maria. Please may you take it off?" "Apology accepted. You may not take it off. Perhaps you won't be late next time if you are still wearing it. Oh, and another thing - Don't call me Maria. That's what Stuart calls me. You can just refer to me as Mistress, or Goddess. Do you understand? You are an inferior sissy boi that does exactly as commanded." "Yes-- Yes Mistress, yes Goddess." Lari is naturally submissive and obedient. I gave her my phone number and she gave me a playful smack on the bubble butt as I walked out of the door. "Don't be a stranger now sissy boi" she said smugly, "And keep an eye on your phone for more instructions from your Mistress." Before I could reply she had shut the door and I stared at the heart shaped sticker stuck on the door. I started walking to my room, the tug of the cage inside the silk panties reminding me of her touch. |
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Very nice mmmm
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"And just like that ..." you became a cockless slave.
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