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Sissy Cuckold Toilet Slave Cleans My Shit-hole While Getting Ass-Fucked By A BIG Black Man!


This is a little story my sissy wrote about his experience with me; we both hope you enjoy it:

My name is Sissy Sissy or Sis Sis if you like. I am the express property of Mistress Claire. She calls me a Jack-off-all-slave, meaning I provide many services for my most Gracious Mistress.

After many years of faithful phone service, I was granted an “interview” to be one of Mistress Claire’s Sunday morning Sissies. None but the chosen few know exactly what happens during these brunch sessions but let me assure you it is “an experience.” I can tell you about the interview though…

I was told to meet her at the local University on Sunday afternoon, right after she was done with “brunch.” I was curious and more then a little nervous wondering what she had in store for me. Just take a moment to think about the possibilities offered by a University Campus and you’ll know what I mean. Nothing prepared me for the appearance of my Mistress.

My heart stopped as she stood before me stunning and confident wearing a security uniform that could stop traffic. My cock shot to erectness, my balls beginning to throb instantly. The long black boots looked dangerous and the body tight pants shaped her ass to perfection. Her blue blouse had enough buttons dropped to show the lacy, black, push up bra underneath. Even through the bra and blouse her hard nipples showed their pert buds. The brimmed hat and aviator glasses obscured all but her wicked smile grinning down at me. The handcuffs and nightstick hanging from her belt added a whole new dimension to what was happening inside my trousers.

“Are you wearing your panties,” she demanded.

I told her I was wearing the pink cotton panties as instructed.

“Good,” she sneered, “Turn around and spread’em.” She began to pull the nightstick as she repeated the order. I turned and “assumed the position.” It was strangely exciting to be forced to spread myself open like this at her command right here in public. When she began to pat me down, I realized it was about to get much more intense. As she ran her hands over my chest she pinched and grabbed my nipples. I could feel my cock responding. She slid her hand between my legs and grasped my balls painfully. She squeezed and pulled and kneaded in her fingers. I knew she was checking to see that I had trussed up my cock satisfactorily. It was so demeaning yet erotic to be treated like a criminal in front of the people passing by.

I turned to face her as she stepped back.

“Go into the men’s washroom and take off your clothes except for your panties. Make sure they are jacked nice and deep between your cheeks. Put your clothes at your feet and stand in one of the cubicle doorways and look at yourself in the mirror. Don’t touch yourself. Just stand there exposed in the public washroom. I will be back in 10 minutes.” With that she turned and strode out.

My mind raced. I began to remove my clothes as I pondered her orders. I had to obey or risk losing my opportunity to be a Sunday morning sissy. I couldn’t believe I was removing my trousers to stand in a public washroom in pink panties with a bow on my balls. I thought I was going to die of horniness. Seriously, I have never felt so sexually alive. I folded my clothes neatly at my feet and stood there looking at myself in the mirror. My panties were pulled so tight it had separated my balls and they were hanging through the leg holes where I had pulled them together and tied them with a pink bow. My cock was tucked and taped as per Mistress’ orders.

I stood there for ten minutes with my hands on my head and my balls aching. For the first 5 minutes I was terrified. Then I admitted to myself that I was totally sexually alive for the first time ever. I stood there with defiant pride. An obedient servant awaiting my Mistress’ return.

I jumped and uttered a tiny gasp as the bathroom door slammed open. I managed to fight the urge to cover myself and gave thanks I did when it was indeed my Mistress. She carried with her a large black doctor’s bag, which she laid on the counter. She bent over and gripped the sides of her pants. She jerked upward as there was a staccato ripping as her pants came apart and left her clad from the waist down in stocking, boots and a garter. Tug at the neck exposed the bra I had caught a peek at earlier. Her breasts pushed up and seemed in imminent danger of spilling out. She tossed her hat aside and slid the glasses on top of her head. She looked incredible!

“On your knees, slave!” she ordered as her voice echoed in the hollow bathroom. I was startled at the added power of her voice under these conditions. She seemed to be speaking to me from every direction at once. Ironically, I remember thinking how dirty the floor must be and what germs I would get on my knees.

“Bow your head slave!” she barked. The word slave actually echoed ominously.
I was surprised she wasn’t worried that someone would hear her and come looking. Then I realized that the sound didn’t carry outside. It just ricocheted around in here to remind me off my punitive existence.

“On all fours, slave.”

She moved behind me and slid my panties to one side. She reached into her bag and pulled out a butt plug. I could feel her spread my cheeks apart with her fingers.

“Breathe deep,” she said, as she slid it deep inside my ass. She wiggled it and worked it in until she felt it sat just right. I was so conscious of the touch of her hands on me like that. I knew she had purposely avoided touching the cock head tucked between my legs. It made me tremble and shiver all over to be kneeling there plugged and virtually naked in a public place.

“Now slave, we have guests coming. You need to do some cleaning,” she dripped as she pointed at the first urinal on the wall.

“Oh, yes Mistress. Where are the supplies?” I enquired, as I pondered her comment about company.

“Supplies!” she bellowed into this echo chamber.

“Open your mouth!” she commanded. As I opened my jaws wide she reached in with her fingers and grasped my tongue and pulled.

“This is your supplies!” she spat. With dawning horror I realized she wanted me to clean it with my tongue. That moment’s hesitation earned me a painful foot to the balls and a torrent of abusive names that seemed like they would echo forever.

“Bitch..itch..tch..Slut..slut…”

I pulled myself to my knees as she told me how pathetic and useless I was. How
I should be proud to lick toilets for her and how she could leave me kneeling there in panties and a butt plug.

I crawled to the urinal and stuck out my tongue. The first touch was cold and sour. The smell was overpowering at this distance and the deodorizer clipped to the side only made it smell like lilacs and piss, it still tasted like shit…or so I thought up until that point. I continued to lick the porcelain clean as Mistress Claire used her foot to pump the plug in and out of my ass. My mind kept wandering to the door that might slam open at any moment.

When I had cleaned the urinal to her specifications I moved to one of the cubicles. I had thought nothing could be worse then licking clean a urinal but I was wrong. As I leaned over to lick the under side of the seat and the rim of the bowl, my Mistress stood behind me and began to tap her toes against my painfully swollen balls. As I ducked my head into the bowl to clean the bowl above the water line, I heard a banshee wail.

“All the way, you useless piece of crap. Look at those shit stains at the bottom!” she screamed. The room was filled with her voice as she grasped my hair and shoved my head deep into the toilet and began to scrub my face against the bottom of the bowl. Not anticipating her sudden action, I hadn’t closed my mouth and I felt the cold rancid water shoot down my throat. As she hauled my head up I gasped, sputtered and coughed. The smelly water was dripping over my face blinding me temporarily.

“Now let’s try that again shall we,” she suggested so brightly that my blood ran cold. I took a deep breath and this time when she forced my head under the water, I was prepared. I stuck out my tongue and began to scrub the shit stains from the porcelain with gusto. This time when she pulled me up, she was laughing.

SLAM! The door was pushed open hard. I jumped and began to shake with fear knowing what would happen if I was found in a library bathroom licking toilets clean!

I was shocked when Mistress Claire casually told him to take stall 2.

I never did see his face but I heard Mistress and this stranger talking about money. I had turned my head to look at their feet below the door in the next stall. When I looked up, I was shocked to find a fat hard cock protruding from the wall! It was obviously the man next door.

“Suck him off you stupid fag,” screamed Mistress Claire. The word “fag” reverberated off of the tiles. My cock was pulling at the tape that bound it. I could feel the stray hairs I had missed being pulled painfully from their roots. I leaned forward and began by sliding my tongue over the head. Soon I was sucking him into my mouth like a mad man. I couldn’t believe I was sucking off a complete stranger whose face I hadn’t even seen. Before I knew it, he was filling my mouth full of thick, sticky cum! I had to swallow three times before I had drained it fully.

As I sat on the floor panting, Mistress Claire closed the door behind me. The mysterious stranger left without a word. Mistress Claire opened the door again and beckoned me out.

“Stall 3 awaits your attention, fag boy. You like fresh cum, let’s see how you like it leftover,” she laughed. As I looked into cubicle 3, I saw that someone had sprayed cum all over the rim and seat.

“Don’t be rude!” she ground out. “I arranged for that to be here just for you, you ungrateful little whore. Now get down and lick it up, pecker breath.”

I can’t explain the psychological effect the echo of her insults had. It was like angels or a ghost was affirming her control… her dominance! I felt propelled into the stall and began to attack those foul stains with gusto. I couldn’t believe she had someone come in here and jack off over this seat just so I could lick it up when it was hard and crusty. My eyes began to fill up with emotion.

BANG! The door again.

“Get your head into the toilet and keep it there until I tell you to take it out. Just keep cleaning,” she ordered. Once again I could hear her discussing money with a stranger. Then I felt someone kneel behind me and strange hands grabbed my hips. For a moment I thought of objecting, then my Mistress’ words rang in my ears…”Until I tell you to take it out.”

I kept my head down in the toilet, unable to see the stranger who was now removing the butt plug from my ass. As it slid free, it was followed by the ppffffttttzzzz of air escaping from inside me. I felt my face redden inside the bowl. Before I was emptied of air, an anxious cock was jammed unceremoniously up my ass. It was so forceful, I screamed into the bowl almost deafening myself. The air still jammed inside was now causing a weird slurpy suctioning sound as he rammed my ass repeatedly. I could feel his balls swinging and slapping against the head of my cock. He was brutally fucking my ass as I tried to keep cleaning the toilet.

I knew if my balls weren’t tied off, I would be spewing cum all over the floor right now. His cock inside me was so vicious, that when he started to cum I thought he was going to shoot out my throat! He went so rigid and shoved so far I could feel it shoving deep into my abdomen! I couldn’t see the man but I knew he had to be black. Every time I felt him punch my insides… I pictured a deep dark, black cock reaming my ass.

Without a word, he hauled out his cock out, zipped up and slipped away back out through the door.

“Head out, BUM buddy!” Mistress Claire shouted. “It’s time for some special refreshments…”

The way she said “special” made my skin crawl and my cock throb! We moved to the fourth cubicle. Obviously she had been busy while I was getting my ass reamed. There was a bag of saline hooked up to a tube that split 2 ways. My eyes were riveted as she bent over to spread her cheeks. With two delicate fingers she began to feed the tube into her perfect little anus. The tiny puckers seem to open and suck the tube in, gripping it between the folds and then pulling it upwards. I was mesmerized as inch after inch began to disappear into her mysteries. I watched as she reached up to adjust the flow of the water. I could see hot packs sticking out of the black bag and knew the water would be warm and soothing as it entered her. I was startled when a tiny bubble of brown air curled back in the tube.

“Put up the seat and lean your head back over the bowl, she ground through clenched teeth. I could see she was struggling slightly to keep her muscles tight while her insides were filling with warm saline water.

“Take the other hose,” she instructed, “Pull the cap and suck.” I watched as she shut off the valve for the flow of saline. As I pulled the cap and placed the tubing between my lips I thought of the honor this Goddess bestowed upon me; to permit me to drink from her most precious vessel. To allow me to savor what her body reject. To allow me to feast upon her waste.

As the first drops began to flood my mouth, I was struck with an almost hypersensitivity of all my senses. The throbbing of my balls and the pulsating of my cock increased as the flavor spread throughout my mouth. I could feel the thick warm liquid flowing between my teeth. Every taste bud in my mouth was alive and humming with her flavor. She shifted so she was standing directly over me.

“Get ready to close your eyes,” she laughed. I watched in amazement as she squat and her lips began to spread. I saw the first jet of the stream just in time to close my eyes before the hot spray was splashing over my eyelids, my lips and even trickling up my nose where it burned mildly. It was the briefest of moments but I will never forget that moment I watched her tiny pee-hole spasm open with the pressure of the stream she had been holding for me. The stream was powerful and hot and I felt it splash over my chest and trickle into my hair.

“Suck it shit face,” she screamed as she bore down and squeezed a few jets of dark brown water out around the tube. I could smell the hot fetid water even before it touched my face. Mistress was refilling her ass by now and I had recapped the 2nd tube. I saw as she strained to fill herself fully. When she shut off the valve I knew this was the moment.

She squat down and I watched her open that one eye and closed mine just as the first explosion of thick fetid spray hit my face. I could feel it clinging to my hair and clogging my ears. I was blasted with wave after wave of liquid ambrosia and I shook my head in delight. By the time she had emptied herself, I was soaked and ragged.

She raised herself up and instructed me to clean up this mess as she eased the tube from inside her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a simple dress and hauled it over her head. She looked ravishing even in the simplest form. She packed a few things into her bag and began to walk out as I lay there.

She turned and threw over her shoulder, “My house, Sunday morning. Be there!” and with that she left. It was an order I had every intention of obeying. Let’s just say I’ve been a Sunday morning sissy ever since!

Oh by the way, I’m sure you’re wondering how I cleaned up… Well Mistress won’t let me tell you. She likes you to wonder about things and figure them out on your own… if you can…


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