A Sissy Bitch in Chastity: Used for Multiple Orgasms and Cum Cleanup
As I lay on the bed, my chest heaving from the intense orgasm I had just experienced, my boyfriend, still inside me, grinned and withdrew. I looked down between my legs and saw the mess he had left behind - my pussy was a wet, sticky mess.
"Now, sissy," I said, my voice still husky from pleasure, "it's time for you to clean up your mess." I sat up, pushing him towards the floor with a giggle. He crawled obediently over to me, his eyes fixed on the puddle of cum and feminine juices surrounding my pussy.
"First, you'll have to suck out all my man's nut," I commanded, spreading my legs wide. My sissy bitch, already in chastity, crawled between my legs and extended his tongue, gently lapping at the head of my boyfriend's erection.
"That's it," I encouraged, running my fingers through his hair. "Suck hard, you little slut." With each powerful suck, my boyfriend's cock twitched, and I felt the pressure inside my pussy building again.
"You're such a good cocksucker, sissy," I praised him, leaning down to fart in his face. The stench of my gas enveloped him, and he gagged softly around my boyfriend's cock.
"That's right," I giggled, "sex makes me gassy. All those bubbles and pressures, it's like a sissy buffet." I farted again, this time aiming straight into his open mouth. He choked on the hot, rancid wind, but didn't dare pull away from my pussy.
I could feel his discomfort, but I took pleasure in it. After all, being a sissy bitch in chastity was all about enduring humiliation and pain for my boyfriend and his pleasure.
"Now," I said, pushing him back, "it's time for you to imagine you're fucking me." I spread my legs wide, inviting him to thrust his locked cock into my pussy. He tried, but all he felt was the unyielding plastic of his chastity cage.
I smiled at his helplessness, enjoying the power trip. "That's right, baby boy," I taunted, "you're just a pathetic little sissy bitch with a pretty pussy. Now, bend over and let me have some fun."
My sissy bitch obeyed, presenting his rounded ass to me. I reached between his legs, grabbed his chastity cage, and began to thrust it against his hole. He moaned in pain and humiliation as I thrust the plastic against his prostate, making him feel every bit the helpless sissy he truly was.
As I grew bored with this game, I sat back on the bed, legs spread wide. "All right, sissy," I said, pointing to my feet. "Now go ahead and sniff them."
Reluctantly, my sissy bitch crawled over to my feet and began to sniff at my sweaty sneakers. I giggled and kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling on the floor. "Bad sissy," I scolded, feeling like I was in control once again.
I rolled over, presenting my ass to him once more. "Now," I said, grinning, "pretend to fuck me from behind." And with that, my sissy bitch began to thrust his locked cock into the air, imagining he was pleasuring me.
I lay back and watched, amused by his pathetic attempts to please me. The stench of my gases filled the room, and I could feel my sissy bitch struggling against the discomfort. It was perfect.
After a while, I grew tired of this game as well. "That's enough for now," I said, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You've been such a good sissy today."
My sissy bitch looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude and humiliation. I smiled and nodded, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him - a pathetic, helpless sissy bitch in chastity, living to please and serve his Mistress.
Later that night, as I drifted off to sleep, I could hear the soft straining of my sissy bitch's chastity cage against his skin. He was still awake, eager for my attention, longing to be used once more. I smiled contentedly, knowing that my little sissy would be waiting for me in the morning, ready to serve and please his Mistress once again.
