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minnie waited nervously outside the door. Waited until it was precisely 09.00, then knocked 3 times. Her Owner, Mistress Cara insisted on punctuality from her slaves, not early, not late, not even by a minute.


It was different for Mistress of course. She enjoyed making the nervous wretch wait, letting the anticipation build. Eventually the door opened just wide enough for minnie to enter and drop to her knees, head bowed to the floor at the feet of her Mistress. No words were spoken, Mistress Cara busied herself, getting ready to go out with her slave.

minnie had only been her property for a few short weeks. In that short time minnie had become devoted to her beautiful Mistress. Although she had previous experience with pro-Dommes, minnie had been searching for a real life Mistress for years, had almost given up hope of finding a powerful dominant woman who would know how to make the best use of this pathetic specimen.

Mistress Cara had set some simple tasks at first, to test her potential slaves ability, obedience. Humiliating tasks, buying girlie pink knickers and telling the shop assistant that they were for her. Wearing them and wanking in a public toilet. Slowly Mistress Cara had tightened her grip on minnie. She now had to wear girlie knickers at all times, had thrown out her old men’s pants. minnie no longer thought of herself as ‘he’, always as ‘she’. Mistress Cara had already conditioned her to that. Just as Mistress had taken control of minnie’s pathetic clit and forbidden her to cum, forbidden even ruined orgasms. It had been weeks since minnie was last permitted to spill her filth. Now all she was permitted was to milk herself with a vibrating butt plug up her tight asshole.

That was the reason for today’s visit. Mistress Cara had a special treat in store for her sissy, one that minnie had been training for for weeks.

minnie remained kneeling on the floor. She was familiar with her Mistress’s home as she was granted the privilege of visiting several times a week, to clean and tidy, or simply keep Mistress amused. Most visits were ‘vanilla’, with Mistress Cara’s family present. Even so that didn’t stop minnie being subtly humiliated and reminded of her lowly status. A softly spoken word from Mistress, a look from her deep dark eyes was all it took.

There had been a few heavy sessions. Mistress could be extremely harsh and brutal when she wished, leaving minnie’s pale pink ass black and blue for days. Or trembling in the face of a torrent of savage verbal abuse, demeaning and degrading the little sissy until tears flooded out.

Despite that, because of that, minnie had become totally devoted to her saviour, her Owner, her Mistress. However harsh and brutal Mistress Cara may be she was equally kind and caring, tender at times, when she knew that her sissy had given everything she could endure to please her Mistress.

So to the matter in hand. Mistress gathered up her bag and indicated that minnie could stand and lead the way to her car.

They drove to minnie’s home, a few miles away. That was another unbelievable bonus, the Mistress of her dreams lived a few minutes drive away! Once again minnie counted her blessings. Mistress Cara chatted while they drove, in her soft sensual voice that minnie had come to love.

As they pulled into minnie’s home, she helped Mistress out of the car and showed her inside, carefully locking the front door behind her. minnie had been nervous enough before, now she was almost shaking with trepidation, her hands sweating, her pulse racing at the thought of what lay ahead. She knew what Mistress had in mind, desperately wanted it, was terrified of failing her beloved Mistress.

Mistress Cara made herself comfortable while minnie hastily made a cup of coffee for her. Mistress had taken off her long coat, to reveal a figure hugging red and black pvc corset, and impossibly short mini skirt and lacy black hold-up stockings. And a pair of the highest heel stiletto’s imaginable. minnie dropped to her knees again and offered the coffee to her Mistress. As Mistress Cara drank the coffee, minnie drank in the wonderful sight before her, her beautiful Mistress, so calm and confident, so elegant and serene, so obviously enjoying her slaves shredded nerves.

After what seemed to minnie to be ages, Mistress Cara spoke. ‘Go and prepare yourself, slut.’ minnie crawled out of the room, sweating with fear and dread, into the bathroom and prepared herself for the ordeal ahead. She felt sick with nerves, excited beyond belief, trembling with anticipation she thought she might pass out. She forced herself to calm down, washed carefully and put on her sissy pink maid’s dress and frilly pink knickers before crawling back to her Mistress.

It seemed at first that Mistress Cara had not moved, until minnie was at her feet. She gasped as she saw that her divine Mistress had removed the impossibly small mini skirt and was now wearing a pair of black latex pants with a huge black rubber cock sticking up, pointing directly at minnie. She could hardly take her eyes off it, but managed to glimpse Mistress Cara’s beaming grin. ‘Suck it bitch.’ Not daring to hesitate, minnie bobbed her head down and began to lick at the huge phallus. She had been trained to suck strap-ons before, but none this size.

Mistress Cara laughed and shoved her sissy’s mouth far down the cock, making her gag. ‘You had better make it good and wet, or it will hurt all the more.’ She laughed, relaxing on the sofa as her slut went to work.

minnie felt her face turn bright red with embarrassment and humiliation as she tried to fit all of the black cock in her mouth. Her mouth felt dry, she had no spit to wet the phallus, it stuck to her lips as she bobbed up and down. This was the moment she had been waiting for, longing for since she had become Mistress Cara’s property. She was desperate to please, desperate to submit to anything her Owner wanted. She didn’t care about the humiliation, the emasculation, the shame. She only wanted to please her Mistress.

‘Stop. Turn round. Head on the floor.’ Mistress still sounded soft and caring, but there was a hard edge to her voice now. minnie did as ordered and waited, trembling with fear, fear of failure. She sensed Mistress moving off the sofa, leapt as she felt her sissy knickers being torn off, squealed as Mistress applied some cold lube to her tight hole. Mistress Cara pushed minnie’s knees further apart and moved closer to her target. minnie could feel the warmth of her Mistress behind her as she gritted her teeth in readiness. She could feel the tip of the cock on her hole, resting lightly, teasing, tormenting. She sensed Mistress applying more lube to the cock and held her breath.

Mistress Cara started to verbally humiliate her slutty slave, telling her how useless she was, how pathetic her clit was, no use to anyone, all the time slowly increasing the pressure on minnie’s tight hole. Mistress ordered her to beg to be fucked, beg for the cock. minnie tried her best, in a thin quavering voice that was no more than a whisper. ‘Louder!’ minnie tried again, imploring her Mistress to fuck her like the slut she was.

Finally after weeks of anticipation, of training with butt plugs, minnie felt a sharp almost unbearable pain as her Mistress rammed home the big cock. It could have been a red hot poker, the pain was so intense. minnie gasped and felt tears welling up, tears of pain, tears of joy. Mistress Cara then began to rhythmically pound away, forcing the cock in and out again and again. Somehow minnie kept breathing, started whispering ‘thank You Mistress, thank You’ over and over. She barely noticed that her Mistress’s breath was getting deeper and deeper, that her Mistress was hunched over her so she could feel her breath on the back of her neck.

Her useless little clit finally came to life, grew hard and started to dribble slime onto the towel on the floor. Mistress Cara had stopped verbally humiliating her sissy, there was no need now, the deed was done. Instead Mistress continued to pound away, the double ended dildo inside her bring her satisfaction as she fucked her devoted slave into total submission, fucked her into total obedience, fucked her for her own pleasure. Fucked her sissy just because she could.

minnie could hardly see through her tears, could hear and feel her Mistress’s pleasure, could hear her own voice still begging to be fucked by the Mistress she adored and worshipped.

Mistress Cara withdrew and sat back on the sofa, a light sheen on her brow the only sign of her pleasure. ‘Go and clean yourself, minnie, and take this with you.’ She gently placed her end of the dildo in minnie’s mouth as she crawled away.