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MandySissy MandyI haven’t left the flat in months. But then, why should I need to? MasterJohn provides all I need, as long as I’m obedient and do as I’m told with asmile. And, I do.For instance, I’ve been told to entertain his friend this afternoon andit’s Alex, the big man who does martial art. He’s got blue-eyes, blondehair and a pony-tail, a bit like the one I wear sometimes. And, he’s gotmuscles, biceps and chest muscles, so he fills his tee-shirts ever-sowell. Oh, he looks good? and, I felt giddy as he took me in his arms andlifted me off my feet quite literally, just before kissing me roughly andspoiling my lipstick.I’d been wearing a one-piece black swimsuit that hugged my body tightly,with the piece at the black going between my bum-cheeks like floss, showingoff just how much I keep myself smooth for Master John and, his friends.And boy did he make up for smudging my stark red lippy!He had made it better for me by setting me down gently and with his bighands holding me, he thumbed my nipples to hardness. Then letting me go,Alex had taken then between finger and thumb and squeezed. Of course Ismiled, I always will.But, I’ve grown to like nipple-play since Master John met me at the partyand Alex looked into my watering eyes with a delightful smile. I do like toplease and, that’s what had got my little thingie stiffen a bit, between mylegs where it taped down.With the finger and thumb of his left hand busy, his right moved to my tautright bum cheek, sending tingles through me and, down to the toes of myblack self-supporting nylon hose. I’d have liked to wear heels, but I’dbeen told to look small and cute.So maybe the red lip-stick had suited, but you can’t blame a sissy can you?”You know what I want don’t you?” He’d asked me with a smile and, I wantedto giggle. Of course I knew, ‘coz that’s why I’d used vaseline and twofingers, to open myself up, in preparation for his visit to the flat.I hadn’t giggled though, but closed my eyes and moaned as he teased mynipples again, this time real hard. But, I had smiled. I always smile, justlike I’ve been taught.”I want to please you,” I had lisped through gritted teeth, as the painincreased.And, I’d opened my eyes to smile at Alex, to assure him that I feltpleasure.I had, but not from the pain. I have grown to enjoy submission these lastfew months and pleasing him is what I am meant for. I knew that. MasterJohn has taught me well.”Good,” he had responded, as he suddenly let go of my buttock and releasedmy ever-so hard nipple, grasped my shoulders and spun me round.Alex had bent me over the arm of the sofa and pressed down on my upperback, fingers spread wide, while he had eased the swim-suits string-likegusset aside, fingers brushing against the sensitive head of my littlethingie as he pushed his hard length into me.Master John had watched from the kitchen doorway, as he thrust in and outof me, grunting loudly, holding my hips tightly and, I recall I’d just lainthere and kinda mewled with pleasure.I’d spread my legs, pushing my nylon-clad legs down hard, to stay in place,as I he had crouched over my little bum and began to jackhammer-fuck me,hard.My satisfaction had grown, as I had turned my head to see genuine pleasureon Master’s face, as Alex had fucked me good and hard.And, when he’d finally slumped over me I could still feel his hard, uncuteight inches inside me? oh how I’d cried when he’d left the flat hourslater, when I’d finally paid for the weed that Alex had laid onto MasterJohn.Really, I don’t mind paying off his debts, as long a it’s not thatBev. She’s not right, that one. She wears dungarees and casual suede bootsand little else, sometimes a tee-shirt, yet rarely panties.She has a very slim figure, short think brown hair and green brown eyesthat kind of stare at you, reminding you that soon it will hurt and, italways does.I’m told she hates men; well I think she hates everyone. But, she loveshurting me. That I know. So anyway? that’s why I’m pleased it’s Alex.At least with him it was pretty obvious what he had wanted of me. All Ihave nevşehir escort to do for him is be a good girl and take it literally, any way hewants to give it to me.That’s okay with me? Well, I say that as if what I say matters? it doesn’t,of course.*Although he’s got a little bit of a bit of a beer belly, Master John stilllooks like Johnny Depp and his looks get him allsorts.Like, the other week, there had been this girl he brought round. She’d methim in the shop, then stayed there till closing time, staring at him acrossthe sweet counter, with adoring eyes.When Master John had brought her back to the flat she should have been inbed, so he’d taken her to bed, his. He’d casually smoked a joint, as hewatched me caress sweet little Gillian’s shoulder length light brown hair,her eyes gazing at me then him, as I had done as he had instructed, “Nowundress her.”I’d been wearing my pretties and she had worn spandex leggings and a shirtand little else and had trembled at my touch at first, the poor thing,she’d seemed quite scared as I undressed her, Master watching us with alascivious look to his gaze.But, she had calmed down as I’d held her in my arms, making sweet softsounds in her ear, my fingers eagerly enjoying her, as she panted away witheach thrust of my digits? And, I do recall how hard he was, as the sweetthing eased my slip off when Master ordered her to. Then I’d had to kneelbefore the bed, licking at my Master feet, as little Gillian used herfingers in me, one then a second and a third small finger, as she thrust inand out my ass pussy.As I’d paid attention to his toes with my tongue, I’d looked up to myMaster John and he told me I’d like it, although he hadn’t needed to doso. And, just like I had been, sweet little Gillian had been ‘a good girl’for him, eventually using much of her lower arm, leaving me panting withexhaustion, as I had spurted my cream over the floor.Master John had me clean up the mess I’d made, then crawl to the corner ofthe room where he’d left a few blankets for me, as he pulled little Gillianto him, kissing her passionately, as he had introduced her to that wondermanhood of his? oh, the lucky, lucky little girl?*When I eat at lunchtime it’s often something as light as a few fishfingersand a cup of tea. Of course I eat properly, at the table, with a knife andfork, making each bite last.Master wants me slim. He also wants me to please his friend in about halfan hour and, I’ve dressed to please him, even though he never wants toplease me; then so few rarely do. And, it’s been that way since school,when that older boy saw me looking at what he had. And boy, did I find outwhat he had!Chris, his name was: tall with blonde hair. He’d just waited, till aftergames and, everyone else had left the showers. I’d been there alone, small,skinny and vulnerable, before this lad I fancied.It hadn’t taken much, just his hands on my shoulders and, I’d been down onmy knees in the steamy shower-room, my mouth full of his hard length, assoapy water ran down the plughole. And he hadn’t been gentle, that firsttime? But then, I never have wanted them to be gentle; not then and,definitely not since meeting my Master John.*Master left for work an hour ago. Since then I have cleaned the flat fromtop to bottom, some rooms twice. I’ve done the work in the blue-nylontabard type pinny Master bought for me at Bury market; so I keep my prettythings clean.And, it can be a dirty job, keeping a home, for a man. But, I kneel in thebathroom and use my tongue to clean the toilet seat with my tongue, as I’dbeen instructed.Once I am finished I will begin to prepare for Master John’s returnhome. He works locally in a corner newsagents and works long hours, so heneeds looking after.And, I do so live to look after my Master.He left for work after inserting my butt-plug that I wear to be ready forhis return. And I wear it with dark hold-ups and black hipster panties. Ishave all over, bar for my blonde hair which is now shoulder length andoften worn in bunches, like today?And I know I must be ready escort nevşehir soon, as Master’s friend is due and, I’ll be agood girl for him, of course. After all, I’m Master John’s malleable sissyMandy; and I’m ready to be moulded to any man’s needs for Him?Master left for work an hour ago. Since then I have cleaned the flat fromtop to bottom, some rooms twice. I’ve done the work in the blue-nylontabard type pinny Master bought for me at Bury market; so I keep my prettythings clean.And, it can be a dirty job, keeping a home, for a man. But, I kneel in thebathroom and use my tongue to clean the toilet seat, as I’d beeninstructed.Once I am finished I will begin to prepare for Master John’s returnhome. He works locally in a corner newsagent and works long hours, so heneeds looking after.And, I do so love to look after my Master.He left for work after inserting my butt-plug that I wear to be ready toservice a man. And I wear it with dark hold-ups and black hipsterpanties. I shave all over, bar for my blonde hair which is now shoulderlength and often worn in bunches, like today?I know I must be ready soon, as Master’s friend is due and, I’ll be a goodgirl for him, after all, I’m Master John’s malleable sissy Mandy; ready tobe moulded to any man’s needs for Him?So I await his presence by the door, now wearing a sheer black nightie,over my pretty underwear, my feet squeezed into a pair of shiny black highheels, ordered specially for me and paid for many times over, with my’services’.I’ve been told that my visitor will want complete subservience and, that hemight enjoy his pleasures in a sadistic manner. ‘He might,’ my mindscreams; as I stand docilely, my hand clasped before me, as I stare down tothe tips of my high heels.My stomach is churning. I haven’t eaten for two days and, all I’ve had isthe protein drinks and, the cum Master John fed me, last night. Yet, in allfairness to my Master, he did tell me “If you’re a good sissy, then after Iget home tonight, I’ll feed you a meal suitable for a hungry sissy?”Master had slid his hand into my panties as I pressed myself eagerly tohim, my lips against his. Then he’d fingered me dry; and roughly, beforeinserting the plug and causing me to wince with the discomfort that broughtmy Master pleasure, which his arousal proved: “So you be a good sissy forMarco,” he’d told me, twisting the plug with his left hand and pinching myleft nipple with right forefinger and thumb.Eyes closed I’d moaned my pleasure and pain, against his lips, as he spokeagain, “Tell me, who do you belong to?”He has often asked that of me, over the last year and, my reply is alwaysthe same one, “You are my Master and my mind and body are yours, to use andabuse as you see fit?” And, for a moment I think I see something more thanlust in his eyes.Then all too soon, the moment had been and gone.He had released me from his embrace and then left me alone in the flat, toclean and tidy as I waited nervously, for ‘The Italian Stallion’, as Marcoliked to be called.And my now of this particular moment entails a pain in my calves from theheight of the heels, a gnawing in my stomach from not being fed and, a needto satisfy my young master’s friend, however he seeks to use? his MalleableSissy Mandy?Finally the doorbell goes and I look through to the screen by the alarmtouchpad, to see who is calling: Black shoulder length thick wavy hair,Black leather, thin blue jeans and, that famous swagger of his – it isMarco.I’ve been told of him and few of the stories are good, but none of myconcerns matter anymore and, neither do my opinions. All that matters isthe young man who controls my life, for whom I have given my all, topleasure him and, his beautiful cock.He can have anyone, man or woman, boy or girl, seemingly any age or colour,simply due to his Johnny Depp looks. And, although he’s gained a few poundsand lost a little hair, since I first fell in love with his cock, much hashappened to have led me here, none of which I regret, as it all led to washere and now.’I am here and his? what nevşehir escort bayan more is there?’ I think, as I answer the intercom,then buzz Marco in, still more than a little nervous with anticipation forwhat is yet to come and, I’m very aware of the butt-plug filling me,reminding me of my purpose.”Hello Sir,” I say with a small curtsey, as Marco enters, looking aroundhimself, at my Masters well-appointed flat, that I keep so clean for him.”I like the tits,” He says coarsely, sitting on the leather couch, one armon the back, his left leg crossed over the right at the thigh.He pats the cushion next to him and, I walk across the room, toward him.His nose is aquiline and, he’d be pleased to hear me call it Roman. “Theywere the masters of the world for over a thousand years,” he’s been heardto tell people, proudly. And, his teeth are big and white and seem toheighten just how dark his olive skin is. I guess he could be seen as goodlooking by some; he certainly is in his own eyes. To me, he is the man I amto satisfy this afternoon, no matter what he might want of me.”Thank you Sir,” I say to him, “Master John has had me taking hormones formonths now?” He has and, it’s paid off. I like what I have and Master doestoo.”Well, you’re gonna moan like a whore?” Marco begins with a smile, as hereaches up and paws my little boobies, nipples hardening at his touch.I can’t help but close my eyes a second and whimper, as he pinches my erectnipples, knowing this is a prelude of what it is yet to come?’I’ll be good,’ I remind myself, as Marco’s hand travels up my nylon-cladinner left thigh; then reaching my trembling warm flesh at the stocking-topand finally the end of the butt-plug inside me, beneath my pretty panties.”Look at me,” he snaps. So, I open my eyes.”Who and what are you?” He asks slyly, knowing how I will answer, I amsure.And I give the answer as I’ve been taught, sounding as submissive as itmakes me: ‘I am Masters John’s toy and plaything. I am Sissy Mandy, his toplease and obey.’As I finish speaking Marco pats the cushion again, so I sit.”And, what did he say you were to do for me?” Marco asks me, his erectionalready evident in his light-blue worn jeans, tight across the crotch, ashe splays his legs.”To serve, Sir,” I reply softly, looking at my knees and biting my lowertrembling lip.And, it’s good that he smiles in response, as if he hadn’t I’m sure I’dhave suffered.My thoughts are confirmed, as he tells me, “You know I’ll hurt you today,don’t you Sissy Mandy?”Oh, I’d realised it. Heck, Master John had already forewarned me. Yet evenso, it was hard to admit my knowledge. Yet of course I did, of course.I’d nodded my head, and then looked to Marco. Then I offered him a shysmile, while slowly squirming a little, so the plug pushed inward a little,widening me further and causing me to leak a little, in my pretty panties.Wanting to admit my own desires at that moment, all-of-a-sudden, I decidedit might be more prudent to ask the obvious question of my ‘ItalianStallion’.”Can I get you a drink, Sir?” I ask him, ensuring my voice sounds as softas I intend.”Yeah, I’m kinda dry? so whattcha got?” He asks, running his hands acrossmy face.’Beer?’ I try to suggest, yet find it impossible, as three fingers haveentered my mouth filling me to the extreme and, all I can do is gag amoment, as he finger-fucks the back of my throat; and suddenly I’m retchingon his fingers, fighting for air, tears streaming down face.Drools runs down my face with my make-up running?And, I place my hands on my knees, looking up to him with watery eyes andstill my urge to panic. I’m there to be his submissive toy and, if he wantsto abuse my throat?Then, I’ll acquiesce, as Master John instructed me, before leaving theflat.Then my left nipple is twisted painfully, before he releases my titfleshand, Marco slaps the left side of my face.He watches for my reaction and smiles as I wince, at the first strikeagainst my skin, that causes it to redden and his smile to widen, prior tofive more vicious open-handed blows that sent me reeling to the floor.”Get the fuck up and get me that beer,” he snaps, then makes to kick me,with his big motorcycle boots. So I rise, quickly?”Yessir,” I reply hurriedly, having already guessed how the day is going togo and, it’s only ten thirty, in the morning?

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