Chapter 1: Introduction
The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant ticking of the clock in the hallway. Anne sat at the vanity, running a brush through her long blonde hair, her blue eyes reflecting the flickering light of the television in the corner. She wore a silk robe, the color of deep wine, that clung to her lean, confident body. A smirk played on her lips as she thought about the night ahead.
From the living room, she heard the news anchor drone on about the latest political scandal, but her attention was drawn to the sound of Jeff’s footsteps on the stairs.
He was a small man, his blonde hair always slightly disheveled, his blue eyes always a little uncertain. She watched him in the mirror as he entered the room, his eyes darting from her to the bed, then to the vanity where she sat.
"Anne," he said, his voice a soft whisper, "you wanted to see me?"
She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing as she took in his appearance. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his usual attire, but there was a nervousness in his stance that she found amusing. She stood up, her robe falling open to reveal a black lace bra and matching panties.
Jeff's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. She chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Come here," she commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, his eyes fixed on the floor. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.
"You know what I want, don't you, Jeff?" she asked, her voice a low purr. He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Say it," she insisted, her fingers moving to his chin, tilting it up further.
His eyes met hers, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in their blue depths.
"I... I know you want to... to play," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anne smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Jeff's spine. "Good girl," she murmured, her fingers releasing his chin and moving to the sash of her robe. She untied it, letting the silk slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. She stood before him now, clad only in her black lace bra and panties, her tall, lean frame commanding his attention.
Jeff's eyes flickered over her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the firm line of her stomach, and the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
Anne reached into the drawer of the vanity and pulled out a small, black velvet box. She held it out to him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Open it," she commanded.
Jeff hesitated for a moment before taking the box from her, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it. Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, was a pink chastity cage. He looked up at Anne, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
"What... what is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anne's smile was a slow, predatory curve of her lips. "It's your new toy, darling," she said, her voice a low purr. "I want you to put it on."
Jeff's fingers trembled as he reached for the cage, his eyes flicking from the device to Anne's face. He could feel the heat of her gaze on him, could see the amusement and anticipation in her eyes. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
He lifted the cage out of the box, his fingers wrapping around the cool plastic.
It was small, hot pink, barely larger than his own hand, and he could see the intricate design of the lock and the ring that would secure it to his body. He looked up at Anne, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"Go on," she urged, her voice a low purr. "I want to see you put it on."
Jeff hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the bed where she had laid out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he began to undress. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his pale, slender chest, and then his jeans, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
He stood before me now, in nothing but his pink, low rise, hipster panties that she sent him to work in. His eyes cast downwards, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. I could see the outline of his small dick, the large mushroom-shaped head pressing against the fabric, and I felt a surge of power, of control.
"Your panties too," I commanded, my voice firm. He hesitated for a moment before hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pulling them down, stepping out of them and standing naked before me. His dick was hard, pressing against his stomach, and I could see the pre-cum already beading at the tip.
I chuckled, a low, husky sound that made him shiver.
"Such a good girl. And you are a girl with that pathetic dick of yours," I murmured, my fingers reaching out to stroke his cheek. He leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again, his gaze fixed on my face.
"Now, the cage," I commanded, my voice firm yet gentle. He took a deep breath, his fingers wrapping around the cool plastic of the chastity cage. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, Anne. I want to please you."
I smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down his spine.
"You will, Jeff. You will please me very much," I said, my voice a low purr. "But first, I want you to put on a little show for me."
His eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "A show?"
I nodded, my eyes flicking to the bed where I had laid out his outfit for the evening. "Yes, darling. I want you to put on the lingerie I've laid out for you. And then, I want you to dance for me."
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking from my face to the bed and back again.
I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the fear of the unknown, but also the excitement, the thrill of the taboo. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, tilting his head up to meet my gaze.
"Remember, Jeff," I said, my voice low and firm, "you belong to me. Your body, your pleasure, they're all mine to command. You'll do this because I want you to, because it pleases me."
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Anne," he whispered. "I'll do whatever you want." Jeff's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes fixed on the assortment of lingerie laid out on the bed. There was a set of purple lace panties and a matching bra, both adorned with delicate lace and ribbons. Next to it was a white fishnet body stocking. Finally, there was a black open cup corset with crotchless panties and matching black stockings. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached for the bra, his fingers trembling slightly as he hooked it around his back and secured it. The lace was cool against his skin, the cups pushing his small breasts up, making them look fuller than they were.
Anne watched him, her eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation. She could see the way his body tensed as he struggled with the panties, his fingers fumbling with the delicate lace.
She chuckled, a low, husky sound that made him shiver.
"Here, let me help you," she murmured, stepping closer and taking the panties from his hands. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them up over his hips, her fingers brushing against his skin as she did so. He shivered, his breath hitching in his throat as she pulled them up, the lace stretching over his ass.
She stepped back, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in the way the lingerie clung to his skin, accentuating his curves. He was a vision, a sissy slut in her power, and she felt a surge of power, of control.
"No, that won't work. Try the body stocking on next." Anne's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Jeff hesitated, his eyes flicking from the fishnet garment to Anne's face. He could see the determination in her eyes, the unyielding will that he had come to know so well. He took a deep breath, his fingers reaching for the stocking. He stepped into it, pulling it up over his legs, his hips, his stomach, until it was finally in place. The fishnet clung to his skin, the holes revealing glimpses of his flesh beneath. He could feel the cool air against his skin, the slight prickle of the net against his sensitive areas.
Anne watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She smiled as Jeff's nipples and pink cage poked through the holes.
She could see his dick straining against the cage, the head of it already glistening with pre-cum. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the cage, making him shiver.
"Fuck, Anne," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him. She chuckled, her fingers moving to the clasp of the cage, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor with a soft clatter.
"Such a good girl. You're already dripping wet," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Now, take that off and put on the corset."
Jeff hesitated for a moment before reaching for the corset.
He could feel the heat of Anne's gaze on him as he struggled with the laces, his fingers fumbling as he tried to secure it around his waist. She could see the way his body tensed as he struggled with the corset, his fingers fumbling with the delicate laces.
"Here, let me help you," she murmured, stepping closer and taking the corset from his hands. She turned him around, her fingers brushing against his skin as she secured the laces at his back. She pulled the corset tight, cinching his waist and pushing his breasts up, making them look fuller than they were.
He gasped as the laces bit into his skin, his breath coming in short gasps as she tightened it further. She could see the way his body tensed, the way his nipples hardened against the lace of the corset. She smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Perfect," she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Now, the panties."
He hesitated for a moment before reaching for the crotchless panties. He stepped into them, pulling them up over his hips, his ass cheeks peeking out from the open back.
Anne could see his pink, puckered hole winking at her, and she felt a surge of lust, a hunger that only he could satisfy.
"Turn around and put on the garter belt and stocking," she commanded, her voice firm. He did as he was told, his eyes cast downwards, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. She could see the outline of his dick, hard and straining against the crotchless panties, the head of it already glistening with pre-cum.
"Look at me," she said, her voice a low purr. He hesitated for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet hers.
His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She could see the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to control himself.
"You look like a such a little slut. Now, dance for me. Show me how much you like wearing a corset and stockings," she commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. Jeff hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to sway his hips, his hands moving to his breasts, squeezing them through the lace of the corset. He could feel the way the fabric rubbed against his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his dick.
Anne watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she saw the way his body moved, the way he squeezed his tits, his hips swaying in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. She could see the way his dick strained against the crotchless panties, the head of it already glistening with pre-cum.
"Faster," she urged, her voice a low purr.
"Show me how much you want to please me, Jeff." He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, his hands squeezing his tits harder. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as he danced for her. She could see the way his body moved, the way his dick strained against the crotchless panties. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock, making him shiver.
"Such a good girl," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "You're making me so fucking horny, Jeff.
I can see your dick straining against those panties. You want to come, don't you?" Anne's voice was a low growl, her eyes locked onto Jeff's crotch. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to grind against her hand.
"Beg for it," she commanded, her fingers still tracing the outline of his cock through the crotchless panties. "Beg for me to let you come."
"Please, Anne," he whimpered, his eyes pleading with hers. "Please, let me come.
I need to come so bad," Jeff begged, his voice a desperate whimper. Anne's smile was a slow, predatory curve of her lips as she looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Beg for it," she commanded, her voice low and firm.
"Please, Anne," he whimpered again, his eyes pleading with hers. I'll do anything you want. I'll be your good little slut. Just let me come."
Anne chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down Jeff's spine.
"Anything, huh?" she mused, her fingers still tracing the outline of his cock through the crotchless panties. "Well, I do have one thing in mind."
Jeff's breath hitched in his throat as Anne's fingers moved to the waistband of his panties, hooking into it and pulling them down in one swift motion. His dick sprang free, hard and throbbing, and Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in the sight of it.
"Such a pathetic little dick," she murmured, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking it slowly.
Jeff groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him. "But it's all mine to play with, isn't it?" she continued, her voice a low purr. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as she stroked him, her fingers moving up and down his shaft, her thumb brushing against the head, smearing the pre-cum that beaded there on his face.
"Look at you," she chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "So hard and desperate for my touch. You're such a little slut, aren't you?" She could see the way his body tensed as she spoke, the way his hips bucked slightly as she stroked him.
"You're such a little slut," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "And you're going to take it like a good little slut, aren't you?"
Jeff nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'll take it like a good little slut." "Good girl," she murmured, her fingers still stroking his cock.
"Now, turn around and bend over the bed. I want to see that pretty little ass of yours."
Jeff hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, his ass sticking out behind him. Anne could see the way his body tensed as he waited for her, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to control himself. "Such a good little slut," she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, making him shiver.
"Now, spread those cheeks for me. I want to see that tight little hole of yours."
Jeff hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, his fingers reaching back to spread his ass cheeks, revealing his pink, puckered hole to her gaze.
Anne chuckled, a low, husky sound that made him shiver. The black stockings drawing her eyes up his shapely legs up to his eager ass, "Look at you. So eager to please me. You're such a good little slut."
She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, making him shiver.
He could feel the heat of her body behind him, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of her arousal. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?"
He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to control himself. "Yes, Anne. I'm your good little slut." "That's right. And now, I'm going to fuck that tight little hole of yours."
He gasped, his eyes widening as he looked back at her over his shoulder. "Yes, mistress. I'd like that." Anne's voice was a low growl, her eyes gleaming with lust as she reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. She poured some onto her fingers, her eyes locked onto Jeff's ass as she rubbed it between her fingers, warming it up.
Jeff could feel the cool liquid against his skin, could see the way it glistened in the dim light of the room. He could smell the sweet scent of it, mixed with the musk of Anne's arousal. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he waited for her to touch him.
Anne's fingers moved to his ass, spreading the lube over his puckered hole.
Jeff shivered, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt her touch him there. He could feel the cool liquid against his skin, could see the way it glistened in the dim light of the room.
She pressed one finger against his hole, pushing gently until it popped inside. Jeff gasped, his body tensing as he felt the intrusion. Anne chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're so tight," she murmured, her voice a low purr.
"Such a good little slut for me." Jeff could feel his body tensing as she pushed her finger deeper into him, could feel the way it stretched him, filling him in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as she moved her finger in and out of him, her thumb rubbing circles around his hole. "That feels so good." "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and husky.
"You like it when I fuck your tight little ass, don't you?" Jeff nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her finger move deeper inside him. He could feel the way it stretched him, filling him in a way that was both painful and pleasurable.
"Fuck yes," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him there. "I love it when you fuck my ass." Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she added a second finger, stretching him further. "Such a good little slut," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Taking my fingers like a champ. I'm going to milk all the cum out of your pathetic little balls and make you lick it off my fingers."
She began to move her fingers in and out of him, her thumb still rubbing circles around his hole. Jeff could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as she fucked him with her fingers. He could feel the way his dick strained against the bedspread, the head of it already leaking pre-cum.
He could feel the way his body tensed as she fucked him with her fingers, could feel the way his hole stretched to accommodate her intrusion.
"Fuck, Anne," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him there. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that." "Not yet, darling," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "I want to feel your tight little ass around my cock before you come."
She withdrew her fingers from his ass, making him whimper in protest. He could feel the way his hole clenched, missing her touch already.
He looked back at her over his shoulder, his eyes pleading with hers.
"Please, Anne," he begged, his voice a desperate whimper. "Please, fuck me with your cock. I need it so bad." "Greedy little slut," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Alright, darling. But first, you're going to lick my pussy clean."
He hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he turned around and knelt between her legs.
He could see the way her pussy glistened with her arousal, the way her lips were swollen and puffy. He could smell the sweet scent of her musk, could feel the heat radiating from her core.
"Lick it clean," she commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. "Show me how much you love the taste of my pussy."
Jeff leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to lick her pussy lips, tasting the sweet nectar that coated them. He could feel the way her body tensed as he touched her, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat. He loved pleasing her. He loved the taste of her pussy, the way her body responded to his touch. He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue swirling around it, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He could feel her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer as he pleasured her.
"Fuck, Jeff," she groaned, her hips bucking against his face. "You're so good at that. You're going to make me come."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against her clit, his fingers sliding inside her pussy to curl against her G-spot. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she reached her climax.
He lapped at her pussy, drinking down her juices as she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned, her hands gripping his hair tightly as she rode out her orgasm. "That's a good little slut. You've earned your reward."
She pushed him away, her breath ragged as she looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. I want that tight little ass of yours ready for me."
Jeff scrambled onto the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he got into position.
He could feel the cool sheets against his skin, could smell the sweet scent of Anne's arousal still lingering in the air. He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping the edge as he waited for her to join him. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric as she moved behind him, could feel the heat of her body as she stepped closer.
"Such a good little slut," she murmured, her voice low and husky as she ran her fingers through his hair. "You're so eager to please me." He could feel her fingers tracing the line of his spine, making him shiver. He loved the way she touched him, the way her fingers sent shivers down his spine.
He could feel his dick throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto the bedspread as he waited for her to touch him again.
Anne chuckled, a low, husky sound that made his dick twitch. "Good, girl. You're so eager, Jeff. Always ready to please me." She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down his back, over his ass, until she reached his hole. He could feel the cool air against his skin, the anticipation building as he waited for her touch.
"Spread your cheeks for me," she commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. He hesitated for a moment before reaching back and spreading his ass cheeks, exposing his pink, puckered hole to her gaze.
Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in the sight of his exposed ass. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out her hot pink dildo. She could feel the way it filled her hand as she stroked it. He could feel the heat of her body behind him, could smell the sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the musk of her sweat.
He could hear the rustle of fabric as she moved, and then he felt it - the cool, smooth silicone of the dildo pressing against his hole.
"Fuck," he gasped, his body tensing as he felt the pressure against him.
"That's right, baby. You're going to take this big, fat dildo like a good little slut," she murmured, her voice a low purr.
He could feel the way his hole stretched as she pressed the head of the dildo against him, pushing gently until it popped inside.
He gasped, his body tensing as he felt the intrusion.
She began to move the dildo in and out of him, her hand gripping the base as she fucked him with slow, deliberate strokes. He could feel the way it filled him, pressing against his prostrate, stretching him in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as she moved the dildo in and out of him.
He could hear the wet sound of it fucking him, the way it stretched him with each thrust. He could feel the way his dick leaked pre-cum onto the bedspread, the way his body tensed as he tried to hold back his orgasm. "That feels so fucking good." "You like that, don't you, you little slut?
You like being fucked by my big, fat dildo?" Anne's voice was a low growl, her eyes gleaming with lust as she watched Jeff's body tense and relax with each thrust of the dildo.
"Yes, Anne," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly as she fucked him. "I love it. I love being your little slut."
Anne chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down Jeff's spine. You're my little slut.
My fuck toy," Anne growled, her voice laced with dominance as she picked up the pace, fucking him harder with the dildo. "You exist to please me, to take my cock, to be my little fuck hole."
Jeff moaned, his body writhing as he took the dildo like a good little slut. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as Anne fucked him harder, her hips slapping against his ass with each thrust.
"Fuck, Anne," he groaned, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
"That's it. Come for me. Come like the slutty, little girl you are," she growled, her voice laced with dominance.
"I want to see you come undone on my dildo, Jeff. I want to see you lose control."
Jeff's breath hitched in his throat as he felt the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin. He could feel the way his body tensed, the way his hole clenched around the dildo as Anne fucked him harder, her hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. "I'm going to come. I can't hold it back anymore." He groaned, his body tensing as he felt the first waves of pleasure crash over him. His dick throbbed, leaking pre-cum onto the bedspread as Anne continued to fuck him with the dildo, her hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. Anne reached down with one hand to catch Jeff's cum and at the same time pulled on his sensitive balls.
"Fuck yes," she growled, her voice laced with dominance as she watched him come undone. "That's it, baby. Show me how much you love being my little slut."
Jeff's body convulsed as he came, his dick pulsing as he shot rope after rope of hot cum onto Anne's hand.
She brought her fingers to Jeff's mouth, her eyes locked onto Jeff's as she did so. "Mmm, clean up your mess, baby. Eat your cum like a good sissy."
Jeff opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick Anne's fingers clean. He could taste himself on her skin, the salty sweetness of his own cum mixed with the musk of her arousal. He moaned as he licked her fingers, his eyes locked onto hers as he pleasured her.
Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched him clean her fingers. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Now, get on your back and spread your legs.
I want to see that pathetic little dick of yours," Anne commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. Jeff did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest as he lay back on the bed, his legs spreading wide for her.
Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in the sight of him, his dick already hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto his belly. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking it slowly.
"Such a pathetic little dick," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Sorry mistress that it displeases you." Jeff admitted with shame.
"That's right. I can't stand that I married you and this tiny little cock. That's why I have to find real men to fuck. Real men with real cocks.
I can't help but compare your tiny little dick to them. They're so much bigger and better than you," Anne said, her voice dripping with contempt as she continued to stroke Jeff's pathetic little dick. "In fact, my bulls always send me pictures of their dicks. Let's just pull up some on my phone so you can see what kind of cocks I'm fucking.
Anne pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery until she found what she was looking for. She held the phone up so Jeff could see the screen.
"Look at this," she said, pointing to a picture of a massive cock. "This is what a real man's cock looks like. It's thick and long and fucking huge. It's nothing like your pathetic little dick."
Jeff's eyes widened as he looked at the picture. He could see the size of the cock, how thick and long it was compared to his own. He felt a pang of jealousy and inadequacy.
"Look at this one," Anne said, scrolling to another picture. "This is another one of my bulls.
Look at that monster," Anne said, showing Jeff another picture of a thick, veiny cock. "It's so much bigger than yours. I can barely fit it in my mouth, let alone my pussy. But I fucking love it. I love the way it stretches me, fills me up. It's like nothing you could ever give me."
Jeff could feel his dick shrinking in Anne's hand as he looked at the pictures, his insecurities and inadequacies rising to the surface. He could feel the shame and humiliation burning in his cheeks as he looked at the pictures of Anne's lovers, their cocks so much bigger and better than his own.
He could feel his dick getting hard in her hand. "Look at you, all embarrassed and pathetic. You're getting hard again aren't you. You're such a little sissy, aren't you? I bet you'd like to taste one wouldn't you. You want to know how they feel in your mouth. or maybe your ass. What about this one? Raphael has a beautiful cock and he cums bucket loads."
Anne said, showing Jeff another picture of a thick, veiny cock. "I bet you'd love to have that in your mouth wouldn't you? Or maybe you'd like to feel it in your ass? I bet you'd love to be fucked by a real man wouldn't you? Not some pathetic little dick like yours."
Jeff's breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the picture, his dick throbbing in Anne's hand. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the tension coiling in his groin as he imagined what it would be like to be fucked by a real man.
To have a thick, veiny cock stretching him, filling him in a way that Jeff's pathetic little dick never could. "Please, let me taste one. I want to know what it's like."
Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked down at him, her fingers still stroking his pathetic little dick. "You want to taste a real cock, don't you, you little slut?"
"Yes, Anne," he whimpered, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him. "I want to taste a real cock.
I want to know what it's like," Jeff pleaded, his eyes locked onto Anne's as he begged for her permission.
Anne's lips curled into a cruel smile as she looked down at him, her fingers still stroking his pathetic little dick. "You want to taste a real cock, you little slut? Maybe next time I'll have you get him all nice and hard for me. Get him ready to fuck me and make me cum."
"Yes, Anne," Jeff whimpered, his hips bucking as she stroked him. "Then when he's done, I'll have you lick his load out of my eager pussy." Anne cooed. This sent Jeff over the edge. His mushroom head swelled and cum shot out onto Anne's hand.
She laughed and rubbed it onto his face. "Look at you, all pathetic and cumming all over my hand. You're such a little slut."
"Now, that I know you're so eager to help out I'll be sure to invite you to my next date." Anne said with a wicked grin. "But for now, I think it's time for you to clean up this mess you've made."
Anne pushed Jeff off the bed and onto his knees. She grabbed a towel from the nightstand and handed it to him.
"Clean up your cum like a good little sissy," she commanded.
Jeff took the towel and began to wipe the cum off Anne's hand and his face. He could feel the sticky mess on his skin, the way it coated his fingers as he cleaned it off.
"Good girl," Anne murmured, her voice low and husky as she watched him clean himself.
"Now, put on that pretty little negligee. I'm relaxed and tired. You can sleep on the floor. This bed is for men only. You're not a man, are you, Jeff?" Anne's voice was a low purr, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched him clean himself up.
Jeff shook his head, his eyes downcast. "No, Anne. I'm not a man."
"That's right," she murmured, her voice firm yet gentle. "You're my little sissy slut. And little sluts don't get to sleep in the bed with their mistress."
Jeff nodded, his heart sinking as he realized what she was saying. I understand."
"Good," she said, her voice a low growl as she stood up and walked over to the closet.