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Malleable Sissy Mandy
I haven't left the flat in months. But then, why should I need to? Master John provides all I need, as long as I'm obedient and do as I'm told with a smile. And, I do.
For instance, I've been told to entertain his friend this afternoon and it's Alex, the big man who does martial art. He's got blue-eyes, blonde hair and a pony-tail, a bit like the one I wear sometimes. And, he's got muscles, biceps and chest muscles, so he fills his tee-shirts ever-so well. Oh, he looks good? and, I felt giddy as he took me in his arms and lifted me off my feet quite literally, just before kissing me roughly and spoiling 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, showing off 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 big hands holding me, he thumbed my nipples to hardness. Then letting me go, Alex had taken then between finger and thumb and squeezed. Of course I smiled, I always will.
But, I've grown to like nipple-play since Master John met me at the party and Alex looked into my watering eyes with a delightful smile. I do like to please and, that's what had got my little thingie stiffen a bit, between my legs where it taped down.
With the finger and thumb of his left hand busy, his right moved to my taut right bum cheek, sending tingles through me and, down to the toes of my black self-supporting nylon hose. I'd have liked to wear heels, but I'd been 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 wanted to giggle. Of course I knew, 'coz that's why I'd used vaseline and two fingers, 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 my nipples again, this time real hard. But, I had smiled. I always smile, just like I've been taught.
"I want to please you," I had lisped through gritted teeth, as the pain increased.
And, I'd opened my eyes to smile at Alex, to assure him that I felt pleasure.
I had, but not from the pain. I have grown to enjoy submission these last few months and pleasing him is what I am meant for. I knew that. Master John has taught me well.
"Good," he had responded, as he suddenly let go of my buttock and released my 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 upper back, fingers spread wide, while he had eased the swim-suits string-like gusset aside, fingers brushing against the sensitive head of my little thingie as he pushed his hard length into me.
Master John had watched from the kitchen doorway, as he thrust in and out of me, grunting loudly, holding my hips tightly and, I recall I'd just lain there 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 pleasure on 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, uncut eight inches inside me? oh how I'd cried when he'd left the flat hours later, when I'd finally paid for the weed that Alex had laid onto Master John.
Really, I don't mind paying off his debts, as long a it's not that Bev. She's not right, that one. She wears dungarees and casual suede boots and little else, sometimes a tee-shirt, yet rarely panties.
She has a very slim figure, short think brown hair and green brown eyes that kind of stare at you, reminding you that soon it will hurt and, it always does.
I'm told she hates men; well I think she hates everyone. But, she loves hurting 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 I have to do for him is be a good girl and take it literally, any way he wants 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 still looks like Johnny Depp and his looks get him allsorts.
Like, the other week, there had been this girl he brought round. She'd met him in the shop, then stayed there till closing time, staring at him across the sweet counter, with adoring eyes.
When Master John had brought her back to the flat she should have been in bed, so he'd taken her to bed, his. He'd casually smoked a joint, as he watched 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, "Now undress her."
I'd been wearing my pretties and she had worn spandex leggings and a shirt and 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 a lascivious look to his gaze.
But, she had calmed down as I'd held her in my arms, making sweet soft sounds in her ear, my fingers eagerly enjoying her, as she panted away with each thrust of my digits? And, I do recall how hard he was, as the sweet thing eased my slip off when Master ordered her to. Then I'd had to kneel before the bed, licking at my Master feet, as little Gillian used her fingers in me, one then a second and a third small finger, as she thrust in and out my ass pussy.
As I'd paid attention to his toes with my tongue, I'd looked up to my Master John and he told me I'd like it, although he hadn't needed to do so. 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 with exhaustion, 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 of the room where he'd left a few blankets for me, as he pulled little Gillian to him, kissing her passionately, as he had introduced her to that wonder manhood of his? oh, the lucky, lucky little girl?
When I eat at lunchtime it's often something as light as a few fishfingers and a cup of tea. Of course I eat properly, at the table, with a knife and fork, making each bite last.
Master wants me slim. He also wants me to please his friend in about half an hour and, I've dressed to please him, even though he never wants to please 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 out what he had!
Chris, his name was: tall with blonde hair. He'd just waited, till after games 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 on my knees in the steamy shower-room, my mouth full of his hard length, as soapy water ran down the plughole. And he hadn't been gentle, that first time? 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 from top to bottom, some rooms twice. I've done the work in the blue-nylon tabard type pinny Master bought for me at Bury market; so I keep my pretty things clean.
And, it can be a dirty job, keeping a home, for a man. But, I kneel in the bathroom and use my tongue to clean the toilet seat with my tongue, as I'd been instructed.
Once I am finished I will begin to prepare for Master John's return home. He works locally in a corner newsagents and works long hours, so he needs 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 for his return. And I wear it with dark hold-ups and black hipster panties. I shave all over, bar for my blonde hair which is now shoulder length and often worn in bunches, like today?
And I know I must be ready soon, as Master's friend is due and, I'll be a good girl for him, of course. After all, I'm Master John's malleable sissy Mandy; and I'm ready to be moulded to any man's needs for Him?