His hand cups my chin as he forces me to look up at him, enjoying the sight of humiliation in my expressive eyes as he calmly taunts me with that cruel smirk on his face, “You look so pretty down there all tied up like that. That is where a sissy slut like you belongs, on her knees at the feet of a real man. I love how cute you look wearing that gag for me but when I get back, I have another use in mind for that pretty little mouth of yours.”
My heart sinks as I instantly realize the lewd act he is suggesting with his lustful tone and depraved grin, disgusted at the very thought of tasting another man so intimately, erotically pleasuring him with my mouth. I am so horrified that I try to pull away from him but he tightens his grip on my chin as he delights in my terror, his thumb slipping up to rub my puckering lips through my gags, “Yes, such a pretty mouth. It’s time you found out there is more to being a sissy than just being a spoiled little princess.”
He pauses before continuing gleefully, relishing my agony, “When I return we’re gonna put that pretty little mouth of yours to work. But in the meantime, you need to get used to being on your knees, ready to take care of the needs of a real man. So, while I’m gone, I don’t want you sitting back on your heels or trying to lay down on me. You should be kneeling up straight waiting for me at all times. To help you pass the time, the only thought you should have is focusing on how you are gonna please me. When I come back down, if you aren’t kneeling up straight ready for me, I’m gonna punish you and I’m gonna hurt you bad. Do you understand me, slut?”
I don’t respond as I sadly look up into his eyes, silently pleading with him not to do this to me. But he shows me no mercy as he viciously slaps my left cheek again with an open hand, my head snapping to the right as I whimper into my gag, tears flooding my eyes from the biting sting of his slap. “Answer me, slut!” he demands aggressively as he glares intently into my eyes. I can only muster a weak nod as he slaps my cheek again, his eyes and voice filling with anger, “That’s not an answer! I want an answer, sissy!” he barks at me. I try to nod more firmly as my mouth works against the tightly tied gags, trying to form the word “Yes,” but all that comes out is a muffled, “Yeppphhh.” But he doesn’t stop, slapping me again as I cry out, not sure what he wants from me, desperate to get him to stop slapping me. He glares so deeply into my eyes it stings my soul as he growls, “That’s ‘Yes, Master.’ From now on, you will show me some respect and address me properly as ‘Master.’”
I look up at him through tear-filled eyes, in utter anguish, devastated at the thought of addressing another man as my “Master”, submissively acknowledging his complete dominance over me as if my body is his property and he owns me. I do not respond quickly enough for him as he loses patience, lifting his open right hand again as if he is about to slap me across the face again. I violently flinch as I cry out into my gag, “Yeppphhh, Mappphhter! Yeppphhh, Mapppphter!” as I feel the visceral sting of humiliation in addressing him that way, feeling broken and defeated by his cruel treatment of me but desperate enough that I would do anything to get him to stop slapping me as my cheek already throbs with searing pain. I hear how pathetic my muffled words sound as they echo in my ears as I struggle to plead with him through my gag. I intimately sense the delicate, lacy bra and panties as they cling femininely to my scantily clad body. I point my painted toes as I flinch suddenly, feeling the arched sole of the high heeled strappy sandals against the bare bottoms of my delicate feet, the ankle straps trapping my feet in the sexy shoes, the shoes he wants me to wear for him.
He lets go of my chin, playfully tapping me on the top of my head dismissively as he degradingly taunts me, “See, I knew my stupid little sissy girl can learn. When I get back, we’ll see what else you can learn.” He leans down, gently taking a handful of my hair as he lifts it up to his nose to take a whiff of my feminine scent, inhaling deeply with a smug sense of pleasure, smiling as he adds, “I can’t wait, your mouth is gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, sucking me.” He calmly walks off, leaving me there kneeling bound and gagged as he climbs the basement steps and closes the door behind him.
Once again, I am left alone to suffer in my helplessness, breaking down as I struggle to pass the time. Almost immediately, my knees start to cry out for relief as they ache in agony from my body constantly weighing down on them, the hard surface of the concrete basement floor unrelentingly pressing up against them. I squirm and writhe in my bondage, moaning into my gag as I try to alternate my weight from side-to-side on my knees but it becomes quickly unbearable. My only hope for comfort is to sit back onto my heels to lessen the pressure on my knees but as I start to lean back, I abruptly catch myself, forcing myself to kneel back up straight as I wince from the pain in my knees as I think, “‘Master’ can be back any moment,” fearing his promised punishment if I sit back or lay down. My heart breaks as I immediately realize what I just called my captor in my own thoughts as if I have actually accepted his subjugation of me. His vicious mind games have their desired effect on me as my own mind betrays me, the most intimate act of dominance possible. I struggle to deal with his mental and physical torment as I am still unable to accept my position as his captive victim.