Your Feet

Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

… at my house.

The Tray Holder

November 2012

by Slave N for Miss Angela

 

When the doorbell rang I waited for a signal from Mistress Angela. She slowly finished polishing her last two toenails in fiery burgundy, closed the fingernail polish bottle carefully, and folded her iPad shut putting it on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned back on the cream colored sofa pillows and pulled on the long leather strap that was tied to the collar around my neck. I looked at her dutifully and waited. She tousled her hair, looked at her toenails, and waved in the direction of the door.

I walked to the door making sure I was following Mistress Angela’s training. I was not allowed to wobble on my five inch heels (ten lashes if I did), my seamed stockings had to be perfectly straight (ten lashes for each unruly seam) and I had to make very crisp sounds on the wooden floor as I walked around (twenty lashes if my steps were not clearly audible).

“Who is this?” I asked.

“Ken and Javier.” answered two voices.

I paused for two beats and then opened the door.

“Mistress Angela has been expecting you, please come in.” I said opening the door wider and standing aside.

Two tall men entered. Both were about six feet, in excellent physical shape. The man with the copper skin was clearly Javier. Jet black hair, green eyes and a square jaw, clearly Mistress Angela’s type. Ken, with a hint of Japanese or Korean features and sporting tortoise shell eyeglasses was more of a hippie type, with his brown hair in a ponytail.

“May I take your jackets, gentlemen?” I asked.

They looked at each other, then at Mistress Angela and then burst laughing.

“Angela, c’mon! How do you have the heart to do this?”

Mistress Angela pulled on the long leather strap enough to get it waving, enough to get my attention. I turned to her. She leaned her petite face pensively on her hand.

“Well, this is Nicolette. She used to be Nick once. He was always attracted to strong women. When we met, he gradually realized that deep down he had always craved for a mistress, and that I was who he wanted to serve. Now he wants nothing other than to be my slave.”

Mistress Angela fanned the folds of her flowery dress slowly, deliberately feigning a casual girlishness. The two men looked at her like hungry wolves. I could see their cocks bulging in their tight pants. These fools were oblivious of what they were in for and how demanding my mistress could be.

“Turn around Nicolette,” Mistress Angela commanded, “slowly so that they can appreciate your dedication.”

I carefully made sure that my ponytail buttplug was firmly in place and then I slowly turned around.

“Every day Nicolette wears a wig that I choose for her. I do her makeup myself. She loves extra-long eyelashes and very dramatic lip gloss because she is an utter and complete slut. Then she gets into her French maid corset. She is not allowed to wear a bottom, because at all times, all times, I want to see her horsehair ponytail waving around and I want her cute butt-cheeks to be exposed to my wrath. Besides, I want to enjoy the sight of her cock in the male chastity cage I bought for her. She must wear seamed silk stockings and five inch heels at all times. And she knows the price of unruly seams.”

Mistress Angela paused.

“Isn’t that right, Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered.

“Why is his cock so purple?” asked Javier.

“Because my dear boy, Nicolette knows what is about to transpire here, and she is getting aroused, and that is causing her cock to strain against the chastity cage. In fact Nicolette has not been allowed to pleasure herself for the last five weeks, so pretty much anything will arouse her by now.”

“So this dude is not allowed to jerk off?”

“Of course not, Ken, you silly goose. And by the way, Nicolette is not a ‘dude’ she is a pussy and cock-craving sissy slut. Now, Nicolette has learned the hard way that she can orgasm only when I let her. If she comes without my permission, it’s thirty five lashes.”

“What’s the worst this poor sissy ever got?”

“Ah,” Mistress Angela smiled, slowly taking off her light lavender shirt as she spoke, and letting her perfect breasts come out in their perky fullness, “Nicolette made the mistake of stealing the key to her chastity device and jerk off while I was masturbating in my bed. I caught her peeking through my door, and fifty lashes it was right there and then. She could not sit down for two weeks.”

Mistress Angela cupped her breasts in her hands.

“So do you boys insist on talking about my sissy slave, or are you going to complement me on the bronze glitter I painted my nipples with?”

The two men were waiting for this ever since they had come in. They turned away from me and started crossing the living room to where my mistress was seated, when she stopped them cold.

“Wait!” she said to both, raising a perfectly manicured finger in warning. Both men froze, confused.

“Nicolette!” and she clapped her hands.

“Yes Mistress?”

“Please start the fireplace, and bring us some wine.”

I walked to the fireplace and started it with a flick of a switch.

“Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Are you checking the cocks of my two men?”

“No Mistress… Yes Mistress.”

“Do you like cock Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I see you have learned the value of telling the truth. I like big cocks too. Nothing wrong with that. As long as you remember that these two cocks and all cocks in this house belong to me. Now, fetch us our wine.”

My mistress kept her bottles of wine in a controlled temperature cabinet in the kitchen. I took several bottles of red wine out, put them carefully on an oblong silver tray, added three goblets and several carefully folded napkins to the tray and walked back to the living room making sure that my back was straight and my heels clicked. By now both men had stripped naked. It was amazing how quickly men disrobed for my mistress.

What was even more impressive was the cocks of these two men. Mistress Angela was known for her appetite for well-endowed men, and these two were no exception. Javier’s cock was the color of butter pecan and thick and about nine to ten inches long, but it was Ken who was sporting a massive cock, a creamy bruiser easily eleven inches or longer with a cock-head the size of a peach.

“Wine, gentlemen?” asked Mistress Angela playfully.

As I carefully poured the wine in the elegant goblets Mistress Angela took off her skirt in one smooth motion, revealing her carefully trimmed bush.

“Drink your wine, boys,” she said playfully, “as I prepare myself for you.” And with that she slid one long finger into the folds of her sweetness, gently rubbing herself for all to see.

With her eyes closed Mistress Angela kept masturbating until she started moaning softly. The two men looked at her petite body with its exquisitely feminine lines, her perfect breasts softly shaking as she pushed her fingers deeper and deeper. How could they hold back at the sight of such perfection? Mistress Angela’s alabaster skin reflected the warm flames of the fireplace, her smooth legs and toned arms teasing and inviting, her black hair shimmering in glory. I almost felt bad for these two men, for having to wait this long. But I knew the drill, it was my mistress who was in charge.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“The candle tray!”

“Yes Mistress.”

I walked to Mistress Angela’s bedroom, noticing with immense pride that Javier was sneaking quick looks at my ponytail buttplug. I felt my heart rush, and my cock ache even stronger as it tried to struggle against the fiberglass restraints. Here was Javier with his immense meat, looking at my butt. He was finding me desirable. In a flash I imagined holding all that meat in my hand, stuffing it in my mouth, getting it wet and inserting it into my arsehole. And then the sharp pain of my cock straining against its cage brought me back to reality. It was time for the candle tray.

Mistress Angela’s bedroom, more beautiful and sumptuous than a Sultan’s quarters was where the ceremonial tray sat, the tray I had grown to both love and hate. It was a round copper tray, about forty inches in diameter, which I cleaned and polished every day. On this tray, every day without fail, I placed Mistress Angela’s favorite candles.

My mistress loved her candles, while masturbating, while taking a bath, while reading and while having sex. Mistress Angela believed that the mystical light of fifty or so different candles bathed everything in an erotic chiaroscuro that allowed her deepest desires to float upward and out, and helped her reach sexual peaks known to few women on earth.

I was allowed to carry this tray in one way and one way only: I had to put my arms under it and carry it everywhere like a precious and delicate baby. And so I did. By the time I had entered the living room I could see that Mistress Angela’s thighs were shimmering with her sacred vaginal juices.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Light the candles!”

“Yes Mistress.”

To light the candles I had to use a long box of matches that was by the fireplace. Walking there and back I could be sure beyond doubt that Javier was looking at me.

My back was to the room while lighting to candles when I heard my mistress speak in a bemused tone.

“Javier”

“Yes Angela?”

“Are you checking out my slave? I did not know you liked sissies.”

“Well, er-, you know,” he stuttered.

“Please spit it out Javier! You know I have no time or patience for people who cannot articulate their sexual desires!”

“Well, he, she, whatever, is so hell-bent on looking like a woman that he is far more attractively and sexually dressed than most women. And the way he carries himself, walking like a woman and all, and that nice ass!”

“Yeah,” Ken joined, “I mean a hole is a hole. How about we spit roast her Javier? You fuck her mouth and I fuck her ass? Did you notice how expertly she is making that ponytail wave around suggestively? She is really pissing me off. We need to fuck this sissy dry, to teach this fuckhole a lesson, sashaying those hips around like a dirty slut. If she wants to be a slut then we need to treat her like one.”

“Boys, boys! Enough! You are so horny you are being dumb enough to think that I will let you have my sissy! He is mine! He belongs to me!”

She paused. I knew what was coming now.

“However, you are going to really enjoy what comes next.”

Mistress went quiet and both men, I could tell, tensed with anticipation.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“First, turn the lights off. Then, make sure these gentlemen are hard enough for me. But remember that if you get greedy and make either of them come, you will get one hundred lashes.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I used the remote to turn off the lights. The room was immediately bathed in the light of the candles and the flickering of the fireplace. Mistress Angela could not look any more divine or inviting even if she wanted to.

This was my moment, always, and I relished it. It was up to me, the sissy slut, to start the festivities. I took a few seconds to compose myself. Then I walked towards Javier slowly and deliberately, looking at his eyes. Javier was my first choice because my mouth would not contain Ken without stretching it first. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times I carefully got down on my knees in front of him.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yeah bitch!” yelled Javier as he grabbed my hair.

“Javier!” yelled Mistress Angela.

“Yeah?” he answered sheepishly.

“If you touch my sissy again, you will never get to taste or fuck my mouth or my pussy or my ass ever!”

“OK. OK. Sorry.”

“Now my sissy is going to ask your permission to serve you, and you are going to say, ‘Yes, you may service me sissy!'”.

“OK. OK.”

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Start again!”

I waited two beats as I was trained to do.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yes, you may service me, sissy!”

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

My mistress paused as Javier’s heavy cock was pointing straight at my face. Oh how devious she is, and how well she knows my heart!

“I did not hear you Nicolette.”

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

“Do you promise to do a good job, but not for long enough to make him come?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Hands behind your back.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You have my permission to service Javier’s cock.”

I clasped my hands behind my back and brought my head under Javier’s cock, using my face like a tray, to rest the full length of his cock on my mouth, nose and eyes. His testicles smelled of sandalwood, a delightful smell. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate both testicles and suck on them. His balls were taught and well trimmed, a joy to lick. But I had to control myself, otherwise Javier would come and woe unto me if that happened.

So I let go of his balls but not before giving them a few girly kisses. It was time for more. I started exploring his cock slowly with my lips and tongue, making sure I was maintaining eye contact with him throughout the ritual. Keeping my eyes fixed on his I took his cock-head in my mouth, gave it one or two quick sucks, and let it fall out. His cock was divinely heavy, a piece of meat that spoke of substance and strength. My life, I thought is so good, and with that I stuck my tongue in between Javier’s cock lips, digging it in as deep as possible, making wet sucking sounds.

“Oh oh!” he moaned and when he started thrusting his pelvis forward I immediately stopped. I have serviced enough cocks for Mistress Angela to recognize the signs of a man getting ready to lose himself in an orgasm.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“You little cock-sucking bitch! I think you are enjoying this too much. Meanwhile I’m waiting here for my two cocks.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now take care of the horse-cock over there, before he spooges all over himself.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I turned around, still on my knees, and before I could slide over Ken came over to me. Oh Ken, you beautiful divine Ken. His cock was like a small baby’s arm, cream-colored and fleshy. He too was circumcised, something I preferred for reasons of cleanliness. And clearly he did not share a shower with Javier because his cock smelled of aloe and lime. I locked my eyes into his and waited.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“For your permission Mistress Angela.”

“How smart you have become! I see those welts on your butt are adding IQ points to your brain.”

She paused and I waited.

“Nicolette, you have my permission.”

I waited a single beat, but not a second more.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yes, you may service me sissy!” said Ken looking at me, his eyes flooding with desire, despite himself.

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

“Well yeah, you silly sissy! Just suck him off a bit, so that I can get these two cocks in me already!”

“Yes Mistress.”

I looked at Ken and then at his almost purple cock-head. He already had drops of precum dripping from his cock. If I would touch his cock-head he would burst and then I would be punished dearly. So, as much as I wanted Ken in my mouth, as much as I wanted to stretch my mouth wide enough to contain him, to prove to myself that I was a good sissy, an excellent sissy in fact, one that could handle any size of cock in his mouth, I opted for licking the top of part of his shaft.

“Oh yes,” he groaned as I licked all along his shaft, trying not to get cross-eyed while looking at it. No one likes a cross-eyed sissy.

“Suck me sissy bitch!” Ken yelled, “Open your fucking mouth and suck me! Now!”

I gave his cock-head a quick kiss and immediately pulled back.

“Good timing Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And now Nicolette, you will assume your position as the tray holder.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You may stand up and assume your true duty.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I stood up, straightened my seams, and walked over to the coffee table where the copper tray with the lit candles was resting. I lifted it carefully and then holding my palms up I slid both my arms under it. Then I assumed my position by the right hand of the sofa, my back straight and my legs tightly together.

“Behold boys,” said Mistress Angela, “the tray holder. She will light the room for us while we enjoy ourselves. A true sissy slave, obedient and selfless.”

Mistress Angela paused, then she let out a warm, throaty giggle.

“Boys, it is time for you to fuck me.”

The two men, grunting like animals, leaped on the naked body of my beautiful mistress, my mistress whom I desire more than anything, and mercilessly plunged their huge cocks into her pussy and mouth. It was beyond doubt that these two men would invade every available orifice in Mistress Angela’s body multiple times before the night would be over.

Young men in their mid-twenties are capable of summoning erections as if by magic. The night went on and on and my mistress demanded to be fucked in every opening. I stood straight the whole night, never being allowed to rest, holding the tray of candles as my mistress surrendered herself to a Bacchanal of pleasure.

It was painful and exhilarating to watch Mistress Angela’s petite body handle so much sex, with both giant cocks stretching her pussy and arsehole as far as they would go. I watched her get penetrated deeply and with force in ways that only such magnificently large cocks could. My mistress was tireless, sucking one cock while jerking off another, taking one cock in her arsehole while another pounded her pussy.

At one point Javier was holding her upside down and eating her pussy while she was servicing Ken’s enormous cock. Bathed in the light of the fireplace and the sensuous flickering of the candles, the three beautiful bodies writhed with passion as they sweated, they came and came again and even peed on each other as they let nothing hold them back. And I the tray holder watched them as they freed themselves of all inhibitions and madly celebrated all their desires.

The long night eventually came to a close after both men plundered Mistress Angela’s pussy at the same time and then stretching her anus beyond credulity they shoved both their huge cocks in her tiny arsehole. That was when my mistress surrendered herself completely and her passionate grunts turned into savage growls and screams of passion. Insatiable as she was, her two lovers were equally resilient and kept thrusting their cocks into her like crazed jackhammers.

I had stood fast throughout the night, but the site of two cocks going in and out of my mistress’ arsehole proved to be too much for me and my poor caged cock just erupted, shooting out thick rivulets of five weeks worth of semen. I was lucky that my mistress was surrounded by a sea of animalistic grunts, and busy with these two very fit men who now were slapping her face with their giant cocks. She never heard my quiet whimpering of intense pleasure and relief as my lower body twitched with twisted passion and desire and emptied itself thoroughly and blissfully.

It was almost dawn when the strains on the agility and prowess of both men took its toll and they fell back on the living room carpet, exhausted and covered in sweat, no longer able to sustain their erections any further. In moments they were asleep. My mistress, looking at her two exhausted lovers with part bemusement and part contempt, tried to reach her goblet of wine, but the goblet fell, and all she could do was fall back on the sofa and laugh. Her face, mouth, breasts, stomach and hands and her two warm holes were dripping with semen.

“Nicolette!” she commanded in a hoarse voice, drunk with many bottles of wine and magnificent, exhausting sex.

“Yes Mistress?”

“Go get a sponge and a towel for me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I dutifully brought what my mistress had asked for, and a small wash basin with warm water mixed with peppermint Castile soap. From what I have heard this is a favorite of mistresses around the world.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Here is your prize for not screwing up during tonight – you may lick all the semen that these two virile men left all over my body. And then you may wash me gently.”

“Thank you Mistress, you are kind beyond words.”

“Is that all?”

“I will relish every drop of semen as if it is the tastiest chocolate syrup ever created.”

“Is that all?”

“You deserved every inch of cock these two men provided and every drop of semen they shot. No other woman could ever be worthy of such large, hard and magnificent cocks. I could never please you in this way, and I’m honored to have been in their presence while they pleasured you in such an extreme, beautiful and moving way.”

“Ah, a slutty slave who craves cock but knows her place. Very good. I have trained you well. You know what? You can suck their cocks clean too.”

And with that magnificent permission coming out of her trembling swollen lips, she fell into an exhausted sleep. I gathered the exhausted body of my beloved mistress in my arms, cradling her head and lifting her up carefully, and I laid her on the sofa in a more comfortable position.

This was my moment, my hour, my turn to serve the beautiful body of my precious and powerful mistress. I licked every drop of semen off her body, her pussy and her arsehole and then patted her gently with the wet sponge, making sure not to awaken her in the process.

A mistress awakened against her wishes will be invariably angry and recant the generous offerings she has made before falling asleep. I did not want my mistress to change her mind about the grandest and surprisingly benevolent permission she had given me in weeks, so I worked as if walking on eggshells. When my mistress was clean and semen free I covered her with a large soft white towel and left her to sleep on the couch.

As dawn’s very first rays of gray light peeked through the drapes, I was touched by the exhaustion of those who slept. Aware of the quiet room and the softness of early morning I felt a wave of tranquil contentment flow through me, bathing me clean down to my core. My caged cock spent and my soul at ease I relaxed and let go. I took my heels off, got on my knees and feasted on the giant cocks of Javier and Ken. They were hard no more, but they were covered in an intoxicating combination of the sweat and semen of both men and my mistress’ delicious juices.

First I rubbed their cocks all over my face, relishing their weight and strength, smelling their smells and enjoying the very texture and sweet detail of each cock. Then swallowing hard I took turns to deep throat both men. Javier, now soft, was relatively easier to gobble, but Ken was a tough sell despite the flaccid state of his enormous cock. He proved to be a challenge but ultimately not an insurmountable one.

There is no greater sense of achievement and no sweeter taste than feeling the tip of a big cock at the back of your throat early in the morning. It was while swallowing Ken’s soft monster and stroking Javier’s limp yet heavy cock, that I came again in big, thick, creamy spurts. Even though my mistress was asleep I scooped up my own semen and swallowed it greedily as she had trained me to do. If you are a good sissy, and you serve your mistress, you will have good nights such as these I thought to myself, better and more passionate nights than what most men can ever experience.

I got up, went to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, reapplied my lipstick, and straightened my seamed stockings. Then I pulled my ponytail buttplug out, cleaned it carefully, covered it with a fresh coating of Vaseline and reinserted it firmly into my snug hole.

Like any good sissy slave, once you get used to it you don’t want to let go of that bugger. Not to mention that it always reminds me to stand up straight and swing my hips like a woman, and that’s how I walked back into the living room. There, exhausted and as satisfied as I was allowed to be, I went to sleep at the safest, warmest place in the world, on the small Karastan carpet by the sofa, at Mistress Angela’s feet.

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11/21/12 Breaking News:  Slave N makes the paper!

Read about it in The Sissy News.

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FrankenCock:

A FemDomme Halloween Fantasy

by Angela St. Lawrence

………

“Sissy Igor, is everything ready?”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I double checked all the parameters and systems last night, and have been monitoring the temperature and pH of the tank since early this morning.”

Doctor FrankenDomme moved around the laboratory, scrutinizing monitors, toggling switches, making notes on her clipboard.   Abruptly she turned, looking over the tortoise frame of her glasses, scanning the room.

“Where is Kaitlin? Where is that girl?”

Sissy Igor hesitated, looking at the floor, smoothing the ruffles of his compulsory tutu. He’d known Doctor FrankenDomme would notice sooner or later; it was only a matter of time.  Leave it to that slut, Kaitlin, to screw up on this day of all days.  And now he could feel the Doctor’s eyes on him, demanding a response.

“I … well … er…” he stuttered.  How could he know where little Miss Hot to Trot was? Why was Doctor FrankenDomme taking it out on him?

Just as the Doctor put down her clipboard and started toward him, the door flew open and in danced Kaitlin, brushing her dark hair behind her ears, smiling as she took off her coat and hung it on the wall beside the door.

“Brrr. It’s so cold out there,” she said, leaning over to smooth out her knee socks, then twirling, checking out herself out in the full length mirror beside the door.  The pleats of her red plaid skirt fluttered, showing off her tight creamy thighs.  Sissy Igor knew she did that on purpose.  She knew she looked hot and she knew Doctor FrankenDomme liked looking.

Doctor FrankenDomme was watching Kaitlin intently. Sissy Igor could see the fists she’d stuffed into her lab coat flexing and pushing against the white fabric. He knew she wanted some of that; she might already be getting it. Or maybe Kaitlin was playing it for all it was worth, teasing the hell out of the Doctor, so she could basically get away with murder around here.

Kaitlin looked at Doctor FrankenDomme. “Did I do something wrong,” she cooed sweetly, batting her eyes.

“We’ll deal with that later, Kaitlin. We have more important things on our plate. You do know what day it is, don’t you?” Sissy Igor thought he might be catching a glint in the Doctor’s eye, maybe a little twist of her lips when she spoke. But he wasn’t sure.

“Oh yes I do, Ma’am, and I’m so excited.  What do you need me to do, Doctor FrankenDomme?” Kaitlin gushed.

Sissy Igor couldn’t resist. “There’s nothing left to do, Kaitlin. I did it all. I got everything ready without your help because you are late.”  Silently he added bitch.  He didn’t want a spanking this early in the morning from Doctor FrankenDomme.

“That’s enough.   The both of you.” Doctor FrankenDomme turned and walked over to a series of dials on the far wall. “This is the day we’ve worked toward. It’s here and I expect you to be professional and do your jobs. Get to your stations. Now. Move.”

As Kaitlin scurried past Sissy Igor to take her place at the curtain, she stuck her tongue out at him, and then looked down at his tutu.  “Nice shade of pink,” she sneered, “so masculine.”

Doctor FrankenDomme was once again checking dials as Sissy Igor stepped up to the table with the knife switch.   His heart was beating with such force; he actually looked around to make sure the women couldn’t hear it. This was it! They were finally going to see what Doctor FrankenDomme had kept behind that curtain these last few months, since they’d finally perfected the algorithm for creating the perfect man.

“Is everybody ready,” Doctor FrankenDomme asked.

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said in unison.

“Well, then.”  Doctor FrankenDomme licked her lips. She looked at both of them.  “I guess this is it then.”

Sissy Igor could see through the opening of her lab coat that the Doctor’s breasts were rising and falling at a rapid pace. He was wondering why she was wearing her purple lace camisole under her lab coat, when Doctor FrankenDomme cleared her throat and said, “Kaitlin, pull the curtain. Do it now.”

Just as Sissy Igor whipped his head around (he wasn’t going to miss any of this), Kaitlin squealed, “Yes, Doctor. As you say, Doctor,” and pulled the curtain rope.  There was a swoosh as the curtain opened. And then …

“Oh. My. Fucking …”

The words stopped, but he knew it was Kaitlin speaking. Not that it sounded like Kaitlin. It was as though her vocal cords had been rearranged somehow, corrupting her usually girly, breathless voice (so faux he’d always thought), twisting it into something akin to guttural mewling.

Kaitlin stumbled back, grasping the medical table that had been delivered two days ago, per Doctor FrankenDomme’s orders.  Then, for a few moments, except for the squeak of the table’s wheels as it shifted and rhythmic hiss coming from the tank, the laboratory was eerily silent.

Gradually Sissy Igor became aware of a wheezing sound coming from Kaitlin. He turned to his head to see her hunched over, still staring at the tank – they all were – pressing her hand to her chest, obviously hyperventilating.  He didn’t blame her. If he hadn’t been so well trained by the Doctor, he’d probably be doing the same thing.

“Help her out, Sissy Igor. Grab that chair from the corner and get her a glass of water.”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme,” he managed to say, dragging the chair and pushing Kaitlin down into it.  He rushed to the sink, looking over his back at the tank as he filled a glass.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How did Doctor FrankenDomme do that?  When he finally was pressing the glass to Kaitlin’s lips, he looked at the Doctor. She was smiling, staring at the tank, the edges of her lips curled into a slight smirk.

“This is it. I did it,” she said.

Then she looked at Kaitlin and Sissy Igor. “I did it. Do you see it? I did it.”

Kaitlin had finally caught her breath.  “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, Doctor. It’s so big. It’s so thick, so long.” Her voice still wasn’t back to normal, but now had a shrill, almost whiney quality, trailing off as she stared, muttering, “Big … so big … huge … gigantic …”

Doctor FrankenDomme seemed amused by Kaitlin’s little breakdown. She looked at Sissy Igor and winked. If he wasn’t so overwhelmed by the man in the tank, he would have been stunned, absolutely stunned. The Doctor was always professional and authoritative in the laboratory, even more than when he’d originally submitted to her tutelage and underwent cage and chastity training.  But the man in the tank!  The man in the tank with the …

“Huge balls, aren’t they, Sissy Igor?” Doctor FrankenDomme actually chuckled as she finished what he’d been thinking.  No, she giggled. She giggled like a smitten school girl. She walked over to the tank and put her hand on the glass. “He is beautiful, perfect.”  In the tank, a man floated in a slightly-tinged green gel, muscles perfectly formed, a slight cleft to his chin, a perfect roman nose, dark hair buoyantly trailing around his head like a halo.

But it was his genitalia that set him apart from any man any of them, anybody in the entire world, had ever seen.  Testicles, easily the size of beach balls, bounced off of his thighs pushing out the long, thick prick to the front – so that the head occasionally brushed the glass of the tank.

She turned, suddenly all business again.

“Kaitlin, get yourself together and turn on the heat lamps over the table.  Sissy Igor, get back to the knife switch.  And, Kaitlin, don’t forget the blanket in the warmer.”

Everyone was suddenly busy again, as the moment of actual animation rapidly approached.

Doctor FrankenDomme removed her lab coat, tossing it over the autoclave.  Sissy Igor realized she was wearing her grey, pinstriped pencil skirt and felt himself becoming erect.  This always happens when she wears that skirt he thought as he tugged on his tutu, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  Erections in the laboratory were strictly forbidden.

“Are we ready?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said, as Doctor FrankenDomme consulted her clipboard and adjusted a few dials.

“Okay then.  Sissy Igor, activate the suspension fluid on the count of three:   One. Two. Three.”

Sissy Igor pulled the knife switch.  A low hum began filling the laboratory as the gel in the tank started to churn and froth.  Doctor FrankenDomme adjusted a few dials, carefully observing the tank.  Suddenly the man’s left foot shot out, kicking the glass. Then his right arm twitched.  “This is good,” the Doctor said.  As the three of them watched, the man’s body began became more and more active.  Soon he was thrashing about, his cock swinging from side to side, banging on the glass.

“It’s time. Kaitlin, engage the drain mechanism.”  As Kaitlin pressed a series of buttons on the side of the tank and the gel began draining from the tank, Sissy Igor stole a glance at Doctor FrankenDomme.  Why she was actually teetering on her six inch stilettos, she was trembling so!  He looked back at Kaitlin just as she bent over to release the aerator hinge at the bottom of the tank, the pleats of her little skirt riding up far enough that he could see the crotch of her bright red panties.  Why, that slut is soaking wet he thought to himself.  Like shameless floozies in heat; that’s what they are, the both of them.  And then he furtively reached under his tutu to adjust the panties digging into his swollen testicles and sissy stick.

“That’s it, darling man, open those beautiful eyes,” Doctor FrankenDomme said, as the last of the gel drained out – gurgle, gurgle, gurgle — and the man started blinking.

“Should I open the tank, Doctor?”  Kaitlin was panting so hard, Sissy Igor thought she might start hyperventilating again.

Doctor FrankenDomme quickly stepped forward, smacking Kaitlin’s hand away, just as she was reaching for the lock.  “Don’t you dare.  Bring a blanket.  NOW!  Hurry up.  We need to get him out of this contraption as soon as possible.”

Soon, Kaitlin was back with the blanket.  Sissy Igor could tell it was taking everything she had not to push the Doctor aside and open that tank and grab that man and just jump on him.  But she knew better.  Just like he did.  Okay, maybe his erection wasn’t all about the Doctor’s pencil skirt, after all.  Just maybe.

And then it happened.  Doctor FrankenDomme opened the tank, taking the man by the hand, helping him to step over the rim of the tank’s base, wiping away the chunks of green gel still clinging to his ear, his chest, his pelvis.  And then…   then …

… yes, then, she was ever-so-lovingly and slowly wiping the few chunks – there were just a few and Sissy Igor thought she was being much too concerned and taking a ridiculous amount of time — from his gigantic member.  Sissy Igor wanted to swoon.  Kaitlin, holding the large white blanket up with both hands, just stared — eyes wide, mouth agape.

Doctor FrankenDomme moved her hand up and down that beautiful giant dick and it started to grow, to harden, to thicken and elongate.  “Yes, yes.  That’s it.  It feels good, doesn’t it?  Enjoy it.  Enjoy my touch.”  As his cock continued to swell, she began using two hands.  She needed two hands.  “Put the towel around him, Kaitlin. Hurry, girl.”  Kaitlin rushed around to the other side of the man, sliding the towel over his shoulders, eyes still wide, mouth still agape.  Sissy Igor noticed her fingers lingering on the flesh of his wide shoulders, but he really couldn’t blame her.  He’d cop a feel, himself, if he had half a chance.

The man was beginning to moan, his hips subtly moving.  “Oh, yes, darling, enjoy it.  That feels so good for you.  I know it does.  And just you wait; I have something for you that is going to feel even better.”  Caught up in the moment, thinking about Doctor FrankenDomme’s pussy – because he wasn’t stupid; he knew what felt better than a hand-job — Sissy Igor started moving his hips, but then the Doctor was telling them to help her move this ridiculously hung man to the table and he remembered his place.  Whew, he thought, if she’d have caught me, would have probably meant a week in the cage.

When they finally had the man on the table, his cock, looking like an unruly torpedo, swayed heavily above him as he moaned and writhed.  Sissy Igor wished he could take care of it for the man.  Now that he had a clearer view, now that Doctor FrankenDomme  had her greedy hands off of him for a minute and wasn’t molesting him like some dirty old woman (my goodness, did I really think that about the Doctor?  My beloved Doctor who I cherish and adore?), he could see the meat (crude, but that’s exactly what it was) actually throbbing, purplish-blue veins pulsing like a virtual map up and down the shaft.  Oh he knew he could take care of it.  Maybe that’s what Doctor FrankenDomme meant when she said she had something that would feel even better than her hands.  Why not?  Both his mouth and his ass were prime cock pleasers.  He knew that for sure.  Certainly the Doctor was aware of this; she was the one who’d trained him.  Surely she wouldn’t let Kaitlin, the dirty little whore, have at it, would she?  That slut got more dick in a week that he got in a year.

With great effort – watching that live hunk of needy, hungry man flesh was almost too much to resist — he pulled his eyes away.  He was here, after all, to facilitate Doctor FrankenDomme’s experiment, not to compromise it.  He was a professional!  And perhaps, if he were a good boy, he might get a treat.  A treat from those swollen balls pushing the man’s thighs apart.

He looked up.  He knew then, seeing Doctor FrankenDomme, that there would be no man-treats for him.

She was frantically tugging at her skirt, pulling it up over that round ass he’d worshiped so many times.  He was shocked to see she didn’t have any panties on, that her inner thighs glistened with her arousal, that even though her thighs were together, her clit bulged from between the lips of her pussy like a shiny, deep red grape.

“It’s alive.”

Doctor FrankenDomme grabbed Kaitlin and him, hugging them.

“He’s alive and now I’m going to know what it feels like to be fucked by the biggest cock in the goddamn world.”

Doctor FrankenDomme’s eyes were rolling around, like they weren’t anchored somehow.  She grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, roughly pinching her nipple through the camisole while running her other hand through her hair.  Which explained why her hair looked so uncharacteristically … well, why her hair was one big hot mess.

“Help me up, you two.  Quit staring, Kaitlin, you aren’t getting any of this.  I’m fucking him.  I’m taking all that cock inside of me and you’re not getting any of it.  This is my … this is my … my …

… This is my FrankenCock!  That’s what he is: My FrankenCock.

Do you hear me?  He is my creation.  He is my FrankenCock.

Besides, I have other plans for the two of you.”

Her voice was wild and crazy and loud, so very loud, as she struggled to put her knee up on Sissy Igor’s side of the table.  As the purple garter straps dug into the creamy flesh of Doctor FrankenDomme’s ass, he reached up, grabbing her arm to steady her.  What about all those endless nights I spent perfecting your serums and potions and even that stupid green gel, Sissy Igor thought.  How is this *your* creation?  How did I get left out the equation?   And what ‘other plans’?  What could you possibly mean by that?

As Kaitlin reached up on the other side of the table (finally, you stupid barely-legal pseudo lesbian), Doctor FrankenDomme slowly stood, thighs quivering as she wobbled on her stilettos, attempting to straddle FrankenCock.  But the cock was so long, sticking up so high, the head easily covered Doctor’s bellybutton.  And it was so thick that he couldn’t even see her pussy at all. How in the hell is she going to manage this?  How in the hell did I think I could manage this?  Still, he was rock hard, the head of his mini-weenie threatening to escape the top of his panties.

“Get the ladders out of the storage cubicle.”

Beneath her, FrankenCock was still moving and moaning and now even grunting and growling.  He needs it bad, Sissy Igor thought before realizing Doctor FrankenDomme had pulled her arm away and now had both hands wrapped under and around the head of that magnificent prick.

“Get the ladders. Do it now.”

As Kaitlin and he started for the cubicle, Sissy Igor glanced back.  Doctor FrankenDomme’s knees were bending and flexing, bending and flexing.  Good God!  No wonder FrankenCock was making all that noise and humping.  The doctor was so fucking ravenous for that big fat-ass dick, she was practically rubbing one out on the back of the shaft with her clit.

Soon they were back, opening the ladders, having not spoken a word to each other while they were gone.  What was there to say?  They despised each other and both of them wished they would get a chance, a taste, a feel, even just a tickle of what Doctor FrankenDomme was about to get.  They were jealous of her and jealous of each other.

Once the ladders were set on each side of the table, the Doctor started easing one foot after the other up the rungs.  Finally she was high enough that the head of that cock was resting in between her spread legs, snuggled up right against the lips of her pussy.   Sissy Igor thought she was going to cum right then and there.   She finally pulled herself together, and looked down at them and dragging her lower arm across the bow of her upper lip, wiping away the perspiration that had accumulated there.  Then she spoke.

“Now, I’m about to enjoy the fruits of my labor. In this very laboratory, day after day, week after week, month after month, I’ve worked for this very moment.  I’ve created my own creature, my own FrankenCock and I intend to enjoy this to the very hilt.”

She smiled at her own bad pun, then turned to Sissy Igor and winked at him. Again.  What could this mean? He was so confused, but remained silent, waiting for Doctor FrankenDomme to continue.  He couldn’t help but notice that Doctor FrankenDomme had now slipped her entire clit into the cavernous slit at the tip of FrankenCock’s cock.  She sighed, wiggled a little bit, shuddered, and then continued.

“Oh I’ve had some help.  In fact, I couldn’t have done without that help.”

Kaitlin grinned.  “Thank you, Doctor. Can we do anything else for you?  I mean I could massage his balls for you or something.  Just to help, of course.”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Kaitlin.

“Kaitlin, you’re pretty.  Very pretty.   And you’re sexy as hell.  A pretty, sexy, hot young grad student who can pick and choose who she fucks.”

Kaitlin giggled.  “Thank you, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I can.”

“But, Kaitlin, the problem is you don’t pick and choose.  You’re out every night spreading your legs.  You fuck like a tramp all night long.”

Again, the Doctor swirled her clit around in FrankenCock’s prick slit. Again she sighed.

“But the problem with that, Kaitlin?  The problem is that because you are out fucking all night long, you don’t get any sleep and then you’re late for work.  You’re always and forever late for work.  And then when you finally do get here, you act like an entitled princess.  You play dumb, pretending to not understand a process or experiment.  Simple laboratory procedures that a first year student would know.”

“But Doctor Franken-”

“Shut up.  I’m talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“On the other hand, Sissy Igor is always on time.  He stays late, works weekends.  He never complains and he is happy to be here. He’s not daydreaming about the next guy he’s going to bed.  And I don’t even pay him! ”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Sissy Igor.  “Did you think I didn’t notice?  That I haven’t appreciated how much your devotion and loyalty got us here?  Oh I did, beloved Sissy Igor.”  And much to Sissy Igor’s surprise, the Doctor actually blew him a kiss. And then rubbed her clit around in FrankenCock’s Dick slit again.

“Would you agree that you owe Sissy Igor big time?  Do you concur that I wouldn’t be here with my mega-man FrankenCock, on the verge of getting the ultimate fuck of a lifetime, if it had been left up to you?  Well, Kaitlin?”

“Maybe.”

Kaitlin stared at the floor, no longer enamored with FrankenCock.  She was more concerned now with what Doctor FrankenDomme was leading up to.  Sissy Igor, on the other hand, was feeling pretty good.  It took everything he had not to break out into a big-toothed grin.  But he knew better.  Mistress said his teeth were crooked.  She found it a bit unnerving and preferred he not show them.

“Do you want to keep this job?  This job, that I might remind you, earns your five times the amount any other laboratory would pay you.  And I might also add, they’d most likely fire you within the first month.  Unless, of course, you were boning your supervisor.  So.  Answer me, Kaitlin.  Do you want to keep your job?

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.  I knew you’d see it my way.  So here’s what you’re going to do.  You’re going to go down to the basement with Sissy Igor.  He has a nice, cozy cage there.  I’m sure his cot will be comfortable enough for the two of you.  You are going to give him the fuck of a lifetime.  You’re going to be his little submissive cock slut for the rest of the day.”

Doctor FrankenDomme looked at Sissy Igor.  “Sound good?”

“Yes, Doctor.  It sounds wonderful, Doctor.”

When she turned back to address Kaitlin, he couldn’t help it; he risked one big, crooked-tooth grin in Kaitlin’s direction.  All of a sudden the little sissy was king for a day.  And he was liking this; he was liking this a lot.  Kaitlin glowered at him.  It even made it better.

“What I mean by ‘fuck of a lifetime’ is that you will have any kind of sex Sissy Igor wants.  I don’t care if he wants to cum on your face or fuck your ass.  If he tells you to suck his cock and gag on it, you better do it.  Even though he only has a three incher, you better find a way to gag on it.  Do get where I’m going with this?”

Kaitlin was practically in tears.  “But he’s a sissy, Doctor FrankenDomme.  Pretty girls like me don’t have sex with sissies.”

“You do now.”  The doctor giggled as she once again masturbated her clit in FrankenCock’s slick hole.  Another low moan escaped from her lips.  “Look at it this way:  at least if he fucks you in the ass, it won’t hurt so much.  And if he fucks your pussy, well, you won’t even feel it.  Now get moving.  Now.”

Sheepishly, still a little amazed at how this was turning out, Sissy Igor, walked around the table and took Kaitlin by the arm.  Impulsively, he leaned into her and ran a tongue up her cheek, stopping at her ear to whisper, “The strap-ons that Doctor FrankenDomme uses on me are huge.  I know just which one I’m going to pummel your uptight ass with.”

As they were walking through the door, they heard Doctor FrankenDomme squealing with delight.  Sissy Igor almost peeked.  But decided not to.

Let Doctor FrankenDomme have her fun.  He certainly planned on having his.  As they walked down the hall to the steps, he reached his hand up under Kaitlin’s skirt, pushing two fingers against the still soaking crotch of her panties, shoving the fabric deep inside of her pussy.  My little sissy dick is going to fucking swim in that pussy, he thought.  And I’m going to love every minute of it.