Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2012 01:08:47 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Sissy Slut Tins - the invite part 3 Bi/TV/Authoritarian

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Now for the conclusion...

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Sissy Slut Tina – the invite Part 3


My body aches. I got in about an hour ago and needed a bath, to ease my
limbs. And, I'd undressed hurriedly as the water poured, already anxious to
be in the warmth and, trying to forget much that had happened. But, that
had proved fruitless; so I'm sitting here, with a whiskey at my side, as I
attempt to put into words my story of desire fulfilled and the pain that
followed, or something like that.

It had all started at the Headmaster had left his study, after I'd dressed
in my pretties, to please him, before he gave me the punishment I'd grown
to crave so, when dressed as Sissy Slut Tina.

He'd left telling me to get a drink if I wanted, adding that I might just
need it. And, boy had he been right...

But, I digress. He'd closed the door and, I'd made across the room to the
drinks cabinet, where I'd poured myself a stiff whiskey, which I'd downed
quickly. I had then poured a second, which I'd been drinking slowly, when
the door opened once more and, Pak the young Thai who I'd met earlier
walked in, giggling.

She had put her hand to her mouth, as if to stifle the giggles, as she
looked me up and down, "Uncles gone and left you with me. And, I've been
told that for two hour, you're mine, to play with... Do you understand,
Sissy?"

And, although I'd known I'd pay for it later, I'd finished that second
whiskey.

In response, she had tut-tut tutted, then crossed her skinny arms and
scolded me, "Now you know that you will pay, for being a bad sissy, don't
you?"

To that I had set the glass down and, nodded, "Yes Mistress Pak, I
understand."

And, she'd smiled that smile that I grew to think of as quite evil, as the
teen had told me, "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over, to
me... worship me."

Now there I was, dressed in an apricot coloured knee-length slip, with the
most delicate edging and narrow shoulder straps, with thigh-high black
self-support hose and, lipstick to complete the Sissy slut Tina slutty, yet
submissive look.

And there she was, a vision of innocence, a young doe-eyed Thai teen, with
her hair in bunches, in a long tee-shirt and, as I soon found out, nothing
else.

I'd stared; I know I had stared. But she had been lovely to look at.

"You're taking too long," she'd begun, then reached to her side and from
somewhere, the young teen had produced a bullwhip; and with a flick of her
wrist, a flash of pain tore into my back, then left thigh, leaving painful
vivid red marks on my flesh.

Needless to say, that is when I got down on my hands and knees, crying out,
"Please Mistress no more, I'll be good!"

She had dropped the whip to the floor then stood with her legs akimbo, her
hand on her bony hips: "I'll do what I want, when I want. Uncles said
so. So shut up crying, or next I'll begin to cut you."

Now, it was later, much later, that I learned that Pak had been told not to
mark me in such as fashion that it would not heal. But at that moment, I
hadn't known it. At that moment I'd been terrified.

There I was, a Sissy Painslut, wanting to be punished. And, I'd found the
person who wanted to punish me. Well, punish the wimpy male, who liked to
dress-up, for her Aunt Mai, who fucked him so well, that is.

I'd looked to the carpet, the crawled toward my Mistress, still snivelling.

Then, as I reached her feet, I was told, "Lick my toes." I had.

I had leant down and begun kissing each toe, then begun to suckle each in
turn, until finally she said, "Stop!"

I has ceased my ministrations, then felt her hand in my her, as she
gathered a handful and she pulled me, so that I had been looking upward, as
with her free hand, she held the hem of her tee-shirt, which she slowly
inched upward.

"I don't have a cock, to fuck you with like my Aunty Mai, but I have
this..." She had told me in that sing-song voice, revealing her hairless
spilt peach, with the neatest folds of flesh one might imagine: "Now use
your tongue Sissy, show me what you can do! Worship me!" She had said,
voice getting louder, "Worship your Mistress!"

And, I'd licked, upward, parting her moist sex, with my tongue, anxious to
please my young Mistress and, not feel that whip again. It had been almost
too much, for me.

So I had licked with abandon, avidly using every technique to please a
woman at my disposal. Yet, my Mistress was not easily pleased.

"That's not bad," she had snapped, "but you can do better, much better."

Pak, `Mistress Pak' had pushed me down, to the carpet, then with her face a
mask of hate, she had begun kicking me; thankfully she'd been barefoot.

But she hadn't stopped, she had kicked again and again, so I'd rolled into
a foetal ball.

I was there to satisfy Tina's growing need for humiliation and pain: and,
I'd found it, with young Mistress Pak, who continued her assault on me
without mercy for that two hours. Finally, the door to the office had
opened and, there stood The Headmaster.

"Your time's up..." He had told me, as I lay bound at the wrists and
ankles; then gagged, with my own panties, the neck of the whiskey bottle
inserted deep inside my ass-pussy.

I had turned my head to look at me, conscious of the fact that I was still
hard and dribbling precum between my thighs.

"Well, someone's enjoyed themselves..." He said with a smile, which turned
to a scowl as he turned his gaze to his niece, sitting on his seat behind
the desk and, sucking a lollipop, quite naked.

"You do realize your Aunt's not going to be best pleased, with you?" He had
asked Pak, crossing his arms and looking sternly at the young teen.

She'd removed the lollipop, the whined, "Well, you did say I could..."

"You stupid little girl," the fellow snapped, "Your Aunt likes this Sissy
Slut and, if it's hurt, she'll be upset with me..."

That's when the girl had brought on the waterworks.

But, that hadn't worked. The headmaster had strode passed me, towards his
desk. He had walked round the side, then grasped Pak by her right earlobe
and dragged her from his chair.

The big man had pushed the teen to the floor and, she'd looked up
surprised.

"Now," He'd snapped angrily, "Untie the Sissy, while you use your mouth..."

And even now as I write this, I find it difficult to explain just how good
it had felt to lie there, as Pak had removed my bonds, her mouth full of my
hard flesh.

Even so, I do hope Mai is in, the next time I call...