Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2016 19:40:26 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: TS/Young Friends "Danielle The Pleasure Sissy" Like all of my stories, this is fiction and fantasy. Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As always, I welcome comments: pinkpumps1@excite.com and I respond to all emails. Danielle The Pleasure Sissy By Pink Pumps Chapter 1 My formal training as a "pleasure sissy" started when I was around five years old – as best as I can remember – under the loving guidance of my Mistress Mommy. She said my beauty was far to valuable to waste as a boy. Mistress Mommy doesn't have the equipment to be a "pleasure sissy," if you catch my drift. But she WAS a "pleasure girl" for many years, and also began her training at age five. Mistress Mommy knows the ropes very well. I sucked cocks during my first year of training, and I was eight when I was fucked for the first time. I'm 14 now, and I believe I have pleasured around 200 different men over the years. Almost all come back for more, despite my very high price tag. If I could go back and change anything in my life, I wouldn't change a single second of it. That's how happy I am. The story I want to tell you about now took place when I was 10. Here goes ... Even at my very young age, I'm an expert in the art of giving sexual pleasure to men. Mistress Mommy says there are many men who want a girl like me, and they're willing to pay for it. I believe her because I love her, and she loves me. Sometimes I am an overnight gift to one of her many gentlemen friends; sometimes she auctions me off; sometimes she rents me out to parties; sometimes she sends me out on dates; sometimes I perform for her friends with a "rent-a-dick," as she calls the men she hires for the occasions. Well, I guess you get the picture of what I am. I love every bit of it. Training begins promptly at 9 a.m. every day. I am required to be naked at home – which is very pleasant – and in the high heels Mistress Mommy has chosen for the day. After I put them on, I present myself to her, and Mistress Mommy ties bows in my long, dark brown hair and around my tiny, circumcised peepee. My thingy is only two inch long and as thin as a pencil when erect. Mistress Mommy says it's so cute and pink! It's ALWAYS at attention for my gift wrapping. Mistress Mommy says some little girls like me are embarrassed when their bare peeny is hard and they're in front of people, especially men. Not me – I love it. Every day, she does my makeup, paints my nails, applies perfume, and inserts a buttplug. Sometimes the buttplug is small; other times I'm stretched to the limit. Mistress Mommy wants me to be "versatile" and to "embrace the variety." Whatever that means. But I do soooo enjoy buttplugs! Away from home, I can be anything and everything from a Catholic schoolgirl; to a French maid; to Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz ... or actually anything I'm hired to be. I wear heels and bows no matter what, and sometimes Mistress Mommy adds garterbelts and stockings. I don't own a pair of panties – not even a g-string – and, as I said, I love the way men look me when my peepee is stiff and on display. I've become so skilled at walking in heels I can easily handle five-inch, come-fuck-me stilettos. Today I have on all red – five-inch patent-leather pumps, with matching bows in my hair and on my peeny. I'm also wearing shoulder-brushing silver earrings and a diamond drop. I'm called by many names as situations dictate, but I like "Danielle" the most. "Danielle" is what Mistress Mommy calls me. I'm tutored – Mistress Mommy doesn't neglect my education – by Master Daddy. This is important, she says, because I will have my own pleasure-sissy or pleasure-girl service one day, and will need to know about "business." Of course, Master Daddy is not my real Daddy, but I'm happy to call him that and fulfill his desires. He arrives in the afternoon, shortly after Mistress Mommy's morning training session ends and we have lunch. I meet Master Daddy at the door, drop immediately to my knees, unzip his trousers, and suck his cock until he orgasms. Sometimes he allows me a break, and he fucks my pootie as Mistress Mommy watches. I don't know anyone my age, but that's okay – the men I'm with are so kind and caring. They're more than enough to make me happy. Mistress Mommy calls them "clients," but many of them prefer that I call them "Daddy." Just like Master Daddy, right? Chapter 2 My Mistress Mommy has me "booked" today with four gentlemen who are going to take me to a cabin in the woods. I don't know the men, but I'm not scared to go with them – Mistress Mommy would NEVER let me go out with men who would hurt me. Besides, most all of them come back for more, so why would I be in danger? The bell rang, I opened the door and greeted one of the day's callers. He was very handsome, and we smiled at each other. "I'm honored to be at your service today, sir," I said, and curtseyed as Mistress Mommy has trained me to do. "I do sooooo hope you will be pleased by my company." "I'm sure we will, Danielle," he said as he savored my naked body, my heels, my bows, my jewelry, and erect thingy. "You are very beautiful and sexy." All the men tell me that, so Mistress Mommy was right about not wasting my beauty. She's always right. Mistress Mommy appeared and the man handed her a thick brown envelope. I guess "business" was in it? She accepted and offered my caller a valise. "There are several of Danielle's most popular costumes, lingerie and three pairs of heels inside," she says. But the man politely declined, saying, "That won't be necessary. She's already perfect." I actually blushed! My peeny tingled, and I curtseyed again in appreciation. I could feel my pooper muscles tighten uncontrollably but pleasantly around my buttplug. Mistress Mommy kissed me and told me to be at my best, but she knows I'm ALWAYS at my VERY best. "Shall we go?" the gentleman caller asked. I curtseyed and answered yes. He took me by the hand and lead me to a van. My heels click-clacked and the sound echoed seductively, but I didn't bother to cover up because we live in a cul de sac in a quiet neighborhood. If anyone should see me, I would be happy to suck and fuck them for their silence. I had with me a small red-leather purse that contained makeup, hairbrush, toothbrush and paste, mouthwash, perfume, tampons and Anal Eze. I expected to need the lube, as I would be entertaining FOUR men. I hoped they all had nice cocks. I'd taken 10 inches before, but I prefer six to eight. I don't understand this, but Mistress Mommy says I have "nerve endings" around my "sphincter" and in my pooper that are more sensitive when a man without a huge log fucks me. A cock bigger than eight inches stretches me too far for my liking, but my liking is not at all important. What IS important is that I'm still able to please its owner. I was placed on the lap of one of the men and I invited him to touch me as he saw fit. The first thing he did was kiss me. I love to be kissed with a lot of tongue. Then he fondled and pinched my tiny, pink nipples and they hardened into diamonds. I'm flat-chested, of course, but Mistress Mommy says that's just one of the things that makes me so desirable. She says that as I age, I will take "the hormones" to give me boobies and wider hips. I don't know what "the hormones" are, but I want boobies and hips! Mistress Mommy says, though, that my bootie cheeks are already plump like a little girl's should be. She also says my legs are long and gorgeous! Heels make them look even longer. My skin is soft, milky-white and flawless. Mistress Mommy says it's because I have "good genes," but that's something else I don't understand. She says I will some day, and I always believe Mistress Mommy. I could feel my future lover's cock hardening, and I wiggled and ground my bare ass into his bulge. "Would you like for me to get off your lap and suck your cock, sir?" I asked. "I would love that," he said. "But I want to save my cum for when we get to the cabin." I was then passed to a second man, and the cycle repeated itself. By the time the third man got his hands on me, I was squeaking and squealing, and a dry orgasm flowed over me. My peeny deflated, but the ribbon stayed put. As we drove on, the men chatted and I remained silent. That's my place, after all; I was there only for their pleasure. I love it so. Then one of the men noticed I was covered in chill bumps and shivering. Although I would never complain or ask for a favor, he gently wrapped me in a thick, warm comforter that was in the back of the van. I sighed audibly because I felt so safe and secure. And erect. "Thank you, sir," I said. When we reached the cabin, I shucked off the comforter and I was carried inside like a new bride. Once I was on my feet again, I curtseyed and asked how I could be of service. A fire crackled in the living-room fireplace and I felt so warm and alive! The men had very visible bulges, so I felt sooooo desirable, too! So wanted! These are the times Mistress Mommy has trained me for. "Danielle," said one of the gentlemen, "would you please have some champagne, then dance for us?" "Of course," I said. "But first, please relax. I'm trained to mix cocktails. What is your pleasure?" I took their orders and expertly filled them at a wet bar. Their eyes never left my naked body. My peeny was tingling and my pootie tightened around the buttplug as they watched me. After I delivered the drinks, I was passed from lap to lap again, felt up, kissed ... and I downed THREE glasses of champagne! "Would you like for me to dance now?" I asked, very buzzed and extra warm. They told me that they would. So I stood, curtseyed, and began to sway my hips while running my hands through my luxurious hair and down over my flat chest. I turned, flung my hair forward, and bent at the waist. Because Mistress Mommy has trained me so well, I can place my palms on the floor while keeping my legs straight, even in five-inch heels. As I was bent, I moved my naked ass slowly up and down like I do when I'm being fucked. Some people say that's "twerking." But "twerking" is so much faster and less sensual, don't you think? And I don't like that word. Neither does Mistress Mommy. She says I'm a lady and ladies don't "twerk." Ladies suck and fuck, but don't "twerk." Ever. Then I stopped and spread my asscheeks, exposing my buttplug. I turned to face the gentlemen and said, "Please, sirs, would you take your cocks out while I continue to dance?" They did, and I began to sway my hips again. I smiled and blew kisses; bent to show the buttplug again; pinched my nipples and offered them to the men. Finally, one of the men said, "I can't stand it anymore. I have to fuck her." "Here, or in the bedroom?" I asked, and curtseyed. "Whatever you choose, I look forward to giving you pleasure, sir. I will enjoy having your big cock in my tight hole. I hope you will allow me to properly suck it before you penetrate me." I'd done this before, as you can see. He choose alone with me in the bedroom, but I knew the four of them would allow me to suck and fuck them all at once. Mistress Mommy calls that a "gangbang." I love them. Chapter 3 The man picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. Mistress Mommy says some men have "fantasies," and they're another thing I don't fully understand yet. But Mistress Mommy says to "fulfill them" by doing anything the men ask for. I guess fucking a very young bride is a "fantasy?" I sat on the bed with my legs spread – exposing my stiff peeny and bow – but my high-heeled feet were on the floor. I asked the man if he would please undress for me so I could see him naked; I wanted to see his beautiful hard cock again. Undressed, he stood between my spread legs, presented his circumcised man meat to me, and I took it into my hand. I stroked it, then licked up and down the shaft, paying close attention to his cockhead and peehole. Then I reached around him, grasped his asscheeks, and pulled him into my mouth as deeply as I could. His cock hit the back of my throat, but I didn't gag. My training has prepared me for that. He moaned and pumped his cock in and out as I savored his precum. I felt him start to squirm, an orgasm approaching, so I quickly took my mouth off his cock and said, "Sir, while I would love to taste your sweet cum as it flows into my tummy, I believe you will enjoy filling up my hole with it even more." I laid back and spread my legs. He positioned his cock to enter me, and I placed my calves on his shoulders. I like being fucked in any position that pleases my lover, but my favorite is on my back. Mistress Mommy calls this the "missionary position." I don't know why, but I don't question Mistress Mommy, as you know. In this position, I can see my high heels pointed to the ceiling, and I know I've opened myself up completely. I reached back and removed the buttplug. It made a sweet "pop" as the widest part cleared my tight pink hole. My pucker closed and winked. "If it pleases you, sir," I said, "slam your cock into me as hard as you can. I can take it. Please fuck your little girl hard, Daddy." The man had not asked me to call him "Daddy," but I knew men love it, and I didn't think I was taking a risk. Mistress Mommy says I have "good impulses." He DID ram his cock into me hard – balls deep – and I met his trust by lifting my ass off the bed and slamming back against it. As we got into a rhythm, I squealed, "Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck me soooo hard! Squirt your cum in me and make me pregnant!" He continued to moan, letting me know I was doing and saying the right things. "Please cum for me, Daddy," I said. "Fill your little girl with your love juice! Make me pregnant, Daddy! I want to have your baby!" Saying that made me orgasm. Then I felt his spasms begin, and I knew I was only seconds away from being filled with warm cum. I had my second orgasm. My pooper muscles squeezed his cock even harder and he exploded. He continued to move in and out of me until he was drained, and his cock popped out of my hole. We rested for a moment, then I got off the bed and curtseyed, allowing his cum to dribble down my legs. I knew he saw it, and I hoped it would please him. "Thank you, sir, for filling me up," I said. "Please allow me five minutes until my next lover takes me." As the bedroom door closed, I rushed to the toilet and pooped out as much of his cum as I could. I wanted to be as clean as possible for my next fuck. When I get home, I thought, I will ask Mistress Mommy to buy me some scented douche so I can always be sweet and fresh. She would, I knew, and would compliment me again on my "good impulses." I wanted to brush my hair and teeth, but my purse was out in the living room, and I couldn't ask one of the men to bring it to me. I'm not here to ask for favors, as you know. I'm here to serve. Mistress Mommy has trained me to be submissive and satisfy my lovers. I enjoy that very much. Chapter 4 I had just finished sucking and fucking the fourth man, and I knew the "gangbang" was coming. I was soooo excited! But I'd been fucked HARD by four men and I needed to refresh – although I had evacuated after each man came – and recharge. I retrieved my purse, went back into the bathroom, removed my heels and bows, and stepped into a hot shower. Even as much as I looked forward to servicing four cocks at ounce, I stood in the shower awhile, relaxing until my skin turned pink. Besides, the men needed to reload, too, and I wanted all the cum they could pump into me! I turned the shower off, stepped out and found a stack of thick, fluffy towels waiting for me. They had been silently left by one of the men. How sweet! I patted myself dry, brushed my hair and teeth, used mouthwash, reapplied my makeup and perfume ... and, OF COURSE, my heels and bows! I walked into the living room and I saw the men had remained naked, but were not fully erect yet. I looked forward to taking care of that. I've been so well trained by Mistress Mommy I remembered each man's cocktail order, and I mixed them fresh drinks. I also poured myself another glass of champagne. We retired to couches and I was handed off from lap to lap. I was kissed, touched, fondled, and my hole fingered as we enjoyed our drinks. The heat from the fire and the mens' hands felt sooooo good on my bare skin! Then I noticed the men were starting to harden, so I got to my knees and moved from cock to cock, sucking. "Please, sirs," I said. "May I service all of your cocks at once?" I was swept off my feet again and carried into the bedroom. I was laid on my back across the bed so that my head dangled off. I opened my mouth and accepted one of the hard cocks. Two of the men were at my sides, so I took a cock in each hand as they sucked my nipples. I didn't have to wonder long where the fourth man was – I felt my bow being untied and I felt a warm mouth on my peepee. Having my thingy sucked is not a common occurrence for me, and Mistress Mommy has explained the differences in "bottoms" and "tops." I don't think I will ever be a "top." I don't think my peepee will ever be big enough to stay inside a man. I would try, of course, if asked, but I don't think that's my calling. So in my mind, the man had his mouth on my clitty. I usually squeak and squeal when I orgasm, but now I was screaming they were so intense! I lost count of how many I had. The men moved around my little body, swapping places over and over. Then I felt the bow being tied back onto my stiff peeny. I flipped over onto my back, arched, and offered my hole to whoever got to it first. I felt a cock enter me, and I welcomed it by pushing back. Another man presented his cock to me and I began to suck. Again the men moved around me, taking turns in my mouth and hole. I could feel the current cock in my hole begin to spasm, then I felt the warm cum explosion. I tightened and relaxed my pooper muscles to milk out as much of his cum as I could. Another cock entered my stretched pooper, and I took a new one in my mouth. A second cock erupted into my hiney-hole, and a third, then a fourth. Afterward, I licked each cock clean. Final Chapter I was carried into the bathroom where the men removed my heels and bows. One started a hot shower for me, then stepped in along side me. He started to lather me up, but I stopped him and took the shower gel. It was my duty to wash each of them, not the other way around. I even patted them dry with the thick towels. After I was done, I gently tapped each on the ass and shooed them out into the living room to dress. My shooing them was a little forward of me, but I knew they liked it. "Good impulses?" I got back in the shower and stood under the hot jets until I relaxed so much I thought my knees would buckle. After all the champagne and multiple fuckings, I was EXHAUSTED. It was then that I realized each man had fucked me TWICE! My little pooty was pounded EIGHT TIMES that day! I did all I could to keep my hair dry, but it was hopeless. And it was sticky with cum, so I had to shampoo it. When I got out, I patted myself dry and towel-dried my hair as best I could. I had an idea of what to do with my damp hair, though. I sat on the toilet and pooped out as much cum as I could, then inserted a tampon. I knew I would be riding home on laps and the last thing I wanted was to be leaking. I reapplied makeup and perfume, then brushed my teeth. The bright idea for my hair was to use the ribbons to create long, cute pigtails, and it was next to impossible to tell my hair was damp when I was done. I played with my peepee until it was stiff – it didn't take long – then retied the bow and stepped into my heels. I looked in the mirror and admitted to myself that I'm a true creampuff! The men were standing as I reentered the living room, and they wrapped me in their arms, kissed and fingered me. Believe it or not, I could see new bulges in their pants, so I sucked their cocks again. That means I had caused a DOZEN orgasms that day! "I hope I have satisfied your needs, sirs," I said, as I licked the last drop of cum off the fourth man's cock and tummy. They actually applauded! Like the gentlemen they are, they carried me to the van and bundled me in the comforter again. Oh, well, I guess the tampon was wasted effort, but its soft dampness from the thick cum soothed my sore hole. It wasn't long before I was sound asleep in the arms of one of them. The next thing I knew, I was being handed off to Mistress Mommy. The last thing I heard before I dropped off to sleep again was, "When can we have her again?" I didn't hear Mistress Mommy's response, but I knew I had made her very proud. Making Mistress Mommy proud is the most important thing in my life. If I do, the rest takes care of itself.