Latex Sissy: Welcomed

I hummed to myself walking home from work, feeling lighter in my life than ever before. The past six weeks, each time agreeing to become a sissy doll for this mysterious group, chipping away at so many worries I had previously held onto. I kept my nails longer than usual, covered in some pretty light pink polish I had found. I kept my eyelashes a bit curled, darkened and more prominent. And I kept my clothes far more femme than before, no longer afraid to let Rory seep into my other aspects of life.

My clit ached constantly, always aware of it as I went about my day. But the feeling was now a companion, not one I simply waited to chase away, or work towards, but simply an aspect of my life now. Cumming and releases were simply out of my control, happily submitting wherever the letter delivered me to. I knew I'd be taken care of as their toy, that my health and its balance was something they took seriously, despite that tiny voice inside of me that desperately wished I could just be whisked away, kept as their doll at all times.

But life is life. We all have bills to pay, friends to see, and joys to experience. I knew that being that side of myself full-time would eventually wear me out, a fantasy and nothing more. Which made those moments where I got to experience it all the more exciting, diving into them head first, so eager to be a good girl.

As I walked into my apartment, my eyes lit up seeing a wooden box placed on my table, a familiar envelope sitting on top. Eagerly, I opened it to read the letter.

Hello, Rory

We'd like you to continue to be patient for your final choice. When we feel you're ready, it will be offered to you.

In the meantime, however, we have some requests to ensure your cage is safe, clean, and secure. In this box you will find a hood, cuffs, and a camera. You will put on the cuffs first, clicking them completely shut so they lock in place. Then, set up the camera so it can capture you on your knees. We will be able to see you've followed our instructions to the letter, and after our visit you will place it back in the box.

Finally, you will secure the hood over your face, kneel in place, and connect your wrists behind you. Someone will be with you shortly, so be patient, comply with their requests, and be a good girl.

Patience, Rory, you're doing so well being our sissy.

I giggled, blushing reading the letter as I placed it down, slowly opening the box. It contained exactly what they suggested, stripping down to follow the requests asked of me. The cuffs seemed weird, clicking shut with what appeared to be no keyhole. I went about setting up the camera, placing it in front of the box so it could easily see me kneeling on the pillow I had gotten from my couch.

I picked up the hood, whimpering as I saw it had a built-in gag, sliding into my mouth, the tiny 'cock' about eight cm in length. I smoothed the latex over my eyes, shifting it until I felt it snugly resting against me, my whines and moans muffled even further. Breathing through my nose, I knelt in place and brought my wrists together behind my back, squealing in excitement as they snapped together, somehow magnetised remotely, knowing someone was watching through that camera.

My clit ached with excitement, that loss of control always driving me insane since I had been found by them. I knelt in place, re-reading what I could remember from the letter in my mind, one word repeating again and again...

Patience.

It had never been my strong suit, always eagerly jumping into experience, certainly an attribute getting me into much trouble throughout my life. But I sank into the pulsing sensation between my legs, the eagerness I felt in my clit, falling further into my submissive persona. Breathing deeply through my nose, I waited with as much patience as I could muster.

Hearing the door to my apartment open, I whined and blushed under the hood, completely exposed to whoever just walked in. A hand rested on my hood, bringing me to rest against their crotch, patting me gently as I moaned softly against them.

"Hello, Rory. You're being such a good girl for us, sweetie." I regonised the voice, knowing it from other times I had served, bent down slowly to rest at their feet. A plug was slowly inserted in my ass, moaning loudly as I felt it rest against my g-spot, before my cuffs were released, connected once more as I was sat into a chair, legs and wrists now pulled back, my legs spread wide to expose my little clit.

A gloved hand rubbed my cage, forcing a satisfying moan out of me as I felt straps wrapping around my body to further bind me to the chair. Slowly, I felt my cage released, sliding off me as I shook, remembering what had happened the last time I had been in this position, and what had been asked of me. Whimpering, I didn't know if I'd find the same strength if asked to deny my own orgasm once more.

But for now, the mysterious strangers said nothing, simply rubbing oil over my cock as it was stroked, melting my mind as I whimpered into the gag, other hands rubbing my body, pinching my nipples, and holding my head back against them. I couldn't move, even my legs were completely trapped, stuck in place as I was edged and toyed with.

The occasional slap landed on my balls to force whines out of my mouth, chasing away any chance of an orgasm that had been building up. Giving me a release didn't seem to be on their agenda, rubbed and teased over and over as I moaned, whimpered, and softly begged. By the time I felt the hand leave my cock, it throbbed aggressively with the need to cum, to burst, to spill weeks of denial desperately into the air.

But I just heard chuckles surround me, a gentle kiss placed on my latex cheek. I listened as a constant stream of tiny whimpers left my lips, flexing my cock in the hope that someone would play with it. A hand did return to grasp my erection, but it ran water and soap across my cock, no longer interested in stroking it.

A razor went up and down, smoothing my skin methodically, the sensations still feeling amazing to my broken, confused mess of a mind. Dried off, I felt a buzz as they ran a small laser over my cock, reducing the hair that would return, leaving me bare and smooth to be returned to the cage. None of my captors seemed to be in a rush, however, talking and laughing around me as my cock twitched in the air, waiting for my erection to cease all on its own.

My balls aching, I whimpered as my cock deflated, feeling that tiny cage slide right back onto me. The strips of fabric that made removal all but impossible, working my cock into the perfect position so I could pee, I felt the cage return to that comfortable resting place I was now so used to. My clit was offered a few, gentle pats as my body quivered with energy, now aching from the edging.

The straps were removed from my body, leaving only the cuffs on my wrists and the hood. I felt multiple lips kiss my cheek, promising to return in a few weeks to repeat the process, closing the door behind them. After several minutes, my wrists were freed remotely, instantly moving to rub my poor clit, aching desperately as it throbbed between my legs.

Once more out from under their control, I removed the hood and cuffs, letting out a frustrated sigh as I collected all of the items to place in the box provided. Placing it underneath my bed, I knew that there was a significant chance I'd be asked to don them once more, the thought of being so easily controlled in my own home somehow even more intoxicating to me.

I spent the rest of the night in a daze, before finally heading to bed, my clit still aching from being teased so thoroughly. I humped the air in frustration, the plug still inside my ass, humping and pressing against it with the slim hope it would make me cum, knowing that would not be happening until they allowed it.

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The next two weeks were excruciating, each day that need within myself seeming to multiply exponentially. Sitting at work, out with friends, even casually strolling through the supermarket... it was always there. I constantly felt my clit, aching as it whined in the cage, my poor balls desperately needing some form of release. I didn't care if they unlocked me anymore, just left as a little fucktoy, cumming my heart out on someone's cock.

But I really, really, really needed to cum...

I arrived home to another letter, once again outlining how I should be presented. My clit throbbed, desperately hoping it would finally be given a release, my mind slowly going insane from the denial. Stripping down, I slid some cute pink nylons up my legs, stockings that connected to a matching garter. Slipping into my favourite pair of heels, sparkly and solid pink, I finished getting ready by attaching the cuffs and hood as I had weeks before, feeling them click behind me, someone already watching through that camera.

For what felt like an hour I waited, finally hearing my door open as I whined into the gag underneath the hood, hands immediately falling upon my body. They playfully snapped at the straps on my legs, running along the nylons as I moaned, clit leaking from finally being played with.

A hand closed around my throat, gently holding me as I whimpered, feeling them press their lips right to my ear. "My dear Rory. Is someone excited to see us?" I whined, nodding eagerly as a hand slowly made its way down my chest, finally cupping my clit as I shook with anticipation. "Mmmmmm, excited indeed. Look at the mess you're making, tsk tsk." My eyes rolled back into my head underneath the hood, feeling I'd cum into their hand then and there.

But the mysterious feminine voice simply offered my clit a firm spank, before I was led to a chair, ankles pinned above my head. I felt my body quiver as fingers slid into my ass, stretching and rubbing until my little hole swallowed around the plug offered to it. I moaned constantly, testing my binds as they carefully removed my cage, cock springing forth with a little over a month of denial trapped behind it.

A gloved hand gripped my cock, slowly spreading oil or lube up and down my shaft, unable to tell in the darkness of my hood. I felt my head pulled back, pinned against someone else as I whined, their hands gently caressing my face. Tying rope around my cock and balls, they were left taut, hard, straining, and eager beyond anything I had ever felt before. I felt it throb with each beat of my excited heart in their hand, feeling as if any moment could be my long awaited release.

But my tormentors were not amateurs. They weren't new to controlling sissies, as was evident from my meetings with them, knowing exactly how they worked, what they needed, and the means needed to control them. As I sat on the edge of my most desperate release, screaming in frustration through my gag, only a single gloved finger slid up and down the backside of my shaft, not daring to touch my head.

I wanted to feel their grip once more, wanted to explode all over myself, cumming fountains of cum into the air. But the finger persisted, slowly moving, slowly edging, leaving tears staining my hidden face. All the while they shushed my concerns, my whimpers, and my protests, always offering Good Girl over and over, comforting hands resting and rubbing my body. I knew deep down they wouldn't let me cum, yet I clung to that glimmer of hope for dear life, aching with the slim possibility they did.

An hour later, covered in sweat all over my body, the hand disappeared, slowly removing the rope on my cock. I felt it twitch against my body, refusing to go soft, demanding they give me the orgasm I had dreamt about for weeks. But all I received were more pats, more kisses, and more rubs over my chest and legs. I cried as my erection finally relented, once more small and soft, the razor and creams finally sliding along my cock.

My clit was once more safely locked, throbbing against the cage immediately, cold from the ice required to keep it in line. That familiar feminine voice leaned in to whisper once more, feeling their lips on my temporary skin.

"Just a bit more patience, Rory. You have shown so much promise, and you are nearly ready. Be a good girl for us, just this little while longer." I whimpered, barely able to breathe as I nodded, feeling them kiss me gently on the lips. Soon the door closed behind them, left once more alone in my apartment, stuck in the chair until the cuffs finally released me, sitting there as I tried to gain the courage to move.

Slowly taking off the hood, I stared down at my poor clit, once more pink and impossibly small. I rubbed my swollen balls, whimpering softly as I remembered my erection, how close I had been to cumming hard, to finally releasing all this pent up energy. I sat there in defeat for the remainder of the night, knowing they could see me through the camera, my mind unable to formulate anything other than rubbing my poor clit in disbelief.

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I lost track of the days after their second visit of torment, all of them blending into one another. Several nights I tried fucking myself on my dildo, bouncing up and down on the floor. But they had broken me, permeated my mind with those amazing nights, needing the control they offered, unable to cum on my own. I growled in frustration, my ass pulsing around the plug I chose to wear each night, hanging onto the hope it would make me cum.

But six weeks after being under their control, begging them not to let me cum out of my cage, begging them to make me theirs, I had not cum a single time. My clit leaked almost constantly now, panties a sticky mess every time I got home. Each step I felt it, the physical representation of my denial, pulsing away angrily between my legs. I felt like I was constantly in a fog, floating through the day, unable to focus on anything but the denial seemingly seeping out of me.

Walking through the door, I was greeted by yet another note, my legs shaking as I approached it. I didn't know if I could take any more of this, feeling another night of being trapped in that chair would simply break me. With shaking fingers, I opened the envelope.

Hello, Rory

We are so proud of you over these last few weeks, watching you through your denial was imperative to see if you could be the sissy we need you to be.

As we said the last time you submitted to us, this choice is your final one. After this, you will simply belong to us, our doll to play with.

We wish for you to join our little, kinky circle, Rory. No longer teased, shown the fringes, left in the metaphorical and literal dark. From here on out, should you choose to accept our final invitation, you will fully and completely be... one of us.

Tomorrow you will come to the address provided, and we dearly hope to see you. If not, well, we shall assume you've used the attached item with this letter.

Choose wisely, sissy.

I barely made it through the letter, the attached item as mentioned being the key to my chastity, gently falling into my palm. I felt the letter fall from my hand to the floor, almost in shock as I stared at the tiny piece of metal, able to end weeks of suffering, my clit already throbbing to offer my answer for me.

I sank to my knees, slowly picking up the letter once more, re-reading it in my left hand, key in my right. My eyes moved back and forth between the two, torn between to different directions in my life, the weight of being denied for so long making the decision that much more difficult. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as I knelt there, trying to find some clarity and ignore the aching little clit poisoning my decision making process.

Placing both items on the table, I tried my best to ignore them as I made dinner, constantly shooting sideways glances in their direction. They remained in my view as I watched some shows, as I scrolled through my computer, and finally as I slipped into bed. My hand rested on my eager, aching clit, whimpering as I felt it in the cage housing it off and on for three months.

With one twist of that key I could end it, could give myself the best erection and orgasm of my entire life, could fulfill the one desire that had eaten at me for days, a series of endless nights and mornings struggling as I strained hard against the pink prison...

But the next day I strolled into the building I was directed to, finding a similar looking display of lights and a table, a single pink hood placed on top of it. With all the resolve I had left, I placed the letter and key to the side, taking off all my clothes, slipping the hood over my face. The mouth was left open, with the eyes seemingly having a separate blindfold attached to them weirdly. Fitting it in place, my body shaking with a nervous energy, I knelt down on the small pad, palms facing upwards as I rested my hands on my thighs.

Breathing steadily, I heard motion around me as people packed up the area, feeling a presence standing before me. A single, firm, and long kiss was planted on my forehead, forcing a tiny whimper out of me as I stayed still, that single gentle display of dominating affection soothing any worries I had with my decision.

"Oh Rory, you've made us so happy, choosing to be our sissy." They knelt down in front of me, a hand cupping and holding onto my aching clit as I whined. "I promise, my dear, we will change your life for the better." I whimpered once more, nodding as they patted my cheek, feeling a penis gag slowly slide down my throat, moaning around it as I felt it buckled around my head, connected to the hood similar to the blindfold I assumed.

Strong hands bent me over, arms guided behind my back, held in place as I moaned, feeling a plug slide into my ass. Helped back to my feet, I was moved to step into a box, always the same in how they moved me, kneeling in place as I felt my body squish. Bars slid between my arms stretched behind me, keeping them off my body, another just behind my thighs. Ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and a collar, all keeping me securely and snugly in place, moaning as I felt a final rub on my clit.

With ease I was lifted up, the box placed in the back of a vehicle, most likely some form of van. I knelt patiently, no other options available to me, the subtle bumps from the road seeming to send vibrations through my eager and desperate body. I had made my choice, had given up any control to them, knowing that orgasm which had literally been in my hand was out of reach, at the whim and mercy of my new owners...

For an hour we drove, clit aching as I squeezed and pulsed my ass around the plug invading me, shifting slightly in my kneeling cage. I sighed with relief as the van finally slowed down, pulling off a bumpy road to a much smoother surface, hearing the back open up behind me. Once more I was lifted, a cool gust of wind sending shivers through my body quickly before I was whisked inside to a much warmer environment.

After a few clicks and keys used, I groaned happily as I was able to stretch, shaking off my tired muscles from being in such a scrunched position. My body was wiped down, hands gripping and teasing me as I whimpered to whoever would listen, endlessly whispering good girl as I patiently stood for them.

Slowly, latex slid up my legs, moaning as I hadn't felt that tight, welcomed feeling in so long. My clit twitched as the second skin perfectly formed to my body, feeling an end to them confusingly, until I realised they were stockings. HOT! I stepped into the rest of my outfit, feeling it constrict, some form of corset giving me even more shape. Straps connected to my stockings, given very little time to run my latex gloved hands over my body before they were trapped behind me in an armbinder.

My feet were slid into some heels, feeling strap after strap adorning my legs to keep them in place. I was left to walk, getting used to the height as I clicked my new heels off the floor, stone by the sound of it, each step making me giggle with excitement. I felt my clit throbbing from being a Doll once more, although I was curious why I wasn't more encased like in the past, my outfit far different than I remember.

A casual hand stopped me from bumping into a wall, turning me around every so often, until I was collected once more, a posture collar locked around my neck to keep me staring straight ahead. Feeling the tug of a leash, I whimpered as I followed diligently, walking towards the fate I had agreed to. I heard the familiar murmur of a crowd, forced to kneel as a firm hand rested on my shoulder, held in place.

"Friends, as some of you have surmised, Rory has formally agreed to join our little circle." Cheers erupted around me, blushing hard underneath the hood as I squirmed, the praise going straight to my clit. I felt the gag being removed from my mouth, gasping in relief as I stretched my jaw, a hand forcing me to blindly stare upwards.

"Point of no return, my dear," a voice whispered in my ear, lips pressed to my hood.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

I didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yes," I whispered, "it is all that I want and more." The voice hummed with pleasure, offering me a kiss on the cheek. I whimpered being raised to my feet, arms freed from bondage to be strapped down on a table, the skin above my clit wiped down and cleaned.

Feeling the first prick of a needle, I gasped in shock as everyone around me cheered, feeling supportive hands on my body. Another prick, and another, before I realised what was being done to me.

I'm getting a tattoo...

Instantly my clit throbbed hard against my cage, quivering with excitement at being marked as theirs. Right above my clit, I could easily hide it in some panties, knowing this group wouldn't expose my daily life. Yet, being able to see it on my skin, knowing just like my clit it was there by their command, unable to remove it... the thought alone nearly made me cum!

I whimpered as I lay there, waiting patiently for them to finish, the gun being turned off as I sighed, feeling something cover over the new tattoo. Let off the table, they returned my arms to the armbinder, being paraded through the crowd into wandering hands. I blushed, moaning softly at each touch, still feeling the sting above my clit, so eager to see what was there.

Once more I found myself kneeling, ankles locked into some device, the end of my armbinder clipped to it as well. I felt a presence behind me, pulling me tight to their body as I whined, my desperation peaking from the evening. The buckles on either side of my blindfold were loosened, gasping in shock as I felt it slowly fall away from my face.

"Welcome, Rory. You belong to us, now."

I blinked in the dim light of the room, a deep red in most of the furniture and curtains. I would almost look like a normal lounge area, other than the hooks and ropes adorning so many of the walls. Latex faces greeted me warmly, each a unique design and colour, all staring down at me with recognition. A kind, larger man stepped forward, leaning down to pull my head back, kissing me softly on the lips.

"Welcome, Sissy Rory." He smiled, leaving me breathless as he moved away, another woman taking his place.

"Welcome, Sissy Rory." She kissed my cheek, winking at me as she moved out of view.

Over and over, person after person walked up to greet me, each one welcoming me with a kiss. Some were short, or on the cheek and forehead. Some were long, lingering with a dripping passion that made my clit pulse happily. Some were aggressive, biting my lip before trailing away. But all of them said the same, beautiful greeting.

Welcome, Sissy Rory.

I was in a daze by the time the final person personally greeted me, unable to even count how many people were in this little circle as it had been described. A pair of hands reached from behind me, opening my mouth to place a ring gag inside, forcing moan after moan out of my excited body. Another kiss was left on my cheek, leaving me in place as I stared eagerly at the first person walking over to allow me the pleasure of serving them.

With a smile down at me, they slid their cock deep into my mouth, my eyes rolling as I felt the warm shaft slide along my tongue. I couldn't move, whimpering as he fucked my mouth at his own pace, hands gripping my hooded head for support. Apparently not the only one excited for the night to begin, he quickly groaned, cumming hard in my mouth as I felt it swirl and coat all over me. I left my tongue for him to wipe the remnants of his orgasm onto, before swallowing as I stared right up at him, ensuring he saw how grateful I was to be of service.

Another cock quickly replaced his, barely having time to catch my breath, my clit leaking beneath me. Several cocks and pussies drained themselves on my face or down my throat, until I was left an aching, eager, desperate mess of a sissy, my pleading moans to cum making several people laugh and chuckle around me. Freed from my knees, I happily groaned as the gag was removed from my mouth, sore from being forced open for so long.

I felt my armbinder clipped to a rope, slowly pulled up to the ceiling, forcing me to bend. A spreader bar kept my legs apart, stuck in the center of the room as I whimpered, shaking with excitement. A hand gripped my collar, pulling me close to growl in my ear.

"You've earned this, my dear, show us how eager you are to be our sissy." I recognised that voice, knew she was one of the ones who had edged me over the past month, one of the ones who routinely dressed me for events, unable to take my eyes off the big cock strapped to her latex pants.

Hungry eyes fixated on my body as she walked around me, plug removed with little effort. Slowly, carefully, and delicately, she slid her large cock into my ass, listening as I nearly cried with relief. Fucking yourself with a dildo didn't even come close to comparing to being fucked. Feeling those hands on your body, the power behind each thrust, knowing it was someone else with a need to use and fuck your eager, little hole.

I screamed, instantly feeling that orgasm slam to the surface, demanding to be released. My mind didn't remember words, completely blank from being fucked, moaning incoherently as that big cock slid out of my ass faster and faster. She slapped my ass hard, growling behind me as her pace quickened, fucking me as hard as she could. Unable to speak, unable to hold on after so many weeks of denial and edging, I felt my mind shatter as I finally came.

My clit erupted, jets of cum leaking and spurting from my cage. I cried, tears in my eyes as my orgasm was ripped out of me, my g-spot pummeled by her cock. My legs quivered, threatening to buckle as I rode out my release, that sensation never ending, seeming to endlessly cum over and over. As I felt her slow down behind me, a faint cheer reached my ears, drowning out everything else but the orgasm I had dreamt about coursing through my body.

The mysterious woman returned to kiss my cheek, staring deep into my eyes as I mumbled my thanks, barely able to form words from what she had done to me. She smirked, an excited glint in her eyes, calling me a good girl, promising that every drop of cum would be fucked out of me by the end of the night. I whined in excitement, her words instantly proven as another cock slid inside of my ass.

I greedily came on that cock too, my ass gripping around it as I pulsed through yet another orgasm, my clit a dripping mess at this point. This cock real, I heard them groan, cumming into the condom hard as I stayed motionless, stuck in place as I was used. They pulled out, only to be replaced by yet another, offering me a gentle pat on the head as I whimpered into the crowd.

Some time later I felt myself freed from bondage, lying against someone on the couch as they rested my head in their lap. My ass sore, my mouth spent, I moaned happily as I cuddled, their hands gently patting my head. Others came over to pat me, run hands over my sore body in appreciation, simply melting from all the attention.

I sat up after a while to drink some water offered to me, munching on some nearby snacks. Cuddling against the large man who had been taking care of me, I observed the little gathering more closely, the first time I had been able to do so. So many people, some sissies like me, most just casually chatting with one another, with a select few fucking for the amusement of the crowd.

"It all seems so... normal" I said, surprised by the scene before me.

"What were you expecting, sweetie?" he asked as I stared up at him, leaning on his chest.

"A cult, I guess..." I giggled, hearing his booming laughter almost echo off the walls. He leant down, his hood a dark green with black trim, kissing my forehead after calling me a silly sissy. I blushed, offering another giggle as I asked him more questions, my confidence growing as I regained more energy. He patiently answered each one, my eyes growing wider with excitement the more I learned about this wonderful group of people I now belonged to.

I shifted against him, feeling his cock grow beneath me. Giggling, I lowered my latex gloved hand to grasp his growing shaft, hearing a deep moan coming from his big frame.

"No, sweetie. You're tired, and have already been of enough use tonight." He stared down concerned, but I didn't relent, stroking softly as I stared up at him.

"But I want to..." I said, my eyes sparkling as I shifted in his lap, sitting with a leg on either side of him, feeling his cock rub between my asscheeks. "Please?"

He groaned, swiftly losing that argument, nodding as I used some lube to gently slide myself down onto his cock. Hands on his belly to support myself, I whimpered as I was stretched, definitely still sore from before, but my eagerness outweighed the pain as I moaned, leaning down to offer him my lips, which he eagerly accepted.

Moaning into his mouth, I slid up and down on his cock, in control for the first time since that fateful day of being turned into their latex sissy, their doll, their toy. I watched him tense, I watched him groan, and finally I watched him cum, gripping me tightly through his orgasm, feeling it drip down my legs around his cock. He kissed me deeply, slowly fucking my ass afterwards, pushing his cum as deep as it would go.

"You are going to fit right in, Sissy Rory. Such a good girl." I giggled, watching him fall back with a smile on his face, eyes closed as I slowly slid off his cock. Letting him rest, knowing my ass now definitely needed a break, I strolled around in my heels, meeting new people, offering to get drinks, using my mouth to help wherever I could. Everyone had the biggest smile on their face, other than two subs who had it hidden behind their hoods, the atmosphere electric.

Towards the end of the night I was found once more by the mysterious woman, never offering me her name. She informed me that I'd be staying at the large house for the night, returned home in the morning. I grinned, falling into the hug she offered, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. Leaving my latex on, she pulled me into bed, once more putting my mouth to work as I happily kissed and licked her pussy, listening to those beautiful moans fill the big room.

Lying in her arms, I drifted off to sleep, my spent clit still pulsing happily between my legs. I desperately hoped it would never be six weeks between them using me ever again, my place in life solidified. Listening to her softly snoring, I snuck a peek at the tattoo above my clit, a tiny whimper escaping my lips as I saw what had been written permanently on my skin. Cursive, the pink ink almost seeming to sparkle in the low light of the room.

Sissy Rory

As if it would be anything else, I thought to myself, a big smile spread across my face. I snuggled in further against the host, her arms instinctively wrapping tighter around me as I drifted off to sleep, a warmth of contention spreading through my body, the likes of which I had never experienced before.