DOMINATION TRIPTYCH

 

1.  SHARON SHAFTS CISSY:

 

We'd been living together for just a few months. Sharon had a high-paying job in our local government, while I was out of work. I got in the habit of doing the cooking and, dressed en femme, I did all the housework as well.

 

One afternoon she called me to ask what we were having for dinner. She mentioned that I should ask Cissy to come over for dinner that night. This was our code for me dressing up. Most days I changed back to drab before she got home, but here she was actually suggesting I serve dinner and eat dinner in drag. I was very happy.

 

To add a little spice to the initial effect, when Sharon came in the door I was at the kitchen counter wearing black lace trimmed panties, black stockings, black stilettoes, and the frilliest apron you've ever seen...and nothing else.

 

Sharon took one look at me and started laughing. Not that sensuous Mistress-type laugh that conveys contempt in a cruel, calculating manner designed to make you know you're a worm. No, this was just

the innocent laughter of a woman who couldn't believe what a total ass her boyfriend was making of himself. This laugh cared nothing of my pathetic need for humiliation in that ritualized way we subs are hoping for. This was just belly-busting, My-God-what-a dick! laughter.

 

It was the most profound humiliation I could have ever been made to feel and I loved her for it.

 

Then she pulled her Ms. Stern act together and said, "Anyone who looks as stupid as you has to be punished. Bend over and drop your panties."

 

She smacked my ass with a wooden spoon a few times, then she went in the freezer for fresh ice cubes to put in her drink. Next thing I knew, my panties were pulled up and I had a handful of ice cubes stuck down the front of them. It was UNBELIEVABLY cold!!!! Within less than a minute I

was convinced my dick was going to crack off like an icicle.

 

But Sharon wasn't finished yet. Bent over and suffering as I was, I lost track of what Sharon was doing. Suddenly, the back of my panties got pulled down a little and something hard and cold pushed at my anus. She said, "Let it in or I'll get something bigger."

 

I let it in.

 

It was long and hard and cold and I couldn't believe the sensation of it being pushed in and out of my asshole. Then Sharon shoved it in as far as it would go, pulled up my panties, then grabbed the waistband and yanked up, giving me a major wedgie. No doubt about it. Whatever she'd shoved up my ass was going to stay for awhile.

 

She told me to stand up and turn around. When I did, she slapped me across the face a few times, not super hard, just hard enough to make it really sting. She laughed at me some more then said, "Finish the dinner and bring me another drink." With that, she went into the dining room and sat down like she was the Lady of the Manor. She sat there watching me cook.

 

As soon as I turned to the kitchen counter, I saw what had been shoved up my ass. There was a package of frozen hotdogs newly opened by the fridge. One was missing from the package.

 

Sharon watched me figure it out and then started laughing again, this time just belly laughing at my look of humiliation. "Put those back in the freezer, Cissy," she said.

 

After about ten minutes she had me bend over again and she replaced the thawing dog in my ass with a fresh, still-frozen one from the package. This one had a little frost crusted on it, she showed me.

The frost made it a little more painful going in.

 

I completed the dinner and served Sharon, but I was made to eat from the dirty cat dish which was placed on the floor at her feet. Periodically, through the evening, she'd replace the thawing hot dog from my ass, putting in another solid frozen log of beef.

 

Then I noticed that Sharon was putting the removed dogs in a Baggie she was keeping in the refrigerator meat compartment.

 

"What are you doing?" I blurted out. "Those are no good now. They've been up my ass. You can't eat those." I immediately felt like a one inch dick, because she knew that. She was the one who'd shoved them up there. Duh!!

 

"I'm not going to eat them," she said. "You are. There's seven hotdogs there. That's your lunch for the next week. Bon appetite!"

 

 

2.  CISSY SERVICES SHARON'S SWORD:

 

One day Sharon came home with a vibrator.  I watched as she took it from the box and began fiddling with it.  Although it was fairly long - perhaps 7-8" - it was very thin.  I asked her why she got one so "small" as most women go for a really big one.

 

She patted me on the head (I was on my knees before her like a good sissy slave) and said there were two reasons.

 

"First, this isn't for me, it's for you and where it's going, there may not be enough room for anything bigger.  Yet."

 

I gulped.

 

"And second, considering that pathetic little baby sardine you're packing between your legs, I didn't want to make you feel too jealous and inadequate.  As it was, I took the smallest they had and the store owner said  he was glad to get rid of it.  It had been there for ages and no one ever even looked at it before."

 

Well, that made me feel like a hopeless fool.  I asked her when she intended to try it out.  She said, "Tonight, right after my bitch boy gets himself done up in his faggot drag and makes my dinner."

 

I needed no further urging.  I showered and shaved quickly, put on lingerie, including my favorite black slip with the pleated sheer ruffled hem, did my make-up, put on seamed stockings and black fuck-me pumps (something Sharon noticed and pointed out as very appropriate), then finally slipped into a black satin knee-length skirt, a pale yellow chiffon ruffled blouse, and my auburn wig which I held back from my face with a black and yellow silk scarf headband style.

 

Sharon complimented me sarcastically on my appearance and sat at the dining room table watching me as I prepared dinner with a frilly apron covering my outfit. 

 

We drank most of a bottle of red wine with our steaks.  At one point, Sharon started giggling.

 

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

 

"Oh, just thinking of how you're going to look when you get your next helping of beef, later on."

 

After dinner, we went into the living room and began cuddling and kissing.  I serviced Sharon orally for an hour or so as she watched her favorite sitcoms, then she announced it was time for me to get the fucking I deserved.  I was so nervous and excited, but I also had to pee really bad. I asked if I could go to the bathroom before we started.  Sharon thought for a minute, then said no.  She made me spread a large black garbage bag on the floor and another on the ottoman then she had me cover the ottoman further with an old towel.  Then she made me get on my knees in front of the ottoman and bend over it.  She tied my hands behind my back with a scarf then tied another over my eyes.  She gently lifted the hems of my skirt and my slip, teasing me about what a faggot sissy I was.  She lubed up one of her fingers with some moisturizing cream and gently started poking it into my ass.  I realized at that moment how glad I was that she bites her nails nearly down to the knuckle.

 

After loosening me up with first one and then two fingers, Sharon brought the vibrator around to my mouth and told me to suck it.  I gave that rubber cock the blowjob of a lifetime while Sharon shoved it deeper and deeper, laughing and verbally abusing me the whole time.  She made fun of my tiny cock, called me a faggot whore, and told me that once I got good enough at sucking and taking it up the ass, she was going to make me turn tricks to earn extra money.  All this verbal humiliation had my poor preemie pecker aching with desire.  Finally, she brought the vibrator around to my ass and slowly began shoving it in.  It was exquisite!!!

 

I'd had a few various objects inserted in my ass before, but this was the largest and the most realistically shaped.  I could actually feel when the head had entered and the shaft began to pass through into my ass.  She shoved it all the way in and slowly drew it almost all the way out. She kept that up for a while, then gradually began fucking me faster with it and when she had reached a vigorous enough tempo, she turned on the switch and that little shaft of pleasure started throbbing and twitching inside me.  I was going crazy, trying to rub my erection against the ottoman.  Sharon watched my frantic humping and laughed her head off.

 

Finally, she reached around and, in so few strokes it amazed the both of us, she brought me off in a shattering orgasm.  She caught my cum on her hand and brought it around to my mouth.

 

"Lick it up, faggot," she said.

 

And just then, the doorbell rang. 

 

Sharon laughed and said, "Oh, I'll bet that's Maria. She said she might stop by to borrow that tape." Sharon quickly wiped my cum off on my face and I heard her hurry to the door.  I was petrified!  I couldn't believe she was going to let Maria come in and see me this way - dressed in drag, blindfolded and tied up on my knees with a vibrator humming away up my ass.  I heard some conversation, then I heard the door close.  Then I heard a high pitched gasp and laughter.  Oh my God!  It was Maria! I was so terrified my bladder let go and my now shrunken member performed its other function.

 

I peed all over myself!

 

I just knew it was Maria, my wife's friend!  The voice sounded nothing like Sharon's.  I was trembling now in fear and shock, when I heard Sharon start laughing.  She pulled off my blindfold and said, "You big sissy. It's just us.  I thought you knew you could trust me."

 

"I do trust you, my Goddess, it's just that..."

 

"Yes, I know, you're such a sap you fell for my joke - hook, line and sinker. God, look at you, you pissed yourself.  What a pathetic piece of shit you are. Well, as punishment for not trusting me, you're going to scrub the toilet bowl with a toothbrush and that vibrator stays where it is until you finish. Now lick up this mess, then get your ass into the bathroom, faggot!"

 

I licked up the little puddle of urine on the garbage bag as quickly as I could, then scurried in as fast as my knees could carry me.  Sharon was sitting on the bowl, peeing.  She stood up, but made no move to flush.  She chose my toothbrush, saying, "This is getting old anyway.  But if you disappoint me again, you'll keep it for your teeth even after you scrub the toilet with it."

 

I turned a bit and offered up my bound hands to her.

 

"What's this ?" she asked.

 

"Aren't you going to untie me?"

 

"What for?"

 

"So I can scrub the toilet."

 

"Who said anything about using your hands?" she laughingly demanded and with that, she shoved the handle of the toothbrush in my mouth.  Then she sat down on the edge of the tub and, grabbing the handle of the vibrator to begin fucking me with it while I worked, she said, "Now this ought to be interesting, And remember, if you drop it in there, you get it out yourself!"

 

I dropped it twice.

 

 

3.     CISSY PISSES OFF SHARON; SHARON PISSES ON CISSY:

 

It was my own fault, I know. 

 

I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.  Bad enough for Sharon to catch me jerking off!  But to be wearing her best party dress while I was doing it?  That was a mortal sin!

 

It was such a pretty dress, too, black chiffon with a design of red roses, long sheer sleeves and a skirt that ended in layers with a handkerchief hem.  I felt so feminine in it and, after swishing around the house for a few minutes, I headed to the bedroom .  I laid down, pulled the dress up above my waist and started rubbing my cock through my pink satin panties.  Suddenly, there was Sharon.  Really, really mad.  Livid, in fact.

 

She made me take off the dress right away.  Then she made me bend over the living room ottoman with my panties down around my knees, while she took a leather belt to my poor trembling ass.  I lost count of how many times she hit me.

 

But that wasn’t enough for Sharon. 

 

She decided that I really had to suffer.  She felt that my wearing the dress was bad enough, but the disrespect implicit in my breaking the rules was worse and I had to pay a stiff price for that.

 

She decided that my punishment would occur one week from that night, but that I would be forced to endure smaller punishments leading up to that night.  Her first “little” punishment consisted of me scrubbing the kitchen floor while dressed in drag.  I protested that there wasn’t very much sexual humiliation in that punishment.

 

“No shit,” she said.  “This isn’t about you getting your pathetically tiny little rocks off.  This is punishment.  You’re not supposed to enjoy it!”

 

Well, I didn’t.  Nor did I enjoy the next night when she had me clean all the grout in the bathroom with a toothbrush.  Not held in my teeth or anything humiliating, just plain old cleaning, wearing a drab cotton housedress. 

 

It went on like that all week, me doing extra housework every night while Sharon watched television or read.  It was punishment, all right.

 

Finally, the night before my big punishment, we had a party with some friends and neighbors scheduled, so our “other” activities were put on hold and I thought that I had escaped from one night of miserable extra housework.  But Sharon more than made up for that.

 

She did not insist on cleaning up after everyone left, the way she normally does.  She told me that the following evening I would be cleaning up from the party as my punishment and she warned me not to try to do any of it that day.  It was to wait until she got home to supervise me.

 

The following evening, Sharon had me dress in a lacy white slip over a bra and panty combination.  I was allowed hose and heels but nothing else.  No wig, but lots of makeup, made me look particularly ridiculous.

 

First, Sharon had me gather up all the bottles and cans from the party.  The empties were thrown into the recycling bin, but the ones that still had liquid in them were put aside. We found about twenty that ranged from half full to holding little more than a sip.

 

Next, she had me gather all the ashtrays and dump all the ashes and butts into an old coffee can.  I’d never realized how much our friends smoked until I saw that can fill more than halfway.  Then, she had me dust and straighten and so forth until the place looked immaculate.  By that time it was pretty late.

 

“Okay, Cissy,” Sharon said.  “Time for you to get the punishment you deserve.  You are to go outside into the backyard and stand on the patio beneath the spotlight on the chalk circle I’ve drawn under the upstairs bedroom window.”

 

“But, Sharon, what if someone sees me?”

 

“You should have thought of that before you wore my best dress, you little faggot!”

 

I went to the side door and slipped out as unobtrusively as possible.  Fortunately, our neighbors’ homes are pretty far away and mostly obscured behind shrubs and trees. But I still felt vulnerable, especially as I was only in a slip.  I went to the backyard and stood on the spot Sharon had indicated.  I heard a window open.  I looked up and Sharon was directly above me, leaning out of the upstairs bedroom.

 

She put her finger to her lips to shush me, then signalled that I was to stand facing away from the house and to keep my eyes forward and my hands at my side.  I did so.

 

“Now, stay quiet and no one will ever know you’re out there,” she whispered.  “But if you make noise, well...who knows who might look out and see you.”

 

I stood there for a moment or so, when suddenly I felt liquid pouring onto my head.  It splashed down over my shoulders and coated my chest.  It took a second for me to figure out what was happening.  Sharon was emptying out the leftover sodas and beers from upstairs, down on my head!  Within a couple of minutes, I was covered in sticky soda and smelling of stale beer.  I was drenched!  My slip was stained all different colors ands was clinging to my body, my hair was matted and sticky, and I was a total mess!

 

I felt so humiliated!

 

I heard Sharon close the window, but she hadn’t said anything to me about moving, so I stayed where I was. I was terrified that, somewhere, one of my neighbors was watching the whole thing, but I dared not move. Incurring more of Sharon’s wrath would have been a huge mistake, I was sure.  Then the window to the den opened, about a dozen feet to my left.

 

“Come over here,” Sharon said.

 

I walked over and stood in front of her.  She smirked.  “Feel like a dick?” she asked.

 

“Yes, Goddess,” I answered.

 

“Good, because that’s exactly what you are. Now, I want you to come closer to the window, then turn slowly around and around until I tell you to stop.”

 

I did as I was told.  I watched in horror as she held up the coffee can filled with ashes and butts, so that I would know what was coming, then she slowly started to shake the contents out over my head, down the back and front of my slip and all over me.  The stickiness of the soda caused every bit of ash that hit me to stick.  The butts stuck as well.  I was covered!  I smelled awful and felt worse!

 

Sharon couldn’t restrain herself.  She laughed and laughed so loud I had to beg her to quiet down before someone spotted me.

 

“Alright,” she said.  “Now for the final touch.  Sit on the ground with your back against the wall, right under the window.”

 

I did and I heard her manuevering herself above me.  I risked a look up and saw Sharon’s naked ass hanging out the window above me.  She was sitting in the window as though she were cleaning the outside of it.  But she spread her legs a little and suddenly a torrent of steaming liquid poured forth from between her legs and hit me right in the face.  I ducked my head down and was rewarded by getting soaked all over again with her pungent piss.  When the flow finally stopped, I heard her pulling herself back inside and giggling.  She stuck her head out and instructed me to get up. 

 

“Sucks to be you,” she giggled.  “Doesn’t it?”

 

I nodded.  I must have looked a fright!  Sharon couldn’t stop laughing.

 

“Now,” she said.  “That should teach you not to try on my clothes and jerk off without permission, shouldn’t it?”

 

“Yes, Goddess,” I replied miserably.

 

“Do you want to come in?” she asked.

 

“Yes, please, Goddess,” I replied.

 

“Well, we have to get you cleaned up first.  Tell you what.  You wait right there.  I’ll go down to the basement, get a bucket, fill it with water, then I’ll come back and pour it over you.  That should do the trick.”

 

It took her nearly an hour to find the bucket or so she claimed.  First, she took a picture of me standing there in the backyard.  I was terrified the flash was going to attract attention, so right after she went back in to look for the bucket, I hid in the bushes for a while.

 

Finally, she announced she’d found the bucket.  I was told to stand in my original position so she could pour the water down on me from the upstairs bedroom.  It took quite some time to clean me off.  Three buckets full were poured down on me from the second floor before Sharon felt I was clean enough to be allowed back in the house.  Since she had to go to the bathroom on the first floor each time to fill the bucket in the bathtub, it took a long time.

 

When she finally opened the door to allow me back in, she said, “One last thing.”

 

“Yes, Goddess?”

 

“Go back in the yard and look under the overhang by the shed.  You’ll find our video camera set up on the old picnic table.  Bring it in.”

 

She had taped the whole thing!  I couldn’t believe it. When I brought it in, I was sent to hand wash my slip, which was ruined anyway, then called in to watch the tape  There it was, from start to finish, every humiliating second of it, in perfect view thanks to the spotlight.

 

“Now, lay back and bring your Goddess pleasure while I watch this a few more times,” Sharon instructed me.

 

I lay back on the bed and she sat on my face, placing her sex on my mouth.  I pleasured her the rest of the night, listening to her laughter as she watched the tape over and over.

 

“Better be good from now on,” she cautioned me.  “Or I’ll be showing this to my girlfriends at our next party!”

 

THE END