Our routine continued for the rest of the time Amy was away on business. I would ask for money, and Joe would usually unbuckle his pants without a word. I’d give him a blowjob, and he’d give me some cash. I enjoyed it because it was the only time I was allowed to take my bra off.

I channeled my frustration at having my girls locked away into being the biggest thot I could. He didn’t want to see my free swinging titties? Fine. He was gonna see every other inch of my body at every opportunity. And I have to say, I was very proud of my body. Even though I’m technically a boy, no one told that to my very feminine body. I have the same narrow-waisted, hip-py, big-assed, big-breasted, juicy-lipped figure that is so popular on Instagram these days.

Men ogle me constantly, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than teasing them until I’ve got them wrapped around my little finger. This has resulted in many interesting situations, since sometimes their animalistic male libido just overwhelms me, and I find myself doing and saying things that most straight guys wouldn’t.

So I was giving Joe the full court press--booty shorts, low-cut tops, french-cut thong body suits with low-rise jorts. I felt sexy and free, and I could see it affected him. There was no disguising his massive cock when he was soft, much less erect, and I often saw it rise to meet my provocations many times. But unlike so many of my conquests, he never lost control. He would chuckle occasionally when he saw me prancing around the house, and it was common for him to playfully slap my ass or grab me by the hips to move me out of the way if he needed to.

He saw me, and liked what he saw, but the guy just would not break. The whole situation was not going as planned, and I was getting more and more worked up. My plan was to channel my frustration at Joe’s rules into tormenting him with my body, but the only person being tormented was me.

And, truth be told, the regular blow jobs were the only outlet. The way he carried himself - always cool, calm, in control - drove me wild, and his cock was a many-splendored thing. Big and beautiful with a slight upward curve, I had trouble managing it all at first, but after some practice with my dildos, I was able to deepthroat him. Those times when he grabbed my head fucked my throat like a pussy were magical. The world melted away, and we were just two bodies consumed by lust.

I kept thinking he’d want more out of our little arrangement, but he never did, which made only one of us.

Things were relatively stable till the night before Amy came back. I’m not sure why I woke up, but something roused me at about 2 am, and before I went back to sleep I decided to get a glass of water. I sleep naked, so I put on a big t-shirt that was just barely big enough to cover my bottom. Well, maybe not quite big enough. I had a little bit of under bun showing, but no more than when I wore booty shorts.

I walked into the kitchen, and my heart immediately dropped. There was Joe, at the sink drinking a glass of water. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. The moonlight glinted off his perfectly sculpted muscles. He looked like the silhouette of a god.

I immediately folded my arms in front of my hard nipples. My big breasts were swinging free and there was no way to hide it.

“Shit, Joe, I didn’t know you’d be in here,” I said.

Without turning around to look at me, he spoke.

“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

“Well… um, I …”

He turned around.

“Strip.”

I quickly pulled off my shirt. I felt small and vulnerable and instinctively covered my tits and crotch. My hands are small, but they were big enough to cover my little cocklet, which had become instantly erect at seeing Joe.

He walked over to me and grabbed me by the upper arm. His hands were big enough to completely encircle my skinny biceps. He led me to the basement stairs and down to our dark, musty, unfinished basement. I don’t do spiders or mildew, so I never went down there. My heart was thundering in my chest. My brain was swimming in an intoxicating cocktail of fear, shame, and arousal.

He pulled the string to turn the one light on, and I saw some kind of bondage apparatus in the middle of the floor. It was a thing that you’d tie someone to face down that would leave their ass in the air, on full display, legs spread wide. Getting slapped around, tied up, and fucked seemed like a good punishment to me, but that’s not what happened.

“Get up there,” he said.

I obeyed, and he fastened the restraints around my wrists and ankles. It was like nothing much as being bent over the sofa, which is where I desperately wanted to be for Joe, and I eagerly awaited the exquisite torture that only a lethal weapon made of flesh like the one Joe kept in his pants could provide.

But instead, he squatted down by my head and put a ball gag in my mouth, strapping it behind my head. Then he spoke.

“I really don’t ask much,” he said. “You can prance around here with your juicy ass hanging out, you can suck on popsicles and lollipops in front of me, you can bend over at the waist. You can be as big a thot as you want to be. You’re not asked to pay rent or any bills, and you can come and go as you please. I really only have one rule in my house. If you have tits, they stay in a bra. That’s it. That’s all I ask. And you can’t seem to do even that little I expect of you.”

He stood up, turned the light off, and walked up the stairs.

I was now naked and tied up in a very compromising position in the dark. My literal nightmare come to life. I screamed and screamed, to no avail. The gag made it pointless, but I did it anyway. Between the attempts at screaming, the shame, the fear, and the arousal running through it all like a delicious little thread, I wore myself out in a hurry.

I drifted off to sleep and awoke when I heard a car door slam. The basement had no windows and it was completely dark, so I had no idea what time it was, but I figured that must have been Amy coming home. Surely he’d let me out of this thing before she saw me in it, right?

Apparently not, because I stayed in it. Any perception of the passage of time I had disintegrated. I couldn’t hear much that was going on upstairs, but I did hear the sounds of Amy moaning and screaming. I imagined her getting railed over and over again by Joe, his leviathan of a cock splitting her open, taking her to new heights of ecstasy. How good it must feel for her to wrap her legs around his muscular abdomen, her hands clawing at his back as he kissed her neck.

I imagined her holding on to his strong legs as she sucked his cock. I imagined her bend over for him and how good it must have felt to feel his hands on her hips as he pulled her into himself, slamming his hardness into her over and over. As I heard her moan, I imagined her totally lost in his masculinity begging for more, until finally orgasmic thunderbolts shot through her body, making her legs quiver and sending shivers up and down her spine, finally collapsing on the bed, his massive muscular frame collapsing on top of her, then rolling over and using his strong arms to pull her into a tight cuddle.

The whole time I was down there in the dark, tied up and exposed, all I could think about was all the opportunities to please Joe I’d missed. My head was filled with images of dressing up in a maid’s outfit for him, making him breakfast, doing his laundry, putting suntan lotion on him as he laid out by the pool, giving him massages after a long, hard day of work. I imagined getting dolled up for him, wearing makeup and a little black dress and fuck-me pumps.

 I imagined sucking his massive cock while fondling his aching balls, taking every drop of his cum down my slutty throat. I imagined bending over and presenting my ass to him and feeling every vein in his cock as it scraped the inside of my bowels, rubbing my prostate and driving me towards heights of orgasm I could barely imagine.

Trapped in that dank dungeon, my mind was delirious with fantasies. It was all I could think about. But even before this chance to contemplate my bad behavior, I would have said that Joe’s rules were perfectly reasonable. I really did have it very good. All my needs were taken care of, and practically nothing was asked of me.

Sure, I did all the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry, but I was happy to do that stuff. And decorating and playing hostess for parties was just something I had a natural flair for. Amy and Joe had no inclination for that stuff so it was just easier if I did it. Add to it that I had been out of work for a while, and of the three of us, I was the natural choice to play the housewife. I secretly (or perhaps not so secretly) relished my role.

Not only that but the fact that he had rules, was so sexy. I could think of nothing hotter than him completely dominating and controlling me. I guess the spanking he gave me the first time I failed to follow the rules might have had the opposite effect of the one he intended. If I was being honest with myself, in all my flirting and prancing around barely clothed, I was hoping he would get frustrated and put me over his knee and give me a few good, hard swats.

As I wallowed there, strapped to this contraption, various extremities going numb, I started marking the passing of time by Amy’s screams and moans. I was tired but couldn’t sleep for very long. I started getting hungry and thirsty. My heart leapt up in my chest and I felt a flush of hope when the basement light turned and I heard footsteps.

It quickly turned to extreme shame when I realized it was our neighbor, Kathy. She was a nurse and she was carrying an IV with her. She hummed cheerfully and didn’t say a word to me as she found a vein my arm and put the IV needle in it. I felt a rush of cool fluid, and within a few minutes, my thirst was gone. Kathy left without saying a word or even acknowledging me, as if she were watering a plant.

Time dragged on, and despite the hunger gnawing at my stomach, the only thing I could think about eating was Joe’s gorgeous cock. If I could just get my juicy lips around that giant love pole, I would be back in his good graces and all would be right with the world. I drifted off to sleep moaning softly as I imagined bouncing up and down on Joe’s cock.

I woke up to feel someone releasing me from the restraints. After the last one was released, I just sort of stayed there. The light in the basement was on. I looked up and saw Joe sitting naked and sporting a glorious erection in a chair about ten feet away. My brain felt like mush but all I could think about was that cock, it’s all I’d been dreaming about for I didn’t know how many days.

I tried to lift myself off the thing, but I was so weak with exhaustion I just kind of fell off it. I scrambled as quickly as I could over to Joe. The part of my brain screaming for food and rest was a barely audible whisper amidst the scream of lust that was consuming me.

I pulled myself up to his lap from the floor and whimpered and moaned as I started licking his cock. The musky odor sent me into a reverie and I forgot the days of torment and deprivation I’d endured. I slurped and licked it, picking it up and hefting it in my tiny hands. I started sucking on the head like a lollipop, before going back and coating the whole thing with my saliva. My mouth should have been dry from dehydration, but it was gushing drool like a pussy aching for a cock. I put the head back in my mouth and heard Joe groan as he started stroking my hair.

I moved my head down, opening my throat and feeling his cock move past my tonsils as I deepthroated him. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled on it, my moans and whimpers muffled by his tool. I rubbed his taut stomach and chest as I bobbed up and down on him, my lips and throat clamping tightly on his beautiful dick, and as I heard his breath quicken, I started pressing down right above the base of his cock.

His abs tensed and he grunted and held his breath as rope after rope blasted down my throat. He was already halfway to my stomach, and he filled it with his hot seed. My hard little cocklet somehow managed to spray its tiny load as an orgasm rocked my body. My asshole puckered and yearned for a cock in it as he used my face.

He then pulled his rigid, spewing fire hose out of my throat-pussy and sprayed the last few jets all over my face and body. He collapsed back in the chair, and I fell on the floor, half-conscious and disoriented. Feeling had returned to my limbs, and I could feel the cold concrete of the basement floor as I lay there. I didn’t have the strength to move.

I vaguely remember Joe picking me up and carrying me up to bed. I slept for what felt like weeks. When I woke up, a powerful hunger gripped me, but I had enough composure to put on a bra, booty shorts, and a loose-fitting t-shirt before going downstairs to the kitchen. I didn’t know if Joe was home, but I had an honest desire to obey him even when he wasn’t around. That always been true, but I recommitted myself after my most recent punishment.

I walked into the kitchen, and Joe was cooking, which was an unusual sight, to say the least.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said. I smiled uncomfortably. He was usually so aloof, I didn’t know how to handle his friendly tone.

“How long was I asleep?”

“About twenty-four hours,” he said.

“And, um… how long… I mean, um…”

“Three days.”

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was still so scrambled from the experience. It had felt so much longer.

“I hope you know,” Joe said, “that I just want the best for you. I want you to become your best self.”

I nodded.

“Can I make you some breakfast?” he asked. Now I felt really weird.

“You wanna make me breakfast?”

“You need your strength back,” he said.

“My strength, right,” I said, yawning. “Um, yeah I’ll take whatever you’re making.”

“French toast. Don’t get used to it, though. It’s time you went on a diet. After you eat, will discuss some new additions to the rules. But for now, just relax and enjoy your breakfast.”

I was so hungry I barely heard what he said. After I ate my fill, I started to feel more energetic.

We talked about the new rules, and they were going to be tougher than the old one, which was really just one rule: wear a bra. I was going to have to stick to a strict diet and exercise regimen that Joe would oversee. He pointed out that mother nature had blessed me with a great body, but that it wouldn’t stay that way if I didn’t take care of it.

It was hard to argue with that. I also wasn’t allowed to masturbate anymore. That was going to be a doozy. I didn’t say it, but I thought to myself that I would be asking for money a whole more if that were the case.

And on that subject, Joe never gave me any money for my post-release blow job, but I figured a free blow job was the least I could do after I’d been so blatantly disrespectful to Joe by not wearing a bra that night.

I took the new rules in stride and we went on with our lives. It took a few days without cumming for my sexual frustration to build up, and I went and asked Joe for some money. To my surprise, he reached in his wallet and gave me a wad of cash.

“What, just like that?”

“Yeah, why, don’t you need it?”

“Well yeah, I need it so bad you can’t imagine. But I mean, usually I, ya know…” I made the motion with my hand and stuck my tongue in my cheek.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Uhh okay, but umm, don’t you want it?”

“At the moment, I’m not really in the mood, but thanks anyway,” he said. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and left the room. I was gutted. So many confusing thoughts and feelings rushed through me. My disappointment was undeniable. But I was just giving him blow jobs for the money, right? I mean, I’m not gay, right?

I shook it off and told myself it was just a one-time thing. I couldn’t have been more wrong. From that point on, every time I asked him for money, he gave it to me without any expectation. I thought maybe I wasn’t sexy enough, so I started dolling myself up, exposing as much skin as I could. And it worked, sort of. I could tell he was aroused, but he still didn’t want anything. After a couple of times like that, I decided not to even ask.

I was wearing my briefest bra and that was it. It was as close to naked as I could get without breaking the rules. He gave me the money, I took it and stuffed it in my bra, then I reached out for his belt. He swatted my hand away and gave me a fiery look that made my cheeks flush. I collapsed to my knees crying and holding my hand.

“I know I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“No, it’s not that I said,” I said, sniffling. “I just… I just… I can’t… I need…”

“You need what? I gave you money. Isn’t that what these blow jobs were about?”

“Yeah but I… I… please… please don’t make me say it…” I was whimpering softly now, my voice barely audible.

“Say what?” he said. I cried and whimpered for a second. “What is it that you don’t want to say? Tell me.”

“I need your cock, okay!! I need it! I’m a sissy bimbo and I need your cock more than anything in this world!! I live for it, I worship, and I need it inside me right now, please, please just give me your big, beautiful cock, please, please...“ I lowered my head as I trailed off.

Suddenly I felt his hands under my arms. He lifted me up to my feet, turned me around, and bent me over the kitchen table. He deftly unhooked my bra, and I moaned as he groped my free titties. He spread my ass cheeks and positioned his throbbing rod at my asshole. He slowly worked it in as I whimpered and moaned. My whole body quivered as his massive tool scraped my prostate.

He fucked me faster and faster, and he was soon railing me like I’d never been railed before.

“Ohh god, fuck my slutty ass, baby. Ahh, fuck me with your sexy cock…”

I was screaming now, my body tensing as I came. He grunted and moaned behind me as his hips slapped my fat ass with every stroke. Suddenly he pulled out of me.

“Nooo, please don’t stop! Please, please, please put it back. I need your cock, please fuck my sissy ass!!”

He sat down on a chair and I scrambled to climb on top of him like the cock hungry sissy slut I was. I grabbed his rod and guided it into my needy asshole and started bouncing up and down and grinding his steel-hard cock into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed and fucked like we were the last people on earth.

He broke the kiss and started sucking on my nipples. I screamed in ecstasy as he grabbed me around the waist and started pounding his dick into me furiously. I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me, and pretty soon he slowed down and I could feel him tense up. I shoved my ass down on him hard. I looked into his eyes with a look of unfettered lust.

“Give me your hot cum, baby, make me your sissy bitch once and for all!!” I said, as if I hadn’t been his sissy bitch all along. His cock erupted inside my fat ass and poured cum like hot lava into my aching boi pussy. I whimpered and moaned as I kissed and sucked his face, our sweaty bodies gliding together. After blast after blast of jizz, we collapsed in a hot, sweaty heap.

I kissed him tenderly.

“I hope you know this ass always belonged to you,” I said. He smiled. His cock was still inside me, throbbing gently. I couldn’t wait to feel its wrath again.