I continued sucking desperately on Victoria’s slim fingers until the taste of my pre-cum had all but disappeared. My crimson red lipstick, now obscenely smeared across my pretty face, served only to highlight my gaping mouth as she pulled her fingers away.
“Taste good, Leah?” she asked as she stepped back.
“Yes, Victoria, oh yes. I only wish that,” I replied before being cut short.
“You know, ‘Leah,’” she said in a matter of fact sort of way.
“You make such a perfect girlfriend. I knew that this would happen. It’s actually quite frightening to think how easy it was to change you into something that I, and certainly others, can use. You know what I mean by that don’t you, don’t you, bitch?” she sneered before slapping my face hard.
“Of, of course, yes, I do, Victoria,” I squealed timidly as my clitty-cock strained and throbbed in its tiny cage.
I knew only too well to what she was referring.
“I, I am here for you, always, you know that,” I added quickly.
“Of course you are,” she laughed.
“That was so obvious on the day that we first met. Only a matter of time, wasn’t it? Until the real you, the girl, the cheap bitch, the pathetic little begging slut finally revealed herself! This was always going to happen wasn’t it, this is what you wanted to happen, isn’t it, isn’t it?” she snapped.
“Yes, I want to, oh please, yes, Victoria, I mean, I am a slut, I’m your slut, Victoria,” I whispered softly as my eyes locked again onto her strapless veiny member.
“And do you know why we now have to live apart? Tell me, ‘Leah’, tell me what you know, tell me you useless little slut, now,” she shouted.
“So, so that, so that you, so that you and Ben can have sex alone, Victoria,” I answered quietly as a sickening wave of jealousy raced savagely through my head. Savouring my torment, her face drew close and she moaned gently and her eyes closed a little. My jealousy was, perhaps more than anything else, the thing that aroused her so intensely. As she looked down at my swollen clitty-cock, it twitched violently and my mess began leaking uncontrollably through my knickers and began to form a little pool on the floor between my legs.
Taking hold of my small nose ring, Victoria pulled my face roughly to the floor. I fell to my knees and immediately began to lap at the pre-cum as she used her heel to push hard against the back of my head.
“Good girl, ‘Leah’, all of it now, what do you say, ‘Leah?'” she purred as her heel forced my face much harder into the floor.
“Thank, thank you, Victoria,” I spluttered.
I felt no shame. The taste of my pre-cum served only to arouse me further and to reinforce my devotion to her.
“Victoria, oh, oh my god, you are so, please, Victoria, oh god,” I continued as my tongue licked slavishly.
My girl like voice echoed about the hallway as she reached down and, once again, pinched my nose ring between her fingers before pulling me back to my feet. After slapping my clitty-cock spitefully with her free hand, she began dragging me from the hallway and into the lounge. She glanced at me several times, laughing and mocking me as my little steps hurried to keep pace.
Victoria had recently arranged for a selection of porn movies to be delivered to my house. They had arrived by courier at the beginning of the week and her text message had made it abundantly clear that I was to watch them repeatedly. They were to be used as a point of reference, she wrote, but more importantly, we both knew that they had another purpose. They were intended to keep my clitty-cock desperately frustrated and to keep me in a state of constant arousal!
“What do have we here, ‘Leah?'” she asked sarcastically as we entered the lounge. “What has my slut been doing in my absence?” she asked quietly as she picked up the remote control.
I had purposefully left one of the videos on pause as I knew that this was what she expected of me.
“I was, I mean, I was just,” I stuttered as my face blushed uncontrollably.
“You were just what?” she replied as she spotted the DVD case strewn on my leather sofa with the title ‘Humiliated Sissy Sluts’ clearly visible. Picking it up, her eyes returned to the TV screen as she pressed the play button.
“So this is what you do when I am not here! That is why you have to wear a chastity cage, isn’t it, you little whore?” she continued. “What a shame! Clitty-cock all hard is it? Does it hurt, baby, straining hopelessly in its tight little cage? Knickers all messy and wet are they? Aren’t you so lucky that you can’t toss your filthy little clitty-cock? Such a useless little cunt, aren’t you?” she mocked before throwing the DVD case back onto the sofa.
“Yes, Vic, Victoria, yes, thank, oh please, thank you, Victoria,” I stammered.
I stood motionless by her side, my back perfectly arched, my mouth wide open and my tongue once again pushed out as far as I could manage. Victoria stared at the TV screen as a young harsh-looking brunette lowered her smooth pierced cunt until it came to rest firmly on her ‘bitch’s’ face. The ‘bitch’ remained completely still even as ‘her’ owner pulled and twisted a little cage that tightly imprisoned a ridiculously small clitty-cock. The harder she pulled and twisted, the harder she dragged her cunt across her ‘bitch’s’ face.