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Wednesday, May 11th, 2016
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He wrote:

I go without you for so long. I look for you and long for you but you are away, living your life as well you should. Then I see it–an email that you’ve mentioned me in a tweet. I rush there and consume the snippets that you’ve written and ache ache ache for more but am denied because of my impotence.

I imagine this is what chastity and edging are like.

I replied:

You’re too much of a gluttonous whoreman to enjoy chastity or edging.

Now … castration might just be the perfect answer.

Don’t forget to check zen fetish. You’re my (un)shining star, after all.

about those manimals …

Thursday, February 11th, 2016


Me and You

Friday, July 11th, 2014


bounding you to the bed

nipple clamps applied

anal toy inserted

observing. seducing. taunting.


i’m panty-less under my skirt

teasing your cock with my fingers

the edge of a french nail, the press of a finger

then slapping your balls.

one. two. three.

another for good measure

fingering myself

letting you suck my finger


feeling my strings in your hands

i am taut with tension and desire

hungrily reaching for your sweet body

i am crazed beyond words with desire from the feelings in my ass

feeling your moist moist heat

against my thighs as you lay against me

thrusting and squirming against your touch

unable to satisfy my crying need for friction

brought up short by the shock

breathless. voiceless. mindless.

sucking licking slavering

my mouth is insatiable

please o please

fuck my mouth with your hand, my ear with your tongue, my ass with your toy

crazy with lust

Serve the Pussy, SlaveBoy

Thursday, June 27th, 2013

“You want me to what?”

I was astonished.

“I want you to lock your cock in your cage and FedEx the keys to me. i want you to buy a round trip ticket to Hartford. I want you to photograph your locked cock with today’s or tomorrow’s newspaper in the background. I want you to fly here. I will then meet you at the airport tomorrow.”

“You don’t trust me to behave myself?”

“No darling, it isn’t that at all. If I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t be meeting you. I just know how excited you’ll be to see me for the first time in the flesh, and I want to see if you can break the cage with your desire.” She laughed.

I agreed to do it, and she was, as always, right on the money. My excitement was palpable, or at least it would have been if I hadn’t been caged in a hard-on preventing contraption she had bought for me just a month previously. So I took my locked package to the FedEx store and mailed the keys to her PO box in Connecticut. I sent the iPhoto of my predicament via email, and drove to the airport. Fear of the TSA proved to be a remedy for the extreme discomfort of the situation, but once I was in the terminal proper my excitement returned in full force. I won’t tell you how long the plane ride was or mention the crying baby because I hardly noticed. All I could think about was meeting her for the first time, and the increasing pressure between my legs.

The pressure behind my eyes during the descent was minor compared to that restrained by the cage not so artfully concealed by my jeans. I tried to check unobtrusively for stains that I was certain were there, but I couldn’t see any without making a scene on the plane. I waited impatiently for the other passengers to deplane and began my journey from seat 23A to what I hoped would be Nirvana. Now as I stumbled down the jet-way I could see her. She was dressed to thrill, and thrilled I was. I could barely believe my eyes as I took her in, long brown hair, bomber jacket, ‘Daisy Duke’ short jeans, thigh-high boots, all framed a stunning lithe body could kill a horny seventeen year-old with lust. She coolly eyed me with her light brown eyes as I approached.

“Well, you must be Joel.” She glanced me up and down with what HR would call ‘elevator eyes’. I felt like a piece of meat for a quick second, then she stepped into me and kissed me full on the lips with a loud smack. “You’ll do, sweetheart. Have a comfortable flight?” The lift of her brows and quirk of her smile told me she new the negative answer already. I was throbbing inside my silicone sheath. In a cruel physical satire of intercourse I could feel my shaft sliding up and down inside the cage, the head tapping the cap of the sheath in time to my heart’s beating.

We quickly found our way to her car and she buckled me in the passenger’s seat with a quick kiss. She then surprised me by blindfolding me. I turned beat red under the mask and could hear her laughter magnified by the loss of sense. I was quickly dizzy and confused about our directions.

The trip didn’t seem to take long. Angela talked about everything from current events to history to fashion until I heard the garage doors going up and then down. The blindfold came off and I discovered we were in her house.

“Strip” she told me, and I did. I was soon standing before her wearing nothing but my silicone cock ring, sheath, and brass lock.
It was then that I noticed her necklace. It was a golden chain upon which hung a small key. The key to my release. She was fingering the key thoughtfully and my hopes were rising in way that my trapped manhood could only envy.

She dropped the key against her chest and it fell between her breasts.

“You want to stare at my cleavage, boy? I’ll give you something to stare at.”

With that she produced a leash fit for a small dog which she quickly attached to the hoop of my padlock.
Looking over her shoulder as she turned, she quipped “‘Follow’, I wont being saying ‘come’ for a while, yet.” And she gave her leash and my cock a quick jerk. Naturally I followed her inside leaving my dignity and clothes behind.

I was led to a spacious bedroom and made to lie down on a plush bed. My ankles and wrists were soon attached to the foot and head and head of the bed. I wasn’t stretched too far, but it wasn’t restful.

Angela brought a dining room chair over to the bed and set it down just out of reach of my right hand.  She sat down in the chair and began to smile an ever broader smile.

I was confused.  I was scared.  Mostly I was excited.

She left the chair and the bedroom in whirl of motion without a word.  I wondered what was going on, but not for long, for she soon returned– naked save for the chain around her neck and the key dangling between her perfectly formed breasts.  “Watch” was all she said as she reseated herself in the chair.

With that she began to play with her pussy.

I can’t describe what she did because I was soon in a frenzy.  I was trapped and caged and the most exciting, gorgeous, sexy creature imaginable was just out of reach and she was pleasuring herself to orgasm after orgasm.  I don’t know how long it lasted, but it seemed like hours.  I moaned, I begged, I cried, I pleaded, I begged again.

Finally she seemed to notice me again. She slowly inserted her fingers into her pussy one more time and removed them.  She looked at the now slick fingers with a critical eye and smiled a wicked smile.  She leaned out over the bed and wiped her fingers over my upper lip and nose.

“Good night”.


Written by my beloved Long Distance Chastity Slave, who knows how to make Miss Angela very happy.

He calls me often and obediently … with much reverence and appreciation (right here).

He is cherished.


Wednesday, October 31st, 2012


A FemDomme Halloween Fantasy

by Angela St. Lawrence


“Sissy Igor, is everything ready?”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I double checked all the parameters and systems last night, and have been monitoring the temperature and pH of the tank since early this morning.”

Doctor FrankenDomme moved around the laboratory, scrutinizing monitors, toggling switches, making notes on her clipboard.   Abruptly she turned, looking over the tortoise frame of her glasses, scanning the room.

“Where is Kaitlin? Where is that girl?”

Sissy Igor hesitated, looking at the floor, smoothing the ruffles of his compulsory tutu. He’d known Doctor FrankenDomme would notice sooner or later; it was only a matter of time.  Leave it to that slut, Kaitlin, to screw up on this day of all days.  And now he could feel the Doctor’s eyes on him, demanding a response.

“I … well … er…” he stuttered.  How could he know where little Miss Hot to Trot was? Why was Doctor FrankenDomme taking it out on him?

Just as the Doctor put down her clipboard and started toward him, the door flew open and in danced Kaitlin, brushing her dark hair behind her ears, smiling as she took off her coat and hung it on the wall beside the door.

“Brrr. It’s so cold out there,” she said, leaning over to smooth out her knee socks, then twirling, checking out herself out in the full length mirror beside the door.  The pleats of her red plaid skirt fluttered, showing off her tight creamy thighs.  Sissy Igor knew she did that on purpose.  She knew she looked hot and she knew Doctor FrankenDomme liked looking.

Doctor FrankenDomme was watching Kaitlin intently. Sissy Igor could see the fists she’d stuffed into her lab coat flexing and pushing against the white fabric. He knew she wanted some of that; she might already be getting it. Or maybe Kaitlin was playing it for all it was worth, teasing the hell out of the Doctor, so she could basically get away with murder around here.

Kaitlin looked at Doctor FrankenDomme. “Did I do something wrong,” she cooed sweetly, batting her eyes.

“We’ll deal with that later, Kaitlin. We have more important things on our plate. You do know what day it is, don’t you?” Sissy Igor thought he might be catching a glint in the Doctor’s eye, maybe a little twist of her lips when she spoke. But he wasn’t sure.

“Oh yes I do, Ma’am, and I’m so excited.  What do you need me to do, Doctor FrankenDomme?” Kaitlin gushed.

Sissy Igor couldn’t resist. “There’s nothing left to do, Kaitlin. I did it all. I got everything ready without your help because you are late.”  Silently he added bitch.  He didn’t want a spanking this early in the morning from Doctor FrankenDomme.

“That’s enough.   The both of you.” Doctor FrankenDomme turned and walked over to a series of dials on the far wall. “This is the day we’ve worked toward. It’s here and I expect you to be professional and do your jobs. Get to your stations. Now. Move.”

As Kaitlin scurried past Sissy Igor to take her place at the curtain, she stuck her tongue out at him, and then looked down at his tutu.  “Nice shade of pink,” she sneered, “so masculine.”

Doctor FrankenDomme was once again checking dials as Sissy Igor stepped up to the table with the knife switch.   His heart was beating with such force; he actually looked around to make sure the women couldn’t hear it. This was it! They were finally going to see what Doctor FrankenDomme had kept behind that curtain these last few months, since they’d finally perfected the algorithm for creating the perfect man.

“Is everybody ready,” Doctor FrankenDomme asked.

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said in unison.

“Well, then.”  Doctor FrankenDomme licked her lips. She looked at both of them.  “I guess this is it then.”

Sissy Igor could see through the opening of her lab coat that the Doctor’s breasts were rising and falling at a rapid pace. He was wondering why she was wearing her purple lace camisole under her lab coat, when Doctor FrankenDomme cleared her throat and said, “Kaitlin, pull the curtain. Do it now.”

Just as Sissy Igor whipped his head around (he wasn’t going to miss any of this), Kaitlin squealed, “Yes, Doctor. As you say, Doctor,” and pulled the curtain rope.  There was a swoosh as the curtain opened. And then …

“Oh. My. Fucking …”

The words stopped, but he knew it was Kaitlin speaking. Not that it sounded like Kaitlin. It was as though her vocal cords had been rearranged somehow, corrupting her usually girly, breathless voice (so faux he’d always thought), twisting it into something akin to guttural mewling.

Kaitlin stumbled back, grasping the medical table that had been delivered two days ago, per Doctor FrankenDomme’s orders.  Then, for a few moments, except for the squeak of the table’s wheels as it shifted and rhythmic hiss coming from the tank, the laboratory was eerily silent.

Gradually Sissy Igor became aware of a wheezing sound coming from Kaitlin. He turned to his head to see her hunched over, still staring at the tank – they all were – pressing her hand to her chest, obviously hyperventilating.  He didn’t blame her. If he hadn’t been so well trained by the Doctor, he’d probably be doing the same thing.

“Help her out, Sissy Igor. Grab that chair from the corner and get her a glass of water.”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme,” he managed to say, dragging the chair and pushing Kaitlin down into it.  He rushed to the sink, looking over his back at the tank as he filled a glass.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How did Doctor FrankenDomme do that?  When he finally was pressing the glass to Kaitlin’s lips, he looked at the Doctor. She was smiling, staring at the tank, the edges of her lips curled into a slight smirk.

“This is it. I did it,” she said.

Then she looked at Kaitlin and Sissy Igor. “I did it. Do you see it? I did it.”

Kaitlin had finally caught her breath.  “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, Doctor. It’s so big. It’s so thick, so long.” Her voice still wasn’t back to normal, but now had a shrill, almost whiney quality, trailing off as she stared, muttering, “Big … so big … huge … gigantic …”

Doctor FrankenDomme seemed amused by Kaitlin’s little breakdown. She looked at Sissy Igor and winked. If he wasn’t so overwhelmed by the man in the tank, he would have been stunned, absolutely stunned. The Doctor was always professional and authoritative in the laboratory, even more than when he’d originally submitted to her tutelage and underwent cage and chastity training.  But the man in the tank!  The man in the tank with the …

“Huge balls, aren’t they, Sissy Igor?” Doctor FrankenDomme actually chuckled as she finished what he’d been thinking.  No, she giggled. She giggled like a smitten school girl. She walked over to the tank and put her hand on the glass. “He is beautiful, perfect.”  In the tank, a man floated in a slightly-tinged green gel, muscles perfectly formed, a slight cleft to his chin, a perfect roman nose, dark hair buoyantly trailing around his head like a halo.

But it was his genitalia that set him apart from any man any of them, anybody in the entire world, had ever seen.  Testicles, easily the size of beach balls, bounced off of his thighs pushing out the long, thick prick to the front – so that the head occasionally brushed the glass of the tank.

She turned, suddenly all business again.

“Kaitlin, get yourself together and turn on the heat lamps over the table.  Sissy Igor, get back to the knife switch.  And, Kaitlin, don’t forget the blanket in the warmer.”

Everyone was suddenly busy again, as the moment of actual animation rapidly approached.

Doctor FrankenDomme removed her lab coat, tossing it over the autoclave.  Sissy Igor realized she was wearing her grey, pinstriped pencil skirt and felt himself becoming erect.  This always happens when she wears that skirt he thought as he tugged on his tutu, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  Erections in the laboratory were strictly forbidden.

“Are we ready?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said, as Doctor FrankenDomme consulted her clipboard and adjusted a few dials.

“Okay then.  Sissy Igor, activate the suspension fluid on the count of three:   One. Two. Three.”

Sissy Igor pulled the knife switch.  A low hum began filling the laboratory as the gel in the tank started to churn and froth.  Doctor FrankenDomme adjusted a few dials, carefully observing the tank.  Suddenly the man’s left foot shot out, kicking the glass. Then his right arm twitched.  “This is good,” the Doctor said.  As the three of them watched, the man’s body began became more and more active.  Soon he was thrashing about, his cock swinging from side to side, banging on the glass.

“It’s time. Kaitlin, engage the drain mechanism.”  As Kaitlin pressed a series of buttons on the side of the tank and the gel began draining from the tank, Sissy Igor stole a glance at Doctor FrankenDomme.  Why she was actually teetering on her six inch stilettos, she was trembling so!  He looked back at Kaitlin just as she bent over to release the aerator hinge at the bottom of the tank, the pleats of her little skirt riding up far enough that he could see the crotch of her bright red panties.  Why, that slut is soaking wet he thought to himself.  Like shameless floozies in heat; that’s what they are, the both of them.  And then he furtively reached under his tutu to adjust the panties digging into his swollen testicles and sissy stick.

“That’s it, darling man, open those beautiful eyes,” Doctor FrankenDomme said, as the last of the gel drained out – gurgle, gurgle, gurgle — and the man started blinking.

“Should I open the tank, Doctor?”  Kaitlin was panting so hard, Sissy Igor thought she might start hyperventilating again.

Doctor FrankenDomme quickly stepped forward, smacking Kaitlin’s hand away, just as she was reaching for the lock.  “Don’t you dare.  Bring a blanket.  NOW!  Hurry up.  We need to get him out of this contraption as soon as possible.”

Soon, Kaitlin was back with the blanket.  Sissy Igor could tell it was taking everything she had not to push the Doctor aside and open that tank and grab that man and just jump on him.  But she knew better.  Just like he did.  Okay, maybe his erection wasn’t all about the Doctor’s pencil skirt, after all.  Just maybe.

And then it happened.  Doctor FrankenDomme opened the tank, taking the man by the hand, helping him to step over the rim of the tank’s base, wiping away the chunks of green gel still clinging to his ear, his chest, his pelvis.  And then…   then …

… yes, then, she was ever-so-lovingly and slowly wiping the few chunks – there were just a few and Sissy Igor thought she was being much too concerned and taking a ridiculous amount of time — from his gigantic member.  Sissy Igor wanted to swoon.  Kaitlin, holding the large white blanket up with both hands, just stared — eyes wide, mouth agape.

Doctor FrankenDomme moved her hand up and down that beautiful giant dick and it started to grow, to harden, to thicken and elongate.  “Yes, yes.  That’s it.  It feels good, doesn’t it?  Enjoy it.  Enjoy my touch.”  As his cock continued to swell, she began using two hands.  She needed two hands.  “Put the towel around him, Kaitlin. Hurry, girl.”  Kaitlin rushed around to the other side of the man, sliding the towel over his shoulders, eyes still wide, mouth still agape.  Sissy Igor noticed her fingers lingering on the flesh of his wide shoulders, but he really couldn’t blame her.  He’d cop a feel, himself, if he had half a chance.

The man was beginning to moan, his hips subtly moving.  “Oh, yes, darling, enjoy it.  That feels so good for you.  I know it does.  And just you wait; I have something for you that is going to feel even better.”  Caught up in the moment, thinking about Doctor FrankenDomme’s pussy – because he wasn’t stupid; he knew what felt better than a hand-job — Sissy Igor started moving his hips, but then the Doctor was telling them to help her move this ridiculously hung man to the table and he remembered his place.  Whew, he thought, if she’d have caught me, would have probably meant a week in the cage.

When they finally had the man on the table, his cock, looking like an unruly torpedo, swayed heavily above him as he moaned and writhed.  Sissy Igor wished he could take care of it for the man.  Now that he had a clearer view, now that Doctor FrankenDomme  had her greedy hands off of him for a minute and wasn’t molesting him like some dirty old woman (my goodness, did I really think that about the Doctor?  My beloved Doctor who I cherish and adore?), he could see the meat (crude, but that’s exactly what it was) actually throbbing, purplish-blue veins pulsing like a virtual map up and down the shaft.  Oh he knew he could take care of it.  Maybe that’s what Doctor FrankenDomme meant when she said she had something that would feel even better than her hands.  Why not?  Both his mouth and his ass were prime cock pleasers.  He knew that for sure.  Certainly the Doctor was aware of this; she was the one who’d trained him.  Surely she wouldn’t let Kaitlin, the dirty little whore, have at it, would she?  That slut got more dick in a week that he got in a year.

With great effort – watching that live hunk of needy, hungry man flesh was almost too much to resist — he pulled his eyes away.  He was here, after all, to facilitate Doctor FrankenDomme’s experiment, not to compromise it.  He was a professional!  And perhaps, if he were a good boy, he might get a treat.  A treat from those swollen balls pushing the man’s thighs apart.

He looked up.  He knew then, seeing Doctor FrankenDomme, that there would be no man-treats for him.

She was frantically tugging at her skirt, pulling it up over that round ass he’d worshiped so many times.  He was shocked to see she didn’t have any panties on, that her inner thighs glistened with her arousal, that even though her thighs were together, her clit bulged from between the lips of her pussy like a shiny, deep red grape.

“It’s alive.”

Doctor FrankenDomme grabbed Kaitlin and him, hugging them.

“He’s alive and now I’m going to know what it feels like to be fucked by the biggest cock in the goddamn world.”

Doctor FrankenDomme’s eyes were rolling around, like they weren’t anchored somehow.  She grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, roughly pinching her nipple through the camisole while running her other hand through her hair.  Which explained why her hair looked so uncharacteristically … well, why her hair was one big hot mess.

“Help me up, you two.  Quit staring, Kaitlin, you aren’t getting any of this.  I’m fucking him.  I’m taking all that cock inside of me and you’re not getting any of it.  This is my … this is my … my …

… This is my FrankenCock!  That’s what he is: My FrankenCock.

Do you hear me?  He is my creation.  He is my FrankenCock.

Besides, I have other plans for the two of you.”

Her voice was wild and crazy and loud, so very loud, as she struggled to put her knee up on Sissy Igor’s side of the table.  As the purple garter straps dug into the creamy flesh of Doctor FrankenDomme’s ass, he reached up, grabbing her arm to steady her.  What about all those endless nights I spent perfecting your serums and potions and even that stupid green gel, Sissy Igor thought.  How is this *your* creation?  How did I get left out the equation?   And what ‘other plans’?  What could you possibly mean by that?

As Kaitlin reached up on the other side of the table (finally, you stupid barely-legal pseudo lesbian), Doctor FrankenDomme slowly stood, thighs quivering as she wobbled on her stilettos, attempting to straddle FrankenCock.  But the cock was so long, sticking up so high, the head easily covered Doctor’s bellybutton.  And it was so thick that he couldn’t even see her pussy at all. How in the hell is she going to manage this?  How in the hell did I think I could manage this?  Still, he was rock hard, the head of his mini-weenie threatening to escape the top of his panties.

“Get the ladders out of the storage cubicle.”

Beneath her, FrankenCock was still moving and moaning and now even grunting and growling.  He needs it bad, Sissy Igor thought before realizing Doctor FrankenDomme had pulled her arm away and now had both hands wrapped under and around the head of that magnificent prick.

“Get the ladders. Do it now.”

As Kaitlin and he started for the cubicle, Sissy Igor glanced back.  Doctor FrankenDomme’s knees were bending and flexing, bending and flexing.  Good God!  No wonder FrankenCock was making all that noise and humping.  The doctor was so fucking ravenous for that big fat-ass dick, she was practically rubbing one out on the back of the shaft with her clit.

Soon they were back, opening the ladders, having not spoken a word to each other while they were gone.  What was there to say?  They despised each other and both of them wished they would get a chance, a taste, a feel, even just a tickle of what Doctor FrankenDomme was about to get.  They were jealous of her and jealous of each other.

Once the ladders were set on each side of the table, the Doctor started easing one foot after the other up the rungs.  Finally she was high enough that the head of that cock was resting in between her spread legs, snuggled up right against the lips of her pussy.   Sissy Igor thought she was going to cum right then and there.   She finally pulled herself together, and looked down at them and dragging her lower arm across the bow of her upper lip, wiping away the perspiration that had accumulated there.  Then she spoke.

“Now, I’m about to enjoy the fruits of my labor. In this very laboratory, day after day, week after week, month after month, I’ve worked for this very moment.  I’ve created my own creature, my own FrankenCock and I intend to enjoy this to the very hilt.”

She smiled at her own bad pun, then turned to Sissy Igor and winked at him. Again.  What could this mean? He was so confused, but remained silent, waiting for Doctor FrankenDomme to continue.  He couldn’t help but notice that Doctor FrankenDomme had now slipped her entire clit into the cavernous slit at the tip of FrankenCock’s cock.  She sighed, wiggled a little bit, shuddered, and then continued.

“Oh I’ve had some help.  In fact, I couldn’t have done without that help.”

Kaitlin grinned.  “Thank you, Doctor. Can we do anything else for you?  I mean I could massage his balls for you or something.  Just to help, of course.”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Kaitlin.

“Kaitlin, you’re pretty.  Very pretty.   And you’re sexy as hell.  A pretty, sexy, hot young grad student who can pick and choose who she fucks.”

Kaitlin giggled.  “Thank you, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I can.”

“But, Kaitlin, the problem is you don’t pick and choose.  You’re out every night spreading your legs.  You fuck like a tramp all night long.”

Again, the Doctor swirled her clit around in FrankenCock’s prick slit. Again she sighed.

“But the problem with that, Kaitlin?  The problem is that because you are out fucking all night long, you don’t get any sleep and then you’re late for work.  You’re always and forever late for work.  And then when you finally do get here, you act like an entitled princess.  You play dumb, pretending to not understand a process or experiment.  Simple laboratory procedures that a first year student would know.”

“But Doctor Franken-”

“Shut up.  I’m talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“On the other hand, Sissy Igor is always on time.  He stays late, works weekends.  He never complains and he is happy to be here. He’s not daydreaming about the next guy he’s going to bed.  And I don’t even pay him! ”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Sissy Igor.  “Did you think I didn’t notice?  That I haven’t appreciated how much your devotion and loyalty got us here?  Oh I did, beloved Sissy Igor.”  And much to Sissy Igor’s surprise, the Doctor actually blew him a kiss. And then rubbed her clit around in FrankenCock’s Dick slit again.

“Would you agree that you owe Sissy Igor big time?  Do you concur that I wouldn’t be here with my mega-man FrankenCock, on the verge of getting the ultimate fuck of a lifetime, if it had been left up to you?  Well, Kaitlin?”


Kaitlin stared at the floor, no longer enamored with FrankenCock.  She was more concerned now with what Doctor FrankenDomme was leading up to.  Sissy Igor, on the other hand, was feeling pretty good.  It took everything he had not to break out into a big-toothed grin.  But he knew better.  Mistress said his teeth were crooked.  She found it a bit unnerving and preferred he not show them.

“Do you want to keep this job?  This job, that I might remind you, earns your five times the amount any other laboratory would pay you.  And I might also add, they’d most likely fire you within the first month.  Unless, of course, you were boning your supervisor.  So.  Answer me, Kaitlin.  Do you want to keep your job?

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.  I knew you’d see it my way.  So here’s what you’re going to do.  You’re going to go down to the basement with Sissy Igor.  He has a nice, cozy cage there.  I’m sure his cot will be comfortable enough for the two of you.  You are going to give him the fuck of a lifetime.  You’re going to be his little submissive cock slut for the rest of the day.”

Doctor FrankenDomme looked at Sissy Igor.  “Sound good?”

“Yes, Doctor.  It sounds wonderful, Doctor.”

When she turned back to address Kaitlin, he couldn’t help it; he risked one big, crooked-tooth grin in Kaitlin’s direction.  All of a sudden the little sissy was king for a day.  And he was liking this; he was liking this a lot.  Kaitlin glowered at him.  It even made it better.

“What I mean by ‘fuck of a lifetime’ is that you will have any kind of sex Sissy Igor wants.  I don’t care if he wants to cum on your face or fuck your ass.  If he tells you to suck his cock and gag on it, you better do it.  Even though he only has a three incher, you better find a way to gag on it.  Do get where I’m going with this?”

Kaitlin was practically in tears.  “But he’s a sissy, Doctor FrankenDomme.  Pretty girls like me don’t have sex with sissies.”

“You do now.”  The doctor giggled as she once again masturbated her clit in FrankenCock’s slick hole.  Another low moan escaped from her lips.  “Look at it this way:  at least if he fucks you in the ass, it won’t hurt so much.  And if he fucks your pussy, well, you won’t even feel it.  Now get moving.  Now.”

Sheepishly, still a little amazed at how this was turning out, Sissy Igor, walked around the table and took Kaitlin by the arm.  Impulsively, he leaned into her and ran a tongue up her cheek, stopping at her ear to whisper, “The strap-ons that Doctor FrankenDomme uses on me are huge.  I know just which one I’m going to pummel your uptight ass with.”

As they were walking through the door, they heard Doctor FrankenDomme squealing with delight.  Sissy Igor almost peeked.  But decided not to.

Let Doctor FrankenDomme have her fun.  He certainly planned on having his.  As they walked down the hall to the steps, he reached his hand up under Kaitlin’s skirt, pushing two fingers against the still soaking crotch of her panties, shoving the fabric deep inside of her pussy.  My little sissy dick is going to fucking swim in that pussy, he thought.  And I’m going to love every minute of it.