A sissy used right

Miranda ran her tongue up and down the smooth skin of Jesse's inner thighs. The femboy quailed at such a tickling lubrication across the very edges of her intimacies. Somehow, it felt worse, to have this woman of such unfathomably higher social standing debasing herself to play mother cat around the sissy's most sensitive places. Jesse felt so humiliated by the way her little cock twitched in excitement every time her current owner's hot breath or silky curls brushed across it. Which, of course, just caused the woman to ensure it happened more.

All of this was means to an end though. Miranda was also eyeing up the swollen pillar of her cousin as he stroked it up into its fullest size. Their rented schoolgirl's eyes grew wide as she was allowed a view of the pillar which had threatened to become her rectum's first fleshy invader. Her own half-flaccid little sausage was nothing in comparison. Just another unsubtle statement made by the algorithm as it shaped the bodies of those on top and those below. She felt herself wilt even further as it approached, as if even her erection was bowing down in submission; a pack animal rolling on its back before its betters.

John picked up the short, slender legs of his evening's effeminate delight. Holding them up by the ankles to provide one long, sheer valley of smooth, silky skin. His partner had provided plenty of lubrication to slide himself between those soft, inviting thighs. The sissy's small, hairless ball-sack provided a neat, little pillow for his cock to rest upon, out the other side. While the feel of her diminutive answer twitching intimidated beneath, was all its own delight. Miranda chuckled evilly to see the direct comparison… He knew exactly how much these moments of anticipatory humiliation turned her on. She loved to watch their playthings squirm with inner turmoil… Pricking out every last burrow of pride they might try to hold onto as she whispered wicked things to the voices in the back of their minds. Reminding them again and again that they were slutty little whores who wanted nothing in the world more than to be ravaged by her lover's fleshy weapon.

Which is where Jesse found herself, feeling the teasing caress of that woman’s lips against her cheek or the sharp nip of teeth upon her ear. Her slim arms were pinned upwards by Miranda’s wiry strength. All while an endless barrage of twisted, debasing encouragements were burrowed into her mind. It became hard to tell which voices were the angel on her shoulder or the devils in her loins or this terrifying, naked goddess who played every part at once. John began pumping himself between the gap of her legs, using that avenue of the femboy’s shape he’d made for himself. Jesse could feel each thrust as it slid along her perinea. The flared helmet of that engorged limb catching against her thighs then bumping back over her testicles. The friction it caused as it rubbed up against her own cock reawakened every confused feeling she’d ever had about her own masculinity as compared to those around her. She soon grew back to what length and girth sufficed for her own erection, but the duel of swords where John’s weapon collided with hers was no contest at all.

With Miranda’s words still crawling in her ear, the sissy could only marvel in the wonder of being used for others’ pleasure. She twisted her ankles together in John’s strong grip, providing as tight a passage for him to squeeze through as possible. The still-growing width of him squeezing between her flesh sent such ripples of awe and excitement up through her intimacies. She was truly just a manoeuvrable doll for them to arrange and play with however they saw fit. Locked out of her rectum or not. The joy she got from that thought was sickening and pure. She never wanted this moment to end as she felt her own climax and John’s hovering balanced between the strength of his thrusts and the squeeze of her thighs. Auntie Miranda was right, in everything she said. There was nothing left in Jesse to disagree. She loved cock and cum and cunt and clambering over herself to be whatever her current masters wanted her to be. She was in training to be a 1st class sissy slutwife and couldn’t even dream of wanting anything else…