A visit to Nana's by kay3070

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The humiliation of Tammy over for now, the ladies attention came back to us. Andrea turned to Mrs Cartwright:
 "Okay, what do you want first Amelia?"
 "A couple of straight poses first and then we'll add in some props. This session is mainly to capture Pansy on film but use Sissy as you will."
 "Certainly - I thought that's what we were looking at. You've no worries Amelia, by the time we are done you'll have enough humiliating shots to keep him in line for the rest of his life."
 "Of that, I have no doubt what so ever Andrea. Now, if you will all excuse me, I'll get myself ready."
Mrs Cartwright disappeared through a side door with the holdall Annie had brought. I could only stand there with my mind awhirl - there was obviously more than a few portrait pictures up and coming here and that last line about props really got me nervous - what bloody props? Looked like I was about to find out as Nana grabbed my arm and marched me up onto the little stage with the backdrop.
 "Right Pansy, I want you to do exactly as you're told - no matter what that may be - are you listening?"
 "Yes Nana" was all I could really say.
 "You'd better do my lad...or this can get one hell of a lot worse. I don't know if you've noticed that large video camera over there but if you mess us about then you'll end up with a starring role that will make the photographs look mild by comparison...and it will get posted online, so you think on that!"
Christ, I couldn't even imagine where that might lead to so I readily agreed to behave.
 "Good boy - now, stand here in the centre and face forward."
I did as I was told, looking straight ahead to find Andrea already there behind a very expensive camera. She made a few adjustments and then pressed the button - I was almost blinded by the intense flash as the first shot was committed to film. She then moved around me, taking more from various angles. Nana approached and popped my dummy into my mouth and the whole thing was done again.
 Andrea looked up from behind the lens and instructed:
 "Lift up your dress Pansy...let's see those pretty panties."
I gathered the folds of my flouncy frock and raised the whole thing, exposing my frillies to the camera lens, still trying desperately not to blink every time the flash went off.
 "Okay, now turn around and stick your bottom out...that's it, lift your dress a little - we need to be able to see what's written there."
I displayed the humiliating embroidery on the rear of my panties, watching as my shadow was illuminated onto the backdrop with each click of the shutter.
 "That's good, time for a prop I think. Turn back around Pansy."
I came about to find Nana stood in front of me - she removed my dummy then handed me my 'prop'. I couldn't believe what I was looking at - I figured it was going to be something childish like a teddy bear but no - it was a ten inch plastic coc-k, no different to a dil-do except there was a little wooden stick poking out of the bottom of it just like a lollipop.
 "Now look at me with it near to your face. Yes...yes, that's it - now slightly turn your head, poke out your tongue and lick it like an ice cream."
My God this was humiliating beyond belief! Still, I did as she said, pushing out my tongue and lapping at the side of the dil-do - all the while listening to her ever more embarrassing commentary.
 "Oh yes, isn't that nice - a yummy coc-k for a little sissy - lick it faster Pansy, good boy."
I began to flick my tongue all around the head of the plastic coc-k - thoughts of what Nana and Angela had made me do in the bedroom came to mind, I guess this explained that little trial run.
 "Okay, that's great, you can stop now. Let's have some double shots - where's Sissy?"
 "Here he is" replied Annie as she marched the downtrodden lad onto the platform. The big woman handed him his own dil-do-on-a stick then exited stage left. I briefly flicked my eyes across to Sissy but he didn't look back - not surprising really, he was probably as worried about all this as I was - I didn't have time for anything else as Andrea began to speak again.
 "Right boys, stand a little closer together and take each others hands."
Yeah - saw that one coming a mile off - just didn't expect to be doing it with a plastic coc-k in my other hand. Learning from last time, I didn't hesitate - just reached out and took Sissy's hand in my own.
 "That's lovely - my, you two really do make a pair of little cuties. Okay, now hold your props up so we can see them clearly."
We both raised our embarrassing lumps of plastic so they were level with our heads - we must have got it right because she went straight into shooting without another word. Several blinding flashes later, our next instructions came.
 "I want you to turn and face each other but move in a little closer - that's good - now trade your props."
I turned and stepped slightly towards Sissy but then paused, not really knowing what she meant until Sissy offered his dil-do to me.
 "Come on Pansy, take that one and hand your's over to Sissy!"
We swapped our props over but I was still mystified - they were both the same so what difference was it going to make?
 "That's better - now, put them up to each others lips."
Oh Christ! - now I got it and I'd bet anything that I knew what was coming next.
 "Good, good - right, tongues out and lick the tip."
Yep - knew it! - I guess this was her favourite type of shot. As ever, Sissy was ahead of me in obeying but I had little choice so I swallowed my pride and touched my tongue to the end of the plastic coc-k in Sissy's hand.
 "Hold it there...fantastic, just a couple more...okay, push them into each others mouths."
The tip brushed my lips as Sissy pushed it forward so I reluctantly opened my jaw, allowing it to slide in. To return the action, I had to look Sissy square in the face. That was a truly odd feeling - staring into the eyes of another guy (all be it a very feminine looking one) and pushing a dil-do into his mouth. Thankfully, Sissy half blinked his eyes in a show of acceptance and that, at least, did make me feel a little better about it. We stood in our mutual humiliation and awaited until Andrea had what she needed on film.
 "Okay, perfect - that makes you two look the very best of little sissy friends."
Oh thanks! - there's nothing like adding insult to injury I thought as we stepped away from each other.
 "That's all for now Sissy, move out of the way."
The poor lad just turned around and meekly walked back to stand next to Annie. Andrea continued..
 "As for you Pansy, it's time for a change of scenery - would you bring him to the side wall please Nana?"
 "Certainly deary"
Nana took my arm and led me over - the first thing I noticed was two poles bolted to the floor about three foot high with a metal ring at the top of each one. It didn't take much imagination to know what they were for as I was made to stand right between them. Sure enough, Nana fetched two lengths of white silken rope and bound me by the wrists to the hoops.
 "I'd like his nappy and plastic pants on view for these if you'd be so kind Nana."
 "Sounds good to me" replied Nana as she took out her little key, unlocked my frilly panties and pulled them down to my ankles. She then produced a length of ribbon with a clip on each end. The ribbon was hung around the back of my neck before she lifted up the front of my dress and attached the little clips - leaving it permanently raised to expose everything underneath.
 "Lovely!" remarked Andrea as she moved around in front of me, clicking away.
 "Now, let's give him back his nummy treat."
Nana stepped back up and instructed "Open your mouth Pansy." then shoved the plastic coc-k a couple of inches behind my lips.
 "Don't drop it!"
Easier said then done - I wasn't at all prepared for the weight of the damn thing without anybody holding it and had to grip with my teeth just to keep it in place. But manage it I did as another dozen humiliating pictures were taken - besides, I really didn't want to find out what would happen if it did hit the floor! Thankfully, Nana removed it as soon as Andrea had finished. Nana was just putting it down when I heard the door over the other side open and into the room stepped a vision I was completely unprepared for...

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 I knew it was Mrs Cartwright but I'd never in my life imagined she could look anything like she did at that moment. Her dark blonde hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she had taken off her glasses to reveal a face that was quite beautiful really - even if she did still have that stern expression across it. The prim outfit was gone - replaced by a vibrant red latex figure hugging basque. It was very low cut, exposing a cleavage that looked much fuller then it ever did in her blouses. My wide eyes travelled down the laced up front to find that the basque ended just above her navel where it attached to black seamed stocking with six suspender clips. From the knees down, her legs were encased in black patent leather boots with four inch stiletto heels. Her most intimate area was covered by a pair of red vinyl panties trimmed with black lace. Purely of it's own accord, I could feel my coc-k stirring in my nappy - especially when Angela approached her and the pair of them together filled my eyes.
 "Oh Mrs Cartwright, you look amazing."
 "Why thank you Angela my dear - coming from a beauty such as you that is a true compliment. Besides, one has to dress appropriately for the occasion."
She strode across the room in her usual regal manner, headed to one of those familiar looking cupboards and chose several items before moving out of my field of vision. Within a minute or two she reappeared and then I could see exactly what she had chosen. In her left hand was a long leather riding crop but that wasn't the most worrying thing. I looked down her body and was confronted by the sight of the black strap-on dil-do that was harnessed tightly around her hips. She stood directly in front of me in all her terrifying beauty.
 "Just what are you staring at Pansy?!!"
'What the bloody hell do you think I'm staring at!' jumped into my head but I wasn't stupid enough to say it.
 "Do you like what you see hmmm?"
I managed to splutter a quiet "Yes Mistress."
 "I thought that you might." she reached forward with her right hand and placed it on the front of my plastic pants.
 "Is your little sissy coc-k getting hard in your nappy?"
I swallowed and quickly mumbled "Yes Mistress" without telling a word of a lie.
 "Well, you had better say so then hadn't you."
 "My little sissy coc-k is all hard in my nappy Mistress."
 "Yes I can feel that" she said as she squeezed a little harder. "Would you like to show me exactly how much you like what you see Pansy?"
What the hell did that mean? No matter, I knew the only answer was to repeat "Yes Mistress" once again.
 "There's a good little sissy - now, let's ensure you are completely in the right state of mind first."
She attached the crop to a small clip on the harness then brought both her hands up and under the top frill of my dress. Her forefingers touched my nipples through the hidden holes and I closed my eyes in ecstasy, moaning softly as she began to play with their tips. It was only when the blackness behind my closed eyelids turned bright red for a split second that I realised Andrea's camera was being used again. I didn't care - within moments I was lost to the rushing of pleasure from her gentle rhythm and the feeling of my coc-k straining against terry cloth.
 After what must have only been a minute or two, she dropped her hands and I opened my eyes once again only to find that the crop back in her fist. She lifted it up and placed the tip under my chin.
 "Now little Pansy - are you going to do what your Mistress tells you or do I thrash your bare bottom?"
 "I'll do as you say Mistress."
 "We'll see now won't we." she turned to Nana "Untie him if you would please and take those panties from around his ankles my dear."
Mrs Cartwright stepped back so Nana could release me from my bonds. As Nana did so, she smiled at me in a knowing but not entirely pleasant manner - she obviously knew more then I did about what was coming next. The ropes removed, my instinct was to rub my wrists but with that crop in my face I thought better of it. Nana Bent down and helped me step out of my frillies then, not knowing what to do, I just stood there waiting. Mrs Cartwright lowered the crop  and tapped the side of my leg with it - not really hard but I still felt it through the thin stocking.
 "Get down on your knees nappyboy!"
I hesitated and looked at her for a split second but noticed the crop being drawn back so quickly dropped down onto my knees. I looked forward to find that I was completely level with her panties and, of course, the large black strap-on sticking out in front of them - that thing looked a hell of a lot more fearsome this close I can tell you. She took a small step forward so the end of it was only an inch or so from my face.
 "Now, you are going to show me how much you like what you see - look down at my coc-k Pansy."
I didn't have to look down - the huge black dil-do filled my vision as it was but I dutifully made a show of staring right at it.
 "Do you like my coc-k little sissy?"
 "Yes Mistress"
 "Then tell me!!!"
 "I like your coc-k Mistress."
 "Then you'd better give it a kiss hadn't you!"
I knew that was no idle instruction and with that crop being so near I puckered up my bright red lips and laid a gentle kiss on it's tip as the camera flash lit up the side of my face.
 "What the hell do you think you're doing? Giving your Auntie a peck on the cheek? - I said kiss it boy!!!" I felt the sting of the crop on the side of my leg once again - a little harder this time. I didn't fancy anymore of that so I went straight back in - laying kisses all over the head of the rubber coc-k, all the while accompanied by the clicking of Andrea's lens.
 "Is that the best you can do? - use your tongue you little idiot!"
Before she could strike me with the crop again, I poked out my tongue and began to lick like crazy around the head and top of the shaft, coating the black silicone with saliva. She let me degrade myself for several more minutes then returned the crop back to the underside of my chin and raised my head off the dil-do.
 "Well, that was a poor effort boy - looks to me like you'd prefer a thrashing. You'd better tell me - what's it to be Pansy... My crop or my coc-k?"
I certainly didn't want my bare bottom belted with that horrible instrument of torture so I choose the lesser of two evils and quickly replied:
 "Your coc-k Mistress."
 "Very wise Pansy, very wise. Now put it in your mouth and suc-k it...and do it properly!!!"
With my cheeks burning so brightly that my blusher had to have deepened by several shades, I opened my mouth and enveloped the entire head of the dil-do. Closing my lips around the shaft I began to move my head back and forth - just as I had seen in porno films. Within seconds I found out under no uncertain terms that I wasn't doing it correctly.
 "Don't just nod your head up and down like a toy dog, suc-k it!!! Use your cheeks and your tongue. If you don't do it properly Pansy, I'll find somewhere else to put it that you won't find quite so pleasurable!"
Oh Hell! I didn't need that one explaining. With renewed force, I redoubled my efforts - pulling in my cheeks to hug the dil-do as I rolled my tongue around the underside of it. I bobbed my head and suc-ked for all I was worth, so much so that the gathering saliva began to trickle from the corners of my mouth. Suddenly, she grabbed my head and thrust the strap-on forward. It shot straight to the back of my throat, causing me to gag and choke but I held on for dear life - fearing what would happen if I let it fall from my lips. She pulled it back but still continued to pump with her hips - not as far this time though. Good job as I was having difficulty breathing properly with this huge chunk of plastic filling my mouth, yet I carried on suc-king and licking faster and faster. Just as I was becoming light headed and knew I couldn't last much longer, she withdrew the strap-on from my mouth. I took in a huge gulp of oxygen and then knelt there gasping, swallowing and feeling completely abused. The pleasure from the touching of my nipples long gone and my hardness along with it. From above me I heard Mrs Cartwright say:
 "Did you get enough pictures Andrea?"
 "Plenty Amelia - captured him from every angle. What a little coc-k suc-ker."
 "Oh, I don't know about that" Mrs Cartwright turned her head towards the room "What do you think ladies, can we bestow such a title upon him?"
 A round of agreements came forth as well as a healthy dose of laughter. Mrs Cartwright lifted my head with the crop once again and stared down at me.
 "Well, there you have it Pansy - you are officially a coc-k suc-king little sissy."
Oh hallelujah! - I'll put it on my CV. Right at that moment I was more interested in checking to see if any of my teeth were loose. Mrs Cartwright moved her glance down to the dil-do.
 "My goodness, look at the mess you've made Pansy - it's all covered in lipstick and spit, I'd better clean it off. Hmmm...looks like you going to need a touch up to your make over - can't have you looking messy for the rest of the photos."
 With that she turned and walked away, heading back to the rear door. As Nana helped me up off my aching knees, I just slumped my shoulders knowing that the afternoon was far from over.

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 A visit to Nana's. part 45
July 22, 2016

Hi again! I was hoping to cover the rest of the entire photo shoot in one go but, as usual, it's become bigger then I expected. So, I'm posting these chapters now and will round off the shoot in the next one.
 Okay - we rejoin Pansy right after he has literally just had a taste of Mrs Cartwright's strap-on...
   Thank you for reading!  :)

 Nana took me over to a small chair and set about repairing my make up. I tried to keep my head as still as possible but couldn't help poking around the inside of my mouth with my tongue. I couldn't feel anything out of place - which was quite surprising given the ramming my face had just suffered from Mrs Cartwright's strap-on. Not that I was making Nana's job any easier as I quickly learnt.
 "Stop that Pansy! You're being a baby - now hold still or you'll go straight over my knee!"
 "Just let me get my tripod set up and then you have at him Nana" Andrea shouted then burst out laughing. Nana laughed in return and added:
 "It wouldn't be the first time we've captured him with a bright red bottom on film but I'd be happy to oblige."
Both women continued to chuckle at my embarrassment as I sat there not appreciating their little joke - photographed or not, my poor bottom had seen enough spankings to last me a lifetime over this week. Thankfully, Nana just carried on with her task - well, for now anyway - I guess that was the best I could hope for right at that second. She finished off by adding a touch up to my lipstick, sat back and said:
 "Deary me Pansy - what a glum expression on such a pretty little face. I know what will bring you round - come with me."
She lead me over to a large sofa and sat at one end, instructing me to lay in her lap. I had a damn good idea what was coming next and started to brighten up immediately. Sure enough, Nana undid the front of her dress and lifted out her ample right breast from her lacy bra - her large pink nipple already stiff.
 "There we are...come on, you suc-k on Nana's titties like a good little sissy."
I wasted no time in clamping my diamond red painted lips around her nipple. I'd barely started to suc-kle when my coc-k pushed it's way back upwards making my nappy even tighter. Without any surprise what so ever, I caught the flash of Andrea's camera from the corner of my eye. It didn't matter, the memory of the whole day disappeared as I fell into the comfort of Nana's breasts and the rubbing of my coc-k on the inside of my nappy.
 Suddenly, after what was actually only a few minutes, Nana gently pulled her nipple from my wanting lips. I opened my tightly closed eyes and was a little shocked to find Angela knelt in front of the sofa - hardly surprising that I hadn't even heard her approach, not when I was in what Nana had already named my titty time trance. Without saying a word, Angela flicked her blonde tresses over her shoulders and took hold of the almost hidden zipper keeping her PVC nurses uniform closed. She slowly pulled it down to her navel then with both hands peeled the PVC away to expose her lovely firm young breasts. They were obviously smaller then Nana's but no less beautiful, her pale pink nipples pointing at an upward angle. She smiled down at me as she lent forward - the milk white flesh on the underside of her left breast brushing my cheek as she moved to position that marvellous orb directly above my eager mouth. With no more than a raising of my chin I was suc-kling her, causing Angela to give out small gasps of pleasure to match my own soft moaning.
 Angela kept me locked into this exquisite embrace for a similar amount of time to Nana before softly gripping my face with her right hand and pulling away. As she did so, she turned my head the other way to see Nana bending forward once again, offering a return to her breast. I greedily accepted and so it went on with me being passed between them as I laid there in absolute heaven.
 "Jolly good show ladies!"
I was pulled back to reality by the sound of Mrs Cartwright's words. As Nana and Angela sat back, I raised my eyes and was confronted by the sight of a freshly cleaned strap-on hovering over my head - our leading lady's voice coming from somewhere above it's gleaming black shaft. She lent the top of her body into my line of vision and remarked:
 "Looks like his little coc-k is almost bursting out of his nappy - perfect. Bring him over ladies please."
Angela stood upright then reached out to take my hands and help me off the sofa. Once we were all on our feet, Nana and Angela took a minute or so to put their breasts away. I stood there with my coc-k still throbbing in my nappy and looked around the room. The first sight that greeted me was of Sissy laid across Annie's lap on another sofa. Her Matron's dress was wide open and the lad was eagerly suc-king away on her breasts. I noticed that Annie's hands were hidden under the top frill of Sissy's dress and instantly knew the reason for his exaggerated bucking and writhing from my own memories of her expert touch. Even though I was burning with sexual excitement, I still spared a happy thought for Sissy - the poor guy usually ended up with the rough end of the stick so it was good to see him having some fun. I turned away as Nana gripped my arm and lead me back up onto the stage where Andrea and Mrs Cartwright were waiting.
"Right Pansy, are you feeling a lot better?"
"Yes Mistress" I managed to reply, still breathing heavy in my arousal.
"Good, good -  Time for some more photographs then." She looked up over my shoulder "remove his nappy and plastic pants please Nana."
I wasn't quite sure I'd heard that correctly until Nana moved up behind me and pulled my plastic pants down to my ankles, then followed on by reaching around and unpinning my nappy. As she pulled the terry cloth away, my hard coc-k sprang into the view of the entire room, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment - but somehow, my excitement didn't fade. Mrs Cartwright moved towards me with a small jar in her hand. She dipped her fingers into the pot, taking up a dollop of the creamy substance inside and spread it across her palm with her thumb. After passing the jar to Nana, she reached out and took hold of my erection - spreading the solution all around my coc-k as she slowly masturbated me.
 "There..." She said in an alluring voice "Is that nice?"
 "Y-yes Mistress" I stammered out, almost swaying on the spot.
 "Good boy Pansy. You see I want some pictures of you with your little coc-k on show... but it's no good with it swinging between your legs - that just wouldn't do. We need it nice and hard so we can see just what a little sissy you are. That's what this special cream is for - it will give you a pleasant little feeling that will keep you erect. Do you understand?"
 "Yes Mistress" I repeated - mind you, right at that second, I'd have probably given the same answer if she's asked me if the Sun was made of water. At first, I only felt the motion of her hand but then a gentle and very arousing tingling began. My coc-k was already standing to attention but within moments it swelled causing me to gasp at the sensation - leaving me with a boiling rampant hardness beyond what I had ever had before. She continued to stroke me for another few seconds then stepped away, nodding at Andrea.
 "Okay Pansy...now lift up your dress."
I did as I was told, gathering the edges of my petticoats and hauling the frothy mass into the air, exposing myself completely to the camera lens.
 "That's it, show us your sissy coc-k...lovely." Andrea kept on with her usual commentary as she clicked away. She moved around me, capturing my excitement from every angle.
 "Got it. Now, can you hold your dress up with one hand - the left one."
I brought my left arm across and pinned the folds of the dress to my middle without a problem - after having to do the same in the past with those damn mittens on, this was easy.
 "That's perfect...right, take your coc-k in your other hand and play with yourself."
What!!! I stood there dumbfound not believing what I just heard. Okay, it wasn't something I'd never done before but not in front of an audience! Mrs Cartwright decided to get things moving real fast.
 "Get on with it Pansy! You either play with your coc-k or we go back to playing with mine!"
Oh Hell! I didn't want to go through that again so I quickly took hold of myself and began to slowly masturbate for the camera. I attempted to close my eyes but Andrea bellowed at me to keep them open. I just had to blank my mind and go with the flow - which worked admirably - so much so that I hadn't realised I'd increased the speed of my hand until Nana spoke:
 "I think he's getting carried away there, perhaps we should have put a towel down!"
The ladies all cracked out laughing, well, all except Andrea who stared at me and remarked:
 "You make a sticky mess on my floor boy and you'll clean it up with your tongue."
By the look in her eyes I had no doubt that she meant it and let go of myself, presuming she must have got the shots she wanted. That was confirmed when she turned away and shouted "Okay Annie."

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I looked across just in time to see Annie with her breasts still exposed. Although now standing up, Sissy's eyes were still locked onto those impressive mounds. She slowly put her self right, buttoned up her dress then took Sissy's arm and headed towards us. Sissy meekly followed her lead - his face still flushed with arousal and a prominent bulge in his nappy.
 My mind started racing to just what was going on here because as soon as Annie got him onto the stage, she started to unlock his frilly panties. Both his frillies and his plastic pants were lowered - his only movement was to put an arm on Annie's shoulder as he stepped out of them. Annie wasted no time in removing his nappy and leaving him stood there with his hard coc-k pointing skywards in a match to my own. I couldn't help but notice that Sissy was actually a little bigger then me - funny how these things enter your head, particularly in the circ-umstances. I shook the thought from my mind and raised my eyes - I tried to look anywhere but directly at Sissy which seemed to amuse the ladies no end, especially Angela.
 "Awww! What's the matter Pansy?...Are you embarrassed?...Is it because you like Sissy's little coc-k?" the lovely young women asked with a grin from ear to ear. I literally had no idea what to say to that, figuring that even if I shouted 'No' at the top of my voice then it would only lead to more teasing. Not that my silence stopped her anyway - she turned back to the rest of the group remarking:
 "Well, that's not a no then..."
The ladies all joined in with her laughter - which she took as encouragement to carry on. She returned her attention to me in a rather stimulating manner by extending her hand and running the tip of her index finger down the length of my coc-k, causing me to give a shudder of pleasure.
 "You might not be saying yes but your naughty little willy is...after all, it's pointing straight at Sissy's."
Damn this cream! Underneath my make up, my face must have been bright red but because of that arousing ointment I was stood there still hard as a rock and no other choice but to take this tirade of humiliation. Thankfully Angela's teasing was cut short as Mrs Cartwright approached - not that meant things were going to get any better! The powerful woman smiled down at her younger protege and said:
 "You're perfectly right my dear - of course these two like each other's coc-ks. You'd only have to leave them in a room together with their nappies taken off and in seconds they'll be a writhing frilly heap on the floor."
 "Seriously?" asked Angela around a fit of giggles.
 "Oh, without a doubt, watched it happen with others before - it's always a fun thing to see, especially when they don't know they are being filmed doing it." She paused for a second as the laughter rose generally around the room then decided to move things on. "Speaking of which, I think it's high time we captured what little sweethearts these two are on camera."
What the hell did that mean?!!! I had no time to ponder it as everybody was straight back into action: Mrs Cartwright grabbed me and positioned me side ways on to the camera. That left me to watch Annie scoop a handful of cream from that little pot and apply it to Sissy's already hard coc-k. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent sigh as she rubbed it onto his shaft. He snapped them back open quickly as he was shunted forward to stand directly in front of me - with only about three foot between us both. Andrea stepped our way, camera at the ready.
 "Okay, both of you lift up your dresses and stare intently at each others coc-ks."
I mirrored Sissy in gripping the hem of my dress with both hands and raising it a short way but still continued to look elsewhere. I suddenly yelped in pain and shock as Mrs Cartwright landed a swift blow of her crop to my bare bottom.
 "Eyes down Pansy!"
I quickly obeyed, looking straight at Sissy's hardness knowing the skin on my bottom cheeks depended on it. And there we were immortalised - two very babified grown males, naked between our stocking tops and the hems of our raised dresses, staring at each others arousal. I just preyed that nobody outside of this room would ever see these photos. A dozen snaps later and they were on us again.
 "Let go of your dresses and place your arms behind your backs - now!" Mrs Cartwright instructed as she moved behind me, with Annie moving towards my companion in humiliation. I saw a quick glimpse of pink ribbon before she grabbed my hands and laid them wrist over wrist. She expertly wound the ribbon around them - I gave a slight jump as she gave a final tug, making sure the bow was nice and tight. Bending down, she secured my legs at ankles and knees with two more lengths then ran another piece connecting my wrist bonds to my ankles and tied both ends tightly. After returning to my front she produced one of those other ribbons with clips at the end  - it was hung around my neck and my dress lifted back up so the clips could be attached. The only difference this time was that it was much shorter, raising the hem almost to chest height. I then stood there in worried amazement as Annie put her hand onto the middle of Sissy's back and said "Forward!" Sissy did a kind of very restricted shuffle/hop until we were only inches apart. This still wasn't good enough though - Mrs Cartwright took hold of my shoulders and literally shoved me those last couple of inches until the hems of our dresses brushed up against one another. To my horror, she put her hands between us, took hold of both of our coc-ks and placed them so the the top halves were touching. As a final indignity - and with a huge smile on her face - she produced another piece of baby pink ribbon and tied both of our coc-ks together with a floppy bow. She popped our dummies back in our mouths and stepped away to let Andrea do her thing. I swear down that she took more shots of this humiliating pose then any of the others. Once she was finished, Mrs Cartwright came to stand beside us once again.
 "Well, don't you two look like a real pair of love birds giving each other little coc-k to coc-k kisses!"
I didn't even look in her direction, just held on waiting to be released but she had other ideas.
 "Do you know, they look so sweet that I think we aught to leave them like this whilst we break off for some refreshment, what do you say Andrea?"
 "Sounds good to me." laughed our photographer, then turned and barked out "Tammy!"
Within seconds Tammy came rushing into the room. He immediately performed a deep curtsy, making sure to display his nappy and plastic pants to the assembled ladies before enquiring "Yes Mistress?"
 "Make coffee for us Tammy"
 "Yes Mistress" he repeated and dropped into another curtsy but upon rising he spared a glance at the bizarre spectacle of Sissy and me on the stage. Andrea saw him.
 "Nevermind those two - get on with your task otherwise your own nappy will be coming off...and you know what that means don't you?"
 "I do Mistress"
 "What?...What does that mean Tammy?!!!"
 "It means I'll have my bare bottom thrashed Mistress."
 "Damn right it does...so move it!!!"
Tammy didn't need telling again, he rushed out of the room twice as fast as he had appeared. The ladies spread themselves across the two sofas and began to chat, completely ignoring us. Left as we was, I had no idea how to feel right at that moment - I'd never imagined in my wildest nightmares that I would end up like this. I was acutely embarrassed by the sensation of Sissy's hard coc-k pressed up tightly against mine but was still in a state of heightened sexual excitement due to the ever present tingle of the stimulation cream. I flicked my eyes towards Sissy but he seemed lost in his own thoughts - just sort of staring blankly through me whilst suc-king heavily on his dummy. He was obviously more familiar with this treatment and had probably been through this exact ritual before. I envied him for his calm acceptance or at least the appearance of it.
 My thought's were interrupted as the rear door came open once again and in came Tammy pushing a hostess trolley. The top tray held steaming mugs of coffee as well as spoons, napkins and a sugar bowl. He wheeled it directly between the two sofas, bobbed into another nappy exposing curtsy then stood back to allow the ladies their drinks. Andrea gave him no word of praise, just picked up a mug and took a sip. Suddenly she thrust the mug back onto the trolley and whirled around.
 "Ugh! there's no sugar in my coffee...Tammy!...Why is there no sugar in the coffee?!!"
The poor man froze on the spot - his eyes flicking between his Mistress and the neatly laid out sugar bowl on the tray. Andrea followed his gaze, stared at the offending bowl then snapped her head round real fast.
 "Oh!...I see - we're supposed to do it ourselves are we hmmmm? Is that your idea? Your Mistress can just go and serve herself can she?!!!"
Tammy just stood there wide eyed as Andrea took a closer inspection of the trolley's contents. Obviously something else was amiss because she set her jaw and strode towards him.
 "Where are the cookies?...We always serve raisin cookies with coffee...where are they?"
 "I'm sorry Mistress" Tammy stammered out real fast. "I'll fetch them right away."
 "STAND STILL!!! Christ Tammy! What the hell is the matter with you? You embarrass me in front of my guests then think it's okay to starve us as well."
 "No Mistress, of course not - please allow me to fet.."
 "SHUT UP! Too damn late - you should have done it correctly the first time. You're going to have to be punished."

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Leaving him where he was, she walked purposely over to one of the cabinets and opened it. She perused the contents for a few seconds, finally settling on a large thick leather paddle before making her way towards a wooden backed chair. This she picked up, moved to a position so her gathered guests would have a clear view and sat herself down.
 "Come here!"
With a bowed head, Tammy hurried to stand in front of his Mistress. She placed the paddle under her arm then took hold of Tammy's plastic pants and hauled them down to his ankles. His nappy was unpinned then dropped by the side of the chair before she lifted the dummy on it's ribbon around his neck and pushed it into his mouth.
 "Over!" was all she needed to say - Tammy lent down and lowered himself over her knee. Andrea slowly raised the back of his dress, exposing a bare bottom that was already covered with the marks of her crop from the previous evening. Placing her left arm on the centre of his back, her right one went up above her head and...
WHACK!
Down it came with as much force as she could muster. Poor Tammy jolted with the strength of the blow but hardly made a sound - I had to admire that, I'd have screamed out loud - I guess he was a lot more used to it then I was. My other thought being that this woman must have no mercy what so ever, I mean all this over a damn sugar bowl - I seriously hope Nana never leaves me under her care for a day!
I winced in sympathy when, without a pause, the second one hit home.
THWACK!
His eyes began to water as his already sore behind turning a deeper shade of red. She continued to lay into his bare bottom -  I counted ten more fierce strokes before she finally relented and laid her arm down. She clicked her fingers and Tammy scrabbled up from her lap. I could plainly see that his eyes were red rimmed but he still gave out barely a sniffle. Mind you, looking at the way Andrea was I'd say that any such behaviour on Tammy's part would only incur more punishment - so he was a wise man in my opinion.
 Paddle in hand, Andrea stood up herself, stared at Tammy for a few seconds then grabbed hold of his arm.
 "Get into the corner...you need some time to think about what you've done."
She frogmarched him over to a corner near the far wall, yanking on his arm all the way there - making it all the more difficult for Tammy because he had no choice but to shuffle slowly along due to his plastic pants still being around his ankles. Once she got him into position, she shouted:
 "Hands on your head!"
Without hesitation, Tammy raised his arms and placed his hands together on the top of his bonnet, locking his fingers together. This made his already extremely short dress ride up to display his glowing red bare bottom to the entire room. She then decided to bellow at him some more:
 "Don't think your discipline is over Tammy - not with the way you've been acting recently. You want to think yourself lucky that I'm not making stand in the shop window. Now, you can just stay right here until I decide what to do with you...and don't you move so much as an inch or you'll get more of this..."
 She administered three more short hard slaps to his exposed behind then turned and walked away. Christ! - what a bitch. What I found truly frightening was the way she calmly replaced the paddle then rejoined the ladies and started chatting - it was as though she had just entered the room rather then returning from battering the hell out of Tammy.
  The ladies didn't take too long to finish off their coffee. They placed their cups back on the tray then moved straight back towards us with Mrs Cartwright in the lead.
 "I hope you've enjoyed your little sissy cuddles but we're going to have to move on so let's get you untied."
Thank Heaven for that! I breathed a sigh of relief as she undid the bow and removed the ribbon that had bound our hard coc-ks together. My first thought was to step backwards but figured that such an action might have dire consequences so I put up with the close contact for a few more seconds until my arms and legs were released. As soon as I was free, Mrs Cartwright turned to Nana and said "Restrain him against the wall again please my dear but leave his dress held up" before moving away to untie Sissy. Nana walked me back to where I had been earlier and within moments I was held fast by both wrists to those same two poles. My elation at being released from that humiliating position faded quickly as I became nervous of what ever was coming next - even more so when the dominant women said to me:
 "Right Pansy, we are almost done but I want a couple of special photographs before we are. You are not to move at all - if you are stupid enough to do so then mark my words, you will badly regret it. Everything we've done so far will be nothing compared to what will happen to you... do you understand?"
 "Yes Mistress" I replied in a somewhat shaky voice.
 "Good! Now, Sissy is just going to give you a little kiss."
What?!!! Oh you had to be kidding me! I immediately wanted to rebel but something inside me said just get it over with - if a peck on the lips is all it will take to end this nightmare then let's have it done and be finished. After all, we'd already been photographed with our coc-ks tied together so how was this any worse? I watched as Mrs Cartwright brought Sissy to stand in front of me and took out his dummy. I braced myself, ready to accept my fate but then got the shock of my entire life when she laid her hand on his shoulder, pushed him down onto his knees and said:
 "Okay, you can give Pansy a little suc-k now Sissy."
Not a bloody chance!!!
As Sissy began to lean forward I lunged backwards, only to get brought up short by the ropes. That didn't deter me, I began to buck against the restraints with all the power I could. My dummy flew out of my mouth to swing on it's ribbon as I twisted one way then the other but it was no good - I was held too well. My futile efforts came to an abrupt halt when Mrs Cartwright grabbed me painfully by my face, tilting my head right back.
 "What the hell do you think you're doing boy? - I told you to stand still!!!"
 "B-but...but..I don't want.."
 My stuttering was cut off when she brought her crop down hard across my right thigh. I screamed in pain as the entire top of that leg erupted in fire.
 "Stop struggling or the next one goes across your coc-k!"
That was it, the fight went out of me upon hearing such a terrifying threat. She pushed her face right up to mine and snarled:
 "I don't care what you want sissyboy - you should have learnt that by now. My god, you're stupid - it was just a photograph Pansy, and would have been over in seconds but you've made your choice - I warned you."
 With that, she tilted my head forward so that I was looking down her body. She replaced the crop onto the harness, moved her hand across and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of the strap-on. With a smile in her voice, all she said was:
 "Looks like it's time to make a video film then!"
Oh Hell....

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 A visit to Nana's. part 48
August 18, 2016

Hiya! Okay, two more chapters at the ready. We rejoin Pansy as he's about to take his starring role in Mrs C's video - but it's not just her strap-on that he has to worry about...
  I will add that these chapters are of a very adult nature so just wanted to give fair warning. :)

 Mrs Cartwright let go of my head, leaving me stood there still in shock at her last words, then turned away and asked:
 "Would you set up the camera please Andrea?"
 "Oh, it would be my pleasure" Our photographer replied in a voice dripping with sinister intent.
Next thing I knew Nana had hold of one arm with Annie grabbing the other as Mrs Cartwright proceeded to untie me from the posts - I guess they were taking no chances. Once my wrists were freed, all our leading lady said was "You know exactly where I want him" before they began to frog march me from the stage. Although I was now nervous as hell I was still burning with sexual excitement - my coc-k fully erect due to the working of that damned cream. I looked down at Sissy as we passed him - he was still on his knees with his own hard coc-k peeking out from under his dress. I almost shot a glare his way but just couldn't - none of this was his fault after all. Not that I thought any of it was mine either but I was starting to wonder if I'd been set up by that last supposed shot and this had been the plan all along - wouldn't surprise me in the least.
 I had less than a minutes grace before I found myself stood straight in front of Andrea's version of a changing table - it was exactly the same size and shape as Mrs Cartwright's but instead of a solid wooden base, the padded top sat upon a heavily cross-barred cage. I was dragged around to the narrow side of it and in less than a second both Nana and Annie placed their free hand onto my back and shoved me down so I was bent over with my chest flat against the surface. I turned my head to avoid smacking my chin only to see Mrs Cartwright approaching with two pairs of handcuffs. As she leaned down to the right of me, I immediately felt the cold metal clamp tightly around my wrist with that unmistakable ratcheting sound - which was repeated as she locked the other end to the cage bars. She moved around and secured my other arm and all three women stepped back. As soon as they had, I heard Andrea say:
 "I've got the camera in position and ready but would you just give me a moment?"
 "Why yes of course my dear" Mrs Cartwright replied "Is anything the matter?"
 "No no, not at all Amelia - it's just such a good opportunity to discipline Tammy."
 "By all means, we wouldn't want him to be left out now would we."
From my doubled over position, I saw Andrea smile at her long time friend then turn and bark:
 "Tammy! Get over here now!!!"
Within seconds, Tammy moved into my field of vision shuffling along as fast as he could with his plastic pants still around his ankles.
 "Let's have those panties off - you won't be needing them where you are going."
Andrea helped Tammy to step out of his plastic pants, casually tossed them to one side then took his arm and walked him over to a large object draped with a dust sheet. As she lifted the covering away, I could see that it was a type of chair but certainly not one designed to relax in. It was very sturdy with a high back, raised arms and a few other features that opened my eyes to it's function as I took them in - on the end of the legs and arm-rests were heavy leather straps to secure it's occupant and to make matters worse, rising out of the centre of the seat was a large dil-do.
 Andrea reached behind the chair and from a hidden shelf produced a small jar. She dipped her fingers, covering them in what looked like a thick greasy substance then smeared it all over the dil-do. Once it was well coated, she wiped her hands clean and simply said:
 "Sit!"
Without hesitation, Tammy backed up to the seat, took hold of both sides and moved himself into the right position before slowly lowering himself down - impaling his rear end on the lubricated dil-do with barely a change of expression. Only a widening of his eyes and a small sigh escaping from behind his dummy betrayed the fact that he hadn't just sat down in any ordinary chair. Andrea wasted no time in buckling the straps around his wrists and ankles - holding him fast before looking him in the eyes:
 "Now Tammy, this is going to be quite a show and I just know that little coc-k of yours is going to be straining against it's cage, so I think all these fine ladies deserve to see it."
 She moved off to one of those wall mounted cupboards and returned holding two short lengths of chain with a crocodile clip at either end - I could only guess that these were what I'd heard of as nipple clamps. Reaching forward, she lifted up the white bib part on the front of his dress to reveal two lace edged holes directly over his nipples, just the same as on my dress - what a surprise! With her other hand she opened the clamp, positioned it correctly then slowly released the clip. As the full pressure of the teeth bit into Tammy's right nipple, he screwed his eyes shut and gave a grunt of pain - earning himself a "Shut up Tammy!" from his Mistress before she did the same to the left one with the other chain. She took the free ends of both clamps, lifted the hem of Tammy's dress and attached them to it - leaving him sat with his skirts raised in the air displaying his imprisoned coc-k. Even with the poor guy in that state, it seems she hadn't finished because she moved off once again and came back with what looked like a black anal plug - the only difference to those I had seen before was that this one had a short tube connected to it's base with a small round ball pump at the end. Gripping Tammy's dummy, she removed it but only to push the plug all the way into his mouth. Once it was in as far as it would go, she pumped the little ball several times - I swear I could literally see Tammy's cheeks expand with the pressure from within, his tongue must have been flattened! Her work complete, Andrea took a step backwards.
 "There, that's much better - at least we won't have to put up with you moaning and groaning all afternoon whilst your sissy hole is being stretched" Her hand went around the back of the chair once again and must have hit a hidden switch as the air was suddenly filled with deep buzzing sound, making me realise that the chairs attachment was more then a dil-do. Tammy jolted slightly as the now revealed vibrator sprang to life in his rectum, causing a cruel laugh from Andrea before she moved away.
 As she walked past Angela, she stopped and asked "Are you okay Angela?"
I flicked my eyes over towards the young woman and saw that she was lent with her back against the rear of the nearest sofa - but it was how she was stood that drew the attention - she had her legs clamped together and was gently rocking herself with a flustered expression on her beautiful face.
 "Oh yes - it was just watching you doing that, it's kind of...well, you know" Angela replied somewhat self conciously.
Mrs Cartwright walked over to her and asked "You mean that you are aroused dear."
Angela blushed and dropped her eyes, which led to Mrs Cartwright putting her hand softly on her shoulder.
 "Oh Angela, don't be embarrassed my dear - of course you are, it's only natural for women like us."
 "Really?" asked Angela, now perking up again with the support from our leading lady.
 "Why yes - don't you think we all are?"
 "Oh!...I guess I didn't think about it. It's been building through the whole day but I didn't want to say anything as you all seemed so calm."
 "We've just being doing this much longer is all. It wasn't always that way though - when I was a young woman and first disciplining my husband I could barely contain myself. Everytime I leathered his bare bottom I had to stop myself from putting my hand inside my panties. I soon came to realise exactly who was at fault."
 "What do you mean?" Angela asked with a puzzled look.
 "Well, you are aroused by watching sissies being treat as they deserve - so, who's fault is it?"
Angela cottoned on quickly and with realisation flowing across her features she pointed straight at me and said "His!"
 "Exactly my dear - now what are you going to have him do about it?"
 "Ooo! I'm not sure."
At this reply, Mrs Cartwright leaned forward and whispered into Angela's ear. After a few seconds hidden conversation Angela giggled and said out loud
 "That sounds perfect! - you don't mind me joining in?"
 "Of course not Angela - if you are happy to do it now then by all means have at it."
Beaming from ear to ear, Angela replied "Okay, I will."
 "Good girl - now, let us begin." She turned her head and spoke to Andrea "May as well set the camera rolling Andrea, we'll want to capture every thing from now on."
 "Sounds good, I'm on it" Andrea replied whilst bringing the camera up to her shoulder.
This was it, I was about to have my starring role!

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49

 With some panic now rising, I watched both women walk back in my direction wondering what the hell was going on now. I found out as soon as Mrs Cartwright was next to me.
 "Right Pansy - it seems that you have caused your new Mistress to become overly exited, not surprising being the little sissyboy you are, so you are going to have to use that sissy tongue of yours to set things right."
Did she mean what I thought she meant? I looked across at Angela only to find that she had lifted up her dress and was displaying a pair of white pvc thong style panties with the same red cross that adorned her dress. She hooked her thumbs into the sides and ever so slowly lowered her panties to her ankles then stepped out of them. I stared with wonder at the neatly trimmed fine blonde curls that lead down to the barely glimpsed parting of her sex. Oh god! My coc-k pulsed through the bars of the cage as a long held dream was revealed to me. Angela kicked the panties to one side and climbed onto the table - positioning herself so she was laid back on her elbows with her exposed pelvic region only inches from my face.
 "Don't let him dive straight at it Angela - tease him a while whilst I get him prepared."
Fascinated by the sight of her, I barely took notice of Mrs Cartwright until I felt my legs pulled by the ankles to either side of the cage. The now familiar sound of handcuffs being opened reached my ears and within seconds my legs were held fast to the bars. Angela smiled down at me and asked "Do you like what you see Pansy?"
I stared into her eyes and replied "Oh god yes."
She raised her hand and slapped me square across the face "It's Nanny Angela - now answer me properly!"
Reeling from the shock, I quickly stammered out "Yes, I like what I see Nanny Angela"
 "That's better - now don't look up at me again or you'll get another slap."
I didn't need telling twice on that issue - I dropped my eyes down just as she moved the same hand across and began to slowly part her labia. I was burning with sex heat as her clitoris and everything beyond was laid out inches from my nose, filling me with her intimate scent. I was almost lost in an erotic dream until I felt my bottom cheeks being spread apart - reality came flooding back in as Mrs Cartwright slid a pair of latex covered fingers up my bottom. I gasped out loud as I felt them begin to massage me from the inside - sliding her fingers back and forth as she spread the lubricant around. At the same time, Angela slipped her own finger inside herself and began to sensually masturbate - driving me to even further distraction. I felt Mrs Cartwright withdraw her hand and knew we were only seconds away from her entering me - but she had one final surprise. As I heard her peel off the latex gloves, she spoke once again:
 "Put Sissy into the cage now Annie please."
What the hell??? I jerked my head up and got a brief glimpse of Annie opening the other end of the cage with Sissy crouched down to crawl inside before Mrs Cartwright grabbed the back of my bonneted head and forced it back down.
 "You were told to keep your eyes down Pansy! You'll find out what's happening soon enough."
The cage door was clicked shut and locked - the sounds of movement below told me that Sissy had made his way along and could only be sat at the end where my hard coc-k was poking through the bars.
 "Stay as you are for now Sissy, I'll tell you when."
Christ, that meant he was going to...my thought was cut off completely as I felt Mrs Cartwright part my cheeks once again and the hard tip of the strap-on touch the opening. With a slight push, the head of the dil-do was forced inside. I cried out as my bottom stretched to receive this new intruder - this wasn't like the gentle opening caused by use of a tapered anal plug, it felt as if the entire thing had been shoved in at once. I quickly knew I was mistaken in that idea as she pushed forward a second time, sliding another inch or so up my bottom.  It was shock more then any real pain that almost halted my breath - I held myself rigid as I felt her draw slightly backward and then she came forward again. A flare of discomfort spread across my lower body when the strap-on seemed to hit a point of resistance from inside. I panicked, thinking that some real damage was about to be done but suddenly it gave way and the rubber coc-k slid in with greater ease. As  my bottom expanded to contain it's girth, Mrs Cartwright gripped on either side of my waist and gently began to pump her hips. The initial fear started to fade as she slowly slid the dil-do in and out - my discomfort gradually changing into a similar sensation that I felt with the plug the day before but certainly more intense. I had just eased my breathing into her rhythm when at some unseen signal Angela slid forward. Once in position, she grabbed my head and pushed my face down. The brim of my bonnet folded back against her thighs and, without hesitation, I opened my mouth - pushing my tongue forward until it parted the already wet lips of her sex. By instinct, my tongue found her waiting clitoris and I began to lick slowly. Angela arched her back as the contact was made, widening her legs a little more. My God, the amount of times I had masturbated over the thought of this very act but never in my life could I have foreseen that it would happen this way. There I was performing oral sex on the girl of my dreams but was it in the romantic setting I had envisioned? - No! - I was strapped down to the top of a cage, dressed in the frilliest clothes imaginable with one of the most frightening women I had ever met shoving a strap-on dil-do in and out of my bottom. I didn't think it could get any stranger then this but Mrs Cartwright soon saw to that.
 "Sissy! Take Pansy into your mouth...but don't let him c-um. If he c-ums, we'll be making two films today...and the second one won't feature any lubricant."
 Before she'd even reached the end of her sentence I felt Sissy obey. I gasped and halted in the motion of my tongue as his fingers curled around the base of my coc-k. As Angela pushed her pelvis forward to regain our intimate contact, I felt the warm wet sensation of his lips clamp down and he began to suc-k me. My mind was in a whirl with everything that was already happening and now I had another guy suc-king my coc-k! To make matters worse, that hellish cream was still tingling away - making sure I stayed nice and hard for him to do so. Even so, the pleasure of Sissy's action swept through my body mingling with the sensation of the strap-on and the salty taste of Angela's sex. I groaned aloud as I fell back to using my own tongue and just let it all overwhelm me.
 Just as before, I lost sense of time completely. I had no idea how long the four of us were locked together in that perverse embrace and didn't care. Our coupling became faster - although still gentle, Mrs Cartwright picked up speed as Sissy continues to massage my coc-k with his tongue and lips. Angela's gyrations became more and more forceful and I knew she was approaching orgasm - she pushed herself forward hard, flattening herself against my face. I could do no more then hold out my tongue as she ground against mouth, her cries becoming louder until she reached a crescendo bucking and writhing so much that I feared she would fall from the table. She suddenly gave a mighty gasp and held her body rigid in the throws of a powerful orgasm. Her passion spent, she dropped back down and pulled slightly away. At the same time Mrs Cartwright slowed her own motion to a stop and withdrew the dil-do - leaving an empty sensation behind. Only Sissy kept on suc-king away until Mrs Cartwright said:
 "That's enough now Sissy."
 He gave one final lick from the base of my coc-k to it's very tip then let go. I relaxed against the top of the table, breathing heavily as I came back to myself. I had no time to contemplate what I had just been through though as Mrs Cartwright immediately stepped around the table and bent close to my ear.
 "Well Pansy, I hope you don't think that it's all over just yet."
I turned my head and stared at the smile of cruel amusement that she had on her lips wondering just what the hell I was in for now.
 "You have two choices Pansy - you can either do exactly as I tell you or you'll get the riding crop across your bare bottom and then we continue with the strap-on...only this time it will be bigger. So...are you going to do as I say now?"
 What choice did I have?  I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about what I'd just gone through and definitely didn't want a taste of that crop - so all I could say was "Yes Mistress."
 "Are you sure?"
 "Yes Mistress."
 "Good. Well, in that case I think it's time you learned to suc-k some coc-k"