Frenchy's Fantasy Part 5
The screen suddenly disappeared and the sound stopped. The room was dark and silent for the first time in a long while. I think I stayed there, lying on the “hospital bed," for one more hour. I had no idea what time it was, what day it was, or how long it had been since I first stepped in Princess Angel’s house.

The light came back, a soft light that didn’t hurt my eyes. I heard the sound of high heels nervously hitting the grounds’ marble. Suddenly Ms Yoko appeared next to me and started untying the belts that kept me bound on the bed. I looked at her. She was wearing a pair of tight leather trousers with black high heel sandals and a shiny black sleeveless T-shirt that seemed unable to control her iron boobs.

She was staring at me like I was a lab mouse, no expression in her eyes. Suddenly her hand started kneading my balls like a bread dough, slowly, mechanically. Though there was nothing sexual in the way she performed her hand job and though she avoided touching my cock, it immediately reacted, its all time record of being 4 inches fully erected.

She suddenly dropped my balls and headed to a large sofa in a corner of the room. She sat there comfortably, her legs widely spread, still giving me that scientist look.

“Crawl to me on your belly like a worm, do NOT use your legs and arms," she said in her cold, deadly voice.

I did of course, pathetically hurting my chin in the process, sweating, all of my body aching.

“Good girl," Yoko finally said.
“Now get on your knees, hands in your back, and beg for your treat."
I complied, hoping she’d prepared a biscuit, even a dog biscuit, because I was incredibly hungry, my stomach making all sorts of noises. She bent a little and positioned her lips right above my open mouth while I begged. She had me wait in that position for one more minute, then finally consented to spit a long thick dribble of saliva in my eager mouth.

I swallowed and waited, eyes down. My face was slapped, twice, brutally.

“Thank me bitch!”

“Thank you Ms Yoko! I apologize Ms Yoko!”

“You obviously have a lot of training to do.”

She sat back and seemed to ignore me for 5 more minutes. Then, without even looking at me, she just said:

“Gently stroke my crotch with your hand girl. It is time you start the second part of your training. In a couple of days, I swear my 9 inch cock will be God to you, the only thing you need, aside from worshipping our real GOD of course, but that goes without saying.”
I started stroking and soon was confirmed Ms Yoko was not a full fledge Asian girl. I could feel her cock growing through the trousers leather which, opposite to what I’d thought, aroused me too. Ms Yoko, all the while, was checking her blackberry, erasing messages, writing one.

“Good girl,” she finally said, her eyes back on me if she’d suddenly remembered I was there.
“Now keep your arms on your back and kiss my cock.”
I started doing so. The leather smell, the warmth of her flesh which I could feel, though she was still wearing her trousers and, I guessed, panties, had my head spinning in a minute like I was drunk or stoned.

At one point, Ms Yoko stood up, turned and had me kiss her ass, still wearing her clothes, while stroking her cock again. Then she turned again and pressed my face on her crotch, my nose right on the zip of her trousers.

“How bad do you want it girl?” 
She asked as if the answer didn’t matter much to her.
“Come on, speak out. Perhaps you don’t want it after all. Let’s not forget you’re supposed to be straight, are you not?”

I didn’t answer at once. Yet after a minute, I heard myself saying: “I need it so bad Ms Yoko, please allow me.”

“Allow you what?” She replied.
“Come on girl, I want to hear it from you in plain English. What is it?”

“Allow me to take it out Ms Yoko.”

“Take what out bitch?”

“Your.. (my voiced lowered, I couldn’t help it) …cock, Ms Yoko.”

“Hmm, I see. And what for? What will you do with it when it’s out missie?”

“I will….i…”

“Yes?”  
She frowned, letting me know patience was not her forte.

“Take it in my mouth Ms Yoko.”

“I see. And is that all” she asked, her eyes considering me with severity, almost anger.

“No, no Ms Yoko.”

“So?”

“I would like to touch it, stroke, suck it, lick it.”

“That is better Bethany. You don’t mind calling you by your new sissy name, do you Bethany? Princess Angel has chosen it for you and you realize what She says goes.”

“I do miss Yoko.”

“Good girl. But let’s keep focus. That is all that you dream you would do with my cock?”

“No, no Ms Yoko.” I was started this time, nothing would stop me. SHemale Ms Yoko had me comfortably wrapped around her pinky, I’d tell her whatever she wanted to hear.
“I would also like to swallow your cum Ms Yoko, yet at the same time I would like to take your perfect cock in my mangina if you allow me to. I know it sounds kind of contradictory.”

“No, it’s not Bethany, don’t be silly. We’ll do both. You’ll find out I recover very quickly after I get an orgasm. So first time you’ll swallow, second time I blow it inside your ass. It’s perfectly clean now, I’ve taken care of it…”
She giggled a little childishly while unzipping her pants.

A huge, flexible yet hard, pulsating, throbbing beautiful cock came out of her trousers like a powerful spring.

I didn’t think one more second and as inexperienced as I was, started to simultaneously stroke it gently while licking the shaft from the balls to the top, like I’d seen girls doing on porn movies so many times. My own experience wouldn’t help, of course, as the few girls who’d seen my own cock had simply laughed before rushing out of the room to tell their friends about what they’d seen.

 Part 5b:

Three months had passed and i had finally adjusted to my new life.

Serving God Angel had proved easier than I thought. On the surface, nothing had changed, especially at work where no one suspected any change in my personality and lifestyle, at least I think so. Of course I had traded my beautiful apartment near Central Park for a 2 bedroom flat in the worse part of the Bronx and commuting was not as easy as it was. Princess Angel had taken complete control of my finance and there was no way She was going to allow me spend what was now Her money in expensive housing for myself. She had set a weekly allowance for me to live on, merely covering bare necessities, and I had to cope with that new situation.

Princess had kept me on my toes, literally at Her beck and call, every single day since She’d first locked my cock up and brainwashed me with the help of Her number one slave, Yoko the shemale. At any time of the day or in the middle of the night, She would call or text me and order me to bring Her something or drive Her somewhere, using me like a mere tool, treating me like a dog.

There had been a fairly good deal of punishments too.  As well as public humiliation sessions and fetish events or parties, where She would sometimes bless me with an opportunity to follow Her on all fours. Pulling my leash and generally degrading me to the point I had lost every tiny bit of self-respect I might have thought I had in the past. Often Princess would have me cook for Her boyfriend and Herself, running from the dining room to the kitchen with plates, pouring expensive wine in their glasses, then sitting on the floor next to Their table, hoping one of them would drop a piece of chewed meat in my direction. “Catch," They would say as They were throwing it at me, laughing all the way while I attempted to catch it without the help of my hands.

Sometimes, after dinner, God Angel and Her boyfriend would have sex for hours while I was to sit behind the door of Their room and listen. At first I have to admit that did hurt my feelings, but day after day I realized what a privilege it was and how kind my God and Master were to allow me to witness their excellence in that particular field. Since I was not a real man, this was as close I would ever get to real, first class sex anyway.

Sometimes, after They’d had fantastic sex and Master had especially satisfied Princess, She would come to me and empty a condom full of cum in my mouth. Again, at first I had thought I could not do it and was very close to vomiting while swallowing Master’s holy cum. I write these lines with shame today and will never be able to express how stupid and disrespectful that behavior was. Because it soon became obvious cum was what I needed. Progressively, not only did cum taste better, but I developed a real craving for it.

Yoko, too, would call me twice a week at least to “empty her balls."
Part 6 Coming Soon!