The Feminized Chastity Slave Fuckie Fag Boy And His Last Call

Before I post the next installment of slave andre’s fiction, a feminized chastity slave says goodbye. Saturday was my last call with her after many years of faithful service. From cock control to chastity training, live U-stream shows, and finally the exploration of sissy training. She became the first class dresser proving to be very serious in the en femme lifestyle. With hours of Noogeling her boy breasts to a small D-cup, I was astonished at the progress she made. Bye fuckie fag boi, you have served me well, and will be missed.

The Last Assignment

The last assignment is cocksucking. I has proved to be a hard one with scheduling and preparation. Now with social distancing even harder. I received this final draft before the final call:

“Mistress, I have been thinking. As you know the dicklet never gets hard now. It is always soft and will never get hard again for a woman not even looking at naked women. I think of this as phase 1 of my sissification. Phase 2 is to become a slut to men and their cocks. Until I can complete this assignment of sucking a cock, I thought I should do some training Gooninator is a web site where you can make a slide show made up of images from your favorite Tumblr blogs. What I will do from now on, to prepare myself for my first cock sucking assignment is this:

The Gooninator Program

I will put together a Gooninator programme which will consist only of male imagery (that is cocks, big, thick, white and black);
I will watch the Gooninator sequence on a random setting every day for at least 2 hours, until the little dicklet gets hard. Then your slut will know that it has been turned into a faggot and it will be ready for its first cock. But it will never get hard or tingle at the sight of a naked woman, only a naked man with a big dick.I will load all of these, that will keep me busy for at least 2 hours a day. I will come out of it conditioned, and gagging for cock” .

Expected Check-ins

A weekly photo check of feminizing and cock locked in chastity, as I expect her to check in and not waver from all of my hard work and training. Not to mention hers because she was willing and able to please me in mostly every way. This is what I call full on training of a faithful slave. Now for slave andre, another faithful slave’s next installment.

Slave Andre’s Next Installment

She lets out a muted giggle as she releases my ass, the trail of her nails still stinging. Next I feel her seize
my cock and balls, making me grunt as she squeezes them. “So flaccid!” She says with a laugh. “Are
you cold, boy? This simply won’t do. From now on, I want you to make yourself hard for me when you
hear me approaching, understand? I like to see my slave greet his Queen with a hard cock. You should
look pleased to see me, slave. After all, you never know if I might bring other ladies to show off my
property. A pathetic flaccid cock wouldn’t do would it, boy?”

I shake my head ‘no’ with a moan, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking it, warming it with her
body while the lustful rush of blood fills it with heat. It grows hard in her hand. The shaft comes to life
against her soft smooth skin winning another little laugh from her.

She wraps some nylon rope around my cock at the base and between the balls, making them swell, the
rope cutting between them. I grunt as the rope is drawn taunt against my sensitive shaft. I squirm in my
bonds, adjusting to the tight aching feeling in my manhood, the rope making my throbbing cock so
swollen and warm, engorged with blood.

“That’s better my pet,” she teases, giving my balls a little smack. “This will keep you cock nicely hard for
your Queen.” I let out a whimper as her nails slowly dig across the underside of my quivering shaft.
“You look so presentable, but something is missing.” The first sign of pre-cum bubbles up to my
mushroom head as she tiptoes close to my ear and whispers, “Don’t go anywhere, I will be right back.”
My pre-cum drips out of my tip as the sound of hers heels clicking against the floor fade. A hinge
creaks. The heels return. Then I let out a yell as the flogger connects with my back. I arch my body,
more surprised than hurt.

“Compose yourself, slave,” she commands firmly. “Stand straight and take it like a man.” I comply
moments before the flogger comes down again on my back. She strikes me again and again all over my
back, thighs, and buttocks. Not so slow that I can focus on anything other than standing straight through
the pain, but not so fast that I am not given time to feel each strike with the instrument. I compose myself
to keep her pleased, grunting from my suffering.

Until next time….Mistress Cassandra 1-800-730-7164