The fair closed at 7 PM, by which time Prissy was an utter mess. She was made to serve over a hundred visitors and by now her face was completely covered in cum and piss. Her stomach was so full of sperm she had a really hard time keeping it down, but her dread of the punishment for messing up the booth was too strong. After being raped in the throat all day she still kept weeping and trembling in shock. She couldn’t wait to get out of this nightmare and back home, for a good night’s sleep in her holding cage.
Her heart throbbed in relief as she finally heard the familiar clicking of her Mistress’ heels approaching. She entered the booth, looked down at her and started to laugh.
“Oh my my. You had quite a day, didn’t you, honey? Ha ha ha! Oh fuck me. Now this is how a proper sissy cocksucker looks like."
Prissy started to bawl even louder, but her pleads were rendered completely unintelligible by the huge ring gag strapped between her jaws. Mistress Dominique reached for the wet wipes dispenser of the booth but found it empty. She sighed, took a wipe from her bag and started to clean up Prissy’s face. Soon enough the thick, sticky layer of yellowish-white slime was gone, revealing a pretty face covered with some comically overdone make-up. The neon pink lips, jet black eyelids and rosy cheeks were all, in fact, permanent tattoos so that no amount of abuse would tarnish them. They, of course, also served as a constant reminder for everyone about Prissy’s status as a lifelong sissy slave.
“There, there” purred the Mistress. “Much better. Now just two more things and you are ready for a good night’s sleep.” Prissy gave out a horrified shriek, making Dominique cackle up again. “What, you thought I'd release you for the night or something? Don’t be ridiculous. The fair will be open for two more days and setting you up again every morning would take way more effort than what your comfort is worth to me.”
With a wicked smile on her face she slowly raised a pink rubber dildo, then grabbed Prissy’s head and inserted it into her throat, silencing her panicked moans in an instant. The base of the dildo was a little wider so working it past the ring gag took a little finesse, but once it slipped into place there was no way Prissy could push it back out. It was her Mistress’ favourite way to gag her - due to her expertise in cocksucking she had little issues breathing with the dildo in her throat, but she still became completely unable to produce any sound.
Satisfied with the result Mistress Dominique left the booth and positioned herself by the cushioned stand Prissy was kneeling on. She pulled down her panties and took a few seconds to examine her nether regions. The tiny chastity cage holding her sissy clit captive was still in place, of course, just as the butt plug filling her ass. A short rubber catheter connected the two, forcing any piss Prissy produced straight into her backside and making sure she wouldn’t soil her panties. The Mistress released the contents of her bladder and rectum into an empty bottle, then sank the bottle into her bag for later use. She figured the visitors provided Prissy with enough cum and piss to keep her fed and hydrated for the time being, but once she would be back home the contents of the bottle were going to come handy to spice up her meals.
Once she ascertained Prissy’s ass was empty she removed her inflatable butt plug and replaced it with a different model. This one was covered with hard rubber studs and was one of the most dreadful items in Dominique’s huge inventory of torture instruments. As the plug was inflated the studs gradually grew into dull spikes, driving themselves deep into the walls of the poor victim’s anus and causing constant, unbearable pain. Worse yet, the more Prissy panicked and tried to push out the plug the deeper she forced the spikes into her own ass. The best way to get through the punishment was to relax her anal muscles and just bear with the agony, but this was a lot easier said than done. Moments after her Mistress inserted the studded plug into her butt she already started to breathe heavy and going rigid with pain, though, of course, still remained completely silent.
The Mistress returned to the booth and gave Prissy a stern look straight into her bulging, teary eyes.
“This, sissy” she informed her, “is your punishment for the miserable job you were doing today. I was told by not less than five different clients of yours that you kept gagging and retching while they were fucking your throat. I thought I made it crystal clear that this is no way to treat a cock. You have made me very, very disappointed, Prissy, and what’s worse, you have embarrassed me in front of my friends. I thought I trained you better than this, but it seems I will need to try harder. Much, much harder. In fact, allow me to correct myself - this plug is not a punishment. This is just a little aid to help you focus on your job. If your user ratings get better tomorrow I will consider removing it at the end of the day. If they don’t, I will cover it with hot sauce before pumping it even larger. And that will still not be your punishment. Your real punishment will start only once the fair is over and you are back home with me.”
She stared down at Prissy with a menacing look in her eyes and the sissy stared back in absolute terror.
“If you think you have already seen the worst of me… you will have to realize that is not the case at all. So get yourself together and prove yourself the good little cocksucker sissy slut I trained you to be, for your own fucking good. Did I make myself crystal fucking clear?”
Prissy did her best to nod despite her head being rendered completely immobile. Her Mistress flashed a cold smile at her.
“Excellent. See you this time tomorrow, then.” She pressed a kiss on her forehead and left. Prissy listened to the clicking of her heels until they disappeared in the distance.
Then she was just alone in the middle of the night, her head stuck in a blowjob booth, with a dildo in her throat and a spiked plug in her ass. She couldn’t stop sobbing and trembling in agony. She also couldn’t help her cock getting erect in her chastity cage and starting to drip precum into the catheter. She has never felt more miserable. She has never been more aroused.
After so many years spent in the service of Mistress Dominique he still couldn’t decide whether she was the most or least lucky sissy slave in the world.
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The fair closed at 7 PM, by which time Prissy was an utter mess. She was made to serve over a hundred visitors and by now her face was completely covered in cum and piss. Her stomach was so full of sperm she had a really hard time keeping it down, but her dread of the punishment for messing up the booth was too strong. After being raped in the throat all day she still kept weeping and trembling in shock. She couldn’t wait to get out of this nightmare and back home, for a good night’s sleep in her holding cage.
Her heart throbbed in relief as she finally heard the familiar clicking of her Mistress’ heels approaching. She entered the booth, looked down at her and started to laugh.
“Oh my my. You had quite a day, didn’t you, honey? Ha ha ha! Oh fuck me. Now this is how a proper sissy cocksucker looks like."
Prissy started to bawl even louder, but her pleads were rendered completely unintelligible by the huge ring gag strapped between her jaws. Mistress Dominique reached for the wet wipes dispenser of the booth but found it empty. She sighed, took a wipe from her bag and started to clean up Prissy’s face. Soon enough the thick, sticky layer of yellowish-white slime was gone, revealing a pretty face covered with some comically overdone make-up. The neon pink lips, jet black eyelids and rosy cheeks were all, in fact, permanent tattoos so that no amount of abuse would tarnish them. They, of course, also served as a constant reminder for everyone about Prissy’s status as a lifelong sissy slave.
“There, there” purred the Mistress. “Much better. Now just two more things and you are ready for a good night’s sleep.” Prissy gave out a horrified shriek, making Dominique cackle up again. “What, you thought I'd release you for the night or something? Don’t be ridiculous. The fair will be open for two more days and setting you up again every morning would take way more effort than what your comfort is worth to me.”
With a wicked smile on her face she slowly raised a pink rubber dildo, then grabbed Prissy’s head and inserted it into her throat, silencing her panicked moans in an instant. The base of the dildo was a little wider so working it past the ring gag took a little finesse, but once it slipped into place there was no way Prissy could push it back out. It was her Mistress’ favourite way to gag her - due to her expertise in cocksucking she had little issues breathing with the dildo in her throat, but she still became completely unable to produce any sound.
Satisfied with the result Mistress Dominique left the booth and positioned herself by the cushioned stand Prissy was kneeling on. She pulled down her panties and took a few seconds to examine her nether regions. The tiny chastity cage holding her sissy clit captive was still in place, of course, just as the butt plug filling her ass. A short rubber catheter connected the two, forcing any piss Prissy produced straight into her backside and making sure she wouldn’t soil her panties. The Mistress released the contents of her bladder and rectum into an empty bottle, then sank the bottle into her bag for later use. She figured the visitors provided Prissy with enough cum and piss to keep her fed and hydrated for the time being, but once she would be back home the contents of the bottle were going to come handy to spice up her meals.
Once she ascertained Prissy’s ass was empty she removed her inflatable butt plug and replaced it with a different model. This one was covered with hard rubber studs and was one of the most dreadful items in Dominique’s huge inventory of torture instruments. As the plug was inflated the studs gradually grew into dull spikes, driving themselves deep into the walls of the poor victim’s anus and causing constant, unbearable pain. Worse yet, the more Prissy panicked and tried to push out the plug the deeper she forced the spikes into her own ass. The best way to get through the punishment was to relax her anal muscles and just bear with the agony, but this was a lot easier said than done. Moments after her Mistress inserted the studded plug into her butt she already started to breathe heavy and going rigid with pain, though, of course, still remained completely silent.
The Mistress returned to the booth and gave Prissy a stern look straight into her bulging, teary eyes.
“This, sissy” she informed her, “is your punishment for the miserable job you were doing today. I was told by not less than five different clients of yours that you kept gagging and retching while they were fucking your throat. I thought I made it crystal clear that this is no way to treat a cock. You have made me very, very disappointed, Prissy, and what’s worse, you have embarrassed me in front of my friends. I thought I trained you better than this, but it seems I will need to try harder. Much, much harder. In fact, allow me to correct myself - this plug is not a punishment. This is just a little aid to help you focus on your job. If your user ratings get better tomorrow I will consider removing it at the end of the day. If they don’t, I will cover it with hot sauce before pumping it even larger. And that will still not be your punishment. Your real punishment will start only once the fair is over and you are back home with me.”
She stared down at Prissy with a menacing look in her eyes and the sissy stared back in absolute terror.
“If you think you have already seen the worst of me… you will have to realize that is not the case at all. So get yourself together and prove yourself the good little cocksucker sissy slut I trained you to be, for your own fucking good. Did I make myself crystal fucking clear?”
Prissy did her best to nod despite her head being rendered completely immobile. Her Mistress flashed a cold smile at her.
“Excellent. See you this time tomorrow, then.” She pressed a kiss on her forehead and left. Prissy listened to the clicking of her heels until they disappeared in the distance.
Then she was just alone in the middle of the night, her head stuck in a blowjob booth, with a dildo in her throat and a spiked plug in her ass. She couldn’t stop sobbing and trembling in agony. She also couldn’t help her cock getting erect in her chastity cage and starting to drip precum into the catheter. She has never felt more miserable. She has never been more aroused.
After so many years spent in the service of Mistress Dominique he still couldn’t decide whether she was the most or least lucky sissy slave in the world.