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Joyous by Throne (17 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-04-23 02:21:51 +0000 UTCJoyous!
By Throne
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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
JOYOUS
by Throne
Jay wasn't happy about where he was meeting the woman he'd met on-line. It was at the food court in a major mall. As she had instructed, he had lavender panties on under his slacks, ones with ruffles all over the seat. He wondered if the extra material gave his bottom a filled-out appearance. And he was wearing a bra under his shirt. The bra was pale pink and his shirt, as she had insisted, was white, so that the undergarment showed through very slightly. She had permitted him to wear a sport coat, which covered most of it. When he requested to be allowed to also put on a sweater vest she denied him in a few curt words.
SISSY SLAVES DON'T NEGOTIATE. THEY OBEY.
He sighed as he walked through the mall. No one was actively looking at him, yet he felt like every eye was drawn to his secret. The woman he had contacted -- or more correctly, the Mistress -- used the name Astrid, which might or might not be real. He had applied to be her submissive two weeks ago. She took her time responding and he feared he wouldn't hear back from her at all. Then, when she did send and e-mail, it demanded a photo of him in lingerie. He had long wanted to take some selfies but had lacked the courage to do it. Being told to by a dominant woman was different. He put on a filmy top with spaghetti straps. I came down to slightly below his navel. Then there were bikini-cut panties. His slender figure was well shown off, as was the fact that he had removed all of his body hair. Holding the camera at arm's length, his hand trembling, he took several pictures. The ones of him in front of and on his bed, with cream-colored satin sheets on it, were the best. He sent his three favorites and then had to wait several more days for her next communication.
That was the message that told him where and when to meet, and that he must wear the required items under his street clothes. It was scary. As he neared the food court he even considered a cowardly retreat. Maybe it wasn't time yet for such an encounter. But if not now, when would it be right? So he pulled back his narrow shoulders, raised his weak chin, and summoned up what resolve he could manage. Looking across the clustered tables and booths he saw an attractive woman in a casual blouse and skirt combination. He guessed her to be in her mid-20s, with fine features, a trim yet curvy figure, and -- he noted as he got closer -- slim elegant hands. She also had a purple beret atop her flowing blond hair, which was there to identify her. He went to the small table where she sat with a cup of coffee.
Her eyes met his and she nodded toward the chair opposite her. He sat and she took a sip of her coffee, evaluating him with cool blue eyes. At last she spoke.
"Hello, Jay. Even without that bra peeking at me you'd look like a wimp." She had a clutch bag which she unzipped to take out a lipstick. Very deliberately she held the tube under the table and let it drop to the floor. "Clumsy me. Could you scrunch under there and pick that up?"
He went all hot and cold at the same time. What he was about to do might look innocent to the diners around them, or they might sense that it was an act of submission. His arms and legs refused to operate for long seconds but then he eased back his chair. Jay got down on his knees. The lipstick was between her sleek black shoes, which had two inch block heels. He swallowed with difficulty, his mouth dry. She was giving him a good look at her stockinged calves and knees, with just a glimpse of inner thighs. He couldn't suppress a moan of longing. He wanted to prostrate himself before her.
Jay strained for the lipstick but she put her foot on it. He had to reach delicately under the sole of her shoe to work the tube free. At last he had it in his hand and was able to back out and return to his chair. His face felt warm and he was sure it was flushed. Astrid gave him a neutral look and took another sip from her cup. He offered her the lipstick.
She told him, "Put it in your shirt pocket. Later I might want you to use it on your mouth. Think about that while I finish my coffee."
He tried not to fidget while she lingered over the final sips. Then, with no announcement or instructions, she got up and walked away. He was confused. Was he supposed to follow? Jay rose and hurried after her, trying not to be obvious about his haste. He caught up and put himself alongside her.
Without looking at him she instructed, "Walk three steps behind me."
When he did it he once more felt like the center of attention, even though there was still no one taking any special notice of the drama being played out. Astrid strolled into Vivian's Delight, a store specializing in sexy underthings. Suddenly Jay was surrounded by bras and panties and corsets, stockings and garter belts. There was also a selection of sleepwear and a display of lovely scarves. Astrid felt the material of several items, shopping as if she was alone. A cute young salesgirl approached her.
The clerk asked, "Is there anything special?"
Astrid looked meaningfully at Jay, drawing the employee's attention to him. "I'd like a bra and some panties. Also a baby doll nightie. And a corset. Plus one of those scarves for myself."
It was like the young lady had X-ray eyes and could see not only Jay's bra but also his kinky inner self. He bit his lips and shifted his feet, making his shame obvious. The clerk shared a private smile with Astrid and began to make suggestions. They eyed Jay frequently, making him even more self conscious. After what seemed like an hour but was probably closer to half that, numerous selections were ready to be purchased.
As the girl moved behind the cash counter, Astrid turned to Jay and raised her eyebrows. He understood, got out his wallet, and produced a charge card. The clerk rang up the sale and gave him the impressive total. With numb fingers he inserted the card into the reader and paid for it all. The young woman put everything into a large pink shopping bag with handles and the store's name emblazoned across it in large curling letters. He reluctantly accepted it and followed Astrid back out into the mall. Once again walking a short distance behind her, he wondered if people would think he was by himself and maybe even wonder if he had bought something from Vivian's Delight for his own use. Or maybe they would assume he had purchased a gift for the female in his life. He could only hope they would surmise the latter.
Astrid exited from the mall and went straight to a sporty, late model car. She opened the driver's door and remotely popped the trunk. He put the bag back there and moved to the passenger side. She flipped down her visor and checked her make-up in an attached mirror, while he stood awkwardly outside. A man heading for his own car noticed him and looked in his direction just a bit too long for Jay's comfort. At last Astrid opened his side and he got in. She put on her seat belt and he fastened his. Without a word she pulled out and headed away from the shopping mall.
He realized he didn't know where he was being taken or how he would get back to his car. A feeling of weightless vulnerability overcame him. He didn't want to swivel his head to stare at Astrid, but did risk turning just his eyes. She was concentrating on where she was going and for all the notice she paid him he might not have even been there. They went down a stretch of highway familiar to him and then turned off onto a side road he'd never used. Soon they were rolling through a wooded area. She took a turn onto a narrower road with no shoulder and very few street lights. Soon even the light poles stopped and they were in heavily forested territory. At last she turned onto an access road which led to a split level home that was well kept up, with a neatly maintained yard. Astrid drove up the long driveway and into an open garage. The garage door closed behind them with a loud whirring. She got out and so did he. The trunk had been unlocked again and he lifted the lid to retrieve her bag. Once more he followed her, this time through a breezeway and in the side door. He trailed her into the living room.
She took the bag and told him, "Strip down to your bra and panties."
Like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole, he felt disoriented and unsure. But he obeyed and was soon standing there in just his feminine underthings. She showed him where to put his clothes and said he should put the lipstick in his bra. Then she came close to inspect him. Astrid ran her fingertips lightly over his arm, down his ribs, and across his tummy.
She told him, "You're nice and smooth. Make sure you stay that way."
When she appeared to be waiting for a response he said, "Yes, Ma'am."
Astrid got comfortable on the sofa. "Let's see how you walk. Put plenty of swish into it."
Jay had an abrupt urge to flee, but that was no longer an option. His male clothes were in the garage, his keys, money and ID in his pants, and his car miles away at the mall. He wasn't sure he could find his way back from this remote location, even if he had transportation. So he put on his best sissy gait and circled the room, hips rolling, arms out slightly, wrists limp. No one had ever seen him this way, observed how he moved when he was in feminine mode. He put one hand on the side of his face and the other over his heart, also cocking his head to the side, and posed for a moment. Then he walked again, giving it more of a fashion runway style.
"Now," the seated woman decided, "get naughty."
What did she expect? He stood in front of her and held the cups of his slightly padded bra. Then he ran his hands down his body, hoping the action was sensual, licked his lips, and finished with one hand on his crotch. Astrid rewarded him with a faint smile. He was elated to have pleased her, even if only a little bit.
She went on, "Let's see what you're hiding in those pretty panties."
Blushing furiously, he lowered the tiny garment and exposed his male parts. Jay was very aware of how his hairless pubes added to his unmanly image.
"Well," Astrid decided, "I can see why you turned out to be a sissy and need a strong woman's hand to control you. That is a laughably small penis, with balls to match. Do you realize how silly it looks?"
"Y... yes, Ma'am."
"And that no woman would ever want it?"
"Yes."
"You should be grateful I'm not laughing out loud. But I can't be responsible for how Robert will react."
"R... Robert?"
"Oh," she said with feigned innocence. "Did I forget to mention that I have a partner who helps me conduct my scenarios? I hope you don't mind."
She obviously didn't care if he minded or not. In fact, she visibly relished his shock and upset at her revelation. When she took her phone and hit a preset number, Jay could only stand there with his arms crossed over his chest, thighs pressed tightly together.
Astrid said, "Robert, our new plaything is here."
Jay trembled. He heard someone approaching. A tall, powerful looking man entered the room. He squinted at Jay's nominal male parts, chortled, and then came straight up to the submissive, faced him, and put a big hand on his bare shoulder.
Without taking his gaze off Jay, he asked Astrid, "Has this one been behaving?"
"Well, he's a bit too emotional. Trying to make me go easy on him, I imagine, with his sad eyes and pouty expressions."
"Sounds like he needs to be brought into line."
"Made to understand that we won't tolerate him being manipulative."
Robert wanted to know, "How about a good spanking for the pansy?"
"I'm sorry to put you through the bother, Robert, but it's better to do it now than to put up with his attitude and just have to do it later."
Jay's mind was racing. He hadn't been difficult. Or tried to influence them. They were being so unfair. He had only anticipated a mild session of being dressed and maybe ordered around. This was beyond what he wanted. As Robert's strong hand clamped around Jay's slim upper arm, the smaller man understood that everything was out of his control, if it had ever been at all in his control up until then, which he doubted.
Robert pulled him along to a wooden chair. The confident man turned Jay toward him, so near that their bodies touched.
"Will this be your first spanking?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"That's 'Yes, Sir'."
"I'm sorry. Y... yes, Sir."
"But you've been dreaming of something like this. Haven't you?"
"No. I mean yes. But only as a fantasy. I'm not sure if I want..."
That was as far as he got before Robert roughly spun him around, sat on the chair, and dragged Jay across his lap.
He asked gruffly, "What's your sissy name?"
"It's... Joy. Sir."
"Well, Joy, prepare to have your princess bottom properly tanned."
Close to tears, sniffling, Jay said, "Yes, Sir." He remembered something from sissy fiction he had read and added, "Thank you, Sir."
Robert chuckled appreciatively at that sign of surrender. He yanked Jay's ruffled panties down further, getting them around his thighs. In no hurry, he laid his hand over the upturned backside and left it there. Jay had never been touched like that by a man. It made his sense of helplessness much more intense. Robert fondled one buttock. Jay whimpered. At the same time, the voluntary victim -- or semi-voluntary, depending on how you think of his situation -- experienced a familiar tingling in his below-average dick. Oh no. He was getting aroused by being over Robert's lap, being touched, and about to get a hard spanking on his bare rump. Would the controlling man be aware of it? That would be utterly embarrassing for Jay. Without meaning too, he squirmed atop those muscular hairy thighs.
Robert said, "Feels like somebody really wants to get smacked. Is that it, Joy?"
"I... don't think so."
"No. I believe you really want it. Let me ask you again. Are you eager to be spanked, Joy?"
Understanding what was expected of him, Jay answered with his tongue feeling thick in his mouth, "Yes, S... Sir. I want to be spanked."
"Then you have to ask for it. And don't be shy."
Jay took a deep breath. His mind was full of mixed feelings. "I really want to be spanked, Sir. I..." He exhaled. "I'm a naughty sissy and deserve it. That's why I want it. So I can learn not to try to influence my..." He used the next word automatically. "... Master. And my Mistress. Master Robert and Mistress Astrid. Please spank your misbehaving sissy and teach him a lesson."
"That's more like it." Robert gave Jay's bum a few kneads, as if gauging how hard to swat it.
Astrid must have noticed because she said, "Robert, do you think it should be with your hand or one of our weapons of ass destruction? I was considering that new hairbrush I just got."
"Hmmm." He stroked Jay's upper thigh. "We could let Joy decide."
"That's reasonable. After all, it's her pretty pale bottom that's going to be turned nice and red."
"So, Joy," Robert said, rubbing Jay's scrotum and adding to his stimulation. "Which should it be for your inaugural fanny-whacking? My hand or the hairbrush?"
Jay was flustered. He wasn't sure he wanted either. The hand would be more intimate, which he preferred to avoid. But the brush could be more painful, which was a poor alternative. And either choice might be an excuse for them to accuse him of a further attempt to top from the bottom, which could cost him additional mistreatment. He struggled to come up with the best answer.
"I'm... it's just that... whichever one..."
"Oh," Robert said as if with sudden understanding. "I get it. You can't make a choice because you want both. Typical sissy greed. I'll just start you off with my hand..." He punctuated that by giving Jay's balls a mild squeeze. "... and finish up with the brush."
Astrid got up and took the brush from a drawer in an end table. She sat back down but kept it on her lap where it could be seen. Jay shivered and tried to calm his agitated breathing. Robert raised his capable arm and held it poised above the target. Jay couldn't believe how far he had come since arriving at the mall not that long ago. He involuntarily tensed. Robert brought his arm down fast and smacked the unprotected bottom hard. He kept moving, striking several more times in rapid succession. Then he paused so they could watch and listen and Jay writhed, mewling sadly, blinking back tears. With impeccable timing Robert struck again, delivering another half dozen blows, pushing Jay from sobbing to crying. The victim held onto the legs of the chair. His lower limbs wouldn't stay still. He bit his lips in a futile attempt to staunch his weeping. Robert delivered another rain of swats that had Jay bawling.
Astrid remarked, "His cheeks are coloring up nicely. I adore that shade of pink."
"Wait until I turn it to red," Robert suggested. "You'll like that even more."
He peppered Jay's sitter with another flurry of smacks, which left the sissy blubbering. When Robert held out his hand, Astrid came and gave him the hairbrush. It was wooden and sufficiently wide to maximize it punishing effects. Robert hefted it, as if determining its weight and coverage. Jay gripped the chair more tightly. His legs had been thrashing but now he was determined to keep them still, to salvage any remaining shreds of his damaged pride. Robert smiled to himself and winked at Astrid. This wasn't their first session with a novice sub. They recognized the last-ditch attempt to hold onto his masculinity. These types could be so conflicted about their desires, but the dominant pair were adept at making them see their true selves.
Without warning, Robert brought the brush down hard, producing a loud fleshy smack. Jay wailed. Astrid quivered with desire. A barrage of blows followed, until Jay was squealing non-stop, his tail end getting redder by the second, even swelling slightly. Robert stopped. There was a frozen moment interrupted only by Jay's ragged breathing. The big man allowed him to regain a modicum of self-control and then repeated the brutal storm of wood-against-flesh. By the time he was done, Jay was alternately gasping and heaving deep sobs. His nose was running and his cheeks were streaked with tears. His hair was wet with perspiration and stuck to his forehead.
Robert stood up, bringing Jay with him, and supporting him once he was upright. He said, "You liked that. Admit it."
"I don't know," Jay replied shakily.
"Your tiny dick says otherwise," Astrid observed.
He checked and saw his penis was sticking out in defiance of any doubts he might have. There was even a drop of clean fluid on its tip.
"So?" Robert want to know.
"I... I liked it," Jay confessed. "I really liked it. My bum is on fire. But I'm absolutely aroused."
"Then you'd better do something about that," Astrid advised. "Pull up those panties and jerk yourself off into them. Go ahead. No more beating around the bush. Just beating your meat. What little there is of it."
Too overcome to resist, he bent and raised his girly underwear. Then he gripped his demanding dick through the material and pumped it. Jay sniffled. This was devastatingly humiliating. With avid interest, the pair watched him shame himself. He was so overheated that it didn't take long to produce the desired result. Jay moaned... groaned... let out a dismayed cry... and messed his panties with a load of fresh cream.
After he had been allowed a few moments to settle back down, Astrid assumed a commanding tone and told him, "That was just awful. You can keep those sticky panties on as a reminder of how little self control you possess. Honestly, Joy, you are the worst sissy I've ever encountered."
Jay cringed under her words but he couldn't deny how fulfilled he was. She plucked the lipstick out of his bra and applied it to his mouth, not being careful at all. When she was done and took him by the ear to march him to a nearby mirror, he saw that she had inexpertly made a big red scrawl on and around his lips. His knees felt weak. This was more than he could ever have anticipated. Or hoped for. Without being told to, he sank to his knees before them.
"Thank you, Mistress, for helping me see my true self. And thank you, Master, or taking me past what I thought were my limits. Both of you awakened me to who I truly am."
"That's what we wanted to hear," Astrid told him.
"Glad you liked being manhandled and getting your butt reddened," Robert added.
"I just hope..." Jay paused before daring to express what had become his fondest wish. "... that you will accept me as your sissy plaything, for as often and as long as you please, all terms and conditions to be set by you. I will have no say in how I am treated or any... extreme changes... you wish to make to me."
The couple stood over him and exchanged a soulful kiss while embracing passionately.
"Maybe we can do that," she said noncommittally. "But first there are some pretty things to try on. And tests you have to pass. Let's all head to the bedroom and get started."
Robert grabbed the shopping bag. Jay followed them on hands and knees. Maybe he HADN'T found the extent of his limits yet. But now he was willing to try. Even eager. Jay felt good. Joy was joyous.
