Little sissy boy’s who find themselves looking at the bulge in a mans pants and salivating all over themselves as they fantasize about tasting and placing their mouths over it are in luck…. I can stuff your mouth full of some large black cock and watch you breath through your ears while I give you a reason to struggle against my knees pinning your arms down and I feed you 8 or more inches of My strap-on.

Struggle and scream little boy as you get the pleasure of wrapping your thin little lips around My big black cock and watch them stifled behind the gag reflex. Your hands and arms strain against the weight of my body baring down on your limbs so that your fighting does nothing but exhaust you.

Do a good job little cocksucker and you will get rewarded. Be an eager and motivated little boy and you may find yourself impaled on the same apparatus while you struggle to get away and only finding yourself milked to completion with no orgasm to fulfill and tantalize your body.

What a wonderful vision that was to wake up to. Now, maybe one of you boys would find it in your hearts to make that phone call to help Me enjoy the reality of it. Make that call NOW!

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*Warning: Some elements of this story are considered taboo, but please remember in reading this, that this is a FANTASY! **Thank you to the Mr. S for contributing to this fantasy!*

Mr. S was clear as to what attire he wanted them in. A small schoolgirl skirt, no blouse, ring-gagged and tethered together. I could definitely manage his requests. I had no problem in doing so. The actual act in itself was the best part, and I was insistent about being a part of that. It was in the contract and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Mr S. was escorted to our industrial center located about 10 miles from the nearest main road.  We had the building built specially for this purpose, with high ceilings and many rooms decorated with devices and pulley systems that

The first girl was stripped of her top and her little school girl skirt ripped until there wasn’t much covering her little sensitive bits. The other girl was done up the same. They both were put in arm sleeves that thrust their small flat chest outward. Each girl was already sobbing and pleading for mercy. I tuned them out while Mr. S sat in the corner smoking his cigar and smiling with a cheshire cat grin.

I had to admit, seeing the cheeks of these two girls streaked with black because of mascara and eye-liner streaking from their tears, made Me very arroused. I was hard pressed to ignore the pheromones from the corner and from My own arousal.

The girls were soon gagged with “O” ring gags. Mr. S had ever intension to use all of the holes, good and strong. Making them air-tight was actually an intriguing idea and as Mr. S worked on fucking the mouth of one of them, i was busy tying the other one to a hook on the pulley system. Reaching for a foot, the young girl kicked and screamed at me and in turn I grabbed her ankle stretching it high above her bending her into a backwards “U.” After tethering her well, I lowered her down to Mr. S’s waist where he persued to fuck her face into a huge red mass of tears and snot streaming down her face.

I found my impliments and proceeded to find my favorite cane. The girls were thoroughly fightless by this time knowing that they could do nothing in their plight. My cane reached the tender cheeks of the blonde girl who swung helplessly in front of Me. She began to struggle slightly and at the same time, she knew that her ass was Mine. My first strike struck the tender ’sweet spot’ that all women have. I knew that she eventually would give into the pain, but I wasn’t ready to allow it. A tap here, a tap there, each one leaving a welt in a beautiful parallel mark. Next, I handed my single tail to Mr. S and as he took aim he made an orchestra of music as it swung through the air only to crack and streak the front sides of the itty bitty breasted teens that hung helplessly in the air in front of him. Each crack brough them closer and closer to being mindless tramps. Just what he wanted.

He bought and paid for the elite services of Lady Velvet. The ending of this story, I believe, is for only the elite that pay for My services.

*Warning: Some elements of this story are considered taboo, but please remember in reading this, that this is a FANTASY! **Thank you to the Mr. S for contributing to this fantasy!*

Phone rings on Lady V’s desk and she reaches for it while her computer monitor spreads the light across her face and she reads from one of the monitors His instant message.

“Here are some of the photo’s that I have of some of the girls I am interested in,” He writes.

“Elite Services, this is Lady Velvet. What can I offer you?” I ask.

“Well, hello Lady V! This is Mr. S. We have been discussing the arrangement online through a secure connection. Are you still interested in providing me with what I am looking for?” he asks.

“Of course. We have dealt with this type of service for many years with no problem. Is this a “catch & release” or will we have a disposal to deal with?” I ask.

“Money is no option. I have unlimited cash at my disposal, therefore, I wish to own them for as long as they will hold out, and let you deal with the clean-up.”

“Wonderful!” I said, hearing the dollar signs adding up in my head. There was nothing better than a new referral coming to my office and the key words of “money-is-no-option” ringing very true. “So, let’s see what you have in mind Mr. S.”

Clicking on some of the links that were sent to me, I began perusing what he had that tickled his fancy. He liked them young. VERY young. Some so flat chested it was hard to tell if it was just bad family genes or if was the lack of puberty. The braces on some of their smiles didn’t help matters and as I perused more of the images, some of them had a very hauty and ‘tarty’ look to their face. My thoughts started to veer along the lines of “they are asking for the trouble that is about to come their way.”

“Do you see anything you like?” His low and sensual voice pulled me out of my hypnotic lull.

“To be honest, it is not necessarily what I like, but what tickles your fancy,” I replied. “I am more the voluptuous girl looking for the same. Something with curves and more experience under their belt. But I am not opposed to seeing the tears streaming down one of these girls faces while you enjoy your evening with them.”

“Good.”

I could hear the tension in his voice and his breathing start to get heavier as we spoke. I had a feeling that this man had his hard cock in his hand as he spoke to me about the events to come and looking at these young tarts pictures sent more than just stimulating thought’s into his imagination, but a realistic process that he had yet to address.

“This must excite you.” I said.

“Of course. The thought of seeing their innocence lost and the black streams of tears down their cheeks while they are bound and used is ideal. The idea that it just might be turning you on is quite sexy as well.”

That statement had caught me off guard slightly. I wasn’t aware of my own arousal yet as this was business and as much as I was a sadist at heart, I definately didn’t mix much in the way of pleasure and business. But he was right… I was excited. I think more at the idea of the money flowing into my bank account than he and I entwined in a sadistic ballet with a young woman scared shitless, hogtied in the building we owned on the outskirts of town.

“How about the next one?” he asked.

This one caught my eye. More curves and a smug look on her face that needed wiping off with one quick slap with the back of my hand.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage.

I was surprised at the thought that his likes were easily becoming mine as far as stature, look, and appeal of these young girls.

The conversation about “who” had definitely offered itself two possibilities. The when was yet to come.

Mr. S was clear as to what attire he wanted them in. A small schoolgirl skirt, no blouse, ring-gagged and tethered together. I could definitely manage his requests. I had no problem in doing so. The actual act in itself was the best part, and I was insistent about being a part of that. It was in the contract and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

(To be continued…)