A taste from the Story Site:...
After I had both of her stocking feet soaked with my saliva, she put both feet on the floor. I took this as a signal to stop licking, but couldn’t look up to be sure. I couldn’t exactly reach them anymore anyway, since Joe tightened his grip on both my arms and my throat. I thought I had done a thorough job, but I was not to be rewarded.

"Oh my," Mistress Monica pronounced. "You seem to have gotten my pantyhose all wet. They won’t be much good to wear anymore with your saliva all over them." She stood up, lifted her skirt, and pulled the hose off. "You may as well finish the job though. Consider this my second gift today. I’m going to let you taste the juices of your goddess. I guess I’m just in a giving mood today." With that, she picked up the hose and shoved the crotch end into my mouth, then wrapped the legs around my head several times, turning them into a sort of gag.

She was right, I could taste her juices. She must have enjoyed having her feet licked and sucked just a little. This gave me some small pleasure to offset the fact that I was gagged again.

"I have been too easy on you today. Before I see to my own pleasure, I think I will make sure you understand pain. Joe, bend our little sissy slut over and hold her there please."

Joe did as he was told, and Monica disappeared from my sight. Joe never let go of his grip on my neck or my arms and I was beginning to see stars. Mistress Monica must have returned, because I felt my dress being lifted in the back. A hand rubbed me for a moment between my legs before pulling my tights and panties down just below my butt. My butt checks were spread apart slightly, and I felt a finger playing with my hole. It stopped momentarily, then began again, this time rubbing in some kind of lube. Again it stopped, and in a moment I felt a hard object being thrust inside me.

I lost consciousness. For how long, I couldn’t tell, but when I came too again, Joe’s hands had slackened a little, and I could feel a hand lightly stroking my penis. I gradually became hard, and it soon stopped. There was a little bit more fumbling, and I felt something being fastened around my shaft and balls. It felt like a thin leather thong with a clasp, which it turned out to be. No sooner was it fastened, than I felt some pulling at some other strap between my legs, and the device in my butt seemed to dig deeper in while the thong around my scrotum and penis got tighter.

"Stand him up," commanded the Mistress. Joe stood me up and the strap between my legs pulled even tighter, increasing my erection and the pressure in my butt. My panties and tights were pulled up and my dress straightened.
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