I was fast asleep when I felt something on my back and shoulders that made me stir. Mistress was on top of me.
She whispered into my ear, “I’m going to fuck you slut, I don’t care if you are ready.”
Before I could even let out a response, I felt her hand wrap around my mouth and felt her new training strap-on begin to press against my ass. Normally when using her strap-on Mistress is gentle and patient, but this isn’t what she wanted this morning. She wanted to use me hard , aggressively and intensely.
I heard a sound I recognized go ‘CLICK!’
She applied a small amount of shockingly cold lube to my slut hole and I felt the head of her strap-on enter me immediately after. It produced an odd but good sensation, one I had become familiar with feeling.
Normally at this point she may tease me, slowly go further but not this morning. But, suddenly I was roughed up, and wide awake as she began to fuck me , long and hard. I wasn’t trying to resist but each thrust caused me to move upward on the bed. Mistress obviously didn’t like this. She dragged me up by the hair until I was on all fours.
“Where are you trying to go slut? Can’t handle my morning wood?,” she teased.
My cries of pain and pleasure were ignored, as they often are, and she continued to use me like the slut she has spent years training me to be. My mind started to drift off, I could never place the feeling exactly of what mix of emotions I felt when she was deep inside me. To be honest, I turn into a slutty mess and drop into my sissy headspace and accept however much cock Mistress wants to give me.
I wasn’t sure how long she had been using me for, but she pulled me from my headspace when she said…
“We aren’t going to stop until you cum, you slut.”
Mistress always knows just what to say to get me hot and I begged for permission to touch myself.
“Please Mistress, please can I stroke my sissy cock?” I was practically drooling asking her.
She laughed cruelly and mocked my whimpering voice but allowed it. I had been feeling hyper-aroused since she began, so it didn’t take long for my arousal to escalate to nearly unbearable levels. Almost as soon as I began to touch myself I begged her again.
“Mistress I’m close, I’m close!“
This did not have the reaction I always hoped for, instead she did what she normally did. She laughed again, much louder and in my face this time. Her eyes were fixated on mine and then she looked down at my tiny sissy cock, it was swollen from her fucking me like a sissy.
“Stop touching yourself stupid slut!,” she yelled at me and I knew instantly what she was going to do. Even still, I obeyed.
Moments later my ruined orgasm dribbled out, pathetically and weakly. She laughed again, and she pulled her cock out of me, and pushed me down on the bed.
“I’m done with you slut, get up, tidy the bedroom and go and check your tasks for the day,” she said as she tossed a nearby towel, hitting me squarely in the face. Her aim was never off.
I laid on the bed, face down, catching my breath and checked my watch. Although it had felt like much longer, only 15 minutes ago I had been fast asleep, dreaming soundly next to her.
But honestly, there really is no other way I’d want to start my day and as my mantra says for her, “so that she may use me as she sees fit”.