“That’s it Sissy, just two dainty fingers, nice and slow. I’m sure you will last longer like this, and enjoy a little more time out of chastity… oooh maybe not, that was faster than ever! Never mind, let’s pop it back in it’s cage for another month.”
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Sissy watched on in awe as Mistress rode her new toy. Was it really average size? It made Sissy feel inadequate in comparison, especially as Mistress abandoned herself to a shattering climax unlike anything Sissy had witnessed. Sissy realised for the first time that Mistress may never feel the need to release her ‘little thing’ from its cage.
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Tinkle Bella Part 4
These days, I am rarely in the house when I allow her the ‘pleasure’ of milking nights. Instead I prefer to go out on the town, to be being wined and dined by Brad my hunk of a lover. Bella is left with her fat new milking tool, which I picked out to best match Brad’s impressive size. Her face was a picture of shock and wonder when I first presented that masculine monster to her; it is over three times the length and much thicker than her unsatisfying teeny clitty was before I locked it away and hung a little bell on it. I hope she appreciates the size and feel as much as I do the real thing, if not she will just have to adapt, as I have thrown out her smaller toys. At least she must be grateful that her time alone with her plastic lover is now only limited by my evening out.
Of course she can hear how much I love the real thing when I return from my dates and take Brad to my bed, he makes me scream so loudly, and the small walk-in closet that now serves as the maid’s room has only a slatted door, which can’t possibly muffle the sounds of our lengthy and repeated passions. I think Bella spies on our lovemaking through the slats, I always leave the light on and ensure the duvet ends up on the floor just in case she is curious. I bet she wishes she had been capable of bringing me such pleasure, instead of those quick unsatisfactory fumblings at the beginning of our marriage, before I put a stop to such nonsense and trained his tongue to pleasure me instead.
Once Brad has left and I switch off the light I can’t help but smile at my wonderful new lifestyle, as I await the cute sound of my little tinkling Bella crawling up between my spread thighs to dutifully lick clean my full and satisfied pussy.
The End
“It’s been six months, since we agreed I could take a lover, and it’s been so wonderful for all of us hasn’t it? Me and Brad have had six glorious months of satisfying sex, and you have had six months without having to pretend to be a man.
“We had a little drink to celebrate earlier, you probably heard us partying, we finished the champagne but we saved you a little somthing to mark the occasion. Now open up and then we can see if you deserve a little time out of that chastiity cage. Six months is a long time isn’t it?”
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“OK Sissy, he’s gone now, you can come in from the cold. Have you been peeking through the window…. No? Well in that case I have a couple of little surprises waiting for you, I hope you are hungry.”
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Tinkle Bella Part 3
Of course Bella took a lot of training before she became this efficient. Many an evening was spent with Bella writhing on my lap during her paddling sessions, and many a long night I had to listen to the gentle sound of weeping and clinking chains from the corner of my room while she endured her posture punishments. But, I am sure she would agree, it has all been worth it. Not only have her punishments become rare, her rewards are less of a chore for me also. She is learning how to gain release with the milking tools I leave her when she has especially pleased me, so I no longer have the unpleasant task of unlocking her embarrassing little clitty.
I do miss the sound of the lengthy, frantic and frustrated efforts on her special milking evenings. Her little bell was at its loudest and most urgent, and could even be heard from downstairs if I turned down the stereo. Even when I wasn’t of a mind to listen, I am sure the whole street could hear the unladylike groaning that resulted from those rare occasions that she reached relief before her two hour time limit. Of course the irony comes from how little time and effort it used to take to reward her when I still used the key. Her rewards were so infrequent that usually her little clitty would spurt it’s naughty sissy spew as soon as I released it from it’s cute pink prison, and it never took more than a quick two fingered pull of her lacy gloved hand. I am sure, deep down, the extended probing and pounding she now requires to dribble out her built up goo must be more satisfying to her, even if the process is less reliable. Besides she no longer seems to lack the urgency of spirit that invariably followed the old method, a frustrated maid is an attentive maid in my book.