Humiliated for Mommy

Humiliated for Mommy
by Ona Nism

Just as they had promised, Mommy and her friend Mary had done their best to continue their humilation and teasing of me – breaking down my self-esteem until I was a pathetic, always horny slut – willing to degrade myself however it pleased them – all so I could cum again.

These days my mind continually swirled with lust-filled thoughts – and my little sissy-stick was locked up in a chastity tube so all I could do was caress my own nipples. It was such an exquisite sensation – but it made me even hornier and more humiliated each time I did it. It was a vicious, vicious cycle – the horniness from being locked in chastity was driving me out of my mind, a constant, never ending and overwhelming force in my body and mind. My brain burned with thoughts of new humiliations and soft, teasing caresses and words designed to make me feel even more pathetic and worthless, even as they inflamed my desire.

My poor cock strained in it’s curved chastity tube, unable to fully erect, but with blood constantly trying to flood it’s bulging veins. It was yet another delicious agony I suffered for the privilege of serving my Mommy and her friends.

Mommy was a brunette goddess, 5’8” tall with 38GG breasts and the most perfect legs you’d ever seen. She was 38 years old, and devastating in the short skirts and high heels she liked to wear all the time. Her friend Mary, as devious as she, was a stunning blond with smaller breasts, but beautiful wholesome features which betrayed nothing of her wicked nature.

Today Mommy had me dressed in white nylons and v-shaped lace panties. My swollen testes bulged out obscenely on either side of the panties. She had soaked me in a very feminine perfume called Poison. I was wearing one of her brunette wigs, “my” long, lush hair brushing down across my shoulders. She had also made up up like a whore – with wild red lipstick and heavy black mascara and eyeliner on my already naturally long lashes.

Oh, they loved to tease me about that! “With your pretty lashes you make such a nice little girl! In fact, you’re more of a girl than a boy, aren’t you? A real boy wouldn’t let his Mommy put his weenis in a little tube so it couldn’t get hard and then lock it up, would he? No, a real boy wouldn’t let me do that.”

And Mary would chime in and say things like, “Oh, he loves being a femmy little girl-slut. Just look at the way he melts when we softly stroke his nipples. Just like a precious little girl! See how he squirms and sighs – you’d think he was moaning to be fucked like a girl – you want a nice hard cock in your pussy hole, don’t you? Of course you do, you can’t think about anything but sex and humiliating yourself now.” And then they would giggle to themselves and sometimes give each other deep kisses while I watched and squirmed and felt the pressure in my dick that would never stop now.

Today they had something special planned for me.