The Slave and the Sissy Part 2

I then probed deep into her tight hole, my sense of submission magnified a thousand times by this act; owned and licking the arse of a dominant woman. All too soon Ella moaned long and hard, as she fingered herself to oblivion; her anus clenching at my tongue as she indulged in a glorious orgasm. She rocked back and forth as I stretched my tongue as far up her glorious anus as I could get it. I was so disappointed when she pulled my head away. I looked down at my caged cock. Ella laughed and wagged her figure at me.

“I know you are usually allowed relief at this point, but I have something special for you later. You will have many opportunities to come for me. You must be patient!” She giggled as she spoke which somehow eased the tease and my need to come. What was this treat?

Ella had me bathe and dry her pussy and bottom, which did not ease the situation; her body drove me wild with desire. She regained her leggings and I was leashed and followed her down some stairs and through a corridor to the rear of her room. The sun shone through the vaulted archways as I watched her sweet bottom move before me. We came to a huge room, the entrance guarded by two eunuchs; though they remained straight faced, and I could detect the envy in their eyes as they viewed my cage, indicating I was still intact. The entrance was wide open though, and the huge glassless windows either side were barred symbolically, rather than to detain occupants; a large man could squeeze between the bars. They were there to emphasise the state of bondage to the harem girls who were now on full view to me; Ella having ordered me to stand against the bars, facing the girls and not move. My cock throbbed as I viewed the succulent beauties within. Some wore tight little panties, others wore silken togas, and others were naked except for chiffon body suits. The soft scent emanating from the room drove me crazy. One dusky African beauty approached the bars, deftly displayed her pussy as she slipped her finger between lush brown lips, then had me sniff and lick her finger. Another, in chiffon, sprawled over a leather futon before me, lifting her bottom enticingly to allow me a full view of both her sweet love entrances. Mistress re-appeared; I looked at her with wanting eyes. She smiled back.