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Two Bulls & Two Sissy Sluts: Femdom Fiction
Based on real life English Mansion events

I stripped as I was told to, while Mistress Sidonia selected my attire. Subjectively the stripping was something I enjoyed and embraced for its inherent symbolism. I was discarding more than my garments, I was razing my psyche, my sense of who I purported to be as a vanilla person. Like my former wardrobe it now lay on the ground around me, utterly dejected while I happily trampled over it.

Mistress Sidonia presented me with her choice of sissy lingerie and ordered me to get dressed. The creation phase now began, bit by little bit. I stepped into the pink satin panties, the fundamental and most potent cornerstone in the construction of my new and authentic self. I could feel my appetite for filth increasing, almost keening in its eagerness to be satiated. I zipped up the pink PVC thigh boots along my legs and stepped into them, gingerly taking a few steps, finding my feet as it were in this slutty reality. I walked up and down in them, a counter intuitive sense of empowerment building.

With svelte strokes Mistress Sidonia applied make up to my face – foundation, eyes, lips and eyelashes. I sat like an obedient puppy as she utterly transformed me, my anticipation building as I tried to imagine how I was looking. Make up done, she put me in a pink pussy chastity device. The selection of a blonde wig completed the picture and like some latter-day misbegotten Dorian Gray I stepped forward to the full-length mirror to view my portrait. Oh, what blissful ruin Mistress Sidonia had wrought. I stood transfixed by this Eton mess of a sissy slut looking back at me, ready to be served up to the salivating mouths of anyone who wanted me.

I stood beside my sissy counterpart, with sideways glances admiring her deportment and poise. We were ordered to kneel. Mistress Sidonia and Lady Sara Borgia towered totemically over us, their power and aura something visceral, almost physical in its intensity. The exercise of their dominance became quickly apparent with the introduction of two finely honed bulls. The meat on display was truly impressive, and it was ready for action. The Mistresses engaged in some teasing dialogue as to the employment of their sissies vis a vis the Bulls, until they amusingly decided on a schedule of entertainment.

First, we were ordered to perform a lap dance for the Bulls. Sans pole we both took our turns. The other sissy was a pro and a real turn on. My turn came and I went for it, endeavouring to create a dirty sexy spectacle, my hips and pelvic gyrations a natural expression of the whore Mistress Sidonia had made of me. Told to move onto the Bull’s lap I turned and danced in front of the Mistresses as I teased him with my little sissy tushi, moving it in over his lap and rubbing it up his groin. I knew the whore I was in that moment, and I fucking loved it.

Then came the next order of business – a cock sucking rating competition. In turn we were ordered to perform. I looked at the other sissy licked the shaft of the first Bull, her experience obvious as she went down on him, her mouth taking his enormous protuberance with apparent ease. My turn came. Anxious to improve on previous performances I set to work licking the big black shaft of the other Bull, my determination to do well and please the Mistresses and the Bull enhancing my greed for his quite magnificent penis. My tongue glided lustily over his outstanding shaft, as it sought to cover every inch. I was then ordered onto the head, licking it before placing my lips on it. Its musky scent enveloped my senses as I waited for the command to start sucking. It came and I alighted on it, moving it into my oral cavity. I wanted to take as much of it as I could, and I embraced it with gusto. I pushed my mouth further onto it, striving to improve my previously lackluster rating. It was fucking seismic. I worked on establishing a rhythm. Fleetingly, I tried to picture myself, on my knees in front of this wonderful Bull, his magnificent manhood filling my mouth. Mistress Sidonia and Lady Sara Borgia conducted a running commentary and sought the Bull’s opinion. Then I was told to stop, and we switched Bulls. The other Bull was a real force of nature, and the brute assertiveness of his cock certainly reflected that. I had to adjust to its girth as I went onto it like there was no tomorrow. The Mistresses continued their commentary until their ordered a cessation and the Bulls were invited to proffer their rating. At least I had improved somewhat, but the other sissy’s slut’s experience and competence shone through.

In the afternoon the cock sucking was repeated in the glorious hot tub situated in the Mansion’s sylvan grounds. The Bulls sat on the edge of the tub, flanked on either side by Mistress Sidonia and Lady Sara. I sat in in the water with the other sissy in front of them. We posed for photos. I was told to bare my little clit and I proudly did so. We were ordered onto the respective cocks. I went down on that big cock for all I was worth, seeking to get to its base until I gagged. Mistress Sidonia held my head in place as I gagged helplessly on that penis, my jaws in protest. Then I was ordered onto the other cock and I took as much as that as I could, getting a rhythm going as instructed, my teeth infringing at one stage in my perverse eagerness to impress. I also had to lick his balls and get as much of his sack in my mouth as I could. At least both Mistresses saw some signs of improvement. Next, they told me to lick both their arse holes. The younger Bull turned his perfect backside to me, his arse cheeks resplendent and the water on them sparkling in the sun. I moved in on them, feeling the flesh of his smooth wet buttocks on my face as I sought out his hole and got my tongue in there. It found purchase and I licked that hole slavishly in that hot tub in the intermittent sunshine. This was my statement as a slut, with a full exclamation mark. It was nirvana. The Mistresses told me to lick the other Bull’s hole, and I serviced his pink rosebud, loving the variety.

The crème de la crème was saved to last as it was deemed appropriate that both Bulls should spill their seed on us. Mistress Sidonia wanked one Bull onto my face, as I positioned my face to get the full impact of it. He came and his semen spurted onto me. She instructed me to clean his cock and to save the cum in my mouth. She made sure I got every last drop and warned me not to swallow. My sissy counterpart had performed the same and lastly a snowball show was ordered. I moved into the other sissy, and we started to get off with each other, our lips meeting, our tongues seeking out the Bulls cum. The French kissing and exchange of cum was glorious and I could feel myself getting carried away. NIRVANA!

by slut P