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THE LOANER A few weeks later I was having a girlfriend over for drinks after dinner one weeknight. She’d had a really rough day and was venting.
"Don’t you ever just want to smack somebody" she said. Vikki was a dear friend. We had a lot in common. I knew from our chats that she was perverse and kinky in a similar fashion to me. We’d swapped stories, and she knew I had someone under my thumb. In fact, she was the one who supplied my boys diet of cigarette butts. She was a bit bigger than me, a bit shorter, attributes that displayed themselves in her curves. "I know what you mean. I might have just the thing for you." She didn’t believe me at first, but when I explained, she was curious. “Why not. Get his ass over here.” I called Slavey at home. He was working on his assignment for the week, which was to come up with a list of 200 ways he could be making me more money. I told him to drop what he was doing and come over right away. 30 minutes later, he arrived. I introduced him to Vikki, making him strip in my living room. I showed her his teeny weeny peeny, his tight hole, his smooth skin (waxing and shaving are mandatory!). I showed off his new slim physique that a strictly controlled diet gave. He was not at all muscular, I wouldn’t let him work out. I wanted him weak. She was impressed. I told him to stand up straight, and that Vikki needed to de-stress. I instructed him to be a good obedient little piggy, and hold his hands behind his back. He complied. Vikki eyed him from head to toe and uncorked an open palmed slap across his face that echoed in my living room. Sissy was stunned. Vikki stepped in and as sissy stood upright again, she hit him again across the face, followed by a quick backhand! Sissy groaned and Vikki stepped back. I was grinning ear to ear. As we looked at sissy, we could see tears forming in his eyes. Vikki pounced. "Cry baby!" She grabbed him by his ear and twisted and he squealed like a little piggy and started crying harder. "Look at this fucking crybaby! Three slaps and bawling like a pansy ass bitch. What the hell! I’ve never seen anything so pathetic. What a fucking loser. I bet it was fun to beat you up in highschool, huh, you little pansy fag? You little crybaby?" I stood up and got right in front of slavey. “Listen here bitch. I didn’t give you permission to cry. Now you’re going to stand up while my friend slaps your face or else your not gonna cum for 3 months. Understand me?” Slavey nodded and took a deep breath. Vikki looked at me and laughed. “Those were warm up slaps pansy. I’m gonna give you ten real ones. Lets see if I can’t make you cry again.” Vikki snarled. She stepped back and began again, with force. She used only her dominant hand, leaving a mark on his face, turning it bright red. One at a time, the pansy sniffling and biting his lip for each one. By the time she reached ten he was bright as a tomato, but he held strong and didn’t cry. Vikki took a step back, “Phew, I needed that. What a way to take a load off.” I turned to slavey. “Say thank you to Vikki! You are lucky she would even look at filth like you.” Slave dropped to his knees and profusely thanked Vikki. In instructed slavey to stand in the corner (still naked) while Vikki and I regrouped and sipped our glasses of wine. "Does he cry like a bitch like that when you spank him?" Vikki asked me. "I don’t spank him much, or slap her. I don’t actually like to touch him at all. I have a riding crop I’ve used a few times, but that’s not really my thing." I replied "Oh really? Then why is his ass so red?" She asked. "Hahaha, oh man, that’s not from spanking, that must be his diaper rash!" I told her the whole story of last weekend, she was laughing so hard, all while he was standing there with his nose in the corner. "Wow. Well, I’m happy to volunteer to spank him if its not your thing. But I also wanna get you a cane. Those things are brutal, and you wouldn’t have to touch him at all. You really never touch him? no kicks to the balls?" "Nope, its not for me." I replied "He never licks your clit?" She asked, incredulous. "Ew, gross, his nasty face in between my legs? no thanks." I was repulsed. "Well then, I guess this bitch is overdue for a spanking." "Well by all means, have a go at him. Slavey get over here" I called. I excused myself to get a refill on my glass of wine. When I returned, Vikki had the sissy across her knee. I could hear sissy squealing and the echo of bare hands on bare skin behind. I stood and watched as she delivered spank after spank with her bare-hand on his bubble butt. He bit his lip and tried hard not to whine. After a flurry of spanks to each cheek, Vikki stopped and made sissy retreat back to kneel in the corner. "What a release" She said. "He’s a decent bitch, what a cute little round ass too! I’d do some damage to that thing if I had my way!" "Why don’t you borrow him for a night?" I asked. "It might help boost your mood, and it would free me up some time, and it would be good for the slave too, to serve others. Plus he’s real good at chores- if you need any cleaning he can do that for you. Just make sure whatever you feed him is gross." I loved having these conversations right in front of the slave, speaking with the truth that he had no input whatsoever. We worked out an arrangement, that after the sissy finished his chores for me this Saturday, Vikki would pick him up at my place. He would spend the night at her place and then drop him back off at his place on Sunday night. She loved the idea, and we parted for the night with plans set. The weekend went as usual. Slavey came with my groceries Friday night and cooked me dinner, and returned and spent the whole day Saturday cleaning my apartment. Around 5pm, Vikki rolled in, just in time to watch him as he finished scrubbing the shelves in the refrigerator. I had him performing completely naked, in his chastity belt. We chatted for a bit, and we decided to remove the sissies belt for the remainder of the weekend. He would need it removed before work on Monday, and plus, it would allow Vikki some fun play opportunities to have him free. I gently reminded him of the rules; no cumming, and ask permission to go to the bathroom. I told them to have fun, and send me lots of pictures! It wasn’t more than a few hours that had gone by when I got the first picture via text, my bitches head, from above between Vikkis thighs. Hey, to each her own. A few more pics came in that night, a pic of the sissy’s back, bent over from above, with a strap on dildo penetrating his asshole. One of slavey on his knees again this time eating something from a bowl on the floor. And one of slaveys face covered in slutty bimbo makeup, deep purple eye shadow and shiny deep red lip gloss. Only 2 more came in on Sunday. One of the sissy bitch on his knees scrubbing a toilet, and another at the end of the afternoon. The last one was just an image of a purple, black, and blue butt, with deep red stripes across it. Delicious! I got a call from Vikki, thanking me again, later that night after she dropped off pansy back at his place. I asked her how it went. "Oh god, we had so much fun! You have to let me borrow your slave again! That pansy eats pussy like a champ. I mean, he needed some encouragement, but he got the job DONE!" She had to run, but promised me we would catch up later in the week. The next night, I got on cam with my sissy slave to ask him how it went. He seemed a bit shell shocked. He told me all about how as soon as he arrived, Vikki had him naked on all fours in front of her couch. She pulled her panties down and had him eat her out for almost an hour, when she dragged him by his hair to her bed, and sat on his face while he licked her asshole for another 30 minutes. Vikki is kind of a bbw, so I can only imagine slaveys face gasping for breath with his nose stuck in her butthole. She was chainsmoking the whole time. I was laughing so hard. I could tell slave was kind of embarrassed, but he did say he was very lucky that Vikki let him kiss her holy parts and that he thanked her profusely. he was bright red, and i made him tell me all about how much he enjoyed licking her asshole. he did, and he told me he was hard the whole time. He told me that next they took a break for dinner. She let him dig through her kitchen trash can to find food, and he told me he wound up eating scraps, apple cores covered in dirt and coffee grounds and a stale pizza crust. Meanwhile she ate thai food delivery. After dinner, she brought him into her bathroom and taught him how to apply makeup, she applied foundation, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and lipgloss, and actually made him look like a pretty convincing bimbo! i pressed slavey about this, and he admitted he liked the way he looked and how it made him feel. since he liked it so much, i told him it could become a regular occurrence. Once he was all dolled up, Vikki brought him into the bedroom and had him try on a few different dresses, skirts, panties. She made him model each one, turning, bending over, curtseying, blowing kisses. Ugh, next time I would demand more pictures! videos! She then made him get on his knees and wait with his eyes closed for a few minutes, kneeling at the edge of the bed. When she returned and allowed him to open his eyes, she was wearing a purple strapon. Slavey told me all about how she violated him with that strapon that night. First, making him beg to lick and suck. Then bending him over and gently popping his cherry. what he described went beyond an innocent fucking. this poor sissy lost his virginity and then some! she started him out doggy style, with copious amounts of lube and her fingers before slowly guiding the strap-on in. she worked it in slowly and surely until she had a good rhythm going, grabbing his hips and pulling him back onto her. she made him squeal and beg and squirm and finally moan, until she flipped him over on his back, thrust his legs over her shoulders and continued on. in this position she began playing with his teeny uncaged clitty and he began to get hard. she teased him expertly as he begged her to stop so he wouldn’t come! I was beaming with pride! what delightful agony he must have been in. abstaining from cumming, but i just know he enjoyed the probing of the strapon. he admitted as much. that night, Vikki let him sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed. the next morning, she made him pour rice crispies in a doggy bowl, and pissed all over it, and made him eat it on his hands and knees for breakfast. whereas the previous night had been almost all sex, oral, strapon, dress-up, he described the morning as nothing but brutal beatings. she made him wait, leaning, naked, touching his toes for almost an hour while she got dressed and had coffee. she told him how deprived he was that i did not spank him, and was going to give him an education in barehand, paddles, crops, tails, and tawses. with rulers and spoons and hairbrushes and slippers. and he was going to count and thank her. and she did just that. unloading on his ass and turning it all shades of black and red and blue and purple. he described how she lectured him on the pros and cons of each device, making him count and thank her after each stroke, and making him give his analysis of each device after. he learned to fear the cane and appreciate the hairbrush. and he learned what happened when vikki pulled his little balls back between his cheeks and unloaded on them! it was only then that he showed me his bruised and swollen balls! she had whipped them during the spankings, and finished the morning by ballbusting him with her barefeet and knees! while he held his hands behind his head, she kicked away. each time he fell down, tears rolling down his cheeks, she yelled and made him get back up. the final indignity came when she put her cigarettes out on his dick and balls. i could not believe how bad his balls looked, and i could not believe he would tolerate such pain simply because i asked him to obey her. so i asked him, and he confessed at a certain level to enjoying the pain, but mostly that he did not want to disappoint me by disappointing my friend. i knew i had him wrapped around my finger, but now i knew he was gone beyond retrieval. i licked my lips cautiously, wet at where this new-found power could take me. but also frightened of what my dear friend vikki was capable of, and how much further she could have gone. he told me spent the last part of the afternoon massaging vikki’s feet and calves while she watched tv on the couch. occasionally licking between her toes and ashing her cigarettes in his mouth. i was stunned, and taken aback. i asked slavey if he would do it all again, given the choice. and after a deep breath and a thought, he confessed that he would. i smiled, and simply said “good.”
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