I just love to hear them cry and whimper.“Just what I would expect from a whore bitch in heat,” I said, and made her lead me to her bedroom on her...hands and knees. Once we were there, I sat on the edge of the bed and let her blow me for awhile. After a few strokes I realized that she was getting off on it! It’s not supposed to be like that. I’m here to hurt them; not give them pleasure. I pulled out of her and ordered her onto the bed. I cut up some pillow cases to use for rope, and tied her. I could tell, I was far hornier than any of my friends or mates. I had started masturbating too and would shoot like a long barrel cannon, thanks to the large size of my cock since the younger age and very vibrant, potent balls to compliment the activity. Riding the bike early morning, wearing my shorts and sleeveless t- shirt would let the air hit my body and specially the balls hanging off the seat making me stiff and extremely aroused and sexy making it extremely difficult to resist. I stroked his hard cock through his pants for about 3 or 4 minutes before he stopped me. “I want your cock in my mouth so badly.” I moaned in his ear as I moved in close to him. I leaned back and took a long, hard drag on my cig and then blew it up into the air, wishing that it had been his long dick instead. “Please?” I begged him as I leaned back into him and kissed on his neck, my hand making its way back to his hard prick. My skilled fingers had his pants unbuttoned and his zipper down. And my cock waslocked away in a tiny cage. I would have to go to work as Sissy for thenext week or two at least.I put my bra and top back on and made myself a light meal. I didn'tfeel like eating much. I watched a bit of TV but couldn't concentrateon the programmes. I was too apprehensive about what would happen atwork the next day.I had an early night and fell asleep sucking my comforter.I got up early on Monday. I shaved my face, then my legs. Then I shavedmy face again. It was important to.