TS Violation

It had been yet another a long day at my crappy job, and it was after dark when I got home.  I let myself in and microwaved something that had not been particularly appetising to begin with.  Eating without even tasting it, I powered up the laptop to get my evening fix – a private show on a sex cam website.  I visit every night, and the performer I spend so much money to see is not your average girl.  She’s a stunning shemale.  We are not talking a petite, convincing Asian ladyboy either, but a big, curvaceous woman, flowing black hair, piercing green eyes and a very dominant attitude.  Spend one minute with her and you are left in no doubt; she owns you.

I had become addicted to her company some time ago, spending hours at a time being watching her strip off and jerk her big cock whilst telling me what she would do to me in person.  She is a dominatrix, through and through, and last night had reached a crescendo – she had told me that if I were to meet her in person she would not waste any time, but abuse my body without mercy.  Caught in the moment of submitting to her and promising her I would do things I knew I would never consider in reality, I had given her my address and promised her fuck slave would be waiting for her if she came for me.  She had promised me she would do exactly that and we had cum together to the shared fantasy.

I was keen to pick up where we had left off last night and so I logged in without delay and clicked straight over to her profile.  But she wasn’t online.  Disappointment flooded over me like a tidal wave – I had been waiting all day for this, imagining all sorts of new scenarios and fantasies to indulge in with my mistress.  I waited all night, hoping against hope that she was just taking a break and she would come online, but it wasn’t to be.  I went to bed depressed, having taken care of far more bourbon than was sensible for someone who was facing another boring day at work the next day.

As I came slowly to the semi-conscious state I became aware of two things through my tired, whisky fogged brain: first, that is was still late at night.  And second, that I wasn’t alone.  It was that primordial feeling, that instinct that had kept our ancestors alert for predators.  It said “danger”.  Rousing slightly, I went to move my left hand over to the bedside light, but before it had moved more than an inch it was brought short by the handcuff that had been slipped on in my sleep.  The other end was attached to the bed – I snapped fully awake and pushed myself up from the bed, when someone crashed down onto my back, pinning me face down into the sheets.   Hands grasped my right wrist and despite my struggles was soon secured in the same way as my left.  I thrashed around but a firm hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.  Just as I opened my mouth to scream a sock was stuffed into my mouth, pushed all the way into my throat.  I was instantly concentrating on keeping it from suffocating me entirely, I forgot to struggle but took deep breaths through my nose and tried to use my tongue to push the sock towards the front of my mouth.

I had just about gotten the sock far enough out of my mouth to make a noise when I felt whoever it was get onto the bed, straddling me.  Still face down I had no idea who it was, but at the moment I felt a body press up against me and a hand clamp over my mouth, keeping the gag in place and pushing me back onto the bed.  I felt long hair fall either side of my head and realised that I was feeling naked skin pressed up against my back.   I couldn’t believe a naked stranger had broken into my home and handcuffed me to the bed, how could this be happening?  Just as it occurred to me to wander what would happen next, I felt the unmistakable sensation of the tip of a penis against my ass.  I struggled fruitlessly for a moment somehow it had only just dawned that a man had broken into my home to rape me.

The cock at the opening to my asshole pressed up against my sphincter despite my resistance and the head entered me.  Then without further warning, my assailant slammed into me, burying the huge throbbing cock to the hilt in my virgin ass.  I felt like I had been torn open, I screamed into the gag, still firmly secured by the hand that was clamped over my mouth.  Tears splashed down my cheeks and I squirmed, desperately trying to get away.  There was to be no mercy this night however.  The rapist thrust again and again, ruthlessly pounding my ass, I could feel balls slapping against me with each thrust and every time it with drew it seemed the cock became more engorged, that with each push the huge dick was reaching further and further inside me.

After what seemed like hours, the torment paused.  My assailant stopped thrusting for a moment, leaving that monster cock deep in my ass.  I could feel it throbbing there and for the first time I felt a little pleasure with the pain.  For maybe ten seconds my ass was allowed to adjust to this intruder and the warm hardness felt suddenly welcome.  My cock twitched as this began to register through the shock and pain, but almost before I had identified the feeling it was gone – the cock was roughly withdrawn.  I felt for the first time the strange sensation of my asshole gaping open, as if waiting to be filled once more.  Hands roughly grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over onto my back.  I instinctively raised my hips slightly, letting my legs fall open to keep my ass open and off the sheets.  And for the first time, laid eyes on my attacker.

It was her!  My mistress, my shemale dominatrix!  The memory of giving her my address flooded back to me and it occurred to me that this wasn’t a fantasy for her.  My visits to her web chats were not for shared fantasies or pleasure, but simply an audition.  I had made her promises she intended to make me keep.  She was naked and straddling my chest, her hair loose over her shoulders and her piercing emerald eyes focused intensely on mine.  I found I could not hold her gaze and inevitably allowed my eyes to wander down over her large breasts her nipples erect above her toned stomach.  Her cock was a big and hard as I remembered it from our chat sessions, and it quivered inches from my face. I stared at it for a moment and looked back up into her eyes.  My mouth had fallen open in surprise when I had recognised her, the gag falling out onto my chest.  As our eyes met again I saw an expression of contempt flash briefly across her features and before I could react she lunged forward and pushed her cock into my mouth.  I recoiled slightly as the taste of flesh and the smell of her sex mixed with the smell of sweat from my ass filled my senses.  I closed my mouth as if to bite and she reached back and grabbed my balls in her hand and twisted slightly – just enough to make me gasp, my jaw springing open.  The message was clear – I was in her power far more than she was in mine.  She pushed her hips forward again, forcing more of her shaft past my lips.  I resigned myself and thought back to those few seconds of pleasure when her cock had filled my ass.  I realised I was starting to get turned on, my own cock was beginning to stiffen.

She pushed her cock further and further into my mouth, I could feel the veins under the skin around that meaty shaft sliding over the surface of my tongue as the head probed right to the back of my mouth.  I gagged, and she forced the final inches into my throat, holding it there for a few moments as my eyes bugled and I fought for air.   Then she pulled back a fraction, lettings me gasp a lungful of air, before grasping my head in her hands and forcing her cock back into me.  She fucked my face without mercy, letting me pull down only enough air to stop from passing out.  My saliva coated her thick shaft as she simultaneously thrusted towards me and pulled my head down on her.  I felt her balls slapping against my chin as I drooled helplessly, all the while staring into her pitiless eyes.  Before long she increased tempo, fucking my now completely willing mouth harder and faster than ever.  For the first time she uttered a sound; a strangled cry as she reached orgasm.

My mouth began to flood with her seed as strand after strand of hot, ropey cum ejected into my throat.  It came as a shock to me and I could not contain it all, some spilled over my chin around her still twitching cock.  She pulled away and stared at me as I opened my mouth slightly to display her warm, salty load coating my tongue.  I swirled it around my open mouth a little, suddenly desperate to gain some measure of approval from this silent domme.  She raised an eyebrow slightly and I immediately swallowed it all, forcing the thick creamy substance down.  I displayed my empty mouth to her but she turned away, and picked up her clothes.  I wanted to call to her, to speak to her, but I couldn’t think of anything to say.  She gathered up her items and placed them on the table by the door.  But instead of leaving she had a final humiliation for me.  She climbed back onto the bed and stood above me, her head brushing the ceiling.  Took her now flaccid, but still large cock in her hand and pointed it at me.  I stared in confusion before she released a stream of hot pee down onto my face.  The warm liquid splashed straight into my eyes and nose, and as I reacted and gasped, she sent a jet of piss directly into my mouth.  I coughed and spat, but was unable to avoid swallowing  much of her amber nectar, I could feel it washing down the cum that had stuck like a lick coating in my throat.

When she finished she looked over my prostrate form, from my gaping ass up to my ruined face, strands of cum hanging from my chin and my whole face glistening from her golden shower.  She sneered slightly and swept out of the room, leaving me there like a discarded slut.  I felt completely broken, used and abused.  But most importantly I felt violated and completely helpless, still restrained by the handcuffs.  I finally found my voice, but only to whisper after her: “Thank you, mistress…”