Sasha reclined on her king-sized bed, clad in nothing but a sheer red baby doll that left little to the imagination. Her auburn hair spilled across the black silk sheets and her full lips curled into a wicked smile as she beckoned to her latest plaything. “Come here, bitch boy,” she purred, snapping her fingers imperiously. “It’s time for your lesson in worshipping your Queen.” Peter scurried over on his hands and knees, head bowed and eyes downcast. The pathetic creature had been her sissy slave for months now, completely at her mercy. Sasha had taken great pleasure in feminizing him – shaving his head, painting his nails, stuffing him into tight corsets and garters until he was little more than a living doll. Now he wore a skimpy maid outfit complete with fishnet stockings and a ruffled apron that barely covered his pussy. Sasha smirked at how desperate and vulnerable he looked, completely under her spell. “Kneel, slut,” she commanded, pointing to a spot between her legs. “You know what I want.” “Yes Mistress Sasha,” Peter breathed, sinking to his knees and burying his face in her lap. His tongue darted out to lap at her pussy through the flimsy fabric of her nightie, lapping like a kitten at a bowl of cream. “Mmmm, that’s it,” Sasha sighed, threading her fingers through his bald head and pressing him harder against her heat. “Get that tongue in there and show me what a good little cunt licker you are.” Peter moaned eagerly, parting her folds with his lips and plunging his tongue inside her sopping wet cunt. He rolled it along her inner walls, flicking it over her g-spot before pulling back to suckle her engorged clit. “Fuck yes,” Sasha hissed, arching into his mouth. “You’re learning, whore. Now let’s see how much you can take.” She reached down to pull aside the soaked crotch of her nightie, fully exposing her dripping slit to Peter’s hungry gaze. His eyes glazed over with lust as he dove back in, slurping and sucking lewdly as he devoured her. “That’s it,” Sasha cooed, riding his face without mercy. “Fucking eat that pussy like your life depends on it, bitch boy. Because it does.” Peter whimpered and squirmed but didn’t dare pull away from his Queen’s hot box. He loved being her servant, loved having his usefulness reduced to a set of lips and a tongue dedicated to pleasing her. She ground her clit against his lips, using him like a human dildo. His cock strained against the ruffled panties he wore, aching to be touched but knowing he’d never be allowed the pleasure without permission. “Ooh fuck!” Sasha gasped as her orgasm approached. “Yeah, suck it! Drink my cum, slut!” Her thighs clamped around Peter’s head as she came hard, gushing all over his face and drenching him in her juices. He slurped it up greedily, reveling in the salty-sweet tang of her essence. When she finally released him, Peter pulled back panting, face shiny with spit and cum. Sasha smirked down at him, running a toe along his bulging panties. “Looks like someone’s excited,” she taunted. “Why don’t you show me how much you appreciate your Queen’s pussy?” Peter hurried to obey, yanking down his panties to expose his weeping erection. Sasha eyed it with a critical gaze – it was small and pink, almost feminine. The perfect cock for a sissy like him. She beckoned him closer and he scrambled onto the bed, settling between her spread thighs. He fumbled to line himself up with her pussy, groaning as the head notched inside. “Beg for it,” Sasha demanded haughtily. “Beg to fuck your Queen’s cunt.” “Please Mistress Sasha,” Peter whined. “Please let me fuck you with my tiny sissy dick! I need it so bad! I’ll do anything!” “Anything?” Sasha purred dangerously. “Very well. After you make me come on this pathetic cock of yours, you’re going to transfer another ten grand into my account. Then I might let you lick up the cum leaking out of me.” Peter shuddered, lust and shame warring on his face. He knew she would drain him dry eventually – he was just too addicted to her, to the degradation and humiliation of being her plaything. “Okay Mistress Sasha,” he whispered brokenly. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you my money. Just please let me fuck you!” Sasha smirked triumphantly, pulling him down for a rough kiss. “Good boy,” she crooned. “Now show me what you’re worth.” With a grunt, Peter thrust forward, sinking into her hot sheath inch by excruciating inch. They both moaned at the sensation of his small cock being squeezed by her velvety walls. Sasha gripped his ass, nails digging into his plump cheeks as she urged him deeper. “Fuck me, whore,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it!” Peter pistoned his hips frantically, little cock hammering into her cervix as he chased his pleasure. The bed creaked and swayed beneath them, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the air. “Yes yes yes!” Sasha chanted, tossing her head wildly. “Harder! Fucking wreck my cunt with that sad little dick!” Peter slammed into her with renewed vigor, the wet squelch of her pussy only spurring him on. His balls drew up tight and he knew he was close. “Gonna come!” he sobbed brokenly. “I’m gonna come inside you, Mistress!” “Do it!” Sasha commanded. “Fill me up like the pathetic sissy you are! Come in your Queen’s cunt!” With a choked scream, Peter obeyed, cock spurting weakly inside her as he emptied his balls into her hot depths. Sasha milked him for every drop, squeezing his cock with her muscles until he collapsed bonelessly on top of her. “That was pathetic,” she sneered, shoving him off and onto the bed beside her. “But I suppose it will do for now. Go clean yourself up and make that transfer, bitch boy. Your Queen requires payment.” Peter hurried to obey, knowing that no matter how much she took from him, he would always come crawling back for more. Sasha had him wrapped around her finger, addicted to the degradation and humiliation she heaped upon him. As he scurried off to shower and drain his accounts yet again, Sasha smiled to herself in satisfaction. Her sissy slut was learning his place. And that place was at the feet of his Queen.