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“Hello!” She snapped. There was only silence. “HELLO!” The Goddess was royally pissed now – calling early was bad enough, but being a little cunt about it was fucking unacceptable. “I…I’m sorry, Goddess, if it’s too early,” a voice finally stammered. “But this was the only time I could call You.”

“Then just say so, bitch!” Goddess Farrah sneered. “I hate mealy mouthed subs – if you don’t have the balls to say what you want, then don’t waste My time.”

“I’m sorry, Goddess…I…”

“Oh, God, I can’t stand it! You sound like such a pussy!” Goddess Farrah shouted in disgust. “Who the fuck are you and what is it that you want?”

The terrified sub finally spit out, “This is Michael, Goddess, and I was hoping to schedule a real-time session with You.”

“Do I know you?”

“Uh, no Goddess, but I’ve admired You through Your website for a long time.”

“So, you’re a wanker. You better not be jerking-off now.” Goddess Farrah cursed under Her breath . She was definitely awake now – this wimp had seen to that, and while he was sounding all contrite, he wasn’t hanging-up, either, which indicated that this twink was only interested in his own pleasure. But that would change, She mused. “What kind of session did you want to schedule, asshole?”

“I want – I mean, I’d like to have a foot worship session, Goddess. You have beautiful feet.”

“Oh, I do? No shit?” Goddess Farrah said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Goddess.”

“Sorry doesn’t begin to describe you, bitch. Be here at noon, and don’t be a minute late or you’ll never have a session with me again.”

“I promise, Goddess,” Michael babbled. “I’ll even be early, if You like.”

“Noon, asshole – and be prepared to do what I want, if you expect to get what YOU want.”

True to his word, Michael came early. Goddess Farrah couldn’t help chuckling as She descended the stairs to answer the door. This slave probably “came early” with every Woman he’d ever been with, so She could hardly expect him to control himself today! Goddess Farrah opened the door to find a chubby, balding man of unimpressive stature before Her. His eyes met Hers, and he grinned and said, “Hi, Goddess! Wow, You’re tall!”

Goddess Farrah reached back and blind-sided him, Her open palm crashing into his cheek with a loud slap. Michael staggered back and fell on his ass. “Don’t you EVER talk shit like that to me again, bitch!” she seethed. “Now get your fat ass in here.” The slave scrambled to his feet and scurried in past Her. As he did so, Goddess Farrah faked a punch with Her fist clenched, causing him to flinch in terror, and he again lost his balance and fell down, this time nearly face-first. Goddess Farrah burst out laughing, ordered him to his feet again and followed him with a swagger into the dungeon, kicking him in the butt a few times as he scurried along.

After ordering him to strip naked and kneel before Her, Goddess Farrah took a moment to assess the unimpressive blob before Her. His body was fish-belly white, and his arms and flabby bitch-tits were nearly hairless. This, together with the poodle-dick between his legs, convinced Her that this one would make a far better Woman than the half-a-man he was today. Mistress slid Her crop across his breasts, giving each a quick snap that made Michael grunt in pain like a little piglet. She then moved the crop to his tiny cock, placing it underneath and lifting it up to reveal a shaft of approximately one-inch, with two tiny marbles beneath it. She looked into his eyes and sneered sarcastically, “Ooh, you’re hung like a horse, aren’t you?” Michael’s eyes shot downward in shame, and he tried to sneak a peek at Goddess Farrah’s perfect, deliciously pedicured toes. “Wouldn’t you like a pedicure like mine, cunt?” She teased.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Goddess Farrah clapped Her hands. “Let’s get you made up, then!” She cried with glee. She gave him a crack on the ass with Her crop and said, “C’mon, let’s go!” Michael crawled behind Her to the vanity.

Soon, Michael was transformed. He wore a curly blonde wig on his balding head, his eyelashes now sported sexy mascara, and Goddess Farrah had applied copious amounts blue eyeshadow and rouge. His lips were smeared with bright red lipstick that matched the fuck-me red nail polish on his fingers and toes. A sexy teddy that exposed his budding tits completed the ensemble. Michael was now Michelle. And now, all Michelle needed was a man to please. Goddess Farrah cuffed Michelle’s hands behind her neck and went into the other room, where Michelle heard Her speaking on the phone. The Goddess laughed out loud a few times, and Michelle heard Her chuckle, “You’re fucking her right now? C’mon James, zip it up and get over here...she’ll be there when you get back!”

After what seemed like forever, Goddess Farrah returned to the dungeon, She strode over to Michelle and felt Her slavegirl’s tits, looking deeply into Michelle’s shame-filled eyes as She did so. Finally, the Goddess unlocked the handcuffs on Michelle’s wrists, allowing her hands to drop to the floor. Michelle sighed and said, “Oh, thank You, Mistress.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, cunt. I wanted your hands free so You could properly salute Master James.” At that moment, the door opened and a tall, wiry blond haired man in black boots and tight leather pants strode into the room. He was naked from the waist up; his arms were ripped with sinewy muscle, his shoulders were broad and equally muscular, his chest was deep and well-defined, and his torso was long and so taut that one could see every fully developed muscle in his rock-hard abdomen, which tapered to a tight, muscular waistline. As he moved, muscles rippled everywhere. He walked up to the kneeling Michelle and stopped directly in front of Her. He then extended a powerful hand and placed it on Michelle’s shoulder, squeezing it effortlessly but with such power that the sissy cried out in pain. “What’s the problem, bitch?” James said sternly. “I barely touched you!”

“She’s a bit of a pussy, James,” Goddess Farrah chortled. James leaned forward and sniffed at the trembling sissy. “You’re right – she does smell like pussy.” Goddess Farrah broke up laughing, and Michelle tried to follow suit, hoping to get on Master James’ good side. Suddenly, the smile vanished from James’ face, and in one motion he wheeled and backhanded Michelle squarely in her weak jaw, causing her to cry out as she fell backward. “What the fuck are you laughing at, prag?” he fumed. “Nobody was talking to you!”

“I…I’m s-s-sorry, s-s-sir,” Michelle stammered. “I…”

“Oh, fuck – shut up, bitch!” Goddess Farrah shouted. “In fact, you’ve got more important things to do with that cuntmouth of yours. Master James was busy fucking the brains out of one of his slavegirls when I called and interrupted him, and while I know he can wait, I’m sure he’d just love for you to get him off with that purty mouth of yours!”

“Absolutely,” James agreed. “Bitch, crawl the fuck over here and suck my cock!”

Michelle was now terrified. Of course, she had seen James’ large bulge the moment he walked into the room, and part of her really did want to suck it, but how could she? To do so would confirm her worst fears – that Michael WAS Michelle - a faggot. Her eyes glazed over momentarily as she wrestled with her own moral dilemma.

Searing pain brought her back to attention – James had her by the arm and was squeezing so hard that Michelle was sure it would fracture any moment. “Bitch, if you don’t do what I say RIGHT NOW, I’ll snap your arm off like a chicken bone and then beat you with it until you’re unconscious – and when you wake up, I’ll do it all over again!”

In a single motion, the frightened sissy pulled down James’ tight leather pants, revealing his huge, throbbing cock, and swallowed it so deeply that her pussymouth was jammed against his pubic bone, his huge balls like two pillows under Michelle’s chin. The bitch’s eyes were wide as saucers as she pulled away and then swallowed his big beast again and again, sucking all ten inches of it as hard as she could – for her life – and pausing only to breathe. As she did, she began to marvel at the sheer power of this man; his blood pounded within her throat as his pulsating cock nestled against her tonsils and tongue. As she tasted the powerful combination of the Master’s own precum and his slavegirl’s juices, Michelle’s tiny cock began to stiffen, and within seconds it had reached full erection – 3 ½ inches of turgid sissymeat. Mistress Farrah sat rollicking before them, enjoying the titillating circus She had orchestrated. She had become Goddess AND Ringmaster.

Meanwhile, it was time for James to release the load percolating within his huge testicles. He withdrew his swollen, purple-headed cock from Michelle’s urgent lips – she lunged for it and came up empty, looking ridiculous in the process. James gripped his long shaft and pumped once…twice…and then, with a loud growl, he released five long squirts of thick, white cum into the face of the sissy, drenching her bald head where once the wig had sat, as well as her flabby neck below. Two smaller squirts landed on Michelle’s tits and ran down to her fat belly.

“Clean my dick off, bitch,” James commanded tersely, and Michelle dutifully obliged.

Goddess Farrah dropped a towel on Michelle’s head. “Now clean yourself up, cunt. You can keep the towel as a souvenir.”