Porn Theater Sissy Slave Pt. 02
As I described in Part 1, Balvan, the elderly Indian owner of porn shop in town had seen through my submissive sissy fantasies and taken complete control of me whenever I entered his shop. This was my first time serving in this capacity, and after laying out some rules and making me service his large cock, Balvan ordered me into the theater, dressed only in pink panties, thigh high stockings, a ping teddy, and a flowered leash and collar, with orders to do what it took to please his customers.
Needless to say, I attracted a lot of attention upon entering that way. Before my eyes could even adjust to the dark I felt at least three different men groping and rubbing me. One hand snaked between my legs from behind, rubbed my stiffening cock through the panties, then pulled it out and jerked back and forth on my exposed member. Another pair of hands started out rubbing my breasts, then moving the fabric of the teddy aside, sucked on my nipples. A third set of hands (maybe a fourth) were rubbing up and down my legs and the side of my body. It was the owner of one of those pairs of hands that grabbed my chin and forced my head around to face him, then plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I must admit, it was beyond my long running fantasies and I felt ecstatic to be the center of the animalistic attention.
This continued for several minutes, being squeezed and groped and pulled and rubbed like a dog toy being fought over by several dogs. Eventually another man, a bearish 40-yo I'd guess, approach from where he'd been watching from across the room and stared at me. I grabbed the leash attached to the collar around my neck and pulled me away from the others, toward a padded couch at the front of the room.
"Get up there on all fours, bitch," he ordered with a soft snarl. I maneuvered as ordered as he undid his belt and fly and pulled out a huge, semi-hard cock. He grabbed my leash at a point very near the collar and pulled my open mouth over it, then jerked rhythmically on it, to pull my head back and forth as I struggled to control my gag reflex and ignore the slobber left on the fat dick and dribbing down my chin. As he did, one of the other men moved to behind me on the couch and started slowly working one finger into my tight asshole. I'd had regular fantasies about behind fucked in the ass, but I'd never acted on it, except with a smallish dildo. I could feel lube being pour on my ass crack and dripping down onto my hole, and was a bit relieved that the man seemed content for now to just use a finger. Meanwhile, the big man pulled my throat off his cock and said, "Are you ready to eat my cum?"
"Please sir," I responded quietly, "Could you spray your cum all over my face?"
"I can do that, slut," he answered and started working the huge cock in and out of my mouth with a quickened pace. As they saw what was happening, two other men who had been jerking off watching the scene also approached close as my face continued to be pounded. The big man started to grunt as he pounded away, then pulled the mammoth cock back near my face and pounded away at it with his big hand until it let forth five large spurts of gooey cum, sticky strings crossing my face and head. As he completed he let out a sigh and I stretched out my head to take the softening cock into my mouth once more, greedily cleaning the glistening cum from it. At this sight first one man and then the other stepped forward and repeated the gooey event, drenching my face in three large loads of semen. I carefully wiped it from my eye areas and onto my lips, but was careful not to wipe any of the rest of it off, mindful of my orders from the owner to come out and show him whenever I managed to get one of his customers to empty a load on me.
The room quickly relaxed, with the three men all pulling out some kind of kleenex or hanky to clean any misdirected cum from their hands, cocks, or clothing. One reached out a kleenex to me, but I just shook my head no. As the men continued to reassemble themselves - pulling up pants, zipping, tightening belts - I whisper "Thank-you, Sirs, and padded out the door of the theater, relieved that there were no customers in that area of the shop at the moment. As ordered I stepped behind the counter where the owner sat and kneeled before him.
"Oh my goodness," the owner said, "That is the nastiest, sluttiest thing I've ever seen. How many men did you get to cum on you?"
"Three Master."
"And did you cum?"
"No Master."
"Well I don't think you've been sufficiently degraded yet. Do you think you've been sufficiently degraded yet?"
"No Master."
"I think once you've cum, your sexual excitement will die down, and the humiliation of what you are and what you've done will really sink in. What do you think about that?"
"I don't know, Master."
"You don't know! I think you know. I think you crave to be as degraded and humiliated as you can possibly be! Isn't that the truth, slut?"
"Yes, Master."
"Where is your phone? Is it in your pants pockets?"
"Yes, Master."
"Fetch it and hand it to me."
"I walked over to the pile of clothes I'd worn over my sissy clothes when I entered the shop in what now seemed another lifetime ago. I dug out my smart phone and handed it to Balvan.
"What is your security code?" he asked.
"Uhhh ..."
"Slut, you still don't know your place, do you?!?!? Tell me your security code now!"
"It's 4545, Master."
"That's better," Balvan said quietly, unlocking the phone, and scrolling around a bit. "But I'm never going to remember that, so I'm changing it." He tapped and swiped a bit, then looked up and told me, "Your security code is now 3714. It is the address of this shop. Now, look at me."
Three large loads of cum were still dripping down my face, and on to my pink sissy teddy, with other bits starting to dry on my flushed face. Flash! He took a photo. Then Flash! Another one.
"These will all be on your phone," said the Master. "We're going to start a collection. You are not allowed to ever delete these, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Now you better take good care of your phone so that they don't fall into the wrong hands, huh?"
"Yes, Master."
"Now, get that dog bowl down in the corner and bring it here."
I grabbed the empty, silver bowl he pointed to and brought it back to the counter. Now I want you to jerk off and cum into the bowl, slut."
"Um, right here, Master?"
Balvan looked at me sternly over his glasses, then turned back to his paperwork.
So I stood there next to him in my panties and lingerie, the dog bowl held in my left, my right hand tugging away at my cock, as my Master plodded away at his work just a couple feet away, as if nothing was going on.
At this point my luck with that open part of the shop being empty ended, as the front door jingled and a middle aged pot bellied man walked in. He walked to the counter and asked for a ticket to the theater, thoroughly taking me in. As the Master gave him his ticket without so much as looking up, the customer asked. "So what's the deal here?"
At this the owner looked up, then over at me, and back at the man and explained nonchalantly, "Oh this is the new shop sissy slut. You're welcome to use it yourself. Right now it is going to cum in its bowl and then eat its cum."
This last part was news to me, and that plus the extra stimulation of being exposed like this sent me over the top and my cock exploded into the bowl. The customer stood unmoving as he watched the scene unfold. The owner asked, "Do you want to try it out? It will do virtually anything you say."
"Maybe next time," responded the man, still staring. Then slowly turned around and entered the theater.
The Master picked up my phone again and looked at me. From the way he was holding it I could tell he was now recording video.
"Okay, slut, show what you did in your bowl."
I held the bowl out and he tilted the phone to give a clear view of the pooling puddle of cum. "Okay, now put your bowl on the floor and get down there and lick up every drop like a good girl. When you're done you can put on your clothes and leave."
After I'd cum, the self-consciousness, shame and doubt were really starting to rise, and the prospect of eating my own cum was decidedly less enticing. But I knew this situation was too perfect with my ongoing nasty fantasies and desires to put it at risk, so I put the bowl back down on the floor, and licked up ever drop of my own semen as my Master recorded it on my own phone.
When I finished the Master put the phone back out on the end of the counter for me, and continued his paperwork as if nothing had ever happened. I slid my trousers, shirt and shoes over my sissy outfit, and made my way to the door, the other men's half dried cum still coating my face. As I reached the door, my new Master called out without looking up, "Be here Sunday at noon sharp!"
"Yes, Master," I responded, turning out the door to the parking lot and enduring the stares of a couple entering customers looking at my face.
I knew my world had changed. Things I fantasized about so often, but perhaps never really thought I would ever live out in real life were now coming to be in spades. And who knows where the limits where, what other slutty tasks I would be ordered to perform - and thrilled to follow said orders. I was an owned theater sissy slut slave, and did not for a moment consider turning back.
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