Jo White: Chapter 17 (Patreon)

Do I miss Fiona?  Maybe just a little.  😋  For those of you who just like my softer, nicer stuff you might want to skip this chapter.

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Side by side Beatriz and I kneeling and transfixed as we peeped through the secret slit in the siding of the porch at Gretchen and the helplessly infatuated and completely naked Johnny.  In the humid summer heat his lithe willowy physique glistens with a light sheen of sweat.  Good God he was hot!

“Hands behind your head.”

“Yes Mistress.”

As if he were about to be strip searched Johnny puts his hand up and behind his head while also spreading his legs slightly though he hadn’t been asked to.  Like a sexy colossus, her dominant energy dwarfing him even more than their disparate heights, Gretchen walks around her plaything with slow, slinking steps.  Her crimson lips curled into a cruel smile she scoffs and laughs and lavishes him with belittling jibes, utterly emasculating him with fiendish delight.  His dark brown nipples hard and his skyward pointing pecker even harder Johnny stands there staring straight ahead and soaks up every jagged slash to his male ego without protest.  “Pathetic.”  “Loser.”  “Small.”  “Worthless.”  “Wimp.”  “Dickless.”  Gretchen even uses some German phrases that I didn’t know the meaning of but they sure sounded bad.  I wonder how long he could possibly endure this humiliation but burning in his eyes I see a masochistic zeal that told me he was exactly where he wanted to be right now.

Gretchen lays a hand on his shoulder and glares straight down at his dick.  “Is that really as big as it gets?”

He flexes as hard as he can.  “Yes Mistress.”

She bends it down with the nail of her index finger then lets it scrape over his knob to send it snapping back up again.  “Useless.”

“Gngh!”  He flinches.  “I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Your tiny American cock couldn’t satisfy a mouse.  A woman would not even feel you.”

Accepting her assessment he nods and bows his head.  “Yes Mistress.”

“But perhaps…”  Using just her finger nails she grips around his shaft.  “…perhaps you offset your shortcomings in other ways, mmm?”

“Ohhhh.”  He sighs as she slowly scratches her nails up his tender penis right to the tip.

“Watch.”  Whispers Beatriz.  As if I could tear my eyes away!

“Perhaps what you lack in size…”  Her long fingers like spider’s legs she reaches down again to stroke her nails up his length once more.  “…you make up for in stamina?”

“Hmmmmm!”  Johnny squirms but holds his position.

“Show me your worth Johnny.”  With thumb and four fingers she rasps the edges of her glossy red nails along his hard on for a third stroke.  “Prove to me your…”

“HNNNNGHHH!!!”

Gretchen, seeming to expect it, pulls her hand away just as Johnny’s cock spasms and shoots forth a long rope of creamy white seed!  He goes to reach for himself but she stops him with a sharp.  “Don’t!”  

He obeys with a pained groan of denied bliss.  “Ohhnnngh!”  Standing with no stimulation whatsoever to milk him he is forced to stand there grunting and grimacing as his load is pumped out onto the garden path.  There was not laughter this time.  Standing back the towering dominatrix crosses her arms and just shakes her head in profound disappointment.

“What the!?”  I gasp, my mind only catching up now to what I was witnessing.  “Already!?  He came already!?  She barely touched him!”

“She’s been training him.”  Says Beatriz.

“Training?”

“She turned him into a premature ejaculator.  She ruined him as a lover, in that way at least.”  Her voice even more hushed she adds.  “Sometimes she doesn’t even have to touch him.”

“You can’t train someone to do that…can you?”

“She can.”

“Hohhhhh…”  A shudder runs up Johnny’s svelte body as his ruined orgasm dribbles to a conclusion.  Then all goes quiet.

Leaving him to stew in his humiliation she says nothing at first.  Still shaking her head, disgust and derision on her face, Gretchen looks on him with open contempt.  When at last she speaks she hits him while he was down.  “Look at it.  Even your load is pathetic.”

“I’m…I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Watch it.  Watch your sad little squirt soak into the ground.  Watch it and thank me for keeping you out of the gene pool.”

“Jesus!”  I mutter.

“Shhh.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“You offer yourself to me as a man?”  She sneers at his flagging manhood.  “I’ve never been more insulted.”

A look of concentration on Johnny’s face he stares down at his dick trying to keep it hard through sheer willpower.  Try as he might though, with his load shot, he could not keep it up any longer.  

“I’m sorry Mistress.”  His head flops forward, his shoulders slump in defeat.  “I’m sorry.”

Gretchen extends her hands and touches the broken man’s chin and raises his head so that could look at her again.  With pleading eyes he gazes up and says so softly I have to read his lips.  “I love you.”

“The love of a fool.”  She smiles.  “Even worse, a poor fool.”

“I-I-I can make money!  I’ll give you every…”

“Shut up.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She chuckles.  “Ah Johnny.  Fool you may be, you are at least a lucky fool.”

Hope blossoms in his brown eyes.  “Lucky?”

“It is abundantly obvious that you are no man.  But…I have no use for a man.”  With a casual stroke of her long blond hair she turns her nose up and says haughtily  “Men are boring, fragile, and inferior.  The days of man are numbered.”  She peers back down at him, looking at him in a new much more interested way.  “But a sissy!  A sissy I may be able to find some purpose for.”

“A…s-sissy?”  He stammers.

“Did I mumble?”

“No Mistress!”

“Yes.  A sissy.  A sissy like you perhaps?”  Her fingers snake down his chest.  “Are you a sissy Johnny?”

“Uhh…”

“He always says yes.”  Says Beatriz.

“Hey!”  I object.  “Spoilers.”

“Sorry.”

“…uhhmmm…”

“You look like a sissy slut to me.”  Her fingers continue down through his pubes and over his half flaccid cock.  “Am I mistaken?”

“…uhhhh…AH!”  He jumps as she slaps his balls.

“Answer me, whore.”  With just her fingers she milks the dregs from his tip then brings her hand up toward his face.  “Are you a sissy, Johnny?”

He looks at her fingers, glossed with his semen, then with barely a hesitation he licks them!  “Yes Mistress!”  He laps at her fingers like thirsty dog.  “YES!  YES!  YES MISTRESS!”

This brings a smile to Gretchen.  “Perhaps a maid.  I could use a pretty sissy maid.”

“Yes Mistress.”  He is over the moon with joy.  “I will be your maid.  I will be your sissy.”

“You will wear a dress.  A short dress.  I want to see your tight panties when you bend over, if I even let you wear any.”

“Yes Mistress.  Anything Mistress.”  He says breathlessly.  “I will clean for you.  I will cook for you.  I will worship you!”

“You’ll do what a sissy was born to do.”  Gretchen says as she steps back.

“Here it comes.”  Whispers Beatriz.

“Shhhh.”

“Born to do?”  Johnny’s eyes widen, as so mine, as Gretchen peels her skirt up to reveal her long shapely legs.  “What…was I born to do Mistress?”

“Sissies are for sucking cock.”  Says Gretchen as bluntly as a hammer blow.  Still her skirt rises, right past the tops of her sheer stockings.  “Sissies are for taking cock.”  Without pause she wriggles her hips to pull the hem right up over her hips!  With nothing to hide it and framed by the straps of her garter belt the massive bulge in her red panties is revealed.  Grabbing her long schlong through the fabric she says in that hard German accent.  “Sissies are for cock.”  Pulling down the front her panties she lets the monster spill out into her hand.  “Big beautiful female cocks.”

Johnny’s eyes bulge and his mouth drops as he gawps at Gretchen’s member in absolute shock.

“Oh my God!”  I gasp at the enormous white anaconda I saw through the foliage.  Sloane and Hanae were big…but this was…GOD DAMN!

“Shhhh!  Quiet sister.”

“How…how…how big!?”  I babble.  My nose presses hard into the wood as I lean in, my eyes as big as Johnny’s.  “How big is she?”

“I do not know.”  Says Beatriz.  “Well over twelve inches.  She’s the longest of us for sure.”

“Over…what!?”  My mind is reeling.

Johnny was as dumbfounded as I was as he stares at over a foot of swaying German sausage.  Gretchen stands proudly stroking her cock, clearly enjoying his reaction.  “Mi-Mi-Mistress!?”

“He’s never seen her before?”  I ask.

“Not that he remembers.”  Beatriz says.  “First time, every time.”

“What do mean…?”  My question cuts short as Gretchen moves.

Holding her dick in the middle with six inches still protruding from her grip she slaps and taps Johnny’s comparatively microscopic member with her own.  She wasn’t simply bigger than him, like comparing a Great White to a guppy she was in a completely different category.  He stares down at it still rocked to the core.

“Do you see now why I do not need a man?”  Casually, playfully, she swats his spent dick from side to side with her own.  “Women like me are superior Johnny.  In every way, better.”  She then switches to slap his dick up and down.  “Normal women shall be conquered.  Sissies will be enslaved.”  A devilish smile grows.  “And men…real men…are destined for extinction.”

I look over to Beatriz more than a little disturbed by what I’d just heard, particularly delivered in that accent.  Bea glances at me and whispers.  “She’s not supposed to talk like that.  She’s been warned before.  Don’t tell anybody.”

“How?  How is this…possible?”  Johnny asks.  “This can’t be real.  Gretchen?”

“Something the matter?”  She rolls her foreskin back to reveal the entirety of her helmet shaped glans, then uses it to club his balls.  “Am I not perfect?”

He stares for a few moments more as if hypnotized, then blinks and looks up to her in awe.  “No!  You are perfect Mistress.  You are perfect!”  Love conquers all they say and for the besotted Johnny a foot-plus long donger was no impediment at all.  “Take me as your slave!”

She pats his cheek almost kindly, before reaching up to grab his hair.  “Bend the fuck over you little sissy bitch!  Time to put you to use.”

Handling him roughly she turns him around and bends him over.  He grabs the back of the bench and holds on tight.

“She isn’t!”  I say.

“She is.”  My dark sister replies.

“Right there in the garden?”

“Right there in the ass.”

“Oh my God.”  I say.  “She’s gonna hurt him!”

“Don’t worry sister.  Johnny can take it.  Though he does not know it this is hardly his first time.”

Gretchen swats Johnny’s bare ass and has him lift his ass and tilt his hips.  I couldn’t see his face but I could still remember the look of confused lust on it just before she spun him away from us.  

“There’s a good slut.  Stay there.”

“Yes Mistress.”  Comes a hoarse whisper.

Gretchen disappears the tree, just for a moment, then steps back out into sight rubbing a generous amount of lubricant along her whole length.  Like a saber her long hard penis gleams in the dappled sunlight.  With her hand coated in the stuff she then slap it hard straight into Johnny’s anus.

“Hah!”  He gasps, his back arching at the contact.

She spreads his cheeks to look at his winking back door before plunging a finger from each hand into his butt and pulling him open.

“Hnnngh!”

Two more fingers and stuck in as she opens him up and spreads.  “Look at that hungry little hole.  You are a fine sissy bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Ha ha ha ha!  RRRRR!”  Gretchen seems almost unhinged.  So cold and aloof and in control normally she proves to be a seething, snarling, frothing fiend once her blood was up.  Unable to hold back any longer she comes in behind him and lines herself up with his sphincter.

I clamp a hand over my mouth so I don’t accidentally make a sound, my eyes as big as saucers.

“Beg for it!  BEG!”

“Please!  Please Mistress!  Fuck your sissy slave!  Fuck mmmeeeEEEEEEEE!!!”

His smooth pretty voice rises in pitch and volume as his rear end is filled with Gretchen’s great lady cock.  “Yeahhhh.”  She growls as the inches disappear inside of his stretched hole one after the other.

“HAHHHHHHH!!!”  Johnny grips the bench with all of his strength as four inches becomes six then becomes eight.

No way.  There was NO fucking way it could all fit.  No way!

“Ohhhhh scheisse!”  Gretchen groans with pleasure as she grabs his hips and pulls herself in.

“OHHH GOD!”  Johnny is shaking, his knees would be giving out had Gretchen not been holding him.  Ten inches!  A FOOT!  Where in the hell was it all going!?

“Mmmmm.”  The German hums as she goes balls deep.  “Now THAT is some good fucking sissy.”

Warbling faintly, overwhelmed by both pleasure and pain, comes Johnny’s voice.  “…ohhhhh Mistressssss…I’m yourssss…”

Beatriz and I watch in rapt silence as Gretchen utterly destroys our handyman’s hot little assistant.  She fucks him hard. She fucks him fast.  And she fucks him deeper than any man ever could.  No mercy is pleaded for and not an ounce is given.  The fleshy claps ring out steadily as Gretchen pounds Johnny’s violated ass.  I wasn’t so much aroused as in a state of shock at the sheer savagery of the anal assault.  My own bum hurt just looking!

“Yeah!  Yeah!  Take it you little sissy slut!”  Gretchen hisses through clenched teeth.

“Ohhhh!  Ohhhh God!  Ohhhhh yessss!”  Was all poor Johnny could manage, far too overwhelmed for coherent thought.  His balls and limp dick swing in time to the hard driving ass reaming and we watch as he cums at least once, the sporadic dribble of precum suddenly becoming a faucet of jizz for a short time as he wails in carnal bliss. “OHHHHH!!!”

“Cumming so soon?  Ha ha ha ha!”  She slaps his ass.  “SLUT!”

It goes on and on.  With long, smooth, steady strokes Gretchen glides out eight to ten inches before blasting back in balls deep again and again and again.

“Hmmmm.”  Beatriz lets out a little moan beside me and only then do I realize by the steady rock of her shoulder against mine that she was jerking off in the darkness.  This was crazy!  I try not to think about her and stay focused on the show in the garden.

The end comes suddenly and without warning.  Gretchen was pounding away and then all at once she rams deep and holds there as Johnny quakes beneath her.  I couldn’t see the details but I just knew she was painting his guts white.  Her shoulders rise as she takes in a big breath, then lower as she slowly lets it out again.  And then a miraculous transformation happens before my eyes.  The wild and lusty demon cools and freezes entirely and the imperious ice queen returns.

Gretchen pulls her long glimmering meat from Johnny and it slumps heavily to swing between her legs.  A stream of sister semen rolls down his taint and over his balls as Johnny’s butthole gapes, twitching and trying to close up but taking awhile after such a reaming.  The moment she lets him go he collapses to his knees, his head and chest resting on the seat of the bench.  His shoulders rise and fall as he pants and gasps for breath.

Moving with perfect poise and grace Gretchen cleans herself off with a handkerchief she gets from where ever she’d gotten the lube.  She must have purse there or something.  She tucks herself away, lowers her skirt, and smooths out her clothes and hair.  She looks down on Johnny with cold eyes then sits down beside him.

The pair of them talk though their voices are now too low to hear.  To my surprise she pulls Johnny closer to lay his head on her lap and gently pet his sweaty hair.  Though her face displayed no warmth there is something in the way she touched him now.  It was almost…beautiful.

“She loves him.”  I smile.  “She loves him back, doesn’t she?  Gretchen actually has a heart.”

“Yes.”  Says Beatriz.   She wasn’t moving funny anymore and I could hear no evidence of fapping.  I wasn’t sure if she’d finished or just stopped, either way I just let it lie.

Johnny looks up at Gretchen as if she were a goddess and, just for an instant, I thought I saw a hint of sadness in her sharp features as she gazes back down at him.

“I love you.”  Johnny sighs.

“I know.”  Is her stony reply.

She gets him to his feet and wipes him down and cleans him up.  He stands in a haze of afterglow and infatuation, just watching as she attended to him and adoring the attention.  She brings out an ointment of some sort, she tells him that it will numb and heal, then she has him apply it to his sore bum.  After that she dresses him and combs his hair.

She sits again and pulls him down to sit beside her.  Truly her slave at this point he moves effortlessly at her slightest indication.  They speak some more, softly, then she kisses him on the cheek.  “You are beautiful.”  She states as a cold matter of fact.  “Next time I will bring you the dress.”

“Thank you Mistress.”  He says like a lovesick puppy.  “Thank you for…everything.”

She pulls his head to her shoulder and, putting her cheek to his head, holds him there a moment.  And then comes a vial.  Glass with a sparkling purplish liquid inside of it.  Gretchen holds it, stares at it, and rolls it around between her fingers before passing it over.  Johnny sits up and inspects it.

“What’s this?”

“A…present.  I want you have this.”

“A present.”  He grins excitedly.  “I drink it?”

“Yes Johnny.”  She says.  “You drink it.”

“The forget-me-shot.”  I whisper.

“An amnesia potion.”  Confirms Beatriz.  “He won’t remember any of this.”

“Potion?”  I look at her.  “Seriously, what is it?”

“Dom can tell you the details.”

“No, really, what is it Bea?”

“Watch.”

Johnny sits with the vial unstoppered and smells it, seeming to like the aroma.  He looks to Gretchen who gives him a nod then he downs the drink in a single gulp.  “Mmm!  That’s good.  Kinda…whooo…that’s…that’s…goo…”  His eyes loll back and he sways.  “Gretchen?  I’m not…ohhhh…”  Gretchen quickly puts an arm around him and takes the vial from his hand.  With a gentleness I did not think her capable of she slides off of the seat to lay him down across it.  “Gresshhhhaaaaahhh...”  Comes a slurred moan from Johnny as he feebly tries to reach for her.  She drugged him!?  What the hell Gretchen!

She stands and pauses.  Reaching down she runs her fingers through his hair one last time.  Then she collects her stuff and makes with a swift stride out of sight.  A moment later Beatriz and I hear her footfalls climb the stairs and walk across the porch, she enters the house leaving her lover alone in the yard.

It is mere seconds later that Johnny yawns and sits up seemingly none the worse for wear.  He rubs his body and squirms.  “Aw man, feelin good!”  He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and slaps his knees.  “Back to work.”  Before I knew it he had gathered up a pair of shears and was up pruning the bushes as if nothing had happened.  Johnny works with a smile and moves in a slow dancing rhythm to the old song that he sang to himself.  “Lady in red, is dancing with me, cheek to cheek…”

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