The Sissy and The Gardener

As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I'm not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I'm doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked.

It's all a bit much, so I head into the kitchen for a drink of water, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, my permanently locked away cock trying to strain against the metal chastity device.

I hear the door open and, "Hello? Do you mind if I use the... Oh." I forgot to lock the front door. I turn to see John, the gardener, giving me the up and down, and licking his lips. He says, "You're a sissy, I see. I bet you're going to give me more than cash for this job, then, aren't you?"

I blush, and smooth my ruffled apron a little, but all it does is draw his attention to the fact that I am, clearly, nothing but a chastised and obedient sissy. I start to open my mouth, but before I can say anything he says, "Don't say a word, slut. I came in to use the toilet. So you're going to come drink my pee now, aren't you?"

I can't help myself. I nod, silently. He gestures for me to walk past him, and towards the toilet. I obey, trembling a little. As I pass him, he gooses me on the right butt cheek, then grabs me from behind and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around mine and squeezing my D cup boobs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, and I let out a tiny moan and automatically wiggle my arse against it.

He whispers into my ear, "Good gurl, you behave and I'll fuck you right." Then he stands me upright, smacks my butt again, and I start high stepping to the bathroom as I've been trained to do when on display.

I arrive in the bathroom, turn around, and kneel down, crossing my arms behind me, and presenting my open mouth up. He walks slowly in, giving me an appreciative look, then unzips his fly. His cock pops out, and I again reflexively lick my lips, hungry to get that cock in my mouth. But I wait on my knees, as I'm trained to do.

He steps forward, and I lift my head up and wrap my lips around his hard cock. He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then sighs and starts to pee. All that nightly deep throating practice pays off, as I suck his whole cock into my throat and start swallowing. It's a good minute before he stops peeing and I come up for air, tears running down my face from the effort.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth, then says, "Good gurl! You are very well trained, I see." I nod, helplessly, arching my back even more, opening my mouth wide, and spreading my legs further apart.

Suddenly, I find myself picked up into a fireman's carry, his hand is squeezing the backs of my thighs, and I'm dangling helplessly over his shoulder. He strides into the living room, sits down on the couch, and in the same action drops me over his lap. He pulls my wrists together behind my back with one hand, yanks my panties down and starts spanking me, hard.

I whimper, and wriggle, and he just keeps spanking me, and spanking me. I normally can keep it together, but this time I just start crying and moaning, and repeatedly clenching my arse around the large butt plug that lives in it. Then suddenly it all stops, and I am shoved off onto the floor, where I land on all fours.

I automatically turn myself to face his crotch, where I can see his cock still hanging out, and inhale it all the way to his balls. As I slurp and lick and pump his shaft for all I'm worth, he pats me on the head and keeps moaning, "good gurl, good gurl".

It only takes a few minutes of this before he suddenly puts both hands around the back of my head, shoves his cock all the way in, then comes. I sit back on my heels, looking up at him proudly, and he pats my cheek, puts one finger under my chin, and stands up, bringing me with him.

He pulls me to him, and I snuggle in to his neck and breathe his sweaty garden scent as he squeezes my butt. He gives it a final pat and then looks me in the eye and mentions, "Your wife said you'd be a good little sissy cocksucker, and you were. Now it's back to work for both of us, and when she gets home we're going to spit roast you like one of those sissy pornstars you watch every night."

I can't wait.