Soothing My Sissy Scat Slut with what he so Desperately Needs
I look down at my sissy scat slut, affectionately nicknamed baby bird. He’s dressed so pretty – a little pink corset, its garters attached to sheer pink stockings. His little clitty stick has been tightly bound in a pink satin ribbon like a May Pole. The perfect image of a well-trained sissy scat slut.
Only the very top of the head peeked out, little pearls of pre-cum forming and spilling regularly. At the ends of the said ribbon are little jingle bells – they make the cutest little jingly sound when my feminized sissy slut twitches in excitement.
I can see both his need and hunger grow exponentially. He knows what’s going to happen. I’m thinking of a little appetizer before his full feeding. I straddle his face, legs straight, as I ask him if he’s thirsty. My little baby bird nearly quakes in anticipation as he joyfully tells me yes, yes, oh yes, please!!
I couldn’t deny such an enthusiastic plea from my sissy scat slut
I bent my legs, squatting over his gaping mouth, his neck straining up to reach his prize. Still a good six inches away from his gaping mouth, I let loose my stream of warm, golden piss. It hits his lips, his opened mouth. Droplets bounced across his cheek, nose, eyes, and throat. And still, he gulps down my nectar like a washed-up guppy gasping for the much-needed oxygen-rich waters.
He just looked so adorable – his mouth gaping wide, thrilled beyond all measure to take what I feed him, just like a baby bird spreads its beak wide for the mama bird to feed him (and thus his nickname is born, *giggles*).
As my stream slows, I lower myself further, allowing him the privilege of cleaning me. Again, the glee that he feels is vocalized and it brings a smile to my face.
I have a special surprise for my slut
It’s that time of the month when “my special friend” comes to visit. A little giggle bubbles up from his throat as he suckles my ruby juices from my weeping cunt. I can visualize his lips painted red with my menstrual juices, and as a result, it makes me all the wetter for my sissy scat slut
I pull myself up from his gluttonous meal. He knows what’s to come next – it’s what he’s been waiting so patiently for. He knows it’s time as I smile at him. That’s when I hear his soft-spoken mantra – yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…
That’s when I grunt and groan, pushing out my baby bird’s meal. my sphincter starts to open to him, my soft brown log descending onto his hungry mouth, growing and elongating; the pungent odor an aphrodisiac for my sissy scat slut.
Looking at my sissy scat slut, I can see that this is what he so desperately needs
My feces finally connect with his extended tongue, lapping at the tip as he greedily starts to dine on my excrement. The taste is Nirvana for him, even as I order him not to swallow yet – to swish it around his mouth like a fine wine, liquefying it and making sure it seeps into every poor taste bud in his mouth.
As I tell him he can now swallow, he does so with a full-body spasm. His muscles lock and tighten as he begs to cum. I smile and tell him that yes, he may, but he has to catch every drop so he laps up his cum for dessert.
With that his body shutters, his clitty milk spilling into his waiting hand, his mantra changing from yes, yes, yes, yes, to thank you, thank you, oh thank you.
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