A Picture Perfect Sissy

"They'll be okay with a girl like Holly?" Karen asked. "I mean, you'll explain how it is with him? She's just worth too much money to end up with anything broken."

"Oh they'll be fine with him," Taneesha assured her. "The way that sissy looks…and white, to boot? They'll treat her like a girl alright. That lil' boy is going to end up sticky and sore, I guarantee you that!"

Bondage shoots were always difficult for Jason. His arms wrenched painfully behind his back, laced into a leather mitt, cuffed and connected to a chain, he would be winched to the tips of his painted toes. Sometimes his ankles would be bound to his thighs and his bottom half hoisted and attached to the ceiling as well, leaving him fully suspended and perfectly defenseless. Sometimes he'd be laced into a punishment corset so tightly it was difficult to breathe. A ball-gag would be popped into his mouth and Sue would lace up his tiny penis with a leather cord or a satin ribbon, tying his balls off and pulling them uncomfortably backward. She'd attach the other end of the cord to the waistband of his garters. Sue was never gentle when she did these things to Jason and seemed to like hearing his muffled cries and moans through the ball gag.

The worst part, though, was the dildo that always "finished" Jason off, a long insinuating invader that was pushed into his unresisting bottom. That was the worst part because it always made his bound little penis hard, which hurt, and seemed so humiliating. The best part was that Jason didn't need to do any acting whatsoever during these shoots: the pain on his face was real, and so were his bright pretty tears.

Today Jason stood with his arms held out wide in the shape of a "Y," each wrist cuffed and attached to the ceiling. He was forced, as usual, up on his toes, but since he was wearing a pair of 5-inch platform sandals he could only sort of roll around on the fronts of the big heels.