Sissy's First Ramadan 01

Owned submissive sissy Farah breaks her fast with her owner's cock and learns something about gratitude.

Farah squirmed in her spot. It was uncomfortable being on her knees under the table, but this was the only place for her if she was to break her fast properly.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for her Owner to sit down.

“It's almost time,” he reassured her, giving her a pat on the head.

Farah pouted, leaning her dark head against her Owner's knee. Her cocklette ached from being locked up the whole day, and her nipples were sore from her new full-coverage steel nipple shields.

Not eating or drinking anything since morning was hard enough, but being chained and owned and unable to find relief was worse.

Thankfully, before Farah could sink deeper into these thoughts, her Owner’s phone chimed, signalling iftar.

“Go ahead,” Owner said, undoing his pants.

Farah cupped her hands together and whispered her prayer for breaking her fast, then opened her mouth wide.

Mmmm….

She missed having this!

Owner's cock tasted delicious! It was nice and hot on Farah’s tongue, the smell of his oud mixing with the masculine taste of a virile man.

He didn't make her wait long. Almost immediately, a warm stream of liquid gushed into Farah's mouth and she moaned.

The hot fresh piss tasted amazing after a whole day of not drinking anything. Before Ramadan started, Owner used to have to tie Farah up and force her to drink his piss. But after a whole week of drinking it for iftar, Farah was coming to appreciate how it made her feel closer to her owner and how the pungent flavour awakened her inner submissive slut.

Farah gulped and gulped and gulped down all of Owner’s bladder juice while she listened to him tucking in. She had prepared enough for the both of them, but she wouldn't be able to eat anything until she was done down there!

Farah worked her tongue into the slit of her Owner’s cock, cleaning it as deeply as it could. As she worked, his cock started to harden, growing in Farah’s mouth until it was hitting the back of her throat.

It was moments like this that made Farah appreciate her owner’s guidance more. His hardening cock between her lips made her even more aware of her own useless, twitching, tightly restrained cocklette. Her own sissy dick was so much tinier, so much softer, less virile, completely unsuited to being used like his was.

No, Farah’s little sissy clit was meant to be a limp decoration between her legs, a constant reminder that she was never good enough to be a man. It would never penetrate a hole or bestow an orgasm on a woman.

She moaned softly as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down on her Owner’s thick manmeat. Now that she was an owned, sissy slut, Farah broke her fast very differently than before. She had to tend to her Owner’s needs before her own, and that meant she had to polish his cock until he was satisfied! The knowledge that she wouldn’t be getting any proper food until after all of his desires were met, only served to affirm Farah’s submissive nature. She closed her eyes, focusing on nothing else but her Owner’s cock in her mouth. It was heavy on her tongue, thick and suffocating, just the way Farah loved it. She swallowed around it, taking it into her throat and gurgling on it. Her owner grunted in approval, a hand coming down to stroke her hair.

“You’ve come so far, slut,” He praised her. Indeed she had! From barely 3 inches into her mouth, to almost all the way down to the base of his cock, Farah had learned so much about throating his cock! She heard him set aside his cutlery.

“C’mon slut, get up. It’s time to feed your other mouth!”

Farah released the lovely fuckstick in her mouth and got to her feet, pulling her abaya up and out of the way so that she wouldn’t trip over it.

“Look at you, so proper, so decent,” her owner cooed, grabbing her by the neck.

Farah moaned softly. She had never been a very devout, or very adherent Muslim until she met her owner. He was the one who convinced her to start dressing modestly, especially during this special time of fasting. Instead of just long sleeves and long dresses, he wanted her to wear a full length abaya and niqab to work.

It had been an adjustment. Not only was Farah unused to being covered all the time, Owner made her wear other ‘modesty’ items under her abaya. Like her nipple shields. They were thick steel covers that were held in place over Farah’s sensitive puffy buds by a steel bar through each nipple. They served a dual purpose of preventing her from playing with them, and also made them ache terribly with their weight, increasing their sensitivity tenfold by the time night rolled around. Then, there was her new inverted cockcage and the accompanying steel cup over it. If Farah sat or moved wrong, her abaya would cling to the steel cup and out her as a sissy slut, so she had to be extra careful.

All these helped Farah to practice mindfulness, to be grateful that she had the privilege of learning how to be a proper sissy and serve a man.

“Undress,” Owner ordered.

Farah quickly pulled her abaya up and over her head, tossing it aside. Owner smiled at her, his dark eyes shining with approval. He stepped forward and carefully undid Farah’s nipple piercing, releasing them from the heavy metal shields. She moaned softly as each one came free of its prison. Her relief was short lived as her owner swiftly threaded thick rings through each one and hooked a chain onto them. He also undid the lock on her cage, releasing her tiny limp dicklette.

Next to Owner’s massive cock, Farah’s two inches looked pathetic.

“Sore?” Owner asked, a touch of concern in his voice. He massaged Farah’s tiny sissy sac and tic tac with his large palm to help promote circulation.

Farah bit her lip, feeling a little shy. Even though he subjected her to all sorts of cruel training, he showed his care in little ways.

“A little,” Farah whispered. The soreness felt good though. It was evidence that she had been a good, limp, modest sissy all day.

Owner kissed the top of her head, easing her little dicklette into her usual cage instead. It prevented Farah from getting hard as well, but without the intense pressure and tightness. He flicked her sissy sac roughly, making her moan in pain, before bending her over the table.

“Are you hungry, slut?” he asked, spanking her ass roughly.

“Yes sir!” Farah moaned.

Every spank made her jerk, and every time she jerked, the heavy chain on her tits swung, pulling on her already sore nipples painfully.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock, sir! I’m hungry for your cock!”

“And where do you want it?”

“In my sissyhole, sir!”

“How badly do you want it?”

“Please sir! I’m so hungry for your cock! Please feed my hole with your cock!” Farah panted, reaching behind her to spread her asscheeks.

Her owner landed a few hard spanks on her twitching sissyhole, then squeezed her little nutbag roughly. Farah squeaked in pain, but made no move to get away. If she tried to run, then Owner would not give her the meal she wanted!

“Since you’ve been such a modest, good sissy….” Owner growled.

Farah whimpered, feeling a blunt cockhead push at her boicunt. Her hole was extra tight because she wasn’t allowed to toy with it from sunrise to sunset. It remained empty, untrained, unstretched until her owner ploughed it wide open. While Farah wasn’t a fan of painal, she couldn’t deny how much more humiliating and submissive it made her feel to have her sissyhole forced open again every night. She knew it was going to hurt and yet she willingly offered up her hole for her owner to split apart, lying there and spreading her own asscheeks apart so that he could remind her boipussy who it belonged to once more.

“What a slutty little sissy,” Owner murmured, forcing his cock deeper into Farah’s aching hole.

She whimpered and moaned again, “Your slutty little sissy,” she said submissively.

The dryness and tightness of her unstretched orifice allowed to feel just how thick, how masculine, how virile her owner was. His cock was splitting her apart at the seams, visiting incredible pain on Farah’s defenseless sissyhole, establishing his dominion over her completely. Farah’s cocklette twitched and jerked inside its cage as her owner forced his fuckstick into her dry boicunt. He was stretching out the walls of her asspussy, giving her no choice but to accommodate the girth of his fat dick. It was both painful and also incredibly arousing to Farah because as a sissy slut, she craved being made to take cock, made to serve a man!

Inch by inch, Owner pushed his thick fuckstick deeper into Farah’s boicunt until their hips were flush. Then, he reached around Farah to grab her nipple chains, pulling them over her shoulder so that he could use them as fuck reigns.

Owner loved yanking her nipple rings or chains, forcing her to squeeze tightly on his dick while he fucked her boicunt. He loved the way she squealed and whined in pain, but submitted anyway!

“Clench up now,” Owner reminded Farah.

Farah squeezed her asspussy muscles obediently, even as it brought tears to her eyes. Owner started thrusting, each stroke chafing at Farah’s poor insides. His heavy, free-hanging balls, slapped against her own trapped ones. Each plap of his bigger nutsac against her smaller one only served to affirm her place as his servile hole.

“Thank you for feeding my slutty hole! Thank you for feeding my slutty hole!” Farah moaned and gasped with each stroke. This month of fasting was meant to show people just how much they had to be grateful for. Indeed, Farah was grateful that she was an owned sissy! Her life before her owner had been like a boat without a pier, drifting and aimless. The pain of being assfucked dry reminded her of the unsatisfying, unowned life she had before this, and helped her to be grateful. Grateful for painal, grateful for sissy training, grateful that her owner cared enough about her to enforce her fasting and fuck her needy hole after! Truly, Farah was blessed to be able to receive her Owner’s cock like this, blessed to be able to serve as his urinal, blessed to have her cocklette locked up and be turned into a proper Muslim sissy sister!

As she meditated upon her mantra, her body began to respond as a slutty sissy would, with even more arousal. Her little sissyclit twitched and jerked harder, and her hole zinged with pleasure. She began pushing her ass backwards to impale herself fully on her Owner’s cock until their hips were slapping together violently with loud PAPs.

“Nngh, nngh, thank you for feeding my slutty hole!” Farah chanted fervently as her owner continued to plough her hole. In and out, in and out, his thick fuckstick drilled the same lesson into Farah’s asspussy every night without fail, carving out a space inside her body for cock and cock alone.

“Clench harder!” Owner growled, pulling hard on the nipple chains.

Farah squeezed as tight as she could, squealing as her nipples were stretched painfully and her ass was pierced deeply. When she squeezed her asspussy muscles, it meant her owner’s cock would mash up against her p-spot, forcing drops of sissy slick from her sissyclit. But unfortunately for her, the pain far outweighed the pleasure and Farah couldn’t get close to the edge at all!

“Do you think you can cum?” Owner grunted as he continued to pound Farah’s asspussy relentlessly.

Farah shook her head, tears springing to her eyes, “No sir, I don’t think I can!”. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself, or toy with herself because according to her owner, all sissies should orgasm hands-free, on their owner’s cock.

Owner snorted, half amused, “Then I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow!”

A few strokes later, he grunted his pleasure and planted his seed deep inside Farah’s slutty hole. Farah was left aching for a release that was so close and yet so far. Her dicklette twitched pathetically in its cage, a bead of sissyslick on its tip. Her asspussy throbbed from the painful fucking, the tremors of pleasure too little for her to reach orgasm, but too much for her to handle in the moment.

Owner pulled Farah up against his chest, groping her growing tits. He kneaded the soft flesh mounds and pulled on her nipple rings as he emptied his balls into her.

“Don’t worry, little slut, you’ll get there.” He petted her hair gently, reaching down to cup her caged cocklette. He tenderly wiped away the moisture there and brought his fingers to her lips. Farah opened her mouth obediently and cleaned her own mess from his fingers.

Owner opened his hand and smacked Farah’s balls several times, making her gasp and cry out. The sharp pain helped to dispel some of her arousal and frustration.

“Better luck tomorrow,” Owner murmured to Farah as he pulled his cock from her boicunt. He swiftly stuffed a plug inside to keep her hole fed.

“Thank you for feeding my slutty hole, sir,” Farah whispered softly. She turned around and laid her head on his chest.

Owner hugged her gently, stroking her hair. He never scolded her or shamed her for being unable to cum handsfree during painal. He only ever gave her encouragement and reassured her that she would eventually learn to enjoy the dry strokes of his cock in her asspussy, and that she would be able to cum on his cock no matter what.

“Go to the living room,” Owner said, “I’ll fix your plate.”

Farah obeyed. She dropped onto all fours and crawled to the living room. Her owner appeared soon after, her dog bowl in his hands. He placed it down on the carpet and nodded at Farah. That was her cue to stick her face in the bowl and her ass up in the air. Farah knew that he loved watching her like this, nipple rings and chains brushing the carpet, her sissy clit caged between her legs, and her asspussy plugged up nice and snug with a load of his cum inside.

While she wasn’t looking forward to having to put on her ‘modest’ outfit again tomorrow, Farah could at least enjoy her momentary ‘freedom’ until sunrise.