istress
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Posted:May 3, 2024 8:03 am
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"Hi Miss," he says, his voice soft. "I'm sorry to just... show up like this. I was on a walk and then it started raining." He pauses, wets his lips. "I thought- maybe I could come in to warm up? See if it clears up soon?" His eyes are gentle, pleading. For shelter surely, but I can't help but wonder if there's more that he desires.
I purse my lips and consider his story. Drew only lives a few blocks away, so if he was close to my house, he's still not that far from his. I take a closer look at him -- utterly drenched. He must have been in the rain for a while. But then I look beyond him to the weather, it's absolutely pouring, I can hardly even see the street. He could have gotten this wet in ten seconds. I look back at Drew's, frail, shivering form, and I take note that his jacket is unbuttoned.
"Why isn't your shirt done up?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, my voice stern. Sterner than I meant, actually; I've caught myself a bit off guard. Best lean into it now. Drew's eyes grow a bit wide as he looks down.
"Oh, sorry Miss I forgot." Flustered, and his face already red from the cold, he starts buttoning up his flannel shirt. "I was lost in thought and I guess I didn't realize it was raining until I was already wet, so I thought-"
"Did I tell you to button it up?" This time I mean to be stern. Between his helplessness and fluster, and the fact that he addressed me as Miss, he's stirred something within me. I intend to have some fun with him tonight. Drew immediately stops, mouth agape. He shakes his head and starts trying to speak, but I put up a finger to shush him. I continue: "Your clothes are soaking wet, we're going to dry them. Come in, I'll make tea."
"I- uh, um. Thank you Miss." He comes inside and closes the door behind himself. I go to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and retrieve two mugs from the cupboard. When I return to the living area, Drew is standing just inside the door, a clueless little sissy boi. He would be simply adorable, were he not dripping water onto my welcome mat.
"What are you doing?" My stern, commanding tone now fully intentional. "I said we're going to dry your clothes and get you warmed up. We can't do that while you're in them. Strip." I feel myself start to smirk and try to hide that, at least for now. Drew hesitates, so I walk over to him, cup his chin in my hand. "You come to my door, unannounced, a sissy boi in distress, asking for my hospitality." I bring my face very close to his, and feel his breath quickening. "Being a kind and magnanimous Mistress, I allow you into my home to warm up. Now you insult me by not following directions?" I then gently slap his cute butt-- not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to remind him of his place. "Your clothes are going into the dryer. Strip."
He gasps and squeaks as I slap him, then bites his lip at my command."Yes Miss" he says, as he sheds his flannel shirt and hangs it on my coat rack.
I take a few steps back to lean against an armchair. "Good boi." He winces as he pulls up his shirt, probably because it's so cold. I take a moment to admire his chest and belly -- slim, smooth and hairless. Not especially well-defined, almost androgynous, just what I'd like to sink my teeth into. While his face is covered, I take the opportunity to bite my lip. He hangs his shirt and knit beanie on top of the coat rack. He goes to undo his pants, and then seems to hesitate again.
"Off with them" I say, snapping twice. "It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before." With this, I give a wry grin.
"Well, you say that..." Drew says as he slowly undoes his pants. Pulling them down, I notice his underwear. At first I thought he was wearing skimpy briefs, but upon closer attention, he's wearing panties. Pink, with a blue floral design. My eyes grow a bit wide with surprise and I step forward to investigate.
"My my my, what have we here?" I sit on the arm of the couch and run my nails up and down Drew's hairless thighs, toward the panties, and feel him shiver. I slip my finger just underneath the bottom to pull it forward and snap it back. He yelps in surprise. "Care to explain yourself, my sweet sissy faggot?"
Drew is silent, blushes beet red while I continue caressing his legs, which appear to also be newly shaved. "What's the matter? Cat got your-- oh!" As I run my fingers along the front of his panties, I feel something hard, perhaps steel. "What is this?" I look at him expectantly, he's brought his hand to his mouth and is biting his finger. His face is scarlet.
"Achmstmchsh," he mumbles unintelligibly. I don't view this as an acceptable answer. I wrap my fingers around this unknown implement through the panties, and bring my face but a centimeter in front of his.
"You're going to be a good boi for me and tell me first why you're wearing panties, and second what this," I tap my nails over the hard object "is doing inside them, okay my sweet little sissy boi?" At this I kiss his forehead gently.
Once again, I notice him wince slightly at "sissy boi," and let out a small moan when I kiss him. "I- I'm wearing panties... because..."
I pull his panties to the ground in one fell swoop and smile mischieviously. "Well, you were wearing panties because..." I trail off, smiling with an innocent malice.
"...because I... I want..." I see him grow tense.
"You want what?" I wrap my hand around the back of his neck bring his face even closer to mine. He whispers something that I can't hear. I move my face just in front of his ear and whisper as quietly and sultrily as I can "Be a good boi and let it out."
"I don't want to be your good boi." Drew's voice is quick and sudden, his tone much firmer than before. It's as though words had to come out all at once, without hesitation. He brings his hands to his mouth immediately, as though he's done something wrong by speaking.
At this, first I frown in confusion, but then I start to put the pieces together and smile wide. "What would you like to be instead, my darling?" I hear a whisper in response, but can't quite make it out. I bring my hand to Drew's chin. "Speak up darling, I can't hear you."
"I want to be your good gurl." Another whisper, slightly louder, and only barely loud enough for me to hear it, but I nevertheless feel it light a fire in my stomach. Tonight, Drew and I are going to have fun.
"Mmmmm.... I'm going to need you to do better than that, my darling. Say it out loud, like you mean it.
"Please Miss, I want to be your good little gurl." Her voice is still quiet, but at least it's no longer a whisper. I deem this acceptable, at least for now.
I whisper to her in return: "Oh you want to be my good gurl do you?" I pull my head back to watch her nod at me. I look down at where her panties used to be and see a small chastity cage. Grinning even wider, I tap it with my fingers. "Well that answers part one. But what's this here?"
"A cage." Her voice is at a whisper. Not a meek one, but not confident enough for my liking.
"Darling," I say in my most patronizing tone, "if you want to be my good gurl, you're going to need to be forthright with me." I tap the cage a few times with my nails. "Tell me what this is and why you're wearing it."
Drew takes a deep breath. "It's a cage that I put on my-" she bites her lip, "on my tiny clit because I don't want to have a- a cock right now."
"Mmmmmm what a good gurl you're being, answering my questions." I bring my hands to her hips, and begin to scratch her buttocks. "With this cage on, you're not going to be able to play with your clitty, are you?" She shakes her head. I spread her open "But what about this boi pussy of yours, hm?" I release my hands, let her butt jiggle. "Is that fair game?
"Yes Miss." Her voice is softer in tone than earlier, she's taking to the "good gurl" role like a hand to a glove. I can't wait to ravage her.
"Yes Miss what?" I pull her smooth butt cheeks apart further, to expose and emphasize her boi pussy.
Through a moan, she responds "Yes Miss I still want to play with my boi pussy." I see her eyes sparkle slightly as she describes her anatomy in such overtly feminine terms. I sense an opportunity to push this envelope a bit further.
Frowning, I ask "Do you want to play with your pussy? Is that all?" She looks confused. "Or do you also want me to play with your pussy?"
I slap her cute butt hard and then step back. She gasps, then moans into a slight giggle. I hear that the kettle has boiled, so I decide to move onto the next step. "You're going to take those clothes and throw them in the dryer, give them a low-heat cycle. Then you're going to go to my bedroom. Hanging at the foot of my bed is my nightie. You're going to grab that nightie. Now- do you have a gurly name you want to use?"
Drew shakes her head. "No Miss."
"Would you like one? Or should I use your old name?"
She suddenly smiles ear to ear and nods vigorously "Yes Miss." I raise my eyebrows inquisitively, so she clarifies. "Uh, new name please, Miss."
"Then so it shall be. You're going to put on my nightie and turn to the mirror. Look yourself up and down and take in just what a pretty, sweet gurl you are. Repeat to yourself «I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl.» You're going to do that ten times, then you're going to come to my bedroom. I'll have more instructions waiting for you there. Do you understand?"
My gorgeous little submissive nods and immediately grabs her clothes. "Yes Miss." She scurries off to the laundry room before I can even say "good gurl." I chuckle to myself and head to the kitchen to pour some tea. As I let the water cool off slightly in the mugs, I open the cupboard and reach for my standard Earl Grey. But as I remove it, I notice another box of tea behind it. Thé noir à l'érable- special maple-flavored tea I'd gotten on a ski trip to Whistler. A special tea for a special night, I think to myself as I plop a bag into each mug. The maple essence in each bag wafts up with the steam, immediately bringing me back to the lodge, warming up with tea around the fireplace after a long day on the slopes, while the snow howled just outside. I turn to the window, see that it's raining even harder than it was earlier. Yes, this was the perfect tea to pick tonight. Carrying the mugs from the kitchen to the bedroom, I pass by the bathroom where my sweet gurl is practicing her lines.
"I'm Mistress's submissive pr- no. I'm Mistress's pretty subm- no that doesn't sound right. I'm Mist-cough." She's trying so hard, rehearsing her lines to make sure they're right. "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." A pause, then frustrated "No, Mistress said I need to believe it." Oh sweet gurl, it's like she's rehearsing a vocal solo for the opera or something. She's doing such a good job, I'll be sure to reward her later. I make it to my bedroom, set the mugs of tea on the nightstand, and start to undress- but I remove just my pants and panties for now. I'm still dressed all comfy for a day of lounging, so I don't want to take off more than I have to just yet.
Just as I'm sitting down on the bed, my sweet, cute gurl walks into the room sheepishly. Her long, wavy hair frames her face like a painting, the slight strawberry blonde tones complementing the pink nightie perfectly. It's flowy enough that I can't quite make out her delicate frame, but with each step I can see an imprint of the cage around her clit through the front. I smile wide at her, eyes surely glittering with lust, and spread my legs.
I don't need to tell her to get down on her knees before me, or to close her eyes and kiss my pussy. I made it clear when we first started playing together that this was expected in every scene. It's our way of ritualizing her submission to me, like kissing a ring. This time though, she kisses me for a bit longer than usual, and she pushes her face deeper than normal. I smile and take a deep breath -- I take this to mean she intends to submit even harder than usual. My gurl leans back, still on her knees, but now sitting on her feet. I feel a rich tightness in my chest -- she looks like a delicate flower that I want to pull apart petal by petal until she's utterly broken. But that's not for today. Today is gentle. I'll torture her later. She looks up at me with wide, adorable eyes, lips still glossed by my pussy.
"Good gurl." I say in my most caring tone. I reach for the tea on the nightstand and hand her a mug. "Drink."
She accepts the mug in both hands and takes a sip. "Thank you Mistress."
I lean back slightly, still making sure to tower over my girl. "You're welcome, princess. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom." She blushes and sips her tea. I continue, "I'd like to hear it."
She holds the tea to her face for a while, then puts it down. Quietly, but confidently, she says "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." She looks up at me with doe eyes and it takes everything in my power not to shove her face back into my hairless pussy immediately.
I angle my head cockily. "Who's your mistress?"
"You." Her response is immediate and nonchalant.
I lean forward. "Then tell me again whose you are."
"Yours, Mistress."
"My what?"
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl." At this, I notice her legs twitch. I'd bet the cage around her tiny clitty is feeling incredibly tight right now.
"That's right." I cup my hand under her chin. "You're my pretty submissive gurl." I move my hand down slightly, stroking her neck. "Tell me again."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl."
"Again, with more passion."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl!" Her practice has paid off -- I can feel her conviction -- she really made sure to rehearse until she believed it, until there was no doubt in her mind that she is, in fact, my gorgeous, ravishing, submissive girly toy. I think again to walking by the bathroom, and suddenly her name comes to me.
"Good gurl, Aria." Her eyes widen at her new name. "Yes, Aria, that's you. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom, like an opera singer, rehearsing for an aria. You really wanted to do a good job for me, didn't you Aria?" She blushes, looks down, and nods. I deem this insufficient, grab her face and point it back up at me. More sternly, I repeat "Did you want to do a good job for me, Aria?"
"Yes Mistress." She is visibly shaken.
"Then tell me. Tell me who you are, and who you belong to."
She looks at me with wide eyes. "I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl, Aria. I'm your toy. I'm yours to play with as you see fit." She smiles and bites her lip. This, I deem sufficient.
"Good gurl Aria." I smile, relax, and release her head. She immediately takes another sip of her tea, and I notice her hands trembling slightly. "Now that we all know our place, let's set some expectations. Do you have any limits as Aria that you didn't before?"
She nods. "Kind of. I'd rather you not play with my tiny clitty."
"Of course, of course." I move my foot underneath her nightie. "Can I admire her though?" At Aria's nod, I lift the nightie to examine the cage. It's small, no surprise, and kind of a webbed design. On the sides, I see a black strap, which seems to run around her back, holding the cage in place. "Oh she's adorable" I say, mesmerized.
Aria blushes again. "Well, it's ok if you play with- her, but please don't unlock the cage."
I look at her playfully. "Oh I wouldn't dream of unlocking you Aria, don't you worry your pretty little head." Given permission to play with her clit though, I push it around a bit with my feet. It's held in place rather tightly, she must really not want to get hard. "Anything else?"
Aria shakes her head. "Nothing else new, but the usual limits still apply." "Except..." I widen my eyes as she looks off thoughtfully. "Could you... make a point of talking about me... like a gurl?"
I turn my head in mild confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
Aria blushes and bites her lip. "Like... my clit, and my pussy, and my- titties." She drinks some more tea to collect herself. "It helps me feel extra gurly."
I smirk mischievously. "What about your titties and your pussy and your clit makes you feel extra gurly, princess?"
Aria blushes "When you talk about them." She hides her face in her tea again, surely she must be almost out with all that she's drinking.
"And would you like me to play with them as well?" I push her clit around with my feet some more, to Aria's gasps."
"Yes Mistress, I want you to play with my pussy and my titties." I smirk; she's learned quickly that I want her to be direct. I like that.
"Well we can certainly make that happen, Aria." I lean back, resting my weight on my hands now, spreading my legs a bit to expose my pussy, as well as my cleavage. I catch Aria sneaking a look at each. "And would you like to cum?"
Aria's eyes flutter a bit in confusion. She smiles, biting her tongue. I continue: "Because gurls don't always cum, you know. I think you might need to learn how to enjoy sex without an orgasm." I see several waves of emotion dance across her face. "I know we've done denial play before, but this is different. With that, I would tease you and tease you and tease you, get you ever so close to cumming, and then stop, to deny you release. Isn't that right, princess?"
"Yes Mistress." I can see her shifting her weight from side to side, remembering the exquisite torture that I've put her through.
I put on a more matter-of-fact face and tone. "This is different. Orgasm denial is still about orgasm, is it not?" I lean forward, leaving my legs spread. "Tonight is about other kinds of pleasure." I cup her chin in my hand and run my thumb up and down. "So let me be very clear. I have no intention of making you cum tonight." She inhales sharply- I continue. "I will play with you, I will tease you, I will caress you. I will push you around." I place my thumb in Aria's mouth and hold it open. "I will slap you and spank you. I will pinch your titties, choke you, and fuck your boi pussy until you scream." I can feel Aria's breathing quicken and deepen, and I both see and feel her begin to drool, her eyes wide open. "It's your job, as my good gurl, to relax, and enjoy precisely the pleasure I give you. It's not foreplay, it's not anticipation. I'm not teasing you to foreshadow something greater, I'm teasing you because you're my toy and that's how I want to play with you. That is exactly what you're getting. Just me, your mistress, playing with her toy. Do you understand?"
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Posted:May 3, 2024 8:03 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 10:56 am 38 Views
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"Hi Miss," he says, his voice soft. "I'm sorry to just... show up like this. I was on a walk and then it started raining." He pauses, wets his lips. "I thought- maybe I could come in to warm up? See if it clears up soon?" His eyes are gentle, pleading. For shelter surely, but I can't help but wonder if there's more that he desires.
I purse my lips and consider his story. Drew only lives a few blocks away, so if he was close to my house, he's still not that far from his. I take a closer look at him -- utterly drenched. He must have been in the rain for a while. But then I look beyond him to the weather, it's absolutely pouring, I can hardly even see the street. He could have gotten this wet in ten seconds. I look back at Drew's, frail, shivering form, and I take note that his jacket is unbuttoned.
"Why isn't your shirt done up?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, my voice stern. Sterner than I meant, actually; I've caught myself a bit off guard. Best lean into it now. Drew's eyes grow a bit wide as he looks down.
"Oh, sorry Miss I forgot." Flustered, and his face already red from the cold, he starts buttoning up his flannel shirt. "I was lost in thought and I guess I didn't realize it was raining until I was already wet, so I thought-"
"Did I tell you to button it up?" This time I mean to be stern. Between his helplessness and fluster, and the fact that he addressed me as Miss, he's stirred something within me. I intend to have some fun with him tonight. Drew immediately stops, mouth agape. He shakes his head and starts trying to speak, but I put up a finger to shush him. I continue: "Your clothes are soaking wet, we're going to dry them. Come in, I'll make tea."
"I- uh, um. Thank you Miss." He comes inside and closes the door behind himself. I go to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and retrieve two mugs from the cupboard. When I return to the living area, Drew is standing just inside the door, a clueless little sissy boi. He would be simply adorable, were he not dripping water onto my welcome mat.
"What are you doing?" My stern, commanding tone now fully intentional. "I said we're going to dry your clothes and get you warmed up. We can't do that while you're in them. Strip." I feel myself start to smirk and try to hide that, at least for now. Drew hesitates, so I walk over to him, cup his chin in my hand. "You come to my door, unannounced, a sissy boi in distress, asking for my hospitality." I bring my face very close to his, and feel his breath quickening. "Being a kind and magnanimous Mistress, I allow you into my home to warm up. Now you insult me by not following directions?" I then gently slap his cute butt-- not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to remind him of his place. "Your clothes are going into the dryer. Strip."
He gasps and squeaks as I slap him, then bites his lip at my command."Yes Miss" he says, as he sheds his flannel shirt and hangs it on my coat rack.
I take a few steps back to lean against an armchair. "Good boi." He winces as he pulls up his shirt, probably because it's so cold. I take a moment to admire his chest and belly -- slim, smooth and hairless. Not especially well-defined, almost androgynous, just what I'd like to sink my teeth into. While his face is covered, I take the opportunity to bite my lip. He hangs his shirt and knit beanie on top of the coat rack. He goes to undo his pants, and then seems to hesitate again.
"Off with them" I say, snapping twice. "It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before." With this, I give a wry grin.
"Well, you say that..." Drew says as he slowly undoes his pants. Pulling them down, I notice his underwear. At first I thought he was wearing skimpy briefs, but upon closer attention, he's wearing panties. Pink, with a blue floral design. My eyes grow a bit wide with surprise and I step forward to investigate.
"My my my, what have we here?" I sit on the arm of the couch and run my nails up and down Drew's hairless thighs, toward the panties, and feel him shiver. I slip my finger just underneath the bottom to pull it forward and snap it back. He yelps in surprise. "Care to explain yourself, my sweet sissy faggot?"
Drew is silent, blushes beet red while I continue caressing his legs, which appear to also be newly shaved. "What's the matter? Cat got your-- oh!" As I run my fingers along the front of his panties, I feel something hard, perhaps steel. "What is this?" I look at him expectantly, he's brought his hand to his mouth and is biting his finger. His face is scarlet.
"Achmstmchsh," he mumbles unintelligibly. I don't view this as an acceptable answer. I wrap my fingers around this unknown implement through the panties, and bring my face but a centimeter in front of his.
"You're going to be a good boi for me and tell me first why you're wearing panties, and second what this," I tap my nails over the hard object "is doing inside them, okay my sweet little sissy boi?" At this I kiss his forehead gently.
Once again, I notice him wince slightly at "sissy boi," and let out a small moan when I kiss him. "I- I'm wearing panties... because..."
I pull his panties to the ground in one fell swoop and smile mischieviously. "Well, you were wearing panties because..." I trail off, smiling with an innocent malice.
"...because I... I want..." I see him grow tense.
"You want what?" I wrap my hand around the back of his neck bring his face even closer to mine. He whispers something that I can't hear. I move my face just in front of his ear and whisper as quietly and sultrily as I can "Be a good boi and let it out."
"I don't want to be your good boi." Drew's voice is quick and sudden, his tone much firmer than before. It's as though words had to come out all at once, without hesitation. He brings his hands to his mouth immediately, as though he's done something wrong by speaking.
At this, first I frown in confusion, but then I start to put the pieces together and smile wide. "What would you like to be instead, my darling?" I hear a whisper in response, but can't quite make it out. I bring my hand to Drew's chin. "Speak up darling, I can't hear you."
"I want to be your good gurl." Another whisper, slightly louder, and only barely loud enough for me to hear it, but I nevertheless feel it light a fire in my stomach. Tonight, Drew and I are going to have fun.
"Mmmmm.... I'm going to need you to do better than that, my darling. Say it out loud, like you mean it.
"Please Miss, I want to be your good little gurl." Her voice is still quiet, but at least it's no longer a whisper. I deem this acceptable, at least for now.
I whisper to her in return: "Oh you want to be my good gurl do you?" I pull my head back to watch her nod at me. I look down at where her panties used to be and see a small chastity cage. Grinning even wider, I tap it with my fingers. "Well that answers part one. But what's this here?"
"A cage." Her voice is at a whisper. Not a meek one, but not confident enough for my liking.
"Darling," I say in my most patronizing tone, "if you want to be my good gurl, you're going to need to be forthright with me." I tap the cage a few times with my nails. "Tell me what this is and why you're wearing it."
Drew takes a deep breath. "It's a cage that I put on my-" she bites her lip, "on my tiny clit because I don't want to have a- a cock right now."
"Mmmmmm what a good gurl you're being, answering my questions." I bring my hands to her hips, and begin to scratch her buttocks. "With this cage on, you're not going to be able to play with your clitty, are you?" She shakes her head. I spread her open "But what about this boi pussy of yours, hm?" I release my hands, let her butt jiggle. "Is that fair game?
"Yes Miss." Her voice is softer in tone than earlier, she's taking to the "good gurl" role like a hand to a glove. I can't wait to ravage her.
"Yes Miss what?" I pull her smooth butt cheeks apart further, to expose and emphasize her boi pussy.
Through a moan, she responds "Yes Miss I still want to play with my boi pussy." I see her eyes sparkle slightly as she describes her anatomy in such overtly feminine terms. I sense an opportunity to push this envelope a bit further.
Frowning, I ask "Do you want to play with your pussy? Is that all?" She looks confused. "Or do you also want me to play with your pussy?"
I slap her cute butt hard and then step back. She gasps, then moans into a slight giggle. I hear that the kettle has boiled, so I decide to move onto the next step. "You're going to take those clothes and throw them in the dryer, give them a low-heat cycle. Then you're going to go to my bedroom. Hanging at the foot of my bed is my nightie. You're going to grab that nightie. Now- do you have a gurly name you want to use?"
Drew shakes her head. "No Miss."
"Would you like one? Or should I use your old name?"
She suddenly smiles ear to ear and nods vigorously "Yes Miss." I raise my eyebrows inquisitively, so she clarifies. "Uh, new name please, Miss."
"Then so it shall be. You're going to put on my nightie and turn to the mirror. Look yourself up and down and take in just what a pretty, sweet gurl you are. Repeat to yourself «I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl.» You're going to do that ten times, then you're going to come to my bedroom. I'll have more instructions waiting for you there. Do you understand?"
My gorgeous little submissive nods and immediately grabs her clothes. "Yes Miss." She scurries off to the laundry room before I can even say "good gurl." I chuckle to myself and head to the kitchen to pour some tea. As I let the water cool off slightly in the mugs, I open the cupboard and reach for my standard Earl Grey. But as I remove it, I notice another box of tea behind it. Thé noir à l'érable- special maple-flavored tea I'd gotten on a ski trip to Whistler. A special tea for a special night, I think to myself as I plop a bag into each mug. The maple essence in each bag wafts up with the steam, immediately bringing me back to the lodge, warming up with tea around the fireplace after a long day on the slopes, while the snow howled just outside. I turn to the window, see that it's raining even harder than it was earlier. Yes, this was the perfect tea to pick tonight. Carrying the mugs from the kitchen to the bedroom, I pass by the bathroom where my sweet gurl is practicing her lines.
"I'm Mistress's submissive pr- no. I'm Mistress's pretty subm- no that doesn't sound right. I'm Mist-cough." She's trying so hard, rehearsing her lines to make sure they're right. "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." A pause, then frustrated "No, Mistress said I need to believe it." Oh sweet gurl, it's like she's rehearsing a vocal solo for the opera or something. She's doing such a good job, I'll be sure to reward her later. I make it to my bedroom, set the mugs of tea on the nightstand, and start to undress- but I remove just my pants and panties for now. I'm still dressed all comfy for a day of lounging, so I don't want to take off more than I have to just yet.
Just as I'm sitting down on the bed, my sweet, cute gurl walks into the room sheepishly. Her long, wavy hair frames her face like a painting, the slight strawberry blonde tones complementing the pink nightie perfectly. It's flowy enough that I can't quite make out her delicate frame, but with each step I can see an imprint of the cage around her clit through the front. I smile wide at her, eyes surely glittering with lust, and spread my legs.
I don't need to tell her to get down on her knees before me, or to close her eyes and kiss my pussy. I made it clear when we first started playing together that this was expected in every scene. It's our way of ritualizing her submission to me, like kissing a ring. This time though, she kisses me for a bit longer than usual, and she pushes her face deeper than normal. I smile and take a deep breath -- I take this to mean she intends to submit even harder than usual. My gurl leans back, still on her knees, but now sitting on her feet. I feel a rich tightness in my chest -- she looks like a delicate flower that I want to pull apart petal by petal until she's utterly broken. But that's not for today. Today is gentle. I'll torture her later. She looks up at me with wide, adorable eyes, lips still glossed by my pussy.
"Good gurl." I say in my most caring tone. I reach for the tea on the nightstand and hand her a mug. "Drink."
She accepts the mug in both hands and takes a sip. "Thank you Mistress."
I lean back slightly, still making sure to tower over my girl. "You're welcome, princess. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom." She blushes and sips her tea. I continue, "I'd like to hear it."
She holds the tea to her face for a while, then puts it down. Quietly, but confidently, she says "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." She looks up at me with doe eyes and it takes everything in my power not to shove her face back into my hairless pussy immediately.
I angle my head cockily. "Who's your mistress?"
"You." Her response is immediate and nonchalant.
I lean forward. "Then tell me again whose you are."
"Yours, Mistress."
"My what?"
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl." At this, I notice her legs twitch. I'd bet the cage around her tiny clitty is feeling incredibly tight right now.
"That's right." I cup my hand under her chin. "You're my pretty submissive gurl." I move my hand down slightly, stroking her neck. "Tell me again."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl."
"Again, with more passion."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl!" Her practice has paid off -- I can feel her conviction -- she really made sure to rehearse until she believed it, until there was no doubt in her mind that she is, in fact, my gorgeous, ravishing, submissive girly toy. I think again to walking by the bathroom, and suddenly her name comes to me.
"Good gurl, Aria." Her eyes widen at her new name. "Yes, Aria, that's you. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom, like an opera singer, rehearsing for an aria. You really wanted to do a good job for me, didn't you Aria?" She blushes, looks down, and nods. I deem this insufficient, grab her face and point it back up at me. More sternly, I repeat "Did you want to do a good job for me, Aria?"
"Yes Mistress." She is visibly shaken.
"Then tell me. Tell me who you are, and who you belong to."
She looks at me with wide eyes. "I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl, Aria. I'm your toy. I'm yours to play with as you see fit." She smiles and bites her lip. This, I deem sufficient.
"Good gurl Aria." I smile, relax, and release her head. She immediately takes another sip of her tea, and I notice her hands trembling slightly. "Now that we all know our place, let's set some expectations. Do you have any limits as Aria that you didn't before?"
She nods. "Kind of. I'd rather you not play with my tiny clitty."
"Of course, of course." I move my foot underneath her nightie. "Can I admire her though?" At Aria's nod, I lift the nightie to examine the cage. It's small, no surprise, and kind of a webbed design. On the sides, I see a black strap, which seems to run around her back, holding the cage in place. "Oh she's adorable" I say, mesmerized.
Aria blushes again. "Well, it's ok if you play with- her, but please don't unlock the cage."
I look at her playfully. "Oh I wouldn't dream of unlocking you Aria, don't you worry your pretty little head." Given permission to play with her clit though, I push it around a bit with my feet. It's held in place rather tightly, she must really not want to get hard. "Anything else?"
Aria shakes her head. "Nothing else new, but the usual limits still apply." "Except..." I widen my eyes as she looks off thoughtfully. "Could you... make a point of talking about me... like a gurl?"
I turn my head in mild confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
Aria blushes and bites her lip. "Like... my clit, and my pussy, and my- titties." She drinks some more tea to collect herself. "It helps me feel extra gurly."
I smirk mischievously. "What about your titties and your pussy and your clit makes you feel extra gurly, princess?"
Aria blushes "When you talk about them." She hides her face in her tea again, surely she must be almost out with all that she's drinking.
"And would you like me to play with them as well?" I push her clit around with my feet some more, to Aria's gasps."
"Yes Mistress, I want you to play with my pussy and my titties." I smirk; she's learned quickly that I want her to be direct. I like that.
"Well we can certainly make that happen, Aria." I lean back, resting my weight on my hands now, spreading my legs a bit to expose my pussy, as well as my cleavage. I catch Aria sneaking a look at each. "And would you like to cum?"
Aria's eyes flutter a bit in confusion. She smiles, biting her tongue. I continue: "Because gurls don't always cum, you know. I think you might need to learn how to enjoy sex without an orgasm." I see several waves of emotion dance across her face. "I know we've done denial play before, but this is different. With that, I would tease you and tease you and tease you, get you ever so close to cumming, and then stop, to deny you release. Isn't that right, princess?"
"Yes Mistress." I can see her shifting her weight from side to side, remembering the exquisite torture that I've put her through.
I put on a more matter-of-fact face and tone. "This is different. Orgasm denial is still about orgasm, is it not?" I lean forward, leaving my legs spread. "Tonight is about other kinds of pleasure." I cup her chin in my hand and run my thumb up and down. "So let me be very clear. I have no intention of making you cum tonight." She inhales sharply- I continue. "I will play with you, I will tease you, I will caress you. I will push you around." I place my thumb in Aria's mouth and hold it open. "I will slap you and spank you. I will pinch your titties, choke you, and fuck your boi pussy until you scream." I can feel Aria's breathing quicken and deepen, and I both see and feel her begin to drool, her eyes wide open. "It's your job, as my good gurl, to relax, and enjoy precisely the pleasure I give you. It's not foreplay, it's not anticipation. I'm not teasing you to foreshadow something greater, I'm teasing you because you're my toy and that's how I want to play with you. That is exactly what you're getting. Just me, your mistress, playing with her toy. Do you understand?"
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Posted:May 3, 2024 8:03 am
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"Hi Miss," he says, his voice soft. "I'm sorry to just... show up like this. I was on a walk and then it started raining." He pauses, wets his lips. "I thought- maybe I could come in to warm up? See if it clears up soon?" His eyes are gentle, pleading. For shelter surely, but I can't help but wonder if there's more that he desires.
I purse my lips and consider his story. Drew only lives a few blocks away, so if he was close to my house, he's still not that far from his. I take a closer look at him -- utterly drenched. He must have been in the rain for a while. But then I look beyond him to the weather, it's absolutely pouring, I can hardly even see the street. He could have gotten this wet in ten seconds. I look back at Drew's, frail, shivering form, and I take note that his jacket is unbuttoned.
"Why isn't your shirt done up?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, my voice stern. Sterner than I meant, actually; I've caught myself a bit off guard. Best lean into it now. Drew's eyes grow a bit wide as he looks down.
"Oh, sorry Miss I forgot." Flustered, and his face already red from the cold, he starts buttoning up his flannel shirt. "I was lost in thought and I guess I didn't realize it was raining until I was already wet, so I thought-"
"Did I tell you to button it up?" This time I mean to be stern. Between his helplessness and fluster, and the fact that he addressed me as Miss, he's stirred something within me. I intend to have some fun with him tonight. Drew immediately stops, mouth agape. He shakes his head and starts trying to speak, but I put up a finger to shush him. I continue: "Your clothes are soaking wet, we're going to dry them. Come in, I'll make tea."
"I- uh, um. Thank you Miss." He comes inside and closes the door behind himself. I go to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and retrieve two mugs from the cupboard. When I return to the living area, Drew is standing just inside the door, a clueless little sissy boi. He would be simply adorable, were he not dripping water onto my welcome mat.
"What are you doing?" My stern, commanding tone now fully intentional. "I said we're going to dry your clothes and get you warmed up. We can't do that while you're in them. Strip." I feel myself start to smirk and try to hide that, at least for now. Drew hesitates, so I walk over to him, cup his chin in my hand. "You come to my door, unannounced, a sissy boi in distress, asking for my hospitality." I bring my face very close to his, and feel his breath quickening. "Being a kind and magnanimous Mistress, I allow you into my home to warm up. Now you insult me by not following directions?" I then gently slap his cute butt-- not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to remind him of his place. "Your clothes are going into the dryer. Strip."
He gasps and squeaks as I slap him, then bites his lip at my command."Yes Miss" he says, as he sheds his flannel shirt and hangs it on my coat rack.
I take a few steps back to lean against an armchair. "Good boi." He winces as he pulls up his shirt, probably because it's so cold. I take a moment to admire his chest and belly -- slim, smooth and hairless. Not especially well-defined, almost androgynous, just what I'd like to sink my teeth into. While his face is covered, I take the opportunity to bite my lip. He hangs his shirt and knit beanie on top of the coat rack. He goes to undo his pants, and then seems to hesitate again.
"Off with them" I say, snapping twice. "It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before." With this, I give a wry grin.
"Well, you say that..." Drew says as he slowly undoes his pants. Pulling them down, I notice his underwear. At first I thought he was wearing skimpy briefs, but upon closer attention, he's wearing panties. Pink, with a blue floral design. My eyes grow a bit wide with surprise and I step forward to investigate.
"My my my, what have we here?" I sit on the arm of the couch and run my nails up and down Drew's hairless thighs, toward the panties, and feel him shiver. I slip my finger just underneath the bottom to pull it forward and snap it back. He yelps in surprise. "Care to explain yourself, my sweet sissy faggot?"
Drew is silent, blushes beet red while I continue caressing his legs, which appear to also be newly shaved. "What's the matter? Cat got your-- oh!" As I run my fingers along the front of his panties, I feel something hard, perhaps steel. "What is this?" I look at him expectantly, he's brought his hand to his mouth and is biting his finger. His face is scarlet.
"Achmstmchsh," he mumbles unintelligibly. I don't view this as an acceptable answer. I wrap my fingers around this unknown implement through the panties, and bring my face but a centimeter in front of his.
"You're going to be a good boi for me and tell me first why you're wearing panties, and second what this," I tap my nails over the hard object "is doing inside them, okay my sweet little sissy boi?" At this I kiss his forehead gently.
Once again, I notice him wince slightly at "sissy boi," and let out a small moan when I kiss him. "I- I'm wearing panties... because..."
I pull his panties to the ground in one fell swoop and smile mischieviously. "Well, you were wearing panties because..." I trail off, smiling with an innocent malice.
"...because I... I want..." I see him grow tense.
"You want what?" I wrap my hand around the back of his neck bring his face even closer to mine. He whispers something that I can't hear. I move my face just in front of his ear and whisper as quietly and sultrily as I can "Be a good boi and let it out."
"I don't want to be your good boi." Drew's voice is quick and sudden, his tone much firmer than before. It's as though words had to come out all at once, without hesitation. He brings his hands to his mouth immediately, as though he's done something wrong by speaking.
At this, first I frown in confusion, but then I start to put the pieces together and smile wide. "What would you like to be instead, my darling?" I hear a whisper in response, but can't quite make it out. I bring my hand to Drew's chin. "Speak up darling, I can't hear you."
"I want to be your good gurl." Another whisper, slightly louder, and only barely loud enough for me to hear it, but I nevertheless feel it light a fire in my stomach. Tonight, Drew and I are going to have fun.
"Mmmmm.... I'm going to need you to do better than that, my darling. Say it out loud, like you mean it.
"Please Miss, I want to be your good little gurl." Her voice is still quiet, but at least it's no longer a whisper. I deem this acceptable, at least for now.
I whisper to her in return: "Oh you want to be my good gurl do you?" I pull my head back to watch her nod at me. I look down at where her panties used to be and see a small chastity cage. Grinning even wider, I tap it with my fingers. "Well that answers part one. But what's this here?"
"A cage." Her voice is at a whisper. Not a meek one, but not confident enough for my liking.
"Darling," I say in my most patronizing tone, "if you want to be my good gurl, you're going to need to be forthright with me." I tap the cage a few times with my nails. "Tell me what this is and why you're wearing it."
Drew takes a deep breath. "It's a cage that I put on my-" she bites her lip, "on my tiny clit because I don't want to have a- a cock right now."
"Mmmmmm what a good gurl you're being, answering my questions." I bring my hands to her hips, and begin to scratch her buttocks. "With this cage on, you're not going to be able to play with your clitty, are you?" She shakes her head. I spread her open "But what about this boi pussy of yours, hm?" I release my hands, let her butt jiggle. "Is that fair game?
"Yes Miss." Her voice is softer in tone than earlier, she's taking to the "good gurl" role like a hand to a glove. I can't wait to ravage her.
"Yes Miss what?" I pull her smooth butt cheeks apart further, to expose and emphasize her boi pussy.
Through a moan, she responds "Yes Miss I still want to play with my boi pussy." I see her eyes sparkle slightly as she describes her anatomy in such overtly feminine terms. I sense an opportunity to push this envelope a bit further.
Frowning, I ask "Do you want to play with your pussy? Is that all?" She looks confused. "Or do you also want me to play with your pussy?"
I slap her cute butt hard and then step back. She gasps, then moans into a slight giggle. I hear that the kettle has boiled, so I decide to move onto the next step. "You're going to take those clothes and throw them in the dryer, give them a low-heat cycle. Then you're going to go to my bedroom. Hanging at the foot of my bed is my nightie. You're going to grab that nightie. Now- do you have a gurly name you want to use?"
Drew shakes her head. "No Miss."
"Would you like one? Or should I use your old name?"
She suddenly smiles ear to ear and nods vigorously "Yes Miss." I raise my eyebrows inquisitively, so she clarifies. "Uh, new name please, Miss."
"Then so it shall be. You're going to put on my nightie and turn to the mirror. Look yourself up and down and take in just what a pretty, sweet gurl you are. Repeat to yourself «I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl.» You're going to do that ten times, then you're going to come to my bedroom. I'll have more instructions waiting for you there. Do you understand?"
My gorgeous little submissive nods and immediately grabs her clothes. "Yes Miss." She scurries off to the laundry room before I can even say "good gurl." I chuckle to myself and head to the kitchen to pour some tea. As I let the water cool off slightly in the mugs, I open the cupboard and reach for my standard Earl Grey. But as I remove it, I notice another box of tea behind it. Thé noir à l'érable- special maple-flavored tea I'd gotten on a ski trip to Whistler. A special tea for a special night, I think to myself as I plop a bag into each mug. The maple essence in each bag wafts up with the steam, immediately bringing me back to the lodge, warming up with tea around the fireplace after a long day on the slopes, while the snow howled just outside. I turn to the window, see that it's raining even harder than it was earlier. Yes, this was the perfect tea to pick tonight. Carrying the mugs from the kitchen to the bedroom, I pass by the bathroom where my sweet gurl is practicing her lines.
"I'm Mistress's submissive pr- no. I'm Mistress's pretty subm- no that doesn't sound right. I'm Mist-cough." She's trying so hard, rehearsing her lines to make sure they're right. "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." A pause, then frustrated "No, Mistress said I need to believe it." Oh sweet gurl, it's like she's rehearsing a vocal solo for the opera or something. She's doing such a good job, I'll be sure to reward her later. I make it to my bedroom, set the mugs of tea on the nightstand, and start to undress- but I remove just my pants and panties for now. I'm still dressed all comfy for a day of lounging, so I don't want to take off more than I have to just yet.
Just as I'm sitting down on the bed, my sweet, cute gurl walks into the room sheepishly. Her long, wavy hair frames her face like a painting, the slight strawberry blonde tones complementing the pink nightie perfectly. It's flowy enough that I can't quite make out her delicate frame, but with each step I can see an imprint of the cage around her clit through the front. I smile wide at her, eyes surely glittering with lust, and spread my legs.
I don't need to tell her to get down on her knees before me, or to close her eyes and kiss my pussy. I made it clear when we first started playing together that this was expected in every scene. It's our way of ritualizing her submission to me, like kissing a ring. This time though, she kisses me for a bit longer than usual, and she pushes her face deeper than normal. I smile and take a deep breath -- I take this to mean she intends to submit even harder than usual. My gurl leans back, still on her knees, but now sitting on her feet. I feel a rich tightness in my chest -- she looks like a delicate flower that I want to pull apart petal by petal until she's utterly broken. But that's not for today. Today is gentle. I'll torture her later. She looks up at me with wide, adorable eyes, lips still glossed by my pussy.
"Good gurl." I say in my most caring tone. I reach for the tea on the nightstand and hand her a mug. "Drink."
She accepts the mug in both hands and takes a sip. "Thank you Mistress."
I lean back slightly, still making sure to tower over my girl. "You're welcome, princess. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom." She blushes and sips her tea. I continue, "I'd like to hear it."
She holds the tea to her face for a while, then puts it down. Quietly, but confidently, she says "I'm Mistress's pretty submissive and obedient gurl." She looks up at me with doe eyes and it takes everything in my power not to shove her face back into my hairless pussy immediately.
I angle my head cockily. "Who's your mistress?"
"You." Her response is immediate and nonchalant.
I lean forward. "Then tell me again whose you are."
"Yours, Mistress."
"My what?"
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl." At this, I notice her legs twitch. I'd bet the cage around her tiny clitty is feeling incredibly tight right now.
"That's right." I cup my hand under her chin. "You're my pretty submissive gurl." I move my hand down slightly, stroking her neck. "Tell me again."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl."
"Again, with more passion."
"I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl!" Her practice has paid off -- I can feel her conviction -- she really made sure to rehearse until she believed it, until there was no doubt in her mind that she is, in fact, my gorgeous, ravishing, submissive girly toy. I think again to walking by the bathroom, and suddenly her name comes to me.
"Good gurl, Aria." Her eyes widen at her new name. "Yes, Aria, that's you. I heard you practicing your lines in the bathroom, like an opera singer, rehearsing for an aria. You really wanted to do a good job for me, didn't you Aria?" She blushes, looks down, and nods. I deem this insufficient, grab her face and point it back up at me. More sternly, I repeat "Did you want to do a good job for me, Aria?"
"Yes Mistress." She is visibly shaken.
"Then tell me. Tell me who you are, and who you belong to."
She looks at me with wide eyes. "I'm your pretty submissive and obedient gurl, Aria. I'm your toy. I'm yours to play with as you see fit." She smiles and bites her lip. This, I deem sufficient.
"Good gurl Aria." I smile, relax, and release her head. She immediately takes another sip of her tea, and I notice her hands trembling slightly. "Now that we all know our place, let's set some expectations. Do you have any limits as Aria that you didn't before?"
She nods. "Kind of. I'd rather you not play with my tiny clitty."
"Of course, of course." I move my foot underneath her nightie. "Can I admire her though?" At Aria's nod, I lift the nightie to examine the cage. It's small, no surprise, and kind of a webbed design. On the sides, I see a black strap, which seems to run around her back, holding the cage in place. "Oh she's adorable" I say, mesmerized.
Aria blushes again. "Well, it's ok if you play with- her, but please don't unlock the cage."
I look at her playfully. "Oh I wouldn't dream of unlocking you Aria, don't you worry your pretty little head." Given permission to play with her clit though, I push it around a bit with my feet. It's held in place rather tightly, she must really not want to get hard. "Anything else?"
Aria shakes her head. "Nothing else new, but the usual limits still apply." "Except..." I widen my eyes as she looks off thoughtfully. "Could you... make a point of talking about me... like a gurl?"
I turn my head in mild confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
Aria blushes and bites her lip. "Like... my clit, and my pussy, and my- titties." She drinks some more tea to collect herself. "It helps me feel extra gurly."
I smirk mischievously. "What about your titties and your pussy and your clit makes you feel extra gurly, princess?"
Aria blushes "When you talk about them." She hides her face in her tea again, surely she must be almost out with all that she's drinking.
"And would you like me to play with them as well?" I push her clit around with my feet some more, to Aria's gasps."
"Yes Mistress, I want you to play with my pussy and my titties." I smirk; she's learned quickly that I want her to be direct. I like that.
"Well we can certainly make that happen, Aria." I lean back, resting my weight on my hands now, spreading my legs a bit to expose my pussy, as well as my cleavage. I catch Aria sneaking a look at each. "And would you like to cum?"
Aria's eyes flutter a bit in confusion. She smiles, biting her tongue. I continue: "Because gurls don't always cum, you know. I think you might need to learn how to enjoy sex without an orgasm." I see several waves of emotion dance across her face. "I know we've done denial play before, but this is different. With that, I would tease you and tease you and tease you, get you ever so close to cumming, and then stop, to deny you release. Isn't that right, princess?"
"Yes Mistress." I can see her shifting her weight from side to side, remembering the exquisite torture that I've put her through.
I put on a more matter-of-fact face and tone. "This is different. Orgasm denial is still about orgasm, is it not?" I lean forward, leaving my legs spread. "Tonight is about other kinds of pleasure." I cup her chin in my hand and run my thumb up and down. "So let me be very clear. I have no intention of making you cum tonight." She inhales sharply- I continue. "I will play with you, I will tease you, I will caress you. I will push you around." I place my thumb in Aria's mouth and hold it open. "I will slap you and spank you. I will pinch your titties, choke you, and fuck your boi pussy until you scream." I can feel Aria's breathing quicken and deepen, and I both see and feel her begin to drool, her eyes wide open. "It's your job, as my good gurl, to relax, and enjoy precisely the pleasure I give you. It's not foreplay, it's not anticipation. I'm not teasing you to foreshadow something greater, I'm teasing you because you're my toy and that's how I want to play with you. That is exactly what you're getting. Just me, your mistress, playing with her toy. Do you understand?"
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Polly pulled off the street into the parking lot for the town park. Playgrounds. Nature trails. The great outdoors, and a lot to do here. Though she was focused on one idea only at this moment.
"Get out Lari!" she said. He was surprised. She had his full attention. He stared blankly, dumbly, in shock. He was surprised, and didn't get it. She didn't care.
"Get out sissy boi!", she said. "Did you not hear me the first time?" She reached over and slapped his bubble butt. It stung. Message received. He got out.
As he opened the door, she instructed him to walk around to the front of the car. He complied, after first opening her door for her. She grudgingly gave Lari credit mentally for remembering his manners, though was not in the mood to say that to him.
"Take off your shoes sissy and hand them to me. And then unbuckle MY belt". He did it. Off with the left shoe, then the right. He was unshod now, with said shoes in his hands, which he gave to her. Then he unbuckled the belt holding up HIS pants, but they both thought of it as HER belt because she had given it to him in lieu of a slave collar some months ago. He was to wear it daily, as a reminder of her hold on him. And ESPECIALLY whenever he saw her. To demonstrate his submissiveness and obedience. And to provide a tool for her to use on him, when the spirit moved her. Like now. She had said 'MY belt' but he knew exactly what she meant.
She grabbed the buckle and yanked it off of his 30" waist with her right hand, and grabbed his shirt with her left and spun him around facing away from her and toward the hood of her car. "Bend over faggot", she said, and shoved him forward. He bent at the waist and his thin torso flopped forward onto the hood, his small hands reaching out to brace himself. "And open your pants". She observed him fumbling to unsnap and unzip his skinny feminine jeans.
She gripped the back of his waistband, and hauled them down along with his pink panties. His bare bubble butt and smooth legs were exposed now, his jeans bunched up around his ankles. "Step out of them", she ordered. He obeyed, and then she kicked them a short distance away. "Take off your shirt now, sissy boi". Lari was now completely nude, and Polly was dressed, this seemed so right.
She could see that he was nervous. But also excited. Pervert His tiny dick was stiff and engorged, but still very small. She was a little excited herself. She pulled her panties off of her legs, and down over her boots, carefully stepping out of the panties without touching them on the ground, leaving her bare beneath her skirts. She walked around beside him, clasped the hair of his head in the fist of one hand, and used the other to shove the her panties into his cock sucking mouth. She didn't want to hear him until she was done with him. She didn't want anyone else to hear either. His eyes got wide. But he wasn't resisting. The training is working, he obeys without question.
"Put your hands on the hood, and keep them there. I'm going to beat your ass now. I have a number in mind, of how much I plan to hit you. But if your hands or body leave that hood, that number is going to double. Understand slut?" He bobbed his head yes, and stretched out his hands.
"Spread your legs and show me that cute butt". He spread his legs apart. Bare, nude boi butt. HER boi. Her sissy boi. She liked to look sometimes. And touch. Sometimes to tease. But sometimes, like today, to smack. To beat. To make him squirm, and hurt. And learn, some slave bois have bimbo brains and don't learn quickly.
She gathered HER belt in her right hand. She swung downward, striking him with the first blow. "Mmmmm!" he exclaimed. That one hurt. But they were just getting started.
She kept beating him. Alternating cheeks at first. Reddening them both. He made a little noise, but it was muffled by the panties. She hit the same cheek multiple times now, in accelerating cadence. She knew that intensified his pain. His noise was louder and more anguished now. Good. Maybe that would beat some of that sass out of him. Anyway she liked making him take it. She adjusted her aim and lashed a few across his thin legs. That surprised him. It hurt a lot, and one of them left a long red welt. He might be sporting that one for a while. He almost stayed in contact with the hood the whole time, but not quite. He reared up briefly in reflex after the hardest blow. That was all she needed.
"Now it's going to be 10 more. And not the fun kind for you!". She pounded his ass hard now. Alternating on the left and right side, marking him in criss-cross, putting her weight into these. X marks the spot. Now she was done. Almost.
He huffed heavily against her hood, hurting, but relieved it seemed to finally be over. Still meticulously keeping his small hands in contact with the car as ordered. He felt her fingernail teasing over his red bubble butt, and exposed little balls, and tiny clitty. Her touch was fire against his skin. Electrifying his already sensitized body. He loved when she teased him. She knew. It was one of her ways of binding him to her.
She withdrew her touch. Admiring her work. There was that one long welt across his butt. A few lesser ones already fading, but still visible. The reddened ass, with the X she had left across both cheeks as a parting gift. All delivered with her belt, that she made him wear, that he gladly wore for her, and handed to her willingly when she wanted to hurt him or bind him. The goosebumps all over his skin, from how she had hit him and then played him like an instrument. HER instrument. His tiny clitty engorged, excited by her actions, by her presence, throbbing, twitching, leaking pre cum. His pre cum dripping into a pool on the ground in front of her car. Her vanity license plate peeking out at her and the world between his bare, open legs. "YES MAAM" it said. Yes, indeed. Another sticky drip dribbled downward off his clitty, not fully separating from his body, but instead stretching downward into a long, erotic string. She snapped a photo of him like that, at her mercy, exposed, beaten, yet compliant, horny for more and for her. Hers. Her hood ornament. A good slave boi, always ready to obey, obey and submit.
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Rope Bunny
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Posted:May 1, 2024 3:25 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 6:32 am 839 Views
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Pulling away from you and composing myself. "Would you like to live out a fantasy with me Diana?" I half whispered to you.
"I have some rope with me and I'd be happy to do what I know you need." I'd said need because I knew you were a bondage slut for this. Needy and desperate. Rope and me were your weakness and we both knew it.
"Please Lari, oh fuck yes, please tie me up" You begged me. Already begging was a good sign in my eyes. " I motioned for you to get up off of my lap and let me get onto my feet. You did as directed, and sat down where I was previously sitting. I dug around in my backpack in front of you. Purposefully taking my time. Letting the situation sink in, whatever fantasies you had roil around in your bimbo mind.
I pulled out the rope and stood straight. Setting the pack off to the side against the tree. "Kneel for me and beg some more."
Of course, you followed direction, the good little bondage you were. Kneeling before me, eyes wide and expectant. I dropped my pants and grabbed the back of your head. Winding your hair around in my hand and pushing your head into my small cock. I rubbed it back and forth. Letting your face please me like this for a bit. I spread my legs a little for you to further explore. Pressing your open mouth and face further into my crotch.
"Beg with your mouthful for me." I whispered down to you seductively.
You tried, only able to mumble incoherently into me. Driving me into pulsating ecstasy. Your mouth open and pushed against the fabric of my pink panties was warm and familiar. I could feel your spit mixing with my precum. Your horny, bimbo brain trying to make words with your mouth full of my little cock. My special, eager slut.
I pulled you back by your hair and up to meet my gaze. You stumbled to your feet a bit, surprised at the sudden interruption in pace. Although stumbling, you obediently met my eyes. I let go of your hair and pulled you in close to me. Rubbing up your sides through your shirt. Letting you quiver as I explored you.
"Let me help you get these clothes off Diana" I muttered to you.
Entranced by your figure, the outline of your big tits through your shirt. What an exquisite gurl. I slipped one hand under your shirt and then the next, gently pulling it off of you. Then your bra, reaching around to undo the clasp slowly. I loved leaving you in anticipation. Our own lovely form of edging before the fun even began. You let it fall to the leaf-scattered ground, as I stepped back to admire you half-undressed. Exposed and vulnerable here for me. You looked awkward like you weren't sure what to do with your hands. It only made me want you more. The sun glistened behind you, piercing violently through the tree cover. As if, it couldn't help but admire you as well. The tone of your skin, the way your big breasts hung so slightly. Your stomach was toned and flat, very feminine.
"Now the pants beautiful"
I wanted you to do this step. Show me your obedience. You complied, submissively dropping them to the ground as well. Leaving them in a pile around your ankles.
"Panties too and then against the tree for me, facing it" I eloquently directed you. Enjoying the control.
You stepped out of your pants and folded them neatly, placing them beside the pile of clothes on the ground. Your panties came sliding off gracefully. Over your thighs and down past your knees as you bent.
"Put them in your mouth for me first Diana. Wouldn't want you making too much noise would we?" Submissive and obedient like the perfect sexy gurl of my dreams.
I watched you shove your thong panties in between your lovely lips and I felt my little cock grow in anticipation. You turned to face the old, knotted tree and placed both hands against it. Perfect butt poking out, like my own little puppet. Walking over with the rope in hand, I could see your breathing pick up. One hand ran its way up your thigh and over your bubble butt, the other hand teased you with the rope. Letting you feel the smoothness of the rope, your mind remembering the way it felt to be restrained but safe. You shuddered and I chuckled out loud.
"Relax baby, it's coming" I whispered into your ear.
Letting the hand that was previously firmly planted on your ass, smack you. Once and then twice. Hard and fast. You bit down on the panties in your mouth and whimpered audibly. I spanked you again. Harder this time, letting you squirm in anticipation for the next one. It never came though. As quickly as your bimbo brain could process the stinging pain, I knelt. Tying your legs to the tree. Knotting around your ankles and then anchoring you to some exposed roots on either side of you. You struggled a little, which was only more fun for me. Overpowering you wasn't hard, and I knew it was what you wanted. You loved to fight my discipline until I wore you down. Turning you into a mumbling, cum hungry mess. Taking my time with you wasn't an issue either, and we both knew it.
Finally getting you tied to my satisfaction, I stood to work on the top half. Guiding your arms behind your back and resting your head against the bark for a moment. Letting you soak in the texture of it.
"Is that too tight Diana?" I asked.
You shook your head no, as I secured your hands together. Leading the rope around your hips and your thighs. I anchored your hands to the waist harness I'd created. Fuck, I had missed your body. The way the rope bit into your skin. Puckering it slightly, leaving indents that were made just for me. The pulse of my little cock was at a roar now, leaking precum.
I pulled my shirt off, and let you use it to rest your head against. Using two fingers to probe your swollen cock. Circling your cock with your wetness then letting my finger slip into your tight boi pussy, only to never fully enter you. Your legs shook and you moaned loudly. I used my free hand to grip your tits. Groping them, feeling the soft skin on the palms of my hands. Your nipples hardened as I touched you.
I pushed two long fingers into you, running them with pressure along your top wall until I found the small bump of your prostate. I wiggled my fingers rapidly once I'd found it, and you shook hard. Your body beginning to lose control. Only the rope and your head holding you in place.
"Is it so hard to focus on standing right now gorgeous?" I mocked you.
Letting my other hand wander down to your cock and fucked you hard while I circled your swollen head. Stroking slowly at first, letting you quiver as I explored every inch of your beautiful big cock.
Soon the slow strokes turned into frenzied ones, the sound of your wet cock loud and clear. Stark even, against the backdrop of silence. Your still gagged mouth making incoherent words. Like you'd been overtaken by the holy spirit. I brought you as close to climax as I could and then stopped.
Giggling cruelly behind you.
"Oh no, did you actually want to cum sweetness?"
You nodded yes, even trying to mouth it.
"Spit it out" I mocked you again, still inside you.
One finger pushing into your boi pussy, the throb of your want was immense.
I released you, pulling my fingers out and leaving you a writhing mess. I snatched the panties out of your mouth and turned your head to look me in the eyes.
"Fuck Lari, please let me finish." You begged desperately.
Obscenities dripping from your lips like venom. The anger turned to desperation, and back to anger.
"You're a mean Master" you wailed like a lost dog.
I watched in fascination as you tried to bargain with me. Promising me things we both knew you couldn't give right now. I wouldn't hold you to them, your need was enough for me. I started finger fucking your boi pussy again, hard and fast. Your legs shook with the force of the thrusts, struggling to keep your footing on the slick ground. It only made me want to finger you harder.
My fingers previously pushing into your boi pussy, now circling your swollen mushroom head confidently. I knew you were close and wanted you to know how much I wanted this. I leaned over you. Our skin sticking together from the sweat and evening dew now forming on us.
"Cum for me baby. Good gurls always cum for me" I praised you in a hushed tone.
"My sweet gurl, so good for me. My bondage who loves rope."
The cum rushed out of your hard cock, squirting on me, my arm and my hand. Dripping down your taut legs and onto the ground like rain.
"Jesus Christ don't stop please, oh God" you yelled out, letting me masturbate you to completion.
Your cock twitching and your boi pussy tightening. I kissed your back and told you how good you were. My precious gurl. Kneeling to untie you and letting you drop to your knees from the strain of holding yourself up. I pulled you closer to me, intertwining myself with you. Allowing your head to rest against my chest for a moment. The sun was starting to peek low in the leaf cover. Golden rays emanating through it like messages from higher beings. We basked in it for a while, the warm air on our naked bodies. You held tight to me.
The experience washing over you, the tightness leaving your limbs and neck. I felt you relax into me. I let my fingers trail over you. Admiring your own grooves, ridges and curves. Languishing in the thought I'd have to let you get dressed and we would have to leave this magical spot. The tree stood tall above us, a guardian and secret keeper. We wouldn't tell a soul of this, but we both knew if the we ever passed the tree again. This day would ring loud in our minds. Burned in as good memories should be.
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Posted:Apr 30, 2024 5:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 3:34 pm 1310 Views
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When I opened the patio door, I wasn't surprised to see Jen and Mary lounging nude by the pool.
Jen's bronze Asian skin was incredibly attractive. Her tits were perfectly proportioned and perky. They looked natural, but I knew that they may have been augmented. Jen's cock was partially erect and much larger than my tiny one. She was uncut, which fascinated me because I'd never seen an uncut cock before.
Mary's porcelain skin was a stark contrast to her dark hair. Her tits were easily double D cups. They hung perfectly from her shoulders forming perfectly symmetrical tear drops on her chest. I looked down her long flat stomach to see her erect cock. It wasn't a cock; it was a monument. It was easily nine inches tall and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't believe it was attached to such a voluptuous beautiful gurl.
"I suppose, the new agreement commences immediately?" I asked, standing in front of my two new mentors.
"The world moves fast silly boi," Jen said, "why wait for tomorrow when you can start now."
I took a position on my knees next to Mary and started to worship her beautiful big tits. Her figure was even more fantastic than Carol's. I couldn't wait to have her long hard nipples in my mouth.
"Sure, go for the big tits first," Jen said, laughing, "or maybe you're just racist."
I pulled off Mary's big breast and turned to kiss and suck on Jen's tit.
"Good boi," Jen moaned, "Mary and I are equal partners, but you might want to start with my cock before you try to take her monster."
For the next 5 minutes, I alternated between the two gurl's tits. Worshipping each of them for a minute or two before returning to the other. They seemed to enjoy my machinations, moaning, and stroking my hair as I sucked and licked their nipples. I allowed my hand to work its way down to each of their cocks, stroking them slowly as I sucked on their tits. Both were rock hard, clearly anticipating further attention from my mouth and ultimately my ass.
I couldn't wait any longer and slid myself down Mary's stomach until I was face to face with Mary's "big dog". I was amazed at its length and girth. I took her big purple head into my mouth and started to get it wet.
"Sure, go for the big cock first too," Jen complained, slapping my cute butt as I bent over to take Mary's cock into my mouth.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you're going to get his boi pussy first," Mary said, quietly, "he is going to want to warm up with you before I re-plumb him."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. Mary was going to be in uncharted territory, she was going to be taking me at least an inch deeper than Carol had. I moaned and hummed as I sucked Mary's beautiful cock deeper into my mouth. I loved having access to such a monstrous cock. Not only had I become a cock for Carol, now I was becoming a size queen for Mary.
I tried pushing myself down on Mary's big dick. It was so much thicker than Carol's that I had trouble taking it in my throat. Mary's hands were on the back of my head, helping me take more. I took a little more than an inch into my throat and pulled off gagging and coughing.
I switched to Jen's cock. I sucked on her uncut head, running my tongue around the tip, playing with her foreskin. Then I dove forward and took Jen all the way to the base. My nose was resting on her shaved pubic bone.
"Sure, throat the Asian chick cock after gagging on the big white one," Jen moaned sarcastically, "nothing like making me seem inadequate."
I bobbed up and down on Jen's cock, taking it balls deep with each stroke. She stopped complaining and started moaning. Her hands were on my head, driving me down and up at her desired pace. She was moaning and groaning giving me good indication that I was doing a good job. On my knees to please like a good cock sucker!
While I was focused on sucking Jen to oblivion, I felt what felt like a baseball bat being pressed against my boi pussy. I pulled off to look behind me. Mary was kneeling behind me trying to shove her huge cock into my tight hole.
"I've got to work up to you," I said with a terrified look on my face, "and your cock isn't wet enough to go in there without ripping me apart."
"Then get it wet," Mary said, walking around toward my face.
Mary stood in front of me while I took her cock in my mouth from my knees. Her hands clamped on my head and her hips started thrusting. There was no foreplay here, Mary just wanted her cock in my throat, and she wasn't going to let up until she got what she wanted.
"I can see the imprint of that big hog in his throat," Jen laughed, "this is obscene."
Jen didn't waste any time climbing out of the chair and approaching me from behind. Without any warmup, she lined her cock up with my boi pussy and drove herself in.
"Hmmm!" I moaned, with Mary's huge cock still being thrust into my throat.
"He's still nice and tight," Jen huffed as she started pounding away at my ass, swatting each cheek to remind me of my submissive status.
"Teeth!" Mary said, loudly, "Open wider cock sucker or curl your lips."
I couldn't open any wider. I already felt like a boa constrictor trying to swallow an alligator. My mouth was stretched to its limit and saliva was pouring out the sides due to Mary's rough treatment of my throat. She was over halfway in, but I was still a long way from taking it to the base.
"If I'm paying three grand, I expect him to take it balls deep," Mary huffed as she continued to drive her cock into my overly stretched throat.
"Relax," Jen reasoned, "It may take him a few times, but I saw him throat Carol completely and you're only an inch or two longer."
I was out of my mind with lust. It felt so sexy and degrading to be sucking Mary's cock while Jen fucked me in the ass. In my mind I thought about the fact that if I took them both, I'd have over 16 inches of cock in me at the same time. I fantasized that if Jen were a little bigger, their two cocks might meet somewhere in my torso. I moaned and groaned as my two new mentors spit roasted me with abandon.
"C'mon college boi," Mary growled, "open that throat and give me what I paid for."
I tried to yawn like I did with Carol to relax my throat and let more of Mary in. It wasn't the length; it was the thickness. Her big thick cock head was lodged in my throat, and I just couldn't open myself up to take it any further. Mary's big balls hung so low that they swung up and hit me in the chin with every thrust.
Jen was up on her feet now, burying her cock into me, "Fuckin' take it slut," she barked.
Jen wasn't wrong, I was a total slut for these two beautiful TS gurls, but at least I wasn't a cheap slut. I was counting on making over nine grand by letting these two women use me for their pleasure.
"He's not going to be able to take it," Mary scoffed, "let me have that ass, I need to take full strokes."
Jen plowed my ass for a few more stokes. Then she pulled out and slapped my ass.
"All yours, big dog," Jen laughed, "I guess I'll have to finish in his throat."
Mary pulled out of my drool covered face and slapped me with her wet dick. She was fully engorged now, and I was shocked at how thick and veiny her monster cock was.
"There's still some virgin territory in there at your depth," Jen continued, "I can't wait to see if he survives this."
Jen knelt in front of me and shoved her bronze, uncut cock into my open mouth. I was a happy cock sucker as she took thrusts into my throat.
Mary was behind me now, grabbing my hips with both hands. She lined her cock up with my hole and started pushing. As the head opened me wide, I groaned onto Jen's cock. Mary pushed just the head into my ass and held it there, waiting for me to stop howling on to Jen's cock.
"Don't be a baby faggot," Mary said, "once I start smashing that prostate, you're gonna cum like a geyser."
"If you survive," Jen chimed in, "Keep making him groan like that it feels good on my dick."
Mary was feeding her cock into my ass more rapidly than I could take. I was trying to crawl away from her, but she just kept pulling my hips back so I couldn't escape.
"Oh no you don't slut," Mary said commandingly, "I need this too badly. You're gonna take it all."
I continued to howl onto Jen's cock while Mary worked herself in to the hilt. My little hard-on was completely deflated from the discomfort of Mary's rod being shoved up my ass. I was groaning like a woman in labor.
"I love these feminine bois, smooth and hairless with tiny clittys and narrow waists," Mary said softly, "It's so fun to watch them struggle."
"You're one twisted chic," Jen groaned as she continued to use my throat to massage her cock, "Don't kill him before I get to cum down his throat."
I felt Mary's thighs hit my ass as she announced, "I'm all the way in, bitch!"
Then she started taking long strokes, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. My nose crashed into Jen's pubes every time Mary took another stroke.
"This is so fucking erotic," Jen panted as she worked my throat nearly as hard as Mary was working my ass.
I was concerned that I may have agreed to something I wasn't going to be able to deliver. At least my session with Carol turned me on and gave me the best orgasm of my life. Now I felt like I was being ripped in half by Mary's monster cock.
"I can't wait to unload in you sissy boi," Mary groaned and panted as she took long stokes into what used to be my bowels, "I'm going to fill you up with so much cum this summer, you'll think you're a human condom."
Who knew that quiet Mary was such a twisted freaky gurl. She was genuinely enjoying my discomfort.
"You have to admit, he's being one top notch pussy boi for his first time," Jen moaned as she continued to fuck my throat.
"When we're done with him, he'll know exactly what his purpose is," Mary growled, "I'm about to unload in his tight ass."
"Fuckin' do it!" Jen yelled, "I'm gonna feed our slut my load!"
Jen grabbed my head and held it tight. She thrust her cock balls deep into my throat, crushing my face against her shaved pubes. Meanwhile, Mary was still slamming my ass; fucking me to oblivion. I felt Jen's cock start to fire missile after missile of hot semen down my throat. I didn't even need to swallow, she was past my glottis, pumping her cum directly into my stomach.
"Here comes a week's worth of cum," Mary bellowed, as she held herself deep in my boi pussy, taking short strokes to finish herself off.
I felt like a complete being filled with semen at both ends. Mary's huge dick was delivering what felt like a warm gush deep inside me.
"Oh my God!" she moaned, her cock continuing to throb as she pumped the entire contents of both balls into me.
Jen finished in my mouth and fell back on her haunches, taking my head with her. My body fell forward with both gurl's cock still impaling me. I was exhausted, sore and full of semen, just the way a sissy boi should be.
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Dom Wife
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Posted:Apr 29, 2024 5:44 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 12:03 pm 1660 Views
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It had been nearly two weeks since Larry's wife Polly had dominated him for the first time, and he couldn't stop thinking about that night. Every time the memories came swirling back, he found himself quickly growing rock hard. He couldn't stop thinking of her cock dildo in his mouth, her hands wrapped in his hair, her using his mouth like he was just a pussy. However, what plagued his thoughts most was what she said as they lay together afterwards.
As they cuddled and talked over the scene, he admitted he really enjoyed it. Facing away, he couldn't see the grin that spread across Polly's face as she stroked his head. "I'm so glad. I've wanted to do this for so long but didn't think you'd be interested. Ohh I have so many plans for you sissy boi." Those words rang in his head, but she refused to tell him anything more, saying she'd hate to ruin the surprise.
He wouldn't have to wait much longer to find out. She had disappeared up the stairs a few minutes ago, telling him to stay here and not to peek. He sat on the couch, bimbo mind racing at the possibilities. Before long he heard that distinctive click of high heels again descending the stairs. She wore the same heeled leather boots and corset, but a new strap-on bobbed in front of her as she walked. This one was larger, nearly eight inches long, and was nearly a perfect match for her tan skin. A realistic mushroom head and veiny shaft led to a pair of balls resting against her crotch, presenting a convincing illusion of reality.
She strode over to him confidently, at 5' 11", grinning as he stared at her with lust in his eyes. Her hands came up and deftly fastened a slave collar around his neck, a leash trailing from the ring on the front. She leaned in as she finished securing the buckle and nibbled on his ear. "I hope you're ready slut. Come."
She turned and gave a yank on the leash, making him pop to his feet, all 5' 4" of his thin body, and follow after her. She led him to the bedroom and his jaw almost dropped when he saw a full outfit neatly laid out on the bed. Black shoes with short heels sat below pink stockings that sported a pink ribbon at the top. A plaid checkered skit and white button up blouse were folded neatly above those. What made Larry's breath catch in his throat however was the matching pink lacy panties and bra sat prominently on top of the skirt and blouse.
Polly grinned and slapped his bubble butt. "Dress slut. I'll be back in five minutes." With this she turned and walked from the room, heels clicking on the hardwood floors as she left.
Larry swallowed hard and turned back to the outfit in front of him. He enjoyed the dress last time, but this was on another level. Still, he had asked for this, and he couldn't let Polly down after the effort she was putting in and the excitement she was showing to do this. He quickly stripped nude and turned to the outfit in front of him.
The stockings and shoes were easy, though he was a little unsteady even on the small heels. He hesitated for a second, then pulled the panties up his legs, surprised how nice they felt softly cupping his small cock. The bra took some fighting to get on and fastened, he had only ever taken them off before, but soon he was buttoning the blouse and turning to look at himself in the mirror. Entranced by the reflection in front of him, he didn't hear Polly making her way back to the room until she whispered in his ear.
"What a vain slut you're becoming, but I can see why." She punctuated her comment with a light spank and grabbed the leash, pulling him towards the bed. "On all fours. Head down and no looking sissy boi."
He moved quickly to follow her order, climbing onto the bed and getting up on his hands and knees, skirt covered butt in the air. He felt her move the fabric out of the way and her hand massaging his cheeks, grabbing and kneading. His little cock rose to attention, straining against the front of the silk panties. Without warning a heavy spank landed across his ass. He yelped in surprise and started to turn his head towards her.
Her hand roughly grabbed his hair and pushed his head face first into the bed as another spank landed hard on his exposed bubble butt. "I told you no looking slut." Another hard spank followed, then another and another. He lost track of how many times her hand came down. His ass was red and stinging, but the pain had started to fade into a warm pleasure. As the spanking continued, his grunts turned into soft feminine moans, muffled by the bed.
After a few minutes, the spanking stopped and Polly rubbed her hand lightly across his now red and burning ass. "Good slut, you take your punishment so well. Now, lets see if you can earn your reward." She crawled on to the bed next to him and propped her back up against the wall and grabbed his leash with one hand and her strap-on with the other. "Suck my dick, like the cock sucker you want to be Lari"
He moved quickly to obey. There was no hesitation this time as he took the head in his mouth immediately, licking and sucking. He noted this was another double ended strap-on and tried to remember what worked the best the last time. Before long he was bobbing on her cock dildo, reveling in Polly's soft moans of pleasure. Before long he was deep throating her dildo again, his nose buried in her smooth crotch as she ground the dildo farther into his throat. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair and held him down as her legs shook and she came.
She pulled his mouth off her dildo as he coughed and pulled in gasping breaths. "Mmmm, good job slut, you were so eager. You deserve a reward for that don't you think?" He nodded sheepishly, blushing at the praise. "On your back faggot."
He flipped over onto his back and looked up to her with waiting eyes. She grabbed the bottle of lube and pulled his pink thong panties to the side, chuckling at the sight of his little rock hard clitty poking out the top. Without ceremony she plunged the lubed dildo into his boi pussy.
He cried out as his boi pussy was again violated. She immediately launched into a fast pace, driving into him again and again. He moaned as she fucked him hard. At this angle each thrust the head ran across a spot inside of him that set off fireworks. He whimpered as she pounded him, so close but unable to cross the edge into release.
She kept fucking him until he was reduced to a gasping mess before slowing down. "Are you ready to cum faggot?" She asked tauntingly.
He nodded weakly. "Please make me cum with your big dick Mistress."
"Mmm, I didn't even have to tell you to beg this time. Good slut. But today I have other plans for you."
She pulled out of him slowly, making him feel each sculpted vein and ridge, before rising from the bed. She rummaged through a drawer for a second then came back with a large black buttplug. She pushed it easily into his waiting ass then grabbed his ankles. She pulled his legs up, almost bending him double on the bed, and he saw what she intended. At this angle his dripping tiny cock was pointed right at his face. Holding his legs in place with one had, she started jacking him off rapidly. He moaned, knowing he wouldn't last long.
"Let's go slut, let me see you paint that pretty face of yours." She taunted, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. He came hard, clitty pulsing in the air. Polly's aim was true, and he felt each spurt of his hot load land on his face and in his open mouth.
She laid him back down as he came down from his orgasm and came back out of his submissive and obedient mindset. Floating in his own head, he leaned into her stroking his head and sighed. He barely heard her whispering.
"Mm, what a good gurl you are Lari, you love yummy cum. There's going to be a lot more cum for you to swallow, remember your high school friend Bob. He told me how he used you as his cock sucking slave."
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Posted:Apr 28, 2024 4:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 10:47 am 1960 Views
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This went on for over a week and before long the intensity of the experience began to fade. I soon found myself once again looking for something new, something that would allow me those intense sensations I felt when this all started. Then late one night, I'd almost given up on my search, I hit play on a new video and the first thing it showed was an erect cock spewing gobs of thick yummy cum. I sat mesmerized as the slick sticky cum flowed from the beautiful cock, down over the shaft. There were new scenes as well but this one kept showing up periodically and each time I'd feel that familiar twinge of pleasure rising inside me. There was the regular music and colors, it was the video shorts that had changed, as well as something else. I barely noticed it the first few sessions, but I soon realized it was the talking in the background, too soft to really make out but it was there.
I repeated this video several times over the next few weeks, then one night after my first orgasm, I was running the video again, I began to make out the voices in the background. "You want it", "Taste it", "Love it", was all I could really make out. As I watched, I caught myself licking my lips each time the clip would show up. It was then that I realized the voices were right, I did want it, I did want to taste it, and I did love it the idea of seeing cum spew from a hard cock. The feeling became so strong that I began searching for videos of cumming cocks. The very first site depicted guys stroking their wonderful cocks to climax. I clicked on the first one and was fascinated as the video switched to slow motion just at the moment of climax.
These videos were strangely exciting and I watched several more before I had to relieve my built up sexual tensions. The orgasm I had was powerful and the waves of pleasure coursed through me for several long minutes, leaving me panting in order to catch my breath. As I sat there, I began considering the changes I had undergone over the last several months, my first experience with my ex.'s panties, the videos, purchasing my own new thong panties, discarding all of my little boy underwear, now this strange feelings of sexual arousal when viewing male orgasms.
I had to think about where this was leading and the thoughts that were going through my head were unsettling. It all felt so strange but somehow it was comforting as well. It was like trying a new food, one that you had avoided but were suddenly forced to try, and finding that you actually liked it. I had never thought about dressing in women's clothes before, never considered a man's orgasm to be something I find interesting much less sexually arousing, yet here I was. I was confused by my bodies responses to everything now, yet somehow it felt right.
I decided to give the whole thing a rest for a bit. Give myself time to consider what was happening or least time to try and understand it. For the next week, I fought the urges my body threw at me, which made sleep difficult because it was at night the feelings were strongest. I persevered and purposely avoided the computer. When I started feeling those desires rising up, I'd find something to take my satisfying myself. This worked for the first week, but as I started a new week, my plans began to unravel. It started on Monday afternoon, just before I finished up for the day. I had an overwhelming desire to touch my small cock, not just touch but to fondle myself. Just thinking about it had my little cock on the rise, pressing against the thin material of my pink panties. The sensations were maddening. Though I resisted the impulses, my 3" cock began oozing precum, soaking my thong panties making concentration even more difficult. I considered a quick bathroom break to ease the stress, but managed to make it until quitting time and hurried to my Prius to head home.
The drive home was miserable and by the time I reached the house, I had a raging tiny hard on. No sooner than I had gotten in the door, then headed to the computer room to seeking some relief for myself. I navigated to the new video and almost as soon as I saw the first huge cock exploding with a massive load of cum, I was myself spouting small globs of cum. I sat panting, staring down at the mess I had made. Cum had shot out over the key board, onto my chair and desk, even some on the floor. Before I quite realized it I was greedily sucking and licking everything clean. After a few minutes, I sat back sucking the last of my delicious cum from my fingers. The taste of it was amazing, it's yummy goodness fed the desire I felt rising inside me. I wanted more, but knew that wasn't going to happen at least until my thin body recovered some.
Later, after I had cleaned up, my brain began working again. I was out of control again, allowing my desires for cock to control me. What had happened to me? Where was this leading me? These thoughts flashed through my now clearing mind. I was worried that if I continued it might get completely out of hand and cost me my job. I had to do something, what I wasn't sure. Still, there was a nagging feeling deep inside, a feeling that could only be soothed by cum. Just thinking of it had my clitty rising again, ready to provide my next sweet delicious liquid fix.
The next few days seemed to get better. The feelings were still there, but they had been satisfied for now. I knew they were still there, I could feel them waiting, ready to rise and take over giving the right stimulation. For now though, I was managing to keep things in check. I understood I had become a slave to my sexual desires and the limits of those desires were expanding, demanding more as things progressed. . I understood I had become a slave to my sexual desire for cock and cum and the limits of those desires were expanding, demanding more as things progressed. Where this would lead I wasn't sure nor was I sure I cared.
More days past, all ending much the same, until just as it had before the feelings began to lessen. Nothing drastic, but each session seemed a little less satisfying. I knew where this was leading, I'd soon have to seek something new to quell the inner demon. I wondered just where this journey would take me, how far was I willing to go. I knew I couldn't keep going this way without some drastic changes, so I fought the urge and tried to maintain where I was for now. I wasn't sure just how long I could hold out but I had to try. Little did I understand that I really no longer had any choices.
The changes were subtle, so much so that I never realized what was happening at first. I continued my sessions as usual, but found I needed my release more often than my planned schedule allowed, so the first change was a gradual increase until I would find myself at my computer every night after work. I resisted the urge to look for something new and kept to the videos I had already seen. I'd get home from work, spend time to dress up and make myself feminine, then sit at my computer until I was exhausted and spent. This was my routine until I began to subconsciously change something. Nothing drastic, just a little something here and there, the first was what I wore to work. I had been wearing pink thong panties for a while now, but I soon added thigh high stockings, pink of course, or pantyhose to the mix. One morning as I dress, I had put on a shirt made of a thin material and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hard nipples showed as they pressed against the thin material.
After work, the thought returned about my sensitive nipples and the memory of the sight strangely excited me. As I dressed for my session, I absently pinched my nipples. They were soon erect and pulling with them produced sensations in my small clitty. I hadn't expected that, put they must be wired directly. Lightly tweaking them between my fingers sent little waves of pleasure through my hard clitty. My nipples were very big and I hadn't ever noticed the before now, suddenly the thought of teasing them was sexual pleasing. I began playing with them during my sessions, so much so that only after a few nights, they became tender and a little sore. I needed to find out how to fix this because now that I had discovered how much pleasure they brought I was reluctant to stop. Then I tried making my thumb and index finger very cold with an ice cube ....... OMG, this was heavenly!
I knew women often derived pleasure from nipple play but hadn't known that boys could as well. I did some research online and was surprise by how much information was available on the subject. Nipples were an erogenous zone for some bois like me or could become one for most men with a little effort. I discovered that my nipples were pretty normal for a man, but sissy bois who did experience pleasure usually had larger more pronounced nipples. This brought about more research in how to make my nipples even larger. My research told me that the nipples could be enlarged with consistent pinching, pulling, and twisting, seems this was very popular among the gay community, but the results were mixed and usually didn't produce much of a change. If I really wanted larger more sensitive nipples I would have to start some sort of daily exercise. No problem, even on my drive to the office!
Again the internet provided everything I needed, there were suction devices that could help, different types of manual exercises that would also aid in making my nipples larger. With credit card in hand and the internet as a guide, I soon had several different devices ordered. Amazon is wonderful, and printed out instructions on some ways to coax growth from my aiready big nipples. I began the exercises right away, while the devices came in the mail over the next week or so. It was exciting, almost like Christmas for a sissy boi. Each night when I got home, I'd check the mail to see if something new had come in. When I did receive something a new play session was the order of the night. Though I didn't really notice much of a change at first, after several weeks I began noticing that my nipples stood even farther out against my shirts and each night during my sessions, I got a little more pleasure from manipulating them. Now I find shirts that show off my big nipples and watch for men staring at my chest, pink polo shirts are great and send 2 messages to the real studs out there looking a submissive and obedient sissy boi like me. Do they just assume I have a tiny clitty also, maybe!
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Posted:Apr 27, 2024 5:47 am
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Returning to teaching in the fall semester, I had been nervous about possible repercussions from my student, Kelly, encountering me washing Luke's truck in my driveway wearing a tiny pink speedo and the cuckold horns T-shirt over the summer break. I checked the enrollment list and noticed that Kelly was indeed signed up for another one of my lecture classes, Male Masochism in Medieval Romances, a new class. I was surprised to see that the class was full; I had actually been concerned that it would be dropped due to low enrollment, but apparently six new students had signed up over the summer. On the opening day of class, I noticed Kelly sitting in the front row, dressed in short shorts and a tight T-shirt.
I saw her whispering to another female student sitting next to her who I didn't recognize, both of them smiling.
"Hi, Professor Rollins."
"Hi Kelly, I hope you had a good summer."
"I did. It was too short, as always. How about you? I hope you didn't lose any more bets." she said with a grin.
"No, I learned my lesson last time. No more betting on sports for me. It's great to have you back in my class. It's really a full one."
"Yes, I might have had something to do with that. I love your classes so much, I really talked you up to some of my friends."
"That's very nice of you. Thanks, Kelly,"
"Don't mention it. You've been losing weight, Professor Rollins. The tighter pants look good on you. I like the silk scarf, too." She smiled.
"Thanks." I quickly turned away. I'm sure I was blushing deeply. Brooke had picked out a purple silk scarf that she wrapped around my neck that morning. Also, even though Brooke and Master Luke had recently brought me a smaller steel chastity cage, I was still concerned that the outline of it was visible beneath my tighter pants. When I looked at myself in the mirror that morning, I could definitely see it, but I think one would have to be looking for it to really notice. But perhaps they were? I heard Kelly giggling with her classmates behind me.
There were a total of ten students in the class, seven female and three male. After I gave them an overview of the class and what they could expect in the coming weeks, I asked them if they had any questions.
One of the male students -- a tall, handsome, muscular junior who I had seen walking the halls of the English building but who had not been in any of my classes before -- said, "Professor, what are your qualifications for teaching this class?"
I thought to myself, what nerve this current generation has. Never in a million years would I have ever even thought of asking such a question of one of my professors at Yale. Looking down at my class list, I said, "Well, Mr. Betz, is it? I have been lecturing on medieval romantic literature for nearly a decade and have published..."
"Excuse me, Professor," he interrupted, "but I wasn't asking about your qualifications for teaching about medieval romantic literature. I was asking about your qualifications for teaching about male masochism. Do you have any first-hand experience?"
Kelly covered her mouth with her hand in an unsuccessful attempt to restrain her laugh. Several other students also smiled and started tittering.
I felt my face burning as I replied, "Well, it so happens that the book I'm currently working on is partly about male masochism, but one does not have to have first-hand experience with a subject to teach it. I have never been a knight before, after all, yet I teach about courtly love."
"Well, you see Professor, I'm a dominant male myself, so I was hoping to learn about masochism from a true expert in the field. And I've always found that there's really no substitute for first-hand experience. A sissy boi with his tiny clitty in chastity probably isn't the best teacher, right?"
I saw Kelly roll her eyes and and heard the girl next to her whisper to her, "I can't believe he just said that."
"Well, Mr. Betz, I'm sure that if you apply yourself, you will learn plenty about the subject. Class dismissed." I realized after I said it that there were still 15 minutes left of the class. I was visibly flustered.
I heard several students laughing, looking at my crotch, and whispering to one another as they left the classroom. Perhaps I was being paranoid, but it sure seemed to me that the class was full of Kelly's friends, who she no doubt had urged to enroll after catching me in the humiliating act of washing my wife's lover's truck. I had lost control of my class -- a place where I was usually in command, arguably the only place left where I was still in command -- before I even really started it, and I was now going to be in a position of weakness, a weak beta boi, from the get go. I guess there was something appropriate about that, given the subject matter. Mr. Betz and his classmates were, in fact, going to be taught by a true authority in the field. I felt my tiny cock throb within its cage. It was going to be a long, long, semester...
I should've taken my experience in class that morning as an omen for what was to come, as I was about to enter an increasingly public phase of my small penis humiliation. Master Luke was traveling on business, so that night Brooke and I dined alone and were able to talk more freely than when in his presence.
"Master Luke wants to meet some of our friends. He wants us to invite them over for dinner," said Brooke.
"You know I don't really have too many friends."
"He's heard us talk about Neil Lawson. He wants you to invite him."
"Brooke, you know Neil is my colleague. I can't have him knowing what goes on here. I'm having enough trouble at work as it is, thanks to Master Luke."
"What do you mean?"
"You know that girl, Kelly, the one who saw me in the driveway. She's in my new Male Masochism in Medieval Romances class. I thought they might drop my class because there were so few students enrolled, but I think she invited all of her friends and the class is now full. I think they're all coming to laugh at the sissy boi professor who washes his wife's lover's car in a speedo. A pink one. A very tiny one. While my tiny clitty is locked in a steel chastity cage!"
"Well, if that's the case, you owe Kelly a big thank you. When you think about it, you owe Master Luke a big thank you, too. If he didn't make you wash his truck, your class probably would've been canceled."
"I think I might've preferred that. It was so humiliating today."
"Don't be silly. You were super excited about your new class. It fits so well with the new book you're writing. You seem like you're having a little writer's block, so you need all the inspiration you can get. Master Luke is teaching you about masochism in ways reading old romantic poetry never could. You're indebted to him. In more ways than one, when you really think about it. He's a real man with a real big cock."
"First-hand experience," I laughed, somewhat bitterly.
"Exactly. No substitute."
I looked at her incredulously. It was almost almost as if she were conspiring with my obnoxious new student, but I knew that wasn't possible. Maybe they were both right. As usual, it was exceedingly difficult for me to prevail in an argument with Brooke.
"What about you? I assume you're going to invite Michelle. I haven't seen her in a while."
"Actually, Michelle and I haven't been talking for a few months. I think I'll invite my friend Laura from the restaurant instead."
"What do you mean you haven't been talking to Michelle? She's your oldest and best friend. What happened?"
"Look, Michelle and I have a complex relationship. We're good friends but we've always been highly competitive, too. She's always been jealous of me, because I almost always come out on top. Better grades, won more awards in school. Beat her consistently at tennis. I'm even a better chess player than her, although she's pretty good. The guys she was interested in usually went for me instead. So we go through these periods from time to time when she's pissed off with me and doesn't want to talk to me. I'm not worried about about it. She'll come crawling back. She always does."
"What set her off this time?"
"Master Luke, if you must know. She doesn't approve of me being with him again, even in the new arrangement we have between the three of us. She thinks it's bullshit. She says that I'm just asking for trouble. But I think the truth of the matter is that she's just jealous again. You see, she's the one who saw Luke for the first time when we were out together at a bar. She thought he was really hot and asked me to go over to him with her to chat him up, so that she could hook up with him. I was supposed to be her wingman, or wingwoman, I guess. Well, he ended up hooking up with me instead. And she was incredibly pissed off. She didn't speak to me for months that time. She didn't even attend our wedding. But she eventually got over it. Or, at least, I thought she had. But maybe she never truly did. I think that's what's really going on here. She's just jealous again."
"Wow, I had no idea."
"Our relationship is even more complicated than that. Back in high school, we both kind of experimented with each other, if you know what I mean."
"You mean kissing each other? That sort of thing."
"Yes, kissing and more. We went down on each other a few times. Or, I should say that she ate my hairless pussy several times. I tried it once on her, but I didn't really like it very much. I think she still resents me for that too, to be honest with you."
"You mean she resents that you didn't lick her pussy?"
"Yes, I think so. I thought she had gotten over that too. But maybe not. Anyhow, like I said, I'm not too worried about it. She'll be back. So you need to invite Neil for dinner next weekend, and I'll invite Laura."
"He can't humiliate me in front of my work colleague."
"Of course, he will. You know that."
"Oh, my God." I put my hands over my eyes.
"It won't be THAT bad. I've already talked to him about it. You're going to have to prepare the meal and dress as a sexy waitress, sort of like you did the first time Master Luke had dinner with us. You'll have to dress very sexy and feminine. You'll have to serve the food, but you can sit at the table with the rest of us."
"How generous of him."
"Hey, I advocated for you! It could be a lot worse."
She was right. It could. It probably would.
"Now, clean up the table like a good little sissy boi and meet me upstairs. I've been missing that tongue of yours."
Brooke and I really had a wonderful time together that night. It reminiscent of the best of the pre-Luke days. After I went down on her, she unlocked me -- after much teasing, pleading and foot kissing-- and gave me a hand job with her stocking-clad feet pressed up against my face. My pathetic poem aside, it was not the scent of her feet I found intoxicating, it was the flawless feet of my Mistress.
Afterwards, we gave each other a pedicure, cuddled and watched a movie before spooning in bed as we slept through the night.
Although we had had other nights like that when Master Luke was away for awhile, that one was particularly sweet. Looking back today, two years later, it almost seems like that night was the eye of the storm. When the back end of it hit, it hit fiercely, a category 5 hurricane. The only problem with my analogy is that it's still hitting at full force, leaving a growing path of destruction in its wake. Will this storm ever end?
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Diana the Gurl
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Posted:Apr 26, 2024 8:45 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 10:56 am 3122 Views
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Another beta trait is the need to be submissive....especially in the presence of an alpha-male. You want him to know you'll be eager do what he commands, like a good little gurl/
"That's my gurl...cup your bra Diana...you love how pretty it is...how does it feel to know you'll aways be wearing one?...yes...like that...move those big tits up and down...I know a doctor who will make them larger through augmentation...yes we'll give you nice big breasts gurl...once and for all that will end any thought of you returning to being a boy...."
His words were turning Diana on making her feel quite submissive.
"Pull your panties down a little baby...let me see your hands near your chastity cage...yes that caged little gurlie cock...I bet its already started to happen...you've found it doesn't get hard all the time like it use to...see how I made just the small part of the pee-hole on the head stick out from the cage...it makes it look like a t-gurl clit....spread your legs push it forward I want some close-ups of that."
Her femininity had taken over Diana enjoyed posing like a woman.
"Aright spin around...show me that beautiful butt of yours...arch your back Diana...lift it up."
The back facing the camera on her knees Diana turned her head and put her chin near the shoulder...a coy come hither look ....Diana shook her hair pouted her lips letting the shimmering lipstick be highlighted. Reaching back the single hand undoing the hooks letting the bra fall to the bed.
"Good ...very good ...work with me baby...you're going to love having bigger tits" ...the camera kept flashing its lights.
..."bend at the waist ...lift that butt, use your fingers ...I want to see you sliding that plug in and out of your boi pussy...all that lube we know your wet...make like you're begging to be fucked....yes like that...now pull it out....look towards the headboard close your eyes and shake your ass."
A moment later Diana's head lifted off the pillow feeling the cock sliding in. Thick-fingered strong hands went to the slim waistline.
It was happening ...remember when we just spoke on the trappings off femininity ...those times when a transitioning t-gurl thinks on what it would be like to be taken by a real man.
Diana felt the power of a real man's cock...it seemed to touch all of the area inside her It slipped along at a steady pace...not too fast...not too slow. The head felt like some kind of spark activating new nerve endings. Once they were awakened they were begging to be touch again and again and again...and the only thing that could do it was Paul's huge hard cpck.
She was entering a new territory...a new world in fact...part of her was unsure of what she should do...the boy had always been the one doing the thrusting. Diana realized she wasn't supposed to 'do' anything...except be the gurl and take the fucking.
A quick glimpse she saw how her breasts were moving up and back. It made her feel so feminine. His hand reached out...to give a tweak to the luscious nipple. They'd become so sensitive to the touch. It was a revelation to go from men's nipples which can't take much of a squeeze without hurting to now have them quite malleable and squeezable.
The skin of her bubble butt rippling on every thrust inward...Diana absorbing it like any woman...his hand kept going back to caress her big breast. She like'd how the nipple could take every squeeze, every tweak. Suddenly she felt a new wetness. Looking down she watched as the precum dropped off her little clitty... spraying out...sending Diddy precum to the bedsheet.
Diana wasn't sure what to do so she stopped tweaking and just shook her big breasts. A quick glance back she saw Paul had his eyes closed so near to erupting. Closing her own eyes Diana concentrated on tightening the hole of her entryway every time Paul pulled the dick nearly out.
"Oh fuck gurl...damn you feel tight....yeah like that...keep it up."
The man's hand reached down...flicking the clit he heard Diana squealing...the warm cream giving a t-girl climax.
When Paul thrust the cock in as far as it would go he held it there and gave it a count...one Mississippi ...two Mississippi.
The 'three' Mississippi did it. The stud Master exploded his hot yummy semen spewing like some kind of volcano of hot lava-jazz.
It brought Diana's mind to a whole new place. She had just made a real man come inside her....and love the feel of wetness as much as any woman might.
Paul slapped her ass..."You did good Diana...you have a bright future as a transgendered woman honey."
The next daybreak Diana lay in bed. Next to the budding t-girl was Master Paul... the snoring sounding like he was sawing logs.
Reality has a way of bring one back to reality. Diana let her mind pull up her choices. She could slip out of the bedroom and somehow make her way back to the rectory where her Mercedes was. Yet another choice was more compelling. She could stay and fall further down the rabbit hole of her developing femininity.
Truth was the sex with the hung stud the night before was the best she ever had.... Yes she had taken on the role of a submissive trans-woman...yes she had welcomed a cock inside her for the first time ever....yes, thanks to the butt-plug she still had the cum from being bred like a woman still within her.
Yet the more she thought about it the idea of turning trans the more he felt it had a high appeal.
In just her panties she turned back to face the man feeling the way her big D-cups moved on his thin frame. Diana let her hand slide up the hairy chest until it reached the stud's face. When Paul opened his eyes he saw Diana staring back at him.
Diana put a kiss to his lips...."Bless me father...for I am about to sin."
A short chuckle from the real man, intelligent enough to be quick with a quip replied.
"Lead me not into temptation ...for I am sure to follow."
Letting Paul see her do it Diana put a fresh coat of lip-stick on. She slinked her way down the length of Paul's body before stopping at the crotch. Pulling the boxer-shorts off she flung them to the floor.
There it was... the beautiful sight of the man's huge hard cock. Her eyes widened as her hands began fondling the big ball-sac.
"Oh what a gorgeous cock Master." She whispered it quietly.
Diana's tongue slid out the tip running across the upper lip. Once more she opened her mouth as wide as she could make it. A moment later the lips slid down the hard dick.
With a deep masculine resonance Paul Grunted..."Ugggg....damn you were born to suck cock Diana."
A short time later, out of the shower Diana had discovered a room with a closet full of woman's clothing and lingerie was just down the hallway. It just felt natural to make the man breakfast after how he'd made her feel delightfully feminine.
A pair of shorty-shorts ...and the tres tres chic look of a vagabond in a peasant top of soft chiffon ...Diana padded her way to the kitchen. Her hair in a sloppy bun she kissed Paul on the cheek when he entered some 45 minutes later.
Putting the dirty breakfast dishes in the sink starting to clean them ...being domesticated was beginning to feel part of what being a gurl was about.
Paul spoke
"I have a vision for you."
It was something a minister might say as though dispensing the wisdom of the Devine.
"Living here in my home you'll act as a maid ...I want you to become thoroughly domesticated....one day you'll be the perfect gurl."'
"Yes Master Paul."
"I also want you as a part time receptionist at the business. You'll be interacting with people...men and women so we have a lot of work to do to sort you out into a proper passable gurl."
"I understand Sir....ummm...what about my job at the hardware store."
"What's your work email...your boss's?"
The man's fingers punched out loudly on the keyboard moving quickly like some journalist desperate to get his copy in the hands of his editor.
'Dear Fred...due to some personal matters I will need to take a leave of absence. Pardon the short notice...thank you for your consideration in this matter. Diana.'
Paul smiled ...'Now you're not working for him...you're learning how to be a women and a working-maid and a receptionist all the while obeying your new Master."
The man pulled Diana to sit on his lap....both smooth-shaven legs dangling on the side. Her weak arm across the shoulder she felt so girlish sitting like that.
A quick hit to the keyboard pulled up a page...'Fet-luv'...the worlds largest BDSM community site....over 10 million members.
Two more clicks had her looking....'Diana TG bottom....'relationships: single..D/s relationships: owned...orientation: trans-gurl evolving, men only please....active: live the lifestyle when possible...looking for: rope bondage, events, swingers and BDSM parties.
Master Paul had built a whole profile on the site. When he clicked the picture section it populated with images from a few when Diana was a man to the previous night. First at the office on her knees sucking the dick in heels, bra and panties to the photo-session of Diana in the bedroom that included a video of the fucking.
Being put on a social media site changes someone. Especially when they are being turned pretty-trans. Diana realized it was an open declaration of her status as a submissive t-gurl. Public access through free membership she understood anyone could see her.
"It will reinforce your feminine persona to know anybody can view you honey....you're just a gurl now."
Suddenly they heard a series of clicking sounds...."Hey look at that doll-face...you've only been up a short time and you're already getting views."
Paul paused before kissing her cheek..."I want you in a bikini...time to start working on your tan lines...nothing says I'm a woman quite like the tan lines on the skin from a bra bikini top and a tiny thong bottom piece."
It came out in a soft lilted voice and feminine manner..."Yes Master Paul, Sir"
Submissive and obedient, the way a gurl was meant to be!
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