Time to get to “work” though, my whore. I have good news for you. Today sissy gets to cum. That’s right – finally, after almost a week, your poor aching clittie gets some release. Your panties are probably so tight and wet right now with the prospect of cumming that you are ready to explode and make a mess, soiling yourself.
Well, let’s not waste any more time. You have your sissy, slutty supplies (tampons, maxi pads, control top pantyhose) and your toys (inflatable plug, mountable dildo, open-mouth gag), oh, and condoms, of course. I want you to put your control top pantyhose on, being careful not to get a run in them. They will feel so soft, so sexy and tight against your thighs. Walk around in them. Walk in front of the mirror. Look at your ass and the nice way they hug and encase your butt cheeks. So hot, so ready to fuck!
Do you know the humiliation and degradation my girlfriends and I would put you through in a real life “Super Bowl” revenge party? Forget about the game. It’s just an excuse to dress you up in lingerie and make you look ridiculously feminine, take turns swatting your ass and making you serve drinks, eventually have you on all fours in front of the TV waiting desperately for the next play because a big, huge, strap on dick is looking behind your ass and threatening to be rammed up into your tight little whole the moment the next team scores. Imagine that kind of tension. You would never see a game the same way again, would you?
I think the diabolical, medical nature of it is what makes the fantasy so hot. That, and the humiliation and dread as your masculinity is pumped from you and you are stripped of your male ego and pride, turned into a sissy bitch. How hot the lingerie would look as you became more used to it, how you would learn to walk like a proper sexy bitch, how your ass would move. And your big tits, how nice it would be to fondle them and watch your body move in arousal, watch your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
I gave my ‘boyfriend’ this note to give to you, because I know he can’t follow directions very well. He is too embarrassed to admit to you that he wears panties, and would wear a lot more if he had the guts. I know you have men that shop in your stores for lingerie for themselves – and I know you have seen it and can pick out the guys.
Are you feeling even more girlie? The panties, the shaved crotch, the pantyhose – all of these tasks make you more and more feminine and move you closer to perfection. Perhaps you will be my little cheerleader bitch, my bimbo whore, my sweet little lesbian sissy or my cocksucking cunt. I suppose it just depends on my mood?
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I pulled him by the hips to back him up, made him bend over, but ordered him to keep his palms flat against the glass and to keep watching, to never close his eyes, and to never look away. I wanted to humiliate him, to make him watch me fuck his ass and treat him like a whore.
Having a man – no matter how charming – so far up your ass that you can’t take a shit without having him offer to wipe becomes absolutely intolerable after about ten minutes.
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps […]
Good morning my corporate slut, A simple blindfold could lead to so, so much trouble for you. I may visit you innocently one day soon – almost too sweet, affectionate. Just a nice little afternoon lunch break maybe, stopping by your office to visit – chat with you, grab a quick bite to eat. But […]
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.