My upcoming training will have a focus on forced feminization and humiliation – all in ways designed to amuse and arouse me (and, perhaps, some of my girlfriends). Apparently there are a lot of new, confident “men” that want to step up to the plate and show me what they got – oh, it will be a pure delight stripping away their manhood little by little and turning them into my own little sissy whore.
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?
But Mikki put up her hand as she locked the last buckle of her strap on in place. "Hold on. I earned this. Let me fuck him. Let me see that cum shoot through the tube and watch him suck it down. You are going to SUCK it down right? Right bitch? Because the harder your suck, the less I am going to torture your ass when I am done. So suck it down, whore."
For the final humiliation, Delilah came over and ordered Brad to pay the hooker. She picked up the large stack of bills, Brad’s money, and shoved it into his hands. “Crawl over and pay the prostitute and thank him for letting you suck his dick and for fucking your girlfriend the way she deserves to be fucked – by a real man!”
Matthew looked up at me, his expression one of desperation, humiliation and need. He didn’t need to suck a dick; no, he needed to please me, to get me off. I knew there was nothing more disgusting to him at that very moment than taking this man’s dick into his mouth; but at the same time, it was as if that was the only thing in the world that would satisfy him. Because it was what I wanted. And he could see, as my skirt was rolled up, that I was already fingering myself a little, watching, a hungry smile on my face, a bit of a knowing smirk. He knew I’d been waiting for this all night, and he didn’t want to keep me waiting any longer. Matthew was gagging on the warm cock because of its size. He could barely get a couple inches in at first, that is, until I told him he had to. I grabbed him by the hair and told him not to disappoint me, that I wanted him to deep throat all of that cock, and that I knew he could do it.
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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.