I am unable to edge today, but going through my blog list, these really pushed my buttons. It's just too bad it's girls in the posts and not a submissive males...
I don’t believe she took Me seriously when I told her I was a sadist.
I’m sure she imagined a bit of rough sex and perhaps a spanking.
Now she is standing there, a tack under each heel, holding a penny against the wall with her nose.
I’ve given her the simple task of holding the position for ten minutes.
Each time the penny drops it’s ten lashes on her lovely ass and the timer starts over.
After the third time the penny hit the floor she asked, “why?”
So I told her, as I delivered another ten to her tender ass.
"I love the way your body strains to do as I’ve instructed. I love how you push yourself to please Me. Most of all, I love watching those tears run down your cheeks. I did say that I was a sadist."
That is when she smiled.
"Thank You.", she said, and placed her nose against the penny once more.
I had found a masochist.
I can totally imagine Mistress with her strap-on doing this to me.
And this...
And this
And this...
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Today's Edge - Helpless
I've often fantasized about being helpless. It's hard to describe the feeling, but I am guessing the guy below is feeling pretty helpless. The person that posted the pics called it a "one hour clothespin scene" I imagine I would be hard during the bondage phase and occasionally during the scene, but I also imagine after about 10-15 minutes I would not be liking it anymore. The clothespins would suck, especially the ones between his toes and on his rib cage. In addition his hood is tied to his toes to force his head back. The first 5-10 minutes I would be saying to myself how hot it was. 15-30 minutes, I would be thinking this sucks but I can get through it. 30-45 would be me starting to squirm and get pissed off. 45-60 would be total surrender. The beauty of bondage like this is Mistress would not have to do anything other than watch. Very little effort to totally put someone in their place. This scene made me edge pretty quick imagining myself in it. I am reminded of the saying, "it's not bondage until you want out" to be particularly true here.
http://zerotsm.tumblr.com/post/71942351477/a-one-hour-clothes-pin-scene-on-august-3-2008
http://zerotsm.tumblr.com/post/71942351477/a-one-hour-clothes-pin-scene-on-august-3-2008
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Today's Edge - 3 Fantasies
Today Mistress ordered me into a camisole, tight leggings at work as well as a butt plug. Additionally I was ordered to edge for 30 minutes. It's been some time since I have edged, and normally I would do it before getting ready for work. Due to today's schedule I edged while wearing the ordered items as well as a butt plug that sits right on my prostate.
I edged to several thoughts.
The first was having a cathartic tease session. The first would be a nasty messy edging session. Mistress would have me tied down tightly and would be bringing me to the edge time and again. Lube would be liberal, and she would also be making a bigger mess by cumming all over me. She might gag with dirty cum filled panties, a dildo gag or nothing. The goal would be to keep me frustrated and as horny as possible. I actually fantasized about not any orgasm, but multiple leaks from my cock and then being ordered to clean up and get dressed.
The 2nd would be a cathartic discipline session. Not because I need to be punished, but I'm yearning to release a ton of endorphins as well as feel helpless. I imagine a small warm up and then a slow severe beating. In my fantasy Mistress wouldn't stop before I safeworded. Using a safeword would not mean the beating would end, it would just mean that I need it to go at least that far. She would beat my body. She would beat my cock and balls. She would torture my nipples with clamps, sharp items, and make them an angry red color. She would slap my face or rape my mouth with a dildo. My breathing would be restricted. In my fantasy, I want to surrender completely. It might even be fun to record it or do it live online. I may or may not get any relief from Mistress.
Lastly, I imagined a total forced feminization session. Mistress would take the role of a man or a dominant lesbian and I would be dressed as my alter ego Sophia. I would be locked in chastity to make my cock be a non factor. I would be forced to suck Mistress' cock, to impale myself on her cock, and to take her cock inside me. The only thing sexual I would get would be my lipstick covered mouth or my sissy pussy. Mistress would have me lick and suck her pussy, fuck her with her glass dildo or for an extra mind fuck I would have to fuck her while wearing a strap-on. I would be fucking her while my locked cock and balls swing uselessly between my legs. In this fantasy I would not have an orgasm unless it was from penetration and I would have to stay in femme clothes until told otherwise.
Since I was edging with my prostate massager in, I was very quick to edge. I would stop, and as my cock spasmed, the plug would spasm against my prostate, and I would dribble a little. It reminded me of a few times when I would edge, and then I would fuck myself with the plug while cum would dribble out of my cock. It's a pretty efficient way of draining the balls with nothing even close to an orgasm.
I edged to several thoughts.
The first was having a cathartic tease session. The first would be a nasty messy edging session. Mistress would have me tied down tightly and would be bringing me to the edge time and again. Lube would be liberal, and she would also be making a bigger mess by cumming all over me. She might gag with dirty cum filled panties, a dildo gag or nothing. The goal would be to keep me frustrated and as horny as possible. I actually fantasized about not any orgasm, but multiple leaks from my cock and then being ordered to clean up and get dressed.
The 2nd would be a cathartic discipline session. Not because I need to be punished, but I'm yearning to release a ton of endorphins as well as feel helpless. I imagine a small warm up and then a slow severe beating. In my fantasy Mistress wouldn't stop before I safeworded. Using a safeword would not mean the beating would end, it would just mean that I need it to go at least that far. She would beat my body. She would beat my cock and balls. She would torture my nipples with clamps, sharp items, and make them an angry red color. She would slap my face or rape my mouth with a dildo. My breathing would be restricted. In my fantasy, I want to surrender completely. It might even be fun to record it or do it live online. I may or may not get any relief from Mistress.
Lastly, I imagined a total forced feminization session. Mistress would take the role of a man or a dominant lesbian and I would be dressed as my alter ego Sophia. I would be locked in chastity to make my cock be a non factor. I would be forced to suck Mistress' cock, to impale myself on her cock, and to take her cock inside me. The only thing sexual I would get would be my lipstick covered mouth or my sissy pussy. Mistress would have me lick and suck her pussy, fuck her with her glass dildo or for an extra mind fuck I would have to fuck her while wearing a strap-on. I would be fucking her while my locked cock and balls swing uselessly between my legs. In this fantasy I would not have an orgasm unless it was from penetration and I would have to stay in femme clothes until told otherwise.
Since I was edging with my prostate massager in, I was very quick to edge. I would stop, and as my cock spasmed, the plug would spasm against my prostate, and I would dribble a little. It reminded me of a few times when I would edge, and then I would fuck myself with the plug while cum would dribble out of my cock. It's a pretty efficient way of draining the balls with nothing even close to an orgasm.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Today's edge
I ran accross this on a blog here http://msscarletuk.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/the-big-6-o/
The Big 6 O's
Posted on November 26, 2013by msscarlet9015
I know I keep reporting the same routine for some of my favourite days, but I just love the routine! So why change it at the moment? Apologies if it is boring.
Sunday started with bitch-boy in his pink shortened maid’s outfit which comes down only to his hips. (He had been in his chastity device for two weeks without release or removal so very frustrated and emasculated. I allowed the device to be taken off for a supervised genital shave and shower.) I had him do some chores and make me my lunch. He had none. During this time, I had to cane him twice. Each time I had him kneel on the floor, forehead resting on the floor and hands bound behind his back. After the first half a dozen strokes are over I love to continue with hard strokes at one second intervals and take pleasure in how the begging and apologies become more and more desperate and poignant. ‘Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please, please, I’m sorry oh, oh I am really sorry Mistress, please, please, I am so sorry, please……..’ etc. etc. I had to be licked to orgasm after each caning.
After lunch I spent 45 minutes playing with his boy’s bits while watching a foreign language subtitled TV program I had recorded.
Then it was time for some extended total sensory deprivation bondage on the BDSM bed with the gynecological stirrups. He was in the bondage for over 4 hours. I visited him about 6 times and I have never been so mean with nipple clips, and with ruler and Deep Heat to that vulnerable tube of flesh between his legs, which just kept getting all stiff and hard – just begging me to abuse it! I had 6 orgasms in all on Sunday and they were all massive! There is no doubt the intensity is directly proportional to how mean I am, which is bad news for bitch-boy – and he probably noticed while he sobbed with pain while listening to me bring myself off. (He can just about hear my climactic screams, despite the silicone ear plugs and ear defenders.)
I was feeling so good and relaxed by the end that after a long session of ruler smacking and edging, I allowed him to cum at my skilled hands. Oh my! How he needed that! Going by the explosion and emotional sobbing.
I decided on a few more Christmas presents for him while he was secured – he will not like them though. But he had better feign gratitude!
The Big 6 O's
Posted on November 26, 2013by msscarlet9015
I know I keep reporting the same routine for some of my favourite days, but I just love the routine! So why change it at the moment? Apologies if it is boring.
Sunday started with bitch-boy in his pink shortened maid’s outfit which comes down only to his hips. (He had been in his chastity device for two weeks without release or removal so very frustrated and emasculated. I allowed the device to be taken off for a supervised genital shave and shower.) I had him do some chores and make me my lunch. He had none. During this time, I had to cane him twice. Each time I had him kneel on the floor, forehead resting on the floor and hands bound behind his back. After the first half a dozen strokes are over I love to continue with hard strokes at one second intervals and take pleasure in how the begging and apologies become more and more desperate and poignant. ‘Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please, please, I’m sorry oh, oh I am really sorry Mistress, please, please, I am so sorry, please……..’ etc. etc. I had to be licked to orgasm after each caning.
After lunch I spent 45 minutes playing with his boy’s bits while watching a foreign language subtitled TV program I had recorded.
Then it was time for some extended total sensory deprivation bondage on the BDSM bed with the gynecological stirrups. He was in the bondage for over 4 hours. I visited him about 6 times and I have never been so mean with nipple clips, and with ruler and Deep Heat to that vulnerable tube of flesh between his legs, which just kept getting all stiff and hard – just begging me to abuse it! I had 6 orgasms in all on Sunday and they were all massive! There is no doubt the intensity is directly proportional to how mean I am, which is bad news for bitch-boy – and he probably noticed while he sobbed with pain while listening to me bring myself off. (He can just about hear my climactic screams, despite the silicone ear plugs and ear defenders.)
I was feeling so good and relaxed by the end that after a long session of ruler smacking and edging, I allowed him to cum at my skilled hands. Oh my! How he needed that! Going by the explosion and emotional sobbing.
I decided on a few more Christmas presents for him while he was secured – he will not like them though. But he had better feign gratitude!
Monday, January 27, 2014
Tried to edge - but couldn't
This morning, I was reading a post from a site I have read occasionally over the last 15 years. It's one that guided some of my thoughts on submission, especially feminization. She explains how she got into feminizing boys, and she had some parallels that are very close to mine. While I was reading I was trying to edge to the article. As I stroked my cock trying to get it hard, I started leaking. I was a mile from the edge, but the minor arousal had my prostate pumping out fluid. I stopped, cleaned up the small mess and tried again. By the time I got fully hard, I was leaking a larger amount, but I was still miles form an edge. I think the tank is full so to speak. To avoid any larger mess, I stopped attempting to edge and put it back in my pants. I have never been a big pre-cum'er but I certainly was today. Here is the full post http://akashaweb.com/updates/FFemwhyfree.html and some excerpts that spoke to me.
As a budding sadist, those first tender moments of honest, vulnerable male resistance were like crack cocaine. The innocent, pleading eyes. The fear of what it would turn him into. Just innocent teenagers, a boy could be easily persuaded to go along with something if it meant more kissing, or, simply, to make me happy. What boy didn’t want to be desired?
My later teenager years saw my sexuality shaped by erotically suggestive moments in two distinct groups: The totally new-romantic androgynous “pretty boy,” and the conservative bookworm and/or jock who only endured things like eyeliner or lipgloss behind closed doors. For me. And to endure these things made him feel shy, vulnerable, objectified. I was infatuated with one thing: Surrender.
Masculine men who are uncomfortable about appearing vulnerable make for very exciting feminization prey. I was totally intoxicated by the willingness of a man to explore androgyny (behind closed doors), and the inevitable embarrassment when the androgyny aroused him, despite his best efforts. It immediately put me in a position of power, because he was lost and not in control of his own sexual reactions. And, plus, I found androgyny to be incredibly sexy.
That’s when I learned that a pair of women’s panties was the ultimate tool for making a man squirm. Of course, at the same time, in my bondage exploits, I was learning that a pair of panties was also the most devious and effective impromptu gag, or could be used in a variety of tortures related to teasing and denial.
As a budding sadist, those first tender moments of honest, vulnerable male resistance were like crack cocaine. The innocent, pleading eyes. The fear of what it would turn him into. Just innocent teenagers, a boy could be easily persuaded to go along with something if it meant more kissing, or, simply, to make me happy. What boy didn’t want to be desired?
My later teenager years saw my sexuality shaped by erotically suggestive moments in two distinct groups: The totally new-romantic androgynous “pretty boy,” and the conservative bookworm and/or jock who only endured things like eyeliner or lipgloss behind closed doors. For me. And to endure these things made him feel shy, vulnerable, objectified. I was infatuated with one thing: Surrender.
Masculine men who are uncomfortable about appearing vulnerable make for very exciting feminization prey. I was totally intoxicated by the willingness of a man to explore androgyny (behind closed doors), and the inevitable embarrassment when the androgyny aroused him, despite his best efforts. It immediately put me in a position of power, because he was lost and not in control of his own sexual reactions. And, plus, I found androgyny to be incredibly sexy.
That’s when I learned that a pair of women’s panties was the ultimate tool for making a man squirm. Of course, at the same time, in my bondage exploits, I was learning that a pair of panties was also the most devious and effective impromptu gag, or could be used in a variety of tortures related to teasing and denial.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Today's Unplanned Edge
It's been awhile since I have edged. I had no intention of edging, but I saw a few updated posts from a blog I have mentioned before. I hadn't planned on edging, but the first few paragraphs had me hard as could be. Within a few strokes I had a bit of pre-cum bubbling out of my cock and I wasn't even close to the edge. The story wasn't too long and I hate the drawings, but I was quickly to the edge. I only ready one post and am saving the others for another day. This story was hot, and would push me up against my mental limits so quick it would make my head spin. Here is the link.
http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2014/01/david-got-fucked.html?zx=c8d7e83e51b67ce1
http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2014/01/david-got-fucked.html?zx=c8d7e83e51b67ce1
Friday, January 3, 2014
Thoughts on feminization.
There used to be a blog from a dominant woman named Ms Marie. My Mistress and I looked forward to her posts and really liked their dynamic. Sadly she pulled her blog down. There is another blog that reminds me of her and I have referenced several of her posts here before.
The post I link to is about Forced Feminization and why a woman might like it as well as it;s effect on men. The link is here. Some quotes that spoke to me are below. http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/12/forced-feminization-for-hubby.html?zx=9bde5ab7ba970b46
I love to force david into feminine attire as well, especially bras, panties, stockings, and garter belts. david does not enjoy me dressing him up like this, but he does crave the humiliation of being made to dress like this.
But I especially enjoy belt whipping him when he is dressed like this. I'll lay him face down and pull his panties down to where I can still see them banded around his thighs. The garter belt and stockings frame the target perfectly.
Followed by a nice uncomfortable timeout with a wig and big dangling breast forms to teach you your place.
This video is kind of what I was thinking of with my humiliation post yesterday. Too bad that's glass and not a mirror.
Lastly, Another blog I follow posted their highest commented pictures. Kinda Hot!
The post I link to is about Forced Feminization and why a woman might like it as well as it;s effect on men. The link is here. Some quotes that spoke to me are below. http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/12/forced-feminization-for-hubby.html?zx=9bde5ab7ba970b46
I love to force david into feminine attire as well, especially bras, panties, stockings, and garter belts. david does not enjoy me dressing him up like this, but he does crave the humiliation of being made to dress like this.
But I especially enjoy belt whipping him when he is dressed like this. I'll lay him face down and pull his panties down to where I can still see them banded around his thighs. The garter belt and stockings frame the target perfectly.
Followed by a nice uncomfortable timeout with a wig and big dangling breast forms to teach you your place.
This video is kind of what I was thinking of with my humiliation post yesterday. Too bad that's glass and not a mirror.
Lastly, Another blog I follow posted their highest commented pictures. Kinda Hot!
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Thursday, January 2, 2014
It's been a while...
It's been a while since I have posted. The holidays, work, travel, etc. has made it hard to keep up. Although I haven't been keeping updated it doesn't mean that my mind hasn't been busy with naughtiness.
I still wear a nighty to bed every night. I'm not 100% sure if Mistress still wants me doing it as she hasn't said much about it, but I will do it until she tells me otherwise. It may be hard to believe, but it's still a mind fuck every single day I wear it. It's probably more of a mind fuck since she doesn't say anything. I feel like a sissy little bitch wearing it without being told to do so. I get humiliated wearing it when she hasn't told me to for so long. While getting orders directly is hot, I am finding having standing orders that are to be followed no matter what, more indicative of a being a "slave".
I have been having chastity fantasies a lot lately, but my fantasies would be hard to maintain in real life. I imagine being locked up, but Mistress and I being a lot more active in the bedroom. I fantasize my cock locked up while Mistress does her best to torment me. Almost every night something would happen. Some nights I would have to put on the strap-on and fuck her while my cock swings uselessly in its cage. Other nights Mistress would give herself orgasms while I lay next to her. I might be tied to the bed while Mistress uses the hitachi on the chastity device edging me without unlocking me. Other times she would fuck me in the ass while I was locked or she would make me fuck myself while she watched. All of this sounds great, but I am such a high maintenance, whiny, needy little bitch when I am in chastity. It's hard for me mentally thinking about my cock 24/7 when I am locked up so I need a lot more attention than normal.
Today Mistress gave me the following orders...
Lastly, I have been fantasizing about Mistress humiliating me. She would make me dress en femme or write all over my body, or take videos of me sucking dildos or violating my ass. She would smear cum all over my face and make me post a picture of it on fetlife. She would get me drunk or drugged and promise to do nasty things and then make me do them to earn bondage time. She would tie me down, make me cum in her and then let it drip all over my face. She would torture my nipples. She would make me be dressed in femme or in fetish clothes when she comes home from work. My mind is racing quite a bit now so I will stop before I say too much.
I still wear a nighty to bed every night. I'm not 100% sure if Mistress still wants me doing it as she hasn't said much about it, but I will do it until she tells me otherwise. It may be hard to believe, but it's still a mind fuck every single day I wear it. It's probably more of a mind fuck since she doesn't say anything. I feel like a sissy little bitch wearing it without being told to do so. I get humiliated wearing it when she hasn't told me to for so long. While getting orders directly is hot, I am finding having standing orders that are to be followed no matter what, more indicative of a being a "slave".
I have been having chastity fantasies a lot lately, but my fantasies would be hard to maintain in real life. I imagine being locked up, but Mistress and I being a lot more active in the bedroom. I fantasize my cock locked up while Mistress does her best to torment me. Almost every night something would happen. Some nights I would have to put on the strap-on and fuck her while my cock swings uselessly in its cage. Other nights Mistress would give herself orgasms while I lay next to her. I might be tied to the bed while Mistress uses the hitachi on the chastity device edging me without unlocking me. Other times she would fuck me in the ass while I was locked or she would make me fuck myself while she watched. All of this sounds great, but I am such a high maintenance, whiny, needy little bitch when I am in chastity. It's hard for me mentally thinking about my cock 24/7 when I am locked up so I need a lot more attention than normal.
Today Mistress gave me the following orders...
- Wear something feminine all day today...while you work out, all pink.
- Plug yourself for at least 3 hours
- Paint your fingernails with clear polish
- Don't forget my nail Appt
Here is the 1st item. Notice my new pink shoes for working out.
Lastly, I have been fantasizing about Mistress humiliating me. She would make me dress en femme or write all over my body, or take videos of me sucking dildos or violating my ass. She would smear cum all over my face and make me post a picture of it on fetlife. She would get me drunk or drugged and promise to do nasty things and then make me do them to earn bondage time. She would tie me down, make me cum in her and then let it drip all over my face. She would torture my nipples. She would make me be dressed in femme or in fetish clothes when she comes home from work. My mind is racing quite a bit now so I will stop before I say too much.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Today's Edge - Hangover Thoughts
I had planned on edging to the thought of tying up my Mistress and give her multiple orgasms for hours, but that plan changed. Last night I had a guys night out and this morning I woke up hungover. When I am hungover I am horny and have very naughty thoughts. Today was no different. I edged again and again to thoughts of being force feminized, locked in high heels, strict collared, shackled, plugged, corseted, clamped, locked, gagged, etc. I thought about being edged again and again. Forced to suck a dildo. Pictures taken and posted online for all the world to see. Forced to wear femme clothes at home every day and night. I think my hangover thoughts are the scariest as there is really no limit.
similar to how I imagine being at home |
Monday, December 16, 2013
Tomorrow's Edge - Fair Play
I told Mistress wouldn't mind tying her up some time. She said no/ I think she has it all wrong. I think she have fun. Below is what I fantasize doing to her while she is tied up.
Today's Edge - Another Blog
Below is the text and pictures of a blog I have refernced a few times now. This got me to the edge rather quickly today. The post and come interesting comments can be found here http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-importance-of-strap-on-dildo-to.html?zx=9a5fb7bf46b14723
Wednesday, December 11
We have all been genetically shaped and then nurtured to the traditional sex role models where the male is dominant and the female is considered submissive. Not even david and I can completely escape it, because those images and ideas are so culturally pervasive. So instead of escaping it, I use it. If the female is supposed to be submissive, rather than fighting that I make david assume the female role, and I the male role.
It starts with feminine lingerie such as panties, bras, stockings, and garters. I force david into those sorts of garments.
He is made to look ridiculous, but inescapably "the female" despite himself.
I myself tend to dress in a fairly conservative, business-like manner (it's what a woman needs to do to be taken seriously in business).
The mixture of me in my work clothes and david in his frillies uses those traditional sex role stereotypes to my advantage when dominating him.
It continues with his spankings. He must come across my knee, and I make sure he is hoisted into a very sexually submissive posture.
Also, I insist on vocalisations from him when it starts hurting. He is not allowed the dignity of the "male" stoicism when being spanked.
When he is in his frillies, and when he is being spanked, I refer to him in female terms. I remind him that he is carrying on like a little girl, for instance. Or if I see an erection, I tell him what a little slut he is.
This has the effect of using all those millenia of evolution and a lifetime of cultural programming as an aid in dominating him, whereas one might have thought it would be a disadvantage.
The effects are even more profound when there is a second woman there, such as my sister, to witness him and laugh at him in all his "femaleness".
While this "panty training" or "petticoating" is very effective, nothing beats the strap-on dildo to mess with those sex-role stereotypes and turn a hulking man into a very afraid little girl!
There is little better for reversing roles than making your husband kneel at your feet, take a large lifelike dildo into his mouth, and perform oral sex on it, the deeper the better, with a hand on the back of his head for encouragement.
The only thing better is to flip him over, put his submissive pantied ass high in the air, rip off his panties, and force him to receive anal sex from the strap-on dildo.
As with other women, I will refer to his asshole as his pussy, and his penis as his clit, as in "reach behind and spread your pussy lips for me you little slut". Or, "do you like your little clitty rubbed as I fuck you, huh?" Or, "I'm going to pound this naughty little pussy so hard you won't be walking right for a week, bitch!"
I say things like that to reinforce that he is "the female" and I "the male" according to the traditional sex role stereotypes. That way I have all the evolution and all that cultural conditioning on my side, where it belongs.
Wednesday, December 11
The Importance of the Strap-On Dildo to a Marriage
I consider the strap-on dildo to be an essential tool (pardon the pun) amongst any dominant wife's belongings.We have all been genetically shaped and then nurtured to the traditional sex role models where the male is dominant and the female is considered submissive. Not even david and I can completely escape it, because those images and ideas are so culturally pervasive. So instead of escaping it, I use it. If the female is supposed to be submissive, rather than fighting that I make david assume the female role, and I the male role.
It starts with feminine lingerie such as panties, bras, stockings, and garters. I force david into those sorts of garments.
He is made to look ridiculous, but inescapably "the female" despite himself.
I myself tend to dress in a fairly conservative, business-like manner (it's what a woman needs to do to be taken seriously in business).
The mixture of me in my work clothes and david in his frillies uses those traditional sex role stereotypes to my advantage when dominating him.
It continues with his spankings. He must come across my knee, and I make sure he is hoisted into a very sexually submissive posture.
Also, I insist on vocalisations from him when it starts hurting. He is not allowed the dignity of the "male" stoicism when being spanked.
When he is in his frillies, and when he is being spanked, I refer to him in female terms. I remind him that he is carrying on like a little girl, for instance. Or if I see an erection, I tell him what a little slut he is.
This has the effect of using all those millenia of evolution and a lifetime of cultural programming as an aid in dominating him, whereas one might have thought it would be a disadvantage.
The effects are even more profound when there is a second woman there, such as my sister, to witness him and laugh at him in all his "femaleness".
While this "panty training" or "petticoating" is very effective, nothing beats the strap-on dildo to mess with those sex-role stereotypes and turn a hulking man into a very afraid little girl!
There is little better for reversing roles than making your husband kneel at your feet, take a large lifelike dildo into his mouth, and perform oral sex on it, the deeper the better, with a hand on the back of his head for encouragement.
The only thing better is to flip him over, put his submissive pantied ass high in the air, rip off his panties, and force him to receive anal sex from the strap-on dildo.
As with other women, I will refer to his asshole as his pussy, and his penis as his clit, as in "reach behind and spread your pussy lips for me you little slut". Or, "do you like your little clitty rubbed as I fuck you, huh?" Or, "I'm going to pound this naughty little pussy so hard you won't be walking right for a week, bitch!"
I say things like that to reinforce that he is "the female" and I "the male" according to the traditional sex role stereotypes. That way I have all the evolution and all that cultural conditioning on my side, where it belongs.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Today's Edge - Inspiration
I obviously spend a fair amount of time fantasizing about D/s. When I do fantasize, I take the parties in whatever my source material is and replace them with me and my Mistress. I don't fantasize about strangers or people I don't have an emotional connection to. While I have a pretty extensive fantasy world in my head, sometimes I look for inspiration from other sources. Tumblr is pretty good for visuals and I have set up a tumblr page for things that inspire me when I see it. The thing about these images is they tend to be a little more on the extreme side due to me just being able to click on the image to repost it vs putting it into context.
Image and video sites are good for inspiration. Literotica is good too, but some of the stories are way too long and convoluted to be good material. There are also sites called webteases. I imagine my Mistress guiding me through one of their stories or using their content for ideas herself. I don't actually follow the websteases, I just read them for new ideas that I wouldn't think of myself. I like that I can search for terms that are in my wheelhouse like feminization, denial, tease, painful. Here are a couple I recently edged to.
Yesterday - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=19366
Today - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=20594
Image and video sites are good for inspiration. Literotica is good too, but some of the stories are way too long and convoluted to be good material. There are also sites called webteases. I imagine my Mistress guiding me through one of their stories or using their content for ideas herself. I don't actually follow the websteases, I just read them for new ideas that I wouldn't think of myself. I like that I can search for terms that are in my wheelhouse like feminization, denial, tease, painful. Here are a couple I recently edged to.
Yesterday - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=19366
Today - http://www.milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=20594
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Story for today's edge
Birthday Breaking http://www.literotica.com/s/birthday-breaking
bypurekink©
I had no idea what my girlfriend had planned for me that day - and if I did, I'd probably still have gone along with it. My birthday wasn't that special an occasion for me. I had no family and having recently moved, I'd no real friends in the city.
But Gen was determined to give me a time to remember, and said she'd arranged a small gathering with her friends coming along. I have to admit, she had some beautiful friends and so it was hard not to look forward to being the centre of attention.
When I arrived at her house, I realised she'd made a real effort for me. The party wasn't for hours and yet there she was, dressed to the nines. Her tight black dress ended just below her stocking tops - and as she sat I could see the deep lace bands stretched taught by suspenders. We went into the kitchen, where she opened a bottle of wine. The rest of the afternoon flew by as we chatted and laughed. I didn't realise just how much wine I'd drunk until the doorbell went and Gen announced Kerstin and Claire had arrived.
Both were dressed almost identically to Gen - figure-hugging black dresses, black stockings and high heels. I laughed about being the odd one out in jeans and a t-shirt, my usual casual scruffy attire, when Gen suggested there was a way of fixing the problem.
Kerstin and Claire howled with laughter when Gen suggested the three women dress me the same way. I blushed deeply as they discussed it, screeching with laughter.
"Come on," said Gen, "There's only us three here - why not? It'll be fun!"
She was standing very close to me, with her legs brushing mine as she spoke, and I recognised the hungry, horny look in her eyes. The thought of putting me into a dress was turning her on. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on.
Gen led me to her bedroom, with the other two women following behind, giggling.
"Strip!" commanded Gen, and I looked at her, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"Come on girls," she laughed, and I was suddenly seized by Kerstin and Claire, "She's a little bit shy!"
Three sets of hands grasped me firmly and started undressing me. I allowed myself to be de-clothed, and soon stood naked in front of the cackling trio. Worse than my nudity, however, was my cock, which had sprung to attention under their ministrations.
"He's enjoying this!" shouted Kerstin, and Claire started to laugh again.
"It's because we've found ourselves a secret sissy!" yelled out Gen. The shame lit up my face like Christmas.
Kerstin and Claire tumbled me onto the bed, and with a stern warning not to go anywhere, Gen vanished into her large walk-in wardrobe. When she emerged, she threw a handful of clothing to her two accomplices.
A tight black stretchy dress, a deep black satin and lace garter belt, matching knickers and bra with red bows on, and skyscraper high heels with platform soles. I blushed furiously now, and my erection bobbed and twitched as each item was held in front of me for my inspection. As Claire passed me the stockings, I suddenly couldn't speak.
"Ooooh, you like stockings, don't you baby?" asked Gen, softly caressing my rigid pole. Claire started wrapping the garter belt around my waist and Kerstin drew the bra up my arms and onto my chest. The fabric stretched across my skin, and its cool touch only added to the furious heat I could feel in my face - and my cock.
"Put your stockings on lover," Gen encouraged.
It was a real struggle to begin with, but they showed me what to do and I pointed my toes, rolling the stockings in my hands. As the silky garments rolled up my legs, my arousal grew. I found myself submitting to them, totally in their power. I was a cross-dressing pervert, obviously turned on by the humiliating scene that was unfolding, and was now wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings in front of three beautiful brunettes.
It was Gen who picked up the knickers and knelt at my feet. My cock bounced and weaved in front of her face as I felt her breath on my length. She tapped my ankle to signal me and I raised first one foot, then the other as she drew the fabric onto my legs. As she slid the satin creation up and over my stockings, the sensation was delicious. She made sure I enjoyed it by rubbing her hands over my silky legs.
As she settled the knickers into place, she softly stroked by buttocks through the thin material and gave my cock head a light kiss. My knees almost buckled as the pleasure coursed through me, and I noticed the three girls were breathing more deeply now.
The dress was pulled over my head and gently moved into place, tightly hugging my body contours. Claire and Kerstin ran their hands over me, smoothing out the wrinkles and driving me mad with lust as they touched sensitive areas of skin through the clingy fabric.
Gen, meanwhile, busied herself slipping my stocking feet into the wickedly high patent leather shoes. As I sat on the bed, I put my feet flat on the floor and felt how the heels and platform forced my calves upwards, drawing the stockings across my skin.
"Close your eyes, lover," Kerstin whispered in my ear, and I obeyed meekly. The lack of vision made me concentrate on the sensuous feelings coursing across my lingerie-clad body. Someone started to apply makeup onto my face, and I could hear jangling noises in the room. It took about ten minutes to complete my look, and I felt a long wig being placed onto my head.
"You can open your eyes now," breathed Kerstin. I did so - to be greeted by the sight of the three women standing in a row in front of me. All three had huge bulges under their dresses.
"Stand up and let's get a good look at you," said Gen before I could voice my curiosity about the lumps distending their dresses.
Standing there trembling in the heels, dress and sexy underwear, a cloud of feminised shame enveloped me, and I found myself blushing yet again.
"Do you have any idea just how sexy you look, my little girly boy?" asked Gen, and I shook my head. I was mute with humiliation, which was only exacerbated by my obvious arousal. My cock tented my knickers and dress.
Kerstin put her slim hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes.
"God, we love having you like this, sissyboy. We're going to have some fun with you now."
Behind me, Claire stepped closer and began rubbing her tits against my back as she fondled my arse. Her fingers wandered over my cheeks, stroking and pressing against them, igniting tiny fires of delight.
"I think someone loves being our boy-bitch," Gen breathed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her dress, and she raised the skirt slowly.
My mouth fell open as a large black strapon cock popped into view. It was long and think, and I trembled as I wondered what she had in store for me. Behind me, Claire ground her crotch against my arse and I could feel an unyielding length slip between my buttocks. Kerstin stepped closer and kissed me deeply, our lipsticks rubbing together as she too ground her crotch against my cock. I could feel her strapon nudging against my throbbing cock.
The three women moved me backwards towards the bed, all the while stroking me, softly touching and teasing me as they drove me wild with need. As they pushed me onto the covers, I felt totally emasculated, like a young women totally out of her depth and about to make love for the first time. I could never have imagined how sexy I felt with my legs encased in stockings, heels that stretched my arches, the suspenders taught against my thighs. It all felt so unreal.
"We want you to do something for us," said Gen, "And I think you'll enjoy it as much as us."
Claire and Kerstin moved onto the bed with me, kneeling on either side of me as Gen approached. She spread my legs and pulled until my arse was hanging over the edge. In the meantime, her two accomplices started stroking their fake cocks. They shuffled forward, presenting the plastic pleasers to me just inches from my face.
"We want to see you suck our cocks," said Kerstin.
"And make sure you get some lipstick on them," said Claire, "That's so fucking hot."
As their poles wavered in front of me, I leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other gently.
"Suck it like a sissy boy bitch would," said Gen.
But Claire couldn't wait. She pushed forward, thrusting her cock at my lips. I gave it a few tentative licks and without warning she suddenly pushed against my lips and plunged the tip into my mouth.
As she did so, Kerstin gasped and I closed my eyes to suck it. The sound of ragged breathing in the room gave away just how horny the three women were. Claire began moaning as she slid the strapon in and out past my lips.
"Oh, you're a very good girl," Gen told me as she started running her fingertips over my stocking clad thighs.
"She's loving it," Kerstin said. I felt the bed shift as she moved in, and as I opened my eyes to see what she was up to I was confronted by her cock.
Gen lifted my dress, parading my enormous erection. I didn't think it was possible, but I was lifted to a new level of shame. Here I was, lying on my back on a bed, dressed in lacy black lingerie, sucking two fake dicks for three nymphomaniacs who controlled my arousal. And I was turned on by it, by the length that rubbed over my lips, by the rustling underwear rubbing my sensitive skin, by the heavy breathing of the women I was servicing.
The stroking on my thighs moved inwards until Gen's soft slender ringers found my hardness and a single fingernail stroked down from the tip to my balls.
I looked up to see all three women smiling warmly, approval in their eyes as they teased me. Kerstin was toying with her nipples through the thin material of her dress, while Claire's hand was rubbing her clitoris underneath the dildo.
Kerstin pushed forward and her cock slid into my mouth as Claire's saliva-soaked toy brushed across my cheek. I worked the new member, and began to relax and give myself over to the pleasure. I didn't care how I looked any more, or what anybody would say if they could see me in my feminised state. Claire moved and leaned forward to kiss my face gently, moving across to nibble my ear and neck. I moaned and writhed at the delightful feelings she was sparking in me, and I felt Gen's hands move up to my waist.
As the ridges of Kerstin's cock ran past my red lips I saw all three exchange knowing smiles.
"I think you're ready for me now, hun," Gen said softly, as she pushed my dress upwards, exposing my stocking tops, then my knickers, and then my suspender belt.
"Keep sucking my cock, sissy boy," Kerstin said as she slid the plastic member over my lips and tongue.
"You're such a good sissy bitch," said Gen, "I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as I know you will."
Her thumbs hooked the waistband of my black knickers and slid them down slowly, exposing my blood-filled cock which pointed firmly upwards. She pulled the lacy garment down past my trembling knees and left them hooked on my ankles. She stooped and moved in between my legs, which I bent around her slender waist.
As I lay on my back, I felt so vulnerable - my arse hung off the end of the bed, my stockings rubbing against Gen's dress as I awaited my inevitable fucking. Kerstin and Claire were doing their best to drive me insane with their soft stroking, kissing and nibbling. My body felt as though tiny explosions of pleasure erupted each time I felt their lips on my skin or their fingers traced the contours of the slutty underwear.
"I want you to breathe with me," instructed Gen as she began breathing languorously, "God, you look so cute and feminine for me - just perfect for your first shag. Feel how good those stockings are on your legs, and how the suspenders feel against you. Now spread your legs for me."
I followed her instruction. What else could I do? The two other women grabbed my arms and held them over my head, increasing my sense of helplessness as Gen moved closer with her cock.
"Relax, honey, and trust me."
I felt her finger as it rubbed the outside of my sphincter, smearing cool lubricant onto it. I flinched, but tried to relax as she moved the tip around to spread the gel.
"Here I come, sissy," she said, and I suddenly felt the tip of her strapon pop through my tight ring. I groaned at the intrusion, and my cock bobbed wildly. As the length slid into me, I moaned loudly: a long drawn-out "oooh" of pleasure and pain and submission and delight. My face was red hot with humiliation as Kerstin and Claire watched Gen push her fake dick as far as it would go into my arse.
"It's Ok, little sissy boy," Claire said quietly into my ear, "We won't tell anyone you love a good fucking from women. It'll be our sexy secret."
Kerstin whispered into my other ear.
"We know you love this, slut, and we'll be making sure you get your fill of cock from now on. We'll take it in turns to fuck you in frilly lingerie. And we'll come as hard as you do... watching you taking your girlfriend's cock is turning me on so much.
As Gen's tool forced its way deeper inside me, I opened my legs to welcome it and clenched my internal muscles around it.
"Relax, sissy, and I'll take your virginity with the fuck of a lifetime. You're going cum so fucking hard while I ride you, girly. Just put those beautiful legs over my shoulders"
As I shifted position for her, Gen bottomed out inside me. My prostate was suddenly assaulted by sharp bursts of pleasure as her member found my secret spot. I whimpered as she smiled. She knew full well what I was feeling by the look on my face.
"Move for us, hun, I know you're enjoying it," Kerstin breathed. I started to buck slowly against Gen's groin, driving the instrument of my feminised torture back and forth. I was utterly humiliated as I drew enjoyment from the fetishistic scenario. I looked into Gen's eyes, where the fire of her lust raged.
My cock was dripping with pre-cum and as it ran down my shaft, Gen's fingers rubbed it around and down onto my balls. Her cock began to dictate to my body, forcing me to move and grind and wriggle against it. My feminine thrusts and soft moans, along with the deep breaths of my three lovers filled the room.
"Please - " I gasped, but it was too late to beg them for mercy. They had me now, and I was their plaything to be fucked and abused to orgasm. My whole being was alive with the sensory overload. Warm erotic fingers swept my stocking clad legs, and I arched my feet - clenching my toes inside my heels. The suspenders on my thighs tugged at my stockings, creating a fantastic melange of feeling.
Gen reached forward and gently wrapped her smooth, long fingers around my cock. I could barely stand it as she sawed her cock into me in a gentle but insistent rhythm. Each time her hips touched my bottom, she ground the dildo around inside me, lifting me to an almost unimaginable plateau of pleasure.
Claire and Kerstin, meanwhile, had tugged my dress up over my bra and were both suckling and kissing my nipples through their lace covering. Their hands held my wrists as I bucked and mewled, and their other hands rubbed my sides, almost tickling as they slid their palms over me. They were matching my moans in volume as they lay next to me, grinding their crotches against my upper thighs.
Gen's hand steadily urged me towards my climax, and the movement of her cock inside me did nothing to prevent it. I writhed and groaned - and suddenly every muscle in my body snapped taut. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing me away in its breathtaking sensation. I spurted my hot seed over Gens hand, and it spilled over and onto my groin.
Both Kerstin and Claire were obscenely wet, and I felt the heat of their genitals rubbing against me as they softly cried out, caught in the throes of their own peaks.
As I panted for breath, Gen slowed her fucking, and my body slowly stopped quaking. As I lay there gasping for breath, I wondered what the trio had in store for me on my next birthday. Surely nothing could top the experience they'd just given me!
bypurekink©
I had no idea what my girlfriend had planned for me that day - and if I did, I'd probably still have gone along with it. My birthday wasn't that special an occasion for me. I had no family and having recently moved, I'd no real friends in the city.
But Gen was determined to give me a time to remember, and said she'd arranged a small gathering with her friends coming along. I have to admit, she had some beautiful friends and so it was hard not to look forward to being the centre of attention.
When I arrived at her house, I realised she'd made a real effort for me. The party wasn't for hours and yet there she was, dressed to the nines. Her tight black dress ended just below her stocking tops - and as she sat I could see the deep lace bands stretched taught by suspenders. We went into the kitchen, where she opened a bottle of wine. The rest of the afternoon flew by as we chatted and laughed. I didn't realise just how much wine I'd drunk until the doorbell went and Gen announced Kerstin and Claire had arrived.
Both were dressed almost identically to Gen - figure-hugging black dresses, black stockings and high heels. I laughed about being the odd one out in jeans and a t-shirt, my usual casual scruffy attire, when Gen suggested there was a way of fixing the problem.
Kerstin and Claire howled with laughter when Gen suggested the three women dress me the same way. I blushed deeply as they discussed it, screeching with laughter.
"Come on," said Gen, "There's only us three here - why not? It'll be fun!"
She was standing very close to me, with her legs brushing mine as she spoke, and I recognised the hungry, horny look in her eyes. The thought of putting me into a dress was turning her on. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on.
Gen led me to her bedroom, with the other two women following behind, giggling.
"Strip!" commanded Gen, and I looked at her, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"Come on girls," she laughed, and I was suddenly seized by Kerstin and Claire, "She's a little bit shy!"
Three sets of hands grasped me firmly and started undressing me. I allowed myself to be de-clothed, and soon stood naked in front of the cackling trio. Worse than my nudity, however, was my cock, which had sprung to attention under their ministrations.
"He's enjoying this!" shouted Kerstin, and Claire started to laugh again.
"It's because we've found ourselves a secret sissy!" yelled out Gen. The shame lit up my face like Christmas.
Kerstin and Claire tumbled me onto the bed, and with a stern warning not to go anywhere, Gen vanished into her large walk-in wardrobe. When she emerged, she threw a handful of clothing to her two accomplices.
A tight black stretchy dress, a deep black satin and lace garter belt, matching knickers and bra with red bows on, and skyscraper high heels with platform soles. I blushed furiously now, and my erection bobbed and twitched as each item was held in front of me for my inspection. As Claire passed me the stockings, I suddenly couldn't speak.
"Ooooh, you like stockings, don't you baby?" asked Gen, softly caressing my rigid pole. Claire started wrapping the garter belt around my waist and Kerstin drew the bra up my arms and onto my chest. The fabric stretched across my skin, and its cool touch only added to the furious heat I could feel in my face - and my cock.
"Put your stockings on lover," Gen encouraged.
It was a real struggle to begin with, but they showed me what to do and I pointed my toes, rolling the stockings in my hands. As the silky garments rolled up my legs, my arousal grew. I found myself submitting to them, totally in their power. I was a cross-dressing pervert, obviously turned on by the humiliating scene that was unfolding, and was now wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings in front of three beautiful brunettes.
It was Gen who picked up the knickers and knelt at my feet. My cock bounced and weaved in front of her face as I felt her breath on my length. She tapped my ankle to signal me and I raised first one foot, then the other as she drew the fabric onto my legs. As she slid the satin creation up and over my stockings, the sensation was delicious. She made sure I enjoyed it by rubbing her hands over my silky legs.
As she settled the knickers into place, she softly stroked by buttocks through the thin material and gave my cock head a light kiss. My knees almost buckled as the pleasure coursed through me, and I noticed the three girls were breathing more deeply now.
The dress was pulled over my head and gently moved into place, tightly hugging my body contours. Claire and Kerstin ran their hands over me, smoothing out the wrinkles and driving me mad with lust as they touched sensitive areas of skin through the clingy fabric.
Gen, meanwhile, busied herself slipping my stocking feet into the wickedly high patent leather shoes. As I sat on the bed, I put my feet flat on the floor and felt how the heels and platform forced my calves upwards, drawing the stockings across my skin.
"Close your eyes, lover," Kerstin whispered in my ear, and I obeyed meekly. The lack of vision made me concentrate on the sensuous feelings coursing across my lingerie-clad body. Someone started to apply makeup onto my face, and I could hear jangling noises in the room. It took about ten minutes to complete my look, and I felt a long wig being placed onto my head.
"You can open your eyes now," breathed Kerstin. I did so - to be greeted by the sight of the three women standing in a row in front of me. All three had huge bulges under their dresses.
"Stand up and let's get a good look at you," said Gen before I could voice my curiosity about the lumps distending their dresses.
Standing there trembling in the heels, dress and sexy underwear, a cloud of feminised shame enveloped me, and I found myself blushing yet again.
"Do you have any idea just how sexy you look, my little girly boy?" asked Gen, and I shook my head. I was mute with humiliation, which was only exacerbated by my obvious arousal. My cock tented my knickers and dress.
Kerstin put her slim hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes.
"God, we love having you like this, sissyboy. We're going to have some fun with you now."
Behind me, Claire stepped closer and began rubbing her tits against my back as she fondled my arse. Her fingers wandered over my cheeks, stroking and pressing against them, igniting tiny fires of delight.
"I think someone loves being our boy-bitch," Gen breathed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her dress, and she raised the skirt slowly.
My mouth fell open as a large black strapon cock popped into view. It was long and think, and I trembled as I wondered what she had in store for me. Behind me, Claire ground her crotch against my arse and I could feel an unyielding length slip between my buttocks. Kerstin stepped closer and kissed me deeply, our lipsticks rubbing together as she too ground her crotch against my cock. I could feel her strapon nudging against my throbbing cock.
The three women moved me backwards towards the bed, all the while stroking me, softly touching and teasing me as they drove me wild with need. As they pushed me onto the covers, I felt totally emasculated, like a young women totally out of her depth and about to make love for the first time. I could never have imagined how sexy I felt with my legs encased in stockings, heels that stretched my arches, the suspenders taught against my thighs. It all felt so unreal.
"We want you to do something for us," said Gen, "And I think you'll enjoy it as much as us."
Claire and Kerstin moved onto the bed with me, kneeling on either side of me as Gen approached. She spread my legs and pulled until my arse was hanging over the edge. In the meantime, her two accomplices started stroking their fake cocks. They shuffled forward, presenting the plastic pleasers to me just inches from my face.
"We want to see you suck our cocks," said Kerstin.
"And make sure you get some lipstick on them," said Claire, "That's so fucking hot."
As their poles wavered in front of me, I leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other gently.
"Suck it like a sissy boy bitch would," said Gen.
But Claire couldn't wait. She pushed forward, thrusting her cock at my lips. I gave it a few tentative licks and without warning she suddenly pushed against my lips and plunged the tip into my mouth.
As she did so, Kerstin gasped and I closed my eyes to suck it. The sound of ragged breathing in the room gave away just how horny the three women were. Claire began moaning as she slid the strapon in and out past my lips.
"Oh, you're a very good girl," Gen told me as she started running her fingertips over my stocking clad thighs.
"She's loving it," Kerstin said. I felt the bed shift as she moved in, and as I opened my eyes to see what she was up to I was confronted by her cock.
Gen lifted my dress, parading my enormous erection. I didn't think it was possible, but I was lifted to a new level of shame. Here I was, lying on my back on a bed, dressed in lacy black lingerie, sucking two fake dicks for three nymphomaniacs who controlled my arousal. And I was turned on by it, by the length that rubbed over my lips, by the rustling underwear rubbing my sensitive skin, by the heavy breathing of the women I was servicing.
The stroking on my thighs moved inwards until Gen's soft slender ringers found my hardness and a single fingernail stroked down from the tip to my balls.
I looked up to see all three women smiling warmly, approval in their eyes as they teased me. Kerstin was toying with her nipples through the thin material of her dress, while Claire's hand was rubbing her clitoris underneath the dildo.
Kerstin pushed forward and her cock slid into my mouth as Claire's saliva-soaked toy brushed across my cheek. I worked the new member, and began to relax and give myself over to the pleasure. I didn't care how I looked any more, or what anybody would say if they could see me in my feminised state. Claire moved and leaned forward to kiss my face gently, moving across to nibble my ear and neck. I moaned and writhed at the delightful feelings she was sparking in me, and I felt Gen's hands move up to my waist.
As the ridges of Kerstin's cock ran past my red lips I saw all three exchange knowing smiles.
"I think you're ready for me now, hun," Gen said softly, as she pushed my dress upwards, exposing my stocking tops, then my knickers, and then my suspender belt.
"Keep sucking my cock, sissy boy," Kerstin said as she slid the plastic member over my lips and tongue.
"You're such a good sissy bitch," said Gen, "I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as I know you will."
Her thumbs hooked the waistband of my black knickers and slid them down slowly, exposing my blood-filled cock which pointed firmly upwards. She pulled the lacy garment down past my trembling knees and left them hooked on my ankles. She stooped and moved in between my legs, which I bent around her slender waist.
As I lay on my back, I felt so vulnerable - my arse hung off the end of the bed, my stockings rubbing against Gen's dress as I awaited my inevitable fucking. Kerstin and Claire were doing their best to drive me insane with their soft stroking, kissing and nibbling. My body felt as though tiny explosions of pleasure erupted each time I felt their lips on my skin or their fingers traced the contours of the slutty underwear.
"I want you to breathe with me," instructed Gen as she began breathing languorously, "God, you look so cute and feminine for me - just perfect for your first shag. Feel how good those stockings are on your legs, and how the suspenders feel against you. Now spread your legs for me."
I followed her instruction. What else could I do? The two other women grabbed my arms and held them over my head, increasing my sense of helplessness as Gen moved closer with her cock.
"Relax, honey, and trust me."
I felt her finger as it rubbed the outside of my sphincter, smearing cool lubricant onto it. I flinched, but tried to relax as she moved the tip around to spread the gel.
"Here I come, sissy," she said, and I suddenly felt the tip of her strapon pop through my tight ring. I groaned at the intrusion, and my cock bobbed wildly. As the length slid into me, I moaned loudly: a long drawn-out "oooh" of pleasure and pain and submission and delight. My face was red hot with humiliation as Kerstin and Claire watched Gen push her fake dick as far as it would go into my arse.
"It's Ok, little sissy boy," Claire said quietly into my ear, "We won't tell anyone you love a good fucking from women. It'll be our sexy secret."
Kerstin whispered into my other ear.
"We know you love this, slut, and we'll be making sure you get your fill of cock from now on. We'll take it in turns to fuck you in frilly lingerie. And we'll come as hard as you do... watching you taking your girlfriend's cock is turning me on so much.
As Gen's tool forced its way deeper inside me, I opened my legs to welcome it and clenched my internal muscles around it.
"Relax, sissy, and I'll take your virginity with the fuck of a lifetime. You're going cum so fucking hard while I ride you, girly. Just put those beautiful legs over my shoulders"
As I shifted position for her, Gen bottomed out inside me. My prostate was suddenly assaulted by sharp bursts of pleasure as her member found my secret spot. I whimpered as she smiled. She knew full well what I was feeling by the look on my face.
"Move for us, hun, I know you're enjoying it," Kerstin breathed. I started to buck slowly against Gen's groin, driving the instrument of my feminised torture back and forth. I was utterly humiliated as I drew enjoyment from the fetishistic scenario. I looked into Gen's eyes, where the fire of her lust raged.
My cock was dripping with pre-cum and as it ran down my shaft, Gen's fingers rubbed it around and down onto my balls. Her cock began to dictate to my body, forcing me to move and grind and wriggle against it. My feminine thrusts and soft moans, along with the deep breaths of my three lovers filled the room.
"Please - " I gasped, but it was too late to beg them for mercy. They had me now, and I was their plaything to be fucked and abused to orgasm. My whole being was alive with the sensory overload. Warm erotic fingers swept my stocking clad legs, and I arched my feet - clenching my toes inside my heels. The suspenders on my thighs tugged at my stockings, creating a fantastic melange of feeling.
Gen reached forward and gently wrapped her smooth, long fingers around my cock. I could barely stand it as she sawed her cock into me in a gentle but insistent rhythm. Each time her hips touched my bottom, she ground the dildo around inside me, lifting me to an almost unimaginable plateau of pleasure.
Claire and Kerstin, meanwhile, had tugged my dress up over my bra and were both suckling and kissing my nipples through their lace covering. Their hands held my wrists as I bucked and mewled, and their other hands rubbed my sides, almost tickling as they slid their palms over me. They were matching my moans in volume as they lay next to me, grinding their crotches against my upper thighs.
Gen's hand steadily urged me towards my climax, and the movement of her cock inside me did nothing to prevent it. I writhed and groaned - and suddenly every muscle in my body snapped taut. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing me away in its breathtaking sensation. I spurted my hot seed over Gens hand, and it spilled over and onto my groin.
Both Kerstin and Claire were obscenely wet, and I felt the heat of their genitals rubbing against me as they softly cried out, caught in the throes of their own peaks.
As I panted for breath, Gen slowed her fucking, and my body slowly stopped quaking. As I lay there gasping for breath, I wondered what the trio had in store for me on my next birthday. Surely nothing could top the experience they'd just given me!
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
12/4 diary post #2
I edged a 2nd time to the idea of Mistress punishing me for my failures yesterday. The punishment was her waking me up early, making me put on a pair of underwear (something like my femme buy shorts and then making me cum in them. She would forbid me to clean them or remove them and I would have to wear them all day. As I got closer to the edge I thought about her taking it even further. If I didn't have to leave the house, she would make me take the cum and wipe it on my face and beard telling me it better be there when the got home. Especially after cumming that would be humiliating as hell.
I worked out in pink socks, pink running shoes, white femme boy shorts, teal tank. I am working on my expenses and going to sign up for an online class for work.
I will soon bathe, paint my toenails and dress feminine again.
I worked out in pink socks, pink running shoes, white femme boy shorts, teal tank. I am working on my expenses and going to sign up for an online class for work.
I will soon bathe, paint my toenails and dress feminine again.
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