Showing posts with label sissy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sissy. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Humiliated Cuckold
I hear the whimpering even before I walk thru the door. I know I will find my little pet chained to my bedpost, curled up on his blanket. It’s Friday evening, and he knows that means he’s in for a sleepless night suffering blue balls…I love Friday nights.
My lover follows me into my bedroom, not even bothering to glance at the pitifully eager slave at the foot of my bed. My pet peeks over the footboard to stare at the enormous erection my lover is displaying. If my slave’s cock wasn’t bound up in a plastic chastity cage I’m sure he’d be stroking his pathetic little flap of flesh. My pet is practically drooling with desire. Too bad for him!
“Come, my love,” I whisper to the tall strong man before me, “Kiss me.”
I pull my lover close to me on the bed, and devour his mouth with mine. He kisses me back with passion, and off in the distance I hear my pet squeaking sadly. I ignore my pet, and reach out for the rock hard cock of a real man. My lover moans against my lips, and squeezes my breast, rolling my nipple under his finger, and then it’s my turn to moan.
“You see this, pet?” I shoot over my shoulder, not taking my eyes of the broad shoulders and muscled arms of my lover, “This is what a true man can do to a woman. This is how a man turns a woman on. He’s strong, where you’re weak. He’s hard, where you’re soft. He’s eager, where you’re timid. You’ll never have what he can have, because you’re just a wimpy little sissy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss,” my slave replies in a lispy little voice, “This slave is not worthy of you, Miss.”
“That’s correct, little pet. Now, get over here and hold this massive cock still so I can climb onto it.”
I hear the clanking of my slave’s chain leash as he crawls around to the edge of the bed to perform his final service of the evening. I lay my lover gently down onto the bed, keeping my eyes locked on my lover’s fierce and hungry gaze. His mouth is set in a confident smirk, and I can sense my slave’s hand snake between my thighs to hold my lover’s cock in place for me. My cunt is soaked, and my pet is so close I’m sure he can smell my arousal. If my little slave doesn’t smell my juicy pussy, I have no doubt he feels it. I’m dripping down my legs with desire.
I slowly pierce myself, relishing the first entry. My slave is not allowed to let go until I’ve fully embedded the entire shaft in me. I tease my desperate slave by using my incredible willpower to keep from going all the way down. I work myself up and down slowly, driving my lover into frenzy. I take pity on my lover, certainly not my slave, and slam my ass all the way until I’m sitting on my lover’s rigid thighs.
My slave slinks away, back to the foot of the bed to watch. I know without looking that he’s uselessly humping the air; sighing without relief. I quickly leave thoughts of my pet behind as I continue to work my lover’s cock, seeking my own orgasm; the frustrated tears of my slave falling on deaf ears.
My lover follows me into my bedroom, not even bothering to glance at the pitifully eager slave at the foot of my bed. My pet peeks over the footboard to stare at the enormous erection my lover is displaying. If my slave’s cock wasn’t bound up in a plastic chastity cage I’m sure he’d be stroking his pathetic little flap of flesh. My pet is practically drooling with desire. Too bad for him!
“Come, my love,” I whisper to the tall strong man before me, “Kiss me.”
I pull my lover close to me on the bed, and devour his mouth with mine. He kisses me back with passion, and off in the distance I hear my pet squeaking sadly. I ignore my pet, and reach out for the rock hard cock of a real man. My lover moans against my lips, and squeezes my breast, rolling my nipple under his finger, and then it’s my turn to moan.
“You see this, pet?” I shoot over my shoulder, not taking my eyes of the broad shoulders and muscled arms of my lover, “This is what a true man can do to a woman. This is how a man turns a woman on. He’s strong, where you’re weak. He’s hard, where you’re soft. He’s eager, where you’re timid. You’ll never have what he can have, because you’re just a wimpy little sissy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss,” my slave replies in a lispy little voice, “This slave is not worthy of you, Miss.”
“That’s correct, little pet. Now, get over here and hold this massive cock still so I can climb onto it.”
I hear the clanking of my slave’s chain leash as he crawls around to the edge of the bed to perform his final service of the evening. I lay my lover gently down onto the bed, keeping my eyes locked on my lover’s fierce and hungry gaze. His mouth is set in a confident smirk, and I can sense my slave’s hand snake between my thighs to hold my lover’s cock in place for me. My cunt is soaked, and my pet is so close I’m sure he can smell my arousal. If my little slave doesn’t smell my juicy pussy, I have no doubt he feels it. I’m dripping down my legs with desire.
I slowly pierce myself, relishing the first entry. My slave is not allowed to let go until I’ve fully embedded the entire shaft in me. I tease my desperate slave by using my incredible willpower to keep from going all the way down. I work myself up and down slowly, driving my lover into frenzy. I take pity on my lover, certainly not my slave, and slam my ass all the way until I’m sitting on my lover’s rigid thighs.
My slave slinks away, back to the foot of the bed to watch. I know without looking that he’s uselessly humping the air; sighing without relief. I quickly leave thoughts of my pet behind as I continue to work my lover’s cock, seeking my own orgasm; the frustrated tears of my slave falling on deaf ears.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sissy Shopping
Yesterday afternoon a Domme friend of mine, Ms. S, and I were chatting on the phone about a novice sissy, Kay, who is interested in femininity training. It seems that the young ladie has been harboring these desires for years, but owing to living with a large family in an extremely conservative part of the country, she's been unable to fully express her true self. We felt she needed our help, so we decided that we needed to take her shopping.
Yay shopping!!
When we got to the mall, our first stop was the cosmetics store so we could choose the perfect colors for our new gurl. Both Ms. S and I have worked as estheticians, so we knew we needed to start with Kay's make-up and skin care first. Kay could barely control her excitement when she saw all the colors there were to choose from, but we steered her first to the appropriate skin care products and proceeded to educate her on the proper way to cleanse and care for her type of skin. After that we allowed her to pick out her make-up, advising her along the way about the best shade to compliment her coloring.
Next was the shoe store. Kay is fortunate in that she posses relatively small feet, and we were able to find her two pairs of shoes that fit her beautifully. The first pair has a low heel, that's going to be her "practice" pair so she can learn how to walk in heels. When Kay first tried them on and attempted to walk down the aisle Ms. S and I couldn't help giggling at her awkwardness. We teased her that she would have to do alot of chores in her new heels in order to improve her gait. Kay's other pair of new shoes she'll have to work up to. Those are her "inspiration" shoes, a pair of red platforms with little ankle straps. So cute!!
Kay looked so proud and giddy following Ms. S and me and to the wig store. Kay swung her bags and pointed at all the things she was going to get once her transformation progressed. Ms. S and I reminded her she still had a long way to go, but we encouraged her enthusiasm (Kay is so adorable!). At the wig store we decided that Kay need a full wig until her hair grew out, and then we could get her some clip in extensions. We left the store with a fantastic wavy blonde wig that fell just past Kay's shoulders.
Ms. S and I had saved the best for last, and we made our way to the lingerie store. I could see Kay's clit pressing against her pants making a slight bulge when she began to touch all that silk and lace. She grew quiet, and reverently ran her fingers across satin panties, lacy bras, and sheer garters. We chose a pair of see thru white panties and bra set and a satiny black bra and thong set with lace on the edges for when she needed to look slutty.
As we made our way to the check out counter Kay looked over at the garters longingly, and we just couldn't resist getting her a pair. We let her pick out which ever one she wanted, and she chose a pink mesh garter skirt with darker pink bows at the hips. She'd obviously been listening when we had told her that pink was a good color for her ( very good gurl!). Of course now she needed stockings, and we picked out one pair of nude nylons and a black pair with seams up the back because every gurl needs a pair of seamed stockings!
When we got home we had Kay give us a fashion show of all her new things. She pranced around the house in her new lingerie and practice heels. Ms. S and I giggled and teased Kay when she danced sexy for us to the music on the stereo, and we tried to teach her how to move like a lady. Kay's going to have to work on that!
We didn't allow her to try her make-up on yet, but we did show her how to use her new skin care cleanser and moisturizers. Soon we'll be able to move on to her cosmetics and hair removal, but she must be patient, and we have to be sure she retains the basics before moving on to more advanced training.
Keep your fingers crossed for our gurl, Kay!!
Yay shopping!!
When we got to the mall, our first stop was the cosmetics store so we could choose the perfect colors for our new gurl. Both Ms. S and I have worked as estheticians, so we knew we needed to start with Kay's make-up and skin care first. Kay could barely control her excitement when she saw all the colors there were to choose from, but we steered her first to the appropriate skin care products and proceeded to educate her on the proper way to cleanse and care for her type of skin. After that we allowed her to pick out her make-up, advising her along the way about the best shade to compliment her coloring.
Next was the shoe store. Kay is fortunate in that she posses relatively small feet, and we were able to find her two pairs of shoes that fit her beautifully. The first pair has a low heel, that's going to be her "practice" pair so she can learn how to walk in heels. When Kay first tried them on and attempted to walk down the aisle Ms. S and I couldn't help giggling at her awkwardness. We teased her that she would have to do alot of chores in her new heels in order to improve her gait. Kay's other pair of new shoes she'll have to work up to. Those are her "inspiration" shoes, a pair of red platforms with little ankle straps. So cute!!
Kay looked so proud and giddy following Ms. S and me and to the wig store. Kay swung her bags and pointed at all the things she was going to get once her transformation progressed. Ms. S and I reminded her she still had a long way to go, but we encouraged her enthusiasm (Kay is so adorable!). At the wig store we decided that Kay need a full wig until her hair grew out, and then we could get her some clip in extensions. We left the store with a fantastic wavy blonde wig that fell just past Kay's shoulders.
Ms. S and I had saved the best for last, and we made our way to the lingerie store. I could see Kay's clit pressing against her pants making a slight bulge when she began to touch all that silk and lace. She grew quiet, and reverently ran her fingers across satin panties, lacy bras, and sheer garters. We chose a pair of see thru white panties and bra set and a satiny black bra and thong set with lace on the edges for when she needed to look slutty.
As we made our way to the check out counter Kay looked over at the garters longingly, and we just couldn't resist getting her a pair. We let her pick out which ever one she wanted, and she chose a pink mesh garter skirt with darker pink bows at the hips. She'd obviously been listening when we had told her that pink was a good color for her ( very good gurl!). Of course now she needed stockings, and we picked out one pair of nude nylons and a black pair with seams up the back because every gurl needs a pair of seamed stockings!
When we got home we had Kay give us a fashion show of all her new things. She pranced around the house in her new lingerie and practice heels. Ms. S and I giggled and teased Kay when she danced sexy for us to the music on the stereo, and we tried to teach her how to move like a lady. Kay's going to have to work on that!
We didn't allow her to try her make-up on yet, but we did show her how to use her new skin care cleanser and moisturizers. Soon we'll be able to move on to her cosmetics and hair removal, but she must be patient, and we have to be sure she retains the basics before moving on to more advanced training.
Keep your fingers crossed for our gurl, Kay!!
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