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Dark One is so formal." She smiled and winked, but when she saw that Sam wasn't in a joking mood, she sighed and continued her explanation, "Your friend Karlus the shopkeep tried to trap me, using my power as a source of magical fuel for his experiments. He's constantly aroused, leaving a trail of pre-cum from his limp dick wherever he goes." She pet the man's head, and he moved to lick her pussy. "Why are you showing me these...horrors?" Sam said, his mind lingering on 'wonders' a little too long for his liking. Magikal Goods needs to look like a proper store, if I'm going to use it as cover for my magical misdeeds.
Jill's cock would stay hard in Mary's mouth but Jill wouldn't cum until she and I started fucking. Mary was humping her pussy even harder into my face, almost lifting her ass off the bed, in time with my tongue caressing her clit. Mary continued to cum for several minutes, and then climaxed with one last big thrust of her pussy against my mouth and a squeeze of Jill's ass. I continued the deep, slow strokes and Jill resumed thrusting her ass back to meet my cock and fucking her cock into Mary's mouth. I licked the bounty of delicious pussy juices out of her love hole and clamped my lips on her clit and started to suck on it, while probing that adorable love button with my tongue.
His role as the photographic image setter at his company, making sales catalogues for sexy lingerie has ensured he has been hard and stimulated inside his wife's padlocked chastity device and her selection of lacy female underwear she has had him wear all week has kept his mind continually thinking about sex. She leans over and looks closely into his eyes, kisses him on the lips and her right hand moves to touch over the constrained bulge inside his trousers. She now looks at his sex area covered in some very yellow ladies panties with blue lacy edges and his swollen penis entrapped inside the chastity device.
I walked upstairs to find my wife standing in our exercise room dressed in a black leotard, pink tights, and ballet shoes. On the bed in our room, she had laid out a pink thong dance panty, a brand new pair of pink Capezio Ultra Soft dance tights, a pink high neck leotard, white leg warmers, and a pair of pink leather Capezio ballet shoes, all of which she had ordered in my size for the occasion. She led me through a series of stretches on the bar as I admired my tights covered legs with my toes pointed in the dainty ballet slippers. While I struggled to take her cock, I watched the scene in the mirror- a ballerina roughly fucked in her tutu and tights.
She raised her head, flicked her hair out of the way and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't get to loving cock so much you forget to service my tight pussy." Marion stopped at the edge of the bed, cupped my balls and lightly scratched them with her red nails, her other hand found the back of my neck and she pulled me to her and kissed me then said, "Here baby, you lay down. I ran my fingers through her hair, whispered, "Yes. Fuck me," and reached down, enveloped her ass with my hands and pulled her to me hard, snapping my hips up as best I could.
Travis felt his cock penetrate into the extraordinary soft rectum of his slave; Dana's ass was like a ripe fruit, clinging and sweet, hugging the intruder to caress it. Bending forward, the cock still deep in his ass, Dana opened his mouth and sucked on the older man's tongue; his slender hand reached back to caress Travis' testes; the other reciprocated, cupping Dana's ball sac and squeezing it gently. Though the shaft remained firmly gripped in Dana's extraordinarily satiny rectum, it was as if a space had opened at the head, a well deep inside the young man to receive his lover's offering. Aroused by this delightful scene, the two Masters would sometimes join their slaves; Richard sliding under Dana to be taken in the younger man's mouth, Travis kneeling behind Adrianna and entering her cherry-like bottom.
I fucked your pussy and you came, baby, I made you a woman. Mmm, I think I'd like to see your little white mouth around a big black cock, baby. Would you like to sit in the chair with your blindfold on, rubbing your clit, hearing me moan and come on strange cock? You look so lovely in your classy lingerie, all made up, your pretty blue hair framing the cock in your mouth. A man is gonna fuck your pussy with his cock." I moaned. "Mmm, you'll beg for more though, won't you, little cock slut? My little cock slut got used sooo good. How much of a woman do you want to be, baby?" I moaned and fucked her back.
Just for a while to see what it would be like to finger myself, or to have some man want my body and hunger for me the way that I had hungered for woman in the past. “Oh I wish I were a woman just for a week, just to see what it would be like...” why is this coming out of my mouth. I rush into the house to my waiting wife and kids, kiss them all and head to our liquor cabinet. Need to cut them worked through my mind as my head continued to pound. I force my eyes open a bit and my head begins to pound harder.
However, exploring the shame, objectification and negative rigid gender stereotypes in role playing rids it of some of its' power. BDSM in the case of cross-dressing or feminization is like a powerful political satire. While the main aim of humiliation is sexual gratification or control, I feel that it has an eventual positive effect psychologically by getting us out of the shame cycle by desensitization, though at first it may be a little difficult to deal with. Breaking rigid stereotypes is always powerful, and through the experience of feminization or cross-dressing people can act out negative stereotypes thereby transforming them.
"Hurry up bitch and get your girly stuff on, I've been wanting to get my dick in you since I read that first story online," she said as she put a condom on her cock. She continued to talk about me getting a real cock either in my mouth or in my ass the whole time she was fucking me that night. She started talking about me sucking a real cock again as she slowly fucked my mouth. "What a messy little whore, we need to get you cleaned up," Angie said as she reached around and raked up the cum from my face with her finger. Before the guy left Angie told him to come back after he got off work and fuck my ass like he had my face and he agreed that he would.
She didn't believe this incubus at first when he said he would give her magic powers to shrink her boyfriend's dick every time she sucked off another man, but she sucked the incubus off in the parking lot anyway because his huge, hard cock made her feel inexplicably horny. When she came home later, miraculously he hadn't shrunk, but Jezebel told her boyfriend she wanted him to feel that insecurity always, constantly worrying if she might suck off anybody on the street and take away his dick. Jeff had milliseconds left before his girlfriend would close in on Rick's epic dick and make him cum, stealing her cucked-out, humiliated sissy boyfriend's size 1 widdle wee wee away forever.
I couldn't help smiling as my mind wandered into an image of how cute my guy's tight little buns would look in a pair of lacy girlie panties. "Well, now," I said, pausing dramatically while I had his complete attention, "I want you to go down to the Penney's store and buy five pairs of panties, one for each day of the week." I studied his expression. Opening my eyes I was treated to the blurred sight (I am extremely nearsighted) of my husband in his lovely new Victoria Secret panties and a camisole I had picked it up from the thrift store the day before.
I was completely nude at the time and I started to rub the pantyhose on my semi-hard cock. One day I was at the house of a mutual acquaintance, when I went to the bathroom I saw some white pantyhose sticking out the wash basket so before I sat in the toilet I pulled them out along with them came a pair of red panties. She got under the covers and I put my stuff down, I turned out all the lights so that she couldn't see me climb into bed wearing the panties. I enjoy wearing any colour, silky (not cotton), thongs or hotpanties and the feel is great.
She asked if I was thirsty, and she told me to drink from the toilet, "like a good little puppy." I had never drunk from a toilet, and it was humiliating, at first. We had discussed toilet training, and she said that she wanted to see me drink the byproduct of what I had drunk from the toilet earlier--she put me in my place right away, as a puppy and a toilet slave. "Pee like the good little bitch you are," she said, laughing at me as she watched, humiliating me. Well, except for having to go pee in the middle of the night--and that, I did in the back yard, like a good little puppy.
Lilla came up, hugged me, kissed me while stroking my cock under my skirt, said in a husky voice, "God, that's so hot. I sighed, gave a small head shake at the TV, and was surprised to notice the pull and sway of the earrings, and the hair that flicked around my face and on my neck felt kind of nice, sexy even. We watched the game and at halftime Lilla muted the TV, said, "Come 'ere, mamacita, gimme some sugar." She put her hand behind my neck and hauled me in for a soft, lingering kiss. She kept me constantly aroused by telling me how hot I looked, how beautiful I was, grabbing me for a smoldering kiss, fondling my ass, my nipples, gently rubbing her hand along my front.
Daryl walked towards the full length mirror; his breathing was hard as he watched himself. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach and over the hard bulge in the satin panties. He tried standing up but his legs threatened to fail him so he resorted to just turning around on his knees to face her, his hands fluttering about as he tried to hide what was already in plain sight. This is just the five inch attachment but I am sure we will work you up to the larger sizes in no time." She walked over to him in slow measured steps, making sure he got a good look at what was in store for him.
The water coursing over me, cleaning the previous day's filth from me, felt like a warm summer rain massaging me as I rinsed off. With a little laugh she said, "I've been doing a little cleaning while you were in the shower." Gesturing toward the luggage she continued, "I have taken the liberty of sealing up some of your male clothes that aren't needed. With her mouth near my ears and the smell of her perfume beginning to reach me she whispered in sultry tones, "Slut, are you ready to be trained as my slave and maid? As I pulled the panties up my smooth legs and over my stiff cock, I felt a little embarrassed especially since my dick was making an unfeminine appearance sticking out above the low cut bikini panties.
How does it feel to be like a girl, to have no cock?" "Today, I want to make you cum from just my fucking your pussy, no cock play for you." You reach down and squeeze my erection - the last time you will be touching him until after you have finished. "Get it nice n wet, Baby, cause the next place it is to be is inside you." Some of the lipstick left over on my lips smears onto the shaft of the probe, turning it pinkish. "I'm going to use a condom, too, so you won't dirty my pretty cock." After you roll it on, you say, "It looks real when it's all bagged up like this!" Then, I feel you tug at the butt plug, pulling it out, leaving me with a somewhat empty sensation.
I shared with her my fantasy of being dressed as a debutante someday and be able to wear shoulder length white kid gloves. She let her bra slip off and placed my gloved hands on her breasts and had me suck on her nipples which by now were hard and stuck right out. I was so overjoyed at the way that I looked and felt that I embraced and began kissing her passionately and rubbing her breasts and feeling her between her legs. Then she took my head in her hands and directed my painted lips to her nipples and made me suck each one back and forth while massaging her breasts with my gloved fingers.
Are you feeling receptive, baby?" Marion said as she scooped some of my leaking precum with her finger and fed it to me. "Mmm, you know baby, whenever I put on stockings I feel so sexy and feminine. I sipped some wine and looked at myself in the mirror: slim figure, gorgeous sandy blonde hair with highlights, dangly ebony earrings that caught the light and sheer black very high thigh highs. Marin had been keeping an eye on her watch and finally said, "You look so sexy in your little black dress. Dressed as a beautiful woman in a sexy little black dress, I walked nervously to the door in my five inch strappy pumps wondering exactly what Marion had in mind for tonight.
Second, you will do as I say." As she slid up my body and placed her cum filled pussy on my face, she began feeling my tongue enter her and clean out the mess I just left. She told me that I was such a good cum-slut cleaning her out that I must love to be fucked too. She introduced me as her new girlfriend and he laughed as she told him that I was a cum slut and loved to be fucked in my ass. I heard my mistress ask, "He looked like a good cock sucker, how does he feel?" He finally pulled out as she came around and saw my pathetic tears and cum covered face.
"Hey - that feels really good but you could have done it before you put it on!" I said as my cock began to swell and strain against the cage. Well, girls don't have cocks and little sissies don't get to use theirs so you'll stay like this until I think you're ready to come out. You're going to watch me cum and get a little sissy training at the same time." She straddled my face as I licked her bare slit. I expect you to do it anytime I cum, but you're not done yet." She sat on my chest and put the dildo to my face, "my little slut needs to clean this too. Dressing like a sexy slut, licking my pussy, sucking cock, watching me get off.
In fact," she said, leering at the lump in the form-fitting jeans, "I suspect that she doth protest too much." As I turned bright red, she continued sternly, "Now how about if you just admit that you are a sissy and that you get off on being treated like a sexy little lady. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she broke in with, "I tell you what, why don't we just try a bunch of them and you can see what you like best." As she nodded at Jill to carry on, she grabbed a couple of bras from a nearby rack and, with the forms in hand, led me across the store to the mens changing rooms, pointing out as she went that men weren't allowed in the womens' and they would be fired immediately if they allowed it.
It provided a place for yoginis to practice yoga, research and translate eastern philosophies, and create 'new men' who could eventually return to the world with a changed viewpoint, thus helping to disseminate the ideas. The yoginis were well aware of ideas in forced feminization, the wearing of women's clothes, but these were regarded as too culturally influenced (who would wear high heels and lipstick in an ashram?) and violent. However, after a few more weeks of training, plus soy and flax as a part of every meal, I was able to pass the erection test, and was allowed to remove my langota for most of the time.