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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Hello Sailor

It's that time of year.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Excerpt from Vickie Turn

"Maybe it's just what's accustomed?" I suggested. "Getting used to things? People don't notice routine activities. For instance, I'm now spending hours each day it seems licking and sucking on that soft rubber dildo you bought me. Doing everything to it that Stacy does to that guy's cock. I throat it now without even thinking. Paying no attention. It was so embarrassing, the first time, and kind of exciting too, because it violated something deep inside me. But I did it, and now it doesn't seem to matter."

"Yes, I've watched you. Those new puffy lips of yours look so natural sliding up and down that imitation cock! That's what they're for! And you were passionate enough the first day. But now you look as if you were smoking a cigar and reading a book. You aren't focussed. You no longer seem to feel privileged to be kissing a man's member, nor humiliated either. And that's what's missing. It isn't fulfilling for you, and it isn't helping you feel more girly. So it isn't deeply satisfying. You need motivation. Can you think of any?
...

Summer is Soon Ending - Now Honestly

Would anyone want to be a girl just so that you could wear these swimming costumes? I would and I would be sopping wet all the time.

We have only two weeks left to imagine what it must feel like to be like this.
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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Gosh! Girls are great!

Friday, August 15, 2008

TV blogger

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Prissy`s Sissies #72

[a tasty excerpt from the latest issue]
A Sissy Marriage

When Dave and Jims' wives became lesbian lovers and set up house together they had a very modern solution for the redundant males. They turned their ex-husbands into very effeminate sissies and put them in a shameful sissy love nest together.

Samantha and Jane are now a sort of lesbian couple themselves and the house is full of video cameras so that their wives can check that the perverts are dressing and acting correctly at all times. The neighbors on either side are middle aged single ladies who are aware of the situation and drop in frequently to administer spankings or just bring some silky lingerie to milk the sissies with.

This evening the wives are coming to dinner and, as usual, Jane is making all the preparations. She has vacuumed the whole house, prepared a wonderful three course meal and now she is finishing the ironing. Even though the thought of the dressing session they will have with their ex-wives, (who will certainly bring gorgeous new sissy dresses and will probably be wearing their rubber Nanny costumes) has made both their dollies as hard as rock, Jane hasn't ejaculated once, while Samantha is spraying her milk everywhere

The slut will get an extra spanking from his wife later and probably a thorough fucking from that monster dildo of hers.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Introducing Madame Domworthy
by flossie

Madame Domworthy watched the scene before her with a disdainful smile. Madame was an imposing woman who had devoted forty years to keeping males in their proper place. In doing so she had carefully perfected her image to produce a sensual ripeness that captivated her charges and made them drool with submissive longing.

She both aroused the pathetic fools to heart-thumping excitement and made them aware how utterly beneath her they were.

Her make-up and coiffure were sexily severe and her attire augmented her feminine charms. In this instance she wore shimmering black rubber from neck to ankle. The rippling material oozed authority, and was easy to wipe clean should any of her perverted sluts have one of their frequent little 'accidents'.

Her boots had just high enough heels to make her look even more imposingly dominant but still be comfortable. Pencil thin ultra high heel were for the sissies. Let them teeter and totter in discomfort for her pleasure.

Madame Domworthy smoked easily as she tapped her quirt against her calf in time to the rhyme chanted by her two, current, favourite sissies, restrictively clad in rubber, leashed and tethered on either side of her.

Ring a, Ring a Sissies,
Clitties full of Prickies,
A Fuck You, A Fuck You,
The Sissies Go Round.

Before them a ring of sissies dressed in restrictive flouncy and fluffy materials, decorated with dyed coiffures, little bonnets, satin ribbon, bows and frills, danced in ballet heeled footwear in time to the rhyme.

In the center of the ring the Chosen Sissy, dressed in a pink frilly baby doll nightee was trussed up and bent over with his legs kept wide apart by a steel rod.

On hearing the fourth line of the nursery rhyme whichever sissy in the ring found himself next to the Chosen Sissy`s bottom thrust his erect penis into the victim`s feminised opening.

All the sissies were fitted with spurtcocks to keep them at maximum stimulation. From each sissy`s wrists coloured ribbons were attached to a metal rod set across a bulb that protruded from his wantonly lipsticked mouth. As the creatures thrust and wriggled the ribbons tightened and depressed the bulb, causing a creamy liquid containing concentrated sexual enhancer to squirt down the penis gag which forced their mouths open.

The enhancer ensured that the feminised pricks of the sissy dancers and their victim were constantly hard and throbbing even after several ejaculations.

When the little game was completed, dependent on the amount of the enhancer used but in this case after two hours, the sissies were exhausted and compliant enough to be passed over to any of the watching ladies who wanted them.

The most flaccid of the survivors were taken upstairs to the Pink Pansy Nursery for use as 'Bedtime Dollies' by Madame Domworthy's paying Adult Baby guests.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Jamie the Gloryhole Slut

by jr0777©
[Feminized after learning the skills of fellatio]

I am a cocksucking gloryhole slut.

It all started a few years back when I first discovered gloryholes. An adult bookstore in my town had some video booths in the back that it took me quite a long time to get the courage to go into. Eventually I did, and for a long time I was very happy putting my cock through the hole to get serviced by some mouth slut on the other side.

And being serviced was wonderful -- until I realized that deep inside, I wanted to be the mouth being used. I wanted to be the cum receptacle for some strange hard cock. I wanted to be the source of some other man's pleasure. To make him moan gently and gradually suck harder until he pushes more of his cock into my mouth. After a little bit, the pushing gets harder and more frequent....in and out....in and out. Sometimes, the guy will tap on the wall to let me know he is cumming. Sometimes, the cock will start pushing harder and faster and the head of the cock in my mouth will swell up and other times, there is no warning at all. Any way it happens, I get what I was on my slutty knees for -- a mouthful of warm, gooey cum from a stranger.

Almost always, right after he has been kind enough to use my whorish mouth, he will pull his pants up, zip up, and leave right out the door. Usually it's no thank you or acknowledgement of how good I have just made him feel, but I don't need the recognition to keep sucking -- the hot load in my mouth is more than enough payment for me. Once in awhile, a man will push some money through the hole to me after he has unloaded. These men make me feel very much like a whore and in some cases literally, like a two-dollar whore. But I don't want or need the money, just their hot cream in my mouth, on my hands, on my face.

So, first I enjoyed getting sucked, then I realized how much I really enjoy giving another man pleasure with out any reciprocation at all. Then the next "kink" came into play -- I learned that wearing my wife's panties while I was on my knees servicing strangers was very much a turn on. Cotton Vic Secret thongs, satin panties, mesh boyshorts...I started to wear more and more different and slutty panties when I sucked and it was wonderful. I was really getting into the role of being another man's anonymous cocksucker.

Over time, I started to add more clothing to my ensemble. After panties came garters and stockings, then a bra, then 5 inch heels, then an assortment of microfiber miniskirts and red and black stretch lace tops. I completed the outfit with a cute red wig in a bob style haircut. It's wonderful to feel the hair brush against my cheeks as I suck cock. It's also easier to get cum out of the shorter haired wig, which is a good thing considering how much I have on me before I leave my wonderful gloryhole booth, inevitably passing some men I probably just gave blowjobs to. I always walk out to my car dressed up, head to toe in slut clothing. I even top it off with heavy blue eyeshadow and red slut lipstick. Usually, when I leave and there are men there, some will whisper "thank you" in my ear, others will pinch my breast or gently run their hands on my skirt or even up it.

Eventually, dressing up as a total slut became more of an effort and I started to shave my body, put on even sluttier makeup and lipstick (usually with a cute gloss) and my wardrobe started to grow and grow. Now, I have a number of different types of slutty clothes I wear to suck cock.

My favorite time to go is either early morning on my way to work -- I leave the house in work clothes and then pull over someplace to get dolled up and then go to the bookstore. I always look for (and get usually) my favorite booth, where the hole is t. . .

Sunday, August 10, 2008

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TITLE: DOCTOR'S ORDERS

(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, MDom)

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This
story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, MDom)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO
NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT
WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED,
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY
DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR
WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

NOTE OF THANKS: To reader FEC, for valuable editorial review and
input, which enhanced this story.

Story Title: DOCTOR'S ORDERS
By C.D.E.

CAST:
Wife: Kathy
Husband: Melvin
Wife's Mother: Betty Nelson
Melvin's Aunt: Matilda
Dr. Beatmen: Karen

Kathy had been married to Melvin only three months
when she got involved with a black stud named Hank. Soon
she was not only sexing him, but several of his friends.
She soon realized she reveled in black cocks and liked the
idea of being a wanton white slut for strange black dicks.
About this time, she also discovered herself becoming
more dominant over her husband and yearning to subjugate
him totally. She told her mom of this desire.
"Kathy dear, I should've known you were sneaking
around and getting some good black dicks on the side. I'm
proud of you. It's obviously good for you because you just
seemed too radiant and happy. I didn't think poor Melvin
was eating you out that good." The two chuckled.
"His tongue is his best quality, but those big black
cocks are what dreams are made of. But as I said, I have
this urge and it won't go away. I want to make him a slave
husband and humiliate him. You think I need psychological
help?"

"Heck no! You just need a plan. Kathy, sometimes
after a woman like you has been with a real man, and
especially black men, you can get a desire to humiliate and
castigate your husband for his inadequacies. And your poor
Melvin is such a sweet submissive. An ideal target for you
to subjugate." Have you any idea what you want to do?
Personally, I would like to see him turned into a
transvestite."
"Then you think I should find a way?"
"Oh, by all means. In fact, I just might have an
idea. I was reading a story the other day where a slick
faith healer was giving a drug to people to make them
nauseous and sickly. He then gave them an antidote in some
blessed water he had them drink. Maybe we can get your
Melvin to be what you want by doing the same."
The two women talked further to refine their plan and
also decided to enlist the aid of a friend of theirs who
was a nurse.
The plan was set into motion. Over a week, Melvin's
food was spiked with a harmless drug that would make him
have an upset stomach and run a mild fever.

THE PLAN:
Kathy insisted he go to a Gastrointestinal specialist
who she knew, who was really her nurse friend, Karen,
posing as a Doctor Beatmen. The fake Doctor Beatmen and
Kathy knew each other since high school days. As a matter
of fact, Dr. Beatmen would've loved to had a lesbian affair
with Kathy.
On her first visit, Dr. Beatmen, drew blood samples
for testing. She gave him something to slightly ease the
effects of the drugs his wife was surreptitiously giving
him. On his second visit, she broke the bogus bad news to
him.
"Melvin, I have some good news and some bad news."
Melvin, the nervous type twitched nervously as Dr.
Beatmen acted her part to the hilt by using every trick to
put him on needles and pins. After a planned pause, she
began again.
"The good news is we don't need to operate, but the
bad news is that the drugs you need to balance your
hormonal and intestinal track chemistry are not cheap or
readily available. However, there is an alternative to
purchasing the synthetic version of this very expensive
drug, but I warn you, you must be man enough to endure the
treatment process. If I start you on it, I don't want to
hear any whining or being wishy-washy about taking your
treatment or the natural medicines which will be a part of
this natural but somewhat unorthodox procedure. Once you
start, you can't ever use the synthetic drug."
Melvin, quickly agreed to follow the Doctor's orders
if it would make him better. His wife, who held his hand
sincerely was laughing loud inside even though she played
the part of the seriously concerned wife.

THE TREATMENT STARTS:
"Kathy, I-I'm really nervous about this phase. I
just don't feel comfortable about sucking on ..."
"Not sucking honey, Fellating. Remember what the
Doctor said. If you think of it in the beginning as
sucking cocks, you'll build up a negative impression."
"Uh, okay dear, I-I'll try. I-I practiced again on
that plastic shaped penis she gave me ... I-I hope he's
gentle."
"I'm sure he will be honey. And don't you worry, I'll
be right here by your side as you swallow your first load,
er, I mean injection of virile Scumtoza."
"Thanks dear. I-I don't know how to thank you for
going through all you've been through last week .. you know
for Phase One .. sleeping with all those strange black men
Dr. Beatmen sent over s-so I could suck ..."
"Orally extract honey."
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, orally extract the sex fluids from
y-your vagina".
"Honey, I persevered for you. There's no need to
thank me, it was my duty to do it for you." She smiled
with a smirk as she kissed him on the cheek. "Now honey,
remember to keep your lips pursed tightly around his penis
as he's spurting his good cum. We want to keep the air
from getting to it as you swallow. Remember, when you got
the less potent Scumtoza from my cunt, it was protected by
being mixed with my pussy juice. But this time, you have
to work to keep it protected as well as using good suction
to draw it all out too."
"I-I'll do my best dear."
"I'm counting on you darling. And I must say, I'm so
glad to see you didn't seem to have any difficulty eating
your medicine from my snatch after the darlings worked so
hard to put it in their for you all last week."
Her husband muttered and stammered out of
embarrassment, but he admitted that even though his wife's
hairy oozing gash was slimy and sloppy he didn't have too
much trouble getting acclimated to the taste of the
fourteen black men's jism he "orally extracted " from her
over the last two weeks.
" Can you tell if the medicine from my cunt is doing
any good? You do feel better don't you?"
"Oh yes. I don't feel dizzy anymore and not quite as
nauseous after eating."
"And Melvin honey, I really loved you making that loud
slurping noise as you drew your gooey medicine out of my
gash. That was so pleasing. It was so good to straddled
your head and ground my cunt in your face so it could drain
real good for you."
"T-Thank you again dear. I-I appreciate all the
little things you're doing for me."
"Of course you're welcomed darling. Now when you
start getting the regular doses of more potent Scumtoza
from the men's balls, you should be back to normal again.
However, like the Dr. Beatmen indicated, you may need to
stay on the medication for several months until your body
gets stabilized."
" I understand. B-but Kathy dear, d-did Dr. Beatmen
ever mentioned when I-I could stop masturbating a-and have
..."
"Have sex like we use to? Honey, like she told you,
it's best you wait until she gives the word. She said it
would take a while. So don't fret, you'll do fine by
pulling your peter until she gives the word. Anyway, in
the meantime, I'll be so busy getting you your daily doses
of cuntal Scumtoza, we won't have much time together anyway
for that. I'll be too busy with those big black cocks
anyway. You know how demanding the darlings are. You
can't expect them to just come by and sex me and
not want me to go out and party with them. It's only fair
for all they're doing for us."
"I-I suppose you're right." Melvin sighed as he spoke
with his head hung. "She did say she wanted me to do more
of the housework chores, since such meticulous work would
help me from getting frayed nerves."
"And besides, you're so good at it darling. Your aunt
taught you so well. "
"I always did enjoy keeping things tidy and in order.
Er, Kathy dear, can I ,er ask you something?"
"Of course sweetie. What is it?"
"D-do you, er, have to wear such short dresses and
make up, er, the way you do, w-when going out with those
black men?"
"They like me to dress sexy that way. Don't you?"
"Er, w-well yes, b-but you show so much."
"I thought you like me like that, especially since
you seem to get so horny helping me get dressed and
jacking off for me while I model. You mean you don't want
me posing for you and teasing you with peeks of my
crotchless panties to help you get off?"
"Y-yes, I do, b-but I just wish it wasn't this way."
"Just remember it's for you darling that I'm giving
myself to them. When you're jacking off, think of their
big black dicks creaming in my pussy, your wife's juicy
white snatch that's being denied to you , but that you're
only allowed to eat out. Identify your pleasure with
licking up after these real men darling. Consider their
spent cum as a delightful ambrosia. Thinking this way will
make things easier on you honey." His wife spoke softly
with a wicked smile on her face. She tingled with pleasure
at the thought of tormenting him this way and making him
think it was for his own good.
"O-okay dear. I-I'll do as you suggest." Spoke her
husband in a tone of resignation and capitulation, as he
thought of strange black men enjoying his wife's luscious
body, while he stayed home doing housework and
masturbating.
"I think I hear a car coming honey. Yes it is. I bet
that's your medicine on tap." His wife giggled as she
spoke.

LATER
"See honey, that wasn't so bad was it. I think you
did real well for your first time at Fellatio. You looked
so sweet with your cheeks all puffed out when he pushed his
dick to the back of your throat. In fact I'll say you did
an excellent job of swallowing your first load of heavy
hot jism. How did you find the taste of your medicine?"
"I-it was v-very warm and gooey ... real creamy like.
I-I was so surprised that he shot off twice in my mouth and
then was ready to made love to you after that."
"That's not unusual for black men honey. It may not
happen with every black man you suc, er, I mean Fellate.
Also honey, I must commend you for being so obedient and
well mannered when he asked you to ask me if he could have
intercourse with me?"
"I-I didn't know what else to do."
"You did the right thing. You gained respect by
obeying. I'm quite pleased at you, especially helping me
undress and preparing me for him."
"W-well you did ask me to help you take off your
panties, a-and I, well, thought helping you get ready for
him w-was the least I could do."
"And you did it very well darling. Including mouthing
him, like he wanted, before guiding his cock to my cunt."
"I-I don't know why dear, but it-it seemed like I should
do what he asked of me."
"Again, you did the right thing. You should always
obey me and black studs in a situation like that. As I
said, they respect you for being obedient. He was most
impressed at how you didn't flinch at holding his balls as
I asked you too, or milking his cock and licking me clean
after he was finished with me. I'm very proud of you."

TWO WEEKS LATER
"Mother, this is working so much better than I'd
dreamed. He's swallowed our little scheme hook, line and
sinker. Not only is he sucking over a dozen cocks a week,
he has shown no real objection to getting fucked up his ass
three and four times a week also. Whatever the Doctor says
goes." Kathy chuckled as she spoke with glee.
"I think he's basically a latent masochist, and we've
just helped it surface. I bet you could make him accept
being whipped too. Want to try it?" Her mother said as
she peered over her coffee cup.
"That'd be too much to ask for, but I'd love to try."
Kathy's eyes were wide as she mentally contemplated lashing
her molly-coddled husband.
The two women spent the next hour working on their new
scheme. They called their friend, the nurse, the fake Dr.
Beatmen and she put the finishing touches on it.

POSTERIOR RECIRCULATORY THERAPY
"See these prescriptions honey, Dr. Beatmen wants me
to get them filled right away so we can get you started on
this new therapy by Friday night. She did talk to you
about the therapy while mother and I were in the waiting
room didn't she?"
"Yes she did. I-I guess we might as well have this
talk now, so you can get mentally prepared for
administering the therapy treatments."
"Whatever do you mean honey?" His wife said trying to
sound utterly surprised.
Melvin stammered through an explanation of all Dr.
Beatmen had told him why he needed this special Posterior
Recirculatory Therapy or PRT treatment.
"So Kathy dear, as a result of the compression of my
buttocks cells by all the Rectal Insertion Therapy I've
been getting from the men, Dr. Beatmen wants me to get some
occasional PRT to counter the skin cell compression."
"So these instruments of flagellation will help your
condition?" His wife asked, trying not to laugh as she
continued to try to sound surprised.
"Uh, yes. The treatment will cause swelling in
various areas of my buttocks and uncompress the skin cells.
As the swellings shrink, the cells will be restored to
normal condition."
"Okay, that makes sense." His wife replied in a
serious tone.
"B-but one thing Dr. Beatmen wanted me to discuss with
you ... and I know it's going to be hard for you, j-just as
it is for me. B-but you'll have to apply the flagellation
instruments pretty hard, s-so that I-I can get the proper
amount of swelling. W-what I'm saying dear, this is going
to be painful for me. However, the Dr. said that any pity
or mercy you show me ... by not applying the proper force
with the instruments ... because you didn't want to cause
me pain .. would be a disservice to my health."
"I see darling. It'll be difficult, but I'll try not
to think about the pain as I give you what you need. I'll
try not to show any pity." His wife spoke with seriousness
as she tried to not only suppress her joy at hearing her
husband submit himself to her, but to control the tingle
she felt in her cunt at the thought of plying into his
tender ass with a crop.
She kissed her well tricked husband as she prepared to
visit a leather shop to pick up the medicinal flagellation
instruments prescribed for his treatment.
Meanwhile her husband went to the kitchen to began
dinner. He heard his wife call out to him as she was
leaving.
"Oh honey! Dr. Beatmen prescribed some more dresses,
underwear and lingerie for you. Mother will be by later to
discuss colors and style. I'd do it, but I just don't have
time. Bye!"
Melvin received the message without any real surprise.
He knew Dr. Beatmen had talked of prescribing additional
attire for his medical treatment wardrobe. She wanted him
to have a greater variety of feminine items that would act
as arousal aids for the black men that bring him his doses
of their spermal medicine, Scumtoza. In a strange way,
Melvin desired more items of feminine finery, so that he
could look more pleasing to the men who came by to see him.
He found himself very much wanting to please them as they
came by with their giant ebony erections to inject him with
their pent up hot jism.
Melvin was sure he would get a few more maid uniforms.
After becoming accustomed to them, he liked the way they
looked on him as well as their comfort and style. He was
almost certain that his wife and mother-in-law were going
to get that lavender one trimmed in pink and white lace.
At first he was resistant to such colors, however now he
was looking forward to wearing such pretty hues, since the
black studs that bring him their hard dicks seem to find
such them arousing and appealing.

MELVIN'S DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT
"Melvin, I can only say that I am pleased at not only
how well your recovery has been, but also what an exemplary
patient you've been in taking your medicine doses and
faithfully adhering to your treatment schedules."
"Thank you Doctor. I-I couldn't have done it without
Kathy and her mom."
"Yes, you indeed are lucky to have family to support
you at such times. Lets review your record to see where we
stand here. Now, it's been eight months since we first
started seeing you as a patient. A few days after that we
got you started on Vaginal Extraction Treatments so you
could start on low dosage Scumtoza ... and, er, at the same
time we restricted you from normal intercourse and
prescribed limited, but supervised masturbation. Then two
weeks later we started you on Fellatio extraction for high
dosage Scumtoza while continuing your low dosage levels
from vaginal extractions. Then next we went to Rectal
Insertion Injections of Scumtoza to be sure that your lower
intestinal track was getting high dosage levels. At the
about the same time, I also prescribed Transvestitism and
Masochism, or T&M as we say sometimes. T & M training
helps lessen the mental stress of your treatments and to
also make things more bearable for the many black men who
provided you and your wife, their fluids, which contained
the Scumtoza. By the way, I have a note here from the T&M
Specialist that it was such a pleasure working with you.
She says, your whole attitude made her job so much easier.
She says here that she thinks that your wife's early
involvement of you in helping her get bathed and dressed
for the scores of vaginal deposits meetings with so many
black men, really aided you in preparing for T&M Training.
Is that so?"
"W-well Dr. Beatmen, I suppose so. Actually it
started by coincidence with the first black man who came by
to give me my first oral high dosage of Scumtoza. After he
spurted two large doses in my mouth, he thought I needed a
rest and had me ask my wife if he could fuck, oh, er, I
mean have intercourse with her. And ..."
"Excuse my interrupting, but I just want to say that
since you've taking the T&M training, it's quite alright
for you to use common or earthy words like fuck or suck. I
know at first we didn't recommend you do so. But the
purpose of the T&M teaching is to prepare you to be
comfortable and accepting of so called humiliating or
degrading terminology and names."
"T-thank you Doctor. As I was saying, he had me ask
her, which I did. She, of course, was in the room watching
me suck his cock and quickly agreed, since she was
concerned about me taking more than two high level Scumtoza
doses at once."
"As you know now Melvin, there was no problem with you
swallowing more of his sperm, but I suspect your jaws were
getting tired."
"Exactly Doctor, so I really didn't mind his asking. She
agreed and then asked me to help her hike her skirt up and
pull her panties off. Of course, if she wasn't up to it, I
would've continued to let him use my mouth to get the rest
of the stiffness out of his giant penis."
"Melvin it's a pleasure to see you're not selfish, but
also concerned about the men's satisfaction in your
medicine delivery system." Dr. Beatmen replied with a
wicked smile on her face.
"Thank you Doctor. I certainly don't mean to
intentionally be selfish. Well anyway, after that incident
of helping her prepare for him, and orally cleaning their
genitals after they had sex, it just sort of became routine
for me to do that for her and the men."
"That's commendable Melvin. You're a good husband."
"Actually Doctor, I-I well, as I've said before I
couldn't thank my wife enough for what she was putting
herself through for me. B-but, after a just a couple of
times of helping her get a bubble bath and dressed for her
sex dates, I began to get a certain pleasure in personally
presenting her to the different strange men, or groups of
horny men, that came to our door to bring me the fresh
Scumtoza in their balls. However, it was her idea of me
greeting the men and introducing her to them. She stressed
that after all, as the husband, I should do this."
"I certainly would have to agree with her Melvin."
"I was nervous at first ... you know offering my
lovely white wife to such rough looking black men, but I
soon got use to it. The T&M training really helped me feel
better about helping her get ready for sex with such virile
black men. It also helped me to see that I should delight
in seeing them use and take pleasure with her."
"Excellent! Excellent! Then the training accomplished
its purpose. Now, how are you dealing with still having to
masturbate?"
"Oh, I guess I've been doing it so long now, it
doesn't bother me as much as before. Y-you have any idea
when I can resume having intercourse with my wife again?"
Melvin said with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"I really would like for you to not do it for a long
while yet. Like I explained before, your sperm contains a
chemical, because of your condition, that will contaminate
your wife's vaginal fluids and make Scumtoza from her less
effective."
"C-couldn't I use a condom?"
"What if it ruptured? No Melvin, the risk is too
great. I want to keep your wife's vagina in the condition
it's in so that it can continue to serve as an excellent
vessel for low level doses of Scumtoza for you. I hope
you understand."
"I-I do Dr. Beatmen. I will abide by your directions.
I-I just wish I could put it in sometimes. However, I
suspect Kathy is so use to those big black dicks, she won't
even want mine in her again."
"Well don't dwell on that, that's not important now.
What is important is that we continue all the treatments to
get you back to normal. Now lets see, I see here you're
adapting well to Transvestitism and the wearing of feminine
attire. Do you feel it has helped reduced the stress of
trying exhibit a manly appearance around those muscular
black studs, when they visit your wife, or when you're
around them?"
"I-I guess so Doctor. When your specialist first
proposed this I-I thought she was ... w-well nuts. But you
know after wearing dresses and making up in drag, I did
feel less stressful and more in a positive mood around all
those husky brawny black men. A-Anyway, I-I sort of h-have
gotten use to the attention and compliments they pay me
about my lacy attire."
"Wonderful Melvin. I know these fellows called you
some names you probably didn't like. Did the T&M training
help you cope with it?"
"It did. At first I still was put-down a bit, b-but
... I-I don't know why, but after a while, I found myself
sort of liking the sound of their heavy voices as they
called me such names as "Sissy" and "Fag". However, as I
got to know them much better from their repeated visits, I
began to understand things from their perspective and saw
that they weren't being derogatory as much as they were
calling things as they saw it. Anyway, I've adapted better
now. It doesn't bother me in the least. I wouldn't know
what to think now if I don't get called a "faggot" or
"sissy piece of ass" at least a half a dozen times a day."
"Excellent attitude adjustment Melvin."
"Uh Dr. Beatmen, I-I do want to ask you something
about these treatments."
"Sure, go right ahead."
"D-do you think they c-could become addictive?"
Melvin stammered nervously.
"I'm glad you brought that up. It's more of a mental
fixation rather than a physical addiction. In other cases,
patients like you discover they like the power of being
able to provide pleasure to these virile black men, even
though the patient understands his subservient role and
lusty sexual use at their hands is looked upon as
humiliation by these black men. Do you feel that way?"
"Y-yes I do Doctor. C-can I-I confide in you Dr.
Beatmen? Y-you won't tell my wife?"
"Of course you can confide in me. This is just between
you and me Melvin."
"Well Doctor, I-I've found I get pleasure from
pleasing these big black men by doing little things l-like
unzipping their pants and taking out their big hard cocks.
I-I revel in fondling and licking their penises as well as
handling and kissing or licking their hairy balls, either
before sucking them off or guiding them into my wife's
cunt. Uh, d-do you t-think I-I'm gay because I ..."
"Of course not! Perish the thought. You're a people
pleaser. That's a positive trait and you should not be
ashamed of that. We're all bisexual to some degree. In
your case, all this special treatment has brought out
elements of your bisexuality that I see as healthy and
mentally satisfying to you and your marriage. I include
your marriage, because as you so aptly indicated, your wife
could never be satisfied again with just your smaller
member. She too is accustomed to all those big dicks she's
been getting too. No Melvin, you are definitely not gay,
otherwise you
wouldn't delight in orally cleaning up your wife and
sucking out her cum filled pussy the way you do."
Melvin breathed a sigh of relief at Dr. Beatmen's
assessment and eagerly agreed that he did delight in
kissing, lapping and tongue bathing his wife after she'd
been sexually used. Dr. Beatmen also affirmed to Melvin
that there would be no harm if he continued these
treatments, for his mental satisfaction, after she released
him as a patient.
"Now lets move on Melvin. Before we digressed, we
were discussing the positive benefits of you wearing more
feminine attire. Based on all that you've told me, I
believe that I did the right thing in prescribing more such
apparel, especially ornate lacy dresses, sheer lacy blouses
and intimate bedroom lingerie that is sexually arousing to
the men who come to see you and your wife."
Melvin acknowledged his wife and her mother were busy
filling that prescription.
"Very good, and I agree with your mother-in-law you
should look nice in lavender and pink. Ok, we have that
out of the way, now lets talk about the last two
treatments, that is, your Rectal Injections and your
Posterior Recirculatory Treatment. Do you still feel
relaxed and have a sense of well being after a vigorous
session of the black men massaging your rectal area with
their stiff penises and their injecting their pent up sex
fluids deep in you?"
Melvin nodded affirmatively.
"Lets see, I prescribed at least three to six doses of
high level direct injections in this manner per week, on a
regular basis. However, I have a note in your file here of
your wife calling in to see if it was okay for you to take
more than that on special occasions. This entry is dated
last month. My note indicates she needed your help at a
special party where there was 40 horny black studs and she
wanted to have you help out in getting them all off. I see
where I told her that you should try to avoid taking more
than 24 injections in a 24 hour period per week. An
excellent way to avoid getting too many injection but still
not disappoint your volunteers, is to have them hump, I
mean, massage your rear to the point of ejaculation, and
then have them spurt their warm creamy fluids in your
mouth."
Melvin thanked Dr. Beatmen for her tip revealed that
his wife had already had him try it out. He also described
the event his wife had called about.
"It's so delightful you and she can spend such quality
time together and yet benefit so many at the same time. So
between the two of you the group gave y'all over a hundred
loads?"
"Yes they did. Kathy did mentioned what you told her
about the maximum number of injections I should get. To my
surprise, I was amazed at how eager the black men were to
help me out. I didn't have any trouble of them not wanting
to ejaculate down my throat after massaging my rectum with
their big erections. However, I still think I came close
to 20 men who did cream in my rear. I was really awash in
jism when they were through with me. Things were so busy,
I really don't know how many doses of cum I swallowed
Doctor."
"I presume you probably had penises in your mouth and
rear simultaneously most of the evening?"
"And in my hands too. There were cocks spurting all
over the place. I'm sure everyone went home satisfied and
with soft dicks too. I ate so much cum, I was too full to
do anything else than kiss my wife's slimy mucky cummed up
lips and get a good swig of the thick melded gluey milky
gooey slime streaming from her pussy. it was so tasty, but
I was just too full to get it all."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. You did well
Melvin. You supported your wife just as a good husband
should. I know she respects you for it and doesn't think
bad at what happened."
"You're right, she seemed so proud of me. That made
me feel rather good."
"I definitely see that you need to keep up the Rectal
Injections. And since you'll be getting quite a bit of
that, then you'll need to keep up with your Posterior
Recirculatory Treatment. I have to say I'm pleased with
the condition of your buttocks. I can see from the bruised
areas your wife has been doing an excellent job of
providing PRT. Tell me what regime is she using with the
instruments."
"She, er, first starts with the thick leather paddle
and then the tawse for the wide area treatment. Then she
switches to the crop to finish off the session."
"She's doing a fine job of whip-, I mean flagellation.
But I want her to use two different finer instruments. One
is called the whippy cane. It's for delicate forceful
treatment in single focused areas on your ass, er,
buttocks. When the cane leaves a sensational burning
feeling, you'll know it's working quite well. The other
instrument is a nine tail whip with nine 18" knotted
thongs. It's commonly referred to as a cat-O'nine. It's
excellent for rapidly spreading a concentrated intensity of
pain over your whole rear. It'll give you more welts and
therefore more swelling just where it's needed. And a plus
side is that it won't tire your dear wife out as fast, when
she needs to give you a good treatment quickly. Say for
instance, when she's getting ready to go out on the town
with a black stud and doesn't have the time to spend a lot
of time going through the paddles and then working up to
the electric cords and canes. This way she can give you
the treatment you need quickly and still be fresh and ready
for her date before sending you to do dinner dishes or to
bed."
"B-but D-Doctor, it-it hurts so much now. C-can't you
give me some pain killer for ..."
"Absolutely not! We won't know if the treatment is
working properly if we don't use your feeling as a guide.
No! No, Melvin, it is necessary for you to feel each
sensation clearly. When you experience this, you know the
treatment is most effective."
"Y-you know best Dr. Beatmen, b-but maybe I-I could
cut back on the Rectal Inject ..."
"No way! Melvin, there is no other way. You must
accept what I tell you. There'll be no further discussion
of this. It's necessary you receive a through whipping
every two weeks, just as I've prescribed. There's to be no
variation. In addition, I'm writing another prescription
for touch up treatments in between this time... say a few
touch up lashes every other night, with your wife using the
instrument of her choice. Doesn't that sound reasonable?"
"I-I guess so. I-I sure wish there was another w-
way."
Melvin muttered with a pleading sorrowful look in his eyes.
"It's a no pain no gain situation Melvin dear."
Dr. Beatmen spoke in a professional yet sarcastic tone.
Melvin, spineless as he normally is, meekly accepted
his fate and resigned himself to what the good doctor had
prescribed without even thinking of further protest.

MELVIN'S AUNT MATILDA
"Melvin we must all pull together in your time of need
and put bygones behind us. Yes, I was against you leaving
my home to get married, but now I see you did a wise thing
in marrying Kathy. At first, I didn't think she was going
to be a strong enough wife for you ... you know to keep you
in line. But from the way she's stuck by you through out
this ordeal, I definitely see I was wrong."
"T-thank you Aunt Matilda." Melvin replied nervously
as he stood before his mother's sister, who was his
guardian during most of his teenage years, after his
mother's untimely demise. His aunt was a strict
disciplinarian and Melvin was still as nervous around her
now as when he was thirteen.
"Aunt Matilda, thanks so much for coming over to be
with Melvin while I'm away for the weekend. With mother
also going out of town, you're a lifesaver." Melvin's wife
spoke cheerfully as she walked into the room all dressed
for her weekend get away with a new handsome black stud
lover.
"My pleasure dear. I'm more than glad to help out. I
was just telling Melvin that we all must pull together now
and forget any and all past differences. I just wish y'all
would've let me know sooner, I would've been more than
willing to assist you and your mother in giving my nephew
his treatments." Aunt Matilda replied as she winked
secretively at Kathy and rubbing her hands slightly,
showing an eagerness to get started in giving her
mollycoddled nephew his treatments.
"Well Melvin and I are so glad that you've forgiven us
and are so willing to help out." Melvin's wife replied as
she also secretively winked at Aunt Matilda. Poor Melvin
could not observe the actions of the two women as his back
was to both of them as this secret exchange was going
on.
"Now Aunt Matilda, I've written everything down on
this note pad that we discussed earlier. These are the
times for the fellows to come by with his medicine.
They're not always on time and they sometimes bring a buddy
or two to help out, but Melvin is accustomed to
accommodating extra men. Now tonight he's to get a touch
up of his PRT, and the Doctor said okay on your wanting to
use the dog whip you use to use on him as a teenager. Now
tonight, he's just to get enough strokes to reddened his
bottom and no PRT tomorrow night. However, Saturday night
is the night for the full two week treatment. His bottom
needs a complete and thorough treatment. It should be
severely whipped using the full range of instruments in the
basement whipping room, until his rear is tender and raw,
like hamburger. If there is a slight sign of bleeding,
that's okay, that's a sure sign that the treatment is
effective, and all that is required is an application of
warm salt water to his tender rear. Sure he'll wince with
some discomfort, but he'll be fine."
Melvin, who was standing by winced at the thought of
the pain he would again have to endure on Saturday night.
Meanwhile his aunt was trying to suppress the excitement
running through her at having the opportunity to give her
grown nephew PRT.
Moments later Melvin's wife left for her long weekend
escapade with her handsome black date.
"They make a handsome couple don't they Melvin?"
"Uh, y-yes ma'am." He replied as they watched the two
drive away after waving good-bye to them.
"Have you sucked his cock or been fucked by him too?"
His aunt asked in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Uh, y-yes ma'am ... both ways." Melvin nervously
replied. While accustomed to having such candid
discussions with his wife and mother-in-law, he was not
comfortable doing the same with his aunt. However, as the
evening went on, his comfort level increased as his aunt
praised him for his courage and fortitude in what he was
going through.
Melvin was not accustomed to getting glowing praise
from his aunt and was exceedingly pleased by her doing so.
She soon had him talking easily about all his activities.
Aunt Matilda was overjoyed at one instance as she listened
to her duped feminized nephew boast about how good a cock
sucker he was, and how he could swallow the biggest load of
semen from big black cocks without choking. It was like a
little boy bragging to his mother.
Another time she couldn't help but giggle as she
hugged him when he told her of his reward for dressing in
lacy sleepwear and not spilling one drop of precious
medicine brought to him late one night by a group of nine
strange black men.
"I was home alone when Kathy called, waking me up.
She was at some black tavern with a group of black studs.
It was her idea for the group to come see me. They were a
group of farm workers with hard dicks but little money.
"Accustomed to getting the drug I needed at all hours
and in varying doses, I got up and prepared myself for the
group to arrive. I made them some hot snacks and had
plenty cold beer on hand.
"I greeted the men at the door dressed only in a short
lacy trimmed lavender sleep shirt. I wore a well fitting
wig and plenty of makeup, but didn't hide my small prick
which was slightly visible and in a chastity restraint
lock. The men's rough hands were all over me as they groped
and felt up my tender perfumed body. As has happened
before, I quickly admitted that I was in drag once they
asked if I was a faggot. That way, it lets them know you
don't mean to fool them and puts them at ease."
"You don't mind being called a faggot dear?" His aunt
asked smiling.
"Oh I've gotten used to it Auntie. I understand
better from my T&M training why it's natural, and even
desirable, for these black men to call me that. They even
call me Melody sometime too. That's the feminine name my
wife gave me. You might hear her and her mom call me that
too."
"Melody is pretty. I like it."
"Thank you. It does have a nice sound to it. However,
as I was saying, my wearing feminine attire and makeup
makes me more appealing to them and sexually arouses them
better, which makes their dicks harder for me, which
results in them giving me a good heavy loads of their
precious cum. Well, them calling and seeing me as a faggot
has a similar beneficial effect on their cocks too.
Faggots are considered by them to be effeminate, weakly,
tender and soft. As you see that fits me rather well, but
I know I'm not gay. However, I really don't mind them
seeing me as a fag now that I know all of what I've told
you. In fact, I've grown to adore the way the men sound
when they say it".
Melvin continued to tell his aunt more about his T&M
training. She marveled at how well his wife and her phony
doctor had mislead and fooled her gullible nephew as he
rambled on in his explanation of why he wasn't
uncomfortable in portraying and functioning in an
effeminate and submissive role for a group of sex starved
black men.
"Oh I get manhandled occasionally, but I've really
learned to understand the delight and joy I get from seeing
and feeling first hand, what pleasure the men get from
working their throbbing hard-ons off in me, and in the
process, giving me a part of themselves. Seeing them walk
away with soft well satisfied pricks seems to make it all
worth while Auntie."
His aunt's face lit up as she also learned that Melvin
was quite experienced since he'd been a "male cunt" for
more than a dozen different groups of lusty black men.
When his aunt got him back on track with what they
were originally discussing, she couldn't suppress a giggle
when she found out what his reward was for "not missing a
drop" of the black group's jism."
His reward, being permitted to jack off in front of
his wife and one of her many black studs. Because of
pleasing the group of horny black men so well, his wife
unlocked him a full week early from his penis restraint,
for which he was locked up for some minor punishment. She
permitted him to beat his meat for she and her black
stud's amusement, before she went to bed with the black man
and happily and eagerly gave him her cunt which she so
routinely and vigorously denied her effeminized husband,
except to suck out.
Melvin's aunt was so struck at the expressed sincerity
of the pride he showed at achieving his "reward".
"I wish I could have intercourse with Kathy sometime,
but my doctor thinks its best for me to continue to jerk
off. She doesn't know when I'll be able to have regular sex
with her again. I-I've asked her if she could convince
Kathy and her mom for it being okay for me to have sex
with, well a-another woman, you know maybe a hooker or
something, since she, Dr. Beatmen, is so concerned about me
contaminating my wife's cunt with a trace chemical in my
cum."
"Did she?"
"No. However, I very was surprised at her chastising
me for even thinking of being unfaithful and selfish while
my wife was "giving her all" to help me out in my time of
need. She made me feel so guilty, I-I never brought it up
again."
"I have to agree with her dear. You should not even
think of such a thing. Pulling your peter is the right
thing to do, especially since the good doctor has
prescribed that." Matilda felt a thrill run through her
from saying what she did to add to her nephew's deception
and continued subjugation.
"I-I suppose you're right Auntie."
"Now, look me in the eyes and promise you'll do
exactly what the doctor wants you to do and never again
think of putting your little thing in another woman other
than your wife. Remember darling a woman wants a man, not a
wimp."
"I-I promise Auntie Matilda." Melvin said softly as
his aunt held his soft and pretty, well made-up face in her
hands.
"That's good dear. Now I don't want to catch you
breaking your promise. If you do. I'll have to severely
punish you myself. Understand?"
Melvin quickly acknowledged her.
"Now Melvin dear, while we're waiting on your guests
to bring you your medicine, all this sexy talk of yours has
got me heated up." Matilda said as she raised her dress
and pulled her panties down.
Melvin knew what this meant. His wife and mother-in-
law had trained him well in giving head. It was the only
sex with other women his wife permitted.
Matilda loved having her nephew's face on her wet
hairy heated cunt. As he tongued her so delightfully, she
could only think of praise for the way her nephew had been
brain washed, manipulated, tricked and subjugated.
She was also surprised at how easily he obeyed when
she beckoned for him to put his mouth on her hot hairy
muff. As she enjoyed his oral talents she thought again of
the whipping she was to give him later that night, after
he'd been sexed by the black studs coming over. The
thought of that made her feel even more exhilarated as she
closed her legs around his head and vigorously gyrated her
hairy wet muff in his captive face.
She had always dreamt of whipping her wimp nephew
after he was grown. Many an hour was spent masturbating
with a vision of her nephew bent over a sofa, the whip
whistling down on his soft ass cheeks.

EPILOGUE
As time passed Kathy suggested that there was money
to be made in prostituting Melvin. Her mother, Dr. Beatmen
and Matilda readily agreed and that plan was also put in
motion.

Some Time Later:
"Tell me doctor, what drugs do you have to turn Kathy
into a full time whore." Inquired Matilda as she gently ran
a soft hand over Dr. Beatmen's silk covered breast. Karen
smiled.

###THE END###

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

A houseboy goes to a Glory Hole

M'Lady, per your orders, here is my report from my most recent educational excursion:

On Friday evening, M'Lady ordered me out on an especially challenging assignment. I was to go to a local bookstore and service dominant and well hung gay men (blacks preferred). As if my anxiety wasn't severe enough, she also expressly required that I look as available and compliant as possible.

To this end, she dictated that I wear ONLY a long jacket that barely covered the lacey white panties that would tightly hug my firm ass cheeks and tiny little penis-package and absolutely no other garment covering my lower half. Besides this, tennis shoes were my only other articles of clothing.

Just when I thought the humiliation requirements were sufficient, however, I was told to complete my preparations by both wearing a humiliating sign around my neck that read "Sissy for your use...make me your bitch" and to take my digital camera to record the event. Fortunately, Ms. Alexa was generous enough to allow me to leave the sign under my jacket until after I'd entered the store.

Thrilled to please M'Lady, I stole out of my apartment as inconspiculously as possible and into my car. I felt like SUCH a little pansy. My was beating madly as I drove to the store. The whole way there, I couldn't help squirming in the seat in my tight little panties.

Upon arriving, I had the very difficult task of forcing myself to walk into the very well lit lobby of the store. Numerous men were in the lobby looking at magazines and other adult paraphernalia. Many of them stopped what the were doing and looked up at me. Several grins and snickers ensued as they noticed how provactatively I was dressed.

I felt quite naked, especially since I'd never been so scantilly dressed in public. I saw a few of them lean towards eachother while looking at me with grins and exchanging some kind of comments - probably about what a slut I must be. The clerk took my $6 and gave me a pass to the video booth room and told me to be back out by 11:30. I quickly took my pass and made for the room with the video booths as there was a welcome dramatic reduction in the ambient light. There were two hallways loaded with booths. Many of the booths had glory holes between them. That had been my downfall: I'd told Ms. Alexa that I had been here before and observed the layout - which gave her ammunition for this evening's assignment.

Men of all ages, sizes and races lined the walls. Most had eyes that followed me as I passed them and walked to the end of the hall to the right. There, I found a dark little spot in the corner where I stood, as I contemplated my next move. One bald man with bulging muscles walked by me and whispered under his breath, "Damn you're hot!" Another walked behind me and stayed there.

Trying to be a good little slut, I pretended to need to adjust my panties as if they'd ridden up in my bottom (which was in fact the case) and in so doing, lifted the tail of my jacket to allow the on-looker a good view of my sissy-fanny. I think he took it as a queue, becaus he worked his way up behind me and soon thereafter, I felt a few fingers exploring my bottom's cheeks through the silk of the panties. My rate of breathing increased dramatically and I found myself bobbing and thrusting my hiney around the stranger's hands.

Unfortunately, as soon as there was another passer-by, my fondler stopped his ruminations and promptly disappeared *sigh*. I realized that M'Lady knew my only too well, I was loathe to admit that I was utterly thrilled with being felt up like some cheap whore by an anonymous man in a semi-public setting. It was time to try for something more dramatic. I moved into one of the booths with a glory hole. Peering through, I saw that there were three men engaged in all sorts of manual and oral pleasures in the booth next to me.

Feeling a bit nervous and unsure of what I should do, I decided to ask M'Lady Alexa for instructions and guidance so I dialed her on my cell phone. After giving her a quick update of what I was seeing I informed her that one of the men in the next booth must have heard me because all of a sudden a VERY long penis grew from the glory hole.

M'Lady ordered me to suck it and to hold the phone so that she could hear it. I did as ordered for several seconds until the man on the other side pulled it back through. Ms. Alexa then ordered me to hand the phone through the glory hole to the men on the other side. I did as ordered.

Nearing a state between panic and exhilaration a pair of lips appeared near the glory hole ordering me to come next door. I quickly complied, as they had my phone. What else was a little sissy to do? Upon entering, I noticed that one of the three men had left. It was very cramped - barely enough room for the 3 of us to stand.

I noticed that the man talking to Ms. Alexa was the proud owner of the very large cock which I could only envy. His partner was stroking an average size cock which was still larger than mine. He looked at me as he continued to talk to her. He grinned and agreed with whatever she was telling him. Then without any warning, he pulled open the top of my jacket exposing the humiliating sign. He read it and said something to the effect of, "...yes, he seems to have followed your orders...oh, really? Well, let me have a look..."

Then like a piece of meat, I was turned by the shoulders and pushed against the video monitor which showed some very lovely young ladies getting properly fucked by very large cocks. Almost as quickly a hand had pulled up my jacket and another was feeling the tight silkiness of my panties. "Yes, he wore his pretty panties too. Oh, yes, I'm sure he'll do a good job. You have a nice evening too," the large-dicked stranger said as I heard my phone being clicked off. I was spun around again to face him and was handed my phone. I gingerly replaced it in my pocket and before I knew it, his hand was on top of my head pushing me down to me knees.

The real-man's large phallus was pushed at my lips as his hands took my head from behind, assertively showing me what was expected. It was too big. I was trying my hardest to please him, but I was constantly fighting the gag reflex. Over it all he told me to give his partner the camera! She'd told him about that too! I had hoped I could get away with saying I simply forgot to take the pictures. Why was I so stupid to actually bring the thing along? I played dumb and just tried to suck better. Unfortunately, my pathetic attempt at deception was unsuccessful.

The large-dicked stranger's friend bent over and began rummaging through my jacket pockets until he fished out the camera. Before I knew it, flashes were going off as I sucked on this stranger's cock. What a faggot I must look like. I was then told to switch dicks and I sucked on the stranger's cock for a while.

Alas, before either could cum, they told me that they had to depart because their time was up. My camera was returned to me and the men left. However, before I could leave myself, an enormous black man entered the booth. Still on my knees, he held my shoulder with one hand and took my neck-sign in his other hand. He read it and snickered with a wide grin. Quickly his cock came out. A black monster snake. The kind that all white men fear because they know if their wives ever tried one, they'd be resigned to providing their wives pleasure through oral means exclusively.

My lips and cheeks were slapped a few times with the wonderful superior black cock. Then it was forced between my lips. I relented and did my best to pleasure him with my mouth and tongue. The gag reflex was even stronger this time because when this stud got into a rythm, the back of my throat was tested with his cock-head.

Feeling so proud of exceeding at Ms. Alexa's orders, I meekly pulled the camera out of my pocket and handed it to my black master. He gladly took it and snapped a few pictures of his latest conquest, a white sissy-bitch. Truly, I was no man. Definitely not a man that any woman would ever want. Was this my lot in life? As his breaths came quicker and quicker I knew he was getting close. For whatever reason, he started jacking himself, though he never quit pointing his monster at my face.

Trying to show how obedient I could be, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. My Master took advantage of my offer and as his cock came out of his fist on each stroke, the head and sensitive under-shaft crossed over my tongue and into my mouth. This seemed to excite my stud even more and quite soon he came. He came, not in my mouth, but all over my face, snapping off several pictures of my degradation as his thick cum streaked and dripped from my cheeks, nose, tongue lips and chin. He grinned at me, thanked me and returned my camera.

I thanked him profusely as I looked up and smiled like a puppy dog with my cum-drenched face. He grinned and watched as I pulled a tissue from my pocket and attempted to clean myself. Much to my surprise, he sweetly helped me ensure that all the cum was removed from visibility, then hugged me and left. I returned home that evening with the most incriminating photographs ever taken of me. I had only myself to blame. I was as much a slave to my desires as I was to my Mistress; and Mistress Alexa knew this all to well.

p.s. - attached please find a picture of me in the required outfit and one of me being a little more frilly prior to leaving the apartment, but please don't share it with your site, at least not yet :)

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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Author: Tatty Oldbitt

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What Dreams May Come...
Chapter 3
For the next week or so, Ellie was pretty happy. She spent most of her free time in dreams, enjoying the omnipotence she wielded there. In her waking hours, she enjoyed the way her body was changing in response to her dream commands - her breasts were much fuller than they had been, and the rest of her body was also getting much sexier.

It was on a Wednesday nearly two weeks after she'd found the Dreamstone that her happiness with her improved body was lost.

She was filling in as a waitress for her mother again, rather enjoying the looks she was getting these days from the customers. But one table was a group of four people from Ellie's college - they were in the year above her.

She didn't like them. Two were male, and the other two were amongst the most popular girls in school. One, Donna, because she was thin, blonde, and came from a wealthy family. The other, Jane, because she was quite attractive, had the biggest breasts in school, and delighted in showing them off in skimpy clothes.

As a nobody, Ellie was normally beneath their notice. This time, though, they'd been staring at her and sniggering most of the evening. When they left, Donna said loudly, "We've left a big tip, so you can pay for your breast surgery." Jane laughed like crazy.

Ellie fled the restaurant in embarassment, and locked herself in her bedroom.

How had they noticed, she wondered. They usually didn't give her a second glance.

Then she realised - Jane's current boyfriend had made a few passes at her in the past. She'd turned him down, of course. But he obviously fancied her enough to notice the sudden change.

She went to the Dreamworld. She'd feel better, she hoped, after a nice dream. She created a horde of beautiful women to fuck, then laid back on the bed to enjoy it.

It didn't work. All she could think of was the sneering faces and her humiliation.

Finally, she couldn't bear it any more. With a wave of her hand, she erased her lovers from existence. Then she summoned up a door to a control room. She was going to have revenge!

First she would work on Jane. She already knew what she was going to do to her: Jane was admired because she had massive tits and, according to rumour, would let most men do what they liked with them.

Ellie smiled grimly. Let's see how popular you are, she thought, with even bigger tits.

She set Jane's breasts to grow bigger. Ludicrously big. If they ever reached full size, Jane would be utterly unable to move: Her breasts would weight more than the rest of her body.

Then Ellie went to Donna. She wasn't quite so sure what to do to Donna. She always acted like she was so superior to everybody else, walking around with a perpetual sneer. The sneer she'd had when she'd humiliated Ellie.

Turn her into a nympho? Ellie wondered. Or some disgusting fetish? No. If I just turn up her drive for some perversion, she'll enjoy doing it. That's no good.

Then she realised what to do. She turned every single one of Donna's sexual drives down to zero. She would have absolutely no interest in having sex, making out with boys, nothing. She wouldn't ...

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Step 3: Modifying behavior.

Now that he is wearing dresses for good, make sure he doesn't act manly. Any aggressive or violent behavior must be immediately stopped with threats of calling the authorities. After all, you are not going to help someone who is going to hurt others again. Even small infractions like complaints must be stopped at this point. Enforce upon him submissive behaviors. Explain to him that this is his last chance to change his ways. It's either this or prison.

Tip: Tight fitting dresses, corsets, and high heels do wonders in limiting his mobility and therefore his ability to fight. Long fingernails also help by preventing him from making a fist. At this stage, his masculine pride will prevent him from fighting like a girl by using his finger nails to scratch. In addition, our subliminal tapes are very useful in curtailing unwanted behaviors. Play the tapes each night as your pansy sleeps.
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Step 4: Eliminating the tough guy.

Make him weak. You must break him physically before you can break him completely mentally. Don't allow him to do anything that will help him keep his muscles. In terms of exercise he should only be allowed to do aerobic and flexibility exercises.

Tip: Until he has lost all his muscles, do not let him lift anything above 10 kilograms. Our feminizing herbs and medications do wonder in weakening him. His muscles will just melt away. He will be completely under your control once he is not match for your strength. The feminizing herbs and medications have the extra bonus of helping him get that girlish figure you want for him.
>> Anonymous 04/10/08(Thu)13:36:58 No.62174414
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Step 5: Lessons

You can't do everything for him anymore. Your sissy must learn to take care of himself. He must learn how to take care of his hair? How to dress sexily? How to wear makeup?

Tip: Be patient. It's going to take your pansy a long time to learn how to take care of himself properly. What's important is that he tries his best and that he is improving.
>> Anonymous 04/10/08(Thu)13:37:45 No.62174465
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Step 6: Punishment

Of course, if he refuses to try his best, you should not spoil him by sparing the rod. Punish the little wimp for any rebellious behavior.

Tip: Make sure he understands why he's being punished. He should apologize for his misbehavior and repeat to you over and over again that he won't do it again.
>> Anonymous 04/10/08(Thu)13:38:39 No.62174528
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Step 7: Going out.

Congratulations. He's finally ready. No one will ever mistake him for a tough guy or even a normal male. He talks, moves and acts like a girl. There is no need to hide him anymore. Show him to the World.

Tip: Take him somewhere where he will get lots of male attention. Nothing makes a pansy know his role better than knowing that men are attracted to him.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Pay for

Hi my sweet little sissy. My name is Grace and I am a Princess, the real deal. Everything you have always dreamed of being, feminine and graceful, sweet and knowing. I have ALWAYS loved playing dress up, either myself or with dolls, but now I have a real live sissy doll to play with. Would you like me to teach you all I know about being a Princess? Sharing all my secrets with you, how to dress, put on make up, and get boys to chase your cute little sissy slut ass around? I am just the right big sister for you then!

I am so excited about the idea of helping you learn to be the truly special little sissy girl you have always dreamed of being. The "princess" inside of yourself, screaming to be let loose. You don't need to hide your secrets from me, I am the one you can tell everything to. I want to know if you have only gotten to the point of rubbing those sexy silky panties that you stole all over your body, or have you already dared to put them on? Did you like how it looked? Tell me what it looked like to see your sissy clit, hard as granite, slipping out of the top of your cute little panties? Even better, will you take pictures of all your dress up time and show me?. I will send you on missions of what kind of clothes you need to find, to make you the sexiest sissy girl ever. We are going to have so much fun together, my cute little sissy sister!

One of my favorite things to do is shopping with my sissy sister. I love to shop for clothes, shoes, purses and make-up on-line!!! Would you like to go looking for just the right colors for your skin tone, help finding the right size bra and panty set? How about the right color wig. I just LOVE wigs. See how exciting the idea of shopping is to me.....lets get going my little sissy sis. I also love role playing, and think we could have so much fun doing it together. Would you like to be "Mommy's special sissy girl" and have Mommy dress you up for your first social, dressed in Mommy's favorite pink, frilly dress. Make sure you remember the lace bottomed panties and Mary Jane shoes. Let's do your hair in cute little ringlets! Oh we also need to have a fun little tea party, I just would love to see you play with all your dolls, sitting in the little chair dressed in pink with ribbons in your curly hair. Would you like to be Mommy's sweet little baby girl, dressed in a diaper and bib, being rocked and cuddled close to Mommy's breast as you suck on your cute little binkie?. From Sister to Mommy, or a close friend who finds out your secret and "pushes" you into sissyland, dresses you, makes you go out shopping in public in full sissy gear! Then turns you into a sissy slut, giving you to her boyfriend to play with, a little sissy slut play toy in training. Let's make you learn how to suck a real cock, take one deep in your sissy pussy. All of it will all be so much fun. All kinds of fantasies we can share together, role plays to explore.

So call me with your sweet little "sissy" voice and tell me are you a full time sissy girl, or a "secret" sissy slut, either way we can find so many ways to enjoy our time together and get your sissy training started. You can email me with any questions at MzGivingGrace@aol.com You can also try and catch me on Instant Message prior to calling on AIM or Yahoo Messenger at MzGivingGrace. I really look forward to hearing from you. Call a Princess and learn to become one yourself...

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tomato

An elderly Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden but it was very hard work and he was old and tired. His only son, Vincenzo, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

"Dear Vincenzo,
Ima feela pretty bad 'causa looks like I wona be able to planta my tomato garden dis year. Ima getting old. Ifa you were here, my troubles she woulda be over. I know you woulda dig da garden fo me.
Love, U Papa"

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

"Dear Papa,
I'd do anything for you Papa, except dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love, Vinnie"

At 4:00 AM the next morning, FBI and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. The same day the old man received another letter from his son.

"Dear Papa,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Vinnie"

Thursday, January 24, 2008

"Pet" girl kicked off bus for wearing leash

Wed Jan 23, 2008 1:24pm EST
LONDON (Reuters) - A British bus company has apologized to a girl who is led around on a leash by her boyfriend and describes herself as a human pet after one of its drivers threw her off a bus.

Tasha Maltby, 19, told British newspapers she was the "pet" of her 25-year-old fiance Dani Graves.

Pictures showed her dressed in black Gothic-style clothing with silver buckles on a silver chain -- which the driver of a bus from the firm Arriva took exception to.

She told the Daily Mail newspaper Wednesday she was thrown off and told: "We don't let freaks and dogs like you on."

Arriva would not comment on specifics but said it apologized if the couple felt they had been discriminated against. It added, however, that the driver was worried about safety and the company told Maltby to take the leash off in the future.

"We have spoken to the driver who has talked about health and safety," a spokesman said. "Should she be attached to a chain and something happens on the bus, that could be dangerous. All we are saying is that she is very welcome to use the buses but not when she is on her lead."

Maltby -- who lives on state benefits and got engaged in November -- said her choice of lifestyle might seem unusual but was harmless.

"I am a pet," she told the Daily Mail. "I generally act animal-like and I lead a really easy life. I don't cook or clean and I don't go anywhere without Dani. It might seem strange but it makes us both happy. It's my culture and my choice. It isn't hurting anyone."

(Editing by Michael Winfrey)

© Reuters 2008 All rights reserved

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Gigolos speak out in conservative India

Beeb

Male sex workers or gigolos comprise a shadowy group of people in India. The BBC's Soutik Biswas meets a group of gigolos in the eastern city of Calcutta.

What is common between a draughtsman, an accounting clerk, a shop assistant and a school dropout?

Nothing much apart from the fact that the four men come from middle-class families in India and - barring the drop out - quit humdrum jobs to start selling sex to women in the crowded eastern city of Calcutta.

Dibakar, Samrat, Pallab and Goutam have also come together to bond in a group called Anandam that includes gays, lesbians, transgender groups and bisexuals to push HIV prevention programmes.

They are also stepping out of their shadowy world to talk about their lives and problems in a society where very little is known about them, talking about sex remains a taboo, and homosexuality and soliciting sex is outlawed.

High risk

Most female sex workers in India walk the streets or work out of thriving, grubby red light districts. Male sex workers usually cruise downtown streets in main cities, work in shady massage parlours and trawl internet chatrooms for clients.

There are several thousand of them in the big cities and their numbers are growing as the mobile phone and the internet have made business easier for them. . . .

Saturday, December 22, 2007

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Monday, December 17, 2007

Older white women join Kenya's sex tourists

Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:28am EST

By Jeremy Clarke

MOMBASA, Kenya (Reuters) - Bethan, 56, lives in southern England on the same street as best friend Allie, 64.

They are on their first holiday to Kenya, a country they say is "just full of big young boys who like us older girls."

Hard figures are difficult to come by, but local people on the coast estimate that as many as one in five single women visiting from rich countries are in search of sex.

Allie and Bethan -- who both declined to give their full names -- said they planned to spend a whole month touring Kenya's palm-fringed beaches. They would do well to avoid the country's tourism officials.

"It's not evil," said Jake Grieves-Cook, chairman of the Kenya Tourist Board, when asked about the practice of older rich women traveling for sex with young Kenyan men.

"But it's certainly something we frown upon."

Also, the health risks are stark in a count. . .

Saturday, December 15, 2007

MARTHA STEWART'S DUNGEON

Hello. I'm Martha Stewart. As you must know, the BDSM world is not just for leather aficionados. And as you also know, the holidays are just around the corner. It's the perfect time to show your devotion to your Masters and Mistresses or to reward your cherished subs and slaves. On today's show I will show you some of my favorite handmade tools and toys. Let's step into my dungeon. There's no reason for a dungeon to be dark and dank. As you can see, my dungeon is nice and cozy, decorated with simple country charm. The spanking bench's hand-made quilted cover easily comes off and can be machine washed. These quilted shackles are completely washable as well - I used a pair of old socks and some quilting material to make them. And they are so comfortable. .. as my slave Josh could tell you if he wasn't wearing a matching sensory deprivation hood lined with soft lambs' wool imported from Tibet.

I made the St Andrew's cross from two planks from an old barn I had torn down to make room for my new Everything Martha store. The shingles from that same barn created this lovely set of paddling gloves. The wood shingles are carefully sanded and painted in country blue and dusty rose before being set in a faux fur surrounding. I've used faux mink, fox, and rabbit for these ones. I will show you a few
of my favorite handmade toys before introducing a very special guest.

I bought a standard flogger and decoupage the handle. It's far more attractive and less intimidating to a new sub. Of course the simplest project is the homemade candles that illuminate my dungeon. Watch any episode of my show and you'll see how I make all of my candles. Or buy my book, Candle Making with Martha. Autographed editions are available at Everything Martha.

Now I want to introduce you to Arnie Mickelmeyer, my personal Paddle
maker. Arnie, I just love the personal touch you add to all of your
hand-made wooden paddles. What are you going to show us today?

Well, Martha, as you know, a lot of Doms out there would like to leave
their mark on their pet, but they don't want to mess with tattoos or
brands. Here's my solution: monogrammed paddles. With every slap of
this paddle the bottom will know whom he or she belongs to. If you
really want to impress that special someone, take your jigsaw and
after carefully blocking out the letters on the paddle, carefully saw
the letters out and you have a personalized paddle. Here's one I just
finished.

Why it says Martha! How thoughtful! Merry Christmas

Homemaking Goddess. Well, while I see how well my new paddle works,
we'll take a commercial break. Bend over Arnie! While we're on the
subject of paddles, I thought I would show you a great way to protect
these erotic discipline tools. Paddle covers can add a touch of
vanilla to an otherwise spicy relationship. They're easy to make, just
a thin sheet of fiberfill sewn between two pieces of muslin fabric. I
prefer a floral print. A great addition is to sew buttons or beads on
to the cover; or to add metal pellets before you sew up the paddle
cover, sort of like filling a bean bag.

Either way, your bottom won't soon forget the TLC you've shown by
creating these protective covers for your favorite toys, that is, if
you want to keep the cover on while you use the paddle!

A variation is to create smaller covers for your riding crops.

The holidays mean it's time for another Christmas play party. Before
my guests arrive, take a look at what I've done. The tables are decked
with lovely human centerpieces that also act as hors d'oeuvres
holders. My favorite is the slave skewered with the sausage and cheese
bites. Those trees aren't really trees, but subs! They are just
beautiful wrapped in green saran wrap, garland, fresh cut evergreen
boughs, and lights - and I sewed the ornaments on them myself!

Do make sure you take the necessary precautions before you skillfully
sew tinsel and ornaments on to anyone. It would be awful if one of
your cherished slaves got lead poisoning from some cheap ornaments
made in China. That's why I also suggest that you don't buy ornaments
that don't have the Martha seal of approval... available via my
catalogue, my Everything Martha store, or at your local K-Mart. The
plastic wrap should be high quality; colored shrink wrap is extremely
hard to find in holiday colors, which is why I have opted for the
common kitchen alternative. You will also want to make sure the
Christmas tree subs are secured upright ... there's nothing worse than
a sub who enters subspace while wrapped and causes a commotion when
they fall over.

Come with me to see what I've done outside . Please keep in mind that
this is faux snow...a combination of white Christmas tree flocking and
shiny cellophane snow. I would never have my slaves and switches out
here dressed up like Santa and his reindeer for hours on end in real
snow! Really, I don't know why Santa doesn't wear leather chaps and a
motorcycle jacket more often! Santa, don't whip Vixen too much; she
needs to stay standing till my party is over! Blitzen, your tail is
slipping out! I want to hear your bells ... Santa, whip them all
soundly! Much better! Ah, I see my guests are arriving. I hope to see
you next week when I show you how to build your own designer cages and
show you what you can do with all that leftover holiday fruitcake!

For now, I'm Mistress Martha Stewart. Goodbye!

Sunday, December 02, 2007

The Boss Lady

By Coquette
Another day at the office, and the girls were arriving for work. But this office was a little different because all the ‘girls’ were sissies.

Miss Strop arrived early and counted the sissies as they went in. She wore a red satin blouse, stretched tight over her magnificent bosom and nipped in at the waist by the belt of a black PVC skirt. The skirt was slit up to the top of her rounded thigh, revealing a thick black suspender clasped to her stocking top. As they passed, the sissies looked in awe at the line of her perfect panties showing through the skirt, which hugged her ample and powerful buttocks. Miss Strop wielded a cane and would use it if any sissy did not look and behave in a sufficiently lady-like manner. A tall, slim panty-boy walked nervously past, struggling to balance in his new high-heeled shoes.

"Deportment, Sandra!" cried Miss Strop, fetching her a sharp smack with the cane on her little panty-clad bottom. Gush had been set up by Miss Strop and specialised in high-class dildos for fine ladies. They had the widest range available and the business was doing extremely well. Lately, Gush had branched out into equipment for the emasculation of wayward husbands.

Their best selling line was a tiny toy zapper which looped around the darlings’ scrotums and was operated by the lady’s mobile phone. It was easy to fit while hubby was asleep. It was a little token of their love, the lady would say. Whenever the lady wished, she could dial a secret number and listen to what hubby was up to. Then, when she liked, she could press a key and hubby’s frisky little balls were given the sweetest electric shock. Nothing too dangerous, just a few hundred volts, but enough to put them out of action for a while and remind him who was boss. You could even hear hubby’s little cries of surprise, the poor darling. It was a wonderful idea and women loved it, although, as the instructions warned, wives had to exercise a little self-control and not use it too often, or hubby could easily be turned into a sissy.

I am sorry to say, this is why some ladies bought it in such numbers. The Gush ‘Womanizer’ was selling like hot cakes and the number of nasty males was rapidly dwindling.

Miss Strop had enjoyed testing the prototype on her ex-husband. She laughed aloud, remembering how she had pressed the keys just as unfaithful David was thrusting his love-bloated organ into Angela Percival for the very last time. She made sure it was the last time for him, too. The clandestine lovers thought they were out of reach in Angela’s secret retreat in the south of France, but Miss Strop had heard their every little gasp, every little smack of David’s besotted balls against Angela’s elegant labia. So, just as the happy pair climaxed -it was such a shame, Angela did so love it doggy fashion- Miss Strop’s finger gently squeezed the appropriate key.

His wife left him and, not long afterwards, poor David began to take a very healthy interest in feminine undergarments. Something deep inside him made him desire the touch, the scent of ladies under-things. Perhaps it was his frustration at no longer having a woman to sleep with, although Maxine had never permitted him to touch her more than once a month. Perhaps it was something more mysterious. But, whatever the reason, his whole being now became focused on the pursuit of ladies’ panties. As his cravings increased, the women of the neighbourhood started to lose bras and panties from their washing lines. They little knew that their personal items were being ravaged and sullied with David’s sissy spunk. The thrill of wearing women’s stolen panties was enough at first, but David’s rampant dolly was insatiable and soon sought something more exotic than the local ladies’ cotton undies. He took to raiding ladieswear shops to satisfy his growing urges. But he was naïve in such things and not a natural thief. In no time at all, the foolish boy was found stealing expensive ladies’ underwear from the local department store and he lost his job in the city. He was finding it very difficult to get a new one

He knew had to set his sights a good deal lower if he was to find a job at all. Scanning the local newspaper a week later, he found an advert. ‘Panty-boys wanted. Strict regime. Nugatory pay. Submissive sissies, phone Miss Strop right away at Gush.’ It was his ex-wife’s firm. There was nothing for it. With a deep sigh, he resigned himself to the inevitable and phoned her. "Er… Maxine?" he began, nervously, "I understand you have a..."

"Don’t ever call me Maxine again. Get your girlie panties on and get over here at once, you pathetic sissy," bawled his ex-wife, "And you call me ‘Miss Strop’ from now on. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, M - Miss Strop," muttered David, downcast. He prepared to go out. He had lots of ladies’ panties and suspenders, but he had never worn a dress. He went to his ex-wife’s wardrobe. She had left some clothes, and he found a black silk dress and black high heeled sling-back shoes. He had let his hair grow and thought it could now pass as a woman’s, if he styled it right. He put on some of his wife’s make-up and made a reasonable job of it. Picking up a handbag, he trotted off to town.

Nervously, David knocked on the door of Gush and told the sissy receptionist he had come to see Miss Strop.

"Wait there," she said, with a smile, indicating a chair. David looked around him. Pictures of dildos of all shapes, sizes and colours adorned the walls. An array of the naughty things themselves stood proudly along the desk. They looked so perfectly designed by ladies, for ladies, and he could see that no lady would be able to resist them.

There was a familiar footfall outside the door and Maxine Strop burst in.
"Well, well!" she laughed, looking him up and down, "Your wearing my little black dress, you panty-wanker. So, not content with shoplifting ladies’ panties, you’re stealing my clothes, too."

David blushed and looked at his feet.

"Stand up, girl!" bellowed Miss Strop. David was surprised at the unexpected power in his ex-wife’s voice. He was scared and stood up right away. Miss Strop looked him in the eye, took hold of the thin black dress in her fist and tore it off him. He stood before his formidable ex-wife dressed in a sweet little bra and panties, quaking with fear.

"Where are your stockings?" frowned Miss Strop.

"I - I - don’t know," mumbled David, confused. Miss Strop took a pair of seamed black hold-up stockings from a drawer and threw them in his face.
"Get those on!" she spat. As David hurriedly complied, struggling with the unfamiliar feminine garments, Miss Strop threw a little dress at his feet. It was a tiny pink satin dress with puff sleeves. Its little skirt was lifted by lots of frilly white petticoats, edged with lace. David stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. The tight satin bodice hugged his tummy and squeezed out his tiny breasts so they almost filled the small bra he was wearing.

His ex-wife smirked at the bulge in David’s panties, clearly displayed beneath the stiff skirts. The sissy-boy likes his new outfit, she chuckled.

"From now on you will be known as Davina," she said with finality, "Follow me." She open the door to the office.

"We have a new girl today," said Miss Strop loudly to the other sissies, as she strode between the desks. David followed in his high-heels, stumbling as he went. Miss Strop glanced back at her ex-husband. He was really quite pretty, she thought, with a giggle.

Miss Strop had always preferred women for her sexual gratification. Her current lover was Miss Horton, a temp who sometimes worked in her office. Miss Strop adored her shapely body and decided she had the perfect vulva for testing dildos. The previous evening, she had been trying out prototypes of her latest creation, the Gush ‘Fat Lady’ on her unsuspecting partner. It was the largest dildo the firm had yet produced and Miss Strop was very enthusiastic about this exciting new product for the larger woman. It proved to be a winner. Poor Miss Horton was made to come sixteen times before Miss Strop decided which was the best and was satisfied with the quality.

Miss Strop liked to carry out random checks on the contents of the sissies’ handbags. It was for security, she said. Last week, she had spotted one of the newer sissies stealing from Miss Horton’s desk. The appalling audacity of the panty-boy! He would pay dearly for it. All the sissies knew that Miss Horton kept a supply of spare panties in her top drawer in case Miss Strop should make any impulsive demands on her in the back office. But Sandra, who had developed a girlie crush on Miss Horton, had found the nearness of her panties irresistible.

"You, girl!" snapped Miss Strop, fiercely, "Come here!" A frightened slip of a sissy stood bolt upright at her desk in fright, shaking all over. She was quite tall and her short blue satin skirt stood out, raised by lots of frilly petticoats and revealing a sheer white thong, finished with a little blue bow at the waist.
"M-m-me, Madam?" she queried, timidly, knees knocking in their white stockings. Her stomach clenched with fear. She was an excitable sissy and still very awkward in her new girlie role.

"Yes, you, Sandra! Get your fanny over here, you little slag!" Sandra quickly trotted in terror over to Miss Strop’s desk at the front of the office. She was not yet used to her high heels and wobbled precariously as she stood in front of her boss, eyes downcast, her hands clasped behind her back, as she had been taught.
"Open your handbag," said Miss Strop. Sandra gulped. She didn’t want Miss Strop to see what was inside. With nervous fingers she placed her little pink handbag on the desk and opened it a crack. Inside, Miss Strop could see a riot of pure white silk. She snatched the bag from the terrified sissy and pulled out a pair of expensive ladies’ panties. She displayed the classy white silk undergarment to the quaking sissy.

"Whose are these?" she barked. But she knew the answer.

"I d-d-don’t know, Mith," squeaked Sandra, ogling the wondrous lacy things.

"Yes, you do, girl. They’re Miss Horton’s. Her best panties."
"Y-yeth, Mith," muttered Sandra.

"And what on earth is this?" asked Miss Strop, pointing to a large white stain which disfigured the perfection of the beautiful silk and stiffened the pretty crotch.

"I d-d-don’t know, Mith," trembled Sandra.

"Oh, yes you do. It’s girlie spunk. Your girlie spunk."

"Yeth, Mith," admitted Sandra, blushing with shame.

"You do not masturbate in Miss Horton’s panties," snapped Miss Strop. Tears welled in Sandra’s eyes. But something was welling up inside her own panties, too. The horror of being singled out for humiliation by Miss Strop always had this effect on her. She bit her lip.

"If I find you stealing Miss Horton’s panties again, I shall personally nip off what’s left of your tiny plums."

"Y-yeth, Mith," said Sandra, but her dolly’s excitement was now lifting her petticoats.

"Oh, my goodness!" cried Miss Strop. A prominent bulge in Sandra’s sheer nylon thong poked out over her desk.

"I - I - c - can’t help it," cried Sandra, as her long, slender dolly pushed itself over the waist of the inadequate little panties and wagged rudely at the Boss Lady.
You disgraceful hussy!" cried Miss Strop, "Put that away at once!" Sandra flinched in shock. The nervous sissy lost all self-control. Suddenly her long dolly bobbed and puked violently. Strings of white cream flew across the desk.

"Ugh! Oh, my God!" spluttered Miss Strop, as the bust of her designer blouse was splashed with a heavy spurt of sissy juice.

"Oh, gosh! I’m sorry, Mith, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it," cried Sandra, weeping in despair.

"Sharon and Fiona," called Miss Strop, severely.

The two sissies held Sandra in front of the whole office and pulled down her little thong. Her dolly poked out stiffly at the admiring group of sissies crowding around.
"Davina!" called Miss Strop. David came forward, apprehensively. The others looked on jealously, knowing what was about to happen. "Kneel down and kiss Sandra’s dolly," said Miss Strop.

"No, please, Miss Strop," pleaded David, "I don’t like sissy-boys." But somehow found he couldn’t resist as Miss Strop lowered him to his knees.

"You’re a sissy now, Davina, and sissies love sissy cream." She pushed David towards Sandra’s excited dolly. Almost without realising it, he opened his mouth and took the bulb of sissy-flesh on his tongue. Miss Strop shoved his head forward and the warm, slender thing slipped between his lips.

"Oh!" squealed Sandra in pleasure, as her dolly rode along David’s rough, wet tongue. David felt Sandra’s sissy flesh expand in his mouth and the skin of her little scrotum rumple against his lower lip. It wasn’t as nasty as he had imagined. It wasn’t nasty at all. Sandra was sweetly scented and her skin was so very soft.

"Wicked girl," growled Miss Strop, and flicked her cane against Sandra’s tight buttocks. She squeaked and her nervous dolly ejaculated. David choked as the semen flew to the back of his throat. He pulled away, but Sandra had lots more to do and pumped several slicks of hot juice across his face before she stopped.

"There!" laughed Miss Strop, as David gulped down the sissy-cream, "You do like sissy-boys! I can see you two girls are going to be very good friends!"

She put Davina at the back of the office with Sandra to deal with the incoming orders. They sat together, furtively admiring each other’s panties and blushing shyly if the other one noticed they were looking. Later that morning, the mail arrived. David recognised the handwriting on one of the envelopes and opened it with trepidation. It was from Angela Percival.

Darling Gush,

Please send me another Variety Pack of ladies’ dildos post haste. I have had great
fun with the previous set, but have now worn them out with constant use. A friend has suggested changing the battery, or some such, but that’s far too technical for me. I enclose a check for £200 which, considering the pleasure they give, is the bargain of a lifetime.

Yours faithfully,

Angela Percival.

A tear ran down Davina’s cheek. He had not seen Angela since that day on the Côte d’Azur when the little ‘eternity ring’ Maxine had fitted round his balls in token of their love had ended their fun. He still had the horrid thing on. He showed it to Sandra, who told him what it was and that it was a good thing, really, because it had made him a sissy. Sandra had no sooner wiped away his tears with the frilly silk handkerchief she kept in her panties than there was the sound of high heels clattering impatiently along the corridor and a well-dressed lady ran into the office.

"Oh, my God, what a climb. Is this Gush?" asked Angela Percival, breathless from her rush up the stairs. Sandra curtseyed.

"Yeth, madam," she said. Angela looked with disdain at the slender figure of Sandra.

"Where’s the manageress?" she said. Miss Strop strode towards her between the rows of desks. Angela’s blue eyes stared at the familiar shape of the woman approaching her.

"Angela!" said Miss Strop, smiling sweetly, "How nice to see you. Can I help?"
"Maxine! Oh, my goodness," breathed Angela, suppressing a rush of feelings, "I - I’ve come for a set of…"

"Dildos?" queried Miss Strop, "Are you using our lovely products? How charming."

"Actually, I think I’ll go…" began Angela. This was too embarrassing.

"I won’t hear of it, darling," said Miss Strop, taking her by the arm, "Come with me and I’ll soon fix you up." She escorted the uncooperative Angela through the office and into her private office.

"Please take a seat. I’ll get one of the sissies to bring you one. Davina!"
Davina flounced into the room in her little pink dress.

"Yeth, Miss Strop?" she said.

"Fetch a queen size Variety Pack for this lady. Immediately, girl!" said Miss Strop. Davina suddenly realised who the lady customer was. She ran out of the room in horror.

"Do I know that strange girl?" said Angela.

"Yes, she is new. Soon knock her into shape." A few minutes later, Davina came back and stood at the door, eyes downcast, holding a large box in front of her.

"Don’t stand there looking stupid, girl, hand it to me." Miss Strop took the box and opened it.

"I’m so pleased you use our dildos. You’ll love this new addition to the set!" she took out the Fat Lady, "I think it’s going to be very popular." Angela looked at the convoluted balloon of pink latex with widening eyes. The moulded tip bore the head of a plump woman with her fat tongue pushed rudely out.

"You might find it rather advanced at first," said Miss Strop, "Would you like me to show you how to use it?" Angela stared open-mouthed at the dildo without answering.

"It’s really quite simple. Davina, touch your toes, girl," commanded Miss Strop.

"B-but, please, Madam…" complained David. But Miss Strop had already whipped his little panties down to the knees and was tying his wrists and ankles together with a wide ribbon.

"Goodness!" exclaimed Angela.

"Is anything the matter, madam?" asked Miss Strop.

"It’s… David!" gasped Angela, scanning the pretty shaven scrotum with growing recognition. A little pink loop of plastic pinched the top of the bag and held fast a Womanizer.

"Yes, Angela, but she’s called Davina now."

"Oh, Lord! To think I…" Miss Strop ignored her and coolly continued with the demonstration. "It’s quite easy to use. You simply touch this to your lips, like this, and press the switch, here." Angela watched in awe as the formidable device began to tremble and thrust itself roughly into Davina’s unexplored bottom.

"Golly!" she cried, watching David’s little balls vibrate between his hairless thighs as the Fat Lady plunged itself deeper and deeper into the whining sissy. The familiar shape of David’s erection popped out of the panties.

"Goodness!" said Angela, staring at the bumps and veins she knew so well.

"You will notice that her little dolly is getting very excited, " said Miss Strop, "And in about ten seconds, the lovesick little thing will succumb to the Fat Lady’s irresistible charms…" Moments later, there was a scream from Davina and what seemed like a good half pint of sissy cream gushed on to the floor in one long fat stream.

"My God!" cried Angela.

"It’s really designed for the larger lady, but of course will suit any woman who likes to be stretched."

"You bitch!" cried Angela, and struck out at Miss Strop, who caught hold of her arm. The two ladies looked at each other in anger for a long moment. Then Miss Strop’s grip relaxed. Slowly, Angela’s pupils were dilating. She stood away and began to unbutton her blouse.

David was kneeling on the floor and caught the quickly-discarded garment in the face. Impulsively, he pressed the beautiful silk to his nose. Angela’s familiar scent entranced him and the fine silk tickled his cheek.

"Do you like the lady’s lovely blouse, Davina?" asked Miss Strop. David grunted. Angela’s slip dropped gently in front of him and he fell forward and nuzzled it. Beautiful, beautiful ladies clothes, he thought. His dolly stiffened anew. "One day, if you’re very good, you might grow to be a fine lady like Angela," teased Miss Strop, standing with her back to the door and watching Angela intently as she stripped. She could see why David had liked her.

"Look at the lovely bra and panties set Angela’s wearing, Davina," said Miss Strop. Angela smiled and slipped off her pretty little white silk panties, decorated with tiny red hearts and edged with fine lace. She threw them to David, who grasped them greedily. He inhaled the piquant sweetness that he knew only came from panties a blonde lady has worn. But it was only the feel of the panties he desired now.

"P-panties, panties…" he smooched, caressing and sucking the soft crotch, while his little dolly strained in Angela’s silk blouse.

"Yes, David. Panties," said Angela, laughing.

"You can play with those, while we ladies get on with the grown-up stuff," said Miss Strop. Poor David kissed the panties again and again and ran the heavenly silk through his fingers. He wanted so much to come in the blouse, but his poor dolly gaped, perplexed.

Angela climbed on to Miss Strop’s wide desk on her hands and knees, facing away from Miss Strop, who still held The Fat Lady in her hand. Miss Strop looked at the bobbed blonde hair strewn on the desk top and the pretty breasts hanging lightly in the neat bra cups, patterned with hearts. She really is quite a delightful girl, she thought, stepping up to the desk. And I’ve always had a penchant for blondes. She unzipped her PVC skirt and dropped it to her feet, then quickly threw off her blouse.

"As I was saying," Miss Strop continued, "It’s very versatile and comes with this leather harness, which turns it into a rather superior strap-on. Like this." Angela turned her head and looked in awe at the buxom female figure in a sturdy black bra and maxi-knickers who stood behind her, rubbing the huge dildo with Gush lubricant.

"Fuck me, Maxine," she cried, almost screaming in desperation, "Please!"

"Tut-tut," scolded Miss Strop, wagging her finger, "You need to learn patience, young lady. Doesn’t she, Davina?"

Holding her panties to his nose, David glanced up at the rose-pink petals of flesh which adorned Angela’s pretty bottom. He had no time to admire the shapely buttocks and perfect thighs, spread wide. With a sudden rough swipe of her fat palm, Miss Strop spanked the immaculate genitalia and he heard Angela’s familiar squeal of surprise.

"Isn’t she sweet, Davina?" teased Miss Strop, "I do believe this is her first time." David watched his ex-wife run the tip of the Fat Lady up the pretty folds and gently coax its head between Angela’s coral lips. She planted her arms either side of the lovely back, leaned forward and smelled Angela’s beautifully-styled blonde hair. "Bitch," she whispered, close to her ear, placing a finger to the switch. She clenched her powerful buttocks and squeezed the quivering, pulsing dildo as deep as she could into the lissome Angela.

"Oh, Maxine!" cried Angela, as her exquisite breasts trembled on the desk and her pampered body surrendered its precious juices to the Fat Lady, "I love you!"
While Angela’s love spilled on to her desk-top in profusion, Miss Strop looked down at the sissy-boy sprawling on the carpet, his bloated dolly trying to make love to Angela’s panties and blouse. She picked up her mobile and pressed a few keys. Davina screamed.

"It’s not over ‘til the Fat Lady sings!" she laughed.

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Thank you, Prissy.
Posted here with respect and admiration.

Friday, November 23, 2007

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

Hypnosis help

Mistress Shelly,

I purchased your Cumslut MP3 a number of weeks ago. I have been listening to it about every other day and wow! Every time I look at a man my eye goes right for his cock. I wonder how big it is and what his cum will taste like. I close my eye and imagine myself on my knees sucking and stroking his cock, waiting for that cum that I need so badly. All men I see, I think this. I found myself last night craving cock so much I went to an adult book store and went too a booth. The booth had a glory hole and within minute I was sucking a nice fat dick! It felt so natural and so right to be on my knees. My lips needed to feel that hard throbbing cock and my mind needed that yummy, slippery cum. Oh how that cum tasted so good! I finished that first cock and another was inserted though the hole. A nice 8 incher! I told him to come over to my booth. I wanted to have full access to his cock and balls. He sat in the chair and I licked and sucked his cock like the cock craving sissy I have become. He came so hard and shot a nice big load of cum right in my mouth. I did not spill a drop. I like his cock clean and thanked him for the cum. He said that was the best blowjob he had ever had. He sent in another of his buddies and I sucked him dry. As I sucked all of them it was all about the cum. I needed the cum! I wanted the cum. The feeling of cum shooting out of a dick and into my mouth is wonderful. Anyway that was my first experience with your MP3. Your sissy cumslut, Stacy

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Research assistant sends sex hormones soaring

A wink and a nod flood men's saliva with testosterone.
by Helen Pearson
Nature News

Boy meets girl. Boy's sex hormone goes through the roof, finds a new study of lab-based flirting.

James Roney and his team at the University of Chicago paid 18-36-year-old students $10 to come into the lab under the pretence of simply testing their saliva chemistry. Unbeknownst to the men, the scientists staged a five-minute chat with a twentysomething female research assistant.

This brief brush set the men's hormones surging: testosterone levels in their spit shot up around 30%. And the higher a man's hormone soared, the more the female research assistant judged that he was out to impress - by talking about himself, for example1.

Because testosterone levels are linked to libido, the surge may seem predictable - but no one has taken such measurements before, says Peter Ellison of Harvard University, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, who studies how hormones affect our behaviour. "There's been a lot of anecdotal wisdom," he says.

A testosterone flood in the brain may partly drive men's swagger, says Ellison. It might, for example, make them bolder or brasher - immediately or in the long term. Similar testosterone spikes occur in animals, triggering courtship or aggressive behaviour.

There is one alternative explanation for the reaction of the more bashful male guinea pigs. "It's possible that some of those were having a stress response," Roney says.

Trouble and strife
In men, background testosterone levels peak during late adolescence or early twenties - after which "it's all downhill", says Ellison. Researchers are increasingly interested in understanding how changing intensities of this and other hormones are linked to our brain and behaviour.

“It's possible that some of those men are having a stress response”James Roney
University of Chicago

In one study, Ellison found that men who are married or in long-term relationships have lower testosterone levels than those still playing the field. But it's not yet clear whether marriage drives testosterone down, he says, or if low-testosterone men are more likely to get married.

1 Roney, J. R., Mahler, S. V. & Maestripieri, D. Behavioral and hormonal responses of men to brief interactions with women. Evolution and Human Behavior, 24, 365 - 375, doi:10.1016/S1090-5138(03)00053-9 (2003).

Article Copyright © 2003 MacMillan Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Dirty Details Of Alleged SAC Sex Scandal Emerge | FINalternatives

Dirty Details Of Alleged SAC Sex Scandal Emerge

FINalternatives:

"Dirty Details Of Alleged SAC Sex Scandal Emerge October 11, 2007 In the same week that former hedge fund manager Albert Hsu pleaded guilty to trying to get his ex-mistress raped, shocking details of another hedge fund sex scandal have emerged.

The case involves hedge fund giant SAC Capital, the Stamford, Conn., firm run by Steven Cohen. In a sexual harassment lawsuit, a former junior trader at the firm alleges he had sexual relations with Ping Jiang, a managing director and top fund manager at the firm, CNBC reports.

In addition, Andrew Tong, who was let go by SAC last April, alleges that Jiang instructed him to take female hormones to facilitate a more 'effeminate' trading method. CNBC says that Jiang complied, using black-market hormones, which then caused emotional and physical distress and, unsurprisingly, unwanted sexual problems at a time that Tong and his wife were attempting to have a child. He also claimed that the hormones led him to begin wearing women’s clothes.

The sealed lawsuit, in New York state court, has been sent into arbitration.

Both SAC and Jiang have denied the charges. In a statement, the firm said, “SAC conducted a thorough investigation and found these scurrilous accusations to be false. We will vigorously defend ourselves and are confident that these claims will be swiftly rejected in arbitration.”"

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Found Fantasy

avsblues19 says:

"The fantasy starts with a group of girls e-mailing me saying that they want to dress me up as a girl and have some fun with me. So I go over and meet 6 beautiful women. They are all around the age of 30. They have me strip off all my clothes and then start putting on some white lacy panties and a white satin bra. They then put me in some black, with white pinstripes, slacks. Then they pull over a white turtleneck. Then they slip on some nice black high heels.

I begin to wonder what kind of fun we are going to have. The girls then arrange some seats in a half circle pattern. We all sit down and then some music starts. Out behind a door a male stripper comes out. He starts to move and thrust his crotch area. All the women tell him to strip in front me. He begins to slowly take off his shirt. Then he lowers his pants and I see his huge cock (he wasn't wearing any underwear). All the girls gather around and one of them grabs my hand and puts it on his throbbing cock. They scream, "Rub it!" I begin to rub his cock and it gets bigger and bigger. Then one of the girls grabs the back of my head and forces my mouth to take his cock. At this time all the girls are hooting and hollering. The girl forces my head back and forth. I start to gag and then begin to laugh at me. They tell me, "If you want to be a girl you need to be able to suck a cock honey." Then she forces me to suck the cock more and then all of a sudden I feel a hot liquid shoot down my throat.

Then the girls force me onto a bed and have me bend my butt into the air. The girls then begin to rip my pants and panties off my body. Then they begin to spank and insert their fingers into my butt. Then one of the girls said, "Now you will feel what it is like to be a real girl!" All of a sudden I feel something huge in me. I turn around and the stripper is doing me. He begins to pump and pump and I start to cum. With every pump more cum comes out and the more I feel like I am losing control of my body. I then feel some hot juice inside my butt and pulls out of my butt. I collapse right onto the bed. All the girls come up to me and say, "Congratulations girl, you just had your first female orgasm!"

Then they told me, "Girl you are a slut now! Every month you will have to come over and suck and have a guy do you again! If you don't come back we will find your friends and family and you will be ruined." They all gave me a kiss and had me leave."

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Avida, Miette - Different Touch

Hot and oily, slithering together on a black vinyl couch, Avida and Miette are the consummate vision of femmes fatales.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Need Help?

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Prior to your feminisation
I always discuss what sort of a session a girl requires prior to starting. Requirements vary widely so I like to modify the session to fit them. Some girls require punishment, others training in cleaning or tea service, others are sex sluts and I will train them to be of sexual use, either with me or with a man. They will be a subjected to sexually degrading practices.

Slut Training
Some girls require oral strap on training, others anal strap on training, yet others may feel the need to serve a man during a session.

Sissification
I teach my girls how to walk, sit, stand and move. I use my dance background to teach grace and elegance.

Maid Training
I will train a girl to be useful. I expect her to be able to secure my corset, serve me tea or clean my shoes.

Dressing and Make up
I enjoy dressing my TVs. First I put on them in stockings, knickers and garter belts. For full feminisation I will make them wear a maid's uniform or a dress and high heeled shoes, then add make up and wig. The difference in the appearance and the personality is amazing. They are so bashful and girlie.