Gurl + 3 studs
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Posted:Apr 16, 2024 12:31 pm
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This is it. This is my one shot to get everything I ever wanted. To finally be who I really am inside. One final look in the mirror to steel my resolve and take one last breath before it's past the point of no return. Wavy long blond wig, tight and flowing sultry like. Smooth waxed body glistening and sheerly covered in red toned lace corset. Small natural pseudo breasts with extra large nipples,filling out the cups. Garter attached to red sheer pantyhose, not to draw away from the steel chastity cage concealing my tiny penis and keeping it locked and submissive, like it should be.
This is it. It's not too late to back out now. Put away all this silly stuff and walk back to my dorm room as my unassuming and meek boi. But I had to be strong. This was my only chance to show everyone who I really am. I've been planning this for months. As I put on the last touch to my pink shade lip gloss and touched up my makeup one last time I procrastinated.
What if everyone laughs at me? What if a teacher gets called or worse is out in the hall? All this work will be for nothing if I only make it one step out of the door and I'm wiped away. No. This is going to work. I've planned this out. I just need to go out there and present myself. Present myself to my peers and bullies and nearly strangers. This is my one shot, I can do this, I'm a gurl.
Then I realized I forgot something. Feverishly looking around I couldn't find it. It was kind of quintessential to this whole thing. I can't believe I would have forgotten to bring it on this retreat. I swear I packed it first thing when I was getting everything together for the last away retreat of senior year. Just as I was about to panic I saw it. It had fallen to the floor. I picked it up and stood up and stared at myself as I brought it up and wrapped it around my neck. As I buckled it up I made sure it was tight but not too tight, just right. A thick leather collar with the bedazzled word in bold. SISSY. With that it was time.
I swung open the door and felt the cold air hit my near naked skin. Goosebumps ran up and down my spine. I could feel my nipples getting hard and my tiny penis jumping to get released from its tight steel confinement. I met the eye of the boy who must've been the one knocking on the door. The look of utter shock and bewilderment plastered his face. I saw him look me up and down. As I passed by him I ran a soft gentle hand under his chin to close his gaping mouth.
I stared down the hall and saw fewer people milling about and more and more eyes locked on me. I inhaled deeply and took my first real step into a new world. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was doing it, I was actually doing it. I prided myself down the hall like I was a model at a runway. I made sure to swing my slim hips as naturally as I could.
As much as I tried to keep my eyes ahead of me, focused on getting to my room, I couldn't help but look at some of the shocked faces that I passed. I shot a wink and a smile. I could hear murmuring and whispering but I couldn't focus on any of it to hear anything. Just a lot of murmuring and pointing. At least no one was laughing. It was dead silent except for the clicking of my tall heels.
A made it to my door and just before I opened the door I looked back down the hall and for a second I saw everyone still staring at me but in unison all 30 or so bodies shamefully and quickly and conveniently remember they had something very important they should be doing. With a wry smile I looked down to insert the key into the lock and opened my door to step inside. Closing the door with both hands I just stood there at the door trying to realize what I just did.
I just publicly outed myself as a crossdressing sissy faggot to nearly half my class and im sure the rest will hear about it shortly. My life will never be the same again. I turned to lean my back against the door and I looked around my temporary dorm room for this weekend trip. I had candles lit all around the room and I left some soft jazz playing in the room.
I dont know how long i was just pacing my room for when i heard a knock on my door. I walked to the door and just as I was about to grab the knob, I hesitated. I knew if I opened this door now everything's about to change. But that was the point. I grabbed the knob and swung the door open. Standing at the door were 3 guys, Mark, Jason, and Jared. Jared. Captain of the wrestling team Jared. Tall, dark and handsome Jared. Bully Jared.
"Uh oh the goon squad." I chuckled while still holding the door.
Mark and Jason were speechless, but then again they never were good with wordy words. It was Jared that did all the talking.
"I always knew you were a faggot Lari, never thought youd have the stones to embrace it though." Jared said as he took a step into my room.
I put a hand on his chest to stop him and said, "I didn't say you could come in."
My heart was pounding. I really hoped he knew how much I was bluffing.
Jared pulled my hand away and said, "I wasn't asking, slut"
As he entered his two cronies followed. Behind them the door closed and I heard the lock being set.
Jared, without warning, ran a hand up the back of my head and I felt his long strong fingers weave into my wig and tighten. The wig wouldn't come off easily. I made sure to really set it in place.
"Hmm, nice hair. Surprised it doesn't just fall right off." Jared mocked.
"Well...what's the point of long hair if it can't be pulled.'' I challenged looking deeply into his eyes.
I tried to look for anything in his expression but he was hard to read. So it caught me by surprise when he brought his other hand to my throat and with both hands wrestled me down to the cold hard floor. My knees hit the floor and I gasped for air. A slight moan might have escaped as well. Jared was pulling my hair back forcing my look up at him and I saw he was struggling to undo his belt and zipper.
Not really knowing what I was doing I saw my own hands raise and gently start undoing his belt and pants and slid his pants down. Out jumped an enviously big, hard, beautiful cock. I bit my bottom lip and slowly wrapped my fingers around it. It jumped once which made me jump. I chuckled and really grasped it this time. It was so warm and hard. I started to stroke it as I looked from it up to jared. His hands had dropped from me.
"I'm so glad it was you that knocked on my door." I said in a low sultry voice.
"Let's see how glad you were once we were done with you." Jared said and I saw him wave to his two companions.
Quickly it felt like the walls were closing in around me as the two guys surrounded me and dropped their pants. Pointing at me were now 2 more hard cocks, one white one black but both large and in charge. I brought my free left hand up to grasp his and then looking to my right I grasped his and started stroking both. I looked back to center and Jared's unattended cock. Looking up at him I smiled and opened my mouth invitingly.
Jared stepped forward and with a hand on my head guided his cock into my warm mouth. I moaned and rolled my eyes as the thick, warm cock slid past my lips and over my tongue. This was it. I had not one but 3 real, hard, big cocks right here right now. It was finally happening.
I sucked jared's cock vigorously and hungrily. This was so much better than my dildos. I sucked hard as I popped Jared's cock out of my mouth. Looking up at him I could tell that he liked how I was doing. I then looked at Mark and Jason's cocks and took one into my mouth and brought that hand to Jared's cock to stroke. After sucking one i moved to the other and then back to Jared and round and round i went sucking and gagging and spitting. I could feel a drool dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
At some point jared stopped me and pulled me up. My knees were so sore it hurt to relieve the pressure. I stood on wobbly heels as I felt my head spinning. Just this was already a dream come true. Then Jared kissed me. It was strange at first but it really did feel like fireworks, like everyone says. Jared broke the kiss and I just stood there in his arms, our foreheads touching.
"Jared, i...i....i want you to fuck me Sir" I managed to stammer out.
Jared didn't say anything but he spun me around and pulled me tight against him as he kissed up and down my neck. I felt shivers running down my spine. I was in ecstasy trying to keep my knees from giving out on me as I heard noise around the room. Mark and Jason were clearing the floor and putting the twin mattress down on the floor. Once it was in place, Jared pushed me onto it.
I yelped in surprise but chuckled when I hit the mattress. Pushing myself up with my arms I felt a mass straddle my bubble butt and push me back down. Jared slapped his cock against my butt several times. My arms were tucked underneath me and I looked to one side as it dawned on me. I had an actual real man nude and real cock straddling me like a real gurl.
I waved my hips around seductively and I felt a hard smack landing on one cheek and then the other. I yelped and moaned. I really loved being spanked, causing me to moan and grid my steel chastity cage into the thin mattress. Then I felt something cold and wet dripping on my buttcrack. I raised up to look over my shoulder and saw Jared squeezing a bottle of lube over me and lathering his wonderful stiff pole of a cock. He looked at me and smiled devilishly.
I looked away as I felt his hand spread to my smooth, hairless cheeks. I felt the head of his cock pressing into me. I can't believe this is happening! I'm about to reach the point of no return and I don't want to stop. It's finally happening. Oh fuck oh fuck! His cock is so big! Why did it have to be so big?! OH MY GOD!
Jared's cock entered into me and slowly plunged deeper and deeper into me. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath this whole time that I was actually starting to get light headed. It wasn't until Jared pressed down on top of me and he was deep inside of me that I exhaled. He just held there and let me grip his cock, I was pulsing uncontrollably. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and he began to nibble my ear. I moaned.
"Ive been wanting to fuck you for so long bitch," Jared whispered in my ear. "Im going to fuck you for the entirety of this trip, you are going to go home limping. I'm going to breed your boi pussy so much you are going to think you actually are pregnant.
With one last hard bite he pushed himself up and pulled my hips with him so that I was on all fours. Never once did his cock leave my body. He pulled my hair back too hard. I really did think that it was going to come off. Then he started to pump into me. It hurt at first but as he began to pick up the pace, sawing in and out of me, I could feel the pleasure I desired.
"Oh yes jared! Fuck me Master! Fuck my boi pussy, please, please, PLEASE!" I begged and moaned.
I had completely forgotten about the other too until one of them stuffed his cock into my mouth. I didn't really have to do anything to suck them but keep my mouth open since jared was fucking me so hard. It didn't take long though for one of them to get impatient and a new cock was stuffed into my mouth. I was helplessly spit roasted between a hard cock in both ends.
When the first of them began to cum I was not prepared. Just all of a sudden a torrent of delicious semen erupted into the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed at first. Most of the cum flowed out of my mouth. Before I could even catalog that I had just taken my first cumshot another cock was stuffed into my mouth. Jared was pulsing between fast and hard and slow and deep thrusts.
I didn't even notice when my mouth was empty until I felt something wet hit my face. I moaned as I watched the cock in my face spray thick ropes of yummy cum all over my face. I really didn't know what to do. I had cum on my lips and cum dripping down my nose. This whole time I needed to keep both my hands firmly on the mattress because Jared was pounding so hard into me the whole time.
Every time I swallowed I tasted cum flowing down my throat. My tunnel vision and bimbo mind were interrupted when I felt Jared's hand on the back of my head, clearly trying to point me in a certain direction. Once I blinked several times and focused, I saw something that instantly made me panic.
Mark was kneeling down to me and he had his phone pointing in my face, my cum covered flushed face.
"Are you filming this??" I questioned.
Jared smacked my ass before saying, "it's your audition, tell me who you are."
My head bouncing all over the place made everything blurry but I was able to look directly into the camera and in steely resolve I declared myself.
"Im Lari and i love getting fucked in my boi pussy by real men."
Jared leaned closer to hold my head tightly as he pressed his thick cock as deep as he could physically go. My mouth gapped and my eyes rolled back.
"I'm a dirty sissy cumslut and I serve cock. Please give me more cock Sir!" I pleaded.
I moaned loudly as i Jared fucked me hard and fast and i heard him grunting. I knew what was going to happen. Jared was going to cum. He was going to cum inside of me. I was about to let another man cum inside of me like a real girl.
As Jared's shutters bucked into me I swear I could feel his perfect cock spray his load in me. With his last spurt he plunged as deep as he could and we both just held there holding our breaths.
After several heartbeats we both relaxed and he shoved me off and I collapsed onto the mattress. I curled up into the fetal position and just painted like a bitch in heat. My boi pussy was gaping and spasming. Cum was already drying out my face.
I heard what could've been high fives slapping and then I heard the lock on the door being fiddled with.
"Don't you worry bitch, we'll make sure everyone knows you are open for business." Jared said as he swung open the door.
I felt the rush of cold air washing over me. While I was too exhausted to move I could see the flashing of pictures being taken. I guess this would be considered 'mission accomplished' except that this was only going to be the start of my new life as a gurl
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Two Gurls
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Posted:Apr 15, 2024 2:40 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:47 am 4858 Views
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I went to a small bar downtown, where I met several people who would listen to my sorrow's only as far as their horniness would allow. Although, I didn't necessarily mind. A lot of them were really good at sex and I was all too happy to taste all of them. I found that I liked watching them cum, seeing the face of the bartender cum after a long shift, shooting his load all over my face or some other guy looking for a cute feminine gurl to relieve his pressure all over my cute bunnle butt was fun. Yet each night I still came back to the same.
Who am I now?
Am I Lari?
Am I Larry?
Am I both?
After some amount of time, I did learn how to let those questions stir without driving my bimbo brain crazy. I would have to brave the outside world as Lari. It started with taking small walks around the complex, then it got longer and longer. I slowly pushed myself to go further and further. It helped relieve the anxiety that would build up around me, slowly enveloping me.
One of those days, after grueling through final preparations (which were a week away), I pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged my thin legs, picked out a cute pink floral blouse to match, threw my hair into a bun and applied my usual make up and set out for the day's walk. I let my mind drift, not really taking any specific route. Before I realized that I found myself outside the door to the coffee shop where I had first met with James. Only a short time ago, but feeling like an eternity had passed since then. Like coming home after a long vacation.
I still don't entirely know why I did it, but once I was there, I entered. Normally, I would try to avoid social situations while dressed, especially since I had yet to master masking my voice. As I walked in, nothing really seemed to be different. It was quiet for being a coffee shop, not a single customer inside. Which come to think of it, it hadn't necessarily been a hub of people the last time either, but there had still been at least a few.
There wasn't anyone manning the counter either, which was almost a relief. I didn't want to stand there like an idiot trying to figure out how to order a coffee. I was about to turn around to leave when the barista came out of a door in the back of the room, carrying a brown box that said 'filters' on it. She gave me a smile as she noticed me, and my heart skipped a beat. I recognized her, it was the same barista as last time.
"I'll be right with you miss!" She called out in a cheery voice.
Miss. I blushed with a sense of pride. Which was odd sensation mixed with the confusion I had been fighting for so long. Nevertheless, I drew in closer to the counter as she put away the filters in haste before turning her attention back to me.
"What can I get you?" she asked.
I opened my mouth to speak but caught my voice in my throat. What did I want? I hadn't thought of it, but didn't want to look indecisive at the same time. She smiled patiently at me, waiting for my answer.
"Just a large hot Mocha please," I said finally, averting my gaze. My voice still sounded toooo deep. The barista either didn't notice or didn't care as she put my order in, I noticed her name tag was blank.
"Anything else, ma'am," she asked. I shook my head blushing.
I payed and she got to work on the drink. I sat patiently at a nearby table and just watched, wishing I had brought my phone to pass the time. Usually I wasn't out for too long before returning and I still hadn't managed to buy a purse, since my new outfits seemed to be missing pockets. Until she brought out the drink to me, not bothering with a name since I was the only one there.
I sipped on my drink and watched the world outside. Half expecting someone to come in each time I saw someone pass by, but no one did. The barista went about her daily duties cleaning the counters and tables, but there was only so much to clean. I lost track of the time as I watched the world outside, seeing face after face pass by the little shop. Being so close to the dorms, there were several faces I recognized. None paid mine or the shop any attention. I was snapped back by a tap on my shoulder.
"Is everything alright, miss?" It was the barista, she held a concerned look. I realized then that I hadn't touched my drink in quite some time.
"Oh," I said, caught off guard. "Yes, of course. Yes, my mind is just elsewhere."
"I can see that," the barista smiled. "I was about to close up, not enough business to justify staying open I'm afraid."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, clamoring to get up.
"Oh, no dear it's fine," she said holding out her hand. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, I just..." I trailed off, unsure of how to finish my response.
"If you don't mind me asking, aren't you James's friend?"
My face went white and I stiffened. So she had recognized me. Not that it would've been that difficult with my voice. Fear set in and I briefly debated darting towards the door, but I held my ground.
"Why?" I asked unable to hide the panic.
"I'm Vivian," she said, holding out her hand, but after I didn't take it she withdrew it. She didn't seem offended though. Her blue eyes held nothing but compassion and understanding in them. "Can I sit? You look like you need someone to talk to."
I nodded. Tom's voice ran through my head again. Someone to talk to. I was still unsure of what else to do but also comforted by her courage. She didn't seem to mind who I was at all, which put me at ease and she knew James, so it didn't seem like she was interested in outing that secret. She took her seat opposite of me, giving a comforting smile.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Lari," I said after a moment's debate on who to introduce myself as, somehow, Lari felt right.
"Nice to meet you, Lari," Vivian smiled again. Each time she did, her eyes brightened as if the sun itself was behind them.
"Nice to meet you too," I said. "You know James, then."
Her smile flickered slightly.
"You could say that," Vivian answered. "He's a regular and he has helped me with things in the past. I haven't really talked to him in quite some time though."
"Yeah, me either," I frowned. "So I don't suppose you know where he is?"
"No, he hasn't even been in the shop in weeks," Vivian said. "Is he what's on your mind?"
"Sort of," I said. "He was supposed to call me, I think."
Vivian raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that does sound like him," Vivian said. "He can be a bit distant sometimes, but he's a good man. Most of the time."
"Most of the time?" I asked.
"He and I used to date," Vivian said simply. I was taken aback at how casual her statement was. "He's always been a busy man, and there would be times I wouldn't hear from him for a few days."
"I haven't heard from him in weeks," I said frowning. "Not since..."
I trailed off.
"Can I ask since what," Vivian said kindly.
"I.." I began, tears were welling up in my eyes. Weeks of emotion built up on the edge of being poured out to some stranger. "Why?"
"Why what?" Vivian asked.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked bluntly, although Vivian didn't seem to mind. Her sympathetic smile filled with understanding as she studied me. It was as if I had a window to my soul and she was keen on understanding it. I studied her back. She had wavy blonde hair, held up by a clip to keep her hair from her face. Her blue-green eyes piercing and bold. Her face showed compassion and kindness, yet a hint of weariness.
"I've been where you are, in a sense," She replied. "I recognize the look on your face. It's the same I saw on my own face, every time I looked in the mirror. If it hadn't been for a kind stranger or in my case, multiple kind strangers, I wouldn't have been able to be who I am today."
She smiled patiently as she finished. Giving me time to take in what she was saying. I felt the emotions on top again, ready to boil over. Vivian reached over a soft hand and placed it over mine. Suddenly, I couldn't hold them back anymore. In that moment, it could have been anyone, I would've said it all. With Vivian though, it was like fate. Someone to talk to, someone brave enough to approach me and ask.
"I don't know who I am, anymore," I said, tears beginning to well. "I discovered something earlier this year and at first it was fun. Now, I have all these questions and no answers."
"You discovered something," Vivian said. "What did you find?"
James? Tom? Sex? What had I found? More questions, but this time the answer seemed to jump out at me. As if it had been there all this time, trying to get my attention.
"I found...Lari, L A R I" I repeated.
"You found yourself?" Vivian asked, but there was no confusion. Her eyes that held understanding betrayed she remembered who I was initially. She remembered me as Max from that day. That was why she had approached, somehow she knew what I was feeling and knew what I would need.
"I...don't know..." I paused, but that wasn't true. I did know at that point. It was simple yet so complicated, enough to cause my head to swim. Lari was me, I was Lari.
"Don't you?" Vivian asked. "It seems to me that what's really happening is your fighting the answers, not the questions."
"I did," I said after a moments pause. "I found myself."
"Alright," Vivian said. "So you found yourself. You found something that made you a happy gutl."
"Yes," I said. "I did. I thought I was happy and then James..."
I trailed off. I didn't want to broach a potentially touchy subject, but Vivian waved that feeling off. She squeezed my hand comfortingly.
"James helped you find it," she finished the sentence for me. "He's done the same for many people, though I doubt he knows it."
I wanted to push for more details, but it didn't seem like the right moment. Instead I poured out all the questions that had been eating me up the last few weeks. All the emotions pooled up suddenly bursting from the seams. It felt amazing, finally letting it out in the open. It felt good having someone to talk to. Someone who seemed so stationary, in the moment. It was also a relief that she understood what I meant. James had helped me find that happiness.
We talked for hours about my experiences as Lari, the gurl. I told her the good and the bad, leaving out some of the more graphic details, but unable to hide the blush as I recounted them in my mind. I felt my own small cock stir as well, but a quick shift and it was hidden.
"Wait, the dean caught you in James's office?" Vivian said. "Damn gurl, your a brave soul."
"Yeah, well that's the last I heard from either of them." I said, indignantly. "He dropped me off back at my dorm apartment and he hasn't been back yet."
"Yeah, after an emotional experience like that, I would want to know what the hell was going on to," Vivian agreed. "This Tom fellow though, he seems nice. Have you tried talking to him?"
"I did," I replied. "I mean a little, he travels a lot for work. A lot of the time, even he's unavailable. I don't hold that against him, but it has made it a bit more lonely."
"You needed a friend," Vivian nodded. "Here, let me finish closing up and we'll go for a walk. We can keep answering those questions you have?"
"Oh, well, I don't want to impose..." I started but Vivian cut me off.
"Nonsense sweety," she said. "I'm enjoying myself and I don't really have much else to do tonight. I'd welcome the company."
"Alright," I said, unable to hide my excitement.
Vivian didn't take long to finish her closing procedures. Since I had been the only customer in all that time. Soon after and we were out into the parking lot. We walked around for a while, talking and sharing experiences. Vivian even opened up about dating James, which she had ended years ago.
"James is a good man, but I found out pretty quickly, it wasn't a serious relationship," Vivian sighed. "I loved spending time with him, and the sex as you probably know, was amazing. It just didn't go anywhere, in the end we agreed to be friends. He and I still hang out sometimes, he never mentions his dates, and I don't mention mine."
"Wow," I said.
I paused, a new question was forming in my mind. I was almost afraid to ask it, but I needed to know.
"You recognized me from that day, it didn't bother you?" I asked.
"No. Why would it bother me?" Vivian asked in turn.
"I don't know," I said truthfully. "For some reason, I've been afraid to let people see me. Afraid they won't accept me."
"It sounds like several people have accepted you already," she said. "Including me."
I felt my face burn red, once again, this time with pride and joy.
"The way I see it, the only person left to accept Lari, is you," Vivian said.
"But what about who I was before, what about being Larry, L A R R Y" I said.
"Larry, Lari, it doesn't matter what you call yourself," Vivian said. "What matters is who you are. They are both you. You aren't going to be any different just because you put on panties and a dress and go by Lari. You have to break that line of thought."
She was right. It all made sense now. I was the same person I'd always been, I just found out more about myself. I was Lari, I was Larry. Lari may be what made me happy now, but Max was never not going to be me. I laughed at my own silliness.
"I hate to break this short, but this is my place," Vivian said, taking me from my thoughts. We were standing outside a house, small but quaint and very well maintained. The failing sunlight dancing off the windows and illuminating a well kept garden in golden orange light.
"Oh, of course," I said. Vivian laughed.
"I mean to say, do you want to come in? I've got wine." She asked
I smiled.
"That does sound fun," I replied.
One glass of wine turned into to two, two turned into a bottle and soon we were swapping stories left and right. Sharing in embarrassing moments and happy memories. Vivian, as it turned out loved, talking sex. She spared no details as she told me about her times with James and the men and women after. James had been her first but it had always been casual with him and when she started harboring feelings for her friend, they saw less and less of each other.
"Her name was Sara," Vivian said, drinking from her glass. "She was gorgeous, funny, and one of the most kind people I had ever met. She was the one who helped me come to terms with myself."
"What happened?" I asked, feeling a confidence boost from the wine.
"Turns out she was married," Vivian frowned, suddenly interested in the stem of the wine glass. "She chose to stay with him."
There was a moment of silence as Vivian reminisced. I didn't say anything, but reached over and gripped her hand. The same way she had comforted me earlier that afternoon. Vivian sighed before flashing me a grateful smile.
"I've never met anyone I felt that way about since," she continued. "I just keep it casual now. Try to go with the flow. Her gift to me though, helping me through my stuff, that I try to pay forward."
"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically. "That sounds rough."
"It was, but that's all behind me now," she said. "How about you?"
"Me?" I giggled. "I've barely gotten into the game. Before there wasn't a lot of people lining up to date me. Until recently, that is. Since I met Tom, it's been a whole different game."
"I can see why." Vivian nodded. "You're feminine and smoking hot in that blouse."
I laughed.
"You think I'm smoking?" I said.
"I do," she replied simply. "I'd fuck you."
I felt the blush. My tiny cock stirred in my panties. It had been excited since we had started talking sex. I shifted, trying to get it to calm down.
"You would?" I asked. I hadn't considered the possibility but now that it was in my head, the idea turned into a kind of hoping she would. Vivian turned to me from her spot on her couch, her eyes sharp as ever. Somehow the blue green had deepened in color and intensity. Not a trace of hesitation in her face as she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
She pulled back but the kiss lingered and I took a moment to process it. As Vivian pulled back she seemed to glow in new light. A beautiful glow that showed a desire I was all too familiar with at this point. I wanted to sate that desire, I wanted her to devour me. The feeling hit me hard, even though it had been growing steadily. I pulled her back in, her mouth eagerly accepting mine.
Her kiss sent sparks flying in my mind, bleeding into my vision. I could see them even through closed eyes. Our hands grasped at each other hungrily, pulling us closer and closer. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I opened them, welcoming her warm breath against mine as out tongues dance with each other. My hands explored her body, finding her firm pert breasts which felt larger than I had anticipated. I continued exploring, her body shifting to help guide my hands where she wanted them to go.
I gasped, causing Vivian to pull back, concerned.
"Nothing...I...you..." I stammered. "It's huge."
"Is that an issue?" Vivian asked, grabbing my hand and placing it back on the big bulge that had popped up in her pants. I breathed shakily as I felt it's girth, it was by far one the biggest I had felt. Never would have I imagined her sporting such a massiveand beautiful cock, let alone one at all.
"No, it's just..." I breathed as Vivian pushed her hand towards my own pulsing bulge. "I wasn't expecting it, and it's so big, I love it!"
"Would you like to see it?" Vivian said. She was smiling amorously. I nodded eagerly. I needed to see how she was able to hide such a monster that I hadn't noticed it. Vivian stood and slowly removed her work slacks, revealing a pair of pink lace thong panties that barely covered half the long shaft. "Yes, yes OMG yes!"
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Sissy Husband
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Posted:Apr 14, 2024 5:56 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:47 am 4920 Views
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So, let me back up. I've been married 20 years. But soon after our wedding, I realized that sex was not going to be quite like I expected because of a few reasons. First, my wife was never much into sex, but yet, she could get into it and do it often enough, and she definitely did great with her mouth. The main problem was my dick size. I could tell she was often frustrated and confused and looking for a better position. But all my life, I've know that I have a tiny one. I mean, out of all of my friends, mine was the smallest.
How do I know this? Because I've scoped out all of them at one point or another. Every single one has a real man dick. Mine is tiny, skinny, small head, and looks very underdeveloped. It's almost 3" at its largest. It's cute when hard, but tiny. Mine is smaller than every guy I've ever seen in the gym showers, or in the bathroom at the urinals. How do I know? Because I always look, even though you're not supposed to, and I'm always the wimpy one with a small wee wee. I can't believe it sometimes how much larger and manly these real men cocks look, with normal sized heads or sometimes huge ones. The head by itself is usually longer than my soft wee wee in its entirety.
Because of my small cock, plus I'm omly 5' 6", I feel like a little sissy husband.
I had always hoped that whoever I married wouldn't have been with many partners so that she wouldn't know exactly what she was missing. But it was just the opposite. About four years after we were married, and were struggling a lot with sex, she told me that her ex-husband was too big and that she would hurt the next day after sex! Too big? Oh my God! Too big, like 10" too big, OMG How humiliated it made me feel! That meant that she knew that I'm tiny! I would never be able to satisfy her.
She also asked me if men's dicks grow bigger as they get older! I knew why she was asking. And it was so humiliating. I felt like a total sissy husband. And I realized her ex was a real man. She even told me that when they were breaking up, he would come over and want to have sex. She didn't want to, but would give in and let him do it to her. And she said "It made me so mad because my body would betray me, my hairless pussy would be wet before he touched me" Oh my gosh. I knew what she meant! She would have orgasms without even wanting to! Whereas with me, even when she wanted to, it was difficult or impossible. How humiliating! How big could his have been? Way too big? Turned my sweet wife into a cock loving slut!
That was the day I decided that I needed to buy some panties and allow myself to feel like a gurly husband instead of a real man. I started shaving my lower half ever so often so that my panties would look good on me. I also thought that maybe with no hair over my tiny cock, it would look bigger. But I was wrong. It only made me look like a little boy down there. What a sissy!
At this point early in the marriage, the only sex we ever had was when she made a move on me, mostly just because she felt we "need" to do it. She was never much into sex, but could enjoy it well enough. But I never could come on to her because I knew that she didn't really love my little "clitty". So I couldn't get hard until she touched me and sucked me. So, that made me always wait for her to make the first move, which she got tired of and wondered why I never did it. It was because I felt like a wimp. And I started going limp during sex, knowing that it wasn't pleasing her much and feeling like a sissy husband. Sometimes I could stay hard if I imagined her previous husband really giving it to her, and her getting juicy and screaming in ecstasy. Wow. I've never been able to do that to anyone! And other times I would just go limp and we'd have to stop. What a sissy.
So, then began 9 years of no sex. I thought about it a lot, but always chickened out to make a move. And she stopped making the move altogether. So, no sex. Every week I'd get horny, and instead of just going to my wife to have sex, I'd run to play with my little clitty. I now like playing with my clitty more than having sex with a woman. I no longer feel like a real man, but only a sissy. I run to my computer and my little pocket vibrator, and I put my little clitty in the pocket and get myself hard, looking at sissy porn. Either shemales, or sissies with little dicks, or lesbian shemales, or sometimes guys touching dicks together, or guys sucking and humping. But always with cocks involved. I like cocks now better than pussy.
I've always been a dick watcher. Guys in the shower at football practice, or the gym, or even in bathrooms. Every time I go to a public restroom I look over at the guys peeing next to me to see how big they are. And guess what. They are always bigger than me! I have the tiniest wee wee every single time! It's so humiliating, as I remember that I'm just a little 140 pound sissy man. I even look at men's crotches out in public to see what they're packing. What a little cock loving faggot I turned out to be, right?
So, now, with no sex for so long, I just jack off like a little sissy boi. A lot of the time, I even rub it like a girl would, in circles, or up and down with palm down and two fingers. I've started even playing with my clitty while my wife sits next to me on the couch, about two feet over with my leg bent up a bit. I get horny and go put on my pink thong panties. Very discreetly so my wife doesn't see, I rub my little clitty like a girl for a while. Then I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick my hand to use my spit to rub myself, the whole time trying not to get caught.
The other day I got close to cumming and began to decide whether to leave the room so she wouldn't see me shaking or something. But then I thought, No, since I'm such a sissy husband, I deserve to sit here and cum on myself and clean myself up. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. And when the time came, I came in my hand. And did the unthinkable. I brought my hand up very slowly to my mouth, with my wife sitting there watching TV, and I licked all the yummy cum out of my hand. I wiped some of the extra off my soft clitty and licked that too. And I just kept sitting there watching TV, knowing that I'm the opposite of a real man. A real man would have just made his wife have sex. But not me. I just played with myself and made myself feel so good.
About three months ago, my wife came onto me on the couch. I could tell she wanted to have sex, so I ran to the bathroom and took a little penis pill, which she doesn't know I have, so I could get it up with a woman without having to fight the mental side so hard. And we did it. We had sex twice that night on the couch, and afterward, she said "Wow, I'm proud of you. You got it up sissy boi." Oh my gosh. She's been thinking all these years that I can't get it up---that I'm a little weak wimp of a husband. How embarrassing.
Also, while we were making out, she rubbed my smooth butt and exclaimed, "You need to stop shaving your butt. Men are supposed to have hair." I responded, "I'm not shaving it." Because it's permanently smooth from the laser removal. She said, "Oh, I guess men lose their hair as they get older, because you used to have hair."
Did you catch that? I haven't had hair on my butt for 12 years, but she's not realized it. That's because she never touches me, doesn't look at me naked in the bathroom, and does not like my body.(I actually have a cute body: thin up top, short, but with really feminine legs---toned but skinny. My legs are so feminine that she makes fun of them. They look like girl legs, especially because they're smooth. From the waist down, I could pass for a girl, even with my little tiny clitty which fits perfectly inside my panties.
The other thing I realized that night is that a few days prior that same week, her ex-husband had called her for the first time in 20 years, to talk about some nonsense business matter. She avoided him for a day or two, but finally decided to answer. And that was that. However, think about it! Out of nine years, the week she comes on to me is two days after speaking with her ex-husband, the real man with the real man's dick! That's too coincidental. She was obviously stimulated by the memories of her ex, the real man who used to make her feel good all over.
And then there is me. I've turned into a total sissy boi. A gurl, really. I've been rubbing my little cock like a gurl clitty almost all the time. I've also been eating my own cum every time I play with it. Usually, I put my legs over my head and squirt onto my face and mostly in my mouth. In the past, I always thought about doing that but always chickened out after cumming. But now, I make myself do it because I'm so tiny and gay.
One time I bought a flesh-textured penis extension thinking I might sneak it on while making love to my wife, like a surprise. But then I decided that she'd feel it and would freak out. I chickened out. And then guess what I started doing with the dildo extender. Yep...using it on myself. I had first touched my boi pussy before I was married, and had enjoyed that for a while. But never a dildo. The first time I used it, I was pumping myself slowly, all lubed up. Then I did it faster and was feeling so good. But it got so intense that my little dick went limp. I got on my knees and sat on the dildo and bounced up and down. I started bouncing really hard and fast. My limp clitty was flopping all over while I was bouncing on the dick like a woman. All of a sudden I started feeling an orgasm coming. I wasn't even touching my clitty, but I was about to cum. I thought oh no, I'm about to cum like a girl, just from having a man's dick inside me! I kept riding hard and fast and bam! My totally limp sissy dick started spraying cum all over me and all over the room, flinging cum droplets everywhere, flopping limp and flinging sissy cum all over! I couldn't believe it. I came from only having a dick inside me. It made me feel like a total woman. I knew that no real man would ever have done that. And I loved it.
Afterwards, I looked online for limp dicks cumming like that and saw that there's a term for it---a analgasm. I had a analgasm!
I think now I want to be with a man. I want a real man to make love to me. I want him to hold me, kiss me on the lips, and rub his big man dick on my tiny little boi dick. I want us to hump each other standing up, bouncing our dicks on each other. I want to sleep with the man, all night, in bed, nude, holding each other. I want to be romantic with a man, looking at each other in the eyes, rubbing each other, rolling around the bed together. I want the man to put his big meat inside my little hole. I want to feel it. I want him to fuck me like I'm a gurl. I want him to put my legs up with my little wee wee pointing toward my face. It will be so hard. I always get so hard when a man is inside me. I will probably cum without touching myself. I'll cum like a little sissy just from having a man go in and out of me.
I want to then bounce up and down on the man's real man dick. I want to bounce and bounce and bounce like a woman, while my tiny clitty is flopping all over the place, having gone limp. My limp clitty will probably be flinging cum everywhere, flopping like a little tiny sissy limp dick while I ride the man. Then I hope he will come inside me so I can feel it. I want to be kissing him as he cums in me, really making love to him and making the man feel good like real men should feel. And he can cum all in me as we lay there kissing like lovers. That makes me gay. So gay. I want the cum to run down my legs after we get up. I want to remember that the real man has made me his gurlfriend. I want to go put my pink panties on now and refresh my makeup and lipstick, so the man can cuddle with me properly.
I can no longer get hard for women. Because I'm a faggot. I am totally gay now. I am about to cum in my pants now at work. My office door is locked. I'm totally nude except for my thong panties. I'm rubbing my clitty through my panties, in circles, and also with palm down and 2 fingers. And I plan to eat my own cum after I squirt my little boi load in my panties.
I am a real sissy husband. Right?
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Master for Lari
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Posted:Apr 13, 2024 6:09 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:47 am 4963 Views
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I was also chatting a lot on TS gurls and striking up regular conversations with dominant men hoping that someone would take me on as their sissy submissive.
One day, a particular dominant piqued my interest. He lived nearby, was slightly older than I and was looking for a submissive that preferred sexy and hot fashions.
He wasn't pushy, we chatted about music and films and there was a lot of flirting. There was no 'What are U wearing?' or 'Do U meet?' neanderthal approaches. Just great online conversations.
We chatted online on a few occasions until early one evening we moved on to more serious matters.
Peter: So come on, tell me. As a sub, who owns you Lari?
Lari: No one.
Peter: That surprises me. Would you like to be owned.
Lari: I think so, but that depends.
Peter: On what?
Lari: Meeting the right person I guess. If I can please them, if they are not just play acting or fantasising. A real dominant man, with a big cock.
Peter: May we talk on the phone and might I know where you live? Would you mind sending me an email with your details?
Why not, I thought. Hesitating only briefly, I switched from the chat tab to the email tab and sent him my address and mobile telephone number.
My phone rang almost immediately.
"Hello Lari. This is Peter. How are you feeling?"
I giggled, like a little gurl "Not sure. OK so far."
His voice had a calm, even tone. Like a friendly newsreader or audio book narrator.
"No need to be nervous. I won't eat you alive," he laughed.
"Shame," came my gut reaction response.
We both laughed easily on the phone. After a few more pleasantries about work and the weather, he came out with it.
"Now I am not going to ask you 'What are you wearing' as I know that you are probably dressed, made up and I know from our chats that you are little cock is caged. What I want to know is this; What would you say if I came round now for a quick drink to see if we get along?"
I swallowed. Shit, this was going a bit fast! It was only ten minutes from me sending my details to this domonant man!
"Erm...OK. I'll be waiting by the front door for you."
"Waiting how?"
"Ready to open the door for you and welcome you in."
"In that case I'll see you in about 20 minutes then."
"See you soon Peter, Sir."
I changed from my casual 1970's style front button up dress into a front zip, black pencil skirt and see through sheer blouse with a lace collar. My girdle and tan stockings were tight, smooth and run-free, pink thong panties and I opted to leave my marabou high heeled mules on. It was, after all, a weekday evening and it was just a quick visit to see if we get along.
Just to see if we hit it off - right?
I checked my makeup and hair and breathed deeply while staring at myself in the mirror.
"Breathe deeply sissy boi. Stay calm," I told myself.
Downstairs once more, I set out two clean cups, the teapot and a small jug of milk on a tray, put the kettle onto boil and headed to the front door, checking myself nervously again in the hallway mirror.
"Breathe deeply. Stay calm, this might be the stud I need, badly" I told myself once more as I closed my eyes to gather my nerves.
It was only a few minutes wait before I saw the headlights of his Mercedes pull up to the front drive and heard a car's powerful engine shut off. The lights went out and I could hear a car door opening and closing.
The loud of steps on the flagstone and then the doorbell rang.
I swallowed my nerves, smoothed down my skirt and opened the door.
"Hello Lari. How wonderful to meet you in person," said Peter as he stepped inside.
"Hello Sir," I replied meekly, "Please come in."
I stepped aside as he walked a couple of steps into the hallway, He looked me up and down, smiled and then leaning forward, gently kissed my cheek.
He whispered into my ear, "Well don't you look lovely? I love your choice."
I felt myself blushing as he stepped around me and gestured towards the living room.
"Sorry, yes. Where are my manners. Please do go in and make yourself comfortable."
He smiled again and walked into the living room while I headed into the kitchen, reboiled the kettle and filled the teapot like a good gurl.
When I entered the living room he was scrutinising my audio system. As I placed the tray down on the coffee table, he turned around to watch me as I bent and fussed with the tea cups.
"Nice setup," he stated.
"Sorry?" I asked looking back over my shoulder at him.
"Your system."
"It is. I like my music," I replied as I sat down on the sofa, smoothing my skirt on my thin legs and gently feeling the erotic thrill as I ran my hands down to my knees.
He watched my hands and smiled again before coming to sit down next to me. He placed his large hand over my small hand and, intertwining our fingers, he ran our joined hands up and down my knees and up to my skirt hem.
"Tell me what else you like Lari? I like what I see so far. I like it very much indeed."
He let go of my hand and started to caress my neck and ear.
Jesus, he was turning me on so much, I could feel my little cock straining in my cage.
"I like lots of things Sir. I like tight, restrictive foundation wear. I like proper nylon stockings and classic outfits," he nodded and continued rubbing my skin in small, tantalising circles, "I like dressing formally and being told what to do Sir."
"Formally for going out?" he asked gently.
"Going out, cleaning, laundry..."
"Serving?" he interrupted.
I looked down and shyly whispered my response, "I'd like that yes."
"Pardon? I didn't catch that."
"Yes Master, I'd like to dress as a formal maid and serve someone special", I repeated as I continued to look down at my feet.
He lifted my head with his hand and turned my face to his, "Don't be afraid sissy. I understand. I am looking for the same thing."
With that he kissed me. A peck first and then he pressed his lips to mine fully and we started kissing. I couldn't help myself any longer and, throwing my arms around his neck, kissed him hard and deep.
We kissed like that for a good few minutes before he peeled my arms from his shoulders and leaned back.
"How about that tea?" he asked.
Trying to calm myself, I poured the tea, added milk and passed him a cup.
"Thank you Lari," he said as he took the cup from my feminine trembling hands.
Over tea he asked me about some mundane things. How long had I lived here, did I enjoy the house, what did I think of the area.
"How are your neighbours?" he inquired, taking a drink from his cup.
"Oh they are fine. They have seen me come and go dressed and have never said a word. I'm not sure whether they know it's me and accept it or whether they think I am a lady visitor. My neighbours are a nice retired couple and I have nodded the odd greeting to the lady across the road. I think she goes away on business a lot."
He smiled, nodded and put his cup down on the tray.
"And when they see me coming and going regularly?" he asked.
"Oh..I...," I blinked and then shrugged, "...I'm not sure," I replied looking over at him questioningly.
"And what about you and I both coming and going together?" he pressed as he leaned forward.
I looked back to the floor, "I have no idea."
"I think we should find out. Don't you?"
Placing his hand on my knee, he looked at my legs and started rubbing his hands up to the hem of my skirt. He looked up deep into my eyes as he pushed the hem above the top of my stocking and started exploring between my thighs, running his hands over the welt and toying with the suspender clips.
He started kissing me again as he explored my thong panties and cage. My panties were wet with pre-cum and were getting wetter as we kissed deeply. His exploring fingers teased my tight boi pussy.
I so wanted him, now, yes I'm a slut!
I continued to moan with pleasure as I nibbled his lips. I reached across and started rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. I was in heaven and wanted him to know how much he was arousing me. I wanted to touch him, to caress him, to let him know what I was feeling.
We broke our kiss and, encircling my pantied cage firmly with his hand he said, "I am going to visit you regularly Lari. I am going to stay over some nights. I am going to take you out and show you off as my slut. I am going to tell you what to do and what to wear. Would you like that slave gurl?"
I continued feeling his cock and nodded.
"Say it," he commanded.
"I'd like you to visit me whenever you like. To tell me what to do. To tell me what to wear. To serve you and be yours Master," I breathed lustily as I rubbed his hard cock.
Abruptly he said, "More tea Lari I think," as he suddenly let go of my cage and leaned back again.
Somewhat surprised at the abrupt change, I turned to refresh our cups. When I turned back however, Peter had undone his trousers and pulled out his very large cock.
With a sharp intake of breath I leaned over to kiss him once more as I started caressing his cock. I ran my nails teasingly over the huge mushroom head of his cock and up and down his shaft. I circled his cock with my small hand and gently pulled up and down, wanking him lovingly.
I felt his breath quicken as we kissed until I kicked off my mules, got down to my knees between his legs and started to kiss and lick his beautiful cock.
I could feel the stockings taut on my legs, my girdle holding me tightly, my stainless steel cage getting tighter as I set to pleasing Peter.
I wanted to please him so much. I would happily do this all day and all night, I thought.
I pulled up my skirt revealing my stocking tops and suspender clips so that I could kneel closer to the floor to get all of him into my cock sucking mouth.
"Someone's done this before," he breathed throatily as I pulled back his foreskin fully and flicked my tongue over the head of his gorgeous hard cock.
"Mm mhmm," I mumbled as I started working greedily on him.
Up and down with my eager tongue and lips, getting him wetter and slicker as I worked on his cock. Up the shaft and around the head. Up and down, around and around with my tongue and lips, kissing, sucking, nibbling before I took as much as I could into my mouth.
"I could watch you do this all night," he sighed.
"Watching you like this, Your sexy stockinged feet on show," he groaned as I glanced up at him, watching his face as I pleased him.
Hearing this I shifted position to make sure that he could see the bottom of my girdle and so that he could see the stockings on my feet as I noisily sucked him, my head moving up and down faster and with greater urgency and desire.
I could feel him shifting in his seat as he started thrusting into my eager mouth and down my throat.
"Fuck yes, that's it my sissy boi," he groaned as he slapped the seat with his hands.
"Keep going. Don't you dare stop sissy. Fuuuck," he moaned as I felt his huge cock twitch and he reached the exquisite, primal point of no return.
"Yes...argh...oh God .......yes," he cried. He grasped my head in his hands and held me tight as he came in massive, powerful spurts deep into my mouth.
His cum dribbled out of the side of my lips but I held his cock gently in my mouth trying to keep it all in. I wanted to taste and savour it all. I loved sucking his cock, this was the best reason for living, serving a real man.
He sighed with satisfaction as I looked up at him and swallowed his yummy cum.
He shivered and tickle-laughed as I rolled my tongue around the head of his now sensitive and still hard cock before I lifted my head and let go of him. I used my fingers to collect the cum from my lips and chin. Shifting back onto my heels I smiled at him before licking them clean.
"Was that OK Master?" I asked, grinning.
"That was fantastic Lari, yes. We are off to a very pleasing start my precious cock sucker."
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead as he refastened his trousers.
"More tea Master?", he laughed.
I broke into laughter too, got to my feet, wriggled my skirt back into position, slipped on my mules and took the tray back into the kitchen to make a fresh pot.
"Is there anything else to go with the tea?" he called from the living room
"Of course," I called back in reply.
Once I had sorted the tea, I took a whisky glass down from the cupboard and carried this all back to him.
I passed him a fresh cup of tea and felt his eyes following me as I walked into the dining room and brought back a couple of bottles of single malt.
I poured a small measure into the glass and handed it to him.
"Sorry but I have no ice at the moment."
"Hmmm. Make sure that you have some for next time sissy slave," he warned.
I nodded and sat down on the floor leaning me head against his knee.
He sat forward and took a sip of his tea and then sniffed his whisky.
Placing his hand upon my head, he mused out loud, "So. Given that we seem to be getting on rather well, I should point out a few things," he began.
"You need to learn to bow and curtsy correctly Lari," he said as he swirled the whisky around the glass.
"You need to address me as Master or Sir every time you reply to me, or ask me anything. Do you understand?"
I tilted my head back to look at him, "Yes Master," came my reply.
"Call me Sir or Master even when we are out together or in private company," he continued taking a small sip of the whisky.
My eyes opened wide in surprise.
"Yes Sir," I blurted quickly to try and cover my surprise.
"I'll need a door key and your chastity keys as well sissy slave."
"But my chastity key is locked away Master," as I went on to explain the lockbox and the phone app.
"How delightful!" he laughed, "Please fetch me the box."
Leaving him to his whisky, I got to my feet, bowed my head and rushed upstairs to fetch the box from the bottom of the wardrobe. On my way back I took a spare front door key from the hallway table, before I returned to the living room.
Attempting a curtsy, I placed the key and the lockbox on the coffee table in front him.
He nodded and then stood up, draining the last of his whisky as he got to his feet. He stepped close to me and kissed me on the lips, fully and gently.
"I'll see you very soon my sissy. Very soon indeed," he said as he picked up both the key and the box. He then walked into the hall and out of the door leaving me standing transfixed and dumbstruck where I was.
I desperately wanted to see Peter, my Master, my owner again.
Soon, I hoped.
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Neighbors
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Posted:Apr 12, 2024 4:26 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:47 am 4767 Views
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While visiting my neighbor's house i would ask to use the bathroom, once in the bathroom i able to search the laundry hamper for Olive's panties, just so I could strip nude and try them on. Posing in front of the large mirror, getting so excited and seeing my little cock start to grow. Once I left the bathroom, I would look through their open bedroom doorway and wonder what went on in there.
A few days later I was walking home, and I spotted Olive leaving the local supermarket carrying a bag of groceries, i ran over and asked her if I could help carry her bag. She said yes please, I took the bag from her, and we started to walk home. Olive asked me how i was and if i had enjoyed myself the other day, I told her it was my best day ever.
She said she was glad I had enjoyed myself and informed me that she had a present for me in one of the bags I was carrying. God this woman did turn me on.
When we reached Olive's, she invited me in, and I helped her unpack her shopping. In the bag i was unpacking i found a pair of stockings, they were pink colored thigh highs. Olive saw me looking and asked if I liked my present. I told her I loved them.
Olive then told me she was going to change into something more comfortable, and while she was gone, I was to strip nude and put on the stockings, she had bought for me.
As I watched Olive walked out of the room, I could not take my eyes off of her perfect butt, she looked so sexy. Once alone I took off all my clothes apart from my underwear and rolled the stockings up and slid them up my smooth shaved legs, the feeling was erotic and electric, but this time it was extra special as this pair had been bought for me by my gorgeous sexy 28 year old neighbor.
When Olive returned, she looked a vision of loveliness, she was wearing a very short nightdress and a long open negligee with a white suspender belt and tan stockings pink thong panties and white high heeled shoes, I just stood open mouthed.
Olive asked me what I thought, I told her she looked gorgeous, just then she noticed I was still wearing my boy underpants, she told me in a stern voice to remove them, then told me I really needed some panties to go with my stockings. So, she proceeded to remove her panties and handed them to me and told me to put them on. As I took the panties from her, I was shaking as I put them on, they felt wonderful against my little cock and small balls.
Olive then sat herself on the settee and told me to lay across her lap, when I asked why she said that, you did not strip fully nude when I told you to and kept your boy underwear on so I must punish you, sissy boi!
So, there I was dressed in pink thigh highs, wearing Olive's pink thong panties, laid across her full stocking clad thighs as she began to spank me. I thought this was going to be a sexy thing, but the spanking she administered to my bare butt was very firm. Olive spanked me so hard I started to cry like a baby, once I burst into tears Olive's demeanour changed and she became loving again, she pulled down the front of her nightdress and had me suckle on her pert breasts, as I sucked she soothed me and in between my sobs she told me I must always be a good gurl and do as I am told.
Olive told me both she and her husband were very fond of me, I told her I had fancied her since the day we moved in next door. She then asked me about my thoughts on her husband, I told her my innermost secrets, I had for a while thought I might be gay, but I loved females too much for that to be so. Then one day I came to terms with fact I was in-fact a bi-sexual crossdresser, I had over time worn all my mother's clothes and just loved being dressed. As for her handsome husband, I told Olive I first realised how sexy he was when I heard his Canadian accent and the fact he always dressed smartly.
Olive just smiled at me and kissed me fully on the lips, I responded eagerly and told her I loved her, and could I please kiss her hairless pussy? Olive smiled at me and shuffled forward on the couch to allow me access to her smooth pussy. I knelt in front of this goddess and leaned in to kiss her pussy and lick her clit, she was so damp and responded straight away and it did not take long for her first orgasm to come.
When she came Olive lifted my head up and kissed me fully on the lips. Then she stood and told me to follow her into their bedroom.
Once we were in the bedroom Olive pushed me back onto her bed and began to suck my tiny cock which was rock hard. Then Olive asked me if I would like to make love to her with my tiny but very hard cock.
I told her I wanted nothing more, so she lay on her back, and I climbed on top of her, as soon as I entered all 3" into her, I thought I was about to come, I was too excited. Olive told me to slow down sissy boi and enjoy the moment. I started to slowly move in and out of her, her pussy was like a velvet glove on me. We made love until I started to come, but Olive insisted I kept going until she had her orgasm. Olive came soon after me, I got off of her and rolled on my back, Olive almost followed me, but stopped to take my tiny cock in her mouth, she sucked all the juices of me then kissed me lovingly. The taste on her lips of her pussy juice and my cum was divine. After we finished kissing Olive told me to eat her pussy again, I was reluctant at first but soon began cleaning her pussy and bringing her to another orgasm.
Olive told me it turned her on to have me clean her pussy and maybe one day she would let me clean up after her stud husband had made love to her.
We got ourselves cleaned up, Olive told me to keep her panties and my stockings on under my jeans and to throw my all my boy underwear in the trash. She promised to take me shopping for sexy thong panties.
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Punishment for Lari
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Posted:Apr 11, 2024 5:53 am
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Monday morning I woke with a feeling of dread. My mother came into my room at 6.30
"Come on Lari. It takes women longer to get ready than men. You'll soon get used to it. Now, shower, shave every where and meet me in the spare room."
After that was done I walked into the spare room and saw what lay in wait for me.
A pink thong panties, pink bra and pink thigh highs.
"They are perfect for a sissy boi" Mom said.
I slowly dressed in the soft, unfamiliar clothes. A sexy pink bra with lacy cups came next. Mom put silicone breasts with huge nipples in the cups.
Then she showed me how to put on the sexy pink thigh highs. These felt absolutely amazing on my smooth hairless legs. I had often heard women complaining about wearing thigh highs. I couldn't understand why.
She had me put on a cream nylon blouse. I had trouble with the buttons as they were the wrong way around. Why are they like that? It was soft and smooth. I never realised that women's clothes could feel so good, so feminine.
She gave me a pink pleated skirt, very, very short, and a pair of low-heeled court shoes to finish off my outfit. Then she sat me down at the dressing table in front of the large mirror.
"Watch carefully. I will do this for the first few days, then you can do your own hair and makeup."
She worked magic on my face. Brushes of powder here and there. Eyeliner, blusher and lipstick. I never knew how much work went into making a gurl look pretty. To my horror. That's what I was. She combed my hair into something she called a pixie style, and a pretty teenage gurl looked back at me.
"You know Lari, if I wasn't your mother I would swear you were a girl."
Before I had time to think, she gave me a pink handbag and rushed me out of the door to walk to the William's house. I was terrified. The sound of my heels clicking, the zipping noise my legs made as my nylon covered thighs rubbed together were all foreign to me. I could feel a light breeze blow up my short skirt, revealing my cute butt. I felt strangely sexy and vulnerable.
A mother pushing a baby towards me. I was expecting her to laugh and point. She just nodded and said "Good morning sweety" to me. I was convincing. This may not be as bad as I thought.
Any feeling of relief left me when I saw a group of young women standing outside Janet's house. They screamed and surround me at the gate. The pulled and pinched me and insulted me.
"Sissy boi faggot". "Are you wearing my panties?" "Oh, my boyfriend would love to make you a real woman." "Now you know how the other half lives."
"Who's a pretty boi then?"
I felt a hand grope my butt cheeks. Then Mrs Williams came to my rescue and dragged me inside.
"Good, you made it. Let me lay down a few ground rules sissy boi. You will obey me and every member of this family at all times. If not, I will tell Justice Mary Dubois that you tried to assault me."
"What! She would never believe you." I said panicking.
"Ha! She is a goof friend of mine. Who do you think persuaded her to offer you this punishment? She was all for sending you to the city court."
She let this sink in. What was her motive? I'm sure I wouldn't like it.
"Right, you look very pretty. Much better than I had hoped. BUT you are going to be a servant here, so you need a uniform. Follow me."
I followed her upstairs. She was wearing a tight black skirt and high-heeled leather boots. I found the sight very exciting, watching her bottom move in the tight skirt. Then a thought came into my head. I wondered if her underwear was a sexy as mine. This made me fill a lot less manly..
When we got to the master bedroom, she rummaged in a wardrobe and fished out a short maid's dress. It looked like one I had seen some of the women wear at a Halloween party. I had puffy sleeves trimmed with lace and the skirt stood out almost horizontally. It was kept that way by the sewn in net petticoat.
"You can't expect me to wear that?"
She slapped me hard around the face.
"You listen to me, you little sissy bastard. For what you did to my , I want you to suffer. She cried for hours after. Now you will know what being embarrassed feels like every day for the next 3 months. No strip!"
I was shocked. I did as she said. When I was down to my bra and panties she said.
"No, no, no. What is it with young women today. Ladies wear stockings. Thigh highs are for sluts."
She got a suspender belt out of her drawer and handed me it along with a pair of seamed pink stockings. After a few minutes instruction. I managed to get the seams straight and she made sure the straps went under my panties.
For the next 3 hours, she made me vacuum the whole house. I felt ridiculous, but only Mrs Williams saw me. That was until Janet arrived with two of her friends. I turned red as she and her friends cat called me and made rude comments. Mrs Williams smiled, seeing my embarrassment.
Janet went upstairs, and her mother called out.
"I'll send the sissy maid up with milk and cookies in a few minutes."
Great I thought more teasing. Five years in prison and a ruined life didn't seem that bad now.
I carefully knocked on the door and said. " Your milk and cookies, Miss Williams."
Her friend Sarah opened the door. She was a stunning blond wearing a mini skirt. Her other friend Debbie was a red haired tomboy. She thought my short dress was most amusing. She kept fluffing up my petticoats.
I put the tray down and went to leave.
"Wait a moment Lari.. We were just saying we can't call you Lari. Not a pretty little thing like you. We have decided to call you "slut slave". Do you like it?"
What could I say.
"Er yes, er ok Miss. Can I go now?"
"One more thing. Sarah has donated some underwear to you. Look!"
She held up a pink scrap of lace and frills.
"Oh er. Than... thank you."
I went to take it from her and she pulled back.
"Aren't you going to see if they fit.? Girls can change their pantiess without showing anything while wearing a skirt. Go on, try them on slut slave."
"Try them of now or I will tell her you flashed us."
What could I do? I slipped my panties down, revealing my tiny cock, and stepped carefully into the new pink ones. As I pulled them up snug, the girls erupted into laughter.
"Come here slut slave and stand in front of us, with your hands on your head. How long is your tiny clitty?"
"Almost 3" when it's big and hard."
Sarah laughed and then touched my arm and said.
"How do the new panties feel on your tiny clitty? Do they feel a little damp? You know, between your skinny legs. Sissy boi!"
I did notice that but decide not to say anything.
Sarah turned and gave me a flash of her beautiful bare ass.
They were the ones I was just wearing. Janet bet me she could get you into my panties within 10 minutes of you walking into the room. I got a little excited at the thought. Sorry."
All three burst into laughter.
I turned beet red and went to remove the new panties. Now they all knew that i had a tiny cock and wasn't a real man.
"Oh no slut slave, You keep them on. Get back downstairs. I'm sure mom has more work for you." Said Janet.
I slowly descended the stairs. The next 3 months were going to be an eternity.
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Pizza Delivery
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Posted:Apr 10, 2024 2:17 am
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Lari used his feet to slip his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. He kicked them to the side and now stood before Diana with his matching panties and bra on full display. Diana kicked her skirt to the side so she was almost nude too.
"Oooh! Pantyhose!" Diana said when she saw him without his pants.
Lari blushed and nodded. "I've loved to wear pantyhose since the first time I put them on," he admitted.
Diana laughed. "Me, too. Again, they made this unsexy gurl feel sexy!"
Lari looked at her in her panties and pantyhose. "I think you are very sexy," he said quietly.
Diana dropped to her knees in front of him. "Pretty, pretty panties," she said softly as she ran her fingertips softly across his lower torso, admiring his pink thong panties with dark pink lace trim. There was a tiny pink bow, just like the one on his bra, on the front waistband of the panties, just above the base of his small hard clitty. The panties and hose were holding his tiny cock against his body, stretched to the side.
Lari moaned again when he felt her fingers run along his hard pantyhose and panty covered thin shaft. He was afraid he might cum if she rubbed him much more.
But she didn't. For now Diana seemed to want to touch him, to feel his hosed legs and his nylon clad bubble butt and torso. She grabbed his hips to turn him around so that his back was to her.
"Such a cute, sexy butt," she whispered as she ran her hands over his cheeks and hips. Lari moaned again when she grabbed his hips and pulled his ass back against her face. He thought for sure he might cum when he felt her rub her lips and cheeks around on his nylon covered ass.
She stood and put her arms around him, her hands over his bra cups. "You are so sexy!" she whispered hotly as she pinched his sensitive nipples and pushed her big cock against his perfect sissy butt. She lowered one hand to the front of his panties.
Lari tried to move her hand away from his tiny clitty, but it was too late. Just as she wrapped her fingers around it he felt the first pulse.
Diana felt it, too. She could feel his clitty pumping cum into his panties. "Oh, shit, baby! Are you cumming in your panties? Oh, fuck, that's so hot! You're cumming for me?"
Lari was embarrassed. But he couldn't stop it. He stood there, his shame building as shot after shot of cum exploded out of his swollen little mushroom head.
"I'm sorry Diana," he gasped. "I couldn't help it. You touching me... I've never been touched like that... wearing hose... I got too excited... I'm so sorry!"
Diana kept his grip on his clitty as the last of the hard pulses shot through it. She hugged him tight to her, pressing as much of herself against his back as she could.
"Oh, baby, baby, don't be sorry," she whispered. "It's so hot! Mmmmm, I love that!" she cooed as she rubbed her hand over the front of his hose and panties. She could feel the dampness under the two layers of nylon.
She slowly sank to her knees again and grabbed his hips to turn him back around. She held his hips and ran her tongue around the outline of his tiny cock, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of his hose and panties. She pulled them down just enough to get her tongue on his clitty to lick some of the cum into her mouth.
"You taste so good," she said softly as she pulled his hose and panties down a little more. She continued to lick him, tasting the yummy cum he'd spewed in his sexy pink panties. She sucked his small helmet head into her mouth and felt a gush of cum ooze out onto her tongue.
She pulled his hose and panties up as she stood and pushed her lips against his, her tongue against his lips. Lari opened his mouth when he felt her tongue. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, and Lari could taste the wonderful flavor of his cum. He'd tasted it many times after he jacked off. But it was so much sexier this time!
Diana wrapped her arms around Lari's neck to hold him in the passionate kiss. Lari put his arms around her chest and hugged her to him. He could feel her pushing her panty and hose clad torso against his. He could feel the wet mess of his cum in his panties.
Diana slid her hands down his body and put them on his firm ass. She pulled him to her and humped her hips, pushing her big cock against his.
Lari broke the kiss and started to slowly slide down her body until he was on his knees in front of her. He looked at the almost sheer panties that matched the almost sheer bra she was wearing. He could see that she was shaved smooth. He could see her cock, and the moisture seeping from it, and the wet spot in her panties and hose. He could see her big swollen head trying to peek out.
He looked at the beautiful cock barely concealed by two layers of sheer nylon. He'd never been this close to a real, live cock before. Neither of his two dates had resulted in any kind of sexual play.
He pushed his face into her thigh gap. Diana gasped and spread her feet apart. She put her hands on his head and pulled his lips tight against her nylon covered cock. Lari put his hand on her soft ass cheeks and pulled her tight against his mouth.
"Ohh!" Diana yipped when she felt him licking her hose and panties. She spread her thighs apart and pulled his head in. "Mmmmm, yeah, oh, yeah, lick my big balls sissy boi," she groaned.
Lari could feel her hips rocking, pushing her hard cock against his open mouth and probing tongue. He could taste her precum juices that had seeped through her panties and soaked her hose. He pushed his tongue hard against her, rubbing her big mushroom head with his tongue. He was glad for all those hours he'd spent reading stories describing men sucking cock... and loving it.
He mimicked her actions- he put his hands on her hips and turned her around so he could rub his hands and face and tongue all over her round hose covered ass. He pushed his tongue hard against her crack, and Diana moaned and pushed her ass back against his face.
Lari slowly stood, still behind her, and reached around her to pinch her nipples, much like she had done to him. Diana's body shuddered when he pinched both of her sensitive nipples. He bit gently on her neck and slid a hand down to her hard cock.
Diana moaned when he bit her neck, pinched her nipples and curled his fingers into the crotch of her hose all at the same time.
"Oh Lari!" she gasped. "Oh, that feel so good! So good!" she moaned.
Lari pulled her ass back against his crotch. Even though his small dick was only half hard, since it was confined in his panties and hose he still had a nice little bulge that pushed into her ass crack.
Diana raised her arms over her head and put them around his neck. "Lari, you're going to make me cum!" she whispered as she pushed her ass back against his small bulge, then forward against his hand.
"Good!" he whispered hotly in her ear. "I want you to cum for me stud boi," he told her. "Mmmmm, let me make you cum."
A fairly continuous moan was coming from Diana's mouth as Lari continued to pinch her nipple and caress her beautiful cock while he pushed his bulge against her ass.
He knew she was close. Her movements were jerky, not smooth. Her breath was coming in small gasps going in and high pitched yips going out. He could feel her thighs gripping and releasing his hand. He could feel the crotch of her hose getting even wetter from precum and hotter.
Suddenly she put one hand over his hand on her nipple and the other over the hand in her thigh gap. Her legs went rigid, then started to tremble. She stopped breathing in mid-squeal. Her body arched away from his.
Lari leaned back and used the hand between her legs to lift her off her feet. She curled her legs up, rubbing her hosed feet and legs against his hosed legs.
"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!" she almost screamed when the peak of her orgasm finally hit and she started to slide down the other side.
Lari felt a flood of hot delicious cum gush out of her, coating his hand, soaking her nylon clad thighs. Her knees spread wide, then slapped together, then spread again. He felt a wave of sexuality sweep over him when he realized he'd just made a gurl have an orgasm for the first time in his life!
She finally put her feet back on the floor to help support her weight. Lari still kept a firm grip on her, using her crotch as a handle to make sure she didn't collapse to the floor.
Diana turned her face to the side and put her hand on the back of his head to pull his mouth to hers.
"Oh, my, God Lari I'm not sure I've ever had a cum that hard! Thank you!" she gasped as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
"There's more where that came from," Lari smiled, his confidence growing.
Diana turned her body to face him as they kissed. She put her arms around his neck as he put his hand on her ass. Her body jerked when he pushed the bulge in his panties against her big cock.
"We need to eat something," she said when they finally moved apart. "Do you want a robe or something to put on?"
"Yeah, a robe or gown would be nice," he said. "Or I can put my shirt and pants back on."
Diana shook her head. "I'm not ready for you to do that yet," she said. She looked down at him and giggled."
Mike looked down and laughed.
"Oooh, such pretty toes sissy boi!" she said when she saw his ruby red nail polish.
"Thank you," Lari blushed. "Just one more thing to make me feel girly."
Diana stood back up and looked at her own toes adorned in turquoise polish. "I agree," she laughed.
Lari followed her into the bedroom to get them each something to wear. He noted that it was probably the most feminine bedroom he'd ever seen. His was decorated more for a female than a male, but hers was over the top feminine.
Sandra went into her walk-in closet and came out with two sundresses. "How about a cute sundress for my faggot?"
"Perfect," Mike smiled.
Both dresses fit tight around their flat chests and were mid-thigh length. Mike could see Diana wearing these out running errands, shopping, even on a casual date. He accepted the one she handed him and slipped it over his head.
"I usually don't wear a bra with these," Diana told him. "But today I want to keep mine on, and I want you to keep yours on, too, please."
"I want to, too," Lari giggled. "I pretty much wear one all the time. I even have some that I sleep in."
"Me, too!" Diana laughed.
They decided to have pizza for supper. Diana refilled their drinks and they sat on the couch, legs tucked under them, and talked while they waited on the delivery.
Diana told Lari how it was growing up looking more like a gurl than a boi, how her cousins and friends sometimes teased her. Lari told Diana about growing up wanting to be a gurl, and how his cousins and friends teased him when he wore his sister's panties and bra.
"So you wore your sister's clothes in front of everyone?" she asked.
Lari nodded. "Yeah, for a while. Then their teasing got cruel so I stopped."
They sat in silence for a bit before Dianaa spoke.
"You want to hear something funny?" she asked quietly. "When I was in my teens I got teased when I wore a dress, too. I guess I looked so much like a gurl they thought... I don't know what they thought. But for a long time I didn't wear feminine clothes."
"I'm sorry," Lari said. "I know that must have hurt."
Lari nodded. "It did. Probably about the same as your family teasing you for wearing a dress."
Diana drained her glass and looked away. "I was so jealous of the girls in high school, the clothes they wore. They could be all cute in a dress or skirt, or they could be all cute in jeans and a t-shirt. I just looked like a feminine sissy boi when I tried to look cute in jeans and a t-shirt, and I didn't wear cute dresses for fear of being laughed at."
Lari laughed out loud. "That is hilarious!" he said. "I felt the same way about the girls in high school! I mean, it's not fair that they can wear my clothes and no one gives them a second look, but if I wear their clothes... well, that causes all kinds of problems!"
Diana laughed. "I know. And it's still that way," she said.
Lari nodded. "I know. I mean, if we needed something from the store I'd have to change back into my clothes to go."
"You know," Lari said sadly. "Usually when I'm at home I'm wearing a dress and if I need to run out, even to get my mail, I take the dress off and put on sweats and a t-shirt and regular tennis shoes. Just once I'd like to be able to just grab my purse and run to the store without changing."
Diana nodded again. "I know, sweetie," she said. She reached out to pat and rub his shoulder. "I want that for you, too."
She got up to refill their glasses.
"I have an idea," she said with a smile as she handed him his glass. "How about if, when the pizza gets here, you answer the door?"
Lari laughed. "You mean, like this?"
Diana nodded. "No, just pink panties and bra, You just smile and take the pizza and pay the driver. It won't be like going to the store, but it's a start."
Lari thought about it. "You know, I've said I was going to do that so many times when I'm home alone," he said. "But when the time comes I've always slipped on a shirt and pants to answer the door. I've done it in hose with no shoes on, but never in panties and bra."
Diana held her hand out to him. "Come on," she said, pulling him to his feet.
Diana took Lari to her bathroom and had him sit at the vanity. She brushed his slightly long hair up to give it some body and a somewhat feminine look. She brushed some pink blusher on his cheeks, then put some dark pink lipstick on his lips.
"Look in the mirror at us," she whispered as she leaned down to put her face on a level with his. "There's not much difference in how we look."
Lari took a deep breath and nodded. "Ok. I'll do it," he said as they walked back to the living room.
Lari froze when the doorbell rang. He looked at the door, then at Diana. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Diana smiled at him. "Yes, baby gurl, I'm sure. I'll be right here."
Lari took a deep breath and stood. He picked up the money he'd taken out of his wallet when he ordered the pizza. He walked to the door on shaky legs.
"Hi! I've got a medium all meat pizza for Larry Alford," the young delivery man said.
Lari took the pizza from him and handed him the money. "You can keep the change stud," he smiled.
The man looked at Lari, then at Diana, then back at Lari.
"Um, thank you, si... ma'am?" he said hesitantly.
Lari laughed. "You're welcome."
The delivery boy blushed and looked at Diana, then back at Lari. "You're both pretty," he said before he turned and headed back to his car.
"Thank you Sir!" Lari called after him.
"So, I have to ask," Diana said when they were settled at the table to eat. "You said when you were young you wanted to be a girl? You mean, you wished you had girl parts?"
Lari laughed. "Well, to be honest, I didn't really relate my tiny genitals with my gender. I just knew that girls got to wear a bra and cute dresses and cute shoes, so I wanted to be one."
Dianaa laughed and nodded. "Ok, I'm going to get a little personal, so if it's too much just say so, okay?" Lari nodded.
"So, did it ever get sexual?" she asked. "I mean, where you got turned on when you put on panties and a bra and hose and needed to, um, take care of things?"
"Not really," Lari told her. "I mean, yes, I did, but not because wearing panties and a bra turned me on. Panties and a bra felt natural to me, not sexual."
"So, are you bi?" she asked.
Lari hesitated. "Yes. At least I think so. I actually don't have any experience with girls. When I went to community college I met some guys who liked to dress and play with each other. But when I think about dating and being in a relationship I always see me with a girl. Are you?"
Diana laughed. "Why would you ask me? !"
"Do you think all bi guys crossdress?" Lari asked her.
She laughed and nodded. "Okay, you've got me there. Yes, I've played around with some girls here and there, and enjoyed it."
"But you prefer men?" Lari asked her.
She tilted her head and looked at him. "I'm not sure. I guess I've been with men more because, well, men ask me out and women don't. But I'm not sure I prefer them."
They sat silent, eating, for a bit.
"I think I like them with a dick, but not all gross and hairy and manly," she said. "If that makes sense."
"You mean like me, feminine and smooth all over" Lari said.
"Exactly like you," Diana said. "I think that's why I've been so attracted to you since I found out you like to wear panties and bras. And why it was so easy for me to take my clothes off in front of you. Not very many people, male or female, have seen me without a shirt on."
"I can say the same thing!" Lari said. "Even with men, I tend to keep my shirt on. And my sexy thong panties."
Again they ate in silence for a while before Diana spoke.
"Hey, you think after we eat we could go to the bedroom and get completely nude? Both of us?" she asked.
Lari nodded. "I think I'd really enjoy being nude with you," he told her.
She smiled over her pizza and looked him in the eyes. "Full disclosure. I want you to fuck me with your small cock."
Lari blushed. "I want to," he said. "But, um, I'm not very big. You might be disappointed."
Diana shook her head. "Nope. From what I saw earlier, you are just the right size for my tight boi pussy."
Later they stood face to face beside the bed. The dresses had been tossed carelessly on the floor near the closet door.
"Um Diana?" Lari said hesitantly as they faced each other.
Diana looked at him, wondering if he was having second thoughts, and wondering if he worried that his tiny clitty wouldn't satisfy her?
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Lari and Diana
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Posted:Apr 9, 2024 5:13 am
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Drying herself off, Diana padded back out of the room to find Lari waiting for her, smiling as he looked her over. Giving her a sweet look, he approached and bowed his head over her, inhaling the scent of her neck and hair, a delighted shiver rolling through him.
"Perfect," he said, his hands gripping her bubble butt and pulling her against him.
Leaning into the warmth, he gave her only a few seconds before he whipped the towel off her and grinned.
"Come on, you won't be needing clothes sissy boi," he said when she started for the closet. That immediately got her suspicious, but she followed him from the room slowly, stepping silently down the stairs where they stopped outside the door to the dungeon. Opening the door, he ushered her inside, and Diana looked around curiously.
It was coloured in deep reds and yellows with just a splash of black for contrast. It was odd to see, but not unpleasant.
"I have a secret," Lari said softly, standing close behind her with the warmth of him seeping into her gorgeous body. "You might not know this, but today is Robert's birthday and I want us to do something special for him."
It was certainly a surprise and her lips turned up into a smile, delighting in the playfulness.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked, her eyes dropping as his hand dipped into a pocket and he drew out a length of crimson ribbon.
"Hold out your wrists," he said, the ribbon wrapping twice around her wrists and then being tied off with a tight knot.
"Bondage?" she asked curiously, and he nodded, smoothing the ribbon out on her skin. His eyes met hers and while she was suddenly very nervous, she nodded. "Alright."
A grin flashed across his face, and he pulled out another ribbon, holding it up before her face. It was a blindfold, and she lifted her hands to help hold it in place over her eyes, unsure why she needed it, but willing to play along. It was exciting to have one of her senses taken away from her and when he gave the ribbon around her wrist a gentle tug, she followed obediently behind him.
She didn't much like being blind, but she trusted him and was willing to go along with their game, especially if it was for Robert, though the thought of how the handsome stud would react to the gift was an unknown.
Dismissing it, she accepted Lari's hand and allowed him to guide her up onto the bed, crawling forward on her knees, her hands outstretched for him. Her fingertips found his chest, and she pressed forward, pressing her palms against his skin, and trailing up, just as a loud click sounded, a rattle of metal on metal, and then another click.
Frowning, she pulled back from him to find something soft and fuzzy against her wrists and when she touched them, she found her wrists encased in metal, padded but still tight.
"Lari, I'm going to-!" she was cut off as something was pulled tight against her mouth and she tried to scream, trying to jerk away, the big ball gag tied quickly in place.
Reaching for it, Lari attached Diana to the winch, her arms were pulled upwards, leaving her kneeling on the bed with her hands and arms stretched above her head.
"Now don't look so angry," Lari purred happily, the movements of the bed telling her where he was and she turned, glaring at him though she couldn't see anything but crimson silk. "You did agree," he said.
Yes, she but had agreed to silk ribbons and not shackles stretching her beautiful feminine body. The smug bastard knew that and that was likely why he had gagged her already.
"I promise it will be fun, my sissy slut" he coaxed, his hands resting against her hips and his cheek nuzzling against hers affectionately.
Hissing at him, he laughed and kissed her gagged lips gently, moving away for a moment only to return and silk brushed her, tugging and pulling against her. He was wrapping it tightly around her small breasts and down around her torso, the silk tight but not painful against her skin, and when he was done, he sighed happily. She could imagine what she looked like, criss-crossing her body, and wrapping both above and below her breasts to her waist and down around her hips before going back up and finishing around her breasts in a large bow, leaving her looking much like a wrapped present for Robert.
She was blushing furiously, both embarrassed and rather exhilarated by the feel of the silk, made worse when he started a second set of ties, though those were simply around her thighs and her ankles. She didn't understand until it was too late, and she squeaked as the silk pulled tight and she was no longer able to pull her feet away more than a few inches from her thighs, rendering her entirely motionless.
"Now, do you promise not be a good gurl? If you don't, I'll pull the chains tighter."
She nodded, mute and unresisting. Submssive and obedient, just the way a gurl should be. All the time!
"Last part," he said, sounding far too happy for her tastes.
The wrap around her hips was relatively uncomplicated compared to the rest of her body, curling around her hips and down between her legs, ending with a large bow just above her cute butt.
"Absolutely exquisite," he said, his voice rough and hungry as he moved from the bed and she looked in his direction, trapped, helpless and wrapped up like a gift.
It was then she realised the reference, her cheeks flaming once more as she realised Lari was giving her to Robert as a present.
Clutching the chains, she tried to push the gag out of her mouth, but it wasn't budging. Finally, she sighed, giving in to him.
She was revelling in it all, as much as she hated to admit it. The silk felt wonderful against her skin, tight and restrictive, leaving her feeling helpless and small.
Lari approached and her chin lifted at his gentle touch, then kissing her lightly on her sensitive nipples. Which made Diana's big cock twitch and start to grow.
"I love you so much, Diana... you really have no idea. I'll be back in a few minutes. Be good for Robert and I, all your kinky fantasies will come true.
It took him less than five minutes to return, the door opening quietly and two sets of footsteps shuffling into the room.
"Stop pouting, I told you, you are going to be glad you agreed," Lari sighed, kicking the door shut, and the lock snapped into place, locking out the rest of the world. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, what's going on?" Robert growled, frustrated by the antics of Lari.
"Keep your eyes closed. I just need a second."
Robert grunted and Lari moved, pausing for a moment, and then crossing the room. There was a scrape of wood on wood and then he sighed, comfortable in what she assumed was a chair.
"Okay... open," there was a pause and Robert sucked in a breath. "Happy birthday!" Lari cried, way too happy.
It took Robert a second to process before he spoke. "OMG, Diana looks so hot."
Her head whipped around in the direction of Lari, indignant when he started to laugh.
"If I get a present like this every year, then I'm all for it," Robert said, his voice growing closer, and the bed dipped as he climbed up onto it with her.
She could hear his pounding heart, his quick breaths and she blushed again, embarrassed by what he was able to see, her big cock now harder than hard.
Robert's hands trembled as they found her sides, trailing up over the twisted silk and then down again, exploring the contrast between smooth silk and soft flesh.
"All wrapped up like a present," Robert purred, and she moaned, a low, sultry thing that had her stomach clenching. "And you smell... Diana, you smell so good," he whispered, his jaw brushing against her hair as he inhaled the scent of her.
His fingers trailed up over her stomach, catching the tail end of the ties around her small boi breasts, tugging her sensitive nipples gently and she sucked in a breath, the silk brushing against her nipples, making her squirm, all while pulling tighter around her breasts, almost squeezing them.
His lips traced against her cheek and down to her jaw, then further to her shoulder, and he paused, laughing as he saw the other bow.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Robert asked, his arms going around her to trail up over her backside, gripping her firmly before he tugged at the tails of that bow.
"Because I'm a kinky pervert and want to watch you unwrap her and savage her," Lari said, his voice a feminie whisper.
Robert made a soft sound of agreement, biting Diana's neck lightly before he moved away and around behind her, examining the work Lari had done.
"You have quite the talent," he said, tugging at the ribbons that left barely enough room for his index finger to slip into.
"Thank you. I've wanted to try that out on our sweet slut Diana for a long time."
She squirmed as his nails dragged up her inner thigh, bumping over the ribbon and catching, causing the ties to pull against her.
"I want you so badly," he growled in her ear, the guttural sound of his voice sending tingles through the entire length of her beautiful feminine body.
She wanted him too, like she had never wanted anything before in her life. Her entire body was screaming for him, aching for his big cock.
He seemed to sense that, and he held himself back, his hand trailing up between her legs and pressing the ribbon against her, his finger gliding easily over the smooth surface.
It wasn't enough for her, and she whined softly. She would have begged him had she been able to talk. Instead she shifted her position, desperate to get more from his fingers.
His breath froze, and he groaned softly, both of them tortured by his resisting his need. They could both hear Lari, his heavy breathing and the hypnotic pheromones of their lust, leaving her feeling high.
His hand left her, and she whimpered, feeling the loss of him keenly, though his hands found her thighs just above her knees, teasing up the front of her legs, making her big cock grow even longer.
Trailing his hands around her hips, he gripped the curve of her rear and then reached up, his fingers lifting the tail of the bow off her skin, and he began to pull it, agonisingly slowly.
It seemed to take an eternity for the bow to pop free, the ribbon loosening very slightly on her. His index finger slid in behind the knot and he pulled it slowly, dragging it free and drawing out the suffering of them all.
Slowly unwinding the ribbon from around her, he allowed the silk to whisper against her skin, the soft hiss sounding oddly sexual, and she was left trembling, her breaths short and sharp.
Free of the ribbon around her hips, his hands traced over her skin, and he bent down, pressing his lips gently against her spine in a slow trail down her back to where the bow had rested and then he licked and sinful pleasure ran through Diana.
Gripping her hips and jerking her roughly backwards until her rear pressed against his still clothed hips. She could feel his huge erection pressing against her and her need doubled, clutching the chains for support.
His groan was low as she pressed herself back against him, grinding against him eagerly in a way that drove him wild, Diana was a real slut, and if she wasn't gagged she would beg and beg.
His hand pressed against her back, pushing her forward until she was almost bent fully forward, her head resting against her upper arms and clutching the chain desperately.
Pulling her up to the full extension of the ribbon around her thighs, she felt him moving and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his pants down.
Lari was moaning softly, and she could feel his burning eyes on them. He had been suffering just as badly as they had been and now, finally, they would be rewarded for being so patient,
She shivered as she felt the big mushroom head of Robert's erection sliding against her, teasing her, and she blushed when she felt his finger against her, his finger vanishing in her tight boi pussy. She could only assume he had tested her, the idea turning her cheeks red.
He didn't need any more stimulation, and she gave a soft, pleading whine as he guided himself to her and switched his grip to her hips.
With one thrust, he pulled her back against him and their voices were joined in pleasure, relief and bliss flooding her entire system.
He shuddered, gasping as he knelt frozen, his head bowed to rest between her shoulder blades.
"Oh Diana, my beautiful sissy boi slut..." he groaned, still for several torturous seconds before he finally, finally pulled away from her, pressing her hips away and then pulling them back hard into his hips.
She couldn't have spoken even if she weren't gagged, her eyes clenched shut and her body quivering. It had never felt that good before, never felt so fulfilling, and never felt so incredibly, blissfully intense, her boi pussy getting what it needed, desperately.
His position shifted and her moans became gasps of bliss as their motions became slower, but they were deeper and longer, feeling as though there were twice as much of him inside her and she felt as though she were going to pass out.
His moans grew deeper as her boi pussy tensed, her pleasure mounting until her head felt as though it were stuffed with cotton, her knuckles white on the chains and her breathing frozen.
He had found the right spot, his slow, strong thrusts driving him into her and when she reached orgasm, it felt as though her entire existence had taken a step sideways.
Her body shuddered, unable to cry out or even moan. Her voice had stopped working, everything had stopped working and her ecstasy lingered, leaving her feeling almost high. Delicious cum shooting all over the bed, more than ever before.
Finally, the intensity broke, and she gasped for air, her head spinning as a low, feral growl sounded behind her.
"Did she pass out?" Lari whispered, his small erection in his hand, stroking himself slowly as he watched them.
"Almost," Robert whispered, still and clutching Diana to him. He was panting heavily, and she could see the golden glow of his eyes. "Incredible..." he sighed, his voice giving her something to focus on and pull her back to herself. She flushed as she realised, he had found release, filled her with cum and she didn't know when it had happened. She had been so lost to her own pleasure that she had been oblivious to everything else.
She made a soft sound of distress, a brush against her thigh drawing her woozy gaze down, and then she jerked violently, his fingers brushing her big cock.
All of her nerves came alive, and she could focus on them, though she felt pleasantly sluggish.
She watched them out of the corner of her eye, barely able to focus, but it was enough to pique her hormones again and both men looked around at her as though she had made a sound.
The bed dipped and Lari lifted her chin gently between his hands, smiling as he looked down into her unfocused eyes.
"Still alive sweet slut of mine?" he asked, and she made a sound that had meant to be an affirmative, sounding more like a drunken growl than anything else. "Poor little sissy boi, was it too much for you?"
"She might enjoy being fucked into oblivion. Wouldn't you, Diana?" Robert asked, his hand sliding back down between her lsmooth egs.
Her whimpered agreement came out as more of a gasp as he stroked her, teasing her mercilessly.
"See? She wants it," Robert grinned.
Lari didn't seem to believe him, and he kissed her again gently, though the gag left her feeling unsatisfied with the kiss.
They really had no idea how badly she wanted it, but Lari only shook his head and when he saw her disappointment, he laughed gently.
"I'm not Robert. I can't bring you to a fever pitch like Robert with his huge cock. But I can make you wait for it, and tease you all the while," he said playfully.
Her eyes slid to Robert, both of them. She could feel herself fading, her body giving in to the strength of her orgasm.
"We should wait until she's awake for that. Maybe we can do this bondage thing again," Lari said wickedly.
"Absolutely," Robert agreed, and she fell asleep to their low voices and the gentle hands that worked together to finish unwrapping her.
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Posted:Apr 8, 2024 8:00 am
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The silence made hours of the minutes. Lari's cute butt cheeks ached from the multiple spankings, and she longed to soothe it. Lari knew better as Hermoine watched. There was the taste of pussy juice still fresh on her red lips, chin, and tongue. The taste of Hermonie's pussy. Lari decided she like it. But her backside needed attention and Lari longed to rub it.
Then the thought occurred.
"When I move, Hermonie spanks me, but it arouses me and makes my small cock hard."
Lari let herself smile at the thought and moved her hand to her cute red butt.
And of course, Hermoine saw the silly gurl and spoke.
"Lari, you insolent little sissy boi!"
Laris arm snapped back into position.
Retribution arrived in an open hand spanking to Lari's bubble butt. Hermoine alternated from one smooth cheek to the other. The endless paddling had her ass on fire, but the flow from Laris precum ran down both her thighs.
Hermoine spoke.
"You have such a pretty red ass. So pretty. Now go and assume your submissive position on that coffee table."
Hermoine pointed and Lari's focus went to the furniture in question. It was unremarkable in appearance, approximately four feet by four-foot square with wooden legs. Lari crawled obediently across the floor, afraid to stand and walk. Lari mounted the table like a good boi and took the position.
Hermoine ordered.
"Put one hand on each corner and one ankle on a corner."
Lari felt exposed with her hairless legs spread in this manner, but she did it.
Hermoine came into view and carried several lengths of rope, a wicked smile on her face. Hermoine secured Lari's thin wrists to the corners and the ankles as well. There would truly be little movement allowed and no escape.
Hermoine spoke.
"You gave me such pleasure Lari. Let me see if I can return the favor."
It was not a question, but a statement. There was no mirth in Hermoine's voice, only malice. Lari shivered at the thoughts of the unknown. What did her Mistress have planned? Would it be more painful? Would it be a pleasure? Or a combination of both? Each swat made her harder and Lari had never been so aroused. She had not cum yet but did not imagine it would take much effort. Such was her level of stimulation. Lari secretly hoped for a strap on and a good hard boi pussy fuck. Or would her Mistress continue to spank her and play with her tiny cock? Lari knew she would learn this soon.
Hermoine spoke.
"Lari, I have never observed a gurl be as wet as you have become. You must be some kind of depraved little to enjoy the spankings and abuse."
To punctuate her remark she struck Lari's ass twice and she cried out.
Lari felt her prevum issue from her hard, small 3" clitty.
"OMG faggot. You are dripping su much precum sissy boi."
It was true, she was very hard and horny as she had ever been. Hermoine's fingers explored the boi pussy of Lari. She squirmed a little. Lari liked this, fingers spreading her butt cheeks. If Hermoine continued, Lari knew she would cum, she knew her body and signs were there. Hermoine's finger slipped inside and found Lari's prostate. Little stimulation was required and then Lari climaxed. It was different when she masturbated. This was better. So much better. Made to cum while tied to a table. Forced to cum for her Mistress. A real submissive, totally obedient sissy boi
Hermoine withdrew her finger from Lari's tight boi pussy. The Mistress moved behind Lari. Doing what? Lari had no idea. Hermoine returned and came around to the front of Crystal. As she rounded the table, Crystal was astonished at the sight of her Mistress.
A huge shiny black strap on, twelve inches in length and at least two inches thick, stood out from Hermoine. A black leather harness held it in place and the monster cock bounced in Lari's feminine face.
Before she could protest, the cock was force into Lari's mouth. Each thrust a little deeper and forced her mouth open to accommodate the width. Lari found it difficult to breathe. It was impossible to swallow as the phallus filled her throat. Saliva dripped from her lips to make a puddle on the floor.
Hermoine pushed and continued to fill Lari's cock sucking mouth and throat with the beautiful cock. Lari felt dizzy from the lack of air, but found she liked the abuse and being mouth fucked with such a large member. What would a real cock feel and taste like? Something for another day. Would Hermoine use the dildo on me? She had too, Lari thought. She imagined it forcing her boi pussy open and stretching her like never before. Would it hurt? She wanted it.
Abruptly, Hermoine withdrew the black cock from Laris aching jaws to slap it against Lari's slutty face. Hermoine laughed softly.
Hermoine moved behind Lari's thin, feminine body. The tip of the cock touched the tight opening. Hermoine rubbed it up and down the length, teasing Lari's hole. It felt so good, but Lari strained and attempted to push back so it would enter her. Hermoine would not allow it and enjoyed teasing and denying pleasure to Lari
Hermoine spoke.
"Time to get to business my sissy boi."
The cock began to invade Lari's boi pussy. Mercifully, Hermoine progressed slowly, giving Lari time to expand and adjust. Centimeter by centimeter, it spread Lari open. She felt as though she would split in half. The cock filled her, and she felt full and tight. Each inward push expanded her boi pussy, making Lari feel more satisfied.
Then the moment arrived when the tip reached a stopping point. It touched her insides and Lari could feel it in her stomach. This was an amazing sensation and wonderful sexual experience.
Lari thought:
"It cannot be better than this, I'm in sissy boi heaven."
At that moment, Hermoine began a rhythmic thrust, each one hitting home. The wide cock slid in and out of her. Lari could feel the ridges and veins molded into the cock, then the tip pushed until it had nowhere else to go. Hermoine would withdraw and do it all again. Lari realized Hermoine was going to give her a great and grand fuck.
It built quickly, the climax. Lari could hear her loud moans and groans. She had never been this noisy before, but now she could not help it. The squishy and noisy sound of her boi pussy battered with a giant cock.
Hermoine plunged in and out of faggot. Lari gripped the edge of the table as an orgasm built. Then it washed over her in a flood of electric pleasure. Lari shook and let it take her. Each nerve in her body tingles with fire and pleasure. Her vision blurred and her mouth hung open in a wordless groan.
Hermoine continued fucking Lari unabated. Even as Lari's climax began to subside, a third one began to build. Everything Lari had endured and experienced here made it worth it all. Lari's ragged breath filled the room.
Hermoine pounded and Lari was growing tired but wanted to be fucked more. Yes, she wanted to be fucked by her Mistress and used as a fuck toy. A piece of sissy boi fuck meat. Lari used her limited ability to move and pushed against Hermoine's movement in rhythm. She felt like a sissy slut, but wanted it, this kinky gurl needed it.
A third orgasm built. Lari wanted it, needed it She had become a sexual animal with guttural noise from her mouth, deep and animalistic. Fragmented thoughts raced through Lari's bimbo brain.
Only this. "I want to cum again."
The ropes that held her in place bit into her flesh and Lari moved her bubble butt to meet Hermoine's strap on. But she did not care.
Lari screamed like a true slut.
"Fuck me!! Oh God! Fuck me!! Oh God! Fuck me!!"
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Posted:Apr 7, 2024 3:43 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2024 8:19 am 3005 Views
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"Are they are both coming over?" I managed to ask between ragged breaths. Usually Jessica visited with my wife alone. I knew Jessica and "Diana" had a similar FLR to my wife and I, but I wasn't sure if he knew that my wife was sharing me with his wife.
"Jess is bringing "Diana" over so he can see what a good sissy sub is supposed to do. Isn't that special? You're an example of a well-trained submissive "Lari". You should be flattered."
I didn't feel flattered. But I didn't feel panicky either. I knew Diana would see me as my sub self, but so what? I also knew for a fact that Jessica had been training Diana for some time now so I had nothing to hide. Apparently Diana had not been as diligent as I had. Or Jessica had not been as insistent as my wife. I guessed we would all soon get to see the results of different training techniques close up.
The neighbours arrived on time, Diana trailing behind Jessica, carrying her things and a bottle of wine. My wife met them at the front door.
"Come on through to the back patio. Did you both bring your swim suits?"
"Diana has them," Jessica flipped over her shoulder. We'll need a few minutes to change."
I, on the other hand, having had advance knowledge of the plan, had already changed into my small pink Speedo. Not that it mattered. I guess I thought I was ahead of the game because I was, by all accounts, further into the training than Diana. But that was my male ego still pretending I was somehow in control. The real bosses had their own plans to emasculate their so called husbands.
"Lari, help Diana with his bags honey. Then you and Diana can go for a dip in the pool while we girls chat. Oh, and there's just us here Diana, so no reason to be shy. Why don't you bois skip the suits. Lari you go first." She smiled. "Get ready Diana, you're next."
Diana didn't really know how to react. Usually only Jessica gave him orders. He glanced at his wife, who waved her hand toward the pool. Her amused expression reassured her reticent husband. "Skip the suit Diana. Take off your clothes and get in the water with Lari." We waited. Diana seemed rooted to the spot, unable to act. My wife coached him gently.
"I know this is a lot to take in Diana, and I can see you're hesitant, but just take your cues from Lari. He has been the beneficiary of a FLR for long enough to appreciate the value of submission and obedience." Her face turned to me. "Haven't you sub boi Lari?"
Instead of answering I bent forward and removed my swimsuit. My caged little cock bobbed and quivered. I glanced covertly at Diana. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he tried his best to ignore my steel encased clitty.
My wife moved closer until her fully clothed body was inches from mine. Her perfect breasts touched my naked chest. Her breath was warm on my face and her hands griped my bare ass as she pulled my restrained clitty against her crotch. "We'll leave that on for now Lari so you can remember to take my suggestions seriously, and so Diana can see the price of disobedience."
She spoke to Diana but her eyes never left mine. "Yes Diana, Lari used to be Larry, but now he answers to his new sub-name." She turned to face a slightly stunned but fascinated Diana.
"I'm sure Jessica told you that this wasn't going to be just another social afternoon with the folks down the street. Jess, please tell me Diana is prepared for more than just discussing FLRs."
"We talked about this Diana. Just do as you're told and we can hash it all out later, right?" She stared hard at her sissy boi husband, waiting for his agreement.
"Right. I mean yes Miss, whatever you say Missy Jess." Diana's attempt at humor fell short of the mark for the women, especially Jessica.
"Shut up sissy boi! Strip nude and get into the water!" Jessica barked. "Do it now sub-slut!"
Diana hopped to it like he was being stung by bees. In no time his clothes were in a pile by Jessica's feet and his stiff little cock was bobbing as he climbed in to join me.
"Wow!" My wife looked at her buddy with new respect. "That was fabulous! I don't think I've ever seen Diana move so fast. He follows direction amazingly well once you get him started huh?"
"Yeah, he seems to respond best to very direct instruction. Preferably delivered by a sadistic lunatic of a Domme. The problem is, that's not me."
"Ah. I see the obvious. He still thinks you're the co-star in his fantasy, right? Can I offer you some assistance in correcting that misperception?"
"Oh my God! You see the problem! How can he submit to my fantasy if he can't let go of his own? I don't want to be his version of kink. I need to be mine. That's the whole fucking point." Jessica stood with her feet apart, hands on her hips, tits out. She was the poster-girl for FLR.
"You're right of course," my wife crooned, leaning against Jessica's chest. "Sounds like you could use an intermediary. You know, a bridge between what he expects and what you want? Someone to help bend that male arrogance?" Her mouth moved against Jessica's ear. "You're very sexy when you get impassioned about something, you know that?"
My wife took a step back. "I can be that person for you. It's not me either, but I can be convincing enough for Diana. Together we can mould his erotic preferences. It's shocking to see how little training is actually required," she reflected. "Anyway, I'm sure that Diana would be an obedient subject in our experiment if you tell him that training sessions with me are going to be a critical part of his training from now on. I'll make sure we steer him away from becoming 'yelled-at slave bitch' to 'submissive, obedient sissy boi with a tiny worthless clitty'. The kind of sub you don't have to expend a lot of energy on to get the results you want. That about right?"
"Wow. Yeah, that's dead on. If you can help him get to a place in his head where my sex fantasy becomes his goal that would be amazing. Now that would be a real FLR. Imagine a relationship where I don't have to either coax him to perform, or act out his version of being dominated. Yeah, I could work with that."
"I can help shift his perception but it'll take some initial buy-in from Diana. Again, with your blessing, I'm pretty sure my SS commandant treatment will do the trick." She turned her attention to the pool. "Look at them in the water, waiting for instruction, trying to avoid one another."
"Come here sissy bois. You've had enough time to demonstrate the loss of your male egos. Climb out of there, we want to look at you."
We got out on opposite sides of the pool, trying not to stare at each other; two subs trying not to stare at the other's small cock but unable to focus on much of anything else.
"Diana, come here," my wife ordered. "Good boi. You follow direction well. Let's skip the bullshit. I know Jessica has been working you up to this for awhile now. She tells me you are looking for a lifestyle change and I can see that's true."
We all watched Diana's small cock stiffen and his face turn red. Clearly, being on display excited him as much as it embarrassed him.
"So now what, right? I mean, it's obvious you like where she is leading, so where do you go from here?"
Diana stood in front of my wife. Nude, dripping wet, erect. He looked like he wanted to run. But his small cock betrayed him. He didn't know the answer to her question but he felt like he should. His wife watched him struggle with his emotions. My wife adopted her best 'Elsa the nazi she-wolf' persona. Her voice took on the edge of cruelty she knew Diana both respected and was turned on by.
"Let's make sure you understand some basics, okay sissy boi?" Diana nodded. "On your knees when I speak to you, sub." Looking uncertain Diana sank to his knees, arms dangling loosely at his sides.
"Hands behind you. I don't have cuffs handy or you'd be wearing them. Nod if you hear me through the haze of confusion that is likely fogging your bimbo-brain right now." Diana nodded obediently.
"Good boi. Stay there till I tell you different." My wife looked at me, hanging back beside Jessica. "Feel free to indulge yourself Jess, while I help Diana move along his path to submission a little faster."
Without looking at me Jessica crooked her finger, indicating she wanted me closer. I stood beside her with my wrists crossed behind me. She reached out, closed her hand around my tiny balls and pulled me closer.
"Thanks. I'll amuse myself with Lari while you bring Diana up to speed." Her fingers moved along my encased shaft like she was practising a musical instrument. I grunted and grew uncomfortably stiffer in the cock prison.
Diana watched dumbfounded. He wasn't used to anyone but Jessica giving orders, and he certainly had never seen his wife handle any other man but him. He opened his mouth to ask for some clarification, some direction even. My wife was in front of him before he could speak, her crotch level with his face.
"No! If I want you to talk I'll tell you. You don't speak unless you are told to, is that clear sissy boi? Answer!"
"Uh ... yeah, that's clear."
"Yes Ma'am" is acceptable. Now you say it sub."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good boi. What are you now Diana?"
"Uh, I'm a sub Ma'am?"
"You're my sub too now Diana. Just like I let Jessica use Lari, she is going to let me use you. That's fair, isn't it Diana?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"So whose sub-slut are you?"
Diana stared at my wife's feet. "Yours Ma'am."
"My what? Say it!"
"I am your sub-slut Ma'am!" Diana replied in a voice appropriately tinged with fear. My wife could be very threatening when she wanted to be.
"Put your face on my shoes sub-slut." Diana bowed forward on his knees and elbows with his forehead resting on my wife's feet. She lifted her right foot and placed it on the chastised subs naked back.
"Jessica tells me you have not been as compliant as you are capable of being. She has asked me to take over your discipline until you can achieve a higher level of obedience. Grunt if you understand so far." Diana complied with a loud, satisfying grunt.
"Good boi" My wife sat down on a nearby deck chair. "You may crawl to me and position yourself across my lap, butt up. It's time you learned what happens to disobedient bois Diana."
Diana crawled slowly toward his fate, acutely aware of being an object of derision. Jessica watched her husband being humiliated while she played with my balls and teased my cramped cock. I knew she had a key, but would not likely release me. Besides, today was all about Diana's indoctrination into the next level of submission. I knew the futility of begging but couldn't help myself.
"Please Miss Jessica," I whimpered. I'm getting very uncomfortable in this. Please let me out for just a little while?"
"Oh Lari, don't be silly," she whispered, never taking her eyes off her degraded husband. "You know your wife would not permit that. This is your punishment for misbehaving. Suck it up and enjoy Diana's humiliation. I know I am."
Diana was awkwardly draping himself across my wife's lap. His hands and feet touched the floor as he braced his body for punishment. His bubble butt arched across my wife's lap in a perfect position, but his little boner kept getting in the way. She opened her legs just enough to let Diana's erection drop through, then closed her thighs and trapped Diana's tiny erect cock so he could not move without causing himself pain.
The first slap impacted Diana's exposed butt and echoed sharply off the high walls of the enclosed patio area.
"You have not been taking Jessica seriously enough slave."
"CRACK!"
"To achieve your next goal as a sub you need to practise unquestioning obedience."
"SMACK!"
"Jessica is watching you get spanked like an errant schoolboy while she plays with a real sub."
"SMACK!"
"From now on you will be sent to me for discipline when she feels you have not been compliant enough. Do you understand, sub?"
"SMACK!"
"Yes Ma'am! Yes I understand. Please stop, my ass is burning. I'll be obedient Ma'am!"
"Yes you will sub. I will stop spanking you when I feel like it and you will thank me for making your disobedient ass red, understand sub?"
"CRACK!"
"Yes Ma'am! Thank you Ma'am!" Diana replied, without a trace of sarcasm.
"SMACK!"
"Not yet, bitch. I'm not finished. Now beg me to continue. Beg, bitch!"
"Please Ma'am, please spank me. I have been a disobedient sissy boi. I deserve to be punished. Please spank my slut ass!"
The spanking continued until Diana was crying and my wife was satisfied that he had learned his lesson. The chastised sub crawled off my wife's lap and grovelled at her feet, sobbing. My wife turned to Jessica, still using her gestapo voice for Dianas benefit.
"I think you will find that he is much quicker to respond now. If not, if this ungrateful sub-slut gives you any further trouble, just send him to me. He knows what to expect from me now so unless your sub-husband turns out to be a pain slut, I imagine I won't see much of him."
Jessica stopped fondling my balls. My cock was trying its best to break through the metal casing that enclosed it. Watching Diana being reprimanded only made it try harder.
"Please Miss Jessica!" I whimpered.
"Hey, your pet cock is begging to be free," she said. My wife turned her attention away from the whining underling at her feet. "What's wrong baby, feeling regretful about last night yet?" She asked.
"Oh yes Ma'am! I am so sorry! Please! I have learned my lesson. Please, can I be unlocked?"
"Well that's the thing about punishment Lari. It tends to lose its value unless the sub completes the required task. You still have another week to appreciate that fact. Don't you want to learn to be obedient Lari? Don't you want to be the best boi-slut you can be?"
"Yes Ma'am I do. Thank you for disciplining me Ma'am," I managed. I didn't know how I would endure the coming days but I knew I must.
"You're welcome honey. Now come and lay across my lap. I think someone needs a little reminder of how motivating punishment can be, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I whispered. "Thank you Goddess."
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