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
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2024 12:00 pm 4766 Views
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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
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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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Caught
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Posted:Apr 5, 2024 3:28 am
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I work out at a small health club that doesn't get much traffic when I'm there. After my workouts I always wrap up with 15 minutes in the sauna or steam room. On the morning I was there a few months ago I once again found myself alone in the sauna after my workout. It was a Monday morning, and having had another weekend at home without any hint of action, I was horny. So when I walked into the sauna in just my towel and saw that I was alone, I spread my towel out on the bench in the corner and settled in for a good sweat. As often happens, I closed my eyes, had some good thoughts and started to get hard. Then I started slowly stroking my small cock. I felt fairly safe doing this because I can usually hear the noises in the locker room of someone approaching, and where I sit isn't directly in front of the glass door to the sauna. I was casually stroking on that morning when the door suddenly opened. I quickly lifted my knee to try to block the site of my hard small cock, and didn't make eye contact with the man who walked in.
"Good morning for jacking off?" he said.
I looked over at the man. He was an older man, probably in his mid-fories, very tall, very muscular, and very fit. A real man, a stud.
"What?" I replied.
"Don't be coy. I looked through the door to see if the water bucket was in here and saw you stroking that little cock of yours."
My eyes turned down and I blushed without responding.
"Put your knee back down so I can see your little cock again."
This is the point at which I could have, and should have, wrapped my towel back around my waist, stood up and left the sauna. But that isn't what I did. Instead, the submissive inside me listened to him and I put my knee down, exposing my still hard small cock to this stranger. Submit and obey!
"Very nice clitty." he said. "Now, why don't you continue stroking for me. I'll stand here in front of the door so nobody else can see inside."
Again, I could have ended the situation right there, but instead I gave him a quick glance, then shut my eyes and started stroking again.
"That's it. You look so good, hairless and smooth, very feminine."
"Mmm, your tiny clitty is so hard right now."
"Are you straight or gay, boi?"
"I'm straight." I answered.
"Address me as "Sir"."
"I'm straight, Sir."
"That's better. You're straight but you've sucked cock before, right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Throw me your towel, faggot."
"I'm not gay, Sir." I respond, but lifted my cute butt off my towel and threw it to him.
"OK, straight boy. How many cocks have you sucked?" he asks.
I don't answer. I don't want to tell him.
"How many?" he asks again.
"Five, Sir." I quietly respond.
"Where?"
"At glory holes. Mainly at adult bookstores when I am travelling for work, Sir."
"And what made a straight guy start sucking cocks at glory holes?"
"Long story, short. I was watching porn in a booth at an adult bookstore, a big cock came through the hole in the wall, and I just couldn't help myself, I was curious so I sucked it."
"Sir" he barked at me.
"I sucked it, Sir."
"And you liked it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"But one wasn't enough, was it faggot?"
"No. It was only one the first day. But I kept going back. Then started searching for adult bookstores in every city I visited, Sir."
"Turn towards me, spread your legs and put one on each bench. Don't stop stroking your tiny clitty."
I was sitting on the top level of the benches in the corner where the two benches came together. I swung my left leg over to the adjacent bench so my legs were spread as instructed.
"Good slut."
"Why do you think you like going to glory holes and sucking cock, faggot?"
"I've thought about that quite a bit. I don't want to go, but the mixed feelings of exhibitionism I get when I get nude at the glory hole, and feeling like a submissive slut when I get on my knees to service big cocks they have such a strong grip on me, Sir. I can't help myself. I seek out glory holes where ever I can find them, Sir."
"Hmmm. You get completely nude in those adult bookstore booths?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you suck strangers cocks?"
"Yes, Sir."
He stepped closer, between my spread legs.
"Look at me cock sucker. You're not a man!"
I looked up into his eyes.
"And you've been fucked, haven't you faggot?"
I cast my eyes downward again in embarrassment as I prepared to answer his question. As my eyes went down I saw that his towel was now over his shoulder and his hard 9-inch cock was just inches from my ass.
"Yes Master, yes Sir."
He reached forward and grabbed my small balls. Then his hand replaced mine on my cock.
"Stay in this position and keep stroking your clitty, but don't cum. I'll be right back."
"Can I have my towel back, Sir."
"No. If you hear the door open again assume it is me and keep stroking with your eyes closed."
He wasn't gone long, but it felt like an eternity. I heard some noises in the locker room, then heard to door to the sauna open again. I obediently kept my eyes closed and kept slowly stroking my cock.
Then I heard some clicking noises and there was some light flashing in my eyes. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me with his phone taking pictures of me nude and stroking my tiny clitty.
"Stop!" I pleaded as I put my hand in front of my face. "I can't have pictures of me like this floating around out there with my face in them."
"Put your hand down and play with your hard nipples"
I hesitated.
"Now!"
I put my hand down. My nipples are connected to my tiny clitty.
"That's better. Now keep looking at the camera as I take more pictures of that beautiful feminine body."
He moved around the small sauna getting pictures from different angles. Then he started to pose me. He had me smile at the camera with both hand visible on my legs as he grabbed my clitty with one hand and took a picture with the other. He had me lay flat on the bench while he stood over me and I'm sure the pictures he took also captured his big hard cock above me. He had me get on all fours with my ass to the camera while looking over my shoulder and smiling at him, then he had me spread my cheeks and show him my boi pussy for his final set of pictures.
The exhibitionism and humiliation had my clitty dripping.
"I think that 's enough sauna fun for today. Walk naked over to the showers and kneel down in the handicapped shower stall, which is the last one on the left. Turn the water on and push the nozzle so the water isn't hitting you. Leave the shower curtain open and get on your knees facing the hallway with your eyes closed and your mouth open."
At this point, I was no longer thinking. I left the sauna and followed my hard clitty down the hallway, past the locker room that had a clear view of the area I was walking through, and to the last stall on the left. I turned on the water, adjusted the spray, and got on my knees. The humiliation of it all had my clitty right on the edge and shiny with pre-cum.
Moments later something entered my mouth, and I instantly knew it was his huge cock. The soft tip, rigid shaft, and wonderful taste of a cock that had just come from the sauna.
"Look at me, faggot."
I opened my eyes, and saw him smiling down at me as I sucked his cock, he still held the camera.
"I'm getting a video of the first of many times you'll be sucking my cock, faggot," he said in a hushed tone.
I didn't stop. How could I. I wanted this cock.
He let me suck him for a few minutes, then used one hand to grab my hair and started forcing me further onto his cock.
"I'm sure with all the practice you've had you have learned to deep throat a cock haven't you, faggot."
"Yeth, thir." I responded trying to answer in the affirmative while still sucking his cock.
He kept pushing deeper until he felt the tip of his cock get past the opening to my throat. Then he pushed all the way in until his cock was buried in my throat and my nose was pushed firmly into his pubes. When I struggled to breathe he release for a couple seconds then repeated it. Cock buried, Release. Cock buried. Release. He continued the sequence for a few minutes, enjoying my struggles and the position of his cock.
"Time for you to taste my cum, faggot." he said as he started a nice even stroke in and out of my mouth. I could sense the slight change in his breathing and the swell in his cock right before I felt and tasted his delicious cum in my mouth. Most of the cum was in my mouth, but then he pushed all the way into my throat again and the last spurt went directly down my throat. He held his cock deep as I savored the flavor and accomplishment of getting him off.
When he pulled his cock out of my throat he looked down at me and waited for me to swallow, which I did.
"Good job sub faggot. Now stay on your knees, close your eyes, and cum for me."
I closed my eyes and started stroking my clitty again. I knew it wouldn't take long for me to reach orgasm, but things went quicker than expected when he started talking to me.
"This was just our first time together, faggot. I can tell by the way you responded today that cock and humiliation are way more important to you than keeping your dignity and staying straight. I am retired with plenty of time to plan and arrange for your use. I am going to strip and humiliate you, explore every fetish you and I have, slut you out to my friends and strangers, and make sure you get more cock with me than you could if you were on your knees at the glory hole every day."
I stayed there on my knees for a few minutes catching my breathe and contemplating what had just happened. Then I took my time showering and walked back out to my locker. He was still there, fully dressed and ready to go as I dried off with the fresh towel I had retrieved. I was standing in front of the mirror in my towel getting ready to shave when he approached me.
"Lose the towel" he said softly. I handed it to him and stood there nude. There were a few other men getting ready in the locker room. He turned his phone screen towards me and showed me the last part of the video he had just taken, I blushed and started getting hard.
"From now on you aren't to wear a towel in the sauna or locker room. I want you nude all the time so the real men can see your tiny clitty"
"Yes, Sir."
He handed me a card with just an email address on it. "When you get back to your office I want you to strip, get hard, and take three pictures of yourself with your face showing in all of them. Email them to me this morning. I'll see you here at the same time tomorrow morning."
Then he left the locker room, and I continued to get ready while unsuccessfully trying to think of anything that would make my tiny erection go away.
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Posted:Apr 4, 2024 2:14 am
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Sex was now, nearly every night. And one night, after getting both of us worked up, rubbing my tiny cock against her ass and sliding it between her legs against the outside of her panty covered vagina, she asked, "Want to try something new, Pantyboi?"
I wasn't going to turn anything down at this point. "Yes, whatever you want, sweetheart."
"Would you like to try on my panties?"
Now, I can't say the thought had never crossed my mind during the last several weeks, but I didn't want to spoil what we had, so I hadn't pushed it. And again, I was worried how she might react. But here she was suggesting it. In fact, the way she batted her eyes when she asked, I knew it would be okay.
"Does my Pantyboi want to wear my panties?" She playfully asked again. "You know Larry, I know you've thought about it."
I knew she was just trying to tease me a little more.
"Yes, I have." I admitted.
"Saaaay it."
"Yes, I've thought about wearing your panties."
"And so, you want to wear them?"
"Yes, your Pantyboi would like to wear your panties."
"Say pretty please."
I was like putty in her hands, at this point. I was so excited.
"Pretty please, may your Pantyboi wear your panties Mistress?"
She reached down beside the bed and held up several pairs. "Which ones does my Pantyboi want to try?"
It was an easy decision. One of them was my favorite pair, a deep pink pair. The front panel was a solid triangle with a small thread at the rear that exposed the buttocks. They had a wide lacy waistband, too, which I thought made them extra sexy. I had always loved seeing them on her. Now I was going to get to wear them myself. I pointed to the chosen pair. I was giddy with excitement.
"Ooooo, such a pretty pair. My Pantyboi has excellent taste. She crawled to the foot of the bed between my feet. She knelt there holding them up for me to see. "And someone is excited about trying on her first pair of panties, I see." A small puddle of precum lay beneath the tip of my twitching little cock, as undeniable evidence. I caught her use of the feminine pronoun, however, when I lifted my feet and felt the first tickle of the delicate fabric, I all but forgot about it.
As Melody slowly slipped the panties over my ankles, I felt a tingling. She held them there. They felt so soft and silky. She just watched my face, which was wrought with a mixture of emotions.
Then, centimeter by centimeter, she slid them up my calves. The tingling I felt when they brushed over my ankles, turned to a throbbing. She was enjoying my torture and grinned at me. I involuntarily closed my eyes. She paused again as they passed over my knees. I opened my eyes and pleaded with her to continue without words. The anticipation was excruciating.
She resumed. As they caressed my thighs, the throbbing became a pounding in my head and in my heart and in my loins. I lifted my hips off the bed and she pulled the panties all the way up.
When she snugged them around my hips the pounding drowned out any and all thoughts. And as she finally pulled the front up, encasing my precum-dripping tiny penis, the pounding triggered an explosion. No other stimulation had been required. I flooded them with cum. Cum squeezed out the waistband and oozed through the fabric of the front panel and cum flowed down around my small balls.
At the same time, a memory popped into my head. I was three or four. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt familiar.
"Oh my! Has my pretty gurl soiled her panties?" She giggled.
There. I was no longer her Pantyboi, I was her gurl. And I felt so gurly, except for the gooey mess I had created, wearing panties for the first time. I was speechless, though, and couldn't form any words to say how I felt. I could definitely feel myself blushing.
Melody then stuck her fingers in the cum that had squirted out the waistband onto my abdomen. She smeared it and traced a cummy heart with an arrow through it on my belly, then proceeded to lick it all up. I watched her dip her hand inside the waistband and pull it out covered in cum, again. She rubbed some on her lips as her tongue snaked out and licked around and in between her fingers, before sliding them in her mouth and sucking them clean.
I found my mouth watering. I felt an urge to taste it for myself. Somehow she was reading my mind. Or it may have been the look of longing in the expression on my feminine fface. She slid her fingers inside the panties again. Pulling them out, she held the sticky glob close to her lips again, pausing, tempting, teasing me.
"Oh! I'm sorry, would my little gurl like a taste? Does Lari want some cum?"
Never in my wildest fantasies several months ago, would I have ever seen us here in this place. But she was leading and I was more than willing to follow. I knew what she wanted to hear.
"Yes, pretty please. May your gurl have a taste of cum?"
"That's what I wanted to hear," she cooed.
She held her hand out. I took her by the wrist and lowered her goo-covered fingers towards my face. I did what she had done, before. I rubbed them on my lips, smearing the yummy fluid across them. The odor wafting up to my nose from so near, was musky and perfect. I parted my lips and swirled my tongue around her fingers, tasting it. I then hungrily plunged them into my waiting mouth and sucked and swallowed every drop, licking my lips when I was done to get every delicious ounce.
Then one day, while Melody was applying her makeup, as I stood behind her rubbing my crotch against her derrière with my arms wrapped around her waist, on a whim, I reached down and picked up an open tube of lipstick from her vanity. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, I puckered up, as I'd seen her do a thousand times, and proceeded to paint my lips with the creamy, red stick. I don't know what made me do it, but I loved the way it felt and liked, even more, how I looked.
She stopped what she was doing and just watched my reflection in the mirror. A smile spread across her face, as I slowly, smoothly, applied the lipstick, opening my mouth in an "O" to get the corners. When I was finished, I set the lipstick back down on the counter and pursed my lips and rubbed them together. I then blew a ruby colored kiss at the mirror.
"Well, what do think?" I asked, winking at her.
"Not to bad ... for a first try. The color suits you." She replied without batting an eye.
"You like it?"
Her reply was simply to turn around in my arms and pull me into a smooch that turned into an oral assault, tongues intertwining, lips pressed tightly. I thought she might suck my tongue down her throat at one point. Finally, she stopped and pulled back. Needless to say, my handiwork had been badly smeared.
We were both panting staring into each others' eyes with a hunger. Then without a word, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me onto my back on the bed. "Scoot!" She pointed towards the headboard. I followed her orders.
She stripped off her panties, climbed onto the bed and straddled me. Bending over to resume our kiss, she lowered her bare, swollen pussy onto my panty covered thin shaft and began fucking herself, sliding up and down, humping me. Her wetness was intensifying by the minute, soaking my pink panties, as she ground herself against my hardness with almost all of her weight. We both began sweating profusely and groaning and moaning as our climaxes built.
It didn't take long. We were both so turned on, within minutes, she was screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck!" Our passions melded. Our desires synced up, while orgasms rocked her body, and I filled my panties with a large load of cum.
She collapsed on top of me while we both tried to catch our breath. When she rolled off of me, she laid on her side propped up on her elbow and laughed. "You should see yourself."
"You're a sight, too." I joined in her laughter.
"How's my girl feeling?"
"She's feeling thoroughly fucked."
"No, I mean about what she did," she asked.
"Oh, you mean the lipstick? You don't think it was too much?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you liked it."
"I DID. But how did it make YOU feel sissy boi?"
"It made me feel ... pretty." The memory from my childhood reappeared. It was of a little girl.
"You are pretty." She kissed me. "Do you think you would like to go further, you know, like with other things."
It had begun to occur to me that I might like to take our experiment further. "If you're okay with it. I wouldn't mind trying other stuff."
"Tell me what you'd like. Say it."
"Your gurl wants to try other things. Like maybe makeup, or more pretty lingerie such as some of your camisoles or nighties, maybe even ..." I hesitated, "dresses."
"That's my gurl."
"You don't mind that I'm not the man you married?" I asked, afraid of how she might react.
"Darling, you will always be the person I fell in love with and married, regardless of what you wear or how you look. And have you not noticed how much I enjoy having you as my gurlfriend? I love this side of you. My only regret is that it took us so long to realize it."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure."
"Lari, my darling," she looked me in the eyes. "We'll never do anything you don't want to. Although I may challenge you and push you, if I think you're resisting, when it seems like you want to go further, but are scared. Just remember, though, I'll always be right here, to support you. Hmmm, it seems a little strange to call my giulfriend Lari.
I thought about it. It resonated with my long-repressed memory. "Yeah. I like that. Let me hear you use it."
"Lari, my love, be a sweet sissy boi and lick my pussy," she stated seductively.
My tiny clitty twitched. "Yes. That's it." Lari sounded right.
I went down on her, licking her labia, sucking up her juices and my cum until she pushed my head away. "Mmmm, that was nice, but I need your strap on dildo inside me. Now!"
Of course, afterwards, I pulled her up so she could lower her cunt onto my waiting mouth.
When she was licked clean, she slid out of bed and opened her lingerie drawer and selected two pairs of clean panties with respectively matching baby doll tops. She tossed me an outfit to sleep in. I was thrilled by the new feelings created by the top as it caressed my body and rubbed my sensitive nipples. I knew I was going to like this.
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Kidnapped
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Posted:Apr 3, 2024 2:43 am
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The email came in the middle of the week and caught Diana by surprise. She read it in the bathroom at work, not wanting to risk anybody seeing it over her shoulder. It read...
"A place has become available at short notice for one of our weekend parties which matches a your desires. This event is rated as "Intense" and is not suitable for all our members, however, we think you might enjoy it. It meets several of your desires that our regular gatherings will not. It is also a weekend long trip away. If you are available this coming weekend and can commit, please reply in the next 4 hours."
Diana realized she was short of breath and flushed, butterflies in her stomach betraying her desire.
"Count me in" was all her reply said.
The reply came less than an hour later as she sat at her desk, trying to fathom an Excel sheet. Without thinking she picked up and unlocked her phone when it lit up with a notification and as she read the message she felt her stomach drop, the sudden realization that anybody could have overseen it combined with its implications.
"Excellent. Your transport will pick you up at 3pm on Saturday from your address. Dress casually and pack light, everything will be taken care of."
That was Wednesday lunchtime, and it took an age to reach Saturday.
She was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a small suitcase at her feet, waiting for the car to pick her up when through the slim window panel in the door she saw a dark Mercedes transit van pulled up on the pavement outside. Two men got out, one tall and stocky, the other small and wirey. They both headed to her door, the smaller one trailing and checking the clipboard. Both were dressed in dark suits.
There was a brisk knock on the door. She unlocked the door and opened it enough to see what they wanted. When the tall stocky guy said her name, she confirmed and barely had time to be confused before he was pushing his way in, bundling her backward and then picking her up off the ground, one hand around her waist and the other clamped over her mouth. His smaller partner stepped in behind him, closing the door and putting his clipboard down on the hall table.
She kicked and writhed against the big man holding her but there was almost no point, she wasn't going anywhere. Her summer sandals came off her feet as he held her off the ground and the wirey one stepped up close, getting between are kicking legs.
He pulled her hands forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists, and then in a clearly well-practiced move, pushed a large red ball gag into her mouth as her captor released his hand. She'd not even had time to try and scream before her jaw was pushed wide open and the gag jammed in and buckled tight.
The smaller assailant stepped back for a second and the bigger one shifted to get a better grip on her, letting her get her feet to the ground.
The man in front of her then produced a large pair of mortician scissors from a side pocket and held them up to show her.
"Less wiggling around unless you want to end up being nipped with these." He told her, stepping forward and nearly cutting her summer dress off and a couple of snips. Her pink panties were next, then both bra straps and between the cups. With a magician's flourish, he pulled the last of her clothes away dropping them in a heap with the dress. She now stood nude, gagged, and cuffed, in her own hallway, in front of two strangers.
Working together again they uncuffed her hands and then recuffed them behind her back, through the stair rails, at no point giving her any chance to slip from their grasp or run.
They stepped back and stared at her, not leering, but inspecting her.
The smaller one produced a plastic carrier bag from another pocket and scooped up her ruined clothes into it. The sandals he tucked under the hall table with her other shoes as if it was the most normal thing in the world, picking up his clipboard as he did so.
"Anything special?" Asked the taller one, sounding almost bored.
The wirey guy ran his finger down the clipboard and shook his head.
"Nah, three holes and electrics, like the last one. What size do you reckon? Too short for a medium but those tits will be a squeeze into a small."
The taller one stepped forward, producing an old-fashioned tape measure from another side pocket and looped it around her chest, totally oblivious to her squirming and struggling.
"Nah, small will be fine. Bit tight, but nothing more than normal."
He pointed to a the carrier bag on the floor. "Beautiful sexy bra". She'd chosen it this morning because the invite might have said "dress casual" but there was no way she didn't want to look hot as fuck when she stepped out of the car. God only knows how she'd arrive now.
"Right then, small it is." said the wirey one. "You live here alone sweety?"
She nodded.
"OK to leave you to think for a few minutes then." He turned his back on her and addressed his workmate.
"Come give me a hand would you, I've got her keys, so we can get back in," he said, holding up her keyring, something else he'd picked up from the hall table.
As the front door closed her head spun. She'd been waiting for a car and driver, imagining a luxury ride for an hour. She remembered her frustration at these two appearing. It literally wasn't 2 minutes since they'd knocked on her door and here she was stripped, cuffed, gagged, and assessed as "fine for a small" whatever that meant.
She tried to read the clipboard on the side table. There were lists of names, forum screen names she guessed, too small to read, under headings she could read. "Ornamental", "Entertainment" and "Service" all sounded innocuous in themselves.
She desperately tried to work out where his finger had stopped or spot her name, but the clipboard was just too far. Her mind reeled at the implications. Ornamental had nice overtones. Entertainment and Service couldn't be that bad could they.
Before she could think about it anymore the door opened again and they were back, one walking backwards as they carried between them the sort of loose-planked wooden crate that the terrorists in a movie have stuffed with a rocket launcher or Indiana Jones finds the treasure.
It was about as long as she was tall and had hemp rope loops that they carried it by. Now she understood what a "small" was, it was the box she was going to be packed in and transported to the party.
Years of hardcore bondage porn, forced bi, Hardtied, Public Disgrace, among them had filled her head with this imagery.
The top came off the crate and was set to one side, various things were taken out of it and piled to the side and then men moved efficiently to pack her up.
A posture collar was buckled around her throat, keeping her head held high and straight. With her jaw already wide open with the gag it was very restrictive. Her hair was pulled back into a short neat ponytail with surprising gentleness. There was no roughness or malice in these guys' work, they were quick, efficient, and workmen-like. Despite being nude and she hoped, attractive, they didn't ogle her or grope her big cock when they touched her, she was an object to them, something to be packaged up and delivered. She could only wonder at how often they did this. Didn't one of them mention "same as the others"? Was she not their only stop today? Was she the last? How long was she going to be in that box? She tried to stay calm.
A wide leather strap was looped around her waist and cinched tight. Her wrists were uncuffed from the stairs and recuffed to D rings set into the belt on either side of her waist. Only then did she notice the collar was chained to the stairs and an actual padlock keeping her tethered there, they were taking no chances, not that she was about to make a dash for it to the door, nude, cuffed, and deep in suburbia.
Two leather belts were looped around her, one above her A breasts, one below. When they were pulled tight they held her arms in place and squeezed out her tits, which were pulled into place over the belts by callused hands.
"Best get the electrics in place before we box her up" she heard the wirey one say, and the big guy spun her round to face away from the door by her shoulders.
"I hope you're used to this or it's going to sting a bit" she heard him say as something cold, metallic, and greasy was pushed again her boi pussy. Now she realized what "electrics" were, this was an e-stim in buttplug form.
She tried to relax and accept what was happening as the hard cold metal entered her. It didn't feel too wide but it was going deeper than she would have imagined, but it was soon in place.
She was spun round again, firm hands holding her. She couldn't look down because of the collar, but she could see the wirey guy kneeling on the floor in front of her.
He reached up and with one hand spread her legs, the other sliding another cold cage over her big cock. She thought it must be one those chastity devices she'd seen online and wondered about.
"Very nice cock you're got there," the wirey one said, out of sight in front of her. She felt herself blush. Even the way he spoke about her was professional and almost clinical.
Quickly he looped latex tape around her ankles, the sort that stuck to itself and nothing else, before moving on to loops on either side of her knees and another around her thighs. Her legs were immobile, trapping the plug in her. He stood up, admiring his work and then producing a small black box from yet another pocket. How come these guys had so many pockets! She was almost jealous.
"Let's get you plugged in and give you a test."
He knelt again and she heard cables being plugged into the box, which was then attached to her waist belt in the middle, away from where she could reach it.
"Pleasure first," he said, with a wicked grin, producing a remote from his pocket. Immediately the plug began to vibrate and she tried not to gasp.
"And now pain."
The zap was sharp, intense, throbbing, and lasted only a second, but made her yelp and writh. The shock ran through the whole of the plug in her boi pussy, making her big cock tingle with the aftershock that had run through her, deep inside her. She might have collapsed to the floor if the big guy hadn't had his hands under her arms holding her up. Even with the after-effects, it was not at all pleasant.
"Yep, those work. Don't fuck about or we'll zap your boi pussy until we're satisfied." Said the wirey one.
"And we're sadistic fuckers" chipped in the big guy, right in her ear, quietly, and with enough menace to make her believe it.
She heard the padlock being removed and without another word they picked her up and carried her over to the crate, carefully laying her onto a padded base. They were right about the size, her feet flat against the bottom, her head not quite touching the top.
From her restricted viewpoint she couldn't see what they were doing but she felt them putting cushioning down either side of her legs and another piece over her waist. Her head already sat in a foam U shape, unable to move much. That, done as soon as it started, the lid was moving into place and her world went dark.
There crate was made of planks, and there were gaps between the boards. Above her, she could see the ceiling of her own house, which seemed both comic and terrifying. She tried not to panic, the box being very close and suddenly claustrophobic.
The first hammerblow was unmistakable and she would have jumped if she could. She thought she might have made a squeak but even that might have been muffed by the gag. It was quickly followed by five more as nails were driven through the lid at all four corners and either side of her waist.
"Ready to gas her up?" She heard the bigger guy say. She heard a hissing noise and felt the padding they had slipped around her inflate, squeezing her legs and waist tight.
She could feel the panic rising as her breathing got that bit harder to take but as soon as it started the hiss started it stopped and she found that whilst breathing was restricted other than only being down her nose and the padding hadn't made it worse, but she was now completely immobile. They had been right about her size, with her arms cuffed to her waist and the packing on either side of her arms inflated, her small tits were squeezed together and if they'd been any bigger would have been pressed uncomfortably against the lid.
She heard a bolt sliding and suddenly there was light in her eyes. The big guy had slid the bolt on a flap in the lid above her face and folded it back. She stared up at him and he stared down at her.
"Time for a last consent check. Say no and we unpack you right now, and Cinderella does not go to the ball."
He straightened up and produced a mobile phone along with a white square of card. After fiddling with the phone briefly he made sure it was pointing at her and then clearly and calmly read out what was in the card.
"Today is Saturday the 11th of March. You can't speak obviously, but blink once for yes and twice for no to confirm you understand what I am saying"
She blinked once slowly, imagining what this must look like, her face peering up out of a wooden box, for mouth stuffed with the huge ballgag.
"Please confirm that you are..." He included her full name.
She blinked once.
He reached down and placed the card in the crate, face up so it was in shot along with her face and that he could still read it.
"And that as a member of this private club, you have consented to the following acts and situations...sex with both men and women, suspension, anal sex with..."
He then read out a list you knew all too well. You remember scrolling through it, readily clicking some options, hesitating over others, but ultimately clicking far more than the majority, opting into things you'd seen online and fantasized about for years.
He reached the end of the list, paused, and almost comically drew a breath.
You blink once.
"Excellent, good gurl, that concludes this consent recording. "
He tucks the phone away and reaches to pick up the card.
Looking back down at you, it seems like his manner changes, now that you're restrained, completely unable to escape or even complain, and the recording is safely in his pocket.
"Now, before we load you into the van, you should understand you've got it lucky. Give us any trouble and we'll punish you to the electrics, but you've not got any special instructions and you should be thanking us.
"Or you could be packed head to toe with another gurl, locked in there with your mouth over her cock, so dwell on that as we drive."
"Enjoy your weekend away you sexy slut. You're going to be ticking off a lot of those boxes."
And with that, the flap is flipped shut and the bolt drawn. She feels herself being picked up and carried, knowing that anybody watching just sees a couple of removal guys carrying a wooden crate and a carrier bag out of her front door with no idea of what's inside either.
Anybody who came looking for her wouldn't find anything amiss or missing, her shoes still tucked away under the hall table, only a handful of new lingerie missing from her chest of drawers.
She hears her front door being pulled shut and after a few seconds the van doors being opened. Her box is slid inside and lifted up, she thinks into racking maybe. It certainly feels like she's not on the floor. There are the unmistakable sounds of ratchet straps and the box stops moving. The van door bangs shut and the engine starts.
After three very heavy jolts over speed bumps that leave her acutely aware of the plugs, she feels the van turn out of her road and she realizes that the real adventure starts here.
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Running Buddy
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Posted:Apr 2, 2024 4:16 am
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When Saturday morning arrived, I headed to the park and waited for him at the main gate. He arrived at 7:55. Joey was a real man, and he was taller than me. Maybe 6' 3". He also had a larger frame, and I could tell right away that he was probably a gym buff.
He came up to me with a large smile on his face.
''Lari, so happy to finally meet you!''
He grabbed my small hand and pulled me closer to him, giving me a big friendly hug.
''Yeah, I'm really happy to meet you too Joey! It will be great to train with someone else.''
I felt so small beside him. I was 5' 5", 145 pounds. I really had the frame of a runner. Cardio was my thing, and I didn't spend too much time at the gym.
We started running and we were able to maintain about the same pace. I was surprised, because Joey was much bigger than me. He also had a bigger stride, so that might explain why he was so fast.
During our run, we chatted about everything and anything. Joey was a sales rep for a sporting goods company. He travelled a lot for his work. He was single and lived alone. When I asked him about his status, he was a little big vague, which made me doubt: was he gay?
I explained that I had recently lost my position with a marketing company, that I was currently living off my severance package, and that I was hoping to land another job soon. I also told him about Jenna. I explained how I had found it difficult to suddenly live alone, and that my situation sometimes brought me to drink or smoke a little bit more, which, of course, didn't go well with my training goals.
Joey was a great listener. He gave careful attention to my life story, and I didn't feel judged at all. He was also an awesome motivator. During our run, he pushed me many times, helping me end our 23 kilometer run with my best pace ever. We were both very sweaty, but I was really happy with our conversation and tempo, and I was especially happy that I had just made a new friend who shared a similar passion for running.
I gave him a high-five.
''Good job, Joey!''
Joey's large hand hit mine, but he grabbed it and brought me closer to him, giving me a huge hug.
''Great run my little friend! You did amazing!''
His hug felt very friendly. But I couldn't help but feel the huge bulge in his running shorts. I didn't say anything, of course, but I wondered if his cock was hard or not.
''You run very fast for a petite figure, Lari. You really surprised me today. I thought I was going to outrun you.''
He laughed, and I blushed.
''Yeah, I know. I wish I was taller and had longer legs like you. But I think I'm doing pretty well for a smaller guy.''
''Yep! Anyways, I'm proud of you.''
''Thanks, Joey. Means a lot.''
''Hey give me your phone, buddy!''
I was surprised by his command, but gave him my phone. He took it in his large hand, and turned it towards me so facial recognition would open it. I then saw him type something.
''There, you have my number now. Please text me later on tonight. We can plan our running schedule. Sounds good? ''
''Yeah sure! I mean, I'm jobless and single, so your schedule is my schedule Sir.''
He laughed.
''I'm around for the next few weeks. I'm going away next month. Business trip to California. But besides that, I'm available pretty much every morning or evening. Let's chat later and plan something.''
''Sounds good. Talk to you later Joey.''
''Bye Lari. Talk soon.''
We both smiled and went our separate ways.
The walk back home was about 30 minutes long, and my legs were dead.
When I arrived, I took a long shower. I started reflecting on my time with Joey, and how great it felt to be with someone positive who shared my interest for sports. And for some reason, out of the blue, I looked down at my small cock. It was rock hard.
This really confused me. Why was my brain connecting a great time with a new friend with a sexual desire. I slowly started to stroke my 3 inch cock. I was picturing Jenna here with me in the shower. Our bodies pressed against each other. And then, a mental picture of me in Joey's arms popped up in my brain. I remembered how hard he hugged me. How my small hand felt in his large hand. I remembered his bulge. And I came. I shot a huge load all over my hand and some landed on one of the shower walls. What the fuck was happening to me?
Don't get me wrong. I have quite a few gay and bi friends, and I consider myself very open. But to this day, I had never really pictured myself with another man.
I tried to think about something else, got out of the shower, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen. I prepared a good healthy lunch, and decided to binge watch another series.
A few hours later, I decided to text Joey.
''Hey Joey! It was great this morning. Thanks again! When do you want to run again?''
''Hey Lari! Thanks for texting me. I was hoping I made a good first impression. How about tomorrow morning, 6 a.m.?''
''Yeah, that sounds great. Let's do that!''
''See you tomorrow at our spot!''
I was happy. I had a new buddy, and it kind of gave me a new purpose. I went on with my day, but couldn't help thinking about my hard on in the shower, and the fact that I had Joey in my mind when I shot my load.
I turned off the TV and decided to pour myself a glass of Canadian whiskey. And then another. And another. After about an hour, I was tipsy. I really enjoyed that initial drunken feeling. I decided to watch some porn.
After starting with my initial type of porn, I surprised myself typing these words in the search engine: ''Big dominant man with submissive gay sex.'' My search immediately gave me many kinky options, and a simple look at the list of videos made me instantly hard. What the hell was I doing. I decided to shut down my laptop without watching one of the videos.
But my sudden desire would not go away. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be with a real man like Joey.
Still tipsy, I got my phone and sent him a text.
''Hey! It was really, really fun today by the way!''
He replied right away.
''Yeah, I know. You told me already, silly boi!''
''I know but I can't stop thinking about it.''
''What do you mean, Lari. Thinking about what?''
I hesitated. What was I doing? I might ruin this new friendship. I was drunk and confused. I didn't know what to say anymore. I wanted to get out of this situation.
''Hmm well how amazing our pace was!''
''Haha yeah ok. I'm sure you really, really enjoyed our pace!''
What had I done. He was probably going to block me, thinking I was crazy or something.
''I'm sorry I texted you. I'm a bit drunk, Joey.''
''Ah, I get it! Alcohol can sometimes act as a truth serum, did you know that? Are you trying to tell me something sissy boi?''
I didn't know what to tell him.
''Let me call you.''
All of a sudden, Joey was facetiming me.
''Hey Lari!''
''Hi Joey. Sorry I'm such a mess Sir.''
''Don't worry about it. I find it kind of hot.''
''Really? I don't know what has gotten into me.''
''Seems pretty clear to me Lari. You enjoyed our time together and liked what you saw this morning.''
''But... I'm not... I mean... are you?''
''Am I gay? Good question Lari. I basically take what I want in life. Kind of like a hunter. I hunt my prey and always end up getting it. Honestly, I think I could do something nice with you.'' He laughed.
''Something nice? What... what do you mean?''
He laughed again.
''Let's save that for our next run, okay! You're drunk, my friend! Now try not think too much about big cocks, ok?''
I blushed.
''Hmm ok, ok. I will, I won't I mean. I'll see you tomorrow Sir.''
That was a first for me. Although everything was a little bit blurry because of the booze, I knew Joey had just flirted with me. I also knew that I had talked way too much. Why did I even open that door?
I needed to sleep it off. I decided to skip supper. I took another quick shower, two tylenols, and jumped in bed. I was hard again, but I decided not to touch my tiny cock. I wanted to close my eyes, and wake up in the morning with a clear head.
I slept like a baby. My smartwatch woke me up at 4:45 a.m.. I needed some time to eat a good breakfast and have coffee if I wanted to be in top shape for our morning run. I had a headache. No surprise there. Too much booze, not enough water.
My morning prep was so slow that I decided to take public transportation to get to our meeting point. I arrived a 6:05. Joey was already there, stretching. He smiled as soon as he saw me.
''A little late, sleepy head!''
He started laughing.
''I'm so sorry, Joey. I definitely had too much to drink yesterday. My routine is a bit off this morning.''
He came closer and took me in his arms. He held me for about 10 seconds; long enough for me to feel, once again, Joey's huge bulge.
''All good, my friend! Ready to roll?''
''Yeah sure.''
He gave me a pat on my bubble butt and smiled.
''Let's go lttile boi!''
I giggled nervously and blushed immediately.
We started running and I quickly realized that I should have postponed. I was embarrassed about yesterday, but I was also struggling. Joey was outrunning me. I was out or breath and needed a break. Joey noticed and stopped.
''You good, buddy?''
I had a huge headache, and an upset stomach.
''I don't know, we might need to slow down Joey. Not my best morning, to be honest.''
He got behind me.
''Relax! You're tense.''
I felt him get closer to me. He pressed his body softly against my back, and I suddenly felt his strong hands. massaging my shoulders and my neck.
''How does this feel?''
It felt fucking amazing. But it was also weird. I didn't know what his intentions were, but I could feel the sexual tension in the air. On the other hand, this was by far the best massage I had ever had. I wasn't 100% sure, but I thought I felt his cock brush against my cute butt.
''I can keep going for a while if you want. You like it sissy boi?''
I was bright red.
''I really do Master, Sir.''
''Then ask me to keep going?''
''Can you please continue massaging my neck and shoulders Sir?''
''Why, my dear? Do you like strong manly hands? Do you like the power and force on your petite body?''
''Yes I do, Joey. It feels amazing.''
His face got closer, as he whispered in my left ear.
''Good, I'm happy you like it.''
I felt him press his body a little tighter against mine, and there's no doubt in my mind that I now felt his huge cock against my ass.
He suddenly stopped massaging me. He came around and smiled. I blushed again, realizing that he probably noticed the tiny bulge in my running tights.
''We good, ready to roll buddy?''
I was frozen. He smiled and snapped his fingers.
''Hey, wake up! Time to roll my friend.''
''Yes, yes, you're right. Thanks for the massage. Let's roll!''
And he slapped my butt once again.
We started running again, and our pace was better than at the beginning. It wasn't great, but better. We chatted about training, nutrition, the effects of alcohol on our routine, and all sorts of things. It was as if nothing had happened.
We ended up only running for 15 kilometers. I wasn't really happy with my performance, and I realized that I would have to do better next time.
Joey once again gave me a big high-five, which once again ended with a huge bear hug.
''I really love spending time with you, Lari.''
''Me too, Joey! Sorry for not being a great running partner today. I have to stop drinking!''
''It's all good. Talking about drinking... Want to come to my place tonight?''
''Hmm well... what did you have in mind?''
''I was just thinking sushis and two buddies having a few drinks. See you at 7? I'll text you my address.''
He wasn't leaving me the option of saying no.
''Ok sure! Need me to bring anything?''
''Just that petite body, Lari!''
He laughed and put his large hand on my shoulder.
''I'm teasing you, I hope you're not offended.''
''No, no. All good!''
''Sounds good. Would you like me to get you rosé, or another type of drink?''
''I'm more a whiskey kind of guy, Joey!''
''Nah, I think you should drink rosé. I'll get you a bottle. All right, see you tonight!''
He hugged me again, before walking away. He turned around and caught me staring at him. He winked and smiled and was on his way.
I was harder than I had been in a while. And there was no way to hide it. Joey had seen it, no doubt in my mind. And what was tonight all about? Was I going on a date? I mean, he had given a few hints that he was into me, but I had never been in this kind of situation. Was I giving gay sissy vibes?
I waited a few minutes for my small erection to go away, and started walking back home. I didn't want someone to see me by myself, in the public park, with an erection. That could be creepy for someone.
When I got home, I went straight to bed. No shower. I was so tired. And I fell asleep instantly, with, once again, a small hard on.
I woke up 3 hours later. I was feeling much better.
I got out of bed, and headed straight to the shower. My clitty was still as hard as a rock. I didn't want to touch it, because I was trying to forget what had caused it to be so hard, or who had caused it to be so hard: Joey. I was clearly in denial.
After my shower, I got dressed and decided to go out. I went for a quick breakfast and latté at my favorite Café, I bought new pink thong panties, a new shirt and a new pair of jeans at the mall, and ended up getting a new pair of sneakers at a shoe store close to my place.
I hadn't texted or called Joey all day, and I was actually considering not going to his place. I had fun with him and we really connected. But I just wasn't able to read him properly, and I didn't know what to expect.
I decided to text him.
''Hey Joey! I probably won't be able to make it tonight. I hope that's ok with you.''
His reply came instantly.
''Hi Liam. Don't be silly. I'll see you at 7.''
How was I supposed to respond to that?
''Hmm ok. See you later!''
I didn't understand how Joey was able to manipulate or control me that way. When he spoke to me or texted me, I felt compelled to do exactly as he said.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about how my evening at Joey's place would go. I was nervous about it, but I decided that I wouldn't stress too much about it. If I felt uncomfortable, I always had the opportunity to leave.
Before leaving the house, I took another shower, put my new clothes, shoes and panties on, and headed to Joey's place. I arrived right on time.
Joey had an older house in a very nice neighborhood. I knocked on the door, and heard his footsteps on the other side. I was greeted with a huge smile, and, of course, a big strong hug. Joey was well dressed, and had his apron on.
''Hey Lari! C'mon in! As you can see, I decided to prepare my own sushis instead of ordering out. Your rosé is waiting for you!''
''Thanks Master.''
I followed him inside. The house was very well decorated, and everything was extra neat. The table was already set, and everything was perfectly placed. Joey led me to the living room, and invited me to sit down. He handed me a glass of rosé.
''Cheers, my little friend! I'm so happy that we have met! We have so much in common, and I'm very grateful for the opportunity to have you here with me tonight.''
''That's very nice of you to say, Joey. Thanks for inviting me.''
Joey sat down in the other chair. We started talking about my job search, about our common athletic goals, and about our love lives. By this time, I was already on glass number 3. Joey was very good at noticing my empty glass, and would fill it up right away.
Joey noticed that I was getting a little tipsy.
''Lari, tell me. Have you ever been with a man? Sexually?''
I blushed.
''No, Joey. I'm not gay.''
''I think you are, actually. I'm pretty good at reading people. I noticed how you look at my big bulge. I also noticed how hard you got when I was touching you. Don't you think it's dishonest to tell me that you're not gay if you haven't even considered how attracted you are to me?''
He was going there. My mind started thinking about an exit strategy. Maybe I could fake an emergency? An allergy to the rosé? He noticed how uncomfortable I was, but he continued.
''Have you ever pictured yourself as a wife?''
Wowza! This was going in some kind of weird direction. I laughed nervously. Joey stood up and filled up my glass one more time.
''Are you just teasing me, Joey? I mean, I know I'm smaller than you, but you're just kidding right?''
He smiled.
''Not really Lari. Let me be blunt. As soon as I saw you, I knew I would have this effect on you. I think that deep inside, you crave the control. You crave for me to take control of you. And the only way that's gonna happen is if you are transformed into my little wifey.''
I didn't know what to say, and was wondering if Joey was just playing with me.
''I kind of feel slutty. Maybe we can talk about my new pink panties Master?''
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Bored Little Gurl
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Posted:Apr 1, 2024 6:37 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:54 am 3652 Views
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I was bored. My Master was still at work, I had finished all my chores and it was too early to start dinner. And to top if off, I was as horny as a slut in heat. So, against my better judgment and Master's strict rules, I made my way to our bedroom for a little naughty fun with the toys.
I stripped off what little clothing I had on and brought out the goodies. I had my trusty vibrator, nipple clamps, and a medium size butt plug. Laying them all out, I grabbed the lube from the bathroom and I was ready to go.
Taking a little lube, I coated the butt plug, then I worked it into my tight boi pussy. Once in, I sighed with pleasure at the fullness in my boi pussy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wiggled around and enjoyed the feel of the butt plug moving inside of me.
Next, I grabbed the clamps. Taking a nipple between forefinger and thumb, I rolled and tugged until my rising desire made it rock hard. Taking a deep breath, I clamped it on my aching nipple. My breath rushed out of me as pain exploded from my nipple, filling my body with its power. A fiery path burned bright from my clamped nipple to my small cock, then the rush past and the pain dulled.
I went to my other nipple, repeating the experience, still thrilled at the rush it brought with it every time. No matter how many times I have it done to me, I'm still surprised at the rush of thrilling pain and the surge of pleasure that always follows in my tiny cock. As the first wave of pain passed, I tugged on the connected chain, causing a fresh wave of pain to fill me and leaving me even hornier.
With one last wiggle and tug, I grabbed my vibrator. I turned it on high and pressed it on my aching desire and I rubbed around my throbbing clitty. I could feel myself leaking my precum all over the clean bed sheets. I went faster, alternating between teasing myself wildly, circling my tiny 3" clitty, and tugging on the clamps. I became so caught up on my over whelming sensations, that all thoughts of Master and the consequences of my actions escaped into the bliss of my lust.
I felt myself edging closer to the climax I craved. I closed my eyes and tensed my body, willing myself to fall. When I fell, I fell hard; jerking about I cried out my pleasure. My legs clinched, trapping the butt plug deep inside my boi pussy. I rode the waves, one after another, soaring high and then with a sigh I sank into the softness of my release. I turned off the vibrator and just laid there, slowly coming back to myself.
"I hope you enjoyed that my little sissy slut because that is the last one you are going to get for a long time."
I froze. My Master's angry words filled me with dread. Slowly, reluctantly, I opened my eyes to see him filling the doorway. Anger and disappointment were reflected in his eyes as I looked at him.
"You have been a very bad gurl. You disappoint me, little one. I thought I had taught you better. This is my fault as well. You still lack discipline and I must teach you to be better so this will not happen again. You do want to be my good gurl, don't you?" Master peered at me with his intense eyes, making me feel deep regret at my misbehavior.
"of course I do Master. I'm so sorry." I felt tears beginning to form and I quickly blinked them away. I knew they would not help me.
"I know you are, how else are you going to learn that I don't make the rules just so you can break them at will." He paused and looked deep into my tear stained eyes before giving me my first instructions. "Take out the butt plug , then get on your knees and elbows on the edge of the bed on your side."
I took out the butt plug, wincing at the pain my movements caused my nipples. I placed them on the bed as I crawled into the desired positions. The light reflected off my glistening tiny clitty as I waited for my punishment...
I waited, holding my breath, unsure of what Master was going to do to me. But I knew that I deserved whatever he gave me. I knew the rules and I knowingly broke them and got caught in the act. On my knees and elbows, I waited for Master to hand out my deserved punishment.
I heard him moving about the room, picking up and putting down objects. I remained still, keeping my ass an open target for Master. I watched as Master stepped up to the bed with the leather blindfold in his hands. He threw it at me and it landed beside my hands.
"Put it on sissy boi." He turned without seeing if I obeyed, but he knew I would. I quickly slid it on and covered my eyes. My world was now dark, leaving me in suspense as to what my Master would use of me.
I tried to control my breathing, but panic was beginning to set in. I knew Master would never truly harm me, hurt me yes, but never would he put me in harms way. But what was he waiting for? Why isn't he starting yet? My clamped nipples shocked me out of my growing doubt as the clamps, still doing their work, ached as a shudder of fear raced through me for a few endless seconds.
I cried out in agony as the first fiery stripe across my bubble butt filled my dark world. Two more quickly followed, leaving me gasping as the pain raced from my abused cheeks to fill my entire body.
"Count them little slut. You will receive twenty from three different objects. Those first three were just to get your attention. Now count."
He hit me again, hard, at the tender spot where ass meets thigh. I yelped and them replied, "One Master." Tears were falling, sliding away from under my blindfold and dripping down my chin.
I felt Master wipe a few tears away. "You're doing well. Only forty more to go." I groaned at the thought that I was only a third of a way into my punishment. Master gave my clamped nipples a slight tug. I shrieked. I heard him chuckle as he moved around the room. I listened to his footsteps and when they stopped, I tensed.
When the first blow fell, I knew it was the wooden paddle. The first object had left long stripes of pain in is wake; the paddle warmed a wide circular area, leaving my poor ass throbbing. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit for a while after this. I was sobbing, my breaths coming I and out fast, pain was my only companion at the moment. It had taken me all of my self-control to remain in position as the blows feel. All I really wanted to do was fall flat on the bed and curl into a fetal position and cry.
"Next time you will not be so tempted by your own selfish desires, will you?" he removed the clamps. Blood rushed back into the once flatted nipples.
"No Master!" I cried out as the new pain filled my senses. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Oh God that always hurts so much.
"I came home early to surprise you and reward you for being such a good gurl lately. I see that my reward was premature." Hearing him and knowing how badly I had disappointed him made the punishment seem light compared to the ached I felt in my soul. He knew me as well as I did myself that I would punish myself long after he had forgiven me and the punishment had ended. I can be harder on myself then my Master can. I want to do well, but sometimes it was just so hard.
Master removed my blindfold and wiped my face with a cool washcloth, cooling my face and wiping away my tears. He smiled gently down at me.
"Very good, little one. Rest now and I will take care of my little gurl." Slowly I began to regain my normal breathing. Remaining still allowed me to gain some control over the pain. After Master finished putting away all the objects- a paddle, the bamboo cane, and a single tail, he joined me in bed.
I rolled onto my side and buried my head against his neck, inhaling his unique scent. Gently Master wrapped his arms around me and held me till I fell into an exhausted slumber. Master had forgiven me...thank you Daddy.
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Picked Up
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Posted:Mar 31, 2024 8:24 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:54 am 3989 Views
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Near the bar, I saw a boi checking the signs. A bit on the shorter side, but obviously a sissy. He was in a tight t-shirt, nipples hard, his biceps were thin, and it was apparent he had cute bubble butt and tight abs. I was about to pass him. He had that look of desire, of real longing, but so nervous.
I stopped. "Wondering where to go?" I was about half a foot taller than him.
He looked up at me. "Well, yeah, sort of. I've, er, never been to one of these places before Sir." Very good, very, very good.
I looked into his eyes, there was no doubt he wanted in. He looked young. "How old are you?"
"18 Sir"
"Prove it." I crossed my arms over my chest.
He reached around and pulled out his wallet, reached for a card and handed it to me. A driver's license. He was 18. His first name was Larry I looked at it seriously and handed it back to him. "So what are you looking for?"
"I need to get fucked really bad Sir."
"Do you now?"
"Yeah, I'm so needing to ride a big dick Master." Clearly this femonine boi has been trained!
I looked at him. Long blond hair, rocking feminine body, and a need in his eyes to be fucked that was obvious. "I have a big dick."
"Want to fuck me with it Sir? Please Master I'll be a good gurl?" His eyes shone.
So, who could turn down a hot body and a sex hunger that deep. "Sure, come with me." We headed to my car.
"I so need to get fucked, I'll do it anyway you want, I promise." He kept up with me. "It's been a couple days since I've been fucked by a real man , I really can't stand it anymore. I need a cock in my boi pussy."
This guy was this horny and desperate after a couple of days? He must be a total bottom. I was contemplating how nice it would be to sink into his ass. We made it to my car, I had parked close. I beeped it open and he jogged to the passenger side.
Getting in I started the engine up. "I'm talking too much, but I'm so fucking horny, I need to get pounded. I can get pounded for a long time, you can go as long as you want, I promise. I'll take it al Sir, like a good little gurl."
"You really do sound like you need it."
"Yeah, I'm so used to getting fucked all the time, and it's been days, so I just can't stand it anymore. No offense, but right now I'd bend over for anyone. I'm really glad you're hot. Cuz you are hot. How big is it Sir?"
I chuckled a bit. He was so eager. "9 and a half inches. Pretty thick too."
"Oh, thank God! Bigger and longer is so much better. I can take a lot, as rough as you want, you can just go and go as long as you want." Lari rubbed his small hands on his legs, biting his lip, breathing deep and looking out the window. He reached his hands up and ran them through his hair. Checking his crotch I could see he was hard and very small. He pushed his hips forward and arched his back, his head against the head rest.
It wasn't a long trip to my place, and Lari bounced between silence and how good he would be taking a fuck. I pulled up and he virtually jumped to get out of the car. I didn't delay either, no reason to. As I was unlocking the door he was bouncing on his heels. As soon as we got in, he pulled his shirt off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I closed the door and stood back, just watching. Dropping the shirt, he undid his pants, pulling them off, wearing only pink thong panties. He stood straight and I got a look at him.
Smooth, thin chest, smooth and hairless. And very small cock that was fully erect. Seeing me look at him, he put his hands behind his head and displayed himself. That was not something I expected but I certainly did appreciate. I kept my gaze on him, one of his legs was moving, bending the knee and straightening it, he was anxious.
"So you want to get fucked, do you Lari?" I asked him.
"Yes, please fuck me, I need it so bad." His leg moved faster. It was fun to watch, he was almost drooling. I reached out and felt his arms, down his pecs. He took a deep breath. I slid my hand, felt over his tight abs, and fondled his little cock and small balls. He groaned. "You can do anything you want to me, just fuck me please!"
"OK, follow me to the bedroom". I kept hold of his clitty and led him. Climbing the stairs I had to let it go, but he followed like a puppy. Damn this was quick. Just about the easiest pickup I've ever had. I hadn't even had to try. As I reached the bedroom, I turned around, unbuttoning my shirt. Lari was standing there, his leg still agitating.
"Want me to take your pants off Sir?" Lari asked as I pulled my shirt off. His hands gripping and un-gripping in anticipation.
"Sure." I tossed my shirt to the floor. Lari got on his knees before me, reaching for my belt. I could see him shaking a bit as he undid it, then pulled it out. He opened my pants, pulled them and my shorts down. As soon as my cock popped out, his mouth got on it.
And holy fuck what a mouth! He took most of my length down right off. It was warm and his tongue was going right off. He pushed my pants down, thrusting his mouth up and down on my shaft. He grabbed my ass and worked his head almost violently on my big prick. He was gagging and going further and further down, it wasn't half a dozen bobs before his nose was in my pubes and I felt my cock down his throat. He was forcing his face on my pelvis like I was delivering a severe face fuck. I wasn't holding his head, he was doing this to himself. My knees buckled a bit and I had to force myself to stay upright. Lari kept going at it, not taking a break, seemingly not breathing, but shoving my cock down his throat over and over. And not just taking the tip, he was doing the whole thing, pubes each time.
It was a good thing he was holding my ass, otherwise the force he was going down on me might have knocked me over. I put my legs out wider to get more stable. Damn, this sissy boi was still going at it like a steam engine. I mean a literal machine. I was getting close, it was amazing. He was working so fucking hard and it was effective. Self fucking his own throat. Double damn. But I wanted that ass. Looking down his back, there was his nice bubble butt. I need to tap that.
I grabbed his head, which took a bit of effort to catch it, as it was moving so fast. I had to work to stop his head. He actually resisted a bit, but I pulled his head off my dick. "I thought you wanted to get fucked?"
"Yes, God yes Master please fuck me Sir!" Lari had drool going down his chin.
"Bend over the bed faggot and show me your boi pussy."
"Yes, Sir!" Lari jumped up, bent over the bed, resting his chest on the mattress, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "I have a good pussy, you can just shove into it." He was wiggling his ass around.
Those were some nice, muscled round ass cheeks. I ran my finger up and down his crack. It did feel good. Lari shook his cute bubble butt. "Come on, come on, please fuck me!" Lari begged. I put my finger on his hole and ran it around the edge. "Daddy, please fuck me. I need a dick in me so bad. I need to get fucked!"
He really wanted it. I was ready to oblige. I lined my dick up and put the head on his rosebud. I started to push in. Once I broke the ring, Lari began to back up on my dick. I was a bit surprised at that, but maybe I shouldn't have been. He was a horndog. I kept pushing forward and he pushed back, so I was hilt-deep in no time. Lari was fucking himself up and down on my prick. I was thrusting into him at the same time, and it was glorious. Lari was giving out feminine sounds every time I was all the way in and there was no doubt he was enjoying it. I put my own hands behind my head and thrust like I was in some sort of porn. It was great. I didn't have to hold back, I could pump as hard as I wanted. So I did. Harder and harder. Lari kept moving as much as he could. His boi pussy really gripped my cock and it felt very good.
Slut Lari moved one leg up on the bed, letting me get even deeper into him. I grabbed his narrow hips and used my hands in conjunction with my hips to keep up the fuck. I was back to getting close. This boi was some hot fuck. I started pounding him even harder, and we were both sweating, my hands slipped a bit on his body and so I grabbed harder.
I started to cum and came deep in him. I was holding tight to him, keeping him in place, and kept my dick shoved all the way in until I was done. When my last spurt entered his guts I didn't move for a bit. Then I pulled out. Sweaty and breathing hard, I crawled over him to fall on the bed on my back. Lari's arms were shaking and he looked up at me. Beautiful feminine face, flushed red from the fucking he had gotten. It looked so good to see him wrung out, that was the face of a well-fucked sissy boi.
Lari had a new surprise for me, moving forward to suck my dick, cleaning it off. Someone had trained this horny ho well. He did ass-to-mouth on his own. He face-fucked on his own. He pushed onto the dick fucking him. Very well trained.
My thoughts were interrupted as I realized that Lari had gone past just cleaning my cock and was blowing me again. "Still horny?" I looked at him. Without taking my dick out of his mouth he looked up and nodded his head. "I might make you work for this one." He got a sparkle in his eye and dove into sucking. Making him work was a bit of bravado. I'd just delivered a great fuck and it was going to be a bit before my dick was ready to go again. But he could work on it.
Teenage Lari had energy, that's for sure. He was going at my cock. In addition to the energy, he had some skill. Some guys think they can just be fast, or enthusiastic, and that was enough. It's good, but skill is actually better than speed. He was working hard. I adjusted myself up on the headboard, so I was more comfortable.
As a compliment to his skill, I was getting harder. It was like he was going to get me ready for fuck again by pure determination. It was amusing to watch, more amusing to experience. Truly skilled cocksuckers are hard to come by, and this faggot had some talent. I watched him work on my dick and felt what he was doing to it. It was no half effort. You would have thought he would die if he didn't get me cum again. And he was determined to live. His hand made it to my balls and worked them as his mouth worked my cock. I let him go. I'd let him work my prick even if it didn't give me any recovery time.
I was enjoying it, he was totally dedicated to my dick, I was getting hotter again. I was beginning to think I'd be able to fuck him again. I checked out his body, since he didn't seem to have any problem working as long as he needed to, I could take my time. He was in fantastic shape, no body fat. Good muscles. Nice long blond hair. He worked out. I knew that from the first time I saw him, and when he stripped for me, he really had a fine body. The sweat all over it made it seem like he was built for sex. I couldn't believe how lucky I was in this one. Easiest pick-up I've ever had, literally. And he worked for it, worked hard.
Damn, my dick was seriously hard now. Lari was looking up at me in anticipation, reaching around and feeling his asshole. I knew what he wanted, and he knew he had gotten me going enough to fuck him again. Since he didn't seem to have any problem doing all the work, I just told him "Well, climb on up and ride it if you want sissy."
"Yes Sir, yes Master, yes my new God!" He scrambled up and wasted no time getting his ass over my prick. He got right to sitting down on it, all the way the first time. He rode my dick and he rode it fast, pulling up almost so I was out of his hole and then all the way down so he was ass to pubes. He never seemed to take a break, he just bounced and bounced. He felt up his nipples, pulled and twisted them. I was turned on by his groans, and they all had an edge of desperation in them. He was getting fucked for the second time tonight, and he sounded like he was kept from dick for months, but he had said days. He was going at it like a freight train. He was fucking himself like a cheap promised a great tip. A perfect cock loving sissy slut.
It got my dick hard. Super hard. He was going so fervently that it was like watching a show. It was some of the best sex I'd had in a while. It's great when the bottom is really into it. Not just a little into it, like it was their entire reason for being. This was like oxygen for him, it seems. His hands came up to his head, rolling through his hair, still fucking himself on my cock. His groans grew louder and if it were possible he fucked himself faster. I was getting close again. A hot feminine body and a vigorous fucking would do that. Yeah, there it was - I shot into him again. I let out a shout at that point. Fuck it was a powerful orgasim. The boi could turn on a man.
I closed my eyes, throwing an arm over my head. I felt him pull off my dick and an instant later his lips wrap around my prick and start to clean me off. Such good training he had gotten.
Lari didn't stop when he had cleaned my cock. I looked up to see, and feel, he was working on it like he was ready to get going again. There was just no way. I grabbed his head and pulled it off me. "Whoa boi. Take a break."
"I can take more, I can get fucked again Master." He struggled to get back to my dick.
"No. But hot damn you are horny. I'll need a bit before I can fuck you again."
"I can suck you off until you're ready."
"No. Shit boi, your hole must be worn out."
"Nah, it still needs something in it, my hole feels empty." Lari reached around and was fingering his own hole.
I rolled my eyes. Did his pussy not have an off button? "Hold on." I reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a good size dildo, and showed it to him. He smiled. I lubed it up and handed it to him. It made it into his chute quick, and he got right to pumping, looking at me and kneeling doggy-style. I watched him for a little bit. I wondered if any of the edge was worn off of him. I needed to know what was going on in his sissy head.
I got up and ran my hands over his gorgeous body. He virtually purred as I touched him. I covered the hand of his holding the dildo with mine and just held it a second, then began to guide this pumping. As I took more and more control, he surrendered it, and his hand fell away. I was decently aggressive, but he had been going hard on his hole anyway. I slowed noticeably and he gave a groan of loss. "Roll over on your back."
Lari moved, convorting his leg so the dildo could say in. He made it to his back and arched his back up so I could more easily fuck him with the dildo. I didn't want him straining, so I pulled one of his legs up to my shoulder and adjusted my body to support him. I could tell how his muscles relaxed, that it was easier for him. I slowed my dildo-fucking and looked him in the face.
"So, I want to talk to you some. I'll keep this going, you answer my questions. Deal?"
"Sure. I'll tell you anything you want to know Master."
"So where did you come from?" I decided to start out with something a bit more general than asked how he got such a hungry hole.
"Eagleton. Lived there my whole life."
"When did you make it here?"
"Yesterday. Got a hotel room."
"Just visiting?"
He looked hurt, I wondered why. "No, I'm moving here. Gonna find a job doing something."
"So you just packed up and moved here?"
"Yeah, I had to get out of town."
"Why?" This should be interesting.
"My fucker said he was done with me."
"Your fucker?" That was a new term for me.
"Yeah, the guy who fucks me. He'd been doing it for years. Just told me he was through."
"How long had he been fucking you? When did he start?"
"We were in middle school, summer before our last year there. He fucked me all that summer, all the last year of middle school, then that summer, and all through high school."
"Did you ever fuck him?"
"No Sir, I'm the bottom with a tiny clitty, I get fucked, he does the fucking." Well, he does have getting fucked down.
"Why do you call him your fucker?"
"Because he fucks me, he fucks my holes." He looked at me like that should be obvious.
"How often did he do that?"
"All the time. Any time he wanted. He'd call me over, and I'd go over and he'd fuck me however he wanted, as long as he wanted."
"Any time?"
"Yeah, I love getting fucked. I don't want to do anything else but get fucked."
"Did he ever share you with someone else?"
"A couple of times, it was great, I got more cock."
"You really do like cock."
"I do, I love cock, it's the best."
"So, what happened?" I sped up my fucking him with the dildo, knowing it would make him more likely to answer.
"He decided to get married. Told me he wouldn't be fucking me anymore."
"That must have been hard on you."
"Yeah. I begged him to keep fucking me. But he wouldn't. He just told me it was over. The next day, I decided I needed a cock in me, so I texted him. He just said no. I packed up and drove here right off."
"Got a hotel room, and went looking for a gay bar."
"Yeah. Figured I'd get some cock there."
"Have you ever been to a gay bar before?"
"No." I moved the dildo to a few new angles, to keep him going.
"Think you can just walk in and ask someone to fuck you?"
Lari squirmed a bit. "I don't know. Maybe?"
"You're just 18, they shouldn't even let you in."
"Oh." He didn't seem to have considered that. "Oh!" I gave him a few rapid thrusts with the dildo. He needed to feel good. "God, fuck me more. I so need to get fucked."
I obliged, with the dildo, since my dick was still not going to get hard again. Actually, with his determination and skills, he might get another rise out of me. "You've not cum yet." I could see his hard 3" clitty.
"Don't need to. I just need to get fucked."
"Don't you ever cum?"
"Yeah, but it's not important."
"Does it cool you down? When you finally cum?"
"Not really, I need to be available for my fucker to so anything he wants."
"Damn, he did train you up didn't he?"
"Train me up?"
"Yeah, it's great, but fucking damn, most guys don't do half of what you do."
"Really? I figured it was just normal."
"It's not. Not that it's bad. It's fucking fantastic to be honest. Did he really fuck you that much?"
"Yeah, we could go for hours."
"I'm going to have to get you a fucking machine." I'm not sure why I said that. Was I actually considering keeping him?
"Fucking machine? That would be great." He really perked up. Damn, he really did like his hole plugged.
"You are unbelievable." I paused, thinking but still fucking him with the dildo. "Want a beer?" He was , but what the hell.
"Yeah." always wanted beer.
"Here, keep fucking yourself." I moved his hand to the dildo and went to the drawer holding my toys. I pulled out a vibrating butt plug and greased it up. Returning to Lari, I replaced the dildo with the plug and turned it on.
"Arrgghhh!" Lari's hips squirmed around as I let out a chuckle. This plug had a bit of power behind it, so I had figured he needed more than the little play setting, so this one was turned up.
"Like that boi?"
"Yes Sir. I always need something in my boi pussy." He squirmed and moved his hips. His little dick was hard and waving. Lari kept his legs spread wide for me. I knew he was displaying himself to please me. I slipped on a pair of shorts. Let him be naked while I was covered, to reinforce that I was in control.
"Think you can walk with that thing?" I might as well get some amusement out of his willingness.
"Whatever you want Sir." He got up, unsteady on his legs as he gingerly moved forward. I put one arm around him and guided him out to my living room. His gait was unsteady. I was enjoying his struggles. Playing with him outside of bed would be more fun than I had thought of before. I sat him on the sofa and quickly fetched a couple beers.
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