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The Life and Fantasies of a Sissy! Exercising control of the inferior gender satisfies their nature. You get three other porn sites once you join, including another sissy site! So from now I want you to be the wife and look pretty for me. It was quite uncomfortable and I could not move any of my limbs. Now kneel down and thank me.

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He had her giving me 5 times a day what they give one woman that needs a boost of estrogen. In just a few weeks I could feel my breasts start to swell up in my chest and my nipples always so tender. I would drip very small amounts of boi cum out of my useless pee pee by just rubbing my swollen raw nipples on a cotton tee-shirt.

My penis and scrotum started to shrink up in my body. I guess it is how a girl thinks but I started what seemed to lose my mind as my thoughts changed into changing feelings and I was crying all the time. My penis felt numb inside the heavy metal cage it was in and had shrunk up so much that it was like it was gone completely.

My anus seemed to always be horny as the blow up boi pussy plug was driving me into a sexual frenzy all of the time. To them both I was just a stupid faggot sissy house maid slave that was to be abuse as low as a back yard, with 40 dogs and me to be used as the shit off the shoes door mat.

Master Rufus loved more than anything was to show my wife, any stranger that would watch, our friends, and mostly my family that I am and have always been a sissy faggot since birth. Master Rufus first had me suck off my best friends penis and swallow his cum while my wife and Master Rufus watched. Master Rufus afterwards told my friend to tell my other friends that I would suck off their cocks if they wanted, just come over and cum in my faggot mouth.

He then let my best friend fuck my wife the rest of the day. I think I can be slut for someone and willing to have sex. I would love to be Lexi's new sissy in training. It turned out that Rita liked me in this role. She took to punishing me for chores not done or for anything that displeased her. Spankings were soon dished out. I took it all, my submissive nature not allowing me to protest.

One day she was so displeased with my dusting, she pulled my shorts down right there, put me across her lap and spanked me, making me plead for mercy. That day she kept me naked in the house with my wrists bound together in front. Things were looking bad for me.

We both know how feminine and submissive you are. And you do look so pretty dressed up. So from now I want you to be the wife and look pretty for me. And since you hardly go out of the house or meet anyone, no one will ever know. But there was no changing her mind.

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In fact she got angry with my whining and slapped me.

Then she made me wear her blue satin nighty and told me to sleep on the floor as punishment. I spent a sleepless light in the cold floor, tossing and turning and strangely, relishing the soft feel of the nighty. The next morning was a Sunday and after I made tea for Rita dressed in that ultra feminine nighty, she made me use a hair removing cream to clean all my body hair.

As I stood in front of her after a shower, naked, hairless and shamed, she seemed delighted. She started with the nail polish. I meekly started doing her bidding. She rubbed the cream and foundation lovingly, hiding any blemishes. The eyes got extra love with eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner. Apparently, I have beautiful eyes. And the lipstick was bright red and shiny.

The nails on the hand were drone in a cherry red shade to match the lips. This was followed by a purple bra-panty and a cream-coloured, silky smooth chemise. What came over it was stunning. It was what we call a lehenga in India. It included a half-sleeve blouse which shows your cleavage and leaves the mid-riff exposed and a heavy, a beautifully embroidered ankle-length skirt that starts from below the navel.

It was red with golden embroidery and it was just beautiful. Then came the accessories and jewelry. Some gold bangles for both wrists. Golden hoop earrings which were clip-ons and some golden anklets on both feet that jingled. She even but a hair-band on my head. Staring at me was a beautiful Indian bride. Looking at me, no one, and I mean no one, would have thought I was a boy then.

My heart suddenly started beating faster and I felt a little giddy. Never had I thought I could make such a beautiful girl. Rita looked at me and squealed with delight. I always knew it. You were meant to be a girl. I can see it in your eyes. Now kneel down and thank me. That entire day, she took lots of photos and videos of me as I went about my chores and er wifely duties.

Suddenly, she seemed softer towards me, even a little affectionate. She was no longer screaming at me. Every now and then she would come and tease me. As I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables, she came up from behind and cupped my ass, and ran her hands down my legs, leaving me aroused.

When I was dusting, the living room full of the sound of my bangles and anklets, she came out of nowhere, pushed me against a wall, and held my wrists over my head and gave me a deep wet kiss that left me shivering. In fact, I was loving it. The feel of the soft chemise and the freedom of the skirts was just exhilarating.

What was happening to me? It looked like I had a pretty girl hidden inside all this while. Only difference was that I was the woman, the wife being made love to. Rita was tender and loving, even though she tied my wrists to the bed, she left me helpless and whimpering as she played with my body, my nipples, my lips.

I could taste her lipstick as she kissed me and smell her perfume as she played with my hard dick that she kept calling my vagina. She even used a finger to er pop my cherry. That night I had the best orgasm of my life. And I rested my head on her bosom, exhausted and content, I went off to a contented sleep with a smile on my face.

I guess I was happy for the first time in ages. Life changed for me and Rita from that day. As we swapped gender roles, we discovered love. From Neil I became Mona and I was the new wife. I kept myself pretty and dolled up for Rita and she played the master and the husband. She was as hot and sexy as ever.

But she pampered me with gifts, flowers, cosmetics. Yes, she retained her love for BDSM. And I often found myself in various states of bondage, left tied up naked, or spending a day handcuffed or even chained to the bed as my mistress made love to me.

But I had fallen in love with all this. Life was starting to look good. You can learn more about the DMCA here:. I heard the jingling of bells on his feet when he gingerly approached the door to answer the bell. I checked him out as I entered.

He was slim, his black hair was cut short but came over the years, a little like the Sharon Stone look and he wore silver earrings in both ears. He was dressed in a white vest-like top and pink shorts, and he wore a pair of silver bangles on his left wrist. He had thick silver anklets with bells onthem on his bare feet and both feet had a toe-ring each.

There was also a hint of pale pink nail polish on the toes. I followed him to the kitchen, startling him. I brushed aside his protests. Or at least give you some company. He seemed natural in the kitchen. The only sound being the jingle of his bangles or anklets. I moved closer to him. He involuntarily took a step back.

I held his chin and brought his face up for eye contact. His lips were quivering with fear. I could spot a touch of lip gloss on them. My girlfriend keeps me like this. Bending down and showering my heels with kisses. Now, if I tell you I want a good fuck, will you do it? Not without permission from my mistress. I admire your loyalty. In the living room, I made him stay on his knees while I finished my tea leisurely.

Then I took out my cell and made a call. He passed the test. You have a winner. The stranger who had just stopped in his house had just made a call to his mistress. She led me for a few hours till we reached a river. All this while, I was trying to find a way out of my predicament.

And clearly, this goddess-like alien was more powerful than me in terms of strength. Maybe she mixed something in the food or maybe it was just exhaustion. She then took me back and instead of tying me to a tree, took me inside the cave. It was a beautiful cave with various animal skins over the floor. Before I continue, some facts about me.

I had never felt so effeminate before. Even the red nail polish was a symbol of slavery. My mistress gradually trained me to be her effeminate slave. Vulnerable, weak and totally in her control. She introduced me to sex the Whor way a few days after my capture.

She would then take some rope and tie my wrists behind me. And no, I was not allowed to touch myself or masturbate. One of the most wanted female model: I sat up and concentrated hard, and slowly, things started coming back. I was a passenger on the space shuttle Pioneer. Or maybe, I was dead and in paradise? The next few hours were spent in fruitless search.

Scared to death I let out a scream. It was quite uncomfortable and I could not move any of my limbs. A million thoughts went through my head: She was nothing like the ugly, green monsters they show on TV. Maybe I really was in paradise. Please bear with me while I describe this thing of incredible beauty.

She was dressed in some kind of animal skin. Yep, it was very close to paradise. She seemed to be losing patience with me and was getting angry. From the saddle she got some rope and came towards me. She was however, not ready yet. Needless to say, it was quite a humiliating experience. What had I stumbled into?

Crossdressing , femdom , forced fem , sissy. Magic wand for sissy. The year is Years after a nuclear holocaust ravaged the Earth and decimated most of the human population, all that is left is a desert where a handful of armed and aggressive survivors battle each other for three important resources — fuel, water and women, in that order. In this primitive atmosphere, women are once again the weaker sex, often preferred as currency, endangered, enslaved and exchanged.

I was running for my life, panting hard as the hot sand burned my feet. I was naked, except for the bells on my ankles and the sweat on my body. I cried as I ran, my shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing in the harsh desert wind, my breasts juggling and my dick swinging.

I was once a man. Perhaps I still am. Survival is all that matters. I stopped near a rock to catch my breath and when I turned around I saw them. Only difference was that I was the woman, the wife being made love to. Rita was tender and loving, even though she tied my wrists to the bed, she left me helpless and whimpering as she played with my body, my nipples, my lips.

I could taste her lipstick as she kissed me and smell her perfume as she played with my hard dick that she kept calling my vagina. She even used a finger to er pop my cherry. That night I had the best orgasm of my life. And I rested my head on her bosom, exhausted and content, I went off to a contented sleep with a smile on my face.

I guess I was happy for the first time in ages. Life changed for me and Rita from that day. As we swapped gender roles, we discovered love. From Neil I became Mona and I was the new wife. I kept myself pretty and dolled up for Rita and she played the master and the husband. She was as hot and sexy as ever. But she pampered me with gifts, flowers, cosmetics.

Yes, she retained her love for BDSM. And I often found myself in various states of bondage, left tied up naked, or spending a day handcuffed or even chained to the bed as my mistress made love to me. But I had fallen in love with all this. Life was starting to look good.

You can learn more about the DMCA here:. I heard the jingling of bells on his feet when he gingerly approached the door to answer the bell. I checked him out as I entered. He was slim, his black hair was cut short but came over the years, a little like the Sharon Stone look and he wore silver earrings in both ears. He was dressed in a white vest-like top and pink shorts, and he wore a pair of silver bangles on his left wrist.

He had thick silver anklets with bells onthem on his bare feet and both feet had a toe-ring each. There was also a hint of pale pink nail polish on the toes. I followed him to the kitchen, startling him. I brushed aside his protests. Or at least give you some company.

He seemed natural in the kitchen. The only sound being the jingle of his bangles or anklets. I moved closer to him. He involuntarily took a step back. I held his chin and brought his face up for eye contact. His lips were quivering with fear. I could spot a touch of lip gloss on them. My girlfriend keeps me like this.

Bending down and showering my heels with kisses. Now, if I tell you I want a good fuck, will you do it? Not without permission from my mistress. I admire your loyalty. In the living room, I made him stay on his knees while I finished my tea leisurely. Then I took out my cell and made a call. He passed the test.

You have a winner. The stranger who had just stopped in his house had just made a call to his mistress. She led me for a few hours till we reached a river. All this while, I was trying to find a way out of my predicament. And clearly, this goddess-like alien was more powerful than me in terms of strength. Maybe she mixed something in the food or maybe it was just exhaustion.

She then took me back and instead of tying me to a tree, took me inside the cave. It was a beautiful cave with various animal skins over the floor. Before I continue, some facts about me. I had never felt so effeminate before. Even the red nail polish was a symbol of slavery. My mistress gradually trained me to be her effeminate slave. Vulnerable, weak and totally in her control.

She introduced me to sex the Whor way a few days after my capture. She would then take some rope and tie my wrists behind me. And no, I was not allowed to touch myself or masturbate. One of the most wanted female model: I sat up and concentrated hard, and slowly, things started coming back.

I was a passenger on the space shuttle Pioneer. Or maybe, I was dead and in paradise? The next few hours were spent in fruitless search. Scared to death I let out a scream. It was quite uncomfortable and I could not move any of my limbs. A million thoughts went through my head: She was nothing like the ugly, green monsters they show on TV.

Maybe I really was in paradise. Please bear with me while I describe this thing of incredible beauty. She was dressed in some kind of animal skin. Yep, it was very close to paradise. She seemed to be losing patience with me and was getting angry. From the saddle she got some rope and came towards me.

She was however, not ready yet. Needless to say, it was quite a humiliating experience. What had I stumbled into? Crossdressing , femdom , forced fem , sissy. Magic wand for sissy. The year is Years after a nuclear holocaust ravaged the Earth and decimated most of the human population, all that is left is a desert where a handful of armed and aggressive survivors battle each other for three important resources — fuel, water and women, in that order.

In this primitive atmosphere, women are once again the weaker sex, often preferred as currency, endangered, enslaved and exchanged. I was running for my life, panting hard as the hot sand burned my feet. I was naked, except for the bells on my ankles and the sweat on my body. I cried as I ran, my shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing in the harsh desert wind, my breasts juggling and my dick swinging.

I was once a man. Perhaps I still am. Survival is all that matters. I stopped near a rock to catch my breath and when I turned around I saw them. A burly man was driving a run-down jeep, while a young woman dressed in some kind of body-hugging leather outfit stood on the passenger seat ready with a rope.

Where did they come from, I thought. I had been on the run for over a day and had not encountered any sign of life. Suddenly, I felt very naked and vulnerable. Panic set in and I began running again. I am sure I made a pretty picture, running naked, while the sun-tanned skin on my slender body shone in the daylight, but somehow my focus at the moment was only escape.

The vehicle caught up and was soon driving alongside, almost as if the driver was playing with me. I tried to dodge it but there was nowhere to go and I was getting exhausted. From the corner of my eye I saw the girl start to twirl a lasso over her head. As I fell, the young girl sprang from the vehicle, put my wrists behind me and tied them together and using the same cord, tied my ankles together.

I was trussed like a turkey, and scared out of my wits. Looks like we caught ourselves a runaway, and a purty one at that. The indifference angered me and I suddenly discovered my tongue. Sue, who must not have been more than 17, bent down on one knee and moved her face close to mine.

As she began stroking my hair my heart started beating louder. She was a beauty and she wore the tattoo of a free woman. Suddenly, she let loose a stinging slap which literally brought tears to my eyes. Then they took a rope leading from the wrists and tied it to the vehicle and began driving, dragging me behind.

My position seemed to have worsened. I was still a damsel with a dick, and apparently I was now a slave girl too. They kept me at a steady trot for a few hours, stopping only a couple of times to offer me water. No attempt was made to cover me and I continued behind them, naked and bound, the only sound being the engine of the vehicle and the clinking of my slave anklets.

We finally reached what looked like a lonely, desolate ranch. I figured the man and the beautiful daughter lived alone here. I was dumped in what was possibly a barn some years back, and my wrists were tied to a wooden pole. I slumped to the ground, too exhausted and drained to protest and soon passed out.

I came to when a bucket of water was splashed on my face. I opened my eyes to see the girl standing there. She seemed to have changed her clothes and all she wore was a bikini made out of some rough leather and some worn out knee-high boots. She also had a whip in her hand. On seeing the whip, the colour drained from my face. I left all shreds of dignity and courage behind and prostrated myself in front of her, kissing her boots.

First, tell me your story. How did you come to become this half-man, half- woman? I was born in the shelter and had lived there for ages. When the last of my family passed away, I decided to move on. I wanted to explore the world, see what was out there. For a year-old, the lure of adventure was too strong. My water and food reserves were in danger of running out.

On the third day, as I lay to rest under a cliff, I was jumped by two men, who stole all my possessions, bound and gagged me and sold me to group of men who lived some miles ahead in a large fortress-like building. And I later realized, his specialty was sex realignment surgery. The gang would operate on young boys, feminize them and sell them to pimps.

Women, as you know, are next only to fuel and water in terms of value these days. This surgeon had me knocked out unconscious and some days later when I woke up, I had these ample breasts, had lost all my body hair and even my lips and eyebrows seemed more feminine. As you can see, he had turned me into a beautiful woman.

I blushed at this, but continued. My main surgery was still a few days away. I am of no use to you. I have no skills whatsoever. Pa has gifted you to me and I can keep you as my pet. Saying this, she took off one of her boots and put her foot with bright maroon-painted nails in front of my face. I took the hint and began kissed the foot with alacrity.

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Only difference was that I was the woman, the wife being made love to. There was a churning in my stomach as this gorgeous creature left me thunderstruck and made me moan. Before I continue, some facts about me. She brushed my protests aside, and applied make-up on my face. The Rabbit Hole Ch.

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  7. As you can see, he had turned me into a beautiful woman.

Sorry for writing after such a long time. I think I am going to keep you in skirts from now on at home. Katelyn's New Sissy Pt. Leads to self exploration.


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