Tuesday, January 31, 2012

This is how you control a sissy!

"You don't like men? Really? That's not what your sissy clit says," he reached out, grabbed me, squeezed. "Now I expect you to do what you're told, when you're told, are we clear?"

"Yyyyessss, Sir," Kimber moaned, unable to help herself from thrusting her hips back and forth, realizing she was helpless, that she would, MUST do as ordered

He laughed, moving his hands with her thrusts, not allowing even a millimeter of friction, not even a second of pleasure. "No, no, sissy, no, you won't be cumming. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not ever."


Can I Join?


Friday, January 27, 2012

Foot Worship

Yea, this works, too.


Oral Worship

How every submissive, sissy or otherwise, should treat a woman.


Thursday, January 26, 2012

No Regrets

Pamela never regretted the day she threw caution to the wind and bought not one, but two, a pair of sissy slaves to be her handmaidens. They served her practical, day to day needs as well as any female slave, but it was in more intimate areas that the sissies really shined.

Why wouldn't they? Born with the sex drive of males, they would pamper her, massage her, and spend hour after hour licking her to orgasm, never once making her worry if they were 'in the mood' something one had to constantly worry about with female slaves.

Of course they were kept in constant chastity, something that served to heighten their sex drive, thus their desire to serve every whim, for the small, slim, almost hopeless chance to be released.


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Lunch Meeting

"How...how was your lunch meeting," I asked her nervously, knowing all too well who she was meeting with, her thoughts about him, her fantasies.

"Oh, it was fine," she answered evenly.

I heard myself exhale with opposite emotions: relief that nothing happened, yet disappointment, too.

"Oh, by the way, here," she said, turning back towards me, opening her bag and pulling out a pair of thong panties, the pair you saw her put on this morning when she got dressed. "Things got a little messy today at lunch, you'll need to take care of these right away, before things dry out."

It was then, as she moved her bag, I realized that I could see her breasts through her sheer shirt, that she also no longer wore the camisole she had on this morning, the bra either. 

The panties were cold and wet and heavy with a musky smell, stronger, more powerful than her. I looked up at her, mouth open, my eyes asking the question words could not.

"Sorry," she said innocently, "things went so fast the first time, I never got a chance to take them off before he...you know."


Source | sissy likes

Reality

That uncomfortable moment when she tells you she'd rather use her fingers because they bring her much more pleasure than that little boy clit of yours.


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Do Not Disturb


Source | NewbieCuckold

Late Night Snack


Bound

What makes these erotic for me? Three observations, plus one fantasy.

First, the ring on her finger. She's married.

Second, that she's bound to the bed.

Third, the expression on her face.

The fantasy? That she's waiting to be taken not by her husband, but by her lover.



Monday, January 23, 2012

Agent Provocateur Spring Summer 2012






Source | Spring Summer 2012: Agent Provocateur

Chloe Lecareux












Source | The Photography Link

White Fashion

 









Party


We were at dinner party on Saturday night, an adult, dress up party, where the gentlemen (and one sissy) wore suits and the ladies wore cocktail dresses. Emily spent a fair amount of time flirting with one particular gentleman, the host (his house), a man she had met once before, back when we were engaged. I wasn't present that time, though he flirted with her then, a little, knowing she was engaged.

Saturday night, though, was different, for now he had met me. And within twenty minutes of us arriving and being introduced to me, he was flirting with Emily, more, much more, blatantly, obviously, and most significantly, right in front of me. At one point, when he was in the middle of a story, Emily and I had finished our glasses of wine, he asked her, just her, if he could get her another glass.

Emily said, sure, she'd love another glass. Thinking for half a second, he took the last sip of his, looked to me and said, "I don't want to interrupt the story, why don't you grab another glass for both your beautiful wife and me."

I mumbled acquiescence to his request, his order, instantly confirming his alpha status.

As I was about to walk back to the bar area to get the drinks for them, when, while I was still standing there, he casually slipped his arm around her waist and said, "Come, let me show you the rest of the place while he's getting us our drinks."

Emily and I exchanged a quick look. His actions were so fucking dominant, so fucking BOLD, we both thought the same thing, knew it just by looking at one another.

The significance of the picture? Later, when his attention was distracted by other guests, I asked Emily if she was just flirting or if she was serious. She said she was just flirting, teasing me, but throughly enjoying the reaction she was getting out of both he and I.

"You're going to get yourself into trouble," I chuckled.

"What's he going to do? Pull me across his lap and spank me," she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Because I don't think do anything to stop him if he did, I think you'd like to see that, in fact."

The rest of the night, that's ALL I could think about!

Serving Wench


Misunderstanding


You honestly thought I was going to fuck you? 

You're kidding, right?

Sissy, sissy, sissy, little girls like you don't fuck women like me. You worship us, pamper us, you show your devotion to us, and if you're lucky, very, very lucky, you're allowed, on occasion, to spend an hour or two licking and tasting.

That's all, sissy, that's all. 


Closer


Closer, sissy, closer. That's it, right there, stop for just a minute, watch. See that? Half inside me and he's already DEEPER that you've ever been. Half inside me, and I'm already moaning louder than I've EVER done.

Half in. Only half in.

Source | ExxtraErotica:

Enjoy the cocktail, sissy


Saragirl’s Sissy Confession


Hey all of you, guess what I have for you today. A link to one of my short stories as recorded by Teresa Bowers from the cool site, Strapped in Silk.

The free, yes, FREE audio recording is here:

Saragirl’s Sissy Confession | Strapped In Silk-Forced Feminization

I like free things, don't you? Enjoy, and explore Ms. Bower's site to see what other goodies are around.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Helping Out


Fucking Hilarious

Ahhh, the frustrations of two sissies in chastity left alone while their wives are out on a double date with their boyfriends.

Poor girls, driven wild with desire just thinking about the fucking their wives are getting tonight. Too bad their wives knew this would happen, that the girls couldn't help try to fuck one another, and made sure to put them in chastity first.

Of course, what these two are doing will not result in an release for either one, quite the opposite, it will only make each more and more excited, make each swell more and more, make each that much more desperate to cum.