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Sure. I'd love to read them.

ok, here's a sissy fantasy, thought people on here might get something out of it, feedback always welcome x

I haven't seen him in a while, he's more a friend of a friend. We're very different, he's very alternative, piercings, tattoos etc, I doubt he would ever think I'm into anything strange. I know he's had a wild past, which has fallen away over the years. Probably has a desk job now. He's manly, but has a side to him that I'm sure is kinky. I approach him one day, asking to meet, and he comes out for a drink. I cant imagine what he'd see in me, but I had to talk to someone, I had to try. So here we are. After the first round, I tell him what I am, really, and that id like him to hook me up with someone. In the meantime I could prove to him what I am.
Essentially, I've told him I want to be dressed up and whored. I guess the first round was a double. I didn't want to be too forward, but it's burning up inside me. It hurts like loneliness, only new. Worse.
He takes me back to his apartment, amused. I've told him I want to dress up and suck cock, but he doesn't believe me. I go into the bathroom with the stockings, panties and lipstick I've brought, I get changed quickly. When I come back, he's sitting on his bed, naked. Big grin on his face like he thinks I'm going to run. I'm wearing white stockings, red lipstick. Nervous as hell.
His body is lithe, skinny. Those tattoos go all around his body. It's hard to swallow, hard to think. I'm going to kiss every one. I go to him, drop instantly to my knees and take him in my mouth. He's astonished, he swears, calls me a slut. The word makes my head bob faster, he notices. He grabs my hair, plunges his thick long skinny cock in my mouth. Oh god. The taste, the musky smell. The saliva already sticking me to him. There is nothing but the room. The wet sounds, the simple motions. All my doubts falling away like scales. We do this for a while, he's gasping, writhing. Twitching. Fuck, am I the one doing this to him? He stops, pushes me away, then turns and bends over. My minds breaks a little, I don't even hesitate to rim him. Its so dirty, but I have to. I want to.
He cant believe it. “Fuck, you're dirty,” he tells me. I go deeper, so that the names will get nastier. I tongue fuck him for a while before he turns around and studies me. “God, when did you turn into this?” I don't tell him. What does it matter. I just open my mouth, waiting. I suck him some more. He calls me pretty, and I don't think I've ever been so hard. So happy.
He remembers earlier, I asked him for a hook up. He laughs, asks me if I'm a bottom. I try to nod. He laughs more, then pushes me to the ground and spits on my ass. “Oh god, yes.” I'm begging now. Pleading.
He enters me. Long thick dick. Hurts at first but then it's beautiful. So deep. Feels so full. Everything gives way to give him more. A lover. Inside me. Pulling me close to him. Don't know when I was last this happy. Was anything ever real like this? He spanks me. Nice little sting. He goes deep. It hurts more than I like, but I'm his so I take it. He tells me he's close, so I ask to taste it. He laughs. Oh god, that mocking tint. So hot. He leans forward, chest sticking to my back, then pulls out.
I look back at him, gaze longingly at his tattoos. I get on my knees then start kissing my way up his body. “You wanted a guy, right?” he asks.
“At least,” I tell him. He laughs, then gets out his phone. We have mutual, though distant, friends, I haven't seen him in years. “No one must know,” I say.
He laughs again. “Who the fuck would believe me?”
I take him back in my mouth, while he brings me more cock. He makes me stop sucking, doesn't want it to end. So I just rim him, while he lays on his front talking on his phone. After a while the door rings and two guys come in, burly, thick. They look at me and laugh. “She needs to be broke in,” my tattooed man tells them.
She. Oh wow.
I'm still kneeling, never occurred to me to get up. My friend looks down at me, almost tenderly. “What did you come here for, tell me?”
I can't hide the aching tone in my voice. “Just fuck me, I want you to do whatever you want with me. All of you. Can I be your sissy cum whore?” It's a stupid question, and they laugh. But the heat in their eyes is intoxicating. Soon they're naked and I'm on my knees going from cock to cock, getting them ready while they talk shit about me. “Just a guy I thought I knew” my friend says, “guess he's changed.”
Not enough, I think. They sit on the bed, and I go from cock to cock, bobbing, sucking, kissing. Is this worship? Perhaps. My anus feels empty now. I crave him. In my friend's lap I beg him to pound me again. This sets them all off, and they bend me over, not laughing now.
One by one, they make a party of my body.
The first is big, but he's slow, methodical. He wants to enjoy me. He bites my neck. “Mark me,” I plead. And he does. He pulls out, then slams in, deep, angry, like an animal. The noises though. So primal. I close my eyes and absorb them for later. When he cums it floods inside me, the first lover to make a woman of me. The second is younger, impetuous. He mounts me, disdainful of the mess, but he's fast, selfish. Calls me fag. Sissy. Stupid. Slutty. Each word makes me smile. Giddy. This is surreal. Breathtaking. My legs are shaking, I'm dry cumming with every thrust. Body just giving in now. My friend has his cock in my mouth, and I take it slowly, my mouth knows it now. The man inside me spends himself, falling on me dramatically. His cock pops out and he asks me to clean him up.
I move around and stare at his slick, cum smeared rod. Mine. I think about what I'm about to do, then lick all the sweat and cum off his dick like it was a popsicle. I make appreciative noises, and they joke about me again. Oh. To be seen. I can feel their eyes, hard as any cock. I writhe for their amusement, I realise my cock is hard in my pants, but I haven't thought about it once. Now I take it out and jerk it. If I don't get a release I think I'll go insane.
They watch, silent now. I lick this cock clean, then turn to my friend, shiny mouth open. He frowns at first, stirred by the unsated girl in front of him. He puts his cock back in my mouth, fucking my face like I know he's never fucked anyone else's. He's an animal now. I drool, make my mouth wet, luxurious. He cums in my mouth, my hair caught bunched in his fists. Moaning like his pleasure is going to tip back over into laughter at any second.
I did that to him. I'm delightful now. They're lying there, staring at me. So I lie back on the floor, rub my cock and cum all over my shiny chest. I'm panting. Spent. Can't remember my name. Although I think I have a new one now anyway. I'm embarrassed I went so far. Excited they let me, tipped me over. Sexually, emotionally, I am more relaxed than I have been in a long long time. A little overwhelmed, I go to the other room and clean myself up. I can still taste and smell them all. I close my eyes to hold onto it all a little longer. When I come out, only my friend is there. The others have gone. They had nothing to say to me. My friend grins at me. “I gave them your number.”
To my surprise. I blush.
 
I tire of assumptions

Why is it assumed that if I am a male submissive, who is into sissy play, that I must also be into being raped by men? Why is it assumed that I must be into black men? And, why is it assumed that I must submit to genital torture? Are there no male submissives, with bi tendencies, who are not JUST that? Is all this other stuff a prerequisite of being a CD, submissive, bi, male? If so... WHY?
 
People like to superimpose what they like on others, that's all. They really do not assume, that take thinking, they just act that way.
Sorry if it causes you a problem but on lit you are going to get a lot of that, just ignore it and move on.
 
People like to superimpose what they like on others, that's all. They really do not assume, that take thinking, they just act that way.
Sorry if it causes you a problem but on lit you are going to get a lot of that, just ignore it and move on.

I'm trying, but it is damned frustrating.
 
Why is it assumed that if I am a male submissive, who is into sissy play, that I must also be into being raped by men? Why is it assumed that I must be into black men? And, why is it assumed that I must submit to genital torture? Are there no male submissives, with bi tendencies, who are not JUST that? Is all this other stuff a prerequisite of being a CD, submissive, bi, male? If so... WHY?

losing control can be an exciting part of submission (in theory at least), different people can take that to different extremes. i like the idea of more psychological submission, physical acts of submission, rather than pain. i guess, perhaps, it's the difference between being used and being taken...?
 
Why is it assumed that if I am a male submissive, who is into sissy play, that I must also be into being raped by men? Why is it assumed that I must be into black men? And, why is it assumed that I must submit to genital torture? Are there no male submissives, with bi tendencies, who are not JUST that? Is all this other stuff a prerequisite of being a CD, submissive, bi, male? If so... WHY?

I pretty much feel the same way. I have bi and cuckold fantasies, but i'm not into BBC, and I would not be into being raped or into genital torture either.
 
losing control can be an exciting part of submission (in theory at least), different people can take that to different extremes. i like the idea of more psychological submission, physical acts of submission, rather than pain. i guess, perhaps, it's the difference between being used and being taken...?

Psychology is part of every good D/s experience. Which is why the ultra cruel Dominant/sadist has no damn place in a relationship. They only belong in nightclubs where people actually pay to be abused. I've been on both ends of the flogger. I've seen the damage that cruelty can do.
 
I pretty much feel the same way. I have bi and cuckold fantasies, but i'm not into BBC, and I would not be into being raped or into genital torture either.

I get that everyone has their own "thing," but some people have a "thing" that utterly breaks the three pillars of a good D/s relationship. (Safe-Sane-Consensual.)
 
My New Year's Eve Treat

True story:

Our teen is out at the house of a friend in our neighborhood until midnight. So, I was told to go put on my red, lace rimmed panties and come help her with her shower. I waited on the plush mat by the sink. She let me watch her shower and stay on my knees to help her dry off when she was done.

She walked to the bed and laid down with a single word - "Lotion."

I walked to her, pumped some of her favorite lotion into my palms, and immediately began at her shoulders, working down each arm. She told Alexa to play some soft music. I caressed each hand and she lovingly squeezed my hands in hers. I looked at her questioningly. She nodded, "Go ahead."

I tenderly caressed each breast as her nipples grew hard. Then her belly. Then her thighs. She opened her legs to give me a peek of her sweetness. "Still off limits, but you may look."

I stiffened in my panties. I nodded silently. She swiped a finger over pinkness, then said, "open," raising her finger to my lips. I savored the tiny taste and became fully erect.

I lotioned thighs, knees, calves, then she stopped me. "Save the feet for last."

She rolled over and I caressed her back with lotion. Then her ass. I moved slowly down each leg. She rolled over and handed me the towel from her hair. "Lay it at my feet."

I did as she commanded and she looked at my panties. "I see you straining in those panties you little slut. Is there something that you want?"

"As you wish, Mistress."

"Lotion my feet and we'll discuss it."

"Yes, Maam."

I lotioned gently, paying attention to each toe. "Very nice," she said. "Pull it out."

I complied as she said, "Do you still like my feet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Show me how much. Then clean up the mess when you are done." I knew she didn't mean with the towel.

"Yes, Maam. Thank you." I began stroking, looking her in the eye. She caressed my balls with her toes and then pointed her toes to the ceiling. "You may touch them, rub yourself on them, then let me see you cum."

"Thank you, Mistress." I rubbed myself up and down. The head of my cock peeked up over her toes several times. I arched up, and moaned, almost forgetting to ask.

She chuckled as she said, "Cum now, pet."

She bent her toes and caressed the head of my cock, making it impossible to hold back any longer. I exploded. My cum splashed the soles of her feet.

"That was a lot. I hope you can clean it all up." I knelt at the foot of the bed and hungrily lapped at my mess. I cleaned all I could from her soles with my tongue. My nose and cheeks were moist when I looked up at her.

"Happy New Year, pet."

"Happy New Year, Mistress. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. Now put it away and wipe me dry, then hand my my socks and pajamas."
 
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