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Confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy. June 29, 2007

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Confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy.

 

Written by Miss Zoe

 

I often get asked, “How have you become such a successful woman in short a short period of time?”, or “What’s your secret to being a successful women in a man’s arena?”

 

The answer: simple.

 

Sex.

 

It’s as old as mankind himself and if you take a close look around today, you will see that it still exists. Do you honestly think that Hilary Clinton would be so popular if she had not been married to a president?

 

Well, I never wanted to marry a president of anything. I tried once but it didn’t take. But I leaned a very important experience from that lesson that I will share with you now.

 

Men like sex. And guess what? Men are everywhere you want to be. I knew I wanted a powerful career high in the skyscrapers of the planet. I also knew that I would be fighting for that position against many more qualified men and women. So I had to take a deep and honest look into myself and figure out what more I could offer to get the gig.

 

Sex. I like sex. I like sex with men. Deep down, I love to make men happy and always have, although I know that in the times we live in now, that is not very PC to say. But it’s true.

 

I think there are two basic kinds of women. A woman’s woman, like Oprah and people like Oprah who enjoy looking at only the female side of things and everything about the female. And then there is the man’s woman. Women who just love men, everything about men, can’t get enough of men and have studied them all their life. I am this kind of woman.

 

Now back to my ex lover, the powerful advertising executive. I envied who he was, and his job, and all his power. That is why I was attracted to him. It was naive for me to think that he would one day give me a powerful job in his firm but that is exactly what I expected and why I was with him. I pleased him for years and was the perfect girlfriend only to discover he was fucking one of his female co-workers. I didn’t understand why but wanted to. It wasn’t a case of selfishness, it was a simple case of he was not honest with me about his sexual needs.

 

And that is when I found out the secret. Most men who work 40 hours a week and more, and whose brains are filled with responsibilities and decision making stress, have two totally different desires about women. A powerful business man wants to have the classic supportive wife, and the kinky mistress to fulfill his bizarre and sometimes shameful sexual fantasies of power and dominance.

 

And that’s when I knew that I had made the mistake of trying to be the good girl at home, when I could get much more of what I wanted by being the bad girl at the office. I was reborn.

 

My plan was simple. I contacted a “corporate mistress” and paid her $300 for an hour to learn just a few common fantasies that powerful men paid her to play out. I was surprised to learn that they all had one thing in common. These rich and powerful men all craved to be dominated by a woman. The female domination took many forms, sometimes soft, and sometimes hard to believe, but the bottom line was that these men felt the need to surrender themselves physically and mentally to a powerful woman.

 

That didn’t sound too bad to me. And it kind of all made sense too. All day long these wonderful guys had to be strong, and tough as nails, and be proper and correct and inside the box in boring business meetings, in stuffy suits. And when they returned home to the good girl, they had to be in a different kind of box. What is the opposite of that? Being tied up and fucked in the ass by a beautiful woman. Or being dressed as a soft pretty girl, caressed and pampered for an hour.

 

Men and women have many differences and you either embrace them and love them because of it, or you fight for your own kind and force the others to conform. Oprah does that, and although it has made her rich, most men hate her. I embrace the differences of men and women, and I strive to learn what and why men do what they do. Because in the end, I love them, I want to be around them, and I want to be a source of joy in their lives. If what truly made them happy was role playing a fantasy about being a submissive man, then I am more than happy to abide.

 

Men have the wonderful ability to focus on something so intensely that they are consumed by it. Surely this is residue from the thousands of years of being a hunter. This includes million dollar business deals as well as sexual fetishes. And every man has them. Something from childhood about the first time they became aroused. They were children, and now they are adults, the fantasy is childish, but the fetish is insatiable.

 

Woman have the instinctual desire to be with powerful men, no matter how much of a selfish asshole he is. This is another instinctual desire that can get a woman into trouble over and over. Because we all know that the man at the top, is often the most selfish, distant, and difficult man you can find.

 

But what if you were the women that got to dominate the powerful man? Treat him like the dog he has to be, humiliate him, force him to surrender, and then kick him out on his ass. Now there is a true fantasy, one that I could not resist.

 

confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy.I began to date one of my ex boyfriends co-workers. A very wealthy executive who was recently divorced. He tried to make me into the good girl but I turned the tables on him and would not let him have sex with me. Our first time together, I tired him up on the bed, put a ball gag in his mouth, and teased him. I wore a leather dominatrix outfit and put on a strap on dildo. I eventually forced him to suck the strap on dildo and, no surprise, he enjoyed it. I got him into the 69 position and while he sucked on my strap on, I gave him a blow job. When we were done, I told him I wanted a job at the firm, and would leave him tied up for awhile to think about it. I lay the dildo on his chest, and put the ball gag back in his mouth, and went to a diner for a few hours. When I returned, he offered me a position as his personal secretary. I took the job.

 

Everyday when I entered the office, I put on my game face. I looked at each powerful man as a little boy who secretly wanted to be dominated. People began to notice that my attitude was unusual, sensual, and every man in that office was attracted to me. They would stop by my desk as often as they could and I would make them wait for me, or be slightly rude to them. Most of them ate it up like candy.

 

I never actually allowed my boss to have sex with me, instead, I would have sex with him. He would beckon me into is office when he had an hour or two, and I would tie him up. He begged me to fuck him in his ass and would buy different dildos for me to use, as well as different dominatrix costumes. I would occasionally ask him for a raise, and he gave it to me every time until I was making almost as much as him.

 

He made the mistake of telling one of his co-workers who asked me into his office once. Bill wanted me to dress him as a woman and softly dominate him. Bill would rent hotel rooms near by for an hour or two and we would play dress up. I would even take him shopping in the arts district for sexy lingerie. Again, I never allowed Bill to penetrate me, instead, I penetrated him with a black strap on dildo that he never tired of. And soon, Bill too was giving me bonuses and I began to be a very wealthy woman.

 

Before too long, I was having sexual fun with the more powerful bosses, and even one woman who asked me to dominate her. She was not a lesbian, in the same way that the men were not gay. They simply needed to let go, and give up control for awhile to relieve their stress. And I was more than happy to do this for them.

 

I kept a few dominatrix costumes in my closet at work, a jar of lube, an arsenal of strap on dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, sissy slut clothes for men, a ball gag, porno tapes, and oils. It got to the point where I was having 4 to 5 sessions a day and completely unable to get any work done at all. I became addicted to forcing both the men and the women to eat my pussy out. I got to be an expert at watching people please me orally. I was on 7 or 8 payrolls at once, making more money than anyone in there, and everyone was always happy to see me. Except of course my ex boyfriend who was horrified to see what I had become.

 

One weekend we all flew to NYC for an advertising convention and I was introduced to many powerful men. By now, all men had an instinctual sense about my dominance and they were attracted to me. Some knew why, others had to be shown. But at this convention, I met the president of one of the most powerful advertising agencies in the world. He asked me up to his suite and tried to have sex with me. Instead, I tied him to the desk and bent him over. I tied his ankles to the legs of the desk and forced him to suck the largest strap on dildo I had in my purse. He resisted at first, but I told him I would take pictures of him in this position unless he complied with my every demand. He did not give up control easily. But once he began sucking my black dildo, he became as docile as a baby sucking on a nipple. Then, I got behind him, spread oil all over his butt crack, slipped a few fingers in his ass, and penetrated his virgin ass. Cause in the end, all men are created equal. Just a little joke there.

 

Mr. Watson took the strap on as far as it could go. I praised him for it. He surrendered himself to me fully and loved every minute of it. I put his cock in a cock ring so he could not cum, and I proceeded to violate his butt in every position thinkable. He did not resist. After I had my way with him, I took off the cock ring and lay him down in the 69 position. I forced him to eat my pussy while I sucked his cock and we both climaxed together.

 

Needless to say, I flew to NYC many times that year, and made more money than any man around me.

 

Now some woman might consider me a whore. Some might call me a hooker. I don’t consider myself that, but one thing is for sure, I am not the nice girl at home who waits for her man to arrive and is dependent upon him. The only thing that bothered me was not having a close relationship with one man. But sure enough, I found a younger boy at the reception desk, who accepted me and my sexual behaviors, and has become my boyfriend. He doesn’t mind that I play with high powerful executives all day. I never let them penetrate me, I reserve that for my sexy young lover.

 

I have evolved from being the good girl. I must be honest about it. Being the good girl had it’s advantages and disadvantages, and so does being the office dominatrix. But at least now, I am wealthy, able to please many men in a very special way, and get what I want as well. Almost everyone puts on a uniform when they go to work, mine happens to be black leather, a strap on dildo, and a pair of sissy panties in my pocket.

Confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy written by Miss Zoe.

 

 

Sex Story Of Forced Feminization With Older Woman Helps A Sissy Come Out Of The Closet June 27, 2007

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Sex Story Of Forced Feminization With Older Woman Helps A Sissy Come Out Of The Closet.

 

This sex story of forced feminization with an older woman tells the tale of how a sissy city boy moves to the country and is helped to come out of the closet.

 

I lived in LA for many years and grew tired of the chaos and craziness that surrounded me. It was always a dream of mine in my twenties to move to the country and live the good life. On my 30th birthday, I made my dream come true and moved to Northern California and found a country home to rent by a mountain lake. I had no idea then, that I would get so much more from my country home than natural beauty. I would get the sexual bliss of my life and discover things about me I had never known.

 

When I began looking for a place to live, I stumbled upon the perfect country home on many acres that faced a mountain lake. I contacted the landlady named Barbara and met with her. She and her husband owned the property and rented out the guest home that I would live in. The fist time I met her, I was immediately attracted to her, and I got a sense she was also attracted to me. She was a voluptuous older woman with blond hair, large breast, and hips that wouldn’t quite. She was warm and friendly and very nurturing and we hit it off.

 

“So a good looking young man like your self must have a lover or 2 back in LA.” Barbara said.

 

“No.” I said. “I am all alone now and starting over.”

 

“Well, you will find the men here very macho and strong and should have no trouble meeting someone.” She said.

 

“Do you think I am gay?” I asked.

 

“Well, I suspected you might be. You are a kind and gentle young man and around here, those boys are usually found with other boys.” She explained.

 

“I’m not gay. I’m just from the city, and not used to the outdoors and being rugged.” I said.

 

“It’s very refreshing to meet someone like you Sean, you seem sweet and you listen very well. That is rare around these parts. I will rent you the guest house, and I hope that we can become good friends. If there is anything you need, do not hesitate to stop by ok?” She said.

 

I moved into the guest house and Barbara and I spent lots of time together, taking long drives in the country side, shopping for furniture for me, and getting to know each other. I was grateful for her friendship and felt very comfortable with her. She was a very sensual older woman and I could not deny my attraction to her. Her husband William was a very macho man, very strong and built with a mustache and about twice my size. I dared not to act on my feelings toward his wife.

 

When summer arrived, Barbara and I went swimming in the lake everyday. She would wear her white bikini that her large busty breast practically fell out of constantly. I wore my long swim trunks at first until they ripped one afternoon.

 

“Sean, it looks like you need a new pair of swim trunks. Lets go into the house and see if we can find you something.”

 

She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.

 

“Lets see what we can find for a good looking young man in here.” She said. “Now take off your trunks honey and let’s play dress up. And don’t be shy, I have seen it all before. Strip!”

 

I was shy, but was enjoying the attention so I slid down my bathing suit and revealed my naked body to her.

 

“Now turn around and let me look at you so I can get an idea of what would look best on you.” She told me.

 

I turned around and felt her eyes all over my bare bottom. It was turning me on a little and my penis began to swell and rise a little. She slapped my ass playfully and said, “you are a sweet bottom boy indeed.”

 

Barbara reached into the drawer and pulled out a yellow bikini bottom with tie strings on the side. “Yes, this will do nicely.” She said.

 

“That’s a girls bikini bottom. I can’t wear that.” I protested.

 

“Sweetie, it’s the only thing I have for you to wear. My husbands swim suit is too large for you. He has a gigantic cock and has stretched his suit out completely. You are a smaller size, more like my size, and this is going to work just fine for you. Now stop fussing and come over here and let me show you how to put this on.” She said.

 

She slipped the yellow bikini between my legs and raised it up to my dick. Then she laid me down on the bed and tied the strings on the side. It was turning me on so much, that I got an erection and the tip of my dick poked out of the bikini bottom.

 

“Looks like someone likes wearing my bikini after all. I knew you would. But honey, you can’t go outside with your little penis sticking out of your pretty panty. Tuck that thing between your legs now and let’s get back to the lake.” She said.

 

I covered up my swollen cock, completely humiliated and followed Barbara back outside. As we wadded in the lake, she would occasionally grab me and tighten my bikini bottom for me.

 

older woman, forced feminizaiton, forced sissyWhen we were done swimming, we went inside to make some snacks in the kitchen. Both of us in bikinis and laughing and having fun. Just then, her husband Robert came home and I became frightened that not only would he find me in a bikini bottom, but that he would see that I was having too much fun with his wife.

 

“Don’t worry Sean, he won’t mind. He likes you, just act natural.” She assured me.

 

Robert came into the kitchen and saw me standing near Barbara in her bikini bottom.

 

“Hello Sean.” He said. “You been swimming today?”

 

“Yes Robert, we have been in the lake all afternoon and my swimsuit broke so Barbara gave me this one.” I explained.

 

“It looks better on you. My wife is a fashion genius. You should let her dress you up more often. She has done wonders with me.” Robert said.

 

Barbara put her hand on my shoulder and said, “turn around and show Robert the back”.

 

I tuned around feeling very uncomfortable, yet excited at the same time. I was suddenly aware of Roberts eyes on my bottom and I bent over slightly to lift it up.

 

“Isn’t he such a sweet boy?” Barbara asked her husband.

 

“Well, you two have fun. I have to put in a shift at the fire department and won’t be home until late.” Robert went into the bedroom to get his uniform on and then left the house while Barbara and I ate our snacks in the kitchen.

 

“Barbara”, I said. “What did Robert mean about dressing me up?”

 

“Well for years I have been buying Robert clothes and trying to make him more presentable. Trouble is that I often make the mistake of buying him feminine clothes and he hates that. He is such a masculine man and I often forget that. I am a very nurturing woman and always wished I had a daughter to dress up and take shopping. Someone soft, sensitive, and sweet to play with. Someone like you Sean. Robert understands this and knows we have a special bond. He wants me to be happy.” Barbara said.

 

“Do you want to dress me up?” I asked.

 

“Yes, I want to dress you up very much. I want to help you get in touch with your softer, more feminine side. I can see in within you, and that it wants to come out and play. This is why we get along so well together. I know that you want me to dress you up like a doll, I have known that you have wanted this for a long time. And I want it too.” She said.

 

“I am scared Barbara. I am scared that I will like it too much and lose who I am.” I said.

 

“You can trust me not to hurt you Sean. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it. If you like it, then we will follow it to wherever it leads. You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.” Barbara said.

 

She was right. It made sense. She got up and took me by the hand into her dressing room. She slowly untied my yellow bikini bottom and began to dress me up in her sexiest lingerie. One piece of soft feminine garment after another, until I was transformed into a strange and exciting new form. A feminine form that stared back at me in the mirror and said playful, attractive, and soft.

 

Barbara’s nurturing hands, and reassuring voice, helped me to feel comfortable in my stockings, and panties and stuffed bra. It was so liberating to not have to worry about being so masculine and in control. To completely surrender myself and my body to this wonderful older women.

 

“You look fabulous sweetie. Don’t you agree?” She said.

 

“I feel good Barbara. You did a wonderful job.” I said.

 

“I am glad you think so Sean. I have wanted to dress you up for some time. You may not be aware of this, but I think you might be bi-sexual and perhaps even gay.” She said.

 

“What do you mean Barbara? I’m not gay am I?” I said.

 

“I suspect you are in the closet about a few things and long to come out. There is really only one way to know if you are gay and that is to be with a man. Have you ever been with a man before? “She asked.

 

“No, I never have.” I said.

 

“Have you ever thought about being with a man?” She asked.

 

“Well, maybe. Sometimes. But not all the time.” I said.

 

“I think there is a good chance you are bi-sexual Sean. And there is nothing wrong with that. I love you for it and love being around you just the way you are. I think you look so pretty in my sexy clothes. How about we go to the computer and look at some pictures. And you tell me if it turns you on at all ok? “Barbara said.

 

Well, I was wearing woman’s clothes. And not just clothes, but sexy slutty stuff. And I loved it. It was true that I had thought about men from time to time, but thought that was normal. Barbara had me very confused and was starting to make me thing that I might be gay. I was all very confusing but exciting at the same time.

 

adult toys, sex toysI sat on Barbara’s lap, as she surfed the internet and found pictures of naked men. She would ask me, “how about him? Do you find him sexy?” I would laugh and giggle and squirm in my silk panties. I played along and was honest about some of the men.

 

“You like the muscle studs don’t you sweetie? I do too. But I also like the twinkie boys. I want to dress them all up, just like you.”

 

We laughed, and she would tickle me, and I would squirm around in her wonderfully warm lap. She picked out one very hot and hung man and said, “would you kiss him?”

 

“Maybe” I said.

 

“Would you want to suck his cock?” She asked.

 

“Maybe” I said.

 

“Would you want him to take you, and have his way with you?” She asked.

 

“Perhaps” I said.

 

“You are a tease Sean. You know how men think. You must give them what they want or they get very upset. Now let’s try again.” She found a very hung stud and asked me, “Do you want to kiss him?”

 

“Yes” I said.

 

“Do you want to suck his cock?” She asked.

 

“Very much” I said.

 

“Good boy. Now we are getting somewhere”. She said. “Do you know how to suck a cock?”

 

“I am not sure Barbara, I have never done it before.” I confessed.

 

“Well, Sean, I am going to teach you.” She said.

 

Just then, Robert came through the door and found me sitting on Barbara’s lap, dressed as a slut, and looking at naked men. I was completely embarrassed.

 

“Looks like you two have been having fun.” He said.

 

“Honey, I think Robert is finally coming out of the closet. Stand up Sean and show Robert how sexy you look.” She told me.

 

I stood up very shyly. Barbara told me to turn around and I did, feeling the eyes of her husband crawl all over my body. So this was what it is like to be an object of desire. It was actually very exciting.

“Sean, go over to Robert and let him touch you.” Barbara said.

 

I cautiously went over to Robert and he began to run his masculine hands up and down my legs. He turned me over and put his crotch against my ass and I could feel his large cock against my butt. I began to get an erection and my penis popped out of my panties. Robert caressed my fake breasts and kissed my neck gently.

 

“Sean is unsure about his sexuality. He was telling me that he thought he might be gay but since he has never been with another man, he can’t be certain. He also has confessed that he wants to suck someone’s cock and needs to be taught how to do it. I can see by his hard on that he at least enjoys you touching him. That is a good sign. How would you feel about helping me to teach Sean how to give a blow job?”

 

Robert spun me around and looked into my eyes and said, “Sean, you look very sexy in my wife’s lingerie.” He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was huge and twice the size of mine. I was totally turned on and could not hide it. “I would be happy to help Sean come out of the closet and learn how to please a real man.” Robert said.

 

Barbara unzipped Roberts pants and pulled down his underwear and revealed an 8 inch cock sticking straight up at me. She took the cock in one hand, and cupped his balls in the other and demonstrated to me how to do it. Then she placed my hand on his large ball sack, and my other hand on his huge penis, and she placed her mouth over the head and began to suck. I watched her for several minutes as Robert looked down on us and moaned in pleasure.

 

“It’s your turn sweetie.” Barbara said quietly to me. I placed the tip of his penis in my mouth and began to suck up and down. Using my tongue as she had shown me to lubricate his shaft. Robert moaned and took my hair in his hands and moved my head slowly to the rhythm that he enjoyed. Barbara was encouraging me all the while and whispering soft things in my ear.

 

“That’s very nice. Oh he likes that. You are such a sweet little sissy that wants to please so badly. You are very good at this. Doesn’t it feel wonderful to have such a large penis in your soft and sweet mouth? It’s ok to like it sweet Sean. It’s ok to have the feelings you do. Faster, a little faster, take it a little deeper now my sissy.” Barbara said.

 

I felt Robert’s balls tighten and his cock grow larger in my mouth. Then ropes of cum began to spew down my throat and Robert moaned and his muscles tightened. Barbara forced my head from coming of her husbands cock and told me to swallow every drop he gave to me. And I did.

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Sissy Caught Cross Dressing By Dominant Girlfriend Sex Story June 27, 2007

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Sissy Caught Cross Dressing by Dominant Girlfriend Sex Story

 

My girlfriend is a business woman and I am an actor. I think part of the attraction is how opposite we are. I am open minded, playful and somewhat feminine for a man. And my girlfriend is strong, conservative, hard working, and has a very dominant personality. It was only a matter of time before she discovered what a sissy I am, and I discovered her need to dominate and control me.

 

When I would sleep over at my girlfriend’s house, she would get up and go to work early, and I would stay home until it was time to go to the theater. I began to go through her drawers and her closet and find the sexy and sluttish outfits to wear after she had left the apartment. I would try on her stockings, high heels, garter belts, panties and bras, and even her night gowns. I would dress up like my girlfriend, and add her perfume and make up and then prance around her flat looking at myself in the mirror. Then I would masturbate, undress, take a hot bubble bath, and go to work.

 

I have been cross dressing off and on since I was about 19. Once I told my ex girlfriend about it, and we broke up. I learned that most women do not want a cross dresser as a boyfriend and I have had to keep it a secret ever since. I am not gay, although I may be bi-sexual because at times I fantasize about being taken by a man. However I am not attracted to men, and prefer to have sex with women. But I always have the desire to cross dress and I have always wanted to share that with my girlfriend. I have always wanted to be submissive about sex, and let my girlfriend dominate me. It’s a secret I carry around and often I am forced to act like a strong man during sex, when in fact, I am just a sissy.

 

My lingerie longings increased and I began to do it everyday so it was only a matter of time before I was caught cross dressing by my dominant girlfriend. I was getting sloppy about putting her clothes away and more than once she would ask me if I had seen a particular panty, or bra, or night gown. Did she already know? And was she fine with it? I could only hope so.

 

One rainy morning, I fixed my girlfriend breakfast, kissed her off to her job, and then went back to sleep for an hour. I woke up, and began my usual routine of dressing up in the silk and lace of my pretty girlfriends clothes like the secret sissy that I am. I picked out pink stockings with a red garter belt and white lace panties. The panties were always my favorite and I wore them almost everryday. I attached the belt to the stockings and tightened it. I slipped on a pair of very slutty red high heels that my feet barely fit in. Then I fastened on a red bra. To finish my sissy ensemble, I placed a lace white teddy over my head that went down just past my butt. I went into the bathroom and put my long hair in pink pig tails, applied eye shadow and white makeup to my face. And topped it all off with my girlfriends red lipstick. I worried she must know by now that I am cross dressing because I keep using her lipstick and it’s about gone.

 

I looked at myself in the mirror and twirled around, checking my cute ass out, making female sexy faces, and sprayed some perfume on my neck. Then I walked back to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed and began to read my girlfriends magazines like Como and Glamour. I felt very sissified and very delicious. I was in sissy heaven.

 

About that time, I heard a noise in my closet that scared me have to death and I screamed, “who’s there?”

 

Slowly my girlfriend crawled out of the closet and stood over me looking very upset.

 

“I can explain” I said. “You see, I am working an a play at the theater and this is method acting. I am trying to get into the head of my co-star.” I begged my girlfriend.

 

“You are caught you little sissy. I caught you cross dressing in my clothes. You have been caught red handed wearing my clothes. I know you are a little sissy. I have suspected it for some time now.” My girlfriend said.

 

“No, you don’t understand, I was just rehearsing for the play. Please believe me.” I pleaded.

 

“It’s bad enough that you have been stealing my lingerie and expensive sexy outfits to dress yourself in. You have been stretching them all out, forgetting to put them back in the proper place, and using all my make up. Don’t lie to me on top of all that and say you are not secretly wearing my clothes, when it is obvious that you love to cross dress because you are a little sissy boy. A girly boy. Isn’t that true my little sissy slut?” My girlfriend said.

 

I was speechless. I buried my head in the pillow and began to cry. It was true. All true. I was a little sissy, and had been caught cross dressing. I was so ashamed.

 

“You know sweetie, when I met you, one of the reasons why I liked you was because you were such a sensitive man. A good listener, and had a very feminine side. I still love that about you very much. I have known about your desire to dress in woman’s clothes almost since the beginning. I was waiting for you to ask me to help you. But you never did. So, I had to resort to hiding in your closet, the last place you look in the morning, and spying on you. This is not the first time I have done it. I have watched you prance around like a little girly boy several times. I must confess, that at first I was concerned about it, but after telling all my girlfriends about you, I began to see the good side of it. And I began to realize that it turned me on.”

 

I continued to sob like a little girl. I looked up into my girlfriends eyes. She was seeing me in a very vulnerable state. She took my held and held it in her lap and stroked my hair in pig tails.

 

“It’s ok, sissy boy. I accept you and love you the way you are. Even if you are a panty slut. It’s the dishonestly that bothers me and I am going to have to punish you for it. Do you understand?” My girlfriend said.

 

adult toys, sex toys“Yes”, I sobbed. “I am so so so very sorry. Please forgive me. I love you very much and don’t want to lose you.”

 

“I want you to lay over my lap and stick that little sissy butt up in the air. Do it now.” She said.

 

I crawled like a slug across my girlfriends lap, she lifted up my white lace teddy and exposed my pantied butt. She massaged my ass for a moment, then forcefully pulled down my panties and began to spank me many times.

 

“From now on, (spank) you will always (spank) tell me (spank) when you (spank) want to wear (spank) my sissy clothes. (spank). Do you understand panty boy?” She said.

 

“Yes”, I cried. “Yes, yes.”

 

When my girlfriend had finished administering my punishment, she held me for a long time as I cried in her chest.

 

“There there my sweet boyfriend. It’s going to be ok. Now it’s all out in the open and you can come out of the closet.” She said.

 

“I’m not gay, if that is what you are thinking. I just like to dress up in women’s clothes. It’s a very liberating feeling. I still want to make love to you. I still want you, I still love you.” I said.

 

Sissy Caught Cross DressingMy dominant girlfriend kissed me. We laid down together and she stroked my cock in her panties until it was poking out of the top of the lace. I reached under her business suit and began to finger her swollen clit until she was moaning heavily in my ear.

 

“Are you my sweet sissy boy?” She asked.

 

“Yes, I will always be your sissy boy” I said.

 

“Make love to me now like the girly boy that you are.” She said.

 

My girlfriend took my hard cock out of my panties and slowly placed it in her wet pussy. She controlled my movement and I allowed her to do so.

 

“You are such a sweet and soft lover. From now on, when I leave for work, I am going to place your sissy clothes on the bed. You want that don’t you?” She asked.

 

“Yes, very much.” I replied.

 

“And when you get home at night, I am going to place different clothes for my sissy boyfriend to wear around the house. You want that too don’t you my panty slut? “ She said.

 

“Yes, I want that too.” I said.

 

“And from now on, you are going to be both my man, and lesbian lover aren’t you? You are going to fuck me like a man when I want, and fuck me like a girl too.” She said.

 

“Yes, oh yes” I cried.

 

My girlfriend began to climax and cum all over my pantied cock. The sound of my lace teddy against her business suit was too much and I exploded inside of her pussy and she came. We collapsed together and held each other tightly and kissed and hugged. It was wonderful.

 

“Sweetie,” she said. “I think it’s time for the new Glamour magazine to be out. Would you mind picking us up one on your way home from the theater?”

 

“I would be delighted to.” I said.

 

“That’s why I love my little sissy boyfriend.” She said.

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The next day, sweet Jonathan arrived at my house wearing his tight white work pants and tight pink shirt. He also was wearing a healthy dose of lip gloss on his sweet and voluptuous lips. I met him at the door wearing a light blue lace sleeping gown, and a black bra and panties. My pussy and I were very excited to see him.

 

“Good morning Miss Tonya. Did I wake you up?” He asked me.

 

“No Jonathan, I have been expecting you. Are you ready to go to work on my pipes again today?” I said.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya. Whatever you want.” He said.

 

I led him inside and stood behind him. I took his arms and held them by his hips as I leaned around and kissed his glossy sweet lips. I forced my tongue deep into his young mouth and he accepted it submissively.

 

I led his straight into my bedroom and gently laid him down on his back on my bed. I teased him as I undressed in front of him and then crawled on top of him placing my soaked pussy gently on his lips. He began to suck my pussy and lick my clit while I spread his legs apart and massaged his little cock in his tight pants. While in the 69 position, he gave me several orgasms and after about 30 minutes, I was well satisfied and got up.

 

I wanted to keep this sweet boy in a constant state of arousal and had no intention of allowing him to cum. For I knew he would be much more submissive and docile if his scrotum was filled with warm cum.

 

“Jonathan, my sweet sexy boy, we are going shopping again today. But first I want you to run me a hot bath.” I said.

 

Jonathan ran a bath for me, then bathed me and washed my hair. He then towled me off and dressed me in the clothes I had picked out for the day. He watched as I applied my make up and took notes about how to do it. I put a little make up on him for fun and he enjoyed it as much as I did. A little rouge, and more lip gloss. He looked so sexy wearing my lip gloss, I never tired of it.

 

We drove to the adult sex story downtown and I took him by the hand as we walked inside.

 

“Now Jonathan, I want you to pick something out for me. Anything you want. And I am going to pick something out for you. Anything I want.” I said.

 

Jonathan went over to the sexy lingerie and began feeling the fabrics of various sexy teddies. I went over to the clerk and asked him for a large black strap on dildo and harness.

 

“What color would you like lady?” The clerk asked me.

 

“I will take the black dildo please.” I said and the clerk gave me a small smile.

 

I paid for the strap on dildo and went to see what Jonathan had picked out for me.

 

“I like this one.” Jonathan said pointing at the black leather PVC jumpsuit.

 

“Excellent choice.” I said. I found my size and brought it to the counter.

 

“Will that be all?” The clerk asked me.

 

Just then I spotted a chastity belt and since Jonathan was unaware of the strap on dildo I had already bought, I choose the belt as my item for him.

 

“What is that?” Jonathan asked confused.

 

“You will soon see my dear.” I said.

 

We got back in the car and drove to the mall and did some more shopping for me. I walked with Jonathan holding his hand everywhere we went and this attracted many looks from both women and men. We are about 20 years apart in age and to some people, that is very taboo. But of course Jonathan and I did not mind at all.

 

I began to try on different clothes and ask my young lover what he thought. He was excellent at helping me and very patient while I made decisions. Sometimes, I would sneak him into the dressing room and make him dress me quietly.

Doinant woman sex story, submissive boy sex story, confessions of a doninant woman part 2After a full day of shopping, we returned to my home and into the bedroom. I forced Jonathan to dress me in the leather PVC outfit he had picked out. I then dressed Jonathan in some of my panties and a bra. He was so horny that he do so quite willingly. He was putty in my hands.

 

I laid him gently down on the bed and tied his hands and writs to the bedpost. Then I slid his panties down to his knees and put the chastity belt on his sweet little cock.

 

“Jonathan, this is called a chastity belt and it will keep you from having an orgasm. It restricts the blood from entering your little penis so you can not cum. Which in turn allows us to play for an extended amount of time. You do want to play don’t you?” I said.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya, I love playing with you.” He said.

 

“Good boy.”

 

I took the rather large black strap on dildo that I had purchased earlier, and I help it in front of Jonathan as I sucked it.

 

“Watch my sweet boy, watch and learn.” I said. I continued to suck the large cock as Jonathan watched me closely. I then kissed Jonathan and while kissing him, I slowly slipped the large dildo into his sweet mouth. He began to suck very slowly. His body relaxed and it had the effect of a pacifier for a small child. Jonathan closed his eyes and sucked very gently and I pushed it in and out of his mouth.

 

“I knew you would like that Jonathan. I love watching you suck on my cock. It gives me a wonderful feeling to share this very special moment with you. I like to see you being so vulnerable and submissive next to me.” I said as I pushed the black cock in and out of my sweet lover’s young mouth.

 

I pulled out the cock and began to kiss him deeply and forcefully with my tongue.

 

“You’re not going to tell my mother are you?” Jonathan asked.

 

“So long as you do as I ask, and please me, I will not tell your mother about this. It will be are very special little sexy secret. But if you ever disobey me or become difficult, then I will tell your mother everything. I will tell her that I caught you wearing my clothes and sucking on my dildos and worse. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Miss Tonya, I understand.” He said.

 

“I knew you would sweet boy. I think it’s time that you cum for me. You have been such a good boy all day. It’s time for your reward.” I said.

 

I untied Jonathan’s hands and took off his chastity belt. He penis flooded with blood and he was suddenly very erect. He cried out in pain as his little cock swelled to its full size in seconds.

 

I turned Jonathan over on his stomach and laid on top of him. I held the black dildo in front of his mouth and asked his to suck on it for me. As he was sucking my dildo, I reached underneath him and began to stroke his sweet cock. I rubbed my pussy all over his tight butt which put pressure on his dick in my hand.

 

“Keep sucking for me Jonathan. That’s it. That’s a very good boy.” I said as I watched the black dildo disappear and then reappear in his tiny little sweet mouth. “You are making me very excited and doing a wonderful job on that cock. You are a natural.” I said.

 

I could not longer control myself and forcefully tuned Jonathan over on his back. I climbed onto his swollen cock and slowly plunged it into my soaked pussy. I straddled him and put my hands on the bra he was wearing. I pushed myself up on down on this sweet boy, watching his facial expressions as we made love for the very first time. I began to have one orgasm after another. Then I could feel his cock become more and more swollen. I reached around with one hand and grabbed his scrotum and began to pump it. He began to pump into me all of his warm cum as I continued to orgasm. When he was finished filling me with his sweet love, I pined his arms behind his head and kissed him.

 

“Not a bad days work huh Jonathan?” I said.

 

“Oh Miss Tonya, I think….well……I……I……I love you so much.” Jonathan gushed.

 

“I know you do Jonathan. Don’t be afraid to tell me that whenever you want to. That is a wonderful thing to tell me and pleases me very much. “ I said.

 

I tied Jonathan’s wrists to the bedpost again and told him to wait patiently. I ran a hot bath and then went to the kitchen and made him a fruit plate. I spoon fed him as he lay tied up in my bed wearing my panties and bra. And then I untied him and placed him in his bath.

 

I bathed him in sweet smelling bubbles and washed his butt for quite a while. I slipped a finger in his ass and he did not complain one bit. Rather he moaned with joy as I teased him. He had such a tight butt that I knew it was going to take awhile to train him to take my dildo up his virgin ass. For now, my finger was enough.

 

I dried him off and then laid him down on my bed again. I informed him that I wanted to shave parts of his body starting with his pubic hair. He never challenged me. He watched as I shaved all of his pubic hair off and made him bald. Then I slipped him into my panties again, and put his work clothes back on him, applied more lip gloss to his sweet lips, kissed him, and spanked him on his way.

 

“I’ll see you again tomorrow Jonathan. Bright and early.” I called out.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya.” He called back.

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Submissive man, dominant women sex story. Confessions of a dominant woman. Part one.

 

I just turned 41 this year and I have never felt or looked better. I have transformed my life into the life I want to live and have embraced my sexuality and made it forefront of my existence.

 

I first noticed that I was a dominant woman in college when I would want to spank all my lovers before sex. I would also love to surprise them by inserting butt plugs into their tight little butts while making love. Most men were willing to go along with it but few men wanted to continue down the path of being my boy toy and sexual slave.

 

I really can’t help the way I am. I am a dominant women who is most turned on by a man who can surrender himself to me entirely and allow me to strip away his masculinity until he is reduced to a vulnerable fragile creature at my mercy.

 

For many years I struggled with men, and fought for control. Then I began to date more feminine men and actually helped most of them out of the closet, weather they were ready or not. I love gay men but they eventually choose a man for a lover. So my quest was to find the perfect man. Someone who was confident in his sexuality, a submissive man who loved to please women. My perfect day is shopping and sex, shopping and sex, and repeat. This is the story of how I found Jonathan and turned him into the perfect man.

 

As a strong woman, I have strong women who are friends. One of my friends, Anna, was a single mom, with a 23 year old son living at home and working as a delivery boy. His name is Jonathan and he is dark skinned with a very well formed butt. I knew him when he was 18 and thought he was gorgeous then. But of course because he is my friends son, I would never had tried anything.

 

I needed someone to help restore my bathroom and asked Anna if Jonathan was available. She said he would be thrilled to help me and I asked Anna to send him over immediately.

 

“Hello Jonathan. My how you have grown up. You certainly filled out well didn’t you?” I asked.

 

“Thank you Miss Tonya. My mother said you needed some help with your bathroom. How can I help you?” Jonathan said.

 

“Such good manners you have young man. Your mother has taught you well hasn’t she? Yes, I require your help and the first order of business is to buy you some proper work clothes. Want to go shopping?” I said.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya. Anything you say.” He said.

 

“You’re a good boy Jonathan, I think we are going to get along very well.” I said.

 

I took Jonathan to the mall, and took him to the gay men’s store. He was unaware that all the men were gay there, and looking at him up and down. I choose the clerk with the largest bulge in his pants to assist little sweet Jonathan in finding proper work clothes.

 

“Hello, my name is Sam, how may I help you today?” The clerk said.

 

“We are looking for work clothes for this young man. Something white, and tight, if you please.” I said.

 

“I have just the thing for him. Please follow me.” Sam, the clerk said.

 

Sam stood close behind Jonathan while he pointed out some clothes.

 

“Please step into the dressing room, so I can measure you.” The clerk said.

 

“Do as his says Jonathan.” I said.

 

We all crammed into the dressing room and watched as Jonathan took off all his clothes shyly as we all watched him. He had wonderful skin. Dark and smooth like a baby’s bottom. His butt was a source of constant joy for both me and the clerk. It was high and tight and perfectly formed. Not too big, and not too small. I was dreaming about the day I could have my way with that little butt and make it all mine. As I imagine the clerk was doing also.

 

“Do I have to take off my underwear too?” Jonathan asked sheepishly.

 

“No Jonathan, I will do that for you.” I said. I knelt down and with my face at his crotch, slowly removed his boy panties and took a good hard look at his cock and balls. They were slightly below average size, but this made me want him even more. It was such a cute cock and balls. I wanted to reach out and touch them but I restrained myself. Jonathan stepped out of his man panties and then Sam began to measure him at every angle possible.

 

We spent the afternoon trying on different outfits for Jonathan until finally we settled on a very tight pair of white corduroy pants, that hugged his sweet little ass so tightly, I was fearful he would not be able to walk in them. And we found a nice pink tee shirt that hugged his chest muscles tightly and showed off his pretty little biceps. I also bought him some thong underwear and some tight white shorts.

 

We got back into the car and I asked Jonathan if he had had fun shopping with me.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya, that was a wonderful afternoon. Thank you so much for buying me clothes. I love shopping with you. You are so good with clothes, and good with people, and make me feel very comfortable. I am having a wonderful time.” He said.

 

“I am glad to hear that sweetie. When we get home, you are going to put on your new clothes for me and give me a fashion show. Jonathan, can you do me a favor? Reach into my purse there, and find my lip gloss. I need to reapply it too my lips.” I said.

 

Jonathan gave me my lip gloss and I began to apply it.

 

“Sweetie, put some lip gloss on your lips for me. I want to see how it looks on you.” I told him.

 

Jonathan opened the lip gloss like a teenaged girl and rolled the gloss all over his full lips. I demonstrated how to pucker your lips to make it even and he followed my every instruction.

 

“You look fabulous. How does it feel?” I asked.

 

“It feels refreshing and nice.” He said.

 

“That’s a good boy. Now I want to you wear that all the way home. It will be fun don’t you think?” I said.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya, it IS kinda of fun. Feels smooth and exciting. ” Jonathan said.

 

dominant women, submissive man, sex story, confessions of a dominant womenWhen we arrived home, I dressed Jonathan up in his new work clothes and became so wet, that I could barely walk. His ass was so tight, and his little cock and balls looked so delicious, I knew I was going to have to seduce him. I led him my the hand into the bathroom and told him to bend down on his knees and look behind the toilet to check the pipes. I stood behind him as his sweet little ass was sticking straight up in the air. I began to massage my clit under my skirt and almost had an orgasm.

 

“I think one of the pipes is leaking. It’s all wet.” Jonathan said.

 

“So am I Jonathan.” I confessed.

 

He back out from behind the toilet and while still on his knees looked at me with my hand under my skirt. He was blushing.

 

I ran my finger through his hair and pressed his head against my throbbing clit and he began to lick and suck the juices through my panty. I pulled down my panties and my skirt and sat down on the toilet and exposed my clit to his lips which still had gloss all over them.

 

“I want you to fix my leak first sweet boy.” I said and Jonathan went to work licking my pussy up, each and every drop. I began to orgasm over and over, releasing more fluid into his warm and sensuous young mouth. When I was done, I stood up and kissed Jonathan and forced my tongue into his mouth tasting all my pussy juice.

 

“You have done well for your first day Jonathan. Tomorrow I want you to come over early and wear this.” I tucked the lip gloss into his front pocket of his pants, positioning it right next to his erect little sweet penis.

 

“Yes Miss Tonya.” He said with a smirk on his face.

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My girlfriend and I had been together for about a year when she asked me to move in with her. If I had known then that I would be getting 4 woman for the price of one, I would have never believed it. But it’s true, I moved in with my girlfriend and ended up being the sex slave to all her friends as well. Everybody wins.

 

Here’s how it happened. My girlfriend’s father is very wealthy and she lives by the beach in a large, almost plantation style home. It’s a third home for her father but he only visits once a year so we had the whole place to ourselves. It was a dream come true but it only got better.

 

My girlfriend is an actress and went to a performing arts college where she met many other actresses whom often are poor and out of work. One by one, they came to share the beach house with us and occupy the several other large bedrooms.

 

At first, I was worried, but when I saw how beautiful and sexy all these women were in my house, I didn’t mind a bit.

 

My girlfriend, Ruth gave me a rather large allowance and told me I could quit my job and just help out around the large house. I gladly did so. Ruth also encouraged me to get to know them and be supportive about their auditions and life styles.

 

Before I knew it, I was doing their laundry, cleaning their rooms, and cooking for them 3 times a day. It felt great and they appreciated it too. There was some heavy flirting going on and I often fantasized about having sex with a few of them but of course, I never attempted it out of respect for Ruth.

 

One night after dinner, Ruth pulled me into our bedroom and told me to take a shower and when I got out, to put on the new clothes she had bought for me.

 

After I was clean, I opened the shower door to find a French maids uniform laying across the counter.

 

“I figured since you are our maid around here, you might as well wear the proper clothing. Come here and let me slip it on you.” Ruth said.

 

My girlfriend placed the maid outfit on me, then stockings, then high heel shoes, then she sat me down and put lip gloss on my lips and some rouge.

 

“There you are my little houseboy. Don’t you look delicious? Is it difficult to walk around in those shoes sweetie? Don’t worry, I will train you. I can’t wait to show you off to all my friends.” Ruth said laughing.

 

“I feel silly. I don’t mind looking this way for you, but for all your friends? That is embarrassing.” I complained.

 

“Now sweetie, you will do as I say and you will like it. Trust me, you will like it and so will they. And there is even some special treats in it for you too.” Ruth explained.

 

Ruth led me out into the hallway and into the kitchen where all the other girls were taking and drinking.

 

“Ladies, I want you all to meet your new servant. Say hello sexy maid.” Ruth said.

 

“Hello”, I said.

 

The girls erupted into laughter and began to pass me around the room and grope me and my maids uniform. They giggled and laughed and said they loved it.

 

“Now fix us all another round of margaritas my love.” Ruth said to me.

 

I made drinks, and was allowed to sit at the table with them, and felt like one of the girls. It wasn’t so bad really. In fact it felt pretty good.

 

After everyone went to bed, I cleaned up and bed Ruth in bed. She stripped my maids uniform off, and made love to me. She placed several plastic balls in my ass and as I came, she pulled them out. It was a wonderful sensation.

 

“Now sweetie, I want you to be very good to my friends and do anything they ask of you from now on. Help them buy whatever they need, put on their makeup for them, or whatever they ask ok?” Ruth said.

 

“Does you mean WHATEVER they ask?” I said.

 

“Yes baby doll. If one of them wants to have you as a lover one night, I will allow it so long as you make sure to please her and keep her pleasure above yours. If I hear that you did not satisfy one of my friends when they asked you, I am going to be very upset with you. “

 

“You mean I can have sex with them and you don’t mind?” I asked.

 

“Your sole job is to make them happy and please them. It’s not about you having sex with them, it’s about making them happy. You always make me so happy, and seem to understand better than most men about what a woman wants. I want you to use your talent with women on my friends. Honestly, sooner or later, they would try to seduce you anyway. This way, no one gets hurt”. Ruth said.

 

Well, I was surprised at how liberal my girlfriend was. Now I knew I could marry her. Jackpot. Rich and open minded.

 

femdom sexstory, femdom sex story, female dominationAt first, a few of the girls were greedy with me and kept me in their bedroom for several nights. This was quickly banned and there was a sign up sheet for who got me on what nights. Sometimes, the girls would pull me into their room for a quicky. Sometimes, they would pull me in the bathroom and make me eat their pussy just for 10 minuets. I was getting good at eating pussy, I can tell you that.

 

Sometimes, I would have to please two women at once. This was when they were extremely horny and there was no other way. Often Ruth would supervise these sessions and make sure I was not overused. She made sure I had enough left to please her. Which I almost always did. I loved her so much more for allowing me to do this.

 

One of Ruth’s friends was very kinky and liked to fuck me up the ass. She kept increasing the size of the dildo. She said it was her way of marking me. Whatever it was, it was hot and kinky sex and I did as I was told.

 

Several of these women had boyfriends but they still used me to please them from time to time. They would go out for a date, have sex with their men, and then come home and have sex with me. They told me that I was able to quench their lust better. I felt a little bad about all this but my job was to please the ladies, no matter what.

 

After 6 months or so, Ruth’s friends began to bring other friends over to the house and led me out to please them. They told me I could not tell Ruth about it. Sometimes they would charge their guests $10, then give me $1 when it was over. Things were getting out of hand, but all the while, I was making people happy, and that made me feel good.

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Last summer I moved to the country to work and get out of the city for a few months. I found a job working as a stable boy and taking care of the horses and mules. My employer was a mature woman who had been a widow for many years. She was rugged and strong but kind enough to allow me to sleep in the guest house for free.

After my first week, Silvia (my boss) said I was doing a fine job but still had much to learn. She would take a few hours each day to demonstrate the skills I lacked. At first I did not like her style of being so forceful and harsh with me, but it did make me feel comfortable that she knew what she was doing, and soon I trusted her with my life. We would spend hours at night talking about things and eventually she reveled to me that she was a lesbian.

Silvia explained that after her husband died, she was forced to take care of herself and longed to share her bed with something soft and gentle. She met her lover Amy at the farmers market and they had been together for several years.

“I agreed to hire you Ronny cause I had a feeling you were a very open minded person. I also suspected that you might be gay too. Are you?” Silvia asked.

“No, I’m not gay, but I am open minded. You have to be to live in San Francisco.” I explained.

“Are you sure you are not gay Ronny? Maybe bisexual? Have you ever been with a man? Or fantasized about it?” My employer asked.

“Well once when I was in college, I got pretty drunk and gave a blow job to someone. But I like women much better.” I said blushing.

“You mean you never ever think about what it might be like? To be with a man? You strike me as a very submissive man who would enjoy the benefits of a male lover.” Silvia said.

“Sometimes I think about it I guess.”

“I thought so.” Silvia said.

Silvia explained that her lover Amy was mostly bisexual and in order to keep her as her lover, would often bring a man into the equation. However it had to be a very submissive man so not to threaten Silvia’s dominance. I was beginning to get the idea.

“Before I introduce you to my lover, and bring you into my bed, I must train you, just like the studs that we train here on the farm. Do you understand?” She asked.

“Yes, perfectly.” I said

Silvia took me into her bedroom and laid out a collection of sex toys and dildos on the bed. I watched and became very excited that I was about to become the lover of two women. That thought made me willing and able to jump through any hoop.

femdom sex storySilvia picked up a strap on dildo and asked me to fasten it on her. It was a huge plastic white cock, about twice the size of mine. I strapped the large cock around the waist of my boss and then was instructed to hold it firmly and explore it’s every nook and cranny with my fingers.

I was getting excited by all this and very much wanted Silvia to tell me to start sucking it.

“I know you want to suck my large strap on cock with your sissy mouth don’t you Ronny?” Silvia asked.

“Yes Silvia, will you show me how?” I said.

“Oh Ronny, don’t play innocent with me, I know you have sucked a cock before. But I will correct you and give you some tips on cock sucking.” Silvia said.

I placed my mouth around the large fake penis and slowly began to move my head up and down. Silvia took me by the hair and guided her dildo faster and deeper into my mouth. She bagan to shout out instructions and told me to open my throat more, and to use my lips more.

“You are getting very good at this and I am glad to see you like it.” Silvia said.

Just then, Silvia bitch slapped me while her cock was in my open mouth. She grabbed me by the hair, and stood me up, then threw me down on the bed. She held me down and I tried to squirm and get up but I could not. She was too strong. She spread my legs apart, spit on her strap on dildo, and inserted it into my virgin ass with great force. She slowly worked it in and out as I moaned. It was really turning me on and she knew it. My boss then reached around and began to stoke my swollen penis.

“Now this is your little girl cock understand? It’s your clit.” She commanded.

I moaned that I understood as Silvia continued to stroke my penis and fuck me in the ass. I came in under 3 minuets and Silvia pulled her strap on dildo out of my ass.

“Very good Ronny. I enjoyed that as much as you did. I think you are ready now to join Amy and I in our bed.

Fedom Sex Story written by Sheri Wilson. Browse sexstory.wordpress.com for more sex stories about femdom and submissive men.

Cross Dressing With My Wife June 21, 2007

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Cross dressing with my wife sex story.

 

Hi, my name is Timothy and this is the story of how I came to have the best sex of my life, and with my wife of 5 years. It wasn’t always that way, and that is why I have written this story. Perhaps there are other men and women out there struggling with their sex life, as we did.

These are unusual times for married men. Masculinity is on a decline in North America. A man has to go out into the world and be ruthless, cold, and at times, uncaring. He may even be asked to fight and kill other men for his country. Yet when he arrives at his home, he is asked to set aside all of this, and become sensitive, obedient, and thoughtful. It wasn’t always that way, but now it is and if he doesn’t want to lose half of everything he owns, he is expected to conform. It’s gotten to the point, where a man can’t even disagree and argue with his wife.

For most men, the home is a prison. Resentment builds up almost instantly after vows are exchanged. And sex, well sex becomes just as confusing as his role in his own house.

I suffered with all these issues and shortly just figured the best way to deal with it was to work more and be home less. I felt I was trapped. I loved my wife, but it didn’t seem like she understood what life was life for me, as a man, in this world. She had her own agenda as a woman and it was against me. I had to make the sacrifices, not her. It seemed that she should be trying to help make my life easier, rather than making it more difficult. I began not to want to have sex with her because I felt she wasn’t on my side. I didn’t trust her, I suspected she was a selfish bitch and I was stuck with her for life.

The roles of men and women have gone through many changes in North America in a short period of time. What worked for our fathers is now taboo and even illegal. I was raised to be strong and tough by my father, and sensitive and submissive by my mother. My wife was raised to be independent by her mother, and was given anything by her father.

It doesn’t take a detective to spot the train wreck coming.

Sex is the glue to a relationship. I can’t fix the agendas of my society, but I can fix sex with my wife. I can’t change what kind of man I am, or what kind of woman my wife is, but I can change sex.

It occurred to me that perhaps my wife has no clue what it is like to be a man these days. And perhaps I don’t know as much as I think I do about being a woman. So, I thought the best way to learn more is to dress up like a woman, and for my wife to dress up like a man, and to go through a period of time studying the opposite sex.

At first, my wife had do desire to try this experiment. I told her I was miserable and if she didn’t go along with it, than I was leaving her. I actually had to move out for a month and live in a hotel room until she agreed.

Dressing the part. The first step was to go to a mens clothing store and buy a mans suit, tie, and shoes for my wife. She found it kinda cute until she saw the shoes she had to wear. We went to the costume shop and got her a fake mustache and a wig. That night I dressed her up and the result was she looked like a man with feminine features.

Just a note, we live in a world where it’s ok for a woman to wear a business suit but not ok for a man to wear a dress. Tell me that a man does not bear the brunt of this world and I’ll call you a liar.

Because when I went to buy girl clothes, it was quite a different story. It was taboo, I got looks, I felt embarrassed, it was humiliating. My wife picked out a long skirt, smart shoes, matching stockings, panties, a bra, and a blouse. I had my face and arms waxed. OUCH!!! And had extensions to my hair made.

My first lesson at becoming a woman was the discomfort I had in my smart shoes. They were not so smart after all. The bra was hot, and the panties scrunched up my ball sack and cock in a way that was not comfortable. However the feeling of silk wasn’t so bad.

My wife dressed me up as a woman, demonstrated how to apply makeup and tested me to make sure I could do it alone. She picked out matching colors and supervised me cause I could never seem to get it right.

I was surprised at how much I enjoyed my wife’s attention while dressing me as a woman. She was very nurturing and kind and I could tell that she enjoyed it. As I did. It was bringing us closer together and it was good for our relationship already.

The plan was go to our jobs as usual, but after work, I dressed her as a man, and she dressed me as a woman, and we did errands together. Simple things like going to the mall, the grocery store, and even a baseball game once

It was strange to have all the men looking at me. My wife got a big kick out it. I was starting to see how to felt to be an object of desire to every Neanderthal on the planet. It was annoying and I wanted to kick these guys asses. My wife discovered how little anyone ever looked at her and how people were much colder to her on the street and in the shops. I noticed how other woman were looking at me up and down and scoffing about my clothes. Making fun of me behind my back.

Cross dressing with my wifeWhat I also discovered was just how expensive it is to keep up your appearance as a women. Makeup, the right clothes, hair appointments, waxing, perfumes, and lotions. It all adds up. My wife discovered how many decisions I made about all kinds of things. From where to eat, and what to do, to driving, and entertaining me for the evening.

It was all an eye opener and a great social experiment. But what we learned most of all, was about sex. After each evening, we would come home and continue to role play. I would put on sexy lingerie and my wife would dress in my tee shirts and jeans. I think it was also her idea to put a large dildo in her pants. I must admit that it turned me on and her too the first time I stroked it in her jeans. She moaned and reached over and fingered my asshole.

Yes, this made me a little excited, and yes it also made me uncomfortable, but after all, the whole thing was my idea and I had to follow it through. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, I was sucking her large strap on dildo. She began to teach me how to suck it correctly and then we would make love while both sucking on it. It was by far the best sex my wife and I had ever had.

Eventually, I knew that I was going to have to take it in the ass. This is not something in our culture that a man does lightly cause once he does, he is labeled a fagot by everyone. It’s not fair, but it’s the way it is.

However, looking back, it was the most valuable thing I learned from this experiment. How a women feels when she is being penetrated. It certainly made me a better lover.

After my wife made me suck her plastic cock, she turned me on my back and lifted my legs into the air.

“I want to see your face as I fuck you in the ass for the first time.” She said.

My cock and balls were completely exposed as she spread my stocking legs and pushed the head of the dildo into my virgin ass. It hurt at first, quite painful really, as she slowly pushed and invaded my butt.

“You have a gorgeous ass and I have always wanted to fuck it, you sexy beast.” She said.

I moaned and cringed and took it like a man. It felt like a giant inside of me and hurt as she slowly and gently fucked me. My prostrate was aroused and I became very hard despite the pain. I felt wonderful to surrender myself to my wife in this way. It seemed to reduce the tension almost immediately in our relationship. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable for me mentally, but the simple truth was that it did feel pretty great.

adult toys, sex toys “I see somebody likes getting fucked in the ass. Don’t deny it, I am looking at your cock and it’s huge.” My wife teased me.

It did feel great, and I came very quickly. My wife kept on fucking me in every position she could think of, and when she was done, she told me she wa going to sleep and I should clean up myself.

Ummm. So that’s what it feels like. Not so good after you have just been violated in a private and sensitive area.

My wife and I began a routine during those months we were role playing. After work, we would dress each other up, go out, come home, and she would fuck me. Then I would fuck her as a man and she was a woman again. It began to blend so much that it was hard to keep track of who was who. And before we realized it, we were fucking 2 and 3 times a day. It was unreal.

Eventually, we only dressed each other up at home. Sometimes we were both dressed as women, and sometimes both dressed as men, it didn’t matter. We were fucking like teenagers and fucking everyday.

So, that is the story of how I came to have the best sex of my life with my wife. I learned a lot about what it’s like to be a woman, and she learned more about what it’s like to be me in this society. We now have more compassion for each other, and can shake off the agendas of our gender with new perspective. Our relationship is by no means perfect, but the glue is there, and the sex is fantastic, and when we have exhausted ourselves, we have forgotten whatever it was that bothered us in the first place.

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Crossing dressing with my wife sex story written by Ian Smith.

Woman Who Loves To Cross Dress And Feminize Man sex story June 21, 2007

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Woman Who Loves To Cross Dress And Feminize Man.

My girlfriend Cinthia, and I had been living together for about 6 months when she first caught me in the bathroom wearing her lingerie.

“That is so disgusting Nathan, are you some kind of freak or something? If I ever catch you wearing my panties again, I am going to break up with you.” My girlfriend told me.

I felt horrible after that and vowed to myself never to wear women’s clothes again. But I just couldn’t help myself. I loved the way it felt to be all dressed up like a girl, and it turned me on more than anything. I had always been confused about this, and wondered at times if I was gay. But I was never attracted to men; I only enjoyed sex with women. However every time I would tell my lover about my secret fantasies, I would lose them. And it looked like I was going to lose Cinthia now too.

I began to go to the mall after I got off work and hang around at Victories Secret. Most of the time I would fantasize about how I would look in the sexy nothings, teddies, garders, panties, bras. I loved them all. After an hour of so, I would buy something for Cinthia and go home. Sometimes I gave her the lingerie, sometimes I kept it for myself.

I hung around the lingerie shop so much, that the manager, Sandy, got to know me and we would chat.

“You must have a very lucky girlfriend Nathan.” Sandy said. “You always buy the sexiest garments and the hottest outfits.”

“Yes, my girlfriend is very special, and I like to please her as often as I can.” I said.

“But you know Nathan, I am very curious about something. Sometimes you purchase the petite size, and sometimes the large size. It’s none of my business, but I know your little secret, and want you to know that I think it’s wonderful and nothing to be ashamed about.” Sandy said

“I don’t know what you mean.” I exclaimed.

Sandy took my hand firmly and looked deeply into my eyes and said, “Nathan, I have seen you trying on some of the lingerie in here. Personally, there is nothing so sexy as a cute guy wearing women’s clothes. If my husband would allow me to dress him up, I think we would have a much better marriage. I envy you and your girlfriend for being able to share that experience together. There is no reason to be embarrassed.”

“Sandy, you are right. Half of the sexy clothes I buy at your store are for me. You are very wise, and I feel a little silly for being caught.” I said.

“It’s perfectly fine Nathan, in fact, I think it’s wonderful and wish there were more guys like you out there.”

“I wish my girlfriend felt as you do. I have to hide the lingerie for me and if she catches me again, she said she will break up with me.” I said.

“Well Nathan, that is such a shame. Follow me, I want to show you something.” Sandy said and took my hand and led me to the back of the store to her office.

Sandy showed me a picture of her husband and he was a very masculine guy, very muscular, and very big.

“You see, when I was younger, I thought that this was the type of man I should marry. A strong man and very masculine. However almost from the start of our marriage, I realized that we could not connect on many levels and I began to fantasize about finding a younger, more sensitive man. When I took over this lingerie store, I began to find myself fantasizing about every man in here, and wanting to dress him up in the lingerie that he purchased. It has been going on for about 10 years now. I love my husband very much, but ultimately, he only has one gear for love making. It’s a good gear, but not very versatile. I would never want to do anything to hurt him, and I could not live with myself if I cheated on him. But I can not stop the fantasies that I have every single day. Do you understand?”

“I do understand Sandy. Perfectly. I am sorry to hear that.” I said honestly.

“I knew we would get along, from the moment I saw you. I have been watching you for some time now and have been fantasizing about dressing you up in sexy lingerie. How would you feel about it if I did so right now?”

“Sandy, I am very flattered. You are a beautiful and intelligent woman and I the idea of you dressing me up excites me a lot. But I don’t want to cheat on my girlfriend either.” I said.

“Well Nathan, it’s settled. I get to dress up you, and neither one of us cheats. Ok?”

“Ok Sandy, what do you want me to do now?”

Sandy gave me a big hug and we held each other for several minutes. She was about 9 years older than me, slightly taller than me, and smelled like a classy hotel. She had short dark hair and I had semi long blond hair. There was so much chemistry between us that we didn’t have to say anything. We knew exactly what our roles were and we played them out.

Sandy undressed my man clothes and as I stood naked, she walked around me several times looking me up and down. Then she went into the stock room and came back with a whole bunch of new lingerie. She went to work slipping on various panties and taking them off. And when she settled on something she liked, she left it on me and moved on to the next item. After about an hour, I was dressed in frills and lace.

“There, now this is just the first time Nathan and it will only get better as we go. What do you think?”

“It’s a work of art Sandy. I never knew I could look so sexy. You did a fabulous job.” I gushed.

Sandy took me by the hand and paraded me around the office, looking at me from every angle. I have never been so spoiled with attention in my life and was worried I would quickly fall in love with this amazing woman of my dreams.

“Sit down, let me do your hair and makeup now.” Sandy commanded.

I sat down and Sandy ran her hands through my hair. We spoke about everything and anything and I was hers totally. It certainly felt like cheating to me, as I imagine it did for her, but no fluids were exchanged, so technically, we were being faithful to our partners.

As time went on, I would go into Sandy’s store, and she would dress me up, then I would get undressed and go home and masturbate. This went on for several months until Sandy asked me over to her house. Her husband Sam was going out of town and she wanted to cook me dinner. I agreed and as usual, Sandy dressed me up but this time, we spent many hours together, both walking around in sexy lingerie and drinking wine until it was time for me to go.

“Nathan, don’t go home just yet. All I can think about anymore is having you in my bed. It’s what I want more than anything and I don’t care who it hurts anymore.” Sandy pleaded.

“I feel the same way Sandy, you are all I can think about anymore too. I masturbate about you everyday, and during sex with my girlfriend, all I can think about is you.”

Woman who loves to cross dress manSandy wasted no time and grabbed me and kissed me. We made love, both dressed in lingerie, all over her large and luxurious house. I called my girlfriend and told her I could not make it home because I had to visit a friend in the hospital. She was not happy with me and I think suspected something. I didn’t care.

Sandy and I made love, took a nap, took a shower, ate, got dressed up again, and made love again. It was the best sex I ever had and I told her so. She confessed the same.

For awhile, it was pure bliss. We both had the best of both worlds. We had our steady relationships, and got to live out our fantasies too. But we both began to suffer from guilt and searched for a way to rid ourselves from it.

Neither one of us wanted to leave our partners. After all, we did love them and they were able to satisfy our every need, except for this one sexual desire. We would both lose a great deal of security by leaving them, and decided to stop seeing each other. But that did not last and only intensified our craving.

Finally, we came up with an idea. What if our partners were attracted to each other? They had similar sexual tastes afterall. My girlfriend liked straight sex with a strong man, and Sandy’s husband liked straight sex with a submissive woman. Would it hurt us knowing they were having sex with each other? It might, but if it made them happy, and we were allowed to continue our sex too, then everyone would win.

Sandy devised a plan. I was to dress my girlfriend up in sexy clothes and then Sandy and her husband would pop over to our place for a surprise visit. We would make up a story that we were old friends from childhood and that Sandy used to be my babysitter and that we ran into each other at Sandy’s store. I had invited them over and forgot to tell Cinthia. Sandy was to tease her husband and get him horny before they arrived, and I was to do the same with Cinthia.

I dressed Cinthia in the tightest swimsuit I could find. A white number with pull strings on the side. She was out on the deck sunbathing when Sandy and Sam arrived. When I introduced them to Cinthia, I could tell immediately that she was intrigued by Sam. Sam too could not stop looking at her in her tight white bikini. I told them to get to know each other while Sandy and I made diner and caught up with each other. We spied on our partners and they drank cocktails and chatted.

To our shock, Sam reached over and kissed my girlfriend and she kissed him back. His hands were all over her and she did not try to stop him. Perhaps our plan was working too well. We made some noise and went back outside. They heard us approaching and stopped before we could catch them.

We all ate dinner and acted like nothing had happened. After diner, Sandy pulled me aside and told me of her idea. She suggested we go out to get ice cream and rent a movie and leave them alone while one of us spied on them.

I went for the ice cream and the movie and when I came back, Sandy informed me that Sam had made love to Cinthia, quickly and forcefully and that Cinthia did nothing to stop him and had enjoyed it. This news hurt me a little, but of course I was not innocent.

We entered the house and found our partners on the couch acting as if nothing had happened.

“Sam, Cinthia, lets all be adults and mature for a moment. I just watched you two have sex. I am not upset, but I do have a proposition. Obviously you two are attracted to each other, and Nathan and I are very attracted to each other also. In the interest of keeping our relationships alive and healthy, perhaps we should exchange lovers for awhile. We could all still stay together, but would be allowed to have sex with our new friend.” Sandy explained.

Shockingly, we all agreed. At first I struggled with knowing that my girlfriend was having sex with another man, but Sandy assured me that Sam was not as good as a lover as I was. And so long as Cinthia kept wanting to live with me, then I should be fine. And indeed, even Cinthia said that I was a better lover than Sam but that he offered her something that I could not, and was grateful that I was open minded about understood.

Sandy and I took our love making to a whole new level. We tried everything that felt good. Sometimes, Sandy would dress me up as a woman and we would go out for drinks. It was all very erotic to me. We experimented with strap on dildos and anal sex. Sandy said that sometimes, my ass looked so good in her panties, that she just had to fuck it. Over time, I began to enjoy anal sex very much and worried that I might be gay, but she assured me that so long as I more attracted to women, that I was not gay.

Overall, I thought Sandy and I were getting the better deal. But I think our partners thought the same. They were confused by what Sandy and I did together and didn’t want to know the details. It was beyond their scope of understanding and they found it disgusting and strange. But we found it wonderful and liberating.

strap on sisssy sex story June 21, 2007

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I just moved into a new neighborhood due to finding a new job. My girlfriend of several years decided she did not want to follow me to the suburbs of Portland and so we decided to break up. It was painful for the first few months and I became very lonely. I began to drink wine often at night and one night I went to my neighbors house and asked if she wanted to join me.

Diann was in her late 40′s but very sexy with long blond hair and a tall build. She had rather large breasts and was very confident about who she was. I liked her immediately and I think she liked me. Despite the 20 year difference in our age or perhaps because of it. We hit it off right away. I enjoyed the company of an older woman and the wisdom she had and she enjoyed my youth and energy and my willingness to please her.

I began to go over to her house on a regular basis and drink wine. On my 3rd or 4th visit, once we had gone through a bottle of Pinot Noir, she asked me candidly about my sexual fantasies. I was a little shy and told her so.

“It’s ok John, I’m not going to tell anyone. I am very curious about these things and tend to be rather kinky in my sex fantasies, and often wonder if other people are too, but they are too shy to speak up about it.” Diann said.

“Well, what specifically do you want to know?” I asked.

“Do you have a sex fantasy that you often think about when you masturbate? “

“It varies but I have a few that always work for me, however I am not very comfortable sharing them.” I said.

“Have you ever actually done these sex fantasies that you think about?” Diann asked.

“Once, but it upset the balance of the relationship and I didn’t like it.” I explained.

“I understand. Well, please tell me John, you have nothing to lose with me, and I am very interested.”

“Well, sometimes I fantasize about dressing up as a woman, and having sex with my lover.” I sheepishly said. It felt great to say it and I blushed and because aroused.

“I think that is wonderful and playful and fun. I also enjoy dressing my lover up in my sexy lingerie and putting makeup on a man. It turns me on to see him docile and feminine.” Diann said.

And that was as far as we took the subject for several months.

My computer broke, and I began to go over to Diann’s place each morning to check my email. We would have coffee together and touch base with each other. She would be wearing silk gowns or lacy teddies and I was often aroused but too shy to do anything. One morning, she left and I stayed at her place. I went into her closet and began to dress myself in her panties, stockings, garder, and put on her bra and a silk robe. It smelled of her and turned me on very much. I sat down at her computer and began to search for images of a man being dressed up as a woman and then fucked with a strap on dildo. I masterbated in her pink panties and then got undressed and took a shower.

When I got out of the shower, Diann was home, sitting at her computer and it was then that I realized I had forgotten to close the images of the sissy being fucked with the strap on. I felt extremely embarrassed. Had I been caught?

“John sweetie, come over here for a second.” Diann said. “Have you been looking at these pictures on my computer?”

“Umm, yes Diann, I have. I am very sorry, I didn’t know you were coming home so soon.” I explained.

“Now honey, I don’t mind you using my computer, but you should have told me you were going to be looking at these things. I would have liked to look at them with you. Do you understand? “

“Yes Diann.” I said.

“Also, I noticed that someone has been going through my closet and my favorite pair of pink panties are missing. Any idea where they are John?”

“I am so sorry Diann, I am so sorry. Please don’t be upset.” I begged.

“John, I wish you would have asked me cause I would have been more than happy to help you pick out something sexy to wear. But because you went behind my back, I am going to have to punish you. Now come over here and lay down across my knee.”

I walked over to Diann and layed down on the bed across her lap. She pulled down my towel and began to spank me gently about 10 times. I enjoyed this far too much and did not complain one bit.

“You like this don’t you? I can feel you getting very hard. John, you mentioned before that your fantasies upset the balance of your previous relationship right? Well, lets begin our relationship properly ok?”

“Ok Diann.”

“You and I are going to be lovers, and I am going to be in control. You are going to be submissive however I will never do anything that you don’t want me to do. Agreed?”

“I’m not sure Diann.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be scared. I know deep down this is exactly what you want. It won’t make you any less of a man, but it will make everything far more pleasurable. After all, I am 20 years older than you and know a bit more about pleasure. Agreed?”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

“Everything that you have ever fantasized about and more.”

“I’m a little afraid Diann.”

“Well lets try it, and if you don’t like it, all you have to do is say so, and we will stop. Ok sugar?”

“Ok Diann, I’ll try”

“Good boy.” She said.

Diann took my hand and walked me over to her closet. She picked out some ruffly purple panties, some white stockings and a garder. She dressed me in that and then found a pair of red high heels. She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom and sat me down in front of the large mirror and began to put lipstick on me and make up and eye shadow. Then she put a bra on me and stuffed it with tissue.

She asked me to stand up and turn around and look at myself in the mirror.

“How do you think you look?”

“I would fuck me.” I said.

Diann laughed and said, “I would too.”

“I want you to allow all your masculinity to go, and fall into the soft sweetness of being feminine. I want you to think about responding rather than acting, and give yourself over to me entirely. Feels good doesn’t it? To be so juicy and delicious?”

“It does feel very good Diann. I feel very relaxed, a little embarrassed, but very excited too. “

Diann led me over to the bed and we lay down next to each other kissing. Her tongue penetrating my mouth. She tilted my head back and her lipstick met with mine. It was a wonderful sensation. We both smelled of flowers and sensuality. I was so hard, my cock was sticking out of the tight panties I was wearing.

“You are my little sissy aren’t you sweet boy? Do you know what a sissy wants more than anything? Yes I think you do.” Diann said and reached over to the night stand and pulled out a 7inch black dildo. “Do you know what to do with this? “

I placed my lips on the black dildo and began to suck it. Diann took the back of my head and controlled the up and down motion, at first slowly, and then faster.

“Have you done this before?” She asked. “You are quite good at it.”

I kept sucking on the cock and worried I might cum too quickly. Diann slowly pulled the cock out of my mouth and placed it on a harness.

“My little sissy, I know what you want and need. And you know it too. I want you to strap this on my hips.”

I strapped on the dildo to Diann’s hips and watched how large it was as it swung from side to side. I could not believe it was going inside of my ass. However I was willing to do anything at that moment.

strap on sissyDiann then took my hand and walked me over to her desk. It was difficult to walk in high heels. She bent me over the desk and tied my wrists to the legs of the table and tied my ankles to the bottom of the other table legs. I then felt a cold liquid in the crack of my ass. She was putting lubricant there.

“You are very tight and are going to need this. In fact, it is going to be very uncomfortable for you for awhile. I am going to give you a butt plug to wear around the house and this will make anal sex less painful. But for now, you are going to have to take it like a man. Understand?”

“Yes Diann. Be gentle ok?”

“I will my lover.” Diann assured me.

As the strap on went into my sissy hole, I felt a wonderful sensation. It was huge but it touched my prostrate and made me so hard. I told Diann I was going to cum. She kept going deeper and deeper into my ass and shortly I had an orgasm all over the desk.

“I’m not done yet sissy boy.” Diann said.

Deeper and deeper, faster and faster, I began to here Diann have several orgasms as the large dildo massaged her clit and penetrated my ass. She moaned and screamed and when she had had enough, she slowly pulled the cock out of my tight butt.

“Very good for your first time. Next time, I will place a cock ring on you so you don’t cum so fast. Now I want you to take a shower, and when you are done, I want you to put on the clothes I lay out for you and come to bed. Ok sissy boy?”

“Ok”. I said.

Diann had laid out fresh lingerie for me and I put on the white panties and pink teddy and met her in bed. We had a glass of wine and talked and she massaged my back. I was truly falling in love and wondered why I had not done all this before. We kissed deeply and one of her fingers found it’s way into my ass. I was hard almost immediately. Diann pulled me closer to her and inserted my cock into her wet pussy. She got on top of me and fucked my cock until she came. Then she rolled me over and inserted my cock again into her pussy and instructed me to fuck her softly, gently, and like the sweet sissy that she loves very much. She controlled my body and my motion the entire time, not allowing me to get too excited and keeping me from cuming. She was in complete control and it was turning me on far more than I thought it would. Finally, she allowed me to cum but before I did, she rolled me over and placed her lips on my cock. I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed it all. Then kissed me gently.

I never knew that being a strap on sissy slut, could produce such wonderful sex, as well as create a unique bond with my lover.

The Strap on Sissy.