October 30, 2013
Thirdly, we have full control and access over you and everything you
own. Your house, your clothes, your car, everything. Is that clear? Are you
keeping up you sissy faggot? Go on tell me that the sissy faggot
understands and agrees to comply with everything I’ve said so far”
Tears were welling up in the corner of my eyes as the bleak future promised
by his, no by my new orders, was so clearly painted. I resolved not to let
them see me cry, it would serve me on purpose, and would only serve to
emphasis their hold and superiority over me at this time. I followed the
only course open to me. “Yes… yes, I agree.”
“Not good enough cunt. I told you to tell me the sissy faggot understands
and complies with everything Master Sam has said. . In fact beg me! Go on,
beg me to let the sissy faggot do everything Master Sam and Master Jim
want, beg me to use and abuse you and all your stuff. Go on cunt, beg me”
February 26, 2012
“Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me,” he commands.
I do as he orders.
“Higher,” he corrects me. “Put your chin right against the side of the bowl with your lips just above the top.”
The tears are streaking down my cheeks as I obey.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now open your mouth real wide and stick out your tongue.”
I want to protest. He gave me a choice and I clearly choose the food bowl and not my mouth for his deposit. I resist for a second then open my mouth. I feel like such a pussy. Just a few seconds ago I told myself I would never let him cum into my mouth. Yet here I am like a baby bird waiting for its supper.
“Oh, daddy’s going to give you plenty of protein,” Dean Miller says as he jacks harder on his dick. “Oh! Here it comes!”
I look on in shock as a huge blast of white cum fires out of the end of his dick and hits the dog food just inches from my face. Some of it splashes off the food and sprinkles my tongue and lips but not much. He fires 4 more equally impressive blasts that do the same. By the time he is done the dog food is absolutely soaked. Amazingly, less than a half teaspoon seems to have gotten into my mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises again. “You can finish your breakfast now. Don’t stop until that bowl is spotless.”
August 3, 2011
Her latest boyfriend looked on in amusement. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen; young and muscular, just like all the others. So many of the others. The only real difference was this one was blond; Stephanie’s dates tended to be Black or Hispanic of late. He was naked, cum glistening on his still-turgid cock. Nine or ten inches, I quickly estimated. I doubted I’d be able to take it all in my mouth. I hadn’t yet learned to deep throat, even after six months of humiliation at the hands of my stepdaughter and her suitors. He was probably inexperienced, too, so might cum quickly if I had to suck him off.
“Is your slut any good?” he asked, taking a moment to flick his finger against the cage surrounding my cock, causing me to flinch. “Very cute, by the way,” he laughed. “I think the look suits her.” Except for my head, I was completely, permanently hairless. She said it would make the tattoos she had planned easier; so far, there was just one – the word “sissy whore” in lower case letters on my left ass cheek. Heavy mascara and bright red lipstick only made me look more hideous, I felt, but even that wasn’t as bad as the professionally done finger and toe nails. Bright, florescent pink, with a single letter on each digit spelling out “panty slave.” I could hide the tattoo with clothing; I could remove the makeup; but if I ever I went out in public – that hadn’t happened yet, but would soon – everyone would be able to see my fingernails.
July 31, 2011
“No, I mean, I don’t believe you’re not a girl, just cuz you’ve got one of those. You came in here and your name was Candy, and you seemed quite like a girl, I’d say. Do boys usually dress like that, talk like that, and wag their little behinds around like that?”
“No, no, but I “
“But you did those things, exactly. So you’re a girl.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he possibly be that dumb? For a second, I wondered if that be the case, and then I noticed that my bulge was, well, a bulge. Had I got myself up with Candy’s ass?
“Besides,” he said, and in one motion, undid his belt and dropped his pants, and a second later the guest did too, “these are cocks. That’s just a little toy.”
April 22, 2011
From now on you are a cunt to be used by me in any way that pleases me. Your pussy is for me to use as I see fit. Do you understand?”
I answered quivering, “yes Master Cock.”
“Good, from this day forward you will wear panties only whether you are inside and outside your home. Tomorrow buy enough panties to last you and throw out any male underwear you have. You are a cunt and your cunt should be covered with panties and only satin panties. And from now on when you go to the bathroom you will sit to pee. Cunts pee and make poopy. You will call your clit a tee-tee like any girl would do. You will no longer buy any magazines other than girl magazines and you will eat like a girl. Do you understand?”
March 1, 2011
Sampson shook his head. “First of all, do girls wear jockey shorts, Jill?”
The boy looked down, shell-shocked. “No.”
“What do they wear instead?”
“Panties,” he whispered softly.
Sampson nodded and pulled from the bag a pair of pink cotton panties, handing them to Jill. “Put on your pretty new panties Jill.”
The boy took them, eyes downcast. Obediently he slipped them on. The close-fitting bikini panties covered his midsection.
“And what else do girls wear underneath their clothes Jill?” he pressed.
But Jill didn’t answer now. Instead he sat across from him in his pink panties, looking away, realizing at last that he would be wearing panties from now on.
February 22, 2011
“Spread you legs and hold them open and close your eyes. If you move I’ll give you a spanking so hard you won’t be able to sit in school tomorrow and everyone will know,” Joe taunted.
So, I sat with my legs spread apart as he towered over me. “Remember, don’t move,” he warned. And then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock (I didn’t see it, but I sensed it), and before I realized it he was peeing on my jeans right between my legs. Soaking my jeans and underwear and I could feel my balls warm with his pee as he loudly said, ” I claim you for my property and thus mark you with my piss as proof forever.”
As I started to move away from his pee he leaned over and slapped my face and said, “don’t.” So, there I was sitting splayed and letting him empty his bladder on balls. I was so humiliated. When he finished he shook his cock and some pee droplets flickered on my nose and eye. He laughed.
Looking down at me as he zipped his fly he continued with the following. “As you punishment for the next week you will get a pair of panties from your sister. They had better be satin. You will wear them everyday this week. If you don’t wear them I will spank your ass red. Do you understand?”