White Trash

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”

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Christian School of Humility

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.”

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Robert’s Legacy

August 15, 2011

As he thought about this, Dan raised his left hand up to his son’s head and started pushing it downward. Danny knew what his father wanted and didn’t put up a struggle. He did groan in despair though. He had sucked his dad’s dick earlier in the day without groaning, but that instance had been a spare of the moment thing.

However, Danny knew this blowjob was coming over 2 hours ago when they were at the clothing store and he found out what they were buying. God, Danny was embarrassed while they bought the clothes. His father told the sales lady that the clothes were not for his son but for a twin sister who was the same size. That they were just using Danny as a model since they were the same size and wanted the items to be a surprise for his sister.

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Sissy Stepdad

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.

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Parts 1 and 2 here: High School Dilemma

“Well Sissy you are definitely a girl. Girls often have accidents so get use to it. It’s something to do with the length of your urethra to your bladder. Don’t you wish you had a penis?” Sean taunted me.

“Yes Sir,” I answered.

“Yes Sir what Jill,” Sean taunted.

“Yes Sir I wish I had a penis,” I answered.

That’s when Sean began telling Uncle and Tiny how I really didn’t have a penis but instead a slightly enlarged clit.

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Country Girl

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?”

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Sissy Bitch

January 30, 2011

Billy got down on his knees. Gramps grabbed his fat cock and slapped Billy’s face with it. Billy opened his mouth and gramps shoved in it. Billy gagged at the size as he was barely able to open his mouth wide enough.

“Suck that cock sissy boy. Show gramps how much you love sucking cock. I’m going to make you my sissy bitch. From now on, you’ll call me Sir. You will only speak when spoken to. You’ll answer to sissy bitch. You got that boy?”

Billy nodded with his mouth stuffed with cock. Gramps grabbed Billy’s head and started to give him a good skull fucking. He was ramming his eight inch cock in and out and pushing deeper each time. Billy could not stop what was happening and would gag. Gramps could feel his balls tightening and his cock swelling. He leaned over Billy and turned the water off. Sensing he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock out.

“Open that cum bucket boy.” He yelled

Billy opened his mouth wide and gramps began to shoot his come over his face and into his mouth. After a good solid cum, he looked down at Billy’s face covered in cum.

“Now wipe my cum up boy and eat it. Don’t be wasting my time. That’s a good sissy bitch. I can’t wait till I have the guys over tomorrow night for poker. They’re going to like having a sissy bitch for their use. Now gramps has some desert for you sissy bitch.”


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My Sissy Submission Hell

January 15, 2011

So, I will be back tomorrow night at seven o’clock for our “date” just like you and Heather tonight. Before you get any ideas of what you might do, listen. Heather has your wallet, your keys, and I am going to drive your car away tonight. You have no land line in the house, and your mobile phone is already in Heather’s purse. She’s password protected your computer, so you can’t use that, either. So, what are you going to do tomorrow? I’m so glad you asked! You will practice walking on the high heels and practice with the dildo so you can properly deep throat me. Finally, you will practice inserting the plug up your cute little backside, and work on keeping it there for at least 2 hours. When I get here tomorrow night, I will let myself in, and you will be waiting for me on the sofa, wearing the teddy, with the white socks, white shoes, and peignoir. Your finger and toe nails will be shaped and painted pink, and they had better look nice! I want to see a nice bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for our “date.” You will be completely shaved, and I mean smooth. No stubble anywhere. Your crotch, your ass, your under arms, legs, etc. I also want that poor excuse for a mustache gone. You will use the enema, and then bathe and wash your hair, brushing it out real nice for me. Use the shampoo and stuff I brought. I expect all of these instructions to be carried out to the letter, or those pictures will be out within minutes, and your life will be over. Is there any part of this you don’t understand?”


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A Very Sissy Love Story

January 15, 2011

“Mike,” He began, “I want you to be my Little Missy, if you want to be. Now, before you answer, let me explain a few things to you. If you agree, you will be bound and gagged whenever I choose. I wasn’t sure about the lingerie, but find I love it on you, and will be buying some outfits of your very own. I want you to understand that you will wear what I want, when I want. I also want to tell you now that you WILL be spanked. Not because you deserve it, but because it turns me on. I will punish you, bind and gag you, dress you like my personal Barbie doll, humiliate you, and degrade you. But most of all, I will love you. Now, I’m going to give you while to think about the whole idea.” He then directed me to remove the lingerie, and put my boy clothes back on. “I don’t want your thinking colored by anything. This is something that you have to really think about. Think about how you felt when we were kissing, when you were sucking my cock, but also, think about being helpless, truly helpless, and thinking you were going to be hurt. I’m going to go into the bedroom and read for a while, let you sit here and think. It’s now five after six. Say, I give you until six thirty? At that time, you can pick up the panties, bra, and the peignoir, leave, and there will be no hard feelings, and I will understand completely. Or you can put them back on, along with your little socks and heels, and come into the bedroom. It is your choice, Mike, but remember, it is an all or nothing choice.”


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“Good girl Elizabeth, you are a good little girl and I love
you.” Daddy wiped my bottom clean and had me stand up and
then he put baby powder over my private areas. After he
had powdered me and wrapped me up in a big fluffy pink
towel, he picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom and
sat me on the bed. Daddy instructed me to lay face down on
the bed so that he could put a trainer inside of me. I had
no idea what he was talking about but once again his finger
went into my bottom and then I felt something being pushed
into my bottom. I asked Daddy what was going on and Daddy
said, “don’t worry sweetie, this will help you to walk and
think more like a little girl. That’s what you want, right

I said, “Yes Daddy.” I didn’t know back then that what he
had put inside of me was called a butt plug. Once that was
done, he told me to sit up and that it was time to get
dressed for dinner and that I would have to wear big girl’s
clothes for our big night out.


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April 19, 2009

“Now,” Mr. Pitman spoke, catching the girl’s eyes in his cold gaze. It frightened the girl, before as a boy there had always been warmth, even pride in what he saw. Now there was simply a sense of confident power and triumph. “My prize football captain comes home. I’ve been waiting for this. Strip down to your suspender belt please.”

“Come here.”

The girl took slow steps around the desk, and for all the control of her training couldn’t contain a low moan of horror. There under the desk was Anthea, dressed in her school uniform, arms bound behind her back, slowly moving her head up and down the headmasters very large cock. She must have been there all the time, when the girl’s mother stood beside her talking nonsense all unaware.

Mr. Pitman extended his middle finger and holding his eyes on the girl’s roughly shoved it up her pussy. “Yes, you’re wet, good. I’m sure your mind is breaking up right now, which is all part of what’s wanted. It was I who choose you, like I chose John before you and Tim who just entered the school today.”


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After School Special

April 19, 2009


“Good. Now I want you to kiss your Daddy’s balls– AND

Brenda bent his head and began the humiliating task,
happy just not to be further punished. He offered loving
adoration to each of his Daddy’s sweaty, hairy balls as
he held Brenda’s black ponytail as a rein.

“That’s my sexy little girlie! Inside those balls I’m
making cum just for my Brenda-girl to drink! Wouldn’t
you like a nice sticky mouthful of Daddy’s cum?”

Brenda nodded, his tongue too busy to answer. His cock
was rising again and Daddy rubbed it against the teen’s
pale face. Suddenly, he drew the ponytail back and aimed
the cock at Brenda’s bare chest. In a second, Brenda’s
two small bubbles were covered with a sheet of the

“Is Kelly done cleaning your panties, Lesley? I have a
chore for her.”

Mother snapped her fingers and Kelly looked up. “Your
Daddy has a job for you.”

Rick Mason pointed at Brenda’s small cum coated titties.

“Clean your sister’s little hooters off, girlie. Milk
them good.”



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