Down the Path

July 29, 2014

‘How will you act when I’m here boy?’

‘Like a faggot Sir,’ trying hard to sound as faggy as I can.

‘And if someone else if here boy?’

‘I will still act like I’m a fag Sir.’

‘Why is that boy?’

‘Because I’m a fag Sir.’

‘Good boy.’ You let me loose. ‘Go get me a drink faggot.’

I prance out of the room trying to walk like a fag. My ass still feels on fire.

I come back with your drink. Head down, I extend my hands. ‘For you Sir.’

He takes the drink from me. His finger lifts my chin making me look at him, his stare intense, penetrating. ‘Why are you still standing faggot?’

I move to my knees quickly. ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ Head down, knees spread.


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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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February 9, 2013

I laughed at him. “Does my little cocksucking girlie boy want daddy’s dick in her mouth?” I teased him.

He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and shuddered, but then whispered, “Please, daddy, I… I wanna suck it. I wanna… I wanna suck your big cock, please.”

I reached out and pinched his earlobe with my fingernails. “You know what that makes you, Punk?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

Punk groaned but said, a mixture of misery and lust in his whimpering voice, “A little faggot… I’m a little cocksucking faggot… I like to suck dicks, daddy… plah… please…”

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Ben to Bella

May 19, 2012

“You’re gonna want to stay real still, girl, or this is going to be painful.” I advised, showing him the razor. He whimpered but lay back and allowed me to get on with my work. God, I love shaving these boys, turning them into the little cock-hungry sissies I know they are. When finished, he only had a thin strip of hair running vertical right above his crotch—just like a real girl!

“Turn over.” My voice was already a bit husky, anticipating what was coming. He struggled a bit to turn over with his cuffed hands but managed without my help. My cock started leaking precum when I got that first look of his beautiful ass. It was high and tight, not too big, just how I like ‘em. Spreading those pale cheeks, his pink cunt was winking at me shyly, and he had absolutely no hair in his crack. I bit each of his cheeks and gave a sharp slap; he jumped.

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Jason Not Jessica

May 15, 2012

“Does your little roommate know what a little slut you are? Because if you don’t send me a text of you sucking his dick by the end of the month I think we’ll have a little party the following weekend” and with that he thrusts up carrying me up off the floor and and into the wall. pushing me up against the wall while he hammers into me. He grabs me around the throat, choking me, and asks right into my ear in-between breaths “whose slut are you? You’re my little fuck meat and anyone I hear of you with outside of your work becomes the same, and then you work from home. Now say it!”

“Yes, daddy I’m your little fuck puppet, please fill me with your love juice.” I croak out. It hurts, but what all makes it worse is that is when I cum.

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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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More Than I Wanted

October 20, 2011

“Maybe if you are good, Master will let you suck his cock someday sweetie,” she tells me. She throws me a kiss and leaves the room.

The dom stands there looking at me. Even after coming, his cock looks big, hanging there above those big balls. He sees me looking at it.

“Well Stevie, having fun?” he asks as his hand reaches down and strokes his cock.

A drop of cum comes out and he wipes it off with a finger and moves over to me and bring his finger to my mouth. I just stare at his finger as he brings it to my lips and rubs cum all over my lips.

“You will learn to crave cum boy, not be able to get it out of your mind,” he states coldly. “I don’t know Sir, this is different than what I expected, I don’t know if I can do this,” I tell him, confused and unsure of what is happening.

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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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Candy Apple

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.”

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My Girl Gaby

July 25, 2011

“Daddy?” one of the dumbasses asked, “He’s not your dad, Klint. What the fuck’s going on here?”

I turned to the boy and said, “Your boy here is really my girl.”

“Daddy please don’t…” pleaded Gaby, as she came over towards me.

When she got close enough, I slapped her hard on the ass and gave her the bag. “Go put these on. Now.” I commanded. “Show these boys what a pussy you really are.”

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His Little Doll

June 30, 2011

“You see, Don, you are not going to be a male anymore. As of this moment, in fact, you are not to consider yourself a man. I certainly don’t regard you as one. No, to me you seem like a perfectly sweet and innocent, if a bit naïve and silly, teenage girl. Sure, your hair isn’t long, your voice is too deep for my liking, and your breasts haven’t developed yet. But we’ll get there, and within a few months you’ll be my feminine slavegirl, and with a little luck maybe even my girlfriend. I’m getting ahead of myself, though. What’s your gender, slave?”
Don’s mouth was still agape, and his eyes were becoming wider by the second. He closed his hands in hopes that Dave wouldn’t see them shaking.
“Slave, I asked you a question. What. Is. Your. Gender.”
“’Uhhh’ is not an acceptable response, slave. Do not make me ask again.”
“Ummm… female. Master.”
“’This slave’s gender is female, Master,” Dave coaxed.
“This slave’s gender is female, Master.” Don gripped the armrest in a mixture of fear and anger.

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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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Cam Trouble

April 8, 2011

“Shut up sissy,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear your bullshit. I know that wasn’t the first time you dressed up like a bitch. I’ve seen your nickname in that room pretending to be a girl a lot of times. And no one that hasn’t pretended to be a girl before would eat their own cum.” I stood there silently. My face looked down at the floor. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. “Look at me!” he shouted. I looked up startled. “Now, here’s the way it’s going to go. You’re my bitch. You’re going to be my little slut girlfriend from now on. If you ever backtalk me or refuse to do what I say…well…then everyone at school is going to get an email of the video of you in your sister’s clothes jerking off and eating your own cum. So…we have a deal?”

I couldn’t imagine a worse fate. I tried to bargain with him. “Pleeeeaaassse Brian. I’ll do anything else you want just…”

“Shut up!” he shouted again. “This ain’t open for discussion. Its a simple yes or no. Are you my bitch? Yes or No?”


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Made Over

March 5, 2011

“My friend thinks you should have a cunt, he thinks you are just a sissy cuntboy,” Master says. “Is he right bitch?”

“Yes Master,” I answer. I’m glad that I’m over his lap and don’t have to look at them. In a low voice I tell them, “I’m just a cuntboy.”

“Don’t tell me boy, get up off my lap and go tell him,” Master tells me. “And if you don’t want to end up over my lap again, you better behave yourself bitch.”

I stand up and start to pull my jeans up. Feel so self conscious in the pink thong and go to pull my jeans up.

“Did I tell you to pull your jeans up bitch?” Master snarls at me.

“No Master,” I say then look over at the man who called me a cunt. He isn’t smiling, just stares at me. He lifts his finger and motions for me to come to him. I waddle over to him with the jeans making it so difficult.

“Come sit on my lap bitch,” the man tells me.

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Not That Bad

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.

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High School Dilemma

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?”

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“How many dicks have you taken in here Samantha?” he asked

“What? I uughgh I haven’t ever had anything in there Sir!”

“Good you were saving it for me …from now on this isn’t your asshole this is your pussy do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir”

He started to bang my pussy with his two fingers slowly at first then faster and faster. He turned me sideways so he could get a better angle on me and continued to finger fuck me as he asked me some more questions and told me what the new rules were going to be.

“Your pussy belongs to me now you sissy queer. And that means whenever and where ever and whoever I give your pussy to to use …you give it to them no matter what! you understand me ?”

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February 15, 2011

“I said suck it, bitch, suck it hard!”

Then he told me. Step by step, instructing me in the finer points of cock sucking, slowly forcing it deeper and deeper into my mouth. There was no way I could take all nine inches of his cock, or so I thought.

“You going to need some training, but I’m sure that in a few weeks you’ll be able to take all of it. For a beginner you’re doing a good job. Just keep sucking like that, it feels good.” Suddenly I knew he meant to make me his sex slave. Seeing the terrifying prospect of spending my spare time on my hands and knees servicing this man’s sexual appetite. I jerked back, appalled at the idea.

“NO! Please. Don’t,” I begged.

“Don’t? Don’t what? Fuck your mouth any more?” He said, laughing. “All right then. I’ll fuck your ass.” It wasn’t what I meant, but he didn’t care. With that he grabbed my arm, forcing it behind my back. With a little additional pressure he pushed my head to the floor. “Stay there bitch or I’ll beat you again.”

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