July 1, 2016
“Action.” We all sat in silence. I knew what I was supposed to do. I couldn’t believe where I was. This morning, I had woken up a virile young straight male who was almost going blind he was so crazed for pussy. Now I was the pussy, being lowered onto a massive cock, still wearing a miniskirt which was now pushed up against my waist, exposing my naked cock and legs below, and most importantly my ass.
What the hell, my face streaked with tears I looked at the camera and read the cue card “My name is Roy and I’m a pussy bitch who needs to be taught how to please a man.” I turned bright red as I said it. I didn’t want to say the next part. I swallowed and said it, “Make me cry daddy. Turn me into the cockslut I am.” I had sealed my fate, feeling as the man below me softly lowered me down over his big fat dick, dripping in precum.
June 5, 2016
Janice swallows hard and then kneels down in front of her teacher. She makes sure she doesn’t bend over too far. The last thing she wants is for the back of her skirt to raise up too high. She has white cotton panties on under her short tartan skirt, so they would probably only notice her plug. That would still be horrifying.
Her hands tremble as she reaches up and pulls her teacher’s cock out.
May 21, 2015
The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.
“Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said.
I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.
October 23, 2014
Now she was completely hairless except for the hair on her head.
“Turn around facing me and kneel down, bitch.” Zeke ordered.
Chrissie did as she was told.
“Now you look like the sissy you are.” Zeke sneered. “What are you, bitch?” Zeke demanded.
“I’m a faggot.” Chrissie sobbed.
“Who owns you?”
“I belong to Daddy.”
“Yes, you little whore. You belong to Daddy and Daddy’s going to mark you as his property.” Zeke said. And grabbing his now flaccid cock, he aimed it at Chrissie’s chest and began to piss on her.
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.
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 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…”