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.
December 18, 2015
I know that you may think me something of a bully, but who cares? Forcing a lad to dress like a girl, act like a girl and serve my cock like a girl against his, or should I say her will, is the most powerful aphrodisiac for me! And looking down at her with her legs open in her pretty little panties; trembling with fear, the wide eyed scared look on her face was making my cock bulge.
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 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 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.
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.