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.
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.”
April 22, 2009
“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.