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i guess it is a logical next step in my pussy conversion. As every day goes by i enjoy my feminization more and more. One of the advantages of wearing bra and panties every day is that my breasts are growing larger and my male thing (dick)is getting smaller. i celebrate my dickless situation and admire how feminine i look in panties. i find that my male style orgasm leaves me cold and depressed.
i think i need to experience chastity. My clitty gets juicy and chubby when i see nice chastity devices. If any persons have good or bad experiences in chastity i would like to hear them. Right now i like the stainless steel cage types and my only worry is that it might stretch and tear my panties. i definitely do not want to present a male bulge. i want men to see me as a sissy.
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Jul 10, 2010 10:52 am
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Here is one of my Piss Play adventures. Acceping my piggy Piss Slut nature has been a real positive move for me.
They told me that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. I could just observe. My heart was pounding with excitement and fear as I climbed the long stairs to the old warehouse. I was headed to a group sex and piss event that I had learned about on line. I am average looking in my late 40's, and I never quite connected with the gay scene even though I've always known I'm queer. With only a few halfhearted attempts at sexual relationships, I was pretty inexperienced. But cruising the internet and jacking off at pics of naked men or men in white briefs led me to a pic of a really hot guy in white briefs that were soaked with yellow piss. I was so turned on by his pic that I searched out more watersports pics. Soon I was pissing my pants surfing the net and wondering how I might get into this. I even tried pissing into a coffe mug and drinking my own. I loved it.
Now, finally, I was taking steps to try my new secret fetish and I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I was very lucky. The guys waiting for the doors to open were very friendly and reassured me that I would have a good time. There was none of the attitude often encountered at the bars. I decided I could leave at any time, so I paid my $20. admit fee and entered the big space. First, it was not real dark like the adult movie houses. Second, the guys in there were friendly and welcoming...invited me to look around. I was tentative but took a walk through the maze, past the bathtubs and the big vats, greeted by friendly guys some dressed, some naked all waiting for the party to begin. I felt so comfortable that I got stripped down to my new white jockey briefs, stowed my clothes and began to mingle.
I walked up to one guy standing in a corner and made small talk. He put my hand on his crotch and I was down on my knees kissing and sucking his cock. What a welcome!
I wandered around like that for about a half an hour, grabbing some soft drinks at the refreshment stand set up there. Most guys knew each other but tried to make me feel comfortable. Off on a makeshift balcony 2 guys started making out when one guy whipped out his cock and started pissing on his partner. I guess that was the starting bell. Men were milling around touching and feeling. One guy climbed into the big vat and was followed by others. Soon they were pissing all over each other, playing like kids. I saw a guy I knew from church and tried to avoid being seen. He spied me and came over to give me a big welcome and introduce me to some of his friends. Then he climbed into the big vat and began catching squirts of piss into his face. It looked wonderful.
I felt the crotch of a guy standing next to me. His name is John. He was wearing only a jockstrap and it was soaking wet. I asked him if I could suck him a while, and he just pushed me down and held my face to his jock pouch. I tried to suck the head of his cock through the mesh and he let loose a spurt of piss for me to drink. I was hooked, addicted. I was lust and piss crazed. We wandered over to a group of his friends and he told me to get down and suck his balls while he chatted with his buddies. It was humiliating and wonderful to chew on his jockstrap, get a taste of his cock and lick and suck his balls while his naked buddies ignored me. After a while, he told me he was going to wander around a bit and I should try meeting some other guys. We would catch up later in the evening.
With this new enthusiasm I went around the party room, observing wonderful activities and occasionally sitting in a piss tub while some guy unloaded his golden stream in my face or down my back. There was one section where guys were getting butt fucked and I watched that for a while. I was surprised guys would fuck in semi-public but after a few minutes it seemed natural to me. They were using lube and rubbers so I guess it was OK for them. I, however, only wanted to eat cock and get soaked.
I came across my buddy John again and he had me suck his cock and balls right next to the refreshment area so I was enjoying the display we made. He sent me off again to have some more fun and I drank more soft drink and more water so I could piss a lot. I promised him I would feed him my liquid load when I really had to go. I sucked some more, drank some more and mingled a lot till I really had to release a whole bladderful of hot golden nectar.
I went and found John and he intentionally kept me waitng a few minutes till I thought I would explode. We climbed into the big vat in the center of the party area. The piss was at least 3 inches deep in this vat. There were a couple of other guys there and about 15-20 guys standing around the rim pissing and getting sucked. As I unloaded my sweet load on John, he sat down in the deep piss so I could hose him all over. After I got him completely soaked I lay down in the vat to suck him off. I pulled his jock aside and went down on him. His cock and balls were soaked with piss which triggered an urge deep within. I had to swallow all of his genital region. I went sucking and lapping like a mad man. Guys started pissing all over my back and ass while I lay on my belly slurping and nibbling his "privates" In fit of enthusiasm I tongued his ass and just went crazy. I now was writhing in a pool of piss and rimming John's hole like my life depended on it. At sometime in there it occurred to me that I was no longer hanging back, I was sucking and sexing in the most piggish manner and it felt wonderful.
John realized how sex starved I was and he got me out of the vat and over to the sling that was used for other events. This was a sturdy sling attached to a large lumber frame .. sort of like a kid's gym. John got in the sling, fastened his legs up and asked me to rim his ass. I had never rimmed anybody before, but I guessed I should try to french kiss his hole. It was still flavored with piss, but as I got into it a entire new flavor emerged which drove me on. I sucked and nibbled and kissed and slurped while John pulled on his cock and moaned in pleasure. A couple of men became bystanders rubbing my back which added encouragement. One trim young guy who must have been an acrobat scrambled to the top of the sling. He was able to climb into position to release a flood of golden piss on John's face and chest almost causing John to cum. The sweet golden liquid flowed down John's belly to his crotch and all over my face which was attached to his asshole. I almost passed out with pleasure. We continued a while till we hit a pleasure peak and John yelled that he was going to cum so I got off his hole and swallowed his cock. He unloaded he spurt after spurt of spermy fluids into my throat. What a joy!
We got John out of the sling and I wandered over to a vat to sit down and jack off. As soon as I climbed in one big guy put his dick into my soggy yellow underpants and let loose his good flood. When he stepped away an older fellow scurried over, sucked on my jockey pouch and pulled my cock out. There I was, piss soaked and sopping, getting a hot mouth blow job while my new friends fingered my ass and grabbed my nips till I shot a bucket of cum.
This experience changed my life completely. I was a changed man. I would never hang back on the sidelines anymore. My work improved, my health improved, my attitude improved. I throw myself into life. I signed up with Squirt and started to meet guys of all sorts. I know that a man's looks are not as important as his attitude and personality. I try to get as much sex as possible, sometimes having 3 or 4 dates a week. I see some guys every week, some every few weeks and some new guys passing through. I no longer live in the city with the piss and penis events but dream about attending one of the really big parties in Palm Springs.
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Apr 3, 2010 1:34 pm
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At work I wear traditional menswear. Khakis button-down shirt etc. As soon as I get home I remove the work clothes and put on a pretty bra that matches my pretty lace panties. I never have my breasts exposed. I always wear a bra or a camisole with/without a loose blouse. If I need more clothes I wear a robe or terry kilt .. Anything with a ‘skirt’ . I do have some real skirts and I really get a lot of pleasure wearing them. It so nice to lift up a skirt and fondle my silk panties. One guy I serve likes to lift up a longer skirt and bury his face in my pussy region and another guy likes to pick up a short skirt and spank my heiney. Whatever.
If you have never worn a skirt you might try it.. It feels fantastic to be free from belts, zippers, restrictive pants legs.
In addition to wearing a bra all night, I needed to emphasize my breasts and especially my nipples. I spend 30 minutes every evening with snake bite suction cups on my nipples so they become very swollen. They will gradually shrink back after I remove the suction cups. But they will never shrink completely so now my nipples are permanently enlarged and they protrude lewdly in my shirts or my bras. A few nights a week I wear clamps which toughen my nipples so that real men can freely pinch and pull them as I serve them.
It is amazing that the more I pinch my nipples the more sexually aroused I become. My clitty gets hard and juicy when a man pinches and pulls my nipples. If a man grabs a nipple real hard while I suck his Cock I just suck more enthusiastically.
I wash my sissy under things by hand with perfumed detergent, and I enjoy rinsing out panties with lots of clitty juice. I get the feeling that my training is working, and soon I will be the sex slut I desire to be.
On Sunday mornings I go to my Masters house and give him service and receive the discipline I deserve. But on Wednesday I serve my Master by performing certain humiliating deeds for him on cam. I usually wear the nasty nipple clamps and some pretty panties while I perform assigned tasks. I might be forced to put lipstick on my lips, my nipples and head of my clitty. I might be forced to spank my heiney with a leather strap till I am rosy red. I will feel this on the following day. Often I am forced to stand in front of the cam and piss my panties and watch the warm yellow urine fill my silk panties and flow down my thighs. I wear the sopping wet panties for the balance of the night.. Even to sleep.
Wednesday is the only day I can cum or have orgasm no matter how many guys I serve sexually. Usually I squirt cum juice into a saucer and lick it up on cam so Master can watch my pleasure. Piss and cum are my two favorite foods so my Master has required me to Piss into a glass mug and then shoot my cum in it. Then I drink the cocktail down with gusto. I definitely recommend this. This definitely reinforces my feelings of humiliation and submission.
My Master is bisexual and has been married for a long time. He encourages me to sexually satisfy real men who need this. There are two men I am committed to serve. One man is fairly ‘convential’. He demands that I show up at his condo dressed in a full skirt, blouse, heels lots of lipstick. I do not wear a wig so if I am seen I look like a ridiculous sissy man. Very humiliating. His routine begins when I kneel in front of him and suck his Cock for a while. He likes to reach up am skirt and fondle my pussy and clitty region. He is also extremely motivated by torturing my nipples and getting me ready. He has pinched and pulled my nipples so hard they are sore for days and he always stuffs his nice Cock up my fuck hole for a long time. It is impossible to express the joy and pleasure I feel when I have a fucking Cock deep up in my pussy. Then I must get fixed up as pretty as I can to beging the humiliating walk to me car and the drive home. I know this is my true calling.
Another man comes to my house often.. He is also in construction and we maintain professional attitude at work. He does not care one way or another whether I wear sissy bra and panties or not. He just wants to shoot a load of cum. I always wear some ‘easy-off’ panties while I spend a lot of time worshipping and sucking his Cock and ass hole. Some days he chooses to hand cuff me, spank me and fuck my pussy… whatever. He always cums in me but always with a rubber. More than most guys, he really enjoys pissing in my face and all over me while calling me filthy names, I love it. Actually this is how we met.
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Getting to Yes Sir. 1
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Apr 2, 2010 12:11 pm
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Getting to “yes Sir”
In order to become the submissive I need to be, Master George applied a complex mix of Domination, Humiliation and Feminization. He intuitively employed techniques that he figured would bring me under his Domination. I do not presume to understand how, I only know that with each successive day I became more and more dependant on his Domination.
Master George has a long term spouse and does not wish to have me as his exclusive slave. He took me on as his ‘special case’ because he recognized my real need. He had the intention to convert me to be a successful submissive for several Dominant Males and for me to be of service whenever a dominant Male requires it .
Every day Master sent instructions for me to follow and to incorporate in my daily behavior. In the evenings I was required to report back, including any difficulties with my compliance. Deep inside I realized that the more I was able to accept, the closer I would get to my ideal of being the submissive I need to be.
Every Sunday morning when Master George has the house alone I would go to his place for personal sexual service, instructions and the discipline I need to achieve my goal.
Here are some of the details.
Changing vocabulary
All men are to be addressed as “Sir”. My chest is my “bosom” and I have “breasts”. Real Men have Cocks, I have a “clit” or “clitty” and my butt hole is really my “pussy” or “fuck hole”. Instead of taking a leak or Piss.. I only “pee” My crotch is my “pussy region” and my butt is a “heiney” or “bottom” all more feminine terms. Repeated use of these terms will reinforce my feminine submission.
I was forbidden from ejaculating or cumming except as directed by Master. I was instructed to plan solo sexual activity every Wednesday evening
When talking with Real Men I keep eyes down and focused on the Man’s crotch. Very often he will adjust his package and get somewhat aroused. The idea is to make the Man aware of his superiority and my sexual submissive availability. Never can I initiate and sexual discussion or activity. I must hope and wait for the Man to do this.
After getting used to the excitement and comfort of nice ladies panties, I was required to wear panties all day -- every day. I became accustomed to the sensuous feeling they give me and my clitty was hard and juicy all day long. I was no longer permitted to wear jockey briefs over top of the panties. I was required to get rid of ALL men’s underwear, briefs, and jockstraps etc. . I was forced to wear ladies panties every day and to all my medical appointments.. Urology, dermatology etc where I need to strip to underwear. Instead of floral or lacy panties I wear plain pastel silky briefs which are light blue or aqua.. Not pink. Of course I am shaved completely below the navel. The doctors notice this but never ask questions “why?” There are probably many more sissy men than we realize.
There is one important thing. If any Man suspected that I wear panties, or spied them when I bent over at work, I had to respond to any of his comments positively. If he asks if I am wearing panties, I must say “Yes Sir” If he asks to see them I must open my pants and show him. One of my neighbors who had no interest in me sexually - just a good friend - asked to see my panties every time he came over. He offered me every encouragement and told me how pretty they are. Actually I revealed my secret to several of my ‘straight’ buddies. And no negative response. This is a way to become ‘comfortable and proud’ of my sissy submissive status.
When I need to pee at work , I must sit to pee with pants and colorful panties at my ankles. I was forced to leave the bathroom door ajar not shut or locked.. In a public restroom I left the stall door ajar and my pants/panties visible beneath the partitions. This is very thrilling because I never know who will push the stall door open and see me sitting to pee with bright lacy panties at my ankles. Every men who popped in always said “excuse me” or similar and went to another stall. Never a problem.. Even at Home Depot. At home I was forced to kneel and kiss the toilet seat before and after every time I used it.
It is important to remember that any short-cut I might take is damaging to me, not the Master. I am the one who needs submissive training. If I ever forgot to kiss the seat after use I went back to do this and I told Master in the evening report.
More next time.
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into action
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Mar 22, 2010 1:54 pm
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Master George sent he home. He would consider training me to my submissive state with two conditions. He demands 100% honesty and 100% obedience. For the next week i would contact him by email twice a day and relate my compliance and feelings
i was grateful that he was willing to take me on as his 'special case' and relieved that he was training me as a sissy. i am so tired of trying to live up to the demands of masculinity... It is a great relief to serve a real Man and I accept the humiliation as the price for his attention.
Master George would tell me that his goal is to train me gradually in many aspects that will affect my mind...by changing all my behaviors. His plan is to draw out my subservience and submission as well as my secret sissy nature. Soon i would celebrate my female sexuality and feelings
First and most obvious demand.. i needed to be shaved smooth from waist down.. immediately. Shave my dick, shave my balls, shave my ass crack ..all of it. This is a big task the first time, but i got excited by the idea how nice it will be when i have no hair in my privates. i used a body groomer, and new razor and Magic Shave to clean myself up. It took about 3 hours and was worth it. Nice and smooth and feminine. I hope I do not experience too much scorn. How do I explain this to my doctors?
Second was also predictable.. i was to wear nice panties all the time. As soon as finished the shave I put on some very nice silk panties with lace trim. I felt thrilled and excited as well as ashamed of myself for being such a sissy. It is difficult to describe pleasure I feel wearing these. I hope no one ever knows and I also hope some man discovers my secret and uses me sexually as his submissive slut.
I was mentally charged and alert when I went to work the next morning. i work in construction related job and I know I would be ruined and ridiculed if it was known I wear sissy underpants. So I wore my jockey underpants over my nice panties. Confident that I was on the right path for self realization and sexual service, I was happy and productive all week.
i was at watershed moment. i could embrace Master George's Domination and training in order to become the submissive i need to be, or i could try to circumvent these instructions and live my life in quiet desparation. i commit to obey my Master fully. it is for my advantage. i hurt only myself if i take a short cut or an easy way out.
In next blog I will describe the various steps Master George instructed me to take.
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lost and found
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Mar 19, 2010 2:55 pm
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It is impossible to describe the joy and excitement i discovered when i gave myself over to my first Master...and equally difficult to describe the desolation and bereavement i felt when i was abandoned. Business, distance and my insecurity caused my Master to look closer to home. He abruptly discontinued connections with me, and i was lost. i was angry lost and then very lonely. A true wretch.
i had felt the warmth and security of a Master, the rightness of my submission and i needed this very much. There was now no question that my true calling is to be submissive to a superior Male, to serve him spiritually, mentally and sexually. i need this... very much.
After a few false starts i was contacted by a Dominant Master who lived in my neighborhood. After a few emails back and forth he told me to meet him in an hour at a local coffee shop. i did this. We spoke for a few minutes and he told me i should go with him to his house. He is a mature Man, glasses, stocky and i felt secure with him. He wanted to examine me to see if i could be a suitable slave for him. i wanted to do my best so he would accept my service. i could not believe my luck! A Man close to home who would consider training and using me.
i followed him into his house. When the door shut his attitude changed immediately to Dominant sternness . i was a bit frightened but i knew i wanted him to control me. He sat in his chair and told me to relate all my experience as a submissive. i humbly told him that i was new and that i now needed training and control. i reluctantly told him of my experience with buying panties and wearing them. He seemed interested. i reiterated my homosexuality and this pleased him as well.
Finally he instructed me to remove all my clothing while i was standing in front of him. i had ceased the feminine panties etc when my former Master stopped control, because i had no need for humiliation. So i stood there in my jockey briefs while he walked around me and inspected me like i was livestock. He sternly pulled my underpants down because he had ordered ALL clothing off. i was nervous and humiliated and fearful as he continued to inspect me. He grabbed my nipples and i did not squeal or yell as he pinched them. i accepted his right to do this. he pulled my Dick in his hand and noticed that it was juicy. he got some of the juice on his finger and put it in my mouth. He ordered me on my knees and to lick and caress his bare feet. i complied quickly. i wanted him to accept me. after a few minutes he told me get up and bend across the back of a chair. He gave my ass a number of whacks and i thanked him each time. On some level i knew this is what he expected. i do not like to get spanked, but i love the effect..especially when my ass is sore for a day.
Then he sat down again, looked me all over and gave me his decision.
Yes! he would take me on as atrial basis but i needed to start immediately. Yes, i was ready. My heart began to beat quickly in gratitude. i needed a Master and here was an experienced older Man who was willing to take time to train me as a real sub. i called him Master and asked him what i must do.
He was very blunt. He told me that i am a sissy and i need to be trained to serve real Men. He would take his time and gradually instruct me in my behavior. He rightly observed that i was an uptight and inhibited Cock sucker bitch, and i can find real personal satisfaction when i accept my true nature. i knelt down in front of him and offered both hands. He took them briefly and told me to stand up.
To start, i was to contact him by email every morning and every night. He would give me daily instructions and daily review of my progress. i was so excited that my dick got hard.. i wanted to do this with all my heart. He sent me home and told me my instructions for that day would be in my email before i arrived at my house.
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Turning sissy.
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Jan 18, 2010 7:57 pm
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It is amazing the effect these sexual lessons had on my entire life. It was not only that I received ‘permission’ to be sexual in the way I was intended, but my life began to flourish under this new-found freedom. The sexual release resulted in emotional comfort leading to daily happiness and prosperity. Because I had believed that ‘real men’ are supposed to be dominant I denied my need to be submissive. As I gradually accept this I feel comfortable with my life as it is.
A few years ago I moved to a new state and lost contact with my mentor in Cock sucking. Therefore it was necessary to seek potential partners on-line. Amazingly, this was very successful. A lot of men were happy to hook up with me while I practiced my new found Cock sucking art and I made a few good friends. All this time I was content to merely meet up with a guy, open his pants and take his cock deep into my grateful mouth. I came to realize that I was fulfilling my deepest desires and making some men happy. I rejected the idea that I was being used; I was just glad to have the opportunity to satisfy my longings.
About three years ago I was having an on-line chat with a potential sperm donor and seemed to be very interested. He asked many questions about my life style and my sexual preferences and my excitement when servicing a group of men in public. I had gotten into group scenes a few years ago and I enjoy them. In a later blog posting I will relate one auspicious event. Suffice it to say this man perceived and natural submissiveness that he could bring out and control.
Before making a ‘date’ to hook up we had nightly chats about this and that and very gradually I began to follow his suggestions. In fact, I looked forward to hearing from him every night and listen to his words of wisdom and control. I am certain to this day that I am happy to obey and comply with his wishes now that I know what he revealed to me. I can feel sexual pleasure whenever I think how I would be obedient to him and how I would worship and service his Cock. I became willing to go to great lengths for the chance to suck him and receive his noble member in my ass. Gradually as he described his desires for sex with me, he used slang referring to me. He talked of my pussy mouth and ass cunt, he suggested pinching my titties etc. Instead of objecting to these terms I was sexually aroused by the idea of pleasing this bi-sexual man as a female alternate.
Then out of nowhere he asked me if I ever dressed as a female. .. wore dresses or panties etc. I was put off. I am a cock sucker, that is for sure, but I would have nothing to do with sissy things. He left the remark go and did not make a reference of that kind for a few days. Then he told me of a sex partner of his who wear ladies panties and panty hose to work. This guy conceals his stockings with regular men’s socks over them. I told him I did not like the idea, but his partner could do as he pleased. During the next night he told me he would be very happy if I would consider doing such a thing. He explained that he enjoyed seeing his sex partners in feminine panties etc. As nicely as possible I told him that I did not believe I could do this, that I would hate this but as a favor to this nice Man who was exciting me with on-line messages, I would think about it over night.
It was amazing when I woke up the next day. I was in a state of sexual excitement all day. There was extra sexual energy coursing thru my veins while I was at work. I could hardly concentrate because the thoughts of wearing ladies panties beneath my underpants consumed me. I felt a hot sexual surge in my groin, my dick was leaking and my ass hole felt like it came alive!. . I could not figure this out. In defense of my masculinity I had strongly opposed anything that seemed feminine. Now I was feeling a brand new sexual stimulation stronger than any since I first learned to jack off. That night I told my on-line friend that I was open to try this. He replied that he would like to hook up with me and I could suck his Cock if I would wear girls panties for him. Now I needed to figure out how to buy them.
At this point I did not know that I was in the process of becoming a submissive in the service of a dominant Master. I was just following instructions. And to that end I tried to order woman’s panties and bra straps on line. Soon I discovered a site that would fill an order with sexy lingerie. This is what my Master had requested. …not ordinary granny panties but sexy lacy thongs etc. I needed to keep my endeavor a secret and I worried about using a credit card with a man’s name for buying lingerie, but was satisfied that many men buy gifts. So I ordered a few different pair of thongs and panties to arrive in ten days.
The date was set, my Cock man would visit me at my house in 2 weeks and I could suck his Cock wearing ladies panties. How happy I would be. Suddenly there was a change of plans. My guy wanted to come sooner, but I did not have the panties yet. I was instructed to go to a lingerie store and buy them. I did not wish to do that and reveal my secret sissy tendency, but I was told that it was mandatory. Hmmm. In addition I was forced to let the sales clerk know that the panties had to fit me so I could wear them. This was the ultimate humiliation. I have a reputation to defend and I live in a small town.
Could I do this? Every time I thought about kneeling in front of my man and sucking his Cock while wearing sissy clothes I got a raging hard on and sexual fever in my groin. I knew I just had to do this.
I got the courage and went into the local Victoria’s Secret and approached a saleswoman. I explained I needed a pair of panties and a thong that would fit me. She was a little nervous and she offered me a ‘special’ on five pair for a good price. While other sales staff and customers watched as I fumbled for my credit card I burned with shame and humiliation. When I got home I hastily put them on and felt a new surge of sex and excitement. Even though I was reluctant to admit my sissy nature I know deep in my heart that my feminization is an integral part of me.
When I explained all this to my guy and I told him I offered my humiliations to him he accepted me as his ‘pussy’ and he gave me a girls name and instructed me to call him “Master”. I do not see him anymore, but he will always be my Master, and I am forever grateful for his giving me more sexual freedom and honesty. Every time a Man reaches inside my silk panties and pinches my ass I feel true happiness.
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going sub
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Sep 24, 2009 1:06 pm
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Of course i had no idea that i had a submissive fixation or even a fixation on males. i just went along haplessly from date to date..never finding any kind of suitable relationship. When i attempted to go with guys i did not understand my role and the whole connect/relationship concept was screwed up.
About 15 years ago i was in a men's bar looking for some bonding or conversation when an average looking guy struck up a conversation. We did not talk sex or anything. He had his raincoat on and i figured he just stopped in for a drink before going home. As i stepped back from the bar i felt his hand on my ass. Being curious and not wishing to over react i just stood there. He made some circular motions with his fingers and i looked right at him.
He did not ask.. He just said "you like that don't you". hmmm?
"You like to feel my hand on your ass, it feels good to you." i did have to acknowledge that it does feel very nice. Funny. He asked if i had experience with guys and i told him not much.. that is when he hooked me. He told me i have a nice ass and i need to have some man play with it. I figured it was time to get away from him so i told him i was leaving. He told me to give him my phone number which i did for some unknown reason. i figured i can always hang up if he calls. He massaged my ass for a few more seconds before i left and he told me he would call me the next time he was in town.
Two weeks later he called me and said he was in town for business and he wanted to come to my house and play with my ass.. i was polite but i told him i was not interested. He called several more times.. every two weeks and each time i was more curious and finally i said.."what the fuck"" and told him how to get to my place. This is when the miracle happened.
He arrived and seemed normal and nice.. Average looks, 50 years old, youthful attitude -- maybe this is fun.
We talked for only a few minutes when he told me to get undressed, and for some reason, i removed my shirt and pants. i stood in front of him in my underpants. He pulled me closer and again started to massage my ass and reached inside. This felt good. He asked if i would help him get undressed.. Sure. i removed his shirt and opened his belt and zipper. He told me get off his shoes so i knelt down and removed his shoes and i pulled his pants down and took them off him. While i was still kneeling in front of him he suggested that i remove his boxers. Nice. I pulled his boxers off as he stood close to me..his Cock near my face. It is a beautiful Cock.. almost 8" and uncut. I was staring when he said "OK go ahead." and i tried to suck him.
Now, i had sucked Cock before and i thought the idea was to quickly suck back and forth till the guy would shoot. i tried this with my Man till he said "whoa..hold up" You really like my Cock don't you? i said "yes". You really want to suck me all the way inside don't you? Again i said yes". "Right now you NEED my Cock, don't you?" another yes. For the first time i admitted the truth.. "Yes Yes i do. i want to worship your Cock"
He told me to stand up and look at him. He looked me straight in the eyes and told me he knows i want his Cock very much and i need his Cock in my ass. He was going to help me.
He squeezed my nipples and i felt the most exquisite feeling pain/pleasure while i removed my underpants. He had me turn around and he gave me just a few short smacks and i believe that felt good and settled me.
He quickly set down the arrangements we would have. He was coming every 2 weeks, i would learn to suck and worship and deep throat his Cock. i would do what he told me and he would safely fuck my ass. I was trembling with fear and excitement and i looked right into his face i agreed. My own dick was hot and throbbing when he led me into my bed room and had me give him some oral service, He giuded me in giving him my most earnest blow job ..it was really quite amateurish.. till he came in my mouth. And i was elated.. Then he ordered me to jack myself off while he pinched my nipples and i caught my cum in my hand. He told me to eat my own cum and wipe my fingers on my face.
He had to get on the road and he told me he would return in 2 weeks to beging my training. i do not know why i said it but i said "yes Sir, thank you Sir" i don't know what had come over me, but i knew at once i was into something good. i intuitively knew this Man was what i had been looking for my entire life.
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why sub?
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Sep 5, 2009 9:03 am
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Several times i have been asked how i came to be a submissive Cock sucker.. and while there is no one exact answer there are some 'indicators'.
As a boy i was not a rough and tumble kid even though i was active.. But i was always very obedient and well behaved. i did not know much about sex at all and was really very ignorant even up to the 8th grade.
i was 12 and my brother who is more than 4 years older than me asked me if i knew about sex and did i wish him to tell me all about it. Of course i was very excited and wanted to know. He very quickly told me about putting my dick in a pussy hole to put a sperm deposit in there. He told me to pull down my underpants and he grabbed my dick and told me the sperm would shoot out of there. i was confused because all i knew was that piss came out of my dick.
He showed me how to stroke and excite my dick till it felt really good. When he took his hand away he told me to do what he had done and would do the same with his dick. This really was fun and exciting. Very soon i started to squirt on the bathroom floor and i said oh no! i am shooting water.
He explained that it was not water but jism and that is what made babies. i was shooting out little babies. He asked if it felt good and i told him yes! great! and he explained that is why all the guys do it. He called it jerking off.
Being the moral and well behaved kid, i asked if this was wrong. Is it a sin to jerk off and feel so good? He told me "yes" it is a mortal sin but all the guys are doing it so it cannot be too bad.
The next day jerking off was all i could think about and all i could do. i must have tried it 3 or 4 times. i figured since i had already done it once, i might as well do it often and get to confession on Saturday and then never, never do it again.
Now here is the strange part. The next week i was a good boy and did not touch myself at all. My big brother came onto me and asked if i wished to jerk off again. i told him "no" i was not doing that again. He reached into my underpants and felt my dick which was now hard. He said i really did want to jerk off or my dick would not get so hard. i pulled away and he pulled me back. i struggled to get away (secretly knowing he was much bigger than i am) and then he grabbed my nuts and began to squeeze till it hurt a little. At that point i surrendered. To avoid injury i left him play with my dick. He pulled me by my nuts over to the bathroom and jacked me off while he did the same to himself. When he came he let me go so i could clean up and get into bed.
As i lay there i figured that since he used force on me.. it really was not a sin for me. i pretended it never happened and fell asleep without guilt.
2 nights later.. the same deal. My brother came into my bedroom and grabbed my dick from my jockey briefs and started to play with me. I told him "no" and he just squeezed my nuts a little and then he pulled me to the bathroom again. This time he sat on the toilet and jacked his Cock while he pulled mine and put it in his mouth. When i came he spit the jism out of his mouth and told me never drink it. In very short order this pattern got repeated every day or every other day for 5 years ...till he got married.
Several time he tried to force me to suck his dick but i refused.. i was not the sort of guy who would put a dirty Pissy dick in my mouth and get all the germs. Finally when i was 18 i relaxed.. What harm could it do. and i sucked him for a few minutes. i repeated this several times before he got married. i never took his jism in my mouth.
The most curious part of this tale is that i always forgot i did this a few minutes afterward. i avoided gays or 'homos' and never believed that i was one of them. It was not until a few years later was i able to admit to myself what i had been doing and how much i needed to try this again.
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