tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34203453780137484382024-02-06T22:29:34.634-05:00Sissy HumiliationAdult Content. A place for sissies to share their humiliation experiences.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-16120818267602129222014-04-16T14:09:00.000-04:002014-04-16T14:09:16.059-04:00Whatcha Gonna Do?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Are you going to stand like a man and enjoy her service?</div>
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Be serviced... or give service.</div>
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For most men, the decision is easy. Belly up, close your eyes, and concentrate on her moist mouth. </div>
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But you're finding your knees are beginning to buckle. </div>
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Go ahead. Kneel. You know what you have to do...</div>
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<br />Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-62953305883175077532014-02-24T11:50:00.001-05:002014-02-24T12:35:13.853-05:00Speaking of Squirting Dildos<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I used to visit a dominatrix who was a lot of fun. She was
not a pain freak, and she respected limits. The reason I came back to her is
because she understood the sissy shame I needed to get into. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This particular visit, I brought my three suction cup
dildos. The first is obscenely large, probably as long as my forearm. It’s
certainly not something to be taken anally, but its sheer size would make any
sissy feel quite diminutive. I can barely get my lips around it. The second was
a 10” model, and the third was about 8” and has a squirting feature. The bulb,
which held about a half-cup of fluid was on the end of a length of tubing, and
I filled it with a milk mixture. It wasn’t as thick as real cum, but it would
do the trick. Mistress would take the dildos and stick them to the mirrored
wall at about crotch height. They were added to the two she already had placed
there. So there were five large dicks waiting. We would be back to visit them
later. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she would dress me up in sissy underwear, stockings, clothes and high heels and
give me another spanking for getting turned on by wearing women’s underwear. As
I would get more whiney, she would find it necessary to “install” a butt plug, which
was preceded by a probing examination with medical gloves. My pussy bottom would
get a thorough lubing and inspection with one, then two, then three fingers before
the plug was easily pushed deeply inside. She had me put on a thong girdle
which would hold the plug firmly in place and keep my bottom exposed for more discipline.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She would then strap a cock gag around my face to keep me
quiet and administer an even stronger spanking with a paddle. I would become
progressively more docile with each step. I winced and whined and cried for
help while she admonished me for being a sissy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mistress would be wearing a strapon under her short skirt
and the end would hang slightly below the hemline. After the spanking on the
couch, she ordered me to kneel at her feet. She spread her legs exposing her
cock nestled between her pantyhose covered thighs and announce, “I want some
head!” I feigned disgust and refused. I was back over her lap in short order
receiving an even harder ass slapping as I pleaded with her to stop. She only
relented after I repeatedly begged her to let me suck her cock. Then I was on
my knees enthusiastically sucking her big cock. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She had me stand up, and she led me over to the mirrored
wall. “I invited some of the neighborhood boys over. They want you to come out
and play,” she said, pointing at the five big cocks stuck to the wall. I tried
to hide behind her like a scared girl. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I pointed at the squirting dildo and said, “And that one boy lies! He says he
won’t come in your mouth, and then he holds my head and shoots his nasty spunk
down my throat. He’s disgusting!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mistress corrected me, “Now Missy, they’ve come to visit,
and you should entertain your visitors.” She pushed me to my knees in front of
the group of boys. She coaxed me over to the largest cock. “Show him you’re glad
he came to visit.” She pushed my head toward the massive cock as I dutifully stroked
it and kissed it. So embarrassing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She lifted up end of the huge cock and said, “Kiss his
balls, Missy. Lick them. Suck his balls. They have a lot of jizz in them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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jacking off two of the other five boys’ dicks. She had me move from one to the
other while she directed me to kiss and suck their balls, lick the underside of
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They all want you to blow them!” she laughed. She would roughly
push and pull my head on them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At one point, she told me to open my eyes and see myself
in the mirror. “Look at the cocksucker!” she said. “That slut is sucking off
five boys! What a whore!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sucked the dildos for at least 20 minutes. She made me
work hard, and my jaws were aching. From one, to another, and back again to
another. Finally she directed me to the last one, the squirter. I resisted, “Please.
NO!” I pouted, “this boy lies! He says he won’t cum in my mouth, and then he
shoots it down my throat or all over my face. It’s gross!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mistress said in a reassuring tone, “He said he won’t.
You have to give him what you gave his friends. Just suck it a little bit for
him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She pushed me onto the head of his cock while she reached
for the squirt bulb. She had me lick the
underside of his cock and suck his balls. As my lips reached the end of his
dick, she pushed my head onto it very aggressively. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She gently squeezed some “precum” out the end of the dildo, and I recoiled. I
looked up at the imaginary boy, and warned him, “Don’t you dare cum in my
mouth!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mistress had me sliding his cock in and out of my mouth
rapidly. I was almost in a frenzy. She got close to me and whispered, “You LOVE
cock in your mouth, don’t you, bitch? You love the feel of it. You love the
taste of it. You’re a cocksucker and you can’t stop!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down hard on the cock until it
was pushing on the back of my throat and I was choking on it. With that, she
gave the bulb a hard squeeze, and a huge load of “cum” hit the back of my
throat. I coughed and pulled away just as another shot hit me in the face. She
laughed at me as I reacted with disgust to my face being drenched. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t stop!” she ordered, “Finish the job!” I stroked
his cock, and another load of jizz hit me in the face. She laughed as she
pushed my mouth back on it, and another load spewed into my mouth. Keep in
mind, the bulb holds about 20 times more than an average man would cum. I had
been given several loads down my throat, and it was all over my face and hands.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mistress just laughed, and then she instructed me to
clean him up. She ordered me to lick the length of his dick, lick and suck his
balls, and bob up and down on the cock several more times. I stroked out even
more “jizz” and licked the end of his cockhead. I was exhausted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Look at yourself!” Mistress pointed to me in the mirror
and chided me. “You look like a shameless tramp! This is how a girl like you
gets a reputation, sucking off five boys in the back yard! No wonder they like
to come visit you. They know you’ll give them blowjobs. You’re nothing but a common
street whore!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt like one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sessions with this dominatrix always concluded with me
eating my own cum, and I had taken it many different ways. The typical way was
to lick it off a dildo, but I’ve also had to cum into a glass, onto a cookie,
into a large serving spoon and into my hand before having to consume it. Sissies
have to eat cum. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which looked like some kind of exercise machine that had been adapted. She brought
my legs and feet up high while I was masturbating. I’ve done this many times
before, usually on my own. This time, she stood over me jacking her strapon
cock with a wicked smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Open your mouth. I want to see if I can hit the target,”
she directed. In this somewhat inverted position, I was wanking furiously while
she stroked her “cock,” smirking at my predicament. Then she started pushing on
the butt plug. That did it. I screamed while my own cum dripped into my mouth and
mostly onto my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked down over me and told me to lick my upper lip and
the corner of my mouth so I could taste more semen. I whimpered while she
laughed at my pathetic condition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-83428959679798308202013-11-27T12:11:00.000-05:002013-11-27T12:12:46.135-05:00Role Switch With Squirting Strapon<br />
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I did a scene with an escort girl one time. She dressed up in my pants and shirt. Underneath she wore a strapon harness with an ejaculating dildo filled with milk. We played a scene where I was the hot secretary in the office. I was wearing a very short dress with black pantyhose, a pushup bra and very high heeled pumps. One thing led to another, and she was forcing herself on me. She kept feeling me up while I tried to fend off her advances. At one point I slapped her on the face for being so forward and rude. I was acting like a prissy stuck-up girl.<br />
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She blamed me for being a cock tease in my short skirt and sexy legs. Eventually she forced me to my knees and told me I was going to suck her cock. I told her I wasn't "that" kind of girl, but she told me she was "that" kind of guy. She put my hand on her crotch and made me feel her 8" cock. I kept trying to get away, but she forced me into the corner. She unzipped her pants and pulled out her cock. I kept trying to resist but she didn't give any choice, and like a frail little thing, I was afraid of being hurt so I did as I was told.<br />
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She pushed her cock against my lips. "Suck my cock, baby. Do it!" I shyly put it in my mouth, and she grabbed the back of my head and impatiently started fucking my mouth. I gagged and tried to get away, but I was helpless. I pulled it out long enough to demand she not cum in my mouth because I was a good girl. She said, "Don't worry, baby, just suck it." She shoved it back in my mouth.<br />
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I started stroking her big cock and sucked it like a scared little whore. She kept telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I kept stopping to tell her not to cum in my mouth. The whole time, of course, she had the sqeeze bulb for the squirting dildo in her hand. She sat on the bed as I knelt in front of her and serviced her big cock.<br />
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Several times I could taste the "precum" (milk) coming out the tip of her cock, and I told her again not to cum in my mouth. I was a good girl and didn't do that. She was a great actress and started thrusting her hips as her breath quickened. As she was about to "cum," she again grabbed the back of my head. I could feel the first spurt come out the head of her cock and hit the back of my throat, and I backed away in disgust. She held my head while she shot the rest of her load on my face. The bulb was pretty good sized, and she shot wave after wave of white cum on my face while I reacted in disgust.<br />
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I felt so used and dirty and cheap with all her jizz on my face. She told me my boyfriend should be proud of me for being such a good cocksucker.<br />
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For the finale, she had my jack off and cum all over the dildo. Then she had me get back on my knees and told me to clean her cock real good. I obediently licked up all her (my) jizz from the cock while she told me to swallow her cum.<br />
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After I finished cleaning all the cum of her cock, she put her hands on my face and sweetly said, "That's what you get for being a prick tease, bitch." She laughed at me and made me feel like a degraded girl. She put her cock back in her pants and left me on the floor like I was going to cry.<br />
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That was a really hot scene. I've played it over in my head many times.<br />
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<br />Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-55374745246412503842011-06-22T11:18:00.004-04:002011-06-22T12:19:56.756-04:00Fucking With HeadsIn my post below "Have you ever worn women's silky underwear?" Chrisissy replied that maybe telling them might be more fun than just ending the relationship. Well, Chrisissy, you're right, and I have ended a couple relationships that way.<br /><br />In fact, I went through a phase with a number of women where I would drop the hints, and when the reactions were largely unfavorable, I'd just bail via wearing something obviously feminine. In most cases, these women didn't know other people in my sphere. One of my favorite "drops" would be about tights. I'd be talking about working out and wearing my tights. It's almost funny how the reactions of about three different women were almost identical. They'd simply reply, "Tights?" In every case, they said it in two syllables, "tie-eets" with a rising inflection.<br /><br />"Sure. I wear them sometimes when I'm on my elliptical machine." Their reactions would be guarded. I'd act like it was normal. After all, lots of guys wear tights for working out.<br /><br />One girl was inquisitive and pressed, "What kind of tights?" I acted dumb. "I dunno. Danskin, I think."<br /><br />"You mean footed tights?"<br /><br />"Well, I guess. Aren't they all footed?"<br /><br />"Ummm... oooo-kaaaay." I was starting to open the door that she would eventually close quietly yet firmly. I didn't care at that point.<br /><br />Sometimes I'd get a little frisky knowing the end was near. I showed up to meet a date at a restaurant wearing Chic jeans and a plain woman's blouse. At a distance, it looked quite normal, but it didn't take her too long to notice the nature of my outfit. She never returned my calls again.<br /><br />Another girl surely spotted the waistband of my pantyhose before never speaking to me again.<br /><br />A girl named Lois was cautiously OK with my tights. I stopped by one day after a trip to Target where I had bought a leotard. A thong leotard no less. I told her I had bought this top but thought I might have to take it back. I showed her the top part of it without letting her see the cut of the bottom. "That's a ladies top..." she reported. "Well, it's a fairly plain design. Let me try it on."<br /><br />In the bathroom, I said, "Oh goodness!" acting surprised.<br /><br />"What is it?" she inquired.<br /><br />"Do you know what a thong is?" I said, embarrassed.<br /><br />"Yes..." in a two-syllable tone.<br /><br />"I don't believe this..." opening the door to reveal my black tights and thong leotard. "I guess this will have to go back."<br /><br />Poor Lois was half laughing but alarmed that I'd buy let alone wear such a garment.<br /><br />Oddly enough, that afternoon Lois gave me two pairs of her panties before sending me out. She never returned my calls again. I can still hear her reaction to my leotard and tights.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-25060320381509470792011-06-09T15:33:00.007-04:002011-06-09T15:40:08.118-04:00Elbows On The Table<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxSOdCAy6n_GJ7zkQG09_0bEb3doyoQXVqj-MKSdb957xPpLQeEFWvNv-ctZPdgXX3exXV36xb15aLM_s0EoV5jjbpUG4GDhshxADyuhO10pAlF-cefqIlsUig7gCGibx6aKDtnNMBZM/s1600/%2524%2528KGrHqYOKioE3Gvwc-ZyBN19o8dit%2521%257E%257E0_12.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxSOdCAy6n_GJ7zkQG09_0bEb3doyoQXVqj-MKSdb957xPpLQeEFWvNv-ctZPdgXX3exXV36xb15aLM_s0EoV5jjbpUG4GDhshxADyuhO10pAlF-cefqIlsUig7gCGibx6aKDtnNMBZM/s400/%2524%2528KGrHqYOKioE3Gvwc-ZyBN19o8dit%2521%257E%257E0_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616305643341228418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Put your elbows on the table, Sissy. That's it. Just relax, now. I'll be very gentle. Let's just unzip you back here... Now, honey, just relax. It's only going to hurt for a short while. I'm going to use lots of lube on my strapon... and then I'm going to pene... trate... you... gently. Don't fight it. It will only hurt more. It's almost all the way in now. Don't cry...Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-18188138463021738502010-10-18T11:13:00.009-04:002010-10-20T12:52:56.912-04:00"Have you ever worn women's silky underwear?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16jxRxY4-S952taajuB2Soh1pM20z-gcLZJ5yu0KeebQJk4qgZXP_AzVzmLNj89xJMs78SMySBxx_VZ3ChszIhlcjIN-XYZcZV1ib6A3EnkEYJsCma_B3ejywxX4GVwd-Akf5dzYqC3M/s1600/mischief+005s.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16jxRxY4-S952taajuB2Soh1pM20z-gcLZJ5yu0KeebQJk4qgZXP_AzVzmLNj89xJMs78SMySBxx_VZ3ChszIhlcjIN-XYZcZV1ib6A3EnkEYJsCma_B3ejywxX4GVwd-Akf5dzYqC3M/s400/mischief+005s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530169730159588706" border="0" /></a><br />"I want to ask you: have you ever worn women's silky underwear?"<br /><br />Silence.<br /><br />"What?" I responded, curiously. This phone conversation had just taken a very rapid turn.<br /><br />She repeated slowly with more insistence, "Have you ever worn women's silky underwear?"<br /><br />Cindy was the original Miss Priss. Well educated, prim, proper, and fussy. We'd been dating for about six months, and I don't know what really attracted me to her.<br /><br />As with many women I dated, I dropped hints here and there... like how I "had to" wear pantyhose under my pants to do some work outdoors on a particularly cold and windy day. Or how I dressed up as a girl for Halloween. If it got the right giggly response, I would tell them how my girlfriend at the time had dared me wear EVERYTHING including bra, panties, pantyhose, girdle, heels, etc. Well, OK, that's not entirely true because Terri, the girl I was living with, knew full well of my crossdressing, and she just <a href="http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/01/halloween-and-busted.html">helped me dress up one Halloween.</a> She provided some of the outer wear, and I already had more lingerie than she did.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7DGVdp5c7yfMKK8BmEc0uBoZ7hYMo7J1hBhONY_DQX61w2_9dL3b70g1rlm-zWP0H94U6oDqSWGDWb_UasHtzh8ygW4RSXDc7k514GtVesePTa32HRS5mHWhy8GMCUw3JpyZ8nj41AI/s1600/PinkFoundations.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7DGVdp5c7yfMKK8BmEc0uBoZ7hYMo7J1hBhONY_DQX61w2_9dL3b70g1rlm-zWP0H94U6oDqSWGDWb_UasHtzh8ygW4RSXDc7k514GtVesePTa32HRS5mHWhy8GMCUw3JpyZ8nj41AI/s400/PinkFoundations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530170938629899682" border="0" /></a>Most women would find it amusing and think of me as a more evolved man because "now you know what we have to go through," and I would engage them in an extended conversation about wearing such underthings and navigating in high heels and a girdle (I wouldn't mention that I particularly like girdles because they hold a butt plug firmly in place). Maybe I'd throw in a little tidbit about how I wore a silky nightgown to bed that night after the party. (OK, I wore a nightie to bed <span style="font-style: italic;">every </span>night with Terri.) That might get a real rise because I would be hitting the edge of concern. One girlfriend giggled and said, "I'm beginning to wonder about you!" and then I'd back down and say, well, it was an interesting experiment.<br /><br />Cindy wasn't amused by this, although she wasn't immediately repulsed. And while I didn't go so far as revealing the "nightie" night, I continued to bring up the subject gingerly until it must have reached critical mass for her. Perhaps she had a consultation with a female friend or her mother, expressing concern over these things that I mentioned. "Just ask him outright! Ask him if he ever wore women's silky underwear. After all, that's what 'those men' like to do!"<br /><br />I was a bit bemused by the nature of her question. I toyed with retorting, "You're worried about '<span style="font-style: italic;">silky</span> underwear?' Women's cotton panty briefs don't count? What about pantyhose? I wear them almost daily. I have some bras that aren't silky <span style="font-style: italic;">per se</span>. Are dresses, blouses and skirts OK?"<br /><br />But I could tell that Miss Priss was launching an investigation here. She had to get to the bottom of this crossdressing issue, and she was intent on how I answered. I figured I'd stall for time and fall back on known issues.<br /><br />"I told you I dressed up for Halloween..." I don't think I had told her about the extent of my underpinnings, but now I was essentially admitting to the dread "women's silky underwear."<br /><br />"Yes you told me about that..." Her tone said she was demanding more. "What other times?"<br /><br />"And I wore them the night before..."<br /><br />"You did?" She was beginning to become alarmed.<br /><br />"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtThQfk_n4UlrbpeMAtT6QN5UVWPxmbXDaVZB75U9u95sDkFlnTistGWOL6iMQOg5-WnLIatxoyzGV1aRHv5XZgGXGaodP0WKJV39-2cDhEyjn_bhecAuoD4zS8g_apMDZZY3BZ0VLqk/s1600/DB1232fuchsia.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtThQfk_n4UlrbpeMAtT6QN5UVWPxmbXDaVZB75U9u95sDkFlnTistGWOL6iMQOg5-WnLIatxoyzGV1aRHv5XZgGXGaodP0WKJV39-2cDhEyjn_bhecAuoD4zS8g_apMDZZY3BZ0VLqk/s400/DB1232fuchsia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530171928266278370" border="0" /></a>Yes, of course, we had to see if everything fit, so I had to try on all the underwear, too." Again another admission with "<span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the underwear." Let her imagine what that meant. As in, full blown lingerie. As in <span style="font-style: italic;">"WOMEN'S SILKY UNDERWEAR!!"</span> She didn't quiz me about the details. I wished she had. I would have given her details about the lace underwire bra and the satin panties with the lace at the leg openings.<br /><br />She remained on task, "Okay, other than that?"<br /><br />"Well, I told you about wearing pantyhose. I guess you could say they were silky."<br /><br />She quickly returned, "Other than those times, have you worn women's silky underwear?"<br /><br />Time to bail. She isn't going to ever accept it in any way, shape or form.<br /><br />"No." I lied.<br /><br />"Why this concern about silky underwear?" I asked.<br /><br />She explained, "Well there are men who do that."<br /><br />Yes, I know. I remember my girlfriend in high school explaining that fact of life to me. <a href="http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-get-humiliated.html">She gave me one of her slips to help me with a made up hazing thing where I supposedly had to dress as a girl and wear girls underwear. </a><br /><br />I never brought up the topic with Cindy again, and I knew we were done. I wasn't going to get a sympathetic giggle out of her. She wasn't going to accept me in panties.<br /><br />Ever.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-7508166219886274262010-09-22T15:57:00.004-04:002010-09-24T08:15:44.183-04:00The Jackoff Show<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:splitpgbreakandparamark/> <w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/> 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mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Before much of what I've written about previously happened, I came out to two girls named Jill and Tracey. We were just friends and would pal around together, often going out to dance. Jill was a lesbian, not necessarily butch but she never really wore feminine clothes. Jill had the hots for Tracey. Tracey was very feminine, girly, and mostly straight although later she "dated" other girls. I came out to Jill first. By coming out, I'm referring to my crossdressing. I guess because she's gay I figured she would understand, and she did. We often went out for drinks, and we would notice the same women together. Over time, there were other aspects of my sissyness that I would reveal to her.<br /><br />While we had become close friends, Tracey had no interest in me romantically. She was younger than me, and she had boys that she would date. We often talked, and she confided in me about them. I guess it was a form of cuckolding to hear about her dates. I tried to encourage her to give me all the details about what she did with her boyfriend. I secretly wanted her to tell me how he fucked her real good so I could know that I couldn't provide her with the satisfaction her boyfriends gave her.<br /><br />Somewhere along the line, I told Tracey about my crossdressing, too. Jill was a bit of a gossip, and I figured she had told Tracey anyway. She was fine with it, and we'd often talk about clothes and things, just like two girlfriends. The three of us would often hang out at my place before or after dancing, and I'd often relax into something more comfortable. They both thought it was cute that I'd be wearing girls jeans. They knew I wore feminine underwear most all the time, and they'd see my pantyhose on my ankles or they'd see my bra through my shirt. It was fun to hang out with the girls. Sometimes they'd gently tease me about what I was wearing.<br /><br />Jill was a bit of an instigator in trying to get things naughty and sexy. My theory is that Jill thought that if everybody got turned on, maybe she could get into Tracey's pants. I also found Tracey attractive, so it was a weird triangle.<br /><br />Once, Tracey ordered a nightgown as a gift from one of my many lingerie catalogs. When it arrived at my place, Jill teased and suggested that maybe I should model it for them. Tracey agreed, and I went into my bedroom, put the nightie on over my pantyhose, walked shyly out into the living room and did a couple twirls for them. I was going to take it off right away, and they both encouraged me to leave it on for awhile. This was very arousing, wearing a silky full length nightgown and pantyhose in front of both of them. After some time, I was standing in kitchen talking to Tracey when Jill came up behind me and pulled up the nightie above my waist. Tracey stood there grinning while looking at my very hard dick encased in control top pantyhose. After about 20 seconds (seemed like an eternity), I acted embarrassed and pulled the nightie back down.<br /><br />Over time, little teasing events like this eventually led up to one night in particular when Jill and Tracey asked me to put on a little lingerie show for them. "We want to see more of your collection," they said enthusiastically. It was almost as if they had schemed this. Since they had seen me in a nightie before, I put on one of my own and modeled it for them in the living room. “That’s OK, but let’s see something sexier!” My next trip out of the bedroom was more revealing. I have tons of stuff, so it could have been a very long night. Each time, they encouraged me to wear more and more revealing things for them. I thought I had reached their limit by wearing sheer panties, but they were trying to goad me into the full monty. So I finally came out wearing a bra, garters and stockings and my only pair of crotchless panties.<br /><br />“That’s much better!,” they gleamed. I was actually embarrassed now, and I felt objectified as a woman would be exposed in front of group of men. They had me walk around for them, and whenever I tried to cover my dick, they told me to take my hand away. I was sticking straight out, and after a short while, I started to lose my hardon. “Don’t let it go soft!” Both of them were enjoying looking at my hard dick. I stroked it to get it hard again. “Yeah! We want a REAL show now!” I couldn’t believe this. I was standing in front of these two women wearing sissy clothes and rubbing myself.<br /><br />One thing I learned rather quickly is that it is very difficult to maintain an erection in front of an audience. They were clearly enjoying the show, and they made it clear they wanted to see me masturbate in front of them. I felt embarrassed stroking fast as I normally would, and yet it felt so sexy to stand in front of them stroking while they grinned and watched.<br /><br />I knelt on a stuffed chair and tried to concentrate on the feeling. Eventually, they turned their attention to a music video on the TV and gave me a bit of a break from the performance anxiety I was obviously exhibiting. I was relieved for the break but felt puny because I couldn't entertain them enough to keep their attention from the TV. I felt like the little boy wanking in the corner while the adult girls watched TV, ignoring me.<br /><br />After what seemed like a very long time with them looking away, I finally got up to the edge, and started making noise like I was going to cum. They returned their attention to me. I’ll never forget the amused look on Tracey’s face as she turned her attention back to me smiling and watched as if I was an entertainer.<br /><br />I started to get nasty. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” Tracey grinned and coyly replied, “Yeah, fuckin’ cum.” I moaned and started to scream as I shot my wad. I felt as though I needed to show the goods, so I came proudly into my hand while they watched the puddle build. Both of them laughed as I shuddered and gave out that last sigh. They finally gave me a round of applause, and I must have turned bright red. The inevitable post-orgasm shame of wearing the clothes came over me, and I was in a hurry to run back to the bedroom and get more decent.<br /><br />When I came back, they both told me it was great fun for them. I was still a bit embarrassed. Tracey asked, “You really like to masturbate wearing women’s underwear, don’t you?” I admitted I did. “You obviously enjoy it!” The rest of the night was light. They assured me they enjoyed the show and didn’t make me feel like a complete pervert.<br /><br />Believe it or not, dear sissies, this really did happen. What may be even harder to believe is that there is a Part Two to this story. Sorry this has taken so long to write, but now that I’ve set the stage, hopefully I can write the second half a little quicker. </p>Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-8606643844151604862010-09-01T13:35:00.004-04:002010-09-01T13:40:52.909-04:00Do You Cum Like a Girl?Whenever I play with my little clit, I moan and whimper like a girl. One time on a phone sex call, and the domme said, "You cum like a girl!" Then she proceeded to mock me in an obviously faked orgasm in the same tone. "Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!!!" It only served to make me even harder and jack off even faster, whimpering all the more and cumming like a girl while she laughed at me calling me a loser.<br /><br />So, do you cum like a sissy girl?Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-70364175540055095112010-02-18T09:56:00.003-05:002010-02-18T10:17:41.903-05:00Putting On A Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkMMib21Gn9wG0w0nqVKwvwExZdWX0WWY20mTbcOxyETwOgWeNfAiZWWDlJYWTby_xIjFcmzUvl-VlBGpnq4544hI3vKFKFj6dVwK4MIuFXbW7XTUJVDqtvd-CR5tTVbaCd2t5sYIIWk/s1600-h/alan12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkMMib21Gn9wG0w0nqVKwvwExZdWX0WWY20mTbcOxyETwOgWeNfAiZWWDlJYWTby_xIjFcmzUvl-VlBGpnq4544hI3vKFKFj6dVwK4MIuFXbW7XTUJVDqtvd-CR5tTVbaCd2t5sYIIWk/s400/alan12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439597833673358738" border="0" /></a><br />I once dated a nurse named Toni. As I think back on it, I’ve dated a lot of nurses, and I’ve found them to be pretty open minded and some downright kinky. I’ve written about Carla who was a nurse. After our first overnight encounter, she gave me a pair of her panties to wear home, and thus begun a long, kinky relationship.Here are the posts from that relationship:<br /><br />http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/02/carla.html<br /><br />http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/02/carla.html<br /><br />http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/02/carlas-first-lesson.html<br /><br />http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/02/house-dressing.html<br /><br />http://sissyhumiliation.blogspot.com/2008/05/carla-takes-me.html<br /><br /><br />Toni was a real go-getter. After our first date, Toni was stripping of her and my clothes and fucking on the couch in the basement .<br /><br />I revealed to Toni pretty quickly that I was a crossdresser, and on the second visit to her condo, she gave me a tour of her underwear drawer. She showed me all the matching panties and bras that she had explaining that she always wore matching things under her clothes. Picking out a pretty pair of silky panties, she handed them to me and said I could borrow them. She thought it was sweet that I would be wearing her panties. I was already wearing a pair of my own, and she knew it.<br /><br />The next day, we were talking on the phone, and I told her I was hard as a rock wearing her pretty panties. Toni was amused by all this. The real fun came when I returned the panties to her several days later. I had laundered them, and put them on the kitchen counter. She asked me how I liked wearing them, and I told her I enjoyed the silky feeling of her panties against my cock. “Show me,” she said. “Rub yourself with them.”<br /><br />I unzipped my pants and wrapped her silky panties around my cock. I started to stroke myself with them, much to her delight. I was getting visibly turned on as I continued to stroke myself. “Cum in them! I know you’ve been wanting to!” I quickened my stroking as she watched with an amused look on her face and her hands on her hips. She said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend jack off with my panties.” Well of course she hadn’t. She’d never dated a sissy before.<br /><br />I felt a bit objectified standing before her in the kitchen masturbating as she watched with a sly grin and her hands on her hips. Just as I was getting close to cumming, she cheerfully said, "Squirt, squirt, squirt!" That did it. I let myself go and came loudly while Toni stood there watching.<br /><br />“Did that feel good, honey?” she purred. I nodded. “Let me see…” She wanted me to open the panties and show her my load. “Ooooh… good boy…” The tone of her voice made me feel small, like a little boy. Good little sissy made a puddle.<br /><br />But this hadn’t been the first time I had put on a masturbation show. I’ll tell you about a show I put on for a small group of women.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppD34eoaD2pkFmnd-PWtzJGaSBJOkZeDTKuLHRUn3XLmAJQJPQSMvqDGLePTT4D_VOLAaUIynZIvhFk3gtG4OuBOxCO2hhUWndfwwEKetbK4hOj8v-W3ldsita77hYds-chxa3TrFkfc/s1600-h/JOShow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppD34eoaD2pkFmnd-PWtzJGaSBJOkZeDTKuLHRUn3XLmAJQJPQSMvqDGLePTT4D_VOLAaUIynZIvhFk3gtG4OuBOxCO2hhUWndfwwEKetbK4hOj8v-W3ldsita77hYds-chxa3TrFkfc/s400/JOShow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439602820637547666" border="0" /></a>Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-63041693819529473582009-12-14T10:49:00.003-05:002009-12-14T10:52:13.415-05:00'Tis the season...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0k2ElPtVnvP35vFAZjR_eVZ3MaDIPCOnL0tiszAzTE7gAJZZXnhCZ_4bIBt_DuaomZ8QkBpIu0ZIy6lBA9qOg6fwDhYwzzfhb8eARtyWLGkrTtA2MeI3hjzjkn1j8G4uOcm1k3bjXfw/s1600-h/Rockette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0k2ElPtVnvP35vFAZjR_eVZ3MaDIPCOnL0tiszAzTE7gAJZZXnhCZ_4bIBt_DuaomZ8QkBpIu0ZIy6lBA9qOg6fwDhYwzzfhb8eARtyWLGkrTtA2MeI3hjzjkn1j8G4uOcm1k3bjXfw/s400/Rockette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415119811142504738" border="0" /></a><br />What kind of a sissy would wear this in public? With a butt-plug?!Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-77130878959805975812009-11-20T10:23:00.005-05:002009-11-20T10:57:05.216-05:00Those aren't bike shorts!JamieLin has been sharing his escapades being outside running in his girl clothes. He's such a naughty boy. It's so exhilarating to be out in a public or semi-public situation wearing feminine things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK8tCPn4-__KBeSv6CizHRMA-7Efo7f5dsnR4yRCYKpr10h_xpNhJaeHR2wM7g-RESG4CjSruRN6CZuUzeiGCyK2Vf-Kc7IVa_8-BzPT74kSIMdK8MBUDDEGkVPi2DEYXVRHcgUAJQ3M/s1600/rago-6205-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK8tCPn4-__KBeSv6CizHRMA-7Efo7f5dsnR4yRCYKpr10h_xpNhJaeHR2wM7g-RESG4CjSruRN6CZuUzeiGCyK2Vf-Kc7IVa_8-BzPT74kSIMdK8MBUDDEGkVPi2DEYXVRHcgUAJQ3M/s400/rago-6205-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406211045842478450" border="0" /></a><br />My version of the sissy workout wear scene is to wear this Rago pantygirdle as bike shorts. I've worn it with a tunic style top (somewhat feminine) along with ankle socks and sneakers. The first time I wore it outside, I felt naked and vulnerable. I thought to myself, "I don't believe this! I'm walking around outside in a girdle!"<br /><br />But it's amazing how much this little getup can look so normal, especially at a distance. I've worn it in stores, walking down a street and through a mall. I even walked through a hotel lobby. Nobody even made a second look.<br /><br />Of course, if I want to be exposed for what I am--a sissy--then I can let the tunic top ride up and expose the tummy panel on the front. That's gotten some reactions that made my face red hot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUCKs_WPN_M-IhrwvHmDcyLmBajQydXT1_d6z3UucdrQAu1e9mcRcjLVH9ttlzZxM4m2MUxpSbcPrhfyOoEbRFQQr9sdkHrUUrQiDzou3jA7LLpvZN1nKeaFN1f36HRZZ8xPIFKj1qlg/s1600/laceanklets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUCKs_WPN_M-IhrwvHmDcyLmBajQydXT1_d6z3UucdrQAu1e9mcRcjLVH9ttlzZxM4m2MUxpSbcPrhfyOoEbRFQQr9sdkHrUUrQiDzou3jA7LLpvZN1nKeaFN1f36HRZZ8xPIFKj1qlg/s400/laceanklets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406214129729931298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes I like to really push the edge of the envelope. Lace anklets offers no escape or cover-up.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-17999297390212062452009-10-30T13:49:00.003-04:002009-10-30T14:18:22.081-04:00Halloween ShoppingIn a couple earlier posts, I told you about my friend Anna who witnessed my humiliation with an escort and had cucked me with her boyfriend. Anna had introduced me to a friend of hers named Renee who was also an escort and familiar with the humiliation of sissies. In a couple earlier dates, she had paraded me around a shopping mall having me try on bras at Frederick's and trying on high heels at a couple different shoe stores.<br /><br />This particular night took the cake and was one of the most embarrassing things I've done. It was a couple nights before Halloween. First I called a store (I think it was called Fashion Cents) and asked if I could try on girls clothes because my girlfriend was making me dress up. The clerk I talked to was very enthusiastic about it and told me to come in and they would be happy to help.<br /><br />I was wearing back-zip jeans and platform sneakers and a slightly feminine top. When we walked into the store, I stood there sheepishly while Renee went straight to the counter and told the girls who we were. THREE of the clerks walked out with Renee, and they were smiling and giggling. Renee told them I needed a short dress, something kinda slutty. One of the girls noticed my jeans and pointed out the back zipper to the other clerks. They thought it was funny and sweet at the same time that I would wear what my "girlfriend" told me to wear.<br /><br />Renee had with her a bag of underwear and shoes that I had prepared. After she selected a couple dresses, skirts and blouses, one of the clerks pointed us to the fitting rooms. Before we went in, Renee stood there and started pulling out the various items for all to see and handing them to me. "Here's your bra. Here's your pantyhose. Here's your little lacy panties. Here's your high heels," etc. in a voice loud enough to be heard by the others. Standing about ten feet behind her is one of the clerks taking it all in and smiling ear to ear. My face was red hot.<br /><br />We went into the fitting room and Renee had me put on all my underwear while she laughed and called me a sissy, again loud enough that I'm sure the other girls in the store could hear. She would laugh and say things like, "Oh my GOD! Looks like you ENJOY wearing panties!" I could hear them giggling outside.<br /><br />Renee had me step outside of the fitting room so they could see me in this micro-mini stretch dress. They loved how my shaved legs looked in my pantyhose and high heels. She had me put on a short denim skirt with a very sheer blouse and then she paraded me around the store looking for other things. I was so embarrassed trying to cover up my front so my lace bra didn't look so obvious. By this time there were other young women in the store and they were staring, grinning and giggling. I was totally humiliated and totally turned on.<br /><br />Back in the dressing room, Renee thought up something that would make the whole scene even more embarrassing. She took one of the dresses to the counter and asked them to the remove the tags because she was going to have me pay for it and wear it out of the store. She said she was taking me over to her girlfriend's house so she could see her sissy boyfriend.<br /><br />She came back and handed me the dress. She gave me my wallet, bundled up all my own clothes, and walked out. I tried to protest, but she just said in a loud voice, "Pay for your dress, and let's go!" Then she walked out of the store, leaving me wearing the clothes I would have to pay for and wear out of the store.<br /><br />I waited in the fitting room for a minute or so looking at myself in the mirror. Here was this sissy wearing girl clothes, nylons and heels. No wig. No makeup. Just a pathetic sissy. I sheepishly walked out of the fitting with all the clerks and some of the customers grinning. My hands were shaking as I handed the clerk at the counter my money. She was saying that she wanted to dress up her boyfriend like this sometime. A very attractive woman customer at the counter gave me a very condescending smile and said, "It sucks to be you, doesn't it?!" I just said, yes, and she laughed.<br /><br />As I walked to the door, I was saying, "I can't go out like this!" About that time, two teenage girls walked in. Both stopped in their tracks, looked at me, and laughed. One of the clerks was at the door, and asked me why my girlfriend was making me do this. I sheepishly said, "She caught me trying on her panties a couple times." The clerk gave me a mock scornful look and said, "Well, then, you deserved this, didn't you? Shame on you!"<br /><br />As I hit the door, one of the clerks called out, "Come again!" She didn't know how close she was to the truth.<br /><br />The store was in a strip mall. I made a bee line for my car, where Renee was waiting laughing her ass off. I heard some laughing and an "OH my God!" behind me as I tried to run in my high heels. By the time we got in the car, I was on fire with embarrassment. She drove and kept telling me what a sissy I was and how all the cute young clerks and women in the store knew what a sissy boy I was. I pulled down my pantyhose and panties and started wanking while she said, "That's right, stroke your little clitty for me, sissy fag! Moan and cum like a girl for me. Let me hear your cum like a girl. Cum in your hand so I can watch you lick up your little messy for me!" I whimpered and cried and dribbled into the palm of my hand. Renee quickly commanded me to lick up every last drop while she called me a loser. I was drained and totally humiliated.<br /><br />But it wasn't over. When we got back to my room, she put on my strapon and made me suck on it while she stood in front of a mirror. She told me to look at myself in the mirror so I could see the sissy cocksucker. Then she gave me a very sound spanking until I cried. Finally, I was made to "walk the wall." She had me position myself on the bed with my ass against the headboard and my feet on the wall. I had to raise my hips up over my face so I could cum in my mouth. She again had me suck her cock and wank while she derided me. I dribbled a load into my mouth and on my face.<br /><br />I still get off re-living that night.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-16522466073055410732009-10-02T09:39:00.002-04:002009-10-02T09:43:23.159-04:00Sissy CaptchaEvery time you post on these blogs, you have to go through the "eye test," or CAPTCHA to qualify yourself as a human and not a spambot.<br /><br />This morning, I was checking the comments of my last post, and there was a most appropriate CAPTCHA image for this blog:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwzVeLOuprVgQsAZE2S7FPt6zigRXu9RKeJ6lz0uQfaF6rTXq8JPHjpmpBRveCVFqPyinzqW6HCsfMOiui8IrMEWJmUrtAQ_kWwshNb1PaU2x4I3jq-FL3yalEAyrNYdP_tj4rJ9YHhU/s1600-h/captcha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwzVeLOuprVgQsAZE2S7FPt6zigRXu9RKeJ6lz0uQfaF6rTXq8JPHjpmpBRveCVFqPyinzqW6HCsfMOiui8IrMEWJmUrtAQ_kWwshNb1PaU2x4I3jq-FL3yalEAyrNYdP_tj4rJ9YHhU/s400/captcha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387997692622323042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, of course!Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-24060017615373070282009-08-31T10:50:00.007-04:002009-08-31T10:56:28.674-04:00Aren't these cute?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvzY1r-37XYPtQ3N1URb3HSJuZbJOZOrLQKZuspsyq4XKxLiHxqxDuJuD69pm77b5Onb5IxSRIuiIuhPktm2DXRB594MSU_qnQcXCWUTCQPOLXwnfQyny-nh6L39x0Rx8V3aG21nBZUw/s1600-h/BackButton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvzY1r-37XYPtQ3N1URb3HSJuZbJOZOrLQKZuspsyq4XKxLiHxqxDuJuD69pm77b5Onb5IxSRIuiIuhPktm2DXRB594MSU_qnQcXCWUTCQPOLXwnfQyny-nh6L39x0Rx8V3aG21nBZUw/s400/BackButton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376140553231916626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Slip them on for me, won't you?<br /><br />"Yes, they look just darling on you.<br /><br />"Now I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed while I lube up my black strapon.<br /><br />Put your elbows on the bed, dear. I'll be very gentle with you..."Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-59017329194514587192009-06-02T17:00:00.004-04:002009-06-02T17:07:28.033-04:00Here, put these on!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfWbOhusJztq8eknxIxTamTV54PsaFsu8-BfNdw9zXq2ZSAc2dQqXO88S0Xmi4xs46qsF3cetQxC2m72XGNSLQH5gdoISAHplcsyDU7YetS3HuRXcAtyuodI-glmgqwYV34KDa997t5c/s1600-h/sheerpanties.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfWbOhusJztq8eknxIxTamTV54PsaFsu8-BfNdw9zXq2ZSAc2dQqXO88S0Xmi4xs46qsF3cetQxC2m72XGNSLQH5gdoISAHplcsyDU7YetS3HuRXcAtyuodI-glmgqwYV34KDa997t5c/s320/sheerpanties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342838228831337986" border="0" /></a><br />Here, put these on for us. Aren't they pretty?<br /><br />Yes, they're totally sheer so we can see your little thing through it, and we can watch it get hard. Look! It's getting hard right now as you pull them up your legs.<br /><br />All the girls are giggling now. We can see your shame.<br /><br /><br />Oh! It's getting harder now that you can feel the stiff, sheer material. It's poking straight out and making a little tent, isn't it?<br /><br />It's so funny! Your little thing is sticking out! OMG! We're all laughing.<br /><br />Awwwww, don't cry.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-87744868873801493992009-03-25T10:42:00.010-04:002009-03-25T13:51:57.119-04:00Fetish Focal PointsThere are some things that just slay me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKRbU6jZ52eK-unscYff4czdGN8iyZAD5PF62v2JSOfOHiVIoNVhmwNQTzyvM3OcAmLWFiar8QPsOE7zZbiaHoK2rZoDlgSlorzVZDY5A5Aa9TcDyuzCQOLUDl7zwSSzt-Csv1UTtwHI/s1600-h/rep323x015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKRbU6jZ52eK-unscYff4czdGN8iyZAD5PF62v2JSOfOHiVIoNVhmwNQTzyvM3OcAmLWFiar8QPsOE7zZbiaHoK2rZoDlgSlorzVZDY5A5Aa9TcDyuzCQOLUDl7zwSSzt-Csv1UTtwHI/s320/rep323x015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141577569921570" border="0" /></a>A beautiful woman wearing silky pants probably over pantyhose. While most normal guys are looking at her face and her tits and trying to start a conversation with her so they can screw her, I'm trying to get behind her just to see that zipper and the darts. I want to wear her pants.<br /><br />Hey, can I wear your clothes while you fuck that guy?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b9wVsjEhnbWO-zKbwIhdAriTr6TBkV-_KbbAj4pb1LL93ymKbYFVD3_pqlmX_WaoMotiVqqjAfQUMv0O_oD4qPhRipPPSzJPSJz7eXKowpphYGpoSsyImwRSUOH4bVj2pKR5sCErm1M/s1600-h/zipper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b9wVsjEhnbWO-zKbwIhdAriTr6TBkV-_KbbAj4pb1LL93ymKbYFVD3_pqlmX_WaoMotiVqqjAfQUMv0O_oD4qPhRipPPSzJPSJz7eXKowpphYGpoSsyImwRSUOH4bVj2pKR5sCErm1M/s320/zipper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317143123731394274" border="0" /></a><br />I can get off just looking at that zipper on a woman's pants.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09LioBGURKdKx0Q7RKIaKOJvG8L4eThEmPWVgithrXoG2bj2XRmxaGIFedMB8z6EKzBiF0CX5R0St0rlLio7svQGmNMisbOKMmEEsRzMKotJO5O-Zp9-ni1E0nZjD-RtBa8WmbrrZ6lM/s1600-h/rep323x014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09LioBGURKdKx0Q7RKIaKOJvG8L4eThEmPWVgithrXoG2bj2XRmxaGIFedMB8z6EKzBiF0CX5R0St0rlLio7svQGmNMisbOKMmEEsRzMKotJO5O-Zp9-ni1E0nZjD-RtBa8WmbrrZ6lM/s320/rep323x014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141325260962274" border="0" /></a>I have several pair of women's pants that zip in the back or the side. There's just no mistaking the look, and when women see them on me, they know immediately. "That guy's wearing women's pants!" Then the giggling starts, and I'm exposed. Why would he be wearing pants like that? Does he know he's wearing women's pants?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJFLriWcQKcuT8Z7I4fckHQllGfU7fOslbFha7W2AMro0YuWOuw7pUzyH5Qak4xBNPsSSnvk80hyjYOQ-xIfjfJxp5aCSmSWCcvj82t8u7f_W93xrkRqOOUXzqjc_A_l_gPY4GAiRupg/s1600-h/bra&pantygirdle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJFLriWcQKcuT8Z7I4fckHQllGfU7fOslbFha7W2AMro0YuWOuw7pUzyH5Qak4xBNPsSSnvk80hyjYOQ-xIfjfJxp5aCSmSWCcvj82t8u7f_W93xrkRqOOUXzqjc_A_l_gPY4GAiRupg/s320/bra&pantygirdle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317135947154329906" border="0" /></a>Innocent girls modeling foundation garments. Takes me back to the Sears and Penny's catalogs. This was the mysterious world of women's underwear that was so magical. To see a real girl in just her underwear was nigh to impossible. A good girl wouldn't let herself be seen this way.<br /><br />People will sometimes have dreams where they are naked in public. Walking nude in front of other people. The dream symbolism is that they are exposed, their inner selves are completely shown for all to see. Quite often, the other people in the dream don't notice or don't care. In the dream, their own discomfort is the real issue.<br /><br />I once had a dream where I was in women's underwear in public. Wearing a bra, pantyhose, and girdle. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, like this girl would be if she was suddenly seen by strangers. I was walking down the hallways at work passing people who didn't know me and some people. This was my nakedness. For me, being in women's underwear is more naked than naked.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Xizw8GQHOFI4ybEvn55vpRZVQ5-qv7AiWqyBDjGZmSorybKngmN7ZP7MuGPgGIlQSp_hntOkv1ac2AJwzHpnocdBE3hWJQd2WlVIB9vPMqXmcXIEloBTTZN0-gECIxrzeLnpgHGHipg/s1600-h/gussett.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Xizw8GQHOFI4ybEvn55vpRZVQ5-qv7AiWqyBDjGZmSorybKngmN7ZP7MuGPgGIlQSp_hntOkv1ac2AJwzHpnocdBE3hWJQd2WlVIB9vPMqXmcXIEloBTTZN0-gECIxrzeLnpgHGHipg/s320/gussett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149456152018306" border="0" /></a>The gussett. You can't get past it. You're not enough of a man to get past it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCaNKW2dqrSSfFS1O0JQAW7I6qFsFvwy6ooXdEEAgfqDiDui6b-tqJrEghcbt5fNeWItt3Pizo7_VUJa-KpsssnAkm8MvaXpZt1xBoPhFMiunCKOmY6AcXZ1ZrQi4OV6a-Wmdjb_i3VY/s1600-h/jap368x009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCaNKW2dqrSSfFS1O0JQAW7I6qFsFvwy6ooXdEEAgfqDiDui6b-tqJrEghcbt5fNeWItt3Pizo7_VUJa-KpsssnAkm8MvaXpZt1xBoPhFMiunCKOmY6AcXZ1ZrQi4OV6a-Wmdjb_i3VY/s320/jap368x009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139558701747026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was the little creep in school, looking up girls' skirts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNQi-4T5Egl7HQ6DReUBN18zP63EB4u6R9So5fiNxiuA44PDricSssa6C9IlRtYs9rrwmT0wdFyCCNSZFcDxGfu_j8tkSPdaktDCH8hh9M5Yd_PSLeOt0VMw74OYNd8zB3XuiW-4zmqg/s1600-h/Office.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 466px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNQi-4T5Egl7HQ6DReUBN18zP63EB4u6R9So5fiNxiuA44PDricSssa6C9IlRtYs9rrwmT0wdFyCCNSZFcDxGfu_j8tkSPdaktDCH8hh9M5Yd_PSLeOt0VMw74OYNd8zB3XuiW-4zmqg/s320/Office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149762493213330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Go ahead and look, loser. That's right, get a good look. You'll <span style="font-weight: bold;">never</span> get it. Look all you want, and wank your wee-wee for me. Jack off while the other girls in the office and I laugh at you.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-42191464312172642202009-02-03T20:24:00.004-05:002009-02-03T20:54:40.298-05:00You need to be penetrated!Before I return to the Nashville stories, I just wanted to share a memory from my early days when I was visiting local massage parlors on a regular basis. There was one girl I visited regularly who knew how to treat a sissy.<br /><br />I remember one time when I was waiting for her to come in the room. I was standing there in my bra, pantyhose and heels when she came into the room in her usual cheerful mood. She was wearing a silky dress over pantyhose, bra and heels. I started to feel her up through the dress and said excitedly, "You don't have any panties on under your pantyhose." She immediately rubbed my dick and said, "You don't either!"<br /><br />I told her how much I liked her silky dress. "You like my dress, Mikel?" She quickly started removing it. "Since you're so damned interested in my dress, let's put it on you! Yeah! You wanna wear it, don't you? You want to wear my dress!" She laughed as she was putting it on me and buttoning the buttons. "Yeah, just look at you now. You have your little bra and pantyhose and pumps on, and now you get to wear my dress! Just like a real girl!" I was elated. She was just excellent.<br /><br />She really turned me on to being poked in the bottom. It was common at this place to get a hand job, and one of the first times I was with her, she had me all lubed up and was masturbating me when she deftly slid her finger right up my hole. "OH MY!" I squealed. She would laugh at my reactions. She made me feel so cute and girly. "OH MY!!" she mimicked me back.<br /><br />One time, she made me get up on all fours on the massage table. She finger-fucked me with one hand while she was milking me with the other. I was squirming and wiggling as I moved around like a prom date losing it for the first time.<br /><br />"You need to be penetrated!" she said firmly in my ear. She was absolutely right. She knew sissies and their need to be penetrated. To be taken. To experience the fullness of what it feels like to be fucked like a girl. Yes! I need to be penetrated! Fuck my little pussy bottom! Penetrate me!!<br /><br />I was in a frenzy. I came so hard. I exploded while she laughed and encouraged me to let it all out for her. After I spurted the last, she plunged me one more time. It was as if to drive home a point.<br /><br />She would have such a delighted look on her face as I felt so vulnerable at being finger fucked.<br /><br />I need to be penetrated!Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-80562330155620226302009-01-27T09:11:00.003-05:002009-01-27T09:55:04.814-05:00Nashville Part IIIAgain, sorry for the delay in trying to get posts written. I wanted to pick up on my Nashville stories. To review, I had been completely humiliated by a professional domme from an escort service in front of my new friend Anna. This had been Anna's first exposure to humiliating men, but she really enjoyed it. The next night at a group dinner, she openly told everyone about my scene of dressing up, being spanked, licking up cum, etc. Read the posts below for more details.<br /><br />I had been doing some humiliating sissy shopping the next day and was just coming back to my hotel when a car pulls up and parks next to me. Out come Anna and a man. I started to get panicky. It turns out he was her boyfriend, and she brought him along to have some fun. I had this sinking feeling because I was afraid that she had brought him over to have me suck his cock. Besides, I've never really gotten into these scenes with other guys, and I was already embarrassed that she had told me about what I like to do. Dan shook my hand and was pretty normal.<br /><br />We went into my room, and after a short while, Anna told me they wanted to see me put on my sissy things. I sheepishly got out my bag and started selecting some things to wear. Anna and her friend sat on the other king-size bed and watched as I started to strip and put on my underthings. Anna told me that Dan had a particularly interesting talent: he could cum repeatedly. I was a bit curious about it, and she started playing with him and sucking his cock in front of me. His cock was about average size.<br /><br />After getting him all worked up, she had him stroke himself to orgasm. After cumming, he kept stroking, and about a minute or so later, he came again! Again he kept stroking, and he came a third time and a fourth. I was utterly amazed any man could do this. By this time, I had my girlie things on, and Anna told me to get out my toys and start playing. It was difficult to act out my sissy side in front of Dan, but I was starting to get prissy as I slid in the butt plug. Anna laughed and said, "See, he's a sissy pantyboy! He likes that plug in his cunt." Then she told me to start sucking my 10" dildo. Anna told Dan, "He cums on it and eats it!" Embarrassed, I closed my eyes and started sucking it while she laughed. Dan didn't make too many comments, but I truly felt degraded and like I was on display.<br /><br />Anna had stripped and got on all fours on the bed across from me. In no time, Dan was in her from behind and was fucking her. I was a bit stunned, and I asked "Oh my... is he fucking you?" Anna smiled big and said, "He sure is! It feels so good to get fucked by a real man!" She closed her eyes and moaned while I, the sissy cuckold, knelt on my bed straddling a pillow with a plug in my pussy bottom. I rode it up and down while I sucked on my pretend cock. All the while Anna and Dan were fucking each other silly.<br /><br />I eventually started to cum. I whimpered like a sissy and dribbled on the dildo. It's difficult for me to stay in the moment and actually eat the cum unless I'm being dominated. I was overwrought with the shame of being in front of them, and I just laid over on the bed. When she realized I wasn't planning to lick up my mess, Anna snapped, "You lick that dildo clean! Lick it up! Now!" I sighed and slowly put the dick in my mouth. The humiliation was very deep. Here there was a couple watching as I sucked my cum off a dildo.<br /><br />Anna cooed in her southern voice, "Does that taste good, Honey?" I quietly nodded. She laughed and said to Dan, "See, he's a sissy wannabe cocksucker." By this time, I was terrified she was going to have me do something really disgusting like lick Dan's cum out of her pussy or suck his cock clean. It was enough cuckolding to have them fuck in front of me knowing that I wasn't going to participate.<br /><br />Thankfully our encounter didn't last too much longer. I cleaned up and put regular clothes back on and they headed out. Anna would return later. Dan was married, and they had been having this ongoing affair for some time. I was their entertainment for the evening, and I certainly felt like an object.<br /><br />What a pathetic sissy. Watching a couple fuck while they watched me fuck my pussy bottom and my mouth with sex toys. I could imagine their drive back together: him asking her, "Where did you meet this queer?"<br /><br />There's more to come on the Nashville story. Stay tuned!Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-8233523909280078652009-01-08T09:54:00.006-05:002009-01-11T20:56:55.894-05:00Don We Now Our Sissy Apparel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRekU3ZLm0kMujwm0xlM35LK5cdgbPOFy_aPClIKPWiup04T3gSmuTRPuDFAXYEKuWgD_DlxddiWvSlxJD2vD0YQpwx3c-oqlnfeVH0az7oZYE5rqeMy0glGYrwjNCr-8Vlvql6bmLTM/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-sexy-winter-clothes-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRekU3ZLm0kMujwm0xlM35LK5cdgbPOFy_aPClIKPWiup04T3gSmuTRPuDFAXYEKuWgD_DlxddiWvSlxJD2vD0YQpwx3c-oqlnfeVH0az7oZYE5rqeMy0glGYrwjNCr-8Vlvql6bmLTM/s320/lindsay-lohan-sexy-winter-clothes-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289085021445153298" border="0" /></a><br />I'm always jealous of what girls get to wear. This time of year, now that it's cold, I see a lot of cute girls wearing Ugg style boots with skinny jeans or leggings. I have a pair of boots like this, but I'm trying to find the perfect pair of boots. They have to have that little line of fur at the top and look girly, like in the second picture below.<br /><br />I see cute women wearing them, and it's like not wearing any pants or a skirt. How naughty! You wouldn't go out like that otherwise, but somehow, just because the material is just a little thicker than tights, they can wear them without anything. Of course, many women are a bit more conservative, and they wear a longer top or coat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18Ah-ssC-mGnQvlY2UKuW1SveSxZjqrDK6rW3O94h0ZReizAYiNyvlDOUerDBnBPR23jJBLrZi2s9ZjvmBFnlZX5QYHARr0eaHgRPcFqnfYkJqoxgUHscuoexc42duJ_fc8BOyGzli3M/s1600-h/womensLanding_Upside.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18Ah-ssC-mGnQvlY2UKuW1SveSxZjqrDK6rW3O94h0ZReizAYiNyvlDOUerDBnBPR23jJBLrZi2s9ZjvmBFnlZX5QYHARr0eaHgRPcFqnfYkJqoxgUHscuoexc42duJ_fc8BOyGzli3M/s320/womensLanding_Upside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289085517415442914" border="0" /></a>Of course, I have lots of leggings and have had many escapades wearing them and getting giggled at in public. It makes me feel so sissy and vulnerable wearing thin leggings under a short tunic top or a coat in cold weather. Since adding the boots, it gets even more giggles and looks than when I was wearing more gender-neutral shoes.<br /><br />These boots with the laces and fur at the top are so prissy with leggings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiC6L786bUsfjFpjbh5-QyfP4021g1BaRFcNOtCG8cDlgToTUWRw60e2A0Ya4v97K7DEg8JMZhDILv0WRz7EM6SzIwXTWemL-CxDOUxZ8o0q_qcqSjtCzsHPK2CX71Kh7qFD2B719zyg/s1600-h/kate-beckinsale-pulling-off-leggings2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiC6L786bUsfjFpjbh5-QyfP4021g1BaRFcNOtCG8cDlgToTUWRw60e2A0Ya4v97K7DEg8JMZhDILv0WRz7EM6SzIwXTWemL-CxDOUxZ8o0q_qcqSjtCzsHPK2CX71Kh7qFD2B719zyg/s320/kate-beckinsale-pulling-off-leggings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289086031705384546" border="0" /></a>Another twist on leggings is wearing black Danskin tights. Normally, they would be too sheer, but I will wear control top pantyhose under them. The effect is perfect. At a distance, they look like leggings (which is sissy in itself), but up close, you can see the image of the control top panty portion through the tights. If my top is short enough (I've even done this in the summer), you can see I'm wearing pantyhose.<br /><br />One more than one occasion, this look has drawn the classic "oh... my.... god..." reaction from cute hot girls. The snickers start up, and then my face starts burning. Once, I heard a girl from a distance: "What a fuckin' GIRL!" followed by uproarious laughter from her friends.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///D:/download/072807_knightly_200x400.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA7FsM2S9brIVsXCrcjKkckdcmmBEdGH7KlwylsivIDfImx-P9Y4De67qQc05rBYLQeTQG-_41itfFcpDuKa5u8Bl_ILTKV2A7TbsFhCvSqnMmAEu9_RxYmPsSiVmHi-_lavWqgvSjwA/s1600-h/072807_knightly_200x400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBA7FsM2S9brIVsXCrcjKkckdcmmBEdGH7KlwylsivIDfImx-P9Y4De67qQc05rBYLQeTQG-_41itfFcpDuKa5u8Bl_ILTKV2A7TbsFhCvSqnMmAEu9_RxYmPsSiVmHi-_lavWqgvSjwA/s320/072807_knightly_200x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289089542799578258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'm so jealous of her. She gets to walk around in just a shirt with no pants or skirt.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7AmWpue0ZK64f6V7XqbRhyphenhyphen0f4y2wHTlWgr6VLwtu3knUQra6nYp1i_eElmHtxF6gJYPhUv40cU0lcoMZScEEukLFjEKZROHCzYytlAI1jgWrqViBJwhbTpzn1P_cvbN6ixJ_lRskEHs/s1600-h/kate_moss_above_knee_boots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7AmWpue0ZK64f6V7XqbRhyphenhyphen0f4y2wHTlWgr6VLwtu3knUQra6nYp1i_eElmHtxF6gJYPhUv40cU0lcoMZScEEukLFjEKZROHCzYytlAI1jgWrqViBJwhbTpzn1P_cvbN6ixJ_lRskEHs/s320/kate_moss_above_knee_boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289089548758528690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I would love for a group of three hot women out shopping together to catch me in my sissy leggings. Such hot babes would think the sissy boi was so pathetic.<br /><br />The one on the right just slays me. She would look great wearing a strap-on dildo.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23MKGIoxhMVsIQeeb8QfhDNPRp_LIbmYhfeRatABvpTjBbENGjdWGmMHrJAKCvMQjdO8ZTLM_YE2NqAEAlgagENNWNevRkKoNuIR3u8shpxgHnTRrsYdpnYOD4aMTxhz9orj8JCLH1Mw/s1600-h/2065929778_779224a6ba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 481px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23MKGIoxhMVsIQeeb8QfhDNPRp_LIbmYhfeRatABvpTjBbENGjdWGmMHrJAKCvMQjdO8ZTLM_YE2NqAEAlgagENNWNevRkKoNuIR3u8shpxgHnTRrsYdpnYOD4aMTxhz9orj8JCLH1Mw/s320/2065929778_779224a6ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289089558995404546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />What a cutie. I wish she'd invite me over and put this outfit on me. Then she could have me suck her boyfriend's cock while she laughs.<br /><img src="file:///D:/download/072807_knightly_200x400.jpg" alt="" />Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-29510769358003360202008-11-15T08:46:00.002-05:002008-11-15T09:35:41.269-05:00Nashville Part IIThis visit to Nashville was just before Halloween. I planned to get as much out of it as I could by doing some sissy shopping in a town where I wasn't likely to be recognized. I went to some dancewear shops to look for some thong leotards and tights. I visited a couple stores and tried on and bought some sexy items.<br /><br />Anna was going to have some more fun with me. The next night, she invited me along to dinner at a pub where members of this online swing group were going to meet. I wore regular clothes and was a little self-conscious because I was introduced as "Pantyboy," my online handle with this group. Some of them might have remembered my bio that stated that I liked to wear sissy girl things and French Maid uniforms and be humiliated with a strapon, but nobody really said anything about it.<br /><br />At one point, Anna got everyone's attention and announced that everyone was invited to my hotel room to watch me put on girlie clothes, get spanked while wearing a butt-plug and have to eat my cum. She basically described the whole scene from the evening before in front of everyone at the table. I was red faced and humiliated, especially with men hearing the sordid details. Nobody took her up on the offer, and I felt a little like a little freak.<br /><br />There was one particularly hot woman there with her husband. They were swingers. She was dressed in an sexy tight dress with black pantyhose and no panties that I could tell. I had been eying her. She did say, "Sorry we have other plans. It might be fun. Maybe I'd have you suck off Jim (her husband). Anna chimed in with, "Oh, he'd love that!" Nothing came of the evening other than I had been humiliated in front of group of about 25 men and women.<br /><br />The next day I did some more sissy shopping. A lot of times, I'll call ahead and ask if it's OK for me to try on feminine clothing. I also use the call to set up a sense of embarrassment ahead of time. I told the clerk on the phone at this one store that my girlfriend was making me dress up as a girl for Halloween. I could tell she thought that was amusing. She said I was welcome to come in and try on dresses. I arrived carrying a bag with bra, pantyhose, a girdle brief, and high heels. I told the girl I was supposed to make sure it all fit right. She and the other clerk thought it was really funny that I was going to wear everything. I told her that my girlfiend had made me try on the bra and panties at Frederick's. They were laughing at the stories I told her.<br /><br />They helped me pick out a couple dresses and put me in a room in a closed-off section of the fitting area, so I had the whole side to myself. After I put on all my underthings, I tried on the first dress. They were asking me through the door how things were going, and after I had it on, they told me to come out and show them. "You look great!" she said with a big smile, and she called the other clerk over to see me. I was acting very embarrassed having to wear a bra, girdle, hose and heels. I was walking awkwardly in my heels. I got a lot of giggles as I tried to adjust this very short, tight dress so that the panty line of my pantyhose didn't show.<br /><br />After trying on two other dresses, with their help I decided on a grey and red houndstooth dress that was obscenely short. Both of them were having fun with me by then, and one said, "You'll have to be careful not to let boys see your panties." They both laughed. I made a comment that my girlfriend had me wearing panties a number of times. The other said, "Better be careful you don't get used to it. This could become a regular habit!" Inquisitively I asked, "You mean if I wear panties too often?" She replied, "Yep, you could start liking it." I said, "Well, I have to say they <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> feel very nice." They giggled as they rang me up. I thanked them as I left, and they were laughing and saying, "Have fun!"Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-33210043092492266602008-08-07T11:07:00.000-04:002008-08-07T15:17:13.786-04:00Nashville<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7A6P_QvyOxZDEdILIoxxt9y1_bD2ODUb9ZtNIIiUj2y5xCvZpq8_LLfbmAmZ6eQPr7h-x-A8wlS0Z9N3dkOgR7R0cMZlL9prjGPbwStKtIFR3lDlHHnhffSG1K1uDbTbf57fm8bOZto/s1600-h/GetReady.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7A6P_QvyOxZDEdILIoxxt9y1_bD2ODUb9ZtNIIiUj2y5xCvZpq8_LLfbmAmZ6eQPr7h-x-A8wlS0Z9N3dkOgR7R0cMZlL9prjGPbwStKtIFR3lDlHHnhffSG1K1uDbTbf57fm8bOZto/s320/GetReady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231850649817897442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Get ready, bitch</span></span><br /><br />I had met a lady online named Anna. She was a little older than me and lived in a Nashville, which is about five hours from where I live. She was part of a group that did a little swinging, and while she had encountered other sissies online, she'd never really met any in person, and she was a little intrigued by it. We talked on the phone a couple times, and I told her some of the things I did. She thought it was pretty funny and she wanted to meet me so I made plans to visit.<br /><br />Once I checked into a hotel and got acquainted with Anna for awhile, I checked into local adult entertainment in the phone book. I've utilized the services of escort girls to come to my room and engage in some sissy humiliation sessions with me before, and we thought it might be fun if I had one come over to do a session with Anna present to just watch. I called one of the services and told them I was a crossdresser looking for some light domination. A woman named Kathy called me back and I told her I had a female friend who just wanted to watch while she dominated me. We agreed on a price, and she headed over.<br /><br />I showed Anna some of my sissy outfits and modeled some of them while she giggled at me and called me a "sissy cunt" in her sweet southern voice. I was dressed in my bra, pantyhose and high heels when Kathy knocked on the door. I covered myself and let her in. Kathy was very pretty and very nice and professional. We worked out some financial issues, I explained exactly what it was I wanted, and she called in to the service to check in.<br /><br />Kathy was wearing a skirt with pantyhose and no panties as I requested. I was behind her peeking up her skirt, and Anna was sitting in the corner, giggling, calling me a naughty boy. About that time, Kathy hung up the phone and turned around, catching me. "What the hell are you doing? Get up! What are you doing in these clothes?" I was still smiling, looking over at Anna and her giggling."<br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">She got serious</span></span><br /><br />Kathy grabbed my face and pointed it at hers. She was quite serious. "I asked you, what - are - you - doing - in - these - clothes?" Her voice was stern but she didn't yell.<br /><br />I was like a little boy caught being naughty. "I... just... wanted... to see what... they felt like?"<br /><br />Now she lowered her voice in a more intense kind of quiet, almost a whisper. "Oh you did? You wanted to feel what it was like to be a girl? Is that it? You want to be a girl?"<br /><br />"No, I just wanted to feel the clothes..." I tried to explain.<br /><br />She quickly grabbed me hard by the wrist. "I'll give you something to feel, little girl. C'mere"<br /><br />She marched me over to the bed, sat down, quickly yanked my pantyhose down, and pulled me over her lap. Then she started smacking my bottom... HARD!<br /><br />Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!<br /><br />"Owwww!" I tried to put my hand over my bottom.<br /><br />She quietly and sternly commanded, "Put your hand down."<br /><br />She started it up again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She would alternate from cheek to cheek.<br /><br />"Please!" I whined, "I promise to be good!" I again tried to cover my bottom."<br /><br />"I said put your hand down. Now!"<br /><br />Again and again we went through this. Anna later told me she couldn't believe how red my bottom had become. I'd never been spanked this hard.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Change of clothes</span></span><br /><br />"Now get up!" she said quickly, "Get those clothes off! Now!" Again, she never yelled, but it was clear she was in charge. I took off my heels, pantyhose, and bra. I was rubbing my bottom with both hands. She again grabbed me by the wrist and marched me across the room.<br /><br />"You wanna be a fuckin' girl? Let's make you into a fuckin' girl and you can really see what it feels like."<br /><br />I protested that I had learned my lesson and I didn't want to do it. Kathy told me to shut up while she put a black padded bra and thong panty on me. Next came a black, boned waist cincher with garter. Then she had me sit on the edge of the bed while she put black stockings on my legs. The whole time she was telling me what a hot girl I'd make and how I evidently like wearing girls clothes or I wouldn't have such a hardon. I tried to deny it, whimpering like a pussy boy.<br /><br />Finally she put my 5" stiletto patent leather pumps on me and had me stand. I stood and covered my bra with crossed arms like a woman would if she had been suddenly discovered undressed. This infuriated Kathy, "Put your hands down! You wanna be a girl. Let's see you be a fuckin' girl. Walk around for us, bitch. " I minced and teetered around the room.<br /><br />Kathy looked over at Anna. "What do you think? Do you think he likes being a girl?"<br /><br />Anna came back with a wicked smile, "He's a sissy cunt!"<br /><br />"He IS a sissy cunt!" Kathy answered. "Now I'm going to spank you again."<br /><br />"Nooooo!" I whined.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Round two</span></span><br /><br />Again, Kathy grabbed me by the wrist like a child and pulled me across the room, sat down and put me back across her lap. I was already smarting from the first assault on my red ass, and I didn't think I could tolerate much more. Before she even started, I was trying to cover my bottom. She repeatedly ordered me to put my hands down as she started over and over. It only made it worse. Kathy spanked and spanked harder than the first time. It hurt like hell.<br /><br />I looked over helplessly at Anna, "Please help me. Make her stop!"<br /><br />Anna, snapped back, "Shut up, you fuckin' bitch!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">And now, your mouth</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kh2sJvCoIP5r1Hb8ZEZ5SwRim1D-dTzOJ-zIHR9MhATFtT-gUnP6Wx0aJRwL5MygnAIt8CMN1sGpbR-7MnIw-asOoBuwCVmSYUtq8PjPS-GqcN41QjhYzYO8p9EYkcyHQnYCYgJzcec/s1600-h/DildoMouth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kh2sJvCoIP5r1Hb8ZEZ5SwRim1D-dTzOJ-zIHR9MhATFtT-gUnP6Wx0aJRwL5MygnAIt8CMN1sGpbR-7MnIw-asOoBuwCVmSYUtq8PjPS-GqcN41QjhYzYO8p9EYkcyHQnYCYgJzcec/s320/DildoMouth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231849968932448050" border="0" /></a>Kathy grabbed my 10" dildo with balls and held it in front of me. "Now you can see what's it like to suck cock."<br /><br />"No! I won't!" I pouted.<br /><br />Kathy answered, "You want me to spank you again?"<br /><br />I looked over at Anna and reluctantly put my hand on the dick and started licking it. Anna just started laughing, "I don't believe this! You are a fuckin' sissy cocksucker!"<br /><br />Kathy pushed my head on the dildo and had me bobbing up and down on it as she degraded me. She had me lick the balls and lick up and down the shaft. I was stroking myself as I did. "You really like that, dontcha bitch?" I just quietly sucked the big cock while Anna laughed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">And now, your sissy ass</span></span><br /><br />With that, Kathy took the butt plug laying on the bed and started squirting it with KY jelly and told me to turn over on the bed.<br /><br />"Oh, please don't do this. I'm really sorry. Please! I won't do it anymore!" I pleaded with her.<br /><br />Anna jumped in, "He wishes he was a real woman so he could take a real dick inside him."<br /><br />"I do not!" I answered back like a baby brother. Kathy again told me calmly to turn over as she held the greased up plug in her hand. I begged her not to fuck my pussy.<br /><br />I continued to beg Kathy as she turned me over. I was now facing Anna who had a menacing smile on her face, and I was now being overcome with humiliation. Anna was going to get to see the look on my face as I was going to get ass fucked. As Kathy slathered the plug up and down my crack with cold KY, I got a disgusted look on my face. Anna laughed and asked in her cute southern voice, "Are ya gettin' your pussy buttered up, hun'? I just let out a disgusted moan.<br /><br />With that Kathy just jabbed the plug up my ass. She was not at all gentle, and it HURT like hell! I protested, and she told me to be quiet while she jabbed me again. I tried to reposition, and Anna asked me if I was getting my cherry popped. Finally Kathy got it in me and started stroking it in me quickly. She got me up on all fours so I could continue wanking with the dildo in my mouth. Anna just laughed, "I do NOT believe this!"<br /><br />They were talking to each other and calling me a sissy cunt. I wimpered like one while Anna just laughed. She'd never seen such a display and was truly enjoying the show. By this time, Kathy had called Anna over and was standing next to us. At one point, she was given the dildo to push in and out of my mouth. I think she rather enjoyed the control of fucking a man in the mouth with a big cock and humiliating him in this way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A little cuckold, just for good measure</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9lhixvTKsizMZPHC3r2eaTTHNlkF8WDOjwdiEGe_slebjpmfF9Kee5FgEFObt9NQfeiqTrShl9hlfwTp1xQY_zjaYOm54BYyVExq83WVkv1OCX5JFqchOrDSlr0H7D-2kIM2M0rtDBQ/s1600-h/PHCU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9lhixvTKsizMZPHC3r2eaTTHNlkF8WDOjwdiEGe_slebjpmfF9Kee5FgEFObt9NQfeiqTrShl9hlfwTp1xQY_zjaYOm54BYyVExq83WVkv1OCX5JFqchOrDSlr0H7D-2kIM2M0rtDBQ/s320/PHCU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231856124531288930" border="0" /></a>At one point, I was wanking and looking at Kathy's pussy through her pantyhose, a view I particularly love. She stared at me back and said, "Look at it!" Then she pulled her pantyhose down. "Go ahead! Look at it! Wank your little dick and look at it! You will NEVER fuck it because I don't fuck sissy boys."<br /><br />Anna chimed in and said, "He wouldn't be able to do much with what he's got anyway!"<br /><br />Kathy contined her comments to me, "Yeah, but get a good look at it and wank your little dick, sissy cunt! Sissy cunt! Sissy cunt!"<br /><br />By now they both kept calling me "sissy cunt" over and over again in unison. It was very belittling and humiliating.<br /><br />It wasn't too long before I had gotten so worked up that I was about to lose it. "I need to cum," I whined. Kathy sassed back, "Awww, she needs to cum." She took the dildo and held it in front of me. "You know what you have to do then, don't you? You have to cum on this big cock and then you have to lick it clean for us."<br /><br />"NO!" I whined back like a sissy.<br /><br />"Then you don't cum. It's as simple as that. You want to cum, you have to cum on the dildo and lick it clean for us, you understand? Are you going to lick it up for us or not? It's your choice. You can cum or not cum, but that's the only way you're going to cum. Don't stop stroking it, sissy cunt! Girls have to eat cum, and you want to be a girl, so you have to eat cum!<br /><br />Anna was laughing and coaxing me, "Come on, sissy cunt. Shoot your little dick and lick it up."<br /><br />Kathy was holding the dildo out in front of me. The butt plug was burning in my sore pussy bottom. I couldn't hold it out any longer. I screamed out like a little bitch as I bounced up and down on the butt plug.<br /><br />Anna reacted, "Oh my god, will you listen to this? He even cums like a girl."<br /><br />I came and screamed and came and whimpered and came some more. I shot all my sissy cum all over the big hard rubber dick being held out in front of me.<br /><br />"Did you get it all out, sissy cunt?" Kathy asked.<br /><br />"Yes," I whined.<br /><br />She quickly put the dick in my mouth. "Clean it up! Now!"<br /><br />Anna was laughing again, "Look at this! What a fuckin' cum eating bitch!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">You missed some</span></span><br /><br />I dutifully licked it all up and sucked the dildo clean. I wanted to be a good girl for them and show them I could do it. I slurped the length of it and sucked it completely. By the time I had finished licking it clean that aversion to eating cum started to sink in combined with the shame and humiliation. I looked at Anna who pointed to a big glob of cum on the sheets and said, "You missed some." I let out a moan of disgust. She laughed hysterically as I starting licking it up off the sheets.<br /><br />Kathy said to me in a motherly tone, "Mama's proud of you 'cause you ate all the cum. You did a good job like good girl." Then her tone of voice changed back into more of a warning, "But every time you put those clothes on, you're gonna get fucked in the ass, and you're gonna have to eat the cum again. You understand, Sissy?"<br /><br />I nodded in total shame.<br /><br />Kathy was getting dressed and told me what fun the session was. Anna said she'd never seen anything like this, but she'd learned a few things.<br /><br />So had I.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-80239517458964058682008-07-19T10:59:00.002-04:002008-07-19T11:03:25.946-04:00Thanks for Enduring the Last PostFor those of you who read it, thanks for enduring the last post. It was very long. I had no idea how long it really was until I posted it, and I couldn't figure out how to break it into parts.<br /><br />I promise to keep my next couple posts to be much shorter.<br /><br />Coming soon...Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-86258120017001425382008-07-03T11:29:00.003-04:002008-07-03T17:19:38.365-04:00My Trip To Florida Part III had a couple days before I was to visit the club and see Kelly. They were many mini-humiliation events I may come back to later. But this is about the club experience. I apologize for the length of this writing, but this was pretty intense.<br /><br />When I finally got back to Ft. Lauderdale, it was a little late in the evening. I had mapped the address to the club. I didn't want to get there too early. I was also a bit shy about showing up in my sissy attire a club like this, even though I figured it would be friendly to someone like me. I started to get ready for the night. I put on a padded bra and black shiny tights. Over it, I wore the thong leotard I bought at the dancewear store where I met Kelly a few days earlier. It was burgundy, with a cowl neck and long sleeves. My come-fuck-me pumps with a 5" heel made me look like a complete sissy slut.<br /><br />I put on a bit of make-up and lipstick. But that was it. No wig. I don't want to pass as a girl. Just the sissy slut boi that I am. Not knowing what I would be able to do at the club, I packed a little bag with my favorite 10" dildo with a suction base, a butt-plug and lube.<br /><br />It was getting pretty late when I finally got to heading for the club, and I reasoned that a place like this would only be getting started fairly late anyway. I put a jogging outfit on over the outfit and more comfortable shoes so I could leave the hotel without making a scene. Once in the car, I took off the jogging suit and put on the heels and drove in slut mode to the club.<br /><br />It was located on the edge of a industrial park complex in a somewhat scary area, so I was cautious. When I arrived, the parking lot didn't seem to have many cars parked there. I double-checked the address. There was a small sign at the door so I knew I was at the right place. Nervously checking around, I got out of my car, locked it and headed for the door. It's always makes me feel so sexy and vulnerable when I'm outside wearing an outfit like this.<br /><br />There was a buzzer at the front door, and my heart was racing as I rang it. I figured I could always jump out of my heels and run in my stockinged feet if I had to. There at the door was a heavy-set woman, obviously a dominatrix, wearing a black leather bustier and a black skirt. She was smiling and happy to see me.<br /><br />"Hello, come in!" She was looking me up and down as I stood timidly in front of her.<br /><br />"I'm Mikel. I met Kelly at the dance store the other day?"<br /><br />"Oh yes! She told me about you! I'm Mistress Jackie. Nice to see you, Mikel. There's no cover charge for boys in drag. Kelly said you'd be in your leotard and tights. Very nice. Very cute."<br /><br />I was mincing around in front of her feeling very self-conscious as she was clearly checking out my ass. I felt like a girl being ogled. I held my little bag in front of my tight crotch.<br /><br />"And what have you here?"<br /><br />"Well," I explained, "I've never been to a club like this, only to a private Domme, and I brought some things with me."<br /><br />"And what kinds of things have you done with your Domme?" she asked.<br /><br />She was being very nice as we chatted, and we were alone in the foyer of what looked like a former office. I moved closer to make a confession, "Well, I've been made to suck on her big strapon... and she'll fuck my mouth with it... and she puts a butt-plug in my pussy-bottom... and she gives me some very sound spankings--of course the butt plug always helps make the spankings so much more effective... and then she makes me wank my... little... wee-wee... and has me squirt it on the dildo?... and then I have to lick it clean like it's a real man's cock. It's so humiliating and disgusting, but she says it's good practice."<br /><br />As I explained the details of my humiliating scene to Mistress, I became more and more sissified, and she could tell by my mannerisms. She nodded and affirmed her understanding of each of the details of it. Then she explained that because this is a public club they could not do anything anal and they could not have any masturbation on the premises. She said I could get a spanking and get my mouth fucked and get the humiliation. "If you're good, I may give you permission to go home and cum onto your dildo and lick it clean, OK?"<br /><br />"Yes, Ma'am," I answered timidly.<br /><br />About this time, Kelly came into the room as bubbly as ever. "Hello!<br /><br />"Kelly, you remember Mikel?"<br /><br />"Yes! Hello Mikel!" She gave me a light hug. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it. I'm so glad you came! Come on, I'll show you around the club."<br /><br />Kelly chatted with me a little and took me through the door into what was a mostly empty club. There was another Domme talking to a man. There were a number of other people just talking to each other, but nothing was really going on. I felt a bit self-conscious because I was the only sissy. There were no guys in drag. But nobody really paid attention. Kelly explained that not all that much happens on Friday nights and they were going to close pretty soon. I was glad I got there when I did.<br /><br />The room had mirrors all along one wall. There was a small stage where scenes were acted out. Toward the back, it got much darker. There was an area that had a cage with bars and rings in the wall. At the very back of the room was a caged contraption almost like a coffin where a man was totally confined. Kelly explained that he's into complete restriction, and that he'd been there all night and would remain there. The other domme went back to check on him.<br /><br />I chatted with Kelly about what she did there. I wondered if she got into any of the scenes. She just seemed so sweet as to be out of place here. This was just a part time job for her. She just acted as a hostess. She helped with drinks and cleaning up and entertained a little. She was just so innocent.<br /><br />When we got back to the foyer, Kelly said she'd leave me with Mistress Jackie and to let her know if I needed anything to drink or anything. Mistress explained the tribute system for the club, and we worked that out.<br /><br />Mistress Kelly pointed to my little bag. "You have your butt plug with you?"<br /><br />"Yes ma'am" I answered.<br /><br />"Come over here..." She took me to a little corner. "Put it in, right here, where only I can see... Do that right now..."<br /><br />I took the plug out of the bag and lubed it up with KY. It was very awkward because I had to pull down my tights enough to slide the thong strap of my leotard aside and then insert the plug. I squatted down and plugged myself in a dark corner while she hovered over me with her hands on her hips smirking at me. I got even more sissified and pathetic, whimpering and saying "Oh my... oh my... oh!" as I pulled up the tights and repositioned the thong strap over the butt plug. I gasped as I stood up. Mistress just laughed as I wiggled and minced on my heels.<br /><br />She told me to go back into the club and have a seat. I went back to the outer area. The other domme who never introduced herself stopped me on the way and said, "What's your scene?"<br /><br />I didn't quite understand at first because she said it in a very businesslike manner. I figured she was going to set something up for Mistress Jackie. "Uh... dildo cocksucking, spanking, and sissy humiliation," I replied.<br /><br />She pointed to a bench. "Sit over there."<br /><br />I sat quietly holding my little bag and my plug now starting to cause my pussy-bottom to throb. I didn't know if I should get out my dildo. I didn't want to be sucking a strange dildo anyway. Then she walked by several times as if looking for something. I said, "If you're looking for a dildo, I have one..." She got close to my face and said, "If I need your help, bitch, I'll ask for it. Now sit there and shut up."<br /><br />My eyes dropped to the floor and I sat there like a chastised little girl for what seemed like an eternity. Then suddenly, I heard the heavy steps of high heels on the floor. I looked up and saw Mistress Jackie marching her way toward me wearing a strapon dildo with a giant black rubber cock. "Shit!" I said aloud before she got there.<br /><br />I sat up prim and proper, stealing scared glances at the giant black cock hanging in front of me. I crossed my arms in front my bosom and nervously tried to shield my eyes from the obscene phallus.<br /><br />"Have you been a bad girl?" She asked quietly.<br /><br />I nodded in quick, small, frightened nods, looking down.<br /><br />"What have you done? she quickly demanded.<br /><br />I wasn't prepared for a confession. I was going to make up some naughty fantasy of sucking off the boys in the neighborhood when I caught sight of beautiful, innocent Kelly talking to some of the others in the club. My mind went back to when I first met her in the dance shop and I was in the fitting room trying on girlie thong leotards and prissing in front of the mirror and listening to her talk to the shop clerk.<br /><br />"Well? What have you done? Mistress demanded in a more stern voice.<br /><br />"Well..." I started out slowly, "the other day when I met Kelly? When she came in the dance shop, I was trying on leotards and prissing in the fitting room... and she was talking to the clerk... and I was listening to her sweet, bubbly voice... and I was playing with myself..."<br /><br />Mistress' eyes widened, "Oh... you... DID... did you?!" She pointed to the floor in front of me and commanded in a quiet, determined voice, "Kneel." I wasted no time. I had the feeling it would have been better if I had just made up a fantasy confession and left it at that.<br /><br />"You have fucked up, missy!" She held out a condom in a package. "Do you know what this is?" I nodded. "Do you know what this is for?" I nodded. "Open your mouth." I obeyed. She held the package in front of me. "Hold it in your teeth." I did.<br /><br />Mistress walked off and returned with a wooden chair and sat down. "Put the condom on my cock."<br /><br />I was getting so prissy by this time and acting so revulsed by the size of the black rubber cock between her legs. I was saying things under my breath like, "It's so huge and black and disgusting."<br /><br />"Suck it." She pointed at it and ordered calmly.<br /><br />"Um... but it's so big and black," I protested helplessly.<br /><br />She grabbed the back of my head by my hair, twisted it, and pushed my face to it. "I said suck it."<br /><br />I put my hand around the huge phallus and started to lick the head shyly at first. Then within only a short moment, I was bobbing up and down on it.<br /><br />"That's what I thought. You are a cocksucking slut. You sissies are all alike. Look at you. You love sucking cock." She let me suck and slurp and moan shamelessly on this giant black prick for another minute or so.<br /><br />"Get up, slut!"<br /><br />With a sweep, Mistress Jackie grabbed my wrist and had my over her lap before I knew what had happened. I was amazed, even frightened by her strength. When she started spanking me, she almost knocked the wind out of me. Despite the fact that I was being spanked through my dancing tights, it hurt like holy hell!<br /><br />I was whimpering helplessly like a child. "Ow! Ow! Owww! You're hurting me!" I pouted.<br /><br />"Oh, shut up! I haven't even begun to hurt you, little missy!"<br /><br />The Other Mistress must have been within distance. Mistress Jackie stopped the spanking just for a moment to talk to her, "Will you get that handled dildo and bring it here, please? Thank you." She immediately returned to my behind, which was already smarting. Mistress repeatedly told me to stop my whining as she smacked my bottom. By this time, I knew I was going get a lot more than I had bargained for.<br /><br />Mistress Jackie pushed me to the floor and I started rubbing my bottom. She stood and again directed me to suck her cock. I could hear Kelly chatting and laughing with some people off in the distance.<br /><br />"Kelly, will you come here for a moment please?" I had the feeling this was not going to go well. Meanwhile, Mistress started fucking my mouth very hard. She was trying to jam this huge, black rubber cock down my throat. It was hurting the roof of my mouth, and it was gagging me. I was trying to push back against her hips, but she was much stronger than me.<br /><br />I had tears running down my face from gagging. Apparently Kelly had been standing there for some time. Mistress said to her, "Mikel has something to tell you." But she kept fucking my face and said to me, "Don't you?" I nodded. She crammed the dildo hard to the back of my throat. "Don't you?!" I gagged and coughed.<br /><br />I was still on my knees. Mistress had me turn around. There was sweet little Kelly. Behind her was the Other Mistress with a curious look on her face. "Tell her!" Mistress ordered.<br /><br />I had tears running from my eyes from the choking. "I uh... the other day... uh... when you came in the store..." Kelly was listening like there was nothing wrong. I continued, "I was in the fitting room... um... and you were out in the store... and I was playing with myself..." Kelly looked confused and looked at Mistress. She filled in the blanks, "He was listening to you talk, prissing in front of the mirror in his little sissy outfits, wanking his little wee-wee, getting off on your voice." Kelly just made a troubled smile. The other Domme glared.<br /><br />Mistress said, "We're going to need to teach him a lesson for taking advantage of my girls." The other Domme stepped in with a large 12" dildo on a handle, waved a condom in front of me, gave it to me, and said, "You know what to do with this, dontcha bitch? And hurry it up."<br /><br />While I was unwrapping the condom and putting it on the cock, Mistress Jackie told her, "I want that dick in his mouth while I spank him. He's a whiner, and I don't want to hear it. Then she said to Kelly, "You really don't have to worry about him wanting to fuck you, Kelly. He doesn't have much of a dick to begin with. A little pussy-boy like this, all he'd really want to do is put on your clothes. That's all sissies ever want to do is put on your clothes.<br /><br />The Other Mistress had put the handled dildo in my mouth, and she added with laugh, "And maybe suck your boyfriend's cock. He obviously likes that."<br /><br />Kelly chuckled, "Yes, I can see that." This normally bubbly girl was now quite serious and quiet. I felt like I was being chastised by the mother of the family for some great infraction against her daughter.<br /><br />"Oh, and tell Kelly what you have back here." She was referring to my butt-plug. I closed my eyes and sighed. I mumbled, "I have a butt-plug in my pussy-bottom."<br /><br />Kelly dropped her head lower to try to hear the sissy kneeling in front of her, "In your... what did you call it?"<br /><br />"My pussy-bottom..."<br /><br />"His pussy-bottom," the other domme repeated in a mocking tone and big smile.<br /><br />Kelly politely covered her mouth as if to either mask her horror or stifle a laugh. She just looked down. I was feeling so small. Here I was totally exposed in front of this very cute young girl as the complete sissy as I am. She knows that I had been playing with myself in the fitting room while listening to her. She's watching me suck on a dildo, and now she knows that I have a plug in my ass. What a fucking loser, she's thinking.<br /><br />Mistress had me kneel on the chair. Kelly gave me a concerned look and asked me, "So you hide in women's fitting rooms and masturbate?<br /><br />I started to explain so she didn't think I was a total perv. "I was trying on some leotards in the fitting room, and you came in, and..." The other domme crammed the dildo back in my mouth and mocked my tone of voice, "I was trying on women's clothes and wanking off when you walked in... suck it bitch!"<br /><br />I was really getting scared how this was going. Mistress Jackie told the other domme, "Keep that in his mouth. He's a whiner, and I don't want to hear it." She started up with the spanking again, and it was every bit as bad as the first. Every time I whimpered, the other domme jammed the dildo harder into my mouth. She would slide it in and out and say, "You want to wear Kelly's clothes and suck her boyfriend's cock don't you, sissy? Don't you?" I would nod, and the spanking would come harder. Mistress would stop and press on my butt-plug causing me to moan out loud, causing the other domme to jam the dildo tighter into my mouth, causing me to gag.<br /><br />Thankfully, this spanking didn't last too long, but it was utterly humiliating. I was about to start crying. Kelly just stood there, pretty much without emotion.<br /><br />"Back on your knees." I quickly complied. "You will apologize to Kelly now."<br /><br />I muttered a soft, "I'm sorry," with a very scorned look on my face.<br /><br />Mistress got right in my face and over-enunciated, "I'm sorry, Miss Kelly... say it!"<br /><br />"I'm sorry, Missy Kelly," I repeated humbly.<br /><br />She continued in a loud voice, "For wanking my little wee-wee in the fitting room while listening to your voice..." she started this litany and I repeated each line.<br /><br />"I'm just a little sissy faggot wanker..." (I was hearing some laughing in the distance.) I repeated.<br /><br />"My dick is too small to ever fuck you..." I repeated.<br /><br />"All I could ever hope to do is put on your clothes and suck off your boyfriend..." I repeated.<br /><br />"I hope you'll forgive me. I'm so sorry." I repeated and looked at the floor.<br /><br />Kelly just kinda did a half chuckle/half roll of the eyes and said OK and then turned to Mistress to ask her some question about something she wanted done prior to closing. It was totally business, and I was clearly inconsequential.<br /><br />The other Domme had already walked off. Kelly walked off to take care of her work. I slumped on the floor on my knees feeling completely belittled. Mistress Jackie snapped her fingers three times. I looked up to see her pointing to the end of her massive black rubber dick. "Right here," she said calmly.<br /><br />I moaned and mumbled an, "Oh no, please Mistress."<br /><br />"Oh, you're not done sucking yet, honey," she insisted.<br /><br />I sighed and took it in my hand and stroked it. The condom was smeared with my lipstick. She pushed my head onto it. I began sucking it with all I had and started moaning. I started to become possessed as Mistress talked to me about how I sucked cock.<br /><br />"You really do like that, don't you? You wish it was real, don't you? You really do wish you could suck Kelly's boyfriend's dick. Don't you? You wish this was a real cock so I could cum down your throat, don't you?" I nodded an affirmative each time. I kept right on sucking and breathing harder and harder like a wanton cocksucking bitch.<br /><br />"You wish I could turn you over right here and now and yank down your pretty tights and fuck you right up the ass, don't you? Don't you? Don't you?! Say it!"<br /><br />"Yes, Mistress! Fuck my ass!" I said.<br /><br />"Tell me what you want, bitch, I can't hear you!"<br /><br />"I want you to fuck my pussy-asshole. PLEASE fuck my ass, Mistress! Fuck me the bitch I am!" I yelled.<br /><br />She fucked my mouth hard and called me a disgusting, cocksucking slut.<br /><br />Then, she sat down and pulled me up on her lap. This was the grand finale spanking. It was like the end of a fireworks display, and I thought she would never stop. She berated me in the most viscous tone of voice with a non-stop list of humiliating names. Somewhere along the line, between the pain of the spanking and the verbal assault, I started to melt and break down.<br /><br />"Yeah, let me hear you cry," she said with some degree of pleasure as she continued the spanking. She knew she'd get me to this point. "That's right. Let me hear you cry, little girl."<br /><br />That was all it took, and I started sobbing. "Yeah. Cry like a little girl!" I collapsed, draped on her lap.<br /><br />With that, Mistress Jackie just stood up, and I rolled off her lap and fell to the hard floor with a thud. The fall stunned me and then the tears started again. I could hear her walking off in that same march that she came in with some 30 minutes earlier. She had totally broken me, humiliated me, and left me crying on the floor. This session didn't come with a "happy ending" like I had always had with private domme sessions. She had totally head-fucked me and left me in a heap.<br /><br />I looked around and realized that I was laying there alone. After some time, I managed to get up to sit in the chair. I was shell shocked. I just sat there in my self-pity. A little while later, Kelly came by in her cheerful self as if nothing was wrong. She put a hand on my shoulder and asked me if I wanted something to drink. The gesture caused my face to pout and start up the tears again. I am such a pathetic sissy crybaby. I so wanted her to hold me and hug me. She gave me a bottle of water and told me to just take my time and relax.<br /><br />The other domme walked by wearing surgical gloves carrying the strapon Mistress had been wearing. This was surreal. It was as if I had gone in for some medical procedure. The surgeon had left the operating room. The assistant was now taking out the primary instrument that had been used in the procedure, and here was a nurse helping me in recovery. I was still feeling the effects of all the emotional and physical pain I had endured.<br /><br />A few minutes later, my mind started to clear, and I got back up on my feet and made my way to the foyer. Of course, I was still teetering in my heels and the butt plug was reminding me of the glow on my bottom. When I reached the outer area, Mistress was out of character and back to her cheerful self when she first greeted me. "How are you doing?"<br /><br />"Much better now, Mistress. Thank you." I was very contrite. We had a nice chat.<br /><br />In a very meek voice, I asked, "Mistress, may I use the restroom to remove the plug from my pussy-bottom?"<br /><br />In a parental tone of voice, Mistress answered kindly, "No you may not. The plug will have to stay in place until you get home. Okay?"<br /><br />I "Yes, Mistress," I answered. "Mistress? When I get home, may I please have permission to masturbate my little wee-wee and lick my sissy cum off my dildo?"<br /><br />Mistress smiled and said, "Yes, you may lick up your sissy cum, but you must not miss any of it. Okay? You have to eat it all up."<br /><br />I was relieved to hear this. "Oh, thank you Mistress."<br /><br />I thought of one more thing. "Mistress? May I fantasize about sucking off Kelly's boyfriend while I'm doing this?"<br /><br />Mistress Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Well, I think you should ask Miss Kelly that first. Kelly?"<br /><br />Kelly was nearby and came over. Mistress told her I had something to ask her. I was feeling like a complete loser and this would completely confirm it. I almost couldn't get through what I was going to ask her.<br /><br />I was had my head down in my hand was mumbling like a little girl, and Kelly had to come closer and look at my mouth to understand. "Uhm... Mistress has given me permission... when I get home? ...to masturbate my little wee-wee onto my dildo?... and lick it up?... and I asked her if while I was doing that... if I could fantasize about... uhm... oh god... I'm sorry... I'm embarrassed now... if I could fantasize about... sucking off your boyfriend."<br /><br />Kelly immediately started to laugh and put her hand over her mouth to avoid being rude. "Are you gay, Mikel?<br /><br />"No, I'm just a sissy. I fantasize about really beautiful women making me service their boyfriends or husbands," I explained. "I'm sorry if it bothers you."<br /><br />Kelly answered, "No, I'm just trying to understand. That's fine. You have fun with your fantasy. My boyfriend's name is Paul. You have fun sucking his dick, OK? I'm so glad you made it out here, and I hope you'll come back to see us the next time you're in Florida!"<br /><br />This time, Kelly held both of my hands, gave me a big smile, and bade me goodbye. No hug this time. Here was this little queer boy wearing a butt-plug, padded bra, thong leotard, tights, heels, and smeared makeup. He was about to go back to his motel room and suck on a big dildo while having a fantasy about blowing her boyfriend while she watches. Then he's going to wank onto the dildo and lick it clean pretending that he's swallowing her boyfriend's load. Okay, buh-bye!<br /><br />Mistress was very gracious, gave me a hug, and told me I was a good little subbie. "I hope you'll come back next time you're in Florida, hun."<br /><br />I told her I would. I minced to the door and peeked out. Mistress looked out with me and checked the parking lot. She said she'd watch while I walked to my car. As I often do, I felt so exposed in my little sissy getup with my butt-plug fucking my pussy bottom. I wanted to get back to my motel as soon as possible to play out my little fantasy of sucking off Kelly's boyfriend.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-59805910912203947482008-06-18T11:50:00.003-04:002008-06-18T12:01:14.095-04:00My Visit To Florida, Part I<div>I love being out of town because I can go shopping, be a sissy slut in public, and be much more daring than I would normally be near home. Once, I had the occasion to travel to Ft. Lauderdale to attend a surprise birthday party of a friend. I was traveling alone, and of course, I brought lots of sissy clothes and toys. <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWN-LlS6c3yLRE4xK89-kgy7TaAuidJT-y2nEPBLHB_1JL2eXi5zJFQkNIcSvDaGG2lEjQc-InsVY9Icdl1s9E1FnTpuPzhsZXM1644hF_ZRBTI2cwlaoijMpspWq1hr5bjQFh09Ayzrc/s1600-h/aug_18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWN-LlS6c3yLRE4xK89-kgy7TaAuidJT-y2nEPBLHB_1JL2eXi5zJFQkNIcSvDaGG2lEjQc-InsVY9Icdl1s9E1FnTpuPzhsZXM1644hF_ZRBTI2cwlaoijMpspWq1hr5bjQFh09Ayzrc/s320/aug_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210677082816665826" border="0" /></a>As soon as I got out of the airport in my rental car, I changed into a pair of suntan pantyhose and some denim short-shorts that crawl way up my sissy bottom. I wore platform sneakers that were still kinda fashionable at the time, a light top with an unpadded underwire bra. There was no mistaking that I was NOT a girl but a sissy boy. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had several days before the party and had planned to drive to another city to visit an old friend there. So, I could priss along the way. Occasionally, when the situation allowed for it, I would get out of the car so I could be seen and giggled or laughed at. At a shopping mall, I parked and got out of the car and walk toward the entrance as a group of hot girls were walking out. They immediately noticed me but were politely quiet as they passed. Then came the snickers followed by the hysteric laughter. I love that humiliation. I can play the sounds in my mind over and over.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlTR7aEW3ontdNDVzJpxjAdLtJUl7VlLNTsX4d9p_u4269nvr1bVfReH71MlGnE-T3_opgSpYXypclKpfxHWTE_RvWR6e5N21LdKlwjNi4qHcFvDhQ1yqlf37ee_WMZML5xCRAtklMvQ/s1600-h/itrsp317.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlTR7aEW3ontdNDVzJpxjAdLtJUl7VlLNTsX4d9p_u4269nvr1bVfReH71MlGnE-T3_opgSpYXypclKpfxHWTE_RvWR6e5N21LdKlwjNi4qHcFvDhQ1yqlf37ee_WMZML5xCRAtklMvQ/s320/itrsp317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210677741893343586" border="0" /></a>At one point at a gas station, there were no less than six women looking at me simultaneously from different angles. Some were filling up their cars; some were going in or out of the convenience mart. I had added a pair of lace anklets to the outfit to make it even more demonstratively sissy. The reactions filled the air from “oh my god” to giggles to outright laughter coming from several directions. I paid no attention as I was only the mindless priss looking for something in the back seat. But my face was burning red the whole time.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Several times along the way, I got into my thong leotard and tights and looked for opportunities to parade my sissy self to those amused by a pathetic sissy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnSTAiaJ8-2AZmcfPQ2uFI6FRqYh95D86UXqJd5gMuhLJcuqr0uxusu2uS8mWi3wTXD4eMBGYVv_SUtRtLbezTPSjL08wSaNCBzP5N00_GNocUllBY9tqGvGXSgv-uZ7mbVjnBpryLOA/s1600-h/stk212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnSTAiaJ8-2AZmcfPQ2uFI6FRqYh95D86UXqJd5gMuhLJcuqr0uxusu2uS8mWi3wTXD4eMBGYVv_SUtRtLbezTPSjL08wSaNCBzP5N00_GNocUllBY9tqGvGXSgv-uZ7mbVjnBpryLOA/s320/stk212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678698336376402" border="0" /></a>While there, I stopped in a local dance shop and had a most interesting experience. It was mid-afternoon on<span style=""> </span>a weekday, and I was the only customer in the store. Normally when I visit a place like this I would call first and ask about trying things on, but since I was out of town and feeling frisky, I decided to just go in. Oh, I was dressed in something a bit more conservative than described above. I was greeted by the clerk. I browsed for awhile, obviously looking at the female leotards, and she said I was welcome to try things on if I needed to. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I found some thong leotards in my size and headed for the fitting room. While in there, I heard the bell on the front door, and it was obvious that a young woman had come in. She was very outgoing and talkative; in fact, she was a regular Chatty Kathy. <span style=""> </span>I was enjoying listening to her while being in my fitting room trying on leotards. I was prissing in front of the mirror and starting to play with myself while I listened to her cute, bubbly voice.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I finally came out and had a chance to check out the customer. She was in her mid-20s, very outgoing, and started to chat me up as I did a little more browsing. I conspicuously placed two leotards on the counter. As the clerk made her way over to help me, the cutie was now curious about what I was buying and asked who I was buying for. I held them up and told her they were a couple leotards for me. She asked if I was a dancer, and I simply replied, "Um, actually, I'm a sissy... and I like to wear girl things." She was interested and amused by this, and she started talking about where she worked which happened to be a BDSM club across town. I couldn't believe my good fortune at hearing this. The clerk was also intrigued, and I asked her what they did there.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">She said they got into mild bondage and discipline scenes there. She wasn't a dominatrix but a hostess. She was obviously way too bubbly and nice to be a domme. She said she welcomed people and served drinks and entertained a little. It was a commercial place that did mild scenes and must have just skirted the law. She said that all men were admitted free if they came in drag. I asked her if I could just show up in my sissy attire, namely my leotard, tights and heels. She said certainly, that would be fine. I also asked if I could get a good, sound spanking there. I was starting to get pretty daring in my conversation with this girl, who later told me her name was Kelly.<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kelly told me they did spankings, but they couldn't do it on the bare bottom. The clerk said she thought this was interesting and didn't know this kind of place existed. I told Kelly that I'd had a few private domination sessions in the past and had been humiliated with strapon dildos. She said they couldn't do that. I told her that I'd only been made to suck them. Now I was showing off in front of the clerk, who was being polite but was amazed at the conversation.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I said to the clerk, I'm sorry if this is freaking you out or anything. She said no, it was very interesting; she'd just never really heard of that kind of stuff before. I explained that I had never been to a club of any kind before but had only been to private sessions with a Dominatrix involving crossdressing, spanking, and humiliation with a strap-on. I really wanted to tell them about how I would lick my cum off the dildo, but I figured I was pushing it. <!--[endif]--></p> Kelly gave me some details about the club. It was a place where people could come in and do their own scenes. There are a couple Mistresses available to get into scenes. There were limits on what can be done. She gave me the location said they were open on Friday and Saturday nights. I would have time Friday, so I told her I was looking forward to a visit and a good, hard spanking!<br /><br />To be continued...<br /></div>Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420345378013748438.post-91320735421437590282008-06-09T16:23:00.006-04:002008-06-10T17:23:58.817-04:00The end of a relationshipCarla was a wonderful girl. She was a loving, giving person. Sexually, she was the most open-minded woman I've ever been with, but unfortunately she had baggage... Major baggage that I can't go into here, but let's just suffice it to say that it was bringing the relationship to a screeching halt. We really did love each other, but her low self-esteem (and I thought <span style="font-style: italic;">mine</span> was bad!) was creating intolerable problems for us both.<br /><br />In the bedroom, we likely would have progressed to her wearing a real strapon. I know she was up for that. And maybe we could have moved to her playing a little light domination. She was a little sensitive about being called a "whore" when passion was getting high and language was getting nasty, and believe me she could embarrass a sailor through gritted teeth as she ground and humped and fucked back. Calling her "<span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> whore" was OK, but not otherwise. During one of our last escapades, I took a dildo and placed it between her legs and told her I wanted to be "her whore" and began to suck it. With a bit of a knowing smile, she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me up and down on the cock for awhile. That particular scene didn't last long that night. I was hoping we could take it to having me lick cum off the dildo.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure we could have gone there, but it ended soon afterwards.<br /><br />Damn. All of the other components were in place. I was wearing lingerie in her presence full time. If I ever wore men's underwear, she would ask me if something was wrong. She had me eating cum. She was fucking my ass. Sucking cock should have been next. I was hoping I could have moved her along to dominating me with all the trimmings of humiliation.<br /><br />That's really what I craved. I wanted so much to have her to stand over me in black stilettos wearing a 10" strapon, pointing to it, and telling me to suck it like the little sissy bitch that I am. I wanted her to make me wank off and make me lick my cum off her big cock while she called me a cum-eating cock sucking whore. I needed that so bad.<br /><br />It just wasn't to be. We were on again, off again, off forever. Time to move on.Little Pantyboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13013711612445275160noreply@blogger.com4