A cute young man in the first stages of feminization and sissification training. She is enjoying turning him into the perfect submissive transvestite, sissy slave.
Originally posted 2015-04-01 19:44:16.
Vanilla Boyfriend Suffers for Mistress Girlfriend’s Pleasure
A bunch of neon signs. It was the middle of day, The ugly glass-tube truth. Dangling wires. Urban dirt. The building itself had a fascinating style. It was half Bauhaus and half plain paper bag. One of the signs went “XXX!!!”. Another remarked, “Toys for Sale”.
They parked across the boulevard. The woman turned to the man and asked, ‘That’s it?’
‘That is the place.’
The woman made an announcement then. ‘I ain’t goin’ in there. Not in THIS lifetime.’
So the man unsheathed a confidential tone. ‘Look, you’d probably enjoy it’, he said. ‘Has the ambience of a locker room. And for team testerone. Where a bunch of little males fail to hide their… enthusiasm.’
The woman considered this quiet observation. She made a quiet observation of her own, ‘One hears the voice of experience.’
‘Not exactly.’ The man blushed a tiny bit. ‘Been there once. It was sort of a dare.’
‘Well I dare you now.’
‘And I dare you.’
‘I am not going in there.’ A very final tone.
To this the man courageously replied. ‘And I will not venture in that establishment alone.’
The woman giggled, ‘Yes you will.’
A poignant pause.
‘Oh shit… .’
The woman unleashed four very simple words: ‘Buy a riding crop.’
‘You forgot an extremely important thing.’
The man went shopping.
It took twenty minutes He returned with a box like a box for roses. He offered the roses to his Mistress. ‘Mistress… ‘
She jumped him. And she pinned him. Just took him in her arms. Her powerful muscles kept him down. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. ‘Open wide slave.’ Tongues can penetrate. She kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. And sat down like she hadn’t even shaken up the world. ‘Om.’
She started the car.
The first law of deadening is put lots and lots and lots and lots of soft and light and flexible objects and no short circuits between the source of noise and the curious ears. The second law of deadening is to not care, if the ears win.
The woman’s bedroom was full of soft, light, flexible objects. Pillows. Bedspreads. Comforters. Rugs. A couple of ratty old beanbag chairs. The friendly face of a torture chamber. And, in the woman’s words, ‘If a anybody asks, “What was all that racket in there?” I’ll smile and tell ’em I was flogging my boyfriend.” She grinned.
Then she stopped grinning, ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’
The man had thought about this day a lot. A lot. ‘I want all the world for you. But I can’t get all the world. Store is out. Always will be out. But the romantic in me does not believe this. So I want at least a part the world – the part that is me – to be for you. So I’ll do anything you want to do and do anything you say. Or to put less grandly, I am Joe submissive and got the hots for ya babe.’ A pause. ‘Course in real life my giving has a memory leak. Or something. Some flaw. Some minor – maybe some not so minor – flaw or set of flaws. I want to try though.’ A brief hesitation. ‘On a more prosaic level, But I really do not care for pain. Really, really do not care. So I’m in fact a little bit scared.” Another little pause. ‘But to answer your question, yes I want this. Yes.’
‘I want you to understand: it will hurt. You will suffer. I will make you suffer to make me orgasm.” She kissed him with exaggerated gentleness. ‘Konx.’
She stood back. ‘Slave undress.’
Her slave quietly and quickly undressed.
‘Kneel before me.’
Her slave followed her command.
The woman inspected her property. Her man. Her man and her slave. She walked back and forth and back and forth. Patiently, thoughtfully back and forth. And the man looked down.
He kept his eyes down. Kept looking at the floor.
‘Kiss my left foot now.’
Her man kissed her left foot. He started with the toes,
‘And tongue between the toes.’
The sound of his obeying was the only sound in the room.
‘Stop. Lift your eyes. Slave look up at me.’
She was like a perfect sky at middle of the night. Where a trillion stars erupt.
‘Get the whip.’
The man obeyed. He retrieved the box. He began opening the cardboard… .
‘Wait. Present it. Present the whip from on your knees.’
He knelt. He took the top off the cardboard box. The man held the box to the woman.
She grasped the whip, And tried the whip, A few slashes through the air. The man saw and heard. ‘Lay across the pillow. Bottom up for me. For my whip.’
Her man obeyed. The woman whipped him.
Vigorously. Again and again. Again and again and again and again.
She wore an intent, hard expression. Her lips became a line.
The man felt the energy of her desire in the blows. Despite this, he moaned.
The woman summoned-up more power. She gave it to her man.
Sweat formed on both bodies.
Mistress whipped him more.
Her man started blinking. The woman grabbed his ponytail and beat her slave some more.
Again and again and again and again, And again and then she stopped.
‘Slave, get on your knees.’
He rose stiffly to his feet and fell loudly to his knees. Mistress leaned over and kissed her possession.
Then the woman touched herself.
Her passion and her pleasure and her energy and might entranced the kneeling man. He felt happiness and pride.
As she went for number eight, she said, ‘Masturbate my slave. I’ll decide if you may come. I will tell you.’
Afterwards, the woman lay on top, upon the man. She held him in her arms. And stroked his hair. And closed her eyes.
Originally posted 2015-03-21 06:58:30.
Vintage F/m Spanking Photograph
Some young couples begin female led relationships early in life with the girlfriend naturally disciplining her boyfriend with corporal punishment.
Originally posted 2015-01-14 23:46:58.
A dominant young woman having her first slave boyfriend drop to his knees and strip for his his first corporal punishment session.
She has him kneel in a chair. She wants to insure that wshe whips his buttocks and thighs with ease and sureness, hitting just the right places on his lower body.
Now she has her new slave bend over for additional spanking with her cane.
The young Mistress will have her enslaved boyfriend adopt different positions and use varying instruments of physical punishment. Over time she’ll gain skill and increasing joy in disciplining and spanking the males that kneel before her in worship.
Originally posted 2014-12-31 23:53:34.
Story of a Spanking and Teasing Domme Girlfriend
I met a woman that I really liked a few years after I finished college. I had gone out with her on several dates and then at the end of my last date, she told me that she liked to be in control of the men she dated. She also wanted me to shave my pubic hair before my next date with her. I didn’t know what she was up to, and since I really liked her, I shaved my pubic hair before my next date. Lack of hair down there made me very aware of my cock and balls.
When I went to her house to pick her up for our next date, she invited me into her house. Katie immediately sat down on her couch and pulled me to stand in front of her. “Clyde, if you are going to keep dating me, I want to start a new ritual before we start a date. I will invite you into my house, I will sit on the couch and you will stand in front of me. Next, you will unbuckle your belt, unzip your slacks, and let them fall to the floor. Then take your arms and put them behind your back. You will not move or say anything until I tell you to. Now, you can either stop dating me or walk out the door right now, or you can start the ritual.”
I really wanted to keep dating Katie, so I said, “I really like you, so I guess you want me to drop my pants?”
“That’s right, start your new ritual.” I felt sort of funny standing in front of a woman that I had just barely dated, and now I was standing in front of her with only my under shorts on. I was even more surprised when I felt her fingertips inside the waistband of my shorts, and now they were at my feet. “Step out of one side of your pants and then spread your legs. Remember; keep your arms behind your back.”
I was now completely naked from the waist down, and was starting to have an erection. Then Katie started to analyze the shaving job I did on my pubic hair. “You missed a few places when you shaved, so I am going to clean you up a bit.” Katie reached over to a table next to the couch and now she had a razor in her hand. She proceeded to shave the few hairs I had left behind, and now I really felt like a little boy with a hairless pubic area. Next Katie put the razor on the table and grabbed a thing that had three thin strips of leather and some metal snaps on it. I had never seen anything like that before.
“I call this my cock and ball harness. I use it on all of the men that date me. If you are going to keep dating me, I will be the only one to put it on you, and the only one to take it off you. Clyde, you are never to take it off for any reason. So let me put it on you.”
“Okay.” I said. First, one strap went around the base of my cock. Then the second strap snapped on between my cock and my balls. The third strap snapped in and went between my balls. Katie was holding on to my cock and balls as she was putting the harness on me, so now I had a full erection.
“You can pull up your pants and we can now leave on our date. Once we get back from eating out, a movie, or whatever; I want you to take off all of your clothes and I will show you the rest of the ritual.”
Now I had an erection, I had this harness on me, and I was very aware of my cock and balls since I no longer had any pubic hair. I think the harness held my erection throughout my date with Katie, and I was glad that she only wanted to go out and eat. Soon we were headed back to her house.
Once we were inside, Katie said, “Please take off all of your clothes so that we can continue with your new ritual.” I felt embarrassed being completely naked in front of Katie wearing this new cock and ball harness, and she still had all of her clothes on. “Now stand in front of me with your legs spread and your arms behind your back.” Katie continued to stroke my cock and balls until I had a full erection. “I will now be in control of your body, and you will only cum when I want you to. Now get on the floor on all fours, so that I can use you as a table for my legs.”
Katie then proceeded to watch television while I was in this position. I felt very strange being completely naked on all fours, wearing this cock and ball harness, and having an erection in front of my new girlfriend. After about a half-hour, she said, “Clyde, I now want you to stand up with your back towards me and your hands behind your back.” She reached over to the table near the couch and put a pair of handcuffs on me. Katie also fondled my ass and said, “You do have a nice ass, but I will deal with that on another date. Now turn around and spread your legs.”
I do not know where it came from, but now Katie had a spreader bar in her hands. Soon it was fastened to my ankles and I felt totally at the mercy of Katie. “Now I want to see how well you react to me!” She soon was stroking my cock and balls again, until I was almost ready to cum. Then she would stop and admire my cock and balls. She did this several times and then finally let me cum. I really exploded and it felt so good.
“This is what the ritual will be like,” Katie said while she was taking off the harness and the spreader bar. “If you resist in anyway, I will spank your naked butt. So I want you at my house next week at 7 PM for another date. You can get dressed now and leave.”
I had many other dates with Katie. In addition, yes, if I did not act correctly on the date or did not do what she said to do, she would give me a spanking. Sometimes the spanking was given to me over the end of a couch, and sometimes I would be spanked while bound spread eagle on her bed.
One time I took a few days off work to drive her to a farm where some friends of her lived. They were a nice couple where the wife was also dominant. We arrived to the farm late one evening, so I did not have much time to meet the couple before we went to bed. Of course, Katie and I slept in separate bedrooms. In the morning, I smelled breakfast, so I put on my robe over my pajamas to get something to eat. The husband was already doing farm chores, and his wife, Lara, had made a nice warm breakfast for Katie and me. Katie and Lara must have gotten up a little bit before me, because both of them were fully dressed. After I had eaten, Katie said, “Clyde, why don’t you take your shower, now. After your shower, come out in just your pajamas so that I can prepare you for the rest of the day.”
I was hoping that I would not be harnessed up on this short vacation, especially not in front of another woman who I had just met. After my shower, I found both Katie and Lara talking to each other in the living room. I went over to Katie and stood in front of her.
“First, I want you to take off your pajama top, give it to me, and then put your arms behind your back.” Katie said. “Lara, this is a little ritual I have with Clyde at the beginning of each date.” Next, I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and then they were on the floor. Lara was now sitting next to Katie and I was feeling quite embarrassed standing completely naked in front of the two women.
“Now step out of your pajama bottoms and spread your legs.” Katie said.
“Clyde is completely shaved. He looks so nice like that!” Lara said.
“Yes, he has to keep himself well shaven, otherwise he gets spanked. Now watch me put his cock and ball harness on him.” Katie said. Then Katie put the harness on me. She seemed to take more time than usual, and I ended up with a full erection.
“Is it okay if I examine the harness you just put on him?” Lara asked. And now this woman who I had just met was thoroughly examining my erect cock and balls.
“Stand directly in front of Lara so that Lara can examine you better.” Katie said. So I moved over in front of Lara and stood with my legs spread and my arms behind my back.
“He obeys you very well,” Lara said. “You are lucky to have found a man like Clyde.”
“Yes, I have taught him to follow my orders, otherwise he gets spanked. Maybe we can spank him later on today.”
“Yes, I would like that,” Lara said.
“Clyde, as soon as Lara is through examining you, you can get dressed and join us for farm chores.” Katie said.
After a few more minutes of Lara fondling my cock and balls, she said, “You can get dressed now. I am really glad to have met you.”
The rest of the morning went good, but after lunch, Katie asked Lara if she wanted some target practice. She agreed and then the women took me downstairs to the basement. There was a wooden horse with a saddle on it. Next to it were many riding crops, riding bats, whips and paddles. “Clyde, we want you to take off all of your clothes and bend over the saddle. This way we can have target practice on your naked ass. Hurry up.”
Katie had spanked me before, but never with another woman participating, and never over a saddle. They positioned me so that neither my legs nor my hands reached the floor. Then my spanking started. My ass was really stinging since I wasn’t used to being spanked by two women and by these different spanking implements. I made the mistake of kicking up my feet.
“Let me get some rope so that we can secure him to the saddle.” Lara said. Katie took some rope and secured my wrists while Lara secured my ankles. Now I was completely at their mercy. They continued to spank me until my ass felt like it was on fire. Then, I felt the ropes being released from my wrists and ankles.
“Before you stand up, put your arms behind your back,” Katie said. I felt ropes around my wrists again. “Now turn around and spread your legs.” Now each of the women grabbed an ankle and tied it to the leg of the wooden horse.
“Clyde took his spanking very well.” Katie said. “For a reward, why don’t you milk him, Lara.”
“I’d be glad to.” Lara said. Then Lara stroked my cock and balls until I had another erection and then I came in her hands. I felt really embarrassed that I was spanked by this woman who I had just met, and now I had just cum in her hands.
Katie took off my cock and ball harness and said, “Why don’t you lay down in your bedroom, Clyde. You have had quite a day already. I’ll harness you up again before we eat dinner.”
It felt good to lay on the bed on my stomach without wearing the harness. It felt like I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a day or two. The two women used me for more of their pleasure as this so called vacation continued for a few days.
Katie was quite the girlfriend!
Originally posted 2014-12-07 08:22:13.
By Deborah Jennings
The front seat passenger was dressed for this his first arranged meet. He didn’t know where this meet was going to take place but knew that his dominatrix girlfriend had confirmed its details, during the week and again that Saturday, the slave himself having fully body shaved had then laid out the clothing he was to wear for the evening. He had also been giving ample time to apply his make up, make up that had to pass the approval of his dominatrix girlfriend.
“Good, I like that look, especially your lipstick, really slutty. Now go to your room slave, and I’ll come and get you at nine o’clock, but before you go, chastity device, good and locked. I don’t want you playing with yourself, because I expect other people will want to do that later” she told and ordered the naked chastity wearing slave, with a sniggering laugh.
And so at nine he was ready, met his dominatrix girlfriend’s approval and then as stated became her seated and belted front seat sissy passenger.
After half an hour of travelling his dominatrix girlfriend said “Here we are” and turned off a roundabout into a service area, which though hidden was busy, being adjacent as it was to a major A road.
Driving round to find a suitable parking place they slowly passed by numerous cars, vans, campers and lorries already parked up. These were all parked about the edge of a large, well lit, circular central grass pick-nic area, about which ran a concrete footpath, and had at one end a 24 hour toilet.
The passenger was now as nervous as he had been all day, what was going to happen, what plans had his dominatrix girlfriend arranged.
Parked up, he now looked around at all the other vehicles. The headlights on one parked car now flashed on and off.
“It seems that we’ve attracted some ones attention already” said his smiling dominatrix girlfriend.
Having stated this the dominatrix girlfriends phone buzzed, a text, she read it and turned on the vehicles interior light.
“Now time for you to show everybody, what you are, don’t you think, and this is what your going to do” she then gave instructions that the sissy was to follow.
“Off you go now and show them the sissy you’ve been made” a pause “so why are you waiting, get out now” she ordered, as the slave hesitated.
Now stood outside and feeling vulnerable he tugged down on the hem of the black leather micro mini skirt he was wearing, trying unsuccessfully to cover up at least a little bit more of his black seamed 15 denier tight sheathed upper legs. Then he nervously started toward the pick- nic area, stepped onto the encircling concrete path and began to walk along it.
His knee high, zipped, black leather, four inch heeled boots, accentuating a pronounced and a much practiced feminine walk. A tight black waist length leather jacket, press stud fastened about the wrists and with its fastened turned up collar was zipped tightly up. The jacket showing off the proud sissy’s nipples and prominent 38 dd breasts to their maximum. A black bob shoulder length wig and black leather gloves rounded of the outfit.
Walking slowly, head up, chest out, showing himself off, the sissy looked straight ahead. All the time though he felt the gaze of numerous eyes looking on from the vehicles parked facing the pick-nic area. Several sets of headlights were switched on as he walked past on the path, illuminating him, so everyone caught sight of him as a ‘she’, as he walked along. Holding his nerve though he now approached the toilets and entered the mens side. Stood inside he waited like he had been told, then hearing footsteps approaching he stood there pretending to fix his hair. A male entered the toilets and said “good evening” used a urinal and then turned round and looked at the sissy.
“Nice, stand with your legs apart and facing the wall” the sissy nervously did what he was told. Then the males hands started to explore his legs and body, then they concentrated upon his chastity encased cock and pulled and tugged on it saying as he did “do you like spunk, spunk down your girly throat. Take a cock in your mouth and swallow the spunk when its fired into you, jetted to the back of your throat.”
The sissy slave just groaned as his chastity device was yanked on, then he was turned around and with the males hands on his shoulders was pushed slowly down, a large unzipped erect cock was now before his face. With legs apart and crouched down and with a hand now placed behind his head and a guide hand on the cock, his mouth was brought to within its touch.
“Fucking suck it, take it in your mouth you fucking slut, suck it. Do it you fucking tranny slut”.
Just out of bed I walked into the kitchen, “Morning dear” I greeted the woman who made my days worth getting through.
“Hello hon.” She reached behind her. “Remember you asked for this.” She handed me a plain metal bracelet. Engraved was the word “Slave.”
Oh my. It was to be a day when I’d be expected to stop anything I was doing at anytime and do whatever I was ordered until she was ready for bed or as she put it was “sick of having to bother” with me.
Well, I didn’t think I’d asked for it. I guess I’d talked about, around it. Maybe too much for her patience. In certain parts of our lives together when I got too complicated or wishy-washy she was often ready to make up my mind for me.
Really in the selfish part of my little slavish heart I wanted a day when she used and abused me all day long. Now, could I really handle that? I don’t know, thought about it more than I should. But on many days we had too many things to do and I suspected that she’d get a bigger kick out of yanking my chain at random when I least expected it.
“I made your breakfast” she picked up a frying pan. Cold scrambled eggs. She knew how little I’d enjoy them. Especially when as she did the contents were dumped on the floor. Then she pressed the front of her shoes into them.
“On your back, clean that mess off my shoes.” I complied.
When I finished she stood up.
“Now that you’ve had your pathetic little thrill eat your breakfast, don’t you dare leave a single crumb on the floor or use anything other than your tongue. Then go do something useful and don’t pester me.” She left the room.
Lapping and sucking up my dirty breakfast took a while.
I was at work at my computer when she walked in.
“Dear” I turned. She backhanded me in the face.
“Oh this is fun” she giggled. Maybe you can’t imagine a merciless giggle. I’ve come to know it well. Much crueler than the haughty formal stuff you’ll find online.
She kissed me on the top of the head, yanked my hair and left the room.
Wondering if she’d be back in five, fifteen or fifty minutes for more ‘fun’ make it hard to concentrate on my work.
Getting ready to go out shopping she walked up to me.
“Open your shirt.” Her favorite adjustable nipple clamps went on.
“I won’t make them very tight for now. I don’t want you to embarrass me with your wriggling.”
And they only just hurt. But I knew that as I moved around I’d often get a gently wincing reminder they were there.
“Only for now, wait for later, pet. Now drop your pants.”
On went the gates of hell.
“Maybe we’ll stop at a magazine stand and you can look at some of those centerfold girl photos you used to download.”
Whatever we did out in the world there’d be I wouldn’t be able to forget who owned me.
We stopped to grab lunch. I’d been good about my diet and ordered some fries. She looked up at the waitress.
“No he can’t have those and he knows better than to ask for them. At least he gets to eat out of plate.”
With seeming fascination I fixed my eyes on a saltshaker. I could feel the blood rushing through my cheeks and ears. I’ve never mentioned but she is much younger than I. The waitress probably thought I was some old man out with my keeper.
She ordered little and was done well before me. Under the table I felt her shoe crush into my crotch. My appetite vanished but “¦
“Make sure you eat every bit of what is on your plate.” Her shoe dug in again.
We were walking in the park, coming to a deserted part she opened her shoulder bag and brought out a leash and collar.
“Down on all fours, I’m going to take you for a little walk.”
You can imagine how I felt about that part of our stroll, thankfully it didn’t last long. We came to a set of stone steps and she sat down.
“Damn, look how dirty my shoes are.”
Understanding the unstated command I knelt down and began cleaning them with my tongue.
Back at home she kissed me on the cheek as I closed the door. Then kneed me in the groin.
“To think I didn’t know how much fun today would be.”
Looking at my watch I saw it was only 2:00 p.m.