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2012.01.11 04:56 Girls In Dresses
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2022.07.17 11:01 michelleonlyfans4 SexyGirlsInDresses
Sexy girls in all kinds of dresses, short, long, tight, sexy, comfy. Pics, GIFS and videos. No self promotion. This is a SFW sub.
2012.08.19 05:02 MrMono1 Where Porn Meets Class
Your favourite adult performers draped in seductive dresses, alluring business attire and haute couture at its hottest. Remember: NO NUDITY
2024.05.19 23:14 Sissy-Mihikaxx About me! đ
Heya!, i'm Mihika. I'm an 18 year old Sissy/Transfemme from Bangalore, India. I absolutely love dressing up and just being fem in general. I'm pretty open-minded when it comes to kinks and fetishes, and i always love trying out new stuff too haha. I'm mostly here for casual hookups and chats, but I don't mind trying out other things. You can always hit me up if you wanna know me better, and maybe have fun <3
I also love talking to new people, so don't be shy to slide in my DMs! đđ
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2024.05.19 08:35 Redemeedstoic I have transvestic fetishism.. wanted to vent it out!!
I've been into crossdresing since I was 13 first time I remember was I watched a boy to girl makeup video and felt good then I started wearing saree and got sexually aroused by it ..then whenever I got my lone time I started wearing saree ..crossdressing cumming to it..i enjoyed dressing and masturbating to it...then it continued and developed by each year. Understand that rest of the time I'm still a normal guy having boy hobbies and I'm embarrassed of my other side...after 19 I explored sissy porn started chatting with guys online... showing myself to them..started my insta .. started posting and had like 3 k followers..got alot of attention from guys and the msgs made me really feel good when I was edging ..and then I'm embarrassed by it after I cum and I'm like I need to quit this...I really try to quit at times coz my true self doesn't like this idk I'm still trying to quit and explore aswell .but I'm really confused..if I had a button to Remove this from my life I would easily do that... I wish to lead my life as a successful man and have family in future I wanna stop it ...but when I'm alone a nd honrny I'm a different person...I become a sissy and chatbwid guys and show myself...idk what to do some part of me wants to explore....I'm scared..I need genuine advice pls....it's really affecting my mental health and my relationship with others...it's so hard and it is eating me up mentally...
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2024.05.17 18:03 AllThingsWorn ABDL & Me, Dispelling the Negative Stereotypes of Diapers & ABDL Littles
| https://preview.redd.it/mlj5qirff01d1.png?width=720&format=png&auto=webp&s=f7e830451d0f66fbfd59d2cc8b674115fd95af99 What is ABDL? ABDL - What does it stand for? Adult Baby Diaper Lover The word ABDL comes up, it conjures up images of Men dressing up in a big bonnet, a diaper & talking in gibberish. Although this can be the case for some in the ABDL community, & is nothing to be ashamed of, there are many of us of which practise things differently. ABDL is one of the most criticised Fetishes out there, often those in the community are branded Freaks, disgusting & even paedophiles. Despite the fact that Diapers are also worn for medical reasons, some in the community started wearing for medical reasons, which then turned into a kink, its sadly still a very misunderstood community within Kink. I have been in the Diaper community for around 8 years, having been introduced to it by a partner after I expressed my curiosity to Diapers online, having been into DDLG for a long time, the idea of taking it further very much interested me, at the time, I was just coming to terms with my PTSD & trying to navigate & understand my Trauma & triggers better, I felt incredibly lonely & isolated at this point in my life & Kink very much helped me in regards to not only understanding myself better, but finding better coping methods. This is my personal experience & feelings regarding ABDL, & Although some in the community may feel the same, I cannot speak for all of us. For me, I would say I am an ABDL not just a DL (Diaper Lover) however I am not 24/7, as well as this, for me, there are two parts, the sexual parts & the non-sexual parts. My Favourite ABDL Items & Why: Pacifier- I enjoy a pacifier when I am feeling overwhelmed & need some sort of sensory experience. Pacifier Gag- for Fetish "scenes", a form of sensory experience mixed with the humiliation & control that comes from any other BDSM gag. Adult onesie- I find these incredibly comforting, soft, & make me feel cute. Diapers- A soft sensory experience, can often feel like having a nice tight, soft hug. Aswell as this, from a sexual point of view, I have difficulty orgasming from most things, Humping is my main form of masturbation, Diapers are great for this as they sit tightly against my Genitals & create a nice feeling of pressure & friction that is soft, as well as this, I personally love the feeling of cute Humiliation, being humiliated in a soft way for wearing a diaper, wetting a diaper etc. There is also the watersports element of diapers that I find incredibly alluring, the embarrassment & cute humiliation that comes from wetting a diaper. Adult Bottle- sensory feeling of sucking, but also sometimes used in play for humiliation. ABDL is a form of almost therapy for me, when I am in that headspace, whether it's sexual or not, I feel as though all my worries melt away, my PTSD is calmed & I feel safe. AS A "mommy" Domme, when I am in that headspace, I get enjoyment from being a caregiver, being in charge in a less domineering & "mean" way, being able to make my sub blush when doing diaper checks & being able to be in charge, in a soft domme way I find incredibly invigorating & empowering, as there was a point in my life in which I could never imagine being dominant at all, I'm now at the point in my life where I love being a switch & get enjoyment out of being a Mommy domme (as well as being other forms of dominant) That being said, not all ABDL'S have the same feelings or opinions as each other, we are all slightly different in what we enjoy! Some of us are solely Subs, some Doms some switches. Some practise nothing sexual, some of us do, no two ABDLs are the same! I personally love Sissy ABDLS when I am in my mommy domme headspace! Aswell as this, not all of us in the community are victims of SA, I personally am, which may be why I am the way I am, however not all of us have PTSD, & whether we as ABDLs use it as a form of therapy or not, doesn't make us any less valid, or any less of a person! We are human, we are into what we are into, as long as itâs safe, sane & consensual, then go for it! At the end of the day, we are consenting Adults, we do not condone anything Illegal or immoral & any play between others is always consensual between said adults, for this reason I personally don't agree with overly public displays of ABDL, wearing a Diaper & such under clothing is fine in public, many people wear them for medical reasons, but things such as flashing, exposing diapers etc in my opinion isn't okay, as the public cannot consent (this goes for other Kinks also! The idea of being caught can be fun, but exposing people to your kinks unwillingly is NOT OKAY) Where to Get ABDL Items? Personal recommendations for ABDL items for those interested in experiencing & experimenting! (These are my personal favourite items & places to buy from!) NRU (nappies R US) - NRU str8ups (similar to Northshore megamax diapers that are amazing!) Can get these in white, pink or blue! Easier to get a hold of than northshore. (Also on NRU) tykables unicorn! - Adorable pink & white diapers with cute unicorns, perfect for cute ABDLS, ABDL Sissies etc! Hold a fair amount, very cute design, & resealable hook & loop tapes! NRU also sell accessories such as pacifiers, pacifier clips, adult baby bottles & more! Aliexpress- Cute panties, onesies, adult bottles, pacifiers, sissy outfits, sex toys & more. (This is not sponsored & these are my personal recommendations for anyone wanting to try something new) submitted by AllThingsWorn to AllThingsWornOfficial [link] [comments] |
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2024.05.16 07:09 FoxNexus Gender Identity is Fun.
I (20 AMAB) am trying to figure somethings out right now, My brain has been different from the things it overthinks about. Its not the first time Ive thought about my own Gender Identity in general, and I dont think will be the last either.
Some Backstory: I grew up in a catholic household, parents or family were never too too religious and I lost hope in the catholic god and catholicism when I was younger. (No offense to any one who follows that religion, just not for me). There were days when I was younger I resented for being a guy because of "societal" pressure to conform to this specific gender role, what I should like, what toys I should play with, how I should dress, how I should act, and especially how my emotions should be presented. Ive been a more emotional person, to where my father has called me a sissy or a p***y and such, just for crying. (My emotions are more repressed now but that later).It doesnt help that no matter when I try to talk to this to family they always say "Oh thats not you" and such. Or just the topic of it seems to make them angry or uncomfortable and it just makes me feel trapped. I have constantly heard especially recently how Im supposed to think, or what my thoughts were and it pisses me off a bit because no one knows what I think about other than me and no one listens when I try to tell them. I just wondered what It would be like to be a girl, or just a different gender. Wearing Dressings, being cutesy, pretty, painting nails, having the body of a woman and such. It was something I genuinely looked into how dreams work to try and force dreams where I was a girl. (Yes it did work only twice tho). I would pray to god at the time in which I believed in to make me a girl, or to just swap bodies into a girl into a different family as well. At the time I didnt really think much of it, I met someone, he found out he was trans and is f2m. Ive support him the whole way but never thought I could ever do anything with my gender. I mean I was born a guy at birth I have to be a guy right? My family are quite homophobic and transphobic but not, if that makes sense. They have clear gender roles towards things.
Those specific gender roles they believe in have recently felt suffocating now. Just seeing my sister scoffs at men wearing skirts, or my parents having an issue with guys painting there nails. Its just, it sucks. Especially since these things interest me as of more recent. Speeding up to the present. I have a close friend, she is M2F and has just told me a lot about her personal experiences and such as we have grown closer over time. Over these past 2ish months I have re opened the pardoras box of gender. It has caused a lot of internal stress within myself, and just made my whole life a living hell of sleepless nights and overthinking. I experimented with Pronouns and different names. She/Her, going by Brie, now I have taken a step back and am going by my birth name and assigned pronouns at birth. Honestly, in a way I kind of miss it even if It made me dissociate from reality and how I felt, I liked it. But, it was just too much all at once. So I took the step back.
Somedays I look at myself in the shower and want tits, or rather it be smooth down there instead of well yeah... I want to wear certain clothes more feminine clothes. But than I just take a look in the mirror and its hard to see, me as a woman in general. I know E is a hell of a drug and can do some crazy and wild stuff. But than just somedays it doesnt bug me as much, I dont think too deep on it at all. My philosophy used to be just work with what I got, and if I was born a girl maybe I would be happier but that road is closed. But, I know its not either, Its hard to figure out who I want to be. I know it doesnt need to be Girl, it could be Demi-girl, Non-Binary, Gender fluid and so many more. Im going to therapy already, and she knows all about this. And Im working on getting a psychiatrist to get some answers on other mental stuff going on. Im planning on going to an Expo in a maid outfit to just wear a more feminine clothing out in public to get a feel for it all.
I just I know it all takes time, but in the perfect world in my head I believe im a woman, but I just dont feel like that perfect world is exactly possible. I have a plan but im also confused, im giving it time but the time doesnt help all too much. I thought I knew what I wanted but maybe I was wrong.
Sorry for this wall post, I just felt I needed to say this properly, and just kinda hear what people have to say to it. Thanks. Im willing to answer questions if needed.
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2024.05.14 18:44 cwcobblestone âMeet the Grandparents,â Chapter 6
âMeet the Grandparents,â Chapter 6
by c.w. cobblestone
My shoulder throbbed after twenty minutes of scrubbing the tile near the laundry sink, but the damned calcium stain wouldnât budge. I set down the steel wool pad and tried to stretch my arm, but when I shifted position, a cold wave ran through me and I remembered how badly I had to piss.
I clenched my legs together and choked out a frustrated sob. I knew there was no way I could wait any longer; I simply had to ask for permission to use the bathroom, or Iâd surely make a mess.
By the time Iâd struggled to my feet, though, I was second-guessing myself, and wondering whether pissing in my panties might be preferable to whatever punishment awaited me if I dared to ask my masterâs mother to rescind her order that I âhold itâ until one oâclock.
I would have squeezed my penis to try to stop the flood, but it was encased in my accursed chastity device. Instead, I danced in a little circle, debating whether to go upstairs and beg for relief, or just piss myself and accept the consequences.
The decision was made for me; as I did my little jig, my right heel slipped on the wet tile and I fell down hard, severely twisting my ankle. I couldnât continue holding my bladder, and I rolled around on the basement floor moaning with the warm wetness soaking my panties and the front of my frock. For a nanosecond I felt relief, but that was quickly replaced by the throbbing in my ankle, and the ice that formed in my gut as I wondered what my punishment would be when my masters learned of my accident.
I lay there for maybe five minutes before I was able to rouse myself and wipe up my piss from the basement floor before hobbling toward the stairs. Walking was incredibly difficult with my ankle swelled up to twice its normal size, but I somehow mustered the willpower to make it up the steps.
With tears in my eyes, I stood before my masters, curtsied and started to explain what had happened â but my wife beat me to it.
âYou have GOT to be kidding me, standing there with piss all over yourself,â she screamed. âI canât believe youâd embarrass us like this, you little worm.â
Carla frowned. âDid you get pee everywhere in my basement, Jody?â
With a wobbly curtsy, I shook my head. âN-no, Maâam, I cleaned it up.â
Demarcus chuckled. âDamn, sissy, this just isnât your day, is it? That ankle looks pretty bad.â
I curtsied in response.
âWhat happened?â my master asked.
âUm ⊠I slipped on the wet tile, sir. Thatâs how I ended up ⊠my accident ⊠Iâm so sorry.â
âDonât apologize to me,â Demarcus said. âMy momâs the one who told you to wait until one.â
I turned to Carla and curtsied. âMaâam, please ⊠I didnât mean to disobey you. I really tried.â
âYou really tried.â The older womanâs eyes narrowed. âI donât want to hear your excuses, Jody. Youâre the most pathetic thing Iâve ever seen in my life. Now, you can march yourself back down to my basement and finish cleaning â and, no, you canât change out of that wet uniform.â
âY-yes, Maâam.â
âGet your butt back to work.â Carla snapped her fingers.
Following my smart curtsy, I started to limp away, which caused Ron to chuckle.
âPoor sissy; you just canât catch a break, can you?â he said. âItâs gonna be hard to clean with that ankle swelled up like that, huh?â
Pam waved her hand. âOh, donât worry about Jody. Heâs happy to make himself useful; otherwise, weâd have no reason to keep him around. Right, Jody?â
âY-yes, Maâam, thank you, Maâam.â
Pam nodded regally. âYou can go now.â
âYes, Maâam.â
I was halfway down the basement steps when I heard the baby cry, followed by my wifeâs annoyed voice.
âJody! Get back up here; youâve got a diaper to change.â
With a sigh, I hurried back to the living room as fast as my injured ankle would allow. When Pam spotted my wet dress, she scowled and pointed toward the stairwell. âGo upstairs and put on a fresh apron before you touch my baby with piss all over you,â she said. âAnd wash your hands. Hurry up.â
I carried out my wifeâs instructions quickly before spreading a blanket onto the living room floor and taking the baby from his momâs arms.
Carla watched as I unfastened Little Dâs wet diaper. âAre you sure you trust this pervert around my grandson? From what I can see, the degenerate little creep doesnât have much in the way of character.â
Demarcus shrugged. âNah, weâre not worried, Ma. Jody would never do anything to displease us. Ainât that right, Jody?â
âYes, sir, of course not, sir,â I said as I put a fresh diaper on his son.
Pam nodded. âLike I told you earlier, I trust Jody a lot more than I would some nanny, any day of the week. Believe it or not, Jodyâs not really a pervert. He doesnât like dressing up like this â not that anyone cares what he likes. But it was Demarcusâs idea. Jody hates it.â
Ron laughed. âDamn, Jody, that must really suck. Itâs one thing if youâre into dressing like a girl. But to be made to do it? How do you live with yourself?â
My lip trembled as I struggled to hold back tears amid the onslaught of derision. âUm sir, I ⊠I just love Miss Pam, sir, and I want to make her happy. She fell in love with your son, sir, and like I told you earlier, I begged them to let me stay in her life in some capacity. This is how they want me to be, so Iâm just happy theyâve found a place for me, sir, and thatâs why I try to be the best maid I can be.â
âAlthough sometimes you fall short, and disobey orders.â Pam arched her brow. âLike pissing in your panties when youâve been told to wait.â
âIâm so sorry, Maâam.â
âWhatever,â my wife said as I handed over her freshly-diapered son. âNow, limp your sissy ass downstairs and get back to cleaning.â
âAnd Iâd hurry up if I was you,â Carla added. âYou got a whole lot more stuff to do when youâre done down there. I donât care how much your ankle hurts.â
âYes, Maâam.â
âNormally, Iâm not like this,â Carla said, flashing her teeth. âBut something about you brings out the devil in me. Iâm gonna work you until you drop, you hear? And if your ankle hurts, so much the better.â
âY-yes, Maâam.â
Ron smirked. âAnd we havenât even talked about all the chores I have lined up for you. Like I said, you just canât catch a break.â
As I hobbled down the basement stairs, I muttered to myself, âYou donât know the half of it, you hateful old bastard.â
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2024.05.13 23:29 rtymon404 24 m4a looking to suck dick right now
I have a hotel room right now in Poughkeepsie. Dutchess county here. Chubby obedient boy looking to suck some dick. HMU. I also can dress up as a sissy if youâre into that. HMU Ideally looking for a FWB.
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2024.05.12 19:42 Fine_Raise_8951 Used and Abused - The Reunion - Chapter 1
Readers asked for more. So away we go!!!
Beth:
So much has changed for me over the last 5 years.
Antonio closed the restaurants and took a job in Las Vegas, running a club. I had found peace and tranquilly living upstate on a beautiful farm with a charming house and barn to match. A much smaller version of the property Tex had in Virginia, but it reminded me of those days and it made me happy. The thought of leaving such a place to start over did not excite me.
As a result, Antonio and I decided to divorce amicably and believe it or not, I gave him full custody of our daughter. She was a daddyâs little girl and they were so close. It was the best thing for all of us. Being single again and being on my own felt good.
In a small world type of thing, I was shopping at the local supermarket when I ran into William, he was Julia âLadyâ Sternâs ex husband. She was doing life for Texâs murder and the two had divorced after she went away. We got some coffee and talked.
âIsnât she horrified that you left when maybe she needed to know you were still there for her?â I asked.
He explained that Julia was quite popular in prison and had girlfriendâs all over the cell block.
âShe left me!â He said laughing.
He went on to say, like me, he decided to leave city living for the country life. We both laughed. What were the odds of us landing just a few miles from each other?
As we spoke, I couldnât help but notice how handsome he was. William was a German through in through. Blonde hair, blue eyes, very rugged. Muscular, very funny with a dry sense of humor. We decided to see more of each other.
We dined a few times before I finally invited him home. We had some delightful sex, it was so wonderful. I had missed it greatly since my divorce but with William, I realized, it was worth the wait.
In bed, I finally asked the question that I was afraid to bring up.
âDidnât you and that fat whore Monica date? And didnât you guys really hurt Charlie in a video?â
Of course, I was talking about Charlie, my ex slave and weirdly enough, ex husband. A freak of a guy. William explained everything.
âMonica and I were friends but I never dated her! We also had a film company doing the hardcore Femdom thing before the business imploded. Yes, we did castrate him, we cut his nuts clean off. At the time, the three of us needed the money and a scene like that was really profitable.
I admitted I saw the clip. It was all over the internet. It was gruesome but erotic too. Monica the whore stroked Charlie to a lather, he then shot his last load I guess and then William did the cutting. It ended with the whore smiling ear to ear, holding up Charlieâs severed balls.
âWas Charlie ok with it? Did he sign off on such a thing?â I asked not sure what to believe.
âHe did wherever Monica told him to do. He was very loyal to her.â
âSo, what became of Monica and I guess Charlie too?â I asked.
âMonica made so much money from that clip, she got weight loss surgery and found happiness. Sheâs married now to a nice guy, a plumber. Sheâs in a good place and she looks fantastic.â
I was happy for her.
âAnd Charlie?â I asked
âWell, after your restaurants were closed, he lost his job so Monica threw him out, I think he became homeless.â
I teared up a little upon hearing that.
âDidnât he have some money from the thingy?â I asked making a scissor motion with my fingers.
âNah, he gave it all to Monica. Again, a loyal little sissy.â
âDid he fully recover?â I asked still too embarrassed to say the word, âcastration.â
âIâm not sure. I mean, I knew what I was doing from my years growing up on a farm in Germany but those were animals, not humans. Still, we took good care of him.â
William kissed my tears. He could see I was feeling bad for Charlie.
âIâm sorry I did that to him but at the time, I needed money to help keep Julia off death row. It was money well spent. I mean when you think about it, she saved Charlie from being shot so I guess you could say this was his way of returning the favor.â
Charlie:
The streets were mean, they were lonesome and I had nothing. I was a ballless sack of dirt reduced to begging and pleading for money and food. A weakling of a man, if I could still be called that, my castration had turned my body into an extremely fat, doughy mess. I was a total loser and other homeless people were always robbing me.
I would think about Beth and Antonio on those lonely freezing nights. I pictured them under their warm covers, naked, in love. I imagined her sucking on her husbandâs penis and fondling his balls. Despite my castration, I still got hard but that was it. I still desired sex, but I could not climax, I could not satisfy my desires. My life was hell.
Beth:
William taught me all about the opera. Together, we traveled to the city every few months to enjoy it.
It was an unusual chain of events that led to what William called, âThe Reunion.â We were walking up 8th Ave when I noticed a fat, dirty, homeless man begging for change, so quickly I looked the other way, and holding Williamâs hand tightly, we kept walking. I felt the creepâs eyes were upon me so I didnât look back.
After the performance, we made our way out of Lincoln Center when again I saw the fat bum. This time he spoke.
âBeth.â
I turned, it was shocking. It was Charlie! He was indeed homeless and rather disgusting to look at. The smell was even worse.
âIt must have been quite a site. A beautiful well dressed couple being confronted by a street freak. A cop quickly noticed and before I could say a word, he shooed Charlie away.
âGet lost!â Was all he said.
The cop tipped his cap and smiled. I smiled back.
Charlie:
Beth looked beautiful. To my horror, she was with William, the German who cut me. Seeing his face brought back the horrific memory of that awful day. His evil smile, the smell of booze on his breath. His laugh as I screamed before everything went dark. Then waking up and being forced to suck on his feet as Monica rode his dick. My castration turning those two psychopaths on.
To think Beth and William were friends or maybe more? What about Antonio? I was so confused.
I watched them walk away. Not once did Beth look back.
Beth:
We were staying at a midtown hotel, it was quite nice and cozy, especially on such a cold and snowy night. We quickly had sex, the opera always moved me so, I enjoyed making love soon after!
Of course, as we fucked, my mind turned to Charlie. He was a disgusting bum. He looked gross. I really hoped never would I have to see him again. Then the guilt set in.
âWilliam, he needs our help. I canât just turn my back on the guy. He needs money, he needs something. Food?â
William had a suggestion.
âYou can bring him to the farm. Heâs experienced dealing with animals and horses. He did that for you and Tex? Right?â
He did. Tex used him as a slave hand and Charlie was a real pro. I kissed William gently.
âLetâs go save his life!â
William kissed me back.
âFirst, I need your mouth here.â He said pointing at his monster cock.
I did not disappoint.
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2024.05.11 23:24 Raty_cleetus Family member idea (no art)
Challa sawyer description: Sheâs the youngest of the family who loves to talk to the the victims while Mocking them, she plays around with her victims and slowly hurts them mentally and physically. as she learned from Hitchhiker who leaned from the best, she knows her way around Knives. Her favorite victim is Sonny as she was able to talk to him about her Fantasies and Desires of Murdering.
âąAs the youngest sheâs fast and has lots of energy to spare into this situation, she can go under Crawl spaces pretty quickly but canât fit through Gaps that well.
âąWhile in a Grapple she hangs onto the victims legs tightly Biting and and Sticking her nails deep into their skin to hold tight.
âąIf she loses, the victims shake their legs dropping her onto the ground as she gets stunned from the fall
âąIf she wins, he will make them fall over, and she gets on top of the victim as she stabs their face repeatedly for a few seconds.
âąBase Savagery is 15
âąBase Harvesting 25
âąBase Endurance 30
âąfamily Focus is 5 percent better automatically and while on She can see the Outline of a victim in a radius of 15 feet, even through walls and bushes. (In Her ability skill tree the radius can be increased)
âąToy teddy is her beloved Stuffed Animal, she uses it to creep and spy, she can place it down and any victim in a radius of 10 feet will be highlighted, she even gets a notification To alert her (Highlighting can be acquired in the middle of her ability tree in level 2)
âąshe can open and close Crawl Spaces like doors easily and quickly to trap unsuspecting victim, with her Killer aura being pretty small compared to the other family members, so she can able to sneak up.
âąVoice lines while in chase âYour my favorite weird cacklingâ âYou said you wouldnât Leaveâ âIâll convince them to keep you⊠I promiseâ âIf keep running heavy breathing Iâll have to hurt youâ âWe can be friends stop runningâ âIâll tell my brother on youâ âNan nan would never let you leaveâ âGrandpa Crocodile tears Please help us outâ âBrother help me heavy panting Pretty pleaseâ âYou made me hurt youâ
âąVoice lines While in a grapple âYOU canât hurt meâ âYour not my friendâ âNan Nan was right about youâ âI promise it wonât hurtâ âStop it hurtsâ âStop kickingâ âYou made me screams do itâ
âąVoice lines when they leave âPlease donât tell on meâ âNo sobbing Iâll be your friends I promiseâ âMy brother heâll get you backâ âHow dare youâ âNan Nan wont like thisâ âPretty please some backâ âpure screamâ
âąVoice lines when she sees cook âYou know bestâ âIs Nan Nan mad with me?â âDonât worry weâll get themâ âThis is so much funâ âIâll find them for you I promiseâ âMy teddy will find themâ
âąVoice lines when she sees hitchhiker âPlace your trapa for meâ âYour more skinny then meâ âCan you show me your pictures pretty please?â âCan I try your camera?â âI love headcheeseâ âCan you help me out a bitâ
âąVoice lines when she sees leatherface âmocking his gruntsâ âDoes it hurt?â âStab them with itâ âLittle harsh?â âShouldnât you be helping!?â âOkeyy brother I know you knowâ âBreakthrough the doorsâ âCan I touch?â
âąVoice lines when see sees Nancy âNan Nan!â âCan I keep one?â âEven dead would be fineâ âWhy canât I be in chargeâ âI promise Nan Nan I wont let them leaveâ âDonât hit me againâ âsobbing Iâm doing my bestâ âI like the new dress Nan Nanâ âDoes Johnny like to play?â
âąvoice lines when she sees sissy âSis can you teach me?â âCan I see it?â âIs poison fun?â âCan I lick itâ âMen are dumbâ âCan I ask you something?â âI love keeping eyes in my secret boxâ âI can show youâ âI like one but nan nan wont let me keep himâ âHeâs so pretty can you tell Nam Nan that I can keep him? I really want to be his friendâ
âąvoice lines when she sees Johnny âSo many scarsâ âHow do you do it?â âSo can I show you something?â âDid Nan Nan ever hit you?â âIâm sorry Iâm always asking questionsâ âWhy did Nan Nan let you keep one?â âPlease tell her to let meâ âdo you like to play?â âIâll help you find themâ âCan I test your knife?â âCan you help me convince her?â
âąher looks Sheâs small and slender with a Grey dull dress she wears, with a huge birthmark in her nose that sticks out, blond hair with blood stains almost permanently dried in her hair. Sheâs 5, 3 in hight. Her shoes have sharp spikes Sticking out from the front.
âąshe has two kill animations Topic toes, is her first animation where she kicks the victim legs legs making them fall over, she proceeds to kick their necks once making them bleed, she leans close to their face and pats their foreheads as she stabs their chest.
Helping out, She Jumps onto the victims back and sticks onto them, with her hand she shoves the knife into their neck, the victim falls into the ground with her, with her saying âIâm so sorry for thisâ as she drops a red rose on their back.
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2024.05.11 23:23 Raty_cleetus New family member idea (no art)
Challa sawyer description: Sheâs the youngest of the family who loves to talk to the the victims while Mocking them, she plays around with her victims and slowly hurts them mentally and physically. as she learned from Hitchhiker who leaned from the best, she knows her way around Knives. Her favorite victim is Sonny as she was able to talk to him about her Fantasies and Desires of Murdering.
âąAs the youngest sheâs fast and has lots of energy to spare into this situation, she can go under Crawl spaces pretty quickly but canât fit through Gaps that well.
âąWhile in a Grapple she hangs onto the victims legs tightly Biting and and Sticking her nails deep into their skin to hold tight.
âąIf she loses, the victims shake their legs dropping her onto the ground as she gets stunned from the fall
âąIf she wins, he will make them fall over, and she gets on top of the victim as she stabs their face repeatedly for a few seconds.
âąBase Savagery is 15
âąBase Harvesting 25
âąBase Endurance 30
âąfamily Focus is 5 percent better automatically and while on She can see the Outline of a victim in a radius of 15 feet, even through walls and bushes. (In Her ability skill tree the radius can be increased)
âąToy teddy is her beloved Stuffed Animal, she uses it to creep and spy, she can place it down and any victim in a radius of 10 feet will be highlighted, she even gets a notification To alert her (Highlighting can be acquired in the middle of her ability tree in level 2)
âąshe can open and close Crawl Spaces like doors easily and quickly to trap unsuspecting victim, with her Killer aura being pretty small compared to the other family members, so she can able to sneak up.
âąVoice lines while in chase âYour my favorite weird cacklingâ âYou said you wouldnât Leaveâ âIâll convince them to keep you⊠I promiseâ âIf keep running heavy breathing Iâll have to hurt youâ âWe can be friends stop runningâ âIâll tell my brother on youâ âNan nan would never let you leaveâ âGrandpa Crocodile tears Please help us outâ âBrother help me heavy panting Pretty pleaseâ âYou made me hurt youâ
âąVoice lines While in a grapple âYOU canât hurt meâ âYour not my friendâ âNan Nan was right about youâ âI promise it wonât hurtâ âStop it hurtsâ âStop kickingâ âYou made me screams do itâ
âąVoice lines when they leave âPlease donât tell on meâ âNo sobbing Iâll be your friends I promiseâ âMy brother heâll get you backâ âHow dare youâ âNan Nan wont like thisâ âPretty please some backâ âpure screamâ
âąVoice lines when she sees cook âYou know bestâ âIs Nan Nan mad with me?â âDonât worry weâll get themâ âThis is so much funâ âIâll find them for you I promiseâ âMy teddy will find themâ
âąVoice lines when she sees hitchhiker âPlace your trapa for meâ âYour more skinny then meâ âCan you show me your pictures pretty please?â âCan I try your camera?â âI love headcheeseâ âCan you help me out a bitâ
âąVoice lines when she sees leatherface âmocking his gruntsâ âDoes it hurt?â âStab them with itâ âLittle harsh?â âShouldnât you be helping!?â âOkeyy brother I know you knowâ âBreakthrough the doorsâ âCan I touch?â
âąVoice lines when see sees Nancy âNan Nan!â âCan I keep one?â âEven dead would be fineâ âWhy canât I be in chargeâ âI promise Nan Nan I wont let them leaveâ âDonât hit me againâ âsobbing Iâm doing my bestâ âI like the new dress Nan Nanâ âDoes Johnny like to play?â
âąvoice lines when she sees sissy âSis can you teach me?â âCan I see it?â âIs poison fun?â âCan I lick itâ âMen are dumbâ âCan I ask you something?â âI love keeping eyes in my secret boxâ âI can show youâ âI like one but nan nan wont let me keep himâ âHeâs so pretty can you tell Nam Nan that I can keep him? I really want to be his friendâ
âąvoice lines when she sees Johnny âSo many scarsâ âHow do you do it?â âSo can I show you something?â âDid Nan Nan ever hit you?â âIâm sorry Iâm always asking questionsâ âWhy did Nan Nan let you keep one?â âPlease tell her to let meâ âdo you like to play?â âIâll help you find themâ âCan I test your knife?â âCan you help me convince her?â
âąher looks Sheâs small and slender with a Grey dull dress she wears, with a huge birthmark in her nose that sticks out, blond hair with blood stains almost permanently dried in her hair. Sheâs 5, 3 in hight. Her shoes have sharp spikes Sticking out from the front.
âąshe has two kill animations Topic toes, is her first animation where she kicks the victim legs legs making them fall over, she proceeds to kick their necks once making them bleed, she leans close to their face and pats their foreheads as she stabs their chest.
Helping out, She Jumps onto the victims back and sticks onto them, with her hand she shoves the knife into their neck, the victim falls into the ground with her, with her saying âIâm so sorry for thisâ as she drops a red rose on their back.
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2024.05.11 17:50 deblforduk Austin and Riley Part 18
I've had problems posting this part. I think Reddit rejecting it becuase of the pix, whcih can be seen on my reddit site or my website.
Hopefully this will work out! Deborah Ford
18
Now, hotwives and sissies never put themselves into the hefty shoes of Bulls. Each taking it for granted that dominant males do what they do effortlessly and with little thought.
However, the Bullâs authoritarian desires that are on constant alert, forever watching for any challenge to their position in the household, remaining only relaxed when the hot wife and dumb cuck know their positions in his life. There must be no tiresome challenges to their authority.
To achieve this, they have their strategies which the more experienced Bulls like Corbyn have polished to perfection.
You will recall that Riley, the hotwife, and Austin, the sissy cuck are dressed in matching black frilly basques, stockings and high heels. In the previous episode, the Bull, had ordered them to remove their sexy tight mesh panties to make a painfully, humbling point to his playthings.
You will also recall that following the threat of being made to lie out of the window and have a caning so harsh that Austinâs screaming would bring the neighbours out to investigate, Austin had knuckled under and obeyed the Bull. This of course wasnât satisfying for Corbin as he now had an itch to humiliate and control further the sissy cuck.
The Bull had ordered the two âgirlsâ onto the bed, and they both, crawled up the sheets to lay face up, looking at him awaiting their next instruction.
With a grin, Corbin began to disrobe. His thick cock was already painfully erect in his pants, and he knew how both his toys would react to seeing the revealed weapon.
Austin was fully aware how his wife couldnât keep her eyes from the hunk. In fact, her mouth hung agape, and her eyes barely blinked as each item of clothing was shed with that arrogant shit eating grin of Corbinâs.
As the muscular Corbin finally finished his disrobing by pushing down his boxers, with his eyes fixed on Riley, his huge member, finally freed, leapt up, as if on a spring, flicking silvery precum into the air like a shower.
Austin heard his wife growl with sexual need as the painful memory of his member being compared to Corbinâs hit his mind like a brick. He recalled how his wife had cum as soon as Corbin entered her and seemed to cum endlessly thereafter. Yet, when the bull directed him to make love to his wife, he couldnât feel her, and she never physically responded to any of his efforts. Rather, she actually just chatted idly to Corbin about nothing in particular as Austin made every derisory effort to make some sort of impact on her.
The bed seemed to sink as Corbin clambered up it towards Riley, whose one stockinged leg, bent at the knee as if ready accommodate the Bull. Her hands rose up to his naked, taut shoulders and her back arched accommodatingly as her lover took his position at her pussy.
Knowing his size can cause discomfort and even turn women off, Corbin pressed in slowly, but as usual, Riley immediately moaned, her eyes closed, and she gripped his body with needy arms.
As he pressed home she came instantly.
Austin gasped almost as loudly as his wife. His own little member filling the steel chastity cage Corbin had bought for him and so cruelly locked on to his penis.
Losing count of the number of times his wife came, Austin was so turned on that he pressed his fingers against his exposed chastity cage and rubbed hard.
When Corbin finally pulled back out of his slutâs cunt, leaving a long golden trail of goo, Riley moaned, bucked and finally lay still, her breasts rising and falling through the basque as she caught her breath.
Corbinâs self satisfied smile froze as he caught sight of the foolish cuck trying to wank.
âWhat you doing, sissy boy?â
Having been caned not long before, with his bottom still raw, a fearful wide-eyed Austin mumbled, âNothing. No. Sorry. Sir. I ⊠. I âŠâ
The smile was now gone from the Bullâs features, replaced by a hard intimidating glare.
âDonât recall you asking permission to play with your boy pussy.â
Austin felt his eyes become hot. He knew tears werenât far away.
He looked pleadingly at his wife, âMistress!â
Riley smiled, placed her palm on her hubbyâs hot cheek. âAw.â She looked up at her Bull, âShe didnât mean it, Sir. Iâm sure.â
He glanced down at the slut, his eyes unblinking, âYou make sure your maid asks you for everything. You donât want her taking the initiative. Not any time. They become a pain in the arse to control then.â
Riley nodded. âOh, Sir. No. Of course not!â She turned to look at her terrified maid, looking so hot, cute and helpless, âApologise to Sir for not asking permission to masturbate.â
Now the tears came. Full on sissy tears of helpless rage. âBut Mistress. I cannot play with myself. Sir has me locked up down there and I feel so in need. Please. Please.â His wet eyes rose from his mistress to his Sir. âPlease, Sir. I really need to cum. Really.â
A sympathetic Riley said, âSir, perhaps you can allow it, this once. She does try to be good.â
Corbin was unimpressed. âTries to be good? You mean like using my Christian name and then pleading with you to lie about her naughtiness? You mean like her trying to play with herself without asking?â
The wife felt hurt, as if her maidâs misbehaviour was somehow her fault. She felt her maidâs actions reflected badly on her, perhaps the way a mother may feel when her child is playing up amongst other children.
âMaid! Tell Sir how sorry you are.â
Austin had learnt over the last week that his once placid wife could turn in a brief moment into this tough dominatrix. Yet, it still shocked him. He recognised the change in her face, the narrowing of the eyes, the hardening of the lips. He easily recognised the chillingly cold tone she used when about to threaten him.
Yet still he felt that foolish sissy urge to rebel. To seek to reassert himself, despite wearing stockings, basque, light make up, heels and his new pixie hair style.
Apologise to Sir! To the man who had changed his relationship with his wife, from husband to maid? The dreadful bully who had locked his member into a tungsten chastity cage and not yet released him? The man who effortlessly made his wife cum. And perhaps worse, the man to whom his adorable wife now looked up to as the dominant male of the household.
âMistress, please âŠâ
Her look became darker, and Austin closed his wet eyes, fully aware of the inevitability of what now followed.
âSir, I am so sorry I, erm, well, I didnât seek your permission before I played with myself.â
The pitiful husbandâs gut turned over at the shame of his actions.
Riley dropped her hand onto the sweaty, hard chest of her lover. âThere, Sir. The maidâs apologised.â
Again, Sir wasnât impressed, and Riley felt concern trouble her as Sir sarcastically laughed.
âYou think the maid apologised without even looking at me? Yeh? You reckon she can close her eyes and say shit without even thinking about it? I need to see remorse!â
Riley was furious with her maid for making her look bad in her loverâs eyes. She twisted her body so she was facing her shocked maid.
âMaid!â The wife said, barely moving her lips, âApologise to Sir this instant. And have the good grace to look at him when you are doing it. I want to see you being genuinely remorseful!â
This was too much. Shouldnât his Mistress support him against this bully of a man?
âMistress, I âŠâ She only had to raise her eyebrows for Austin to sigh and nod. Defeat was becoming easier and easier for the sissy to accept as his avenues for rebelling grew ever smaller.
Through his tearful eyes, Sir was a blur, which made it a little easier. Yet, even though he could barely discern Sirâs eyes, Austin was sickened at the humiliation. The man he most hated in the world was expecting an apology and he knew he had to deliver it.
Shame made him shake as he said, âSir, please. I am so sorry for my naughtiness today.â How it stung to use the word naughtiness, as if he were a mere child in their presence. âPlease forgive me.â
Both Riley and her Hubbie held their breaths as they studied Corbin for his reaction.
Finally, as if feeling that was the best he could expect, Corbin said, âAll right.â
Riley giggled with relief, feeling that somehow, she was victorious. Her maid had complied to her lover under her instructions.
Her hubby simply let himself be swallowed by the blankets on the bed, shame immobilizing him.
The bull kissed his slut on her forehead, making her grin and said, âJust give your maid six swats with the cane and Iâll consider the matter closed.â
Austinâs eyes flashed open with disbelief. The cane?
Riley relaxed and smiled. âYes, Sir. You are so good to my maid.â
She pulled up her self up, gripped his strong shoulders and kissed him rapidly around his cheeks and mouth. Her arousal flared up again. She needed him inside her.
Corbin knew what she wanted and understood how denying her would ensure her acquiescence to his whims.
As of course, the dumb sissy cuckâs denial by being locked in chastity enhanced his submission.
His strategy was working effortlessly.
âYou need to deal with your maid first,â he announced.
Austin couldnât believe this was happening. He had already been caned. By both of them!
He desperately wanted to speak up, but he feared the reaction of the dominant Bull. He was learning, as sissies do, sometimes quickly, sometimes punishingly slowly, that a sissy does not mess with real men.
Desperately needing the thick cock inside her, Riley spoke to her maid with a tremor of impatience, âWhat are you waiting for? You heard Sir. Fetch your cane.â
This was so unfair!
Riley slid from the bed, feeling his basque tighten around his waist as his heels stood on the carpet.
Once he had handed his Mistress the cane he awaited her next instruction.
Wondering whether to beat him over the chair as she had done previously under the tutelage of her Master, she felt a need to impress Corbin. She would demonstrate she had her own initiative.
She knelt up on the bed as her lover released his hold on his slut.
âMaid. Face down on the quilt. Now!â
Seeing his pitiful, helpless frown, she felt empathy for her defeated hubby, but it was more important to impress Sir than to placate her maid. She could always do that later.
This was outrageous, Austin thought as he slid up the bed, feeling his sexy garb slide erotically on the smooth sheets.
Though embarrassing to have his naked buttocks exposed to his wife and her Bull whilst awaiting punishment, like all true sissies, Austin felt the stirring of sexual urges. It was a tickly warm feeling in his tummy that led to his dick filling the small tungsten cage that Sir had locked him in.
Though the six swipes of the cane stung away his stimulation, it quickly returned as his Mistress threw the cane to the floor and twisted to grin at her lover awaiting his praise.
She was perplexed to see Corbin ignore her and pat her maidâs red striped bottom. She noticed the various colours emerging around the welts, blues, pinks and angry purples.
âMaid,â Corbin said.
Fearful of being slow in responding, Austin rolled onto his side looking up at the dominant male. It was as is if the man filled their bedroom with his dark presence.
âSir?â His eyes were like blue traffic lights as his panic overwhelmed him. Had he done something wrong?
âMaid?â Corbin repeated, all at ease and relaxed, the man in charge. âDo you want permission to cum?â
God, was this some dreadful trap. Of course he wanted to cum! Austin flashed his false eyelashes at his Mistress, in the hope of being helped with the answer.
Riley was furious. âWell, answer Sir. He has asked you a question!â
Curling his stockinged legs beneath himself, Austin knelt up and whispered, âWell, yes Sir.â Fearing he might appear forward, he smartly added, âI mean, if that is okay. I mean okay with you. Oh, no. If it is all right with you and Mistress.â
He gripped the sheets in his little fists as he glanced nervously away from the Bull, desperate to hear what he was about to say.
He heard Corbin words, âWhat do you think Slut? You think sheâs learned her lesson.â
Kissing Sir on his bristled cheeks, she replied excitedly. âYes, Sir. Sheâs pretty good most of the time. Shall I unlock her, or will you?â
Austin noticed how effortless it was for his wife to see him as a âherâ. It gave him pangs of unease, yet at the same time added to his arousal.
The naked, hairy hunk clambered off the bed and made his way to his mysterious large sports bag. The one Austin was not permitted to even look inside.
âNa,â the Bull said casually, âThere wonât be any need to unlock her useless little peanut.â
Austin knelt up on the bed, his fingers to his lips. How could he cum if he wasnât to be released?
Bent over so that Riley could study her loverâs hot, tight arse, Corbin continued, âIn fact, once Iâve finished training her, she wonât ever need to be unlocked, save for cleaning.â
Riley giggled. Wow, wouldnât that be amazing. Keeping her hubby locked away and submissive and in need. She would be so much in control!
The dominant male unzipped the bag and pulled out a device, which made Riley catch her breath and draw her hands up over her mouth.
As the Bull turned around, so the dumb cuck of a maid caught sight of the mysterious object.
He two placed the fingers of both hands over his lips, making the wife and her sissy look sexily alike, like bookends. This amused Corbin.
He laughed. This was going to be mega fun.18
Now, hotwives and sissies never put themselves into the hefty shoes of Bulls. Each taking it for granted that dominant males do what they do effortlessly and with little thought.
However, the Bullâs authoritarian desires that are on constant alert, forever watching for any challenge to their position in the household, remaining only relaxed when the hot wife and dumb cuck know their positions in his life. There must be no tiresome challenges to their authority.
To achieve this, they have their strategies which the more experienced Bulls like Corbyn have polished to perfection.
You will recall that Riley, the hotwife, and Austin, the sissy cuck are dressed in matching black frilly basques, stockings and high heels. In the previous episode, the Bull, had ordered them to remove their sexy tight mesh panties to make a painfully, humbling point to his playthings.
You will also recall that following the threat of being made to lie out of the window and have a caning so harsh that Austinâs screaming would bring the neighbours out to investigate, Austin had knuckled under and obeyed the Bull. This of course wasnât satisfying for Corbin as he now had an itch to humiliate and control further the sissy cuck.
The Bull had ordered the two âgirlsâ onto the bed, and they both, crawled up the sheets to lay face up, looking at him awaiting their next instruction.
With a grin, Corbin began to disrobe. His thick cock was already painfully erect in his pants, and he knew how both his toys would react to seeing the revealed weapon.
Austin was fully aware how his wife couldnât keep her eyes from the hunk. In fact, her mouth hung agape, and her eyes barely blinked as each item of clothing was shed with that arrogant shit eating grin of Corbinâs.
As the muscular Corbin finally finished his disrobing by pushing down his boxers, with his eyes fixed on Riley, his huge member, finally freed, leapt up, as if on a spring, flicking silvery precum into the air like a shower.
Austin heard his wife growl with sexual need as the painful memory of his member being compared to Corbinâs hit his mind like a brick. He recalled how his wife had cum as soon as Corbin entered her and seemed to cum endlessly thereafter. Yet, when the bull directed him to make love to his wife, he couldnât feel her, and she never physically responded to any of his efforts. Rather, she actually just chatted idly to Corbin about nothing in particular as Austin made every derisory effort to make some sort of impact on her.
The bed seemed to sink as Corbin clambered up it towards Riley, whose one stockinged leg, bent at the knee as if ready accommodate the Bull. Her hands rose up to his naked, taut shoulders and her back arched accommodatingly as her lover took his position at her pussy.
Knowing his size can cause discomfort and even turn women off, Corbin pressed in slowly, but as usual, Riley immediately moaned, her eyes closed, and she gripped his body with needy arms.
As he pressed home she came instantly.
Austin gasped almost as loudly as his wife. His own little member filling the steel chastity cage Corbin had bought for him and so cruelly locked on to his penis.
Losing count of the number of times his wife came, Austin was so turned on that he pressed his fingers against his exposed chastity cage and rubbed hard.
When Corbin finally pulled back out of his slutâs cunt, leaving a long golden trail of goo, Riley moaned, bucked and finally lay still, her breasts rising and falling through the basque as she caught her breath.
Corbinâs self satisfied smile froze as he caught sight of the foolish cuck trying to wank.
âWhat you doing, sissy boy?â
Having been caned not long before, with his bottom still raw, a fearful wide-eyed Austin mumbled, âNothing. No. Sorry. Sir. I ⊠. I âŠâ
The smile was now gone from the Bullâs features, replaced by a hard intimidating glare.
âDonât recall you asking permission to play with your boy pussy.â
Austin felt his eyes become hot. He knew tears werenât far away.
He looked pleadingly at his wife, âMistress!â
Riley smiled, placed her palm on her hubbyâs hot cheek. âAw.â She looked up at her Bull, âShe didnât mean it, Sir. Iâm sure.â
He glanced down at the slut, his eyes unblinking, âYou make sure your maid asks you for everything. You donât want her taking the initiative. Not any time. They become a pain in the arse to control then.â
Riley nodded. âOh, Sir. No. Of course not!â She turned to look at her terrified maid, looking so hot, cute and helpless, âApologise to Sir for not asking permission to masturbate.â
Now the tears came. Full on sissy tears of helpless rage. âBut Mistress. I cannot play with myself. Sir has me locked up down there and I feel so in need. Please. Please.â His wet eyes rose from his mistress to his Sir. âPlease, Sir. I really need to cum. Really.â
A sympathetic Riley said, âSir, perhaps you can allow it, this once. She does try to be good.â
Corbin was unimpressed. âTries to be good? You mean like using my Christian name and then pleading with you to lie about her naughtiness? You mean like her trying to play with herself without asking?â
The wife felt hurt, as if her maidâs misbehaviour was somehow her fault. She felt her maidâs actions reflected badly on her, perhaps the way a mother may feel when her child is playing up amongst other children.
âMaid! Tell Sir how sorry you are.â
Austin had learnt over the last week that his once placid wife could turn in a brief moment into this tough dominatrix. Yet, it still shocked him. He recognised the change in her face, the narrowing of the eyes, the hardening of the lips. He easily recognised the chillingly cold tone she used when about to threaten him.
Yet still he felt that foolish sissy urge to rebel. To seek to reassert himself, despite wearing stockings, basque, light make up, heels and his new pixie hair style.
Apologise to Sir! To the man who had changed his relationship with his wife, from husband to maid? The dreadful bully who had locked his member into a tungsten chastity cage and not yet released him? The man who effortlessly made his wife cum. And perhaps worse, the man to whom his adorable wife now looked up to as the dominant male of the household.
âMistress, please âŠâ
Her look became darker, and Austin closed his wet eyes, fully aware of the inevitability of what now followed.
âSir, I am so sorry I, erm, well, I didnât seek your permission before I played with myself.â
The pitiful husbandâs gut turned over at the shame of his actions.
Riley dropped her hand onto the sweaty, hard chest of her lover. âThere, Sir. The maidâs apologised.â
Again, Sir wasnât impressed, and Riley felt concern trouble her as Sir sarcastically laughed.
âYou think the maid apologised without even looking at me? Yeh? You reckon she can close her eyes and say shit without even thinking about it? I need to see remorse!â
Riley was furious with her maid for making her look bad in her loverâs eyes. She twisted her body so she was facing her shocked maid.
âMaid!â The wife said, barely moving her lips, âApologise to Sir this instant. And have the good grace to look at him when you are doing it. I want to see you being genuinely remorseful!â
This was too much. Shouldnât his Mistress support him against this bully of a man?
âMistress, I âŠâ She only had to raise her eyebrows for Austin to sigh and nod. Defeat was becoming easier and easier for the sissy to accept as his avenues for rebelling grew ever smaller.
Through his tearful eyes, Sir was a blur, which made it a little easier. Yet, even though he could barely discern Sirâs eyes, Austin was sickened at the humiliation. The man he most hated in the world was expecting an apology and he knew he had to deliver it.
Shame made him shake as he said, âSir, please. I am so sorry for my naughtiness today.â How it stung to use the word naughtiness, as if he were a mere child in their presence. âPlease forgive me.â
Both Riley and her Hubbie held their breaths as they studied Corbin for his reaction.
Finally, as if feeling that was the best he could expect, Corbin said, âAll right.â
Riley giggled with relief, feeling that somehow, she was victorious. Her maid had complied to her lover under her instructions.
Her hubby simply let himself be swallowed by the blankets on the bed, shame immobilizing him.
The bull kissed his slut on her forehead, making her grin and said, âJust give your maid six swats with the cane and Iâll consider the matter closed.â
Austinâs eyes flashed open with disbelief. The cane?
Riley relaxed and smiled. âYes, Sir. You are so good to my maid.â
She pulled up her self up, gripped his strong shoulders and kissed him rapidly around his cheeks and mouth. Her arousal flared up again. She needed him inside her.
Corbin knew what she wanted and understood how denying her would ensure her acquiescence to his whims.
As of course, the dumb sissy cuckâs denial by being locked in chastity enhanced his submission.
His strategy was working effortlessly.
âYou need to deal with your maid first,â he announced.
Austin couldnât believe this was happening. He had already been caned. By both of them!
He desperately wanted to speak up, but he feared the reaction of the dominant Bull. He was learning, as sissies do, sometimes quickly, sometimes punishingly slowly, that a sissy does not mess with real men.
Desperately needing the thick cock inside her, Riley spoke to her maid with a tremor of impatience, âWhat are you waiting for? You heard Sir. Fetch your cane.â
This was so unfair!
Riley slid from the bed, feeling his basque tighten around his waist as his heels stood on the carpet.
Once he had handed his Mistress the cane he awaited her next instruction.
Wondering whether to beat him over the chair as she had done previously under the tutelage of her Master, she felt a need to impress Corbin. She would demonstrate she had her own initiative.
She knelt up on the bed as her lover released his hold on his slut.
âMaid. Face down on the quilt. Now!â
Seeing his pitiful, helpless frown, she felt empathy for her defeated hubby, but it was more important to impress Sir than to placate her maid. She could always do that later.
This was outrageous, Austin thought as he slid up the bed, feeling his sexy garb slide erotically on the smooth sheets.
Though embarrassing to have his naked buttocks exposed to his wife and her Bull whilst awaiting punishment, like all true sissies, Austin felt the stirring of sexual urges. It was a tickly warm feeling in his tummy that led to his dick filling the small tungsten cage that Sir had locked him in.
Though the six swipes of the cane stung away his stimulation, it quickly returned as his Mistress threw the cane to the floor and twisted to grin at her lover awaiting his praise.
She was perplexed to see Corbin ignore her and pat her maidâs red striped bottom. She noticed the various colours emerging around the welts, blues, pinks and angry purples.
âMaid,â Corbin said.
Fearful of being slow in responding, Austin rolled onto his side looking up at the dominant male. It was as is if the man filled their bedroom with his dark presence.
âSir?â His eyes were like blue traffic lights as his panic overwhelmed him. Had he done something wrong?
âMaid?â Corbin repeated, all at ease and relaxed, the man in charge. âDo you want permission to cum?â
God, was this some dreadful trap. Of course he wanted to cum! Austin flashed his false eyelashes at his Mistress, in the hope of being helped with the answer.
Riley was furious. âWell, answer Sir. He has asked you a question!â
Curling his stockinged legs beneath himself, Austin knelt up and whispered, âWell, yes Sir.â Fearing he might appear forward, he smartly added, âI mean, if that is okay. I mean okay with you. Oh, no. If it is all right with you and Mistress.â
He gripped the sheets in his little fists as he glanced nervously away from the Bull, desperate to hear what he was about to say.
He heard Corbin words, âWhat do you think Slut? You think sheâs learned her lesson.â
Kissing Sir on his bristled cheeks, she replied excitedly. âYes, Sir. Sheâs pretty good most of the time. Shall I unlock her, or will you?â
Austin noticed how effortless it was for his wife to see him as a âherâ. It gave him pangs of unease, yet at the same time added to his arousal.
The naked, hairy hunk clambered off the bed and made his way to his mysterious large sports bag. The one Austin was not permitted to even look inside.
âNa,â the Bull said casually, âThere wonât be any need to unlock her useless little peanut.â
Austin knelt up on the bed, his fingers to his lips. How could he cum if he wasnât to be released?
Bent over so that Riley could study her loverâs hot, tight arse, Corbin continued, âIn fact, once Iâve finished training her, she wonât ever need to be unlocked, save for cleaning.â
Riley giggled. Wow, wouldnât that be amazing. Keeping her hubby locked away and submissive and in need. She would be so much in control!
The dominant male unzipped the bag and pulled out a device, which made Riley catch her breath and draw her hands up over her mouth.
As the Bull turned around, so the dumb cuck of a maid caught sight of the mysterious object.
He two placed the fingers of both hands over his lips, making the wife and her sissy look sexily alike, like bookends. This amused Corbin.
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2024.05.09 20:09 HotCartographer5239 New costume concepts for Family
Derby Nancy- a derby hat for Nancy, maybe she likes Horse racing or something
News boy Cook- cook with suspenders + flat cap
Hippy sissy- Sissy with a a very colorful dress and Hippy glasses
Uncle Sam nubbins- hitchehiker with an Uncle Sam shirt because of his twin, chop top in the Vietnam war.
Farmer Johnny- Johnny with a Farmhat
Leather worker Bubba- Bubba with a Brown apron, And cow skin clothing on.
Bonus idea: Summer sissy: Sunhat sissy with a dress that says something along the lines of âFun in the sandâ or something like that.
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2024.05.09 09:48 a_certain_wannabe Could I be a trans?
Possible MtF here, some possible signs are listed below:
- I always have a resistance to short boyish hair, and it is not just a sensory issue(I am autistic), and I feel hurt and insulted more if family members praise me for having such a hairstyle. I get horrified by the idea of getting a head shave or a buzzcut and a shaved head or a buzzcut is a very conventionally masculine hairstyle. (fortunately never really got one though). I think I just want long hair no matter what lol.
- I play dress-up games. I once saw classmates playing a dress-up flash game during a computer class in middle school, then I tried to get the same game for my computer, and later I started to get more dress-up games to play.
- I don't socialize well with people in general, but I always prefer to get along with girls and tend to get along with girls better.
- Feminism as a concept seems rather natural to me, and I only realized very recently that a lot of straight males fail to see from the perspective of females, no matter the education level they have attained.
- Instead, I find it hard to understand the thoughts of certain straight cis males...especially incels, and I always had problems with men's talk(I seem to defy the extreme male brain hypothesis as an autistic person lol).
- I never developed an interest in sports, either playing or watching them, and I have a younger brother who eventually developed an interest in watching sports.
- I never did well in physical education classes and did not take parts in activities in such classes much.
- I seem to care about my weight more and I want to be thin.(and stereotypical males don't care or want to be physically strong)
- I also lack interest in competition in general and once rejected a chance to take a competition in physics in high school(I excelled in math and science back then.)
- I also lack interest in many other stereotypically masculine interests like driving cars, riding motorcycles, or collecting Gundam models.
- I seem to not identify with the male protagonists and I seem to prefer to read something featuring a female protagonist or a protagonist that suddenly became a female overnight.
- I dislike the presence of males when watching NSFW things.
- I once tried to write something, and when writing something NSFW, I have a preference for writing a female protagonist from a first-person perspective.
- I asked my mother what if I were born as a girl at least twice, and I also once said something like "I want to be a girl" after a school club activity in high school. I also once imagined waking up as a girl I think.
- I never became dominant or assertive and did not do leading much, nor did I have much interest in them.
- When in university, I once tried to castrate myself by binding my balls to have them fall off after days, though my reason back then was trying to control my sex drive.
- I only learned to use swear words when I was like 11 or 12 years old, and stopped using them in speech after losing the sense of novelty and such I guess.
- When playing LEGO, I have certain interests in playing the female LEGO figurines.
- When using the internet, I found that I like being seen as a girl and I am reluctant to the idea of coming out as a male at birth when being online. And I still have a preference for interacting with females(and MtF and sissy males) online as sisters and such, and I like being called "sis" instead of "bro" by online friends.
- When playing games, I have a preference for playing female characters, even if the design is not sexualized(and I prefer non-sexualized outfits on female characters)
- I don't like competitive video games against other players much either; instead, I seem to play games like The Sims series(it's a more detailed version of dollhouses) more and always try to beautify my female sims.
- I cried when being spanked and such when younger.
- I have read some Shoujo manga.
- I wanted a gift for girls when the teacher or a classmate wanted to give every child in the class a gift that comes along with a pack of chocolate.
- I don't get it when some people, especially males, show hate towards children or child things.
- When joining school clubs, I never joined anything related to sports.
- I have liked to draw girls since middle school, and I disliked it when classmates "added" some "sex" elements to them. I recently also drew a self-character...as a girl, though not taking a stereotypically feminine role.
- There's an overrepresentation of LGBT+ people among participants of one of my main and artistic interests.
- I wanted a little sister when I was little, but maybe it is not relevant.
- My score in sex role tests are undifferentiated or feminine, never got masculine.
- In recent years I got more thoughts of becoming a female, and yes I do want to be like certain girls in arts and also be like certain females who are internet personalities...and recently also started reading something about transition and such.
- I did the online gender dysphoria test and found that my score already hit the "strongly indicative of dysphoria" range recently...
- I feel I look creepy and don't really want to try to cross-dress as of now though.
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2024.05.08 11:26 bombaboo best girl uniform to cross dress in?
Iâm a closet sissy myself, been buying numerous school girl uniform to dress in in the past few years, my favourite is definitely CHIJâs, the thought it being a girl school turns me on so much, how about u girls? What are your thoughts?
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2024.05.07 05:15 MyTransResearch AGAMPs, what do you want for your life?
AGAMP: an autosexual attraction for male feminization (per my own thinking/research/polls), also conceptualized as both "partial autogynephilia" or an "ETII for shemales" (per Blanchard).
AGP: an autosexual attraction for being a woman
MtF: an unselfaware AGP
HSTS: Homosexual Transsexual
Your Life: The goal(s) for your sexual orientation, like transition, repression, feminization, monogamy, polyamory, psuedobisexuality, heterosexuality, activism, traditionalism, apoliticalism, etc.
While the common pathways for AGPs/MtFs/HSTS are widely discussed online, there seems to be little discussion about pathways for self-identified AGAMPs.
Based on my own polls, AGAMPs generally want to "feminize" themselves rather than "transition" into a woman, which is generally going to lessen the need for SRS, Passing, Pronouns, Female Identifcation, Political Activism, etc. I.E, our goals are generally going to be more simplisitc than AGPs (Maybe they are similar to HSTS?)
Here's what I would like for my own life:
-I would like to be a shemale (AGAMP)
-I would like to be a housewife (Masochism)
-I would like a male lover (Psuedobisexuality)
-I don't want to fully pass. This is part of the turn on for me, being a sissy. (MEF, likely)
-Cross-Dressing is my most important outlet, by far. I feel like clothes are transformative for me, I think more than anything else (Transvestic Fetishism, likely)
-If I get surgery, it will probably be as a compliment to my transvestism, to make myself more feminine so that my body looks more congruent when I crossdress. My anatomic indulgence would be having a huge ass. I would like huge breasts too (if I'm being honest), but that would require a huge commitment since they would blow my ability to go stealth.
-I have little interest in Western Trans-Activism, as I lack the desire to be regarded as a woman (bathroom, sports, pronouns, legal documents, etc).
-I'm more partial to Eastern ideas about male gender-nonconformity, i.e that we should make up a 3rd gender category rather than intermingling with ciswomen's sex-specific affairs.
-I don't see belonging to the 3rd gender or my sex differences as degrading. I love them, actually. They make me who I am and allow me to bring something different to a relationship. If anything, I could end up being a unique, exotic and sexy catch for a GAMP man that's crazy for me.
-I'm sort of a philosophical individualist. I feel like society can do what it wants with trans-issues. I just want to carve out a simple and quiet life for myself.
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2024.05.07 01:46 realCrystalVeeyant My Loving Mother - climax [forced trans][BDSM][incest]
THIS STORY BEGAN AS A BDSM-INCESTY STORY AND TURNED IT FORCED-TRANS! Dale hated his stepmom Helen and caught her cheating. He blackmailed her into becoming his sex slave. But soon he fell in love with her and maybe got her pregnant. Then Dad caught them, there was a struggle with a gun then ended with Dad dead. Dale and Helen fled to Mexico with Dad's millions to where Helen's stepmom lives in a mansion, which is where Helen force-transitioned Dale. Sound complicated? That's because it takes place over three parts. This is the final part of the story: Dale's new life as Mom's trans sex slave, Dalia. Here's part 3, where the story turns forced-trans: https://www.reddit.com/transgenderfantasy/comments/1cggg3a/my_loving_mother_forced_transbdsmincest/ My stepmomâs fist pistoned deeply up my asshole, grazing my prostate and making it ache harder with every thrust. Distractedly I felt my precum dripping down my erect cock, but I was too busy swallowing to pay close attention. My momâs Mexican stepmom kept emptying her bladder into my mouth.
Iâd been tricked and kidnapped by my stepmom, Helen, enslaved and force-transitioned from a twenty-year-old dude into a hot-looking, big-titted shemale. We were deep in Mexico, living in a compound that would have cost ten-million-dollars back in Los Angeles. Worst of all, she had framed me for my own fatherâs murder after sheâd stolen all his money, so even if I escaped I couldnât go back to the USA.
And worst of all? I didnât know why, but I loved the way it felt, both Mom fisting my ass and her mom peeing down my throat. I guess that since I was trapped in my slavery, my only option was to surrender to it and learn to love it. Second worst was that, despite what Mom had done to me, I was still in love with her.
I wanted her to be proud of her son: the slutty shemale slave.
âThatâs it, baby,â Dolores cooed. âDrink the rest of your *abuelitaâ*s piss like a good girl. Mmmmm. Now lick my pussy nice and clean!â
I buried my tongue in the hot GMILFâs cuntal folds, excited to service the smoldering Latina beauty. And I wanted Mom to be pleased with what a good slave I was. I desperately wanted to have regular sex with her again. Or any kind of sex. There was nothing I wouldnât do for her.
âThatâs such a good girl, Dalia. Look back at Mommy.â
I turned my head as best I could in the stocks and regarded her with shining eyes. âYes, Mistress!â
âSo you love the nasty things your mommies are doing to you? You would gladly do whatever we said?â
âYes, Mistress!â
She paused fisting me and bent forward to kiss me. âPlease call me Mom or Mommy. I like that better.â
âYes, Mom!â
The relief of her slowly withdrawing fist from my ass triggered a P-gasm and made me spurt a huge glut. My Latina step-grandmother caught my load in her hand and fed it to me while Mom wiped the lube and anal juices from her hand and forearm.
âLetâs take a shower, baby, and I will tell you your future.â
Mom and I embraced and kissed deeply as the hot spray played on out tingling bodies. I loved how my new breasts crushed against hers. The day before, the idea of being a girl and having tits would have been foreign to me but now I loved this. Perhaps all the while Iâd jacked off to shemale porn some part of me fantasized of being a chick with a dick!
Mom soaped me while she spoke. âMy plans for you have changed, baby.â
âWhat do you mean, Mom?â
âDolores and I have done what we did to you before. Many times to various young men. Ten were sons of men we âmarried.â I had real affection for all those boys, but youâre the first I ever fell in love with.â She kissed me. âWhen you released me from slavery so soon, it showed character none of the others have.â
âI just loved you too much to keep you as my slave.â
She curled her hand around my cock. âAs you will soon see, my new daughter, the love between dominant and slave can be very intense. Usually we sell off the sissies and shemales weâve transitioned. Rich men and women who enjoy your kind.â She gripped it hard, making me wince. âBut I am keeping you for myself.â
Still locked onto my dick, she kissed me hard and raped my mouth with her tongue. When she was done, she forced me to my knees and told me to lick her asshole until she was satisfied. I was in heaven!
The next day began my intensive training in Femininity, cooking, maid service and Spanish. I also had the joy of being a dress-up doll for my stepmother, who seemed to relish just how girly she could make me look: sweet, sophisticated or slutty. I got massive boners as she showed me how sexy a girl I could be. At night I slept in a doggy bed at the foot of their bed. I jacked off, hearing them fuck every night.
After two weeks I could walk gracefully in four-inch heels all day while I cleaned their huge home, served them dinner, massaged them, and orally serviced them, which they both seemed to love. I could also now hold basic conversations in my new language.
âIt will come in very handy when you start your new job tomorrow afternoon,
mija,â Mom said using the endearing term for daughter.
The look in her eyes made me shiver. âWhat job,
Mami?â
It turned out on the adjacent property, my stepmom and her mom owned a high-end brothel for the wealthy residents in the region and any horny guy who could scrape together the equivalent of $500 USD for an hour. That was the minimum price to be with one of their whores, of which Iâd be one.
Dolores and Mom escorted me to a second-floor hallway when ten of the doors were painted lavender-purple. They explained these were the sissies and shemales, all of which they had transitioned.
âAnd in here is your room when youâre not serving us at home.â
It was big with a large bed and a closet filled with lingerie and fetishwear. The dresser held a variety of sex toys. Two easy chairs sat on the wall right next to the bed. Mom and her mom sat in them and told me to strip. Soon I stood naked in front of the bed.
âPut on a good show for your
Mamis,â Dolores said.
I wondered what she meant until the door opened a minute later. Eleven youngish, well-built Latinos sauntered into the room, all of them wearing shorts, jerseys and sports shoes. Most of them were very handsome. They all looked at me like a banquet.
âThis is our regional soccer team,â Helen said. âWeâve arranged this in appreciation of their efforts.â
âSheâs all yours, boys,â Dolores said.
They picked me up like a gym bag and deposited me in the middle of the mattress, doggy-style. Save for my frequent pegging by Helen and Dolores, my shemale ass was virgin when it came to man-cock. Iâd anticipated them getting a real dick for me at some point; just not eleven all at once! I was intensely glad. I spread my knees wide to provide total access to my asshole and wiggled my ass, whimpering for cock.
By now I knew enough Spanish so when the youngest and cutest of them said, âlook how the hot slut wants it,â I nodded my head and panted.
âAnyone can see that, Ernesto,â said his teammate. âYouâre the star player so you go first.â
âThere is lube on both nightstands,â Mom said.
âMy spit will be good enough,â Ernesto said. âYour bitch is so sexy I must taste her sexy pussy!â
I moaned at his hot tongue pressing into my asshole, but my sound of pleasure was cut off by an eight-inch dick pressing into my open mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, thrilled that not one man but eleven of them would take my cherry today.
I groaned in ecstasy as Ernestoâs dick slid deeply into my tranny cunt. I shoved my butt back against his thrusts, driving his dick even deeper into my hungry hole. Another of them crowded in by my face, so I alternated between sucking one, then another.
I lost track of time but eventually one of the guys fucking my mouth announced we was going to cum. Helen and Dolores came up to the bed so they could watch their tranny daughter take her first taste of semen.
âOpen wide,
mija,â Mom said. âMake your
Mamis proud.â
Thick, stringy jizz splattered onto my lips and tongue, jetted into the back of my mouth. The taste made me dizzy with lust as I swallowed it all and sucked the left of it out of his dick. The smell of cum filled the air, and thatâs when Ernesto seized my hips and shot his load up my ass.
âClean his cock, slave,â Mom announced and he pulled out of me.
Without hesitation I followed my mistress-momâs orders, eagerly sucking lube, cum and my own ass juices of his still-hard brown cock. The guy fucking my mouth moved around to take my ass and a new man poked his tool into my mouth.
It felt like for hours I sucked and fucked those rugged, hunky men while my stepmom and sexy step grandmother watched. The last guy to fuck me peed up my ass, then he smacked my butt with a big grin and got dressed with the rest of them. I lay on the bed, filled and covered with their hot, sticky seed.
Helen took a knee next to me on the bed. âI am so proud of you, my sweet Dalia. You were so sexy, so powerful taking on all those men. Do you know how perfect a girl you make?â
I looked up at her in adoration. âI love you, Mom.â
âI love you too, baby. Tell me the truth. Do you like being Dalia? You donât have to be her. âWe could stop giving you hormones and get a doctor to remove your breasts. Youâd still have a girlâs waist, butââ
âI love being Dalia. And I love being your slave. When we left America, I could never have imagined Iâd love all this, but now that I have, I want to stay a girl. And a sex slave.â
Dolores smiled down at me. âDidnât I tell you she would, baby? Our girl was born for this. Iâm glad you saw it.â
Mom stood and extended her hand. âCome with me, baby. Letâs get you cleaned up. Tonight you sleep in the bed with Mom and me.â
That night was like heaven. They took me into their bed where they lay together, fully nude. Mom and her stepmom were so gorgeous as a lesbian couple, like a pair of angels. They sat me up against the padded headboard and began to make love in front of me.
â
Mamis, you are so beautiful!â I gasped in perfect Spanish.
The sight of them deep-kissing, sucking each otherâs nipples, fingering their pussies and assholes, going down on each other got me so hard my dick did pushups. Finally when they included me in their lesbo tryst, I was mindless with lust.
âJust lie there and let us love you,
mija,â Dolores said.
For ten minutes they just kisses and caressed every inch of me except my cock. Mom breathed on the blood-swollen head of my cock a few times, making my boner rage even harder. It kept throbbing, lifting off my girlish tummy in time with my racing heart.
âI think she will cum too soon,â Helen said.
âYes, but I think she will stay hard if she does.â
âYou should do it, Mom,â Helen giggled. âFeed it to her.â
That was when my Mexican step-grandmotherâs full, bow-shaped lips encircled my cockhead and slurped it into her mouth. Dolores was actually fifty-two but looked ten years younger, her body firm and tight and shapely. Her smoldering brown eyes linked with mine as she sucked my tranny cock while the ache in my balls reached orgasm.
âOh, Mami!â I groaned as I felt my balls drain into her mouth.
Momâs sexy mother straddled me, her large tits hanging as she bent to kiss me. I whimpered as my load flooded through my lips. She and I caressed each other tongues, sticky with my jizz, and slowly drank it. Then she knelt over my face and lowered her moist pussy to my mouth.
âEat your grandmaâs pussy, little
hermana,â she cooed.
While I licked her momâs cunt, Helen stroked my cock into a new erection. I moaned into Doloresâ pussy until Mom had got me fully hard again. Then Mom mounted me cowgirl-style and fed me into her hot, clinging vagina. I thought I might die from pleasure.
âTime for a new taste, Dalia,â the older woman said.
She turned around and positioned her asshole onto my mouth. Hungrily I lapped away at the brown-pink hole, while she leaned forward to French kiss her daughter riding my cock. For hours we made love and fucked and cuddled in the bed. They spit-roasted me twice with dildos they had ready for me. We all slept naked, cuddled together.
The next morning began as usual, except I rose from their bed for a change. I donned my household serving lingerieâpanties, bra, self-gartered, lacy hose and 3-inch pumpsâand served them fresh-ground coffee in bed. They both seemed a bit sad but I knew better than to ask questions of them first thing in the morning.
Unusually, after Iâd made breakfast for the three of us, I was allowed to sit at the table with them and eat. Usually I ate standing at the kitchen counter or, if they felt playful, from a dog-food bowl by the dining room table. Suddenly, I couldnât stand the suspense.
âMay your girl ask a question?â
âYou want to know why we are being so nice to you,â Mom said.
âYes, Mommy.â
âWe are very sorry, Dalia,â Dolores said, âbut the man who owns the soccer team has become interested in you. He offered us a quarter-million dollars American for you.â
âOf course we said no until he said he would make trouble for us. Then he said weâd better take the money or he would take you for free and still make trouble for us with the Federales.â
My eyes filled with tears. âWhat does he want me for, Mom?â
âA personal slave, baby,â Helen said. âFor serving and sex and whatever he wants.â
âHe will tire of you eventually and we will buy you back.â
I looked at Dolores, sick with grief and fear. âReally?â
âThat is what we hope,
mija.â
âLook on the bright side, baby,â Mom soothed. âNobody can better help you become a woman than a man, especially one such as he. Being his slave will make the lessons that much deeper.â
Momâs phone beeped. She looked at the display. âHeâs on his way here. Letâs get you ready to go, baby.â
They arrayed me in classic, three-piece lingerie: push-up bra, bikini panties, and garterbelt holding up seamed stockings, all white lace. The dress looked like a wedding gown but it was sheer, showing off my large breasts and my tranny cock. Despite my sadness and anxiety, I couldnât help being a bit excited to be owned by a man!
âDo not fear, my beautiful girl,â Mom said. âDon Ricardo lives very nearby and he believes in family, so we will see you all the time.â
âWe will more than see you, Dalia,â Dolores grinned. âHe is also a voyeur and wants to see us have sex with you. If we put on a good show for him, he might want to see it every week. Maybe more.â
âI hope so,â I begged. âI love the both of you so much!â
They led me into a room with âBridal Suiteâ on the doorâthe most expensive of their brothel rooms, just for high-rollers.
Mom crushed me to her body, our breasts pushing together, and kissed me deeply. âI love you so much, baby. I really do.â
My grandmom kissed me next just as deeply, and she rubbed my cock through my see-thru dress enough to provoke a boner. âYou must go to him alone,
mija. And do all you can to please him.â
I entered and closed the door behind me. I heard a sudden inrush of breath, followed by a low, hungry chuckled. He sat totally naked on the bed and looked hungrily at me, grinning and shaking his head.
I got to my knees and lowered my head, hands on thighs. âYour new slave is called Dalia, Master, if it should please him. Command her.â
âLook at me,
palomita,â he smiled, calling me âlittle dove.â
I craned my head as he stood. My new Papi stood at least six-six with strong arms and legs, a broad chest and a hard, muscled stomach. His hair was short and he was very handsome with a trim mustache. His dark eyes gleamed with lust.
âOh my!â I gasped as I looked at his cock. It was as long as my forearm and tapered, thankfully. I could deep-throat at least part of it. Then I realized my error and lowered my head. âYour girl begs forgiveness for speaking without permission.â
He picked me up as easily as a baby and swept me into his arms. âThere will be time for master-slave later,â he said kindly and lowered his lips to mine.
I tingled with the thrill of being so helpless, completely in his power, as his thick tongue probed my mouth and made love to mine. It was a dizzying sensation to feel owned by him, and my cock strained at my lace panties and leaked precum. I wanted to suck him off and take his massive tool deep up my shemale pussy.
âI love you, Daddy,â I whimpered as he broke the kiss. âI give great head! Please let me suck your dick!â
âAfter I fuck you, baby,â he sexily growled. âAre you ready?â
Helen had opened me up with a medium-large plug and shot an ounce of sex lube deep into me, knowing he might want to fuck right away. âOh, Iâm ready! Iâm so ready for you, Papi!â
He dumped me on the bed and tore my panties off as easily as tissue paper. He stroked his mighty dick to its full, pulsating eleven inches and reached down to pick me up, cupping his hands under my thighs.
âWrap your arms around my neck, baby.â
My arms securely around him, he lifted me up into the air. It was as thrilling as the feel of his hands holding me up, his broad, hairy chest against my breasts and his cock sliding between my asscheeks. I was so ready for him to put it deep up inside me!
âPut it in me,
Papi! Fuck my tranny
coño good!â
âGuide me into your hole,
puta!â
I held onto the back of his neck with one hand and reached down to grab his thick, pulsing meat. The head was slick with precum. I moved it until I felt it touch my twitching asshole and I nodded. I cried out in hot ecstasy as this big dick slid all of the way into me.
I was so filled by his cock the sensations made me giddy, my anal meat clenched onto his hot, thick manhood. Slowly at first, he thrust in and out, his dick plowing through the walls of my ass, sending electric bolts of pleasure into my prostate.
âOh, baby, youâre so tight!â
âFuck me hard, Papi! Fuck your horny slut!â
I was shocked how deeply his dick reached up into me, how much it owned me. I was his nowâhis girl, his slut! I wrapped legs around his and clung to him, thrusting my hips down as he pounded into me. Both of us panted in desire, French-kissing until we needed to breathe and then kissing again. He was as horny for me as I was for him.
Ever since Mom had force-transitioned me, Iâd grown into being a girl and slowly, truly, loving being a girl. As this macho man deep-fucked me, as I gasped and moaned and whined with each thrust, I was now fully a girl. I only wish my moms were in here to see this!
â
Papi, you slut-girl loves you so much,â I whimpered. I kissed him and he kissed me back, full of passion.
âWould you like your
mamis to join us,
palomita?â he grinned. âNow that I have made you mine, I want to share you! Go get them,
mija.â
âThank you,
Papi! Thank you!â
Papi directed us so we could get the most out of it. Mom lay on her back with her legs spread, while her mom knelt over her face so Mom could lick her asshole. Papi put me between Momâs legs and sliding my tranny cock into her, which positioned my mouth directly over Doloresâ juicing cunt. I eagerly lapped at her sweet-wild pussy lips.
For a few minutes he watched the three of us having sex until he couldnât wait any longer. Don Ricardo knelt behind me and slipped his throbbing tool deeply into me. It felt crazy-good: fucking my mom while I ate her momâs pussy and
Papi railed my slutty ass.
We fucked for a long time until we came together in a big, sweaty, sticky pile of lusty flesh. As mom drained her creampie into my greedy mouth, Don Ricardo announced that he was buying out their mansion and brothel, and that Helen and her mom would be living with us.
âAs slaves,â he chuckled. âI hope you donât mind.â
Mom, my grandmom and I all looked at each other with delight. âWe donât mind,â we said.
He stood before us, stroking his monster to a new erection. âWhich one of you ladies is first?â Then he grinned and dialed his cellphone. âThe three of you like soccer players, donât you?â
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2024.05.06 11:17 melzwine Video of Cash & Colt in their underwear
I just found an old video from Feb of this year of her getting cash ready for church and heâs in the shower (thankfully the camera is not angled at the shower)
Cold walks into the bathroom twice in just a shirt and his underwear..then the video skips to Cash out of the shower and in his underwear as well and she literally shows herself putting pants on him..then she puts a shirt on him that dosnt fit him AT ALL and his entire belly is hanging out at the bottom. Then the video cuts to them in another room and Colt is once again in his underwear (thatâs the third time she shows him like this)
WTF is actually wrong with her and how does she find this okay?
That live video of sissy walking in topless and then again in her underwear and she goes off on her & the chat..this only happened because she was on live.
How does she think this is okay?!
Also, genuine question - is it common for kids with autism not being able to dress themselves / put on socks? Can they be taught to or is this another example of her babying / enabling him? I donât understand how she shows him doing other things by himself but she always dressing him and putting socks on him?
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2024.05.04 00:47 bulldog_blues Concept Design - Sissi as a Lyoko Warrior
N.B. I don't think that Sissi would ever have been suitable as a Lyoko warrior for several reasons - this is just a random concept that came to me for fun. I may or may not use it for fanfic inspiration later!
Without further ado...
OUTFIT: She keeps it secret from her friends and classmates, but Sissi is deeply fascinated by European history, especially the aristocracies. She took a particular interest in her namesake, Empress Sissi of Austria, and her Lyoko outfit takes a lot of cues from aristocratic fashion of the time.
Her hair is longer than on Earth and tied in a formal fashion, and she wears a long white and gold dress befitting an empress. But this being Lyoko, she doesn't have to sacrifice mobility for it, and can still run around without issue, although she's less mobile than the others.
WEAPON: Interpreting 'silk hiding steel' in a literal sense, Sissi has several ornate daggers concealed under her dress. This is best suited for close range stabbing, and means that if she can get up close to monsters, she can destroy many in quick succession. However, she can still attack monsters outside of close range by throwing the dagger at them, though doing so requires careful precision. The dagger can also be used to block lasers similar to Ulrich's sword, but being much smaller she's not as effective at doing this.
POWERS: Sissi has two Lyoko powers.
DIPLOMACY: On Earth, Sissi can sweet talk her father into almost anything she wants. On Lyoko, this translates into Diplomacy, which allows her to take control of one of XANA's monsters to do as she pleases.
To achieve this, her concentration needs to be focused on the monster she wants to control and manifests itself as a white mist. She must maintain this concentration or the monster will fall out of her control. But once she's done it, that monster will do anything she wishes. Walk straight into the Digital Sea? Piece of cake. Turn on the other monsters and start using lasers to destroy them? No problem. Stop its attack on another Lyoko warrior and allow them to destroy the possessed enemy? The possibilities are endless.
The control ends immediately if she's hit by any monster. The time to possess them also depends on how powerful the monster is. For example, a Kankrelat can be possessed in no time flat, but a Megatank is much harder work.
VITALITY TRANSFER: This allows Sissi to transfer life points from herself to another warrior, or from one warrior to another. Critically, she CANNOT steal another warrior's life points for herself. She can choose how many points to transfer, down to a minimum of 1 life point remaining i.e. she cannot use the power to devirtualise herself or anyone else!
A few examples of how she might use it:
- Megatanks are normally one hit kills, but by giving some life points to another warrior, they can tank this hit and keep fighting
- If another warrior is doomed to be devirtualised with little to no chance of preventing it, she can quickly extract their life points and give it to another warrior to aid their fight.
- If XANA has manipulated the supercomputer so that losing all their life points equals doom, she can use it as a desperation lifesaving measure.
OVERALL As a lone warrior she may not be as deadly or agile as the others, though she can still hold her own. But with one or more other warriors by her side she can prove an efficient ally and strategist who may just be the difference between victory and defeat.
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2024.05.01 17:41 Fragrant-Ad6334 Sissy's new outfit not bad~
2024.05.01 02:32 sissyslut4bbcpls How does the stomach fat you have shift when you starting taking hormones?
I finally got the courage to make an appointment with a clinic to starting taking estrogen and start transitioning. Which is terrifying bc I live in Texas and my family will definitely disown me and my friends are not going to understand and everything is going to feel very very strange with relationships. I told my gf when I was drunk a couple times and she was very understanding about it but doesnât know if it will change how she feels dating me bc she likes a dom daddy type (lol what Iâve been doing, even though I want to get dominated by a dom bbc daddy alongside her like two good girls should, I think itâd be fine to be gf and gf and share clothes and makeup and find a daddy both of us can serve in our relationship but idk if she will be attracted to me if she sees me as a feminine woman). So, thinking if I can stand the weirdness maybe Iâll have to move to Portland for a fresh start and they have a huge trans and gay community there so it would be easier to get a fresh start without the judgment of everyone I know and the past always around me while Iâm trying to come fully into girlhood. So, Iâm curious how long does it take from the initial appointment to clear you for transitioning to getting your hormones sent to you? Bc I really wish I could start them right now so I have less time to doubt myself and just go for it bc Iâve had this thought about being a girl since I was a kid but it was supressed so hard bc of the conservative family I grew up in so I tried not to think about it but it always comes up some how, like with bbc sissy hypno porn, or buying girls clothes on a whim bc I want to feel right, or seeing beautiful women everyday and thinking how much I want to look like them. I tried denying it and saying it was just a kink but I know I need to have a pussy between my legs more than anything and I feel like at that point, fully transitioned, on hormones, feminized body, and a vagina in my panties I will feel like how Iâm supposed to feel, which is simultaneously very hot to think about on a sexual level but also very nice and comforting on the I feel like I am a woman for my whole life, similar to how it feels when I put on a dress. It troubles me to think how much I want to have sex as a woman but also I want to do everything else as a woman also. So, what does the weight distribution look like when you transition? And should I diet bc Iâm skinny like in my arms and legs but my stomach has a little bit of fluff and as a man thatâs fine but as a woman I want to be small and petite. Like having some Sydney sweeny sized boobs would be cool but Iâm also fine with little b cups and a big ass
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