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How do you keep yourself ready for sex?

I mean, practically speaking, bowel movements are a thing. additionally, is there anything you just can't eat, because it makes it harder to stay clean? not being gross, just frustrated w my own struggle.

Keeping yourself clean, fresh and ready for you man whenever the urge strikes him just takes a few healthy changes. Instead of focusing on what you can’t eat focus on eating a healthy well balanced diet, try adding a yogurt with active cultures like Activia and drink plenty of water to keep your system regular.
There is a lot of pros and cons to douching, I douche daily as part of my personal hygiene regime simply because it makes me feel clean, fresh and feminine. Check out http://thehealthybear.com/a-guide-to-douching/ for the pros. cons and tips.
Keep in mind the part of your body your man wants to be inside of is for the most part empty until it is time to have a movement so if you can have a good movement before sex you can reduce the risk of any embarrassment. Also keep in mind that when your stomach is full the brain sends a signal to your special place that it is time to go. So not eating for 2-3 hours before the event will also help. As a side note to any men that may read this post if you take a girl out for a nice dinner and she just picks at her plate she may just be trying to keep herself ready for you when you make the move. Beside your girl will take a doggy bag home and you will have something to replenish your energy.
I have said this before but it deserves repeating, always keep moist bathroom wipes handy and USE them EVERY TIME! I personally always have a tub of unscented Huggies Wipes handy and they make a great travel pack that easily fits in your bag. Every girl is different so try to eat healthy, listen to your body and you will feel confident to meet your man’s call to service.




My Dom has mentioned putting me in chastity a few times to stop me from touching my dicklet when He is using me and to help with my j/o problem. Would love your advice on the Pros/Cons and what type of device is good.


Prior to meeting my future husband I thought of chastity as a tool a Dom used as a form of sexual control of a sub bottom that derived sexual pleasure from their male genitals. I have come to understand that chastity used in a Dom/sub pussyboi relationship can also be used by the Dom as tool to help his girl reach her full sexual potential.
Pros of chastity: It will eliminate the disrespectful touching of your male genitals while your Dom is enjoying you. It will help you focus your sexual energy towards your Dom’s sexual pleasure and in return it will allow you to fully experience the sexual pleasure he wants to give you. It will enhance your desire to follow his lead in all aspects of your relationship and enrich the dominant and submissive dynamic of your relationship. Believe me if you have not experienced a full-fledged pussyboi orgasm a few weeks in chastity will make you forget about any sexual pleasure your male genitals brought you in the past. I think one of the biggest pros of chastity for you will be curbing your chronic masturbation problem. In my opinion your indulgence in the self-abuse of masturbation is not only being disrespectful to your Dom but to yourself as well.
Cons of chastity: Honestly in this situation I don’t think there are any cons, it seems to me that your Dom is considering putting you in chastity to make your relationship stronger.
As a training devise there really is nothing better on the market then the DreamLover 2000 because it can be used as a sexual training tool and a behavioral modification training tool. The DreamLover 2000 is expensive but I highly recommend it for Dom Female/sub male and Dom Male/sub male relationships. For everyday ease of use, comfort and long term chastity if that is needed I would recommend the Holy Trainer.



In Brazil the attitude to Male relationships is old fashioned. Sexuality is more fluid in the Males of this part of the world and Bisexuality is more common than Homosexuality. It is common for Males to go from a relationship with a woman to one with another man.

If a Male chooses a partner of the same gender then it is expected of that partner that he will adopt the role of a wife. He will renounce his male genitalia in favour of his anus, which is now seen as his sex organ. In long term relationships some may even go as far as having their male genitalia surgically reduced in size, a permanent procedure that serves as a statement of devotion to the Male. Their anus will begin to flower, eventually eclipsing the now defunct male genitalia, and he will now be completely dependent on the Male for sexual gratification. The Male understands the added responsibility of his role and will make sure his partner never goes unfulfilled, often making love as a matter of duty. Eventually the wife’s sex organ takes on the exact shape and dimensions of the phallus of the Male. This will be welcomed and celebrated by both parties.


She’s mine alone and I’m hers alone. Not knocking anyone else’s relationship preferences, but that’s just what a marriage is to me. Plus, frankly, sex just gets so much better and so much hotter over time - if you’re doing it right. I mean, once you’ve really had a few years to get to know every nook and cranny of her body and what really gets her moaning and whimpering and she knows which fragrance and which pairs of panties are your favorites and you love her so much that you’d lay down your life to protect her - my God, sex with a stranger just isn’t even in the same ballpark.



Subpadre2010 - Glad to see that you are spreading the truth about fag inferiority. I too revel in the glory of straight men and believe faggots to be a low-life sub-species fit only for hard labor and punishment. You haven't replied to any of my comments, though. What are your ideas about dealing with the faggot problem?

I am not entirely sure there is a solution…because i don’t think the problem is that there are fags. There always have been and always will be. The problem is that our culture has stopped honoring straight men, in particular Alpha Men.

Alphas are actually held in contempt, chained and shackled by our society more completely than any slave. The only real solution is to allow the Alpha Males to set themselves free from the chains of political correctness, emasculation and diversity. If they are allowed to once again stand upon the pinnacle of the human hierarchy, as nature and genetics demands, then the natural order of life will happen quite naturally.

i find that most Alphas are uncomfortable around fags, and refuse to use them as nature demands, because their mere presence is a reminder of the emasculating qualities of the culture in which they live. They are not “homophobic,” because none of them is afraid of fags, instead, the world is “Alpha-phobic,” afraid of powerful men.

When the Alpha takes His true and rightful place, then the fag naturally (and joyfully) bends in submission. Then each finds true happiness because each has found the meaning of life.


LEARN YOUR PLACE - ACCEPT WHAT YOU ARE - EXIST TO SERVE


In Brazil the attitude to Male relationships is old fashioned. Sexuality is more fluid in the Males of this part of the world and Bisexuality is more common than Homosexuality. It is common for Males to go from a relationship with a woman to one with another man.

If a Male chooses a partner of the same gender then it is expected of that partner that he will adopt the role of a wife. He will renounce his male genitalia in favour of his anus, which is now seen as his sex organ. In long term relationships some may even go as far as having their male genitalia surgically reduced in size, a permanent procedure that serves as a statement of devotion to the Male. Their anus will begin to flower, eventually eclipsing the now defunct male genitalia, and he will now be completely dependent on the Male for sexual gratification. The Male understands the added responsibility of his role and will make sure his partner never goes unfulfilled, often making love as a matter of duty. Eventually the wife’s sex organ takes on the exact shape and dimensions of the phallus of the Male. This will be welcomed and celebrated by both parties.




She’s mine alone and I’m hers alone. Not knocking anyone else’s relationship preferences, but that’s just what a marriage is to me. Plus, frankly, sex just gets so much better and so much hotter over time - if you’re doing it right. I mean, once you’ve really had a few years to get to know every nook and cranny of her body and what really gets her moaning and whimpering and she knows which fragrance and which pairs of panties are your favorites and you love her so much that you’d lay down your life to protect her - my God, sex with a stranger just isn’t even in the same ballpark.





There really is nothing “sissy” about a pussy boy’s anal orgasms. They are unique, neither fully ejaculatory like a Man’s, nor like a woman’s multiple over-the-top climaxes, but a satisfying internal wave of pleasure washing all over his pussy boy body as his diclit oozes a weak leak of boy juice.

I don’t buy the theory that it is a “ruined orgasm” just because it is different than a true Man’s forceful and powerful ejaculation. The kind most pussy boys experienced after puberty and before being fully cunted. It is more peaceful and pleasantly satisfying than either the climax experienced by a woman or the orgasmic ejaculation of a true Man. It is unique and special. It is the reward for being a true pussy boy.




When dressed I could never pass as a woman. I am clearly a sissy put into woman’s close. Love being sent out like that. Exposed. Knowing whoever sees me knows just what I am. I have only done that at adult bookstores and at adult theaters. When openly dressed there, either in nothing but lingerie and stockings and panties, or if I go in a skirt, stockings, blouse, bra and breast forms, it is not only clear what I am, but most men who enjoy sissies see it as an open invitation to use me. When dressed like that men will walk up and reach under my skirt or into my panties to grope and fondle me, or just push my head down to their crotch and hold it there as I open their pants to free their cock. Love the idea of being sent out in public like that. Sitting on a bench or in a park. I would start out in panties, but with instructions that when the first man reaches up under my skirt I have to slide my panties down, out from under my skirt and off my legs, give them to him to keep, and stay in skirt with no panties the rest of the time I was there.I know a man would reach up under my skirt and fondle me. Stroking me, squeezing my cock. I would silently spread my legs for him. Submissively open for him, I would let him do what he wanted until he made me cum. Even then I could still not leave. Cum would be on my legs for anyone to see if they looked closely, there would likely be a wet spot on my skirt. My cock would be exposed under my skirt when I opened my legs and I would no longer be horny and eager after I had cum. But, I would still have to stay there, opening my legs to expose myself to men. Submitting to any who came over and wanted to play with me. Remaining in public, clearly a submissive sissy.

When dressed I could never pass as a woman. I am clearly a sissy put into woman’s close. Love being sent out like that. Exposed. Knowing whoever sees me knows just what I am. I have only done that at adult bookstores and at adult theaters. When openly dressed there, either in nothing but lingerie and stockings and panties, or if I go in a skirt, stockings, blouse, bra and breast forms, it is not only clear what I am, but most men who enjoy sissies see it as an open invitation to use me. When dressed like that men will walk up and reach under my skirt or into my panties to grope and fondle me, or just push my head down to their crotch and hold it there as I open their pants to free their cock.

Love the idea of being sent out in public like that. Sitting on a bench or in a park. I would start out in panties, but with instructions that when the first man reaches up under my skirt I have to slide my panties down, out from under my skirt and off my legs, give them to him to keep, and stay in skirt with no panties the rest of the time I was there.

I know a man would reach up under my skirt and fondle me. Stroking me, squeezing my cock. I would silently spread my legs for him. Submissively open for him, I would let him do what he wanted until he made me cum. Even then I could still not leave. Cum would be on my legs for anyone to see if they looked closely, there would likely be a wet spot on my skirt. My cock would be exposed under my skirt when I opened my legs and I would no longer be horny and eager after I had cum. But, I would still have to stay there, opening my legs to expose myself to men. Submitting to any who came over and wanted to play with me. Remaining in public, clearly a submissive sissy.
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My wife’s big office party was tonight. When she locked me into my cock cage, put me in very feminine pretty panties and I saw how provocatively she had dressed, I knew she would be flirting with her co workers and teasing and humiliating me. I would have to watch her flirt, see them staring at her, knowing what they were thinking. I also knew my cock would try to get hard. It couldn’t inside the very small cage she had bought, and would hurt when it did try, but it would still try. At least there were several very attractive women she worked with, I would enjoy seeing and watching them. Although that would not help with the uncomfortable erections I would have. Just before we left, my wife reached down, cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed tightly, squeezing the hard plastic cage. Smiling, she looked into my eyes and told her that every single woman I would see at the party knew that she kept my cock caged, knew that I was her bitch, knew that I was too small to be pleasurable and knew that I was her bitch. That was the last thing she said as we left the house. I knew there would be over twenty women at the party. The idea that each and every one of them knew I was my wife’s chaste bitch was completely humiliating. Yet, my cock was already pinched and uncomfortable in the cage just from hearing my wife’s words.

My wife’s big office party was tonight. When she locked me into my cock cage, put me in very feminine pretty panties and I saw how provocatively she had dressed, I knew she would be flirting with her co workers and teasing and humiliating me. I would have to watch her flirt, see them staring at her, knowing what they were thinking. I also knew my cock would try to get hard. It couldn’t inside the very small cage she had bought, and would hurt when it did try, but it would still try. At least there were several very attractive women she worked with, I would enjoy seeing and watching them. Although that would not help with the uncomfortable erections I would have. Just before we left, my wife reached down, cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed tightly, squeezing the hard plastic cage. Smiling, she looked into my eyes and told her that every single woman I would see at the party knew that she kept my cock caged, knew that I was her bitch, knew that I was too small to be pleasurable and knew that I was her bitch. That was the last thing she said as we left the house. I knew there would be over twenty women at the party. The idea that each and every one of them knew I was my wife’s chaste bitch was completely humiliating. Yet, my cock was already pinched and uncomfortable in the cage just from hearing my wife’s words.










Love the idea of a public groping. Taken to NYC by my Mistress. Dressed as a sissy with very short skirt and bright pink panties. Knowing that the panties will be easily seen as my skirt moves or I bend. Taken by Mistress on crowded subways and told I have to stand in the deepest crowd as she stays a few feet away watching. She would make it clear I must stand submissively and let anyone touch or grope or press themselves to me.

It isn’t very long and I feel hands up my skirt grabbing my ass. I feel hard cocks pressed against my as as the crowd gets bigger and bodies are pressed together. I know my cock is hard in my panties.

Soon, fingers slide between my legs from behind. They pause, explore, feel my balls. Soon they curl up the front of my panties and feel my hard cock. Whoever it is knows I am a sissy! The hand withdraws and I feel it slide around my hip, under my skirt and press hard to my cock. It pulls me back, pressing my rounded ass to a hard cock. I stand submissively, trying not to whimper, as his fingers press and rub my cock through my panties and his cock presses and rubs against my ass. It doesn’t take long and he makes me cum, filling my panties with a huge load of sissy cum.

I hear a deep chuckle behind me and know I have cum so much it has soaked through my panties onto his fingers. He wipes his hand across my panties, then out from under my skirt, wiping the cum off on the front of my skirt! He does that several times, making sure the front of my skirt is as wet and cum soaked as my panties. The subway doors open and he disappears, leaving me exposed on the subway, miles from our room, a large obvious wet spot on the front of my skirt. Glancing over, I see Mistress laughing in delight at my humiliation.






It started with my girlfriend handing me the panties she had worn all day and asking me to put them on. Gradually she incorporated me wearing her clothes more and more into our sex. She kept asking me to let her dress me fully. I was nervous, didn’t want to be seen, kept saying no. Finally, we planned a weekend away. She said it would be a perfect time. A city where no one knew us, several days alone, she said it made her so hot to dress me. In hindsight I am sure it was by design, but we had not had sex in over a week. I was eager, her comments on how hot it made her excited me. I found myself agreeing.

The day before we left she took me out shopping so I would have my very own clothes. She had me buy some panties, skirts, tops a pair of heeled sandals and some costume jewelry. When we packed to leave, all she would allow me to pack was what I had bought. I protested at first, but she kissed me and squeezed my ass and said it would be fun.

We got to the hotel late, and just went to bed. In the morning she woke all excited and said it was time to get me ready. She was very eager and told me she loved that I would be her “sexy girlfriend” for the whole weekend.

Taking me into the bathroom she helped me shave myself. My chest, my arms, my armpits, legs, cock and balls, ass, even closely and smoothly shaving between my cheeks, making my anus smooth and pink.

She helped me dress. A short loose skirt, panties, sandals and a small snug chemise type top. It felt very strange wearing so few clothes and I was very nervous, but did have to admit that may cock was hard in the panties. She did my hair and just a little bit of make up and started to head out the door. I stopped, not sure I was ready to actually go out. She laughed, cajoled me, slid her hand up my skirt, fingers lightly running across the front of my panties. She convinced me this was the perfect time and place. no one knew me. Finally, I followed her out the door.

We walked through the lobby and out to the parking lot. It was only then that I realized I had no room key, no ID, no money. Nothing. She had the keys to the car and drove us to a park area, her hand on my leg as she drove. I was hesitant to get out of the car when we arrived, but she laughed and asked what I was going to do, just sit there all day.

We walked a bit, and I started getting a little more comfortable. She would giggle and point out men who were watching me. That really embarrassed me but she loved it. Eventually she led me off into a more wooded and secluded area. I was hoping she was looking for some privacy to touch me or even suck me. I was very very mistaken.

In a very secluded, heavily wooded area she saw a man just hanging out. Grinning widely, she took my hand and pulled me up and said hello to him. He smiled at her, smiled more widely at me as he said hello. I gasped, shocked, as she came right out and openly asked him if he would like her boyfriend to suck his cock! Laughing, he quickly agreed and I started to sputter and protest.

Shut up slut she snapped. Get on your knees or I am going to walk away and leave you here. I refused and she handed the man my arm, told him to hold onto me and started back toward the car. I quickly started begging, telling her I would do it, begging her not to go. Grinning widely she came back, and again said, on your knees slut. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of the man as she said, “Now, I want you to open his pants, you to pull them down, you to free his cock, you to stroke it, suck it, then make it hard. Lick his balls, lick his cock, suck the head in your mouth. I am going to take pictures, maybe video and it had better look like this is your idea, that you are enjoying it. If it doesn’t I will leave you here for anyone who wants to take you.”

Now I was scared. I leaned forward, opening his pants, pulling them down, freeing his cock from his underpants. It was much bigger than mine. I would find out over time that most were. I leaned forward, kissing his cock. Swallowing hard I ran my tongue up it then back down to his balls. I sucked just the head between my lips and gasped as I felt it grow in my mouth. My girlfriend was laughing and talking pictures, giving me instruction, making me take it out of my mouth so she could get pictures of it fully hard against my face.

After I had sucked him for a little bit she made me stop and stand. She pulled my skirt down to my ankles and had me kneel again. Then she pulled my panties to mid thigh and had me continue. Laughing as she took more pictures, she pointed out how hard my own cock was. “Now slut” she chuckled, “I am going to video. Finish him off, make him cum in your mouth and I want to see you swallowing every drop. There is a man over there watching. He will be next and he can cum on your face. I want you swallowing all the cum from your first blow job.” I quickly looked over and sure enough, there was another man watching. The mad I was sucking grabbed my head, forced it back down on his cock and in just a few minutes began to fill my mouth with cum. I gagged and sputtered but managed to swallow most of it as my girlfriend laughed, only a little dribbling down my chin.

The man stepped away, zipping up his pants. The man who had been watching stepped up quickly, his cock already out and hard. “Suck it sissy bitch” my girlfriend laughed. She told the man to warn her when he was close and to pull his cock from my mouth and cum all over my face. “I want video of my sweet sissy faggots first facial” she laughed. He was more than happy to comply and soon he was shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over my face.

Making me leave the cum to run down my face, my girlfriend asked if I wanted to cum. I was so horny and eager I begged her yes. Grinning widely she turned to the man and asked if he would like to suck my little sissy dick. I was shocked, not at all what I wanted, but was so horny would have agreed to anything. He quickly agreed, and pulled me to my feet, getting on his knees in front of me. Laughing my girlfriend videoed the entire thing. Panning out to show all of me including my face, zooming in to show my cock sliding between a man’s lips. Showing his hand sliding around my hips, over my shaved ass, fingers exploring between my cheeks as he sucked me.

It didn’t take him long to make me cum. I was totally humiliated as I came into the mouth of another man. My girlfriend was sure to get good video of that, and also of my soft cock sliding out of his mouth when he finished.

Finally, she let me pull my panties and skirt back up and led me back to the car. Smiling at me as she drove back to the car she told me I was now her little sissy slut. She would decide how I was used and who would use me. She made it clear I would be her sissy bitch for her pleasure, her sissy cocksucking faggot for her amusement, and anything else she could think of. I would be her absolute slut for this weekend, pleasing her and maybe more men, dressed only as a girl. Once home she would let me wear male clothes so long as I behaved and so long as I realized that I had to do whatever she wished anytime she wished. As I listened my cock was twitching and became hard in my panties, a surprise so soon after cumming. Very quietly I just said “Yes Miss” which made her laugh, reach up under my skirt and squeeze my hard cock and smiled. “Good girl” she chuckled, “As soon as we get back to the room I am going to watch these videos and you are going to keep licking me until I say stop.” “Yes Miss” I eagerly agreed. I was in for a very humiliating weekend, but was now looking forward to it very much.





My wife had been cuckolding me for a year now. From the very beginning she always laid me on my back as soon as she got home, straddled my face and forced the cum from her well fucked and filled pussy into my mouth. Often she would talk, humiliate me, tell me how big he was, tell me how much she enjoyed it, tell me how well he pleased and satisfied her laughing as my little cock got hard as my tongue eagerly explored her swollen, well fucked pussy, tasting the cum of a nameless stranger who had enjoyed my wife in ways I was not allowed to.

This time I had my tongue pressed as deeply inside her as I could. I could feel the hot sticky cum slowly dripping down my tongue and into my mouth when she asked if it made my little dick hard to know that she told all her girlfriends that I lick her clean after her dates. I could not answer with her cum smeared pussy pressed tightly to my face, but my cock jumped and twitched at the words. Laughing loudly she said, “Apparently you do like that. From now on, everytime you see one of my friends you won’t be able to stop thinking that they know you are my little cum licker. They know your sweet little wife fucks other men and you eagerly lick their cum from her. They also know why, all of them know how tiny your cock is.” Laughing more, grinding her pussy harder against my face she said that she would bet that my tiny cock got hard next time I saw any of her friends, just from thinking those things. Grinning widely, she mused that maybe she would reach down, squeeze my pants when I next saw any of her friends and see if I was hard. She chuckled above me as I finished cleaning her and made her cum several times. I knew that my exposure and humiliation were about to take a more intense turn.






I knew my girlfriend was fucking other men, she often made me lick her to more orgasms after she was with them. I should not have refused when she brought one home and demanded that I suck him hard for her. She was furious when I refused.

During the week she seemed to forget about it. I should have known better when she wanted to play bondage games the next weekend. When she had my hands securely cuffed behind my back, she put a ball crusher on my balls. Slapping my cock hard, she told me she would get me over my resistance to sucking cock, and teach me not to refuse her at the same time.

She tightened the crusher a bit, just to show me what it felt like, then backed it off. She told me she had a co-worker who was gay, and a real man slut. She had offered him my mouth, but that wasn’t all, she had told him to bring as many of his friends as he wanted.

Soon, she chuckled, twenty horny gay men will be here. They have been promised they have been promised a complete bottom oral faggot to use. She explained that so long as I do what they say and swallow all their cum the crusher stays loose. If I balk, or refuse or don’t even please them enough, she will tighten it. I just stared at her in shock, and then heard the doorbell ring.










My girlfriend had been using my tongue more and more to please her. It had been well over a month since she had allowed my cock inside her. Finally she announced that my cock would never be inside her again. It didn’t please or satisfy her at all, but my tongue pleased her tremendously. I would be allowed to jerk off, but only after I had thoroughly licked her.

It was frustrating and humiliating, but I was horny and wanted to cum. Soon, she would make me cum in my hand and lick it up. Then on her belly or breasts and lick that. Then on her pussy, before I licked her to several orgasms. Finally, she would roll over when pleased, make me cum between her cheeks and lick her clean.

One day, after my tongue had pleased her, she reached into a drawer and took out a large butt plug. Grinning wickedly I had to agree to let her push it deep in my ass, in the future I could only cum when I had it filling my ass. I refused and she just shrugged, put it away, and said I could not jerk off for her. It had been several weeks, I now realized she had done that purposely. Meekly I agreed and she bent me over the bed and slowly pushed the toy in. She was careful, but it still was uncomfortable and deeply humiliating.

She was thrilled when it was fully in, and allowed me to stand and start stroking. She made me go slowly, enjoying the sight, pushing the base of the toy in occasionally. Soon, I was close and eager and she allowed me to cum. The sensation of my ass squeezing around the toy as I spurted was very exciting, but very humiliating. I felt like such a slut.

“Good boy” she laughed as I finished licking up all my cum. With a smile she removed the toy and sent me off to clean it up. As I walked off, ass still sore and tender, I had to wonder where she would take this next.













My wife had been smiling and acting secretive all day. She sent me out to pick up a few things and when I got back saw her in the living room with two of her friends. I stopped dead in my tracks, heart racing. She was sitting in a chair holding up a purple dildo. I recognized it immediately. I had bought it after I started looking at those femdom and sissy sites.

She grinned widely, told me she had found it in my bottom drawer and to crawl across her lap, she was looking forward to fucking me with it. I couldn’t say a word, just shook my head “no”, which made her laugh. “Don’t be shy” she laughed, looking at her friends. “You obviously are a little bitch, I am going to make you MY bitch.”

Her words made my cock twitch. I started to slowly walk over to her. I didn’t want to, but couldn’t stop. I pulled my pants down and bent over her lap. I heard my wife laugh as she reached down and spread my cheeks wide so her friends would have a good view. She forced the dildo in my ass as her friends laughed and giggled. She pushed it in all the way, farther than I had ever inserted it. She fucked me with it slowly, deep strokes in and out. Soon my hips started to rock and she laughed and commented to her friends that her sissy bitch husband liked it.

The humiliation was exciting and my cock was rock hard. I was glad that she had found it, and that my wife was enjoying dominating me. I was very nervous that she decided to include her friends. I also had no choice anymore. I clearly was her bitch.











There have been times when I exposed myself in stockings and panties at an adult book store when a man would come into my booth but not let me suck him. Some would look at me feminized, to fondle my little cock in my panties, while stroking themselves. If they did not want my submissive mouth on their cock I would kneel before them as they masturbated, kiss their balls, turn my face up right under their cock and watch from an inch away, making it clear my face could be his target. I would stay like that until he did cum, shooting all over my upturned face. After he left I would further humiliate myself by staying like that, exposed in panties and stockings but now with cum all over my face. Sometimes other men would come into my booth and add to the cum on my face, sometimes not. Either way, I would always walk out through the store section like that when I left. I am such a cum slut

There have been times when I exposed myself in stockings and panties at an adult book store when a man would come into my booth but not let me suck him. Some would look at me feminized, to fondle my little cock in my panties, while stroking themselves. If they did not want my submissive mouth on their cock I would kneel before them as they masturbated, kiss their balls, turn my face up right under their cock and watch from an inch away, making it clear my face could be his target. I would stay like that until he did cum, shooting all over my upturned face. After he left I would further humiliate myself by staying like that, exposed in panties and stockings but now with cum all over my face. Sometimes other men would come into my booth and add to the cum on my face, sometimes not. Either way, I would always walk out through the store section like that when I left.

I am such a cum slut
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How do you suck and fuck fat men? Do you suck them sideways because their belly is too big?
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I have never been fucked by a man. I have sucked several fat men at an adult bookstore. I did have to turn my head sideways to get under their hanging bellies to suck their cocks or to lick their balls. I found it very humiliating to do it like that, but knew that my mouth was for the pleasure of anyone, no matter if they were attractive or not.

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My wife had dominated me for a long time. A few months ago she shared that with some friends, exposing me and humiliating me for them. She loved that, and since then has exposed me to all of her friends, most of my friends, all of the men who she enjoys, most everyone. I don’t think there is anyone she would not share my humiliation with now.Tonight she surprised me. She dressed me in my sissy slut outfit. I knew I would be exposed to someone, likely to either lick their pussy or suck their cock, depending on their gender. What surprised me is she cuffed my hands together and then blindfolded me. She led me out to our living room, forced me to my knees in the middle of the room. I could hear a number of people talking and laughing.The room quieted as I was brought out and my wife chuckled and began to speak. “Alright my little slut. You will be our entertainment this evening. There are well over a dozen men here tonight.” Laughing wickedly she made a point of adding. “You have already swallowed the cum of every one of them, either directly from their cock or from my pussy or ass. You will stay here on your knees all night, if you feel a cock against your lips you will open your mouth and suck it. You are blindfolded so you won’t know who it is, your hands are cuffed so you can’t touch them at all. You are to decide what man has just used your mouth as a cum dump and say his name. Your lips around his cock, your tongue feeling his cock and, of course, the taste of his cum, will be the only things you have to identify who you are sucking my little slut toy. Oh, and one other thing, I have been told you are getting very good at sucking cock. Some may want to try you two or three times during the course of the night. You still have to be correct in identifying them every time they take your mouth. Do you understand my little slut?” I was glad there was a blindfold over my eyes as they widened as I listened to her words. I nodded my head saying “Yes Mistress” loudly enough for her friends to hear.“Good slut” she chuckled. “Now for the rules. For every cock that you don’t identify correctly you spend more time in your cage with no chance of cumming. If you only miss 10% of the cocks that you suck every wrong answer will be an extra day in chastity. If you only miss 25% of the cocks you suck every wrong answer will be an extra week in chastity. If you miss 50% or more of the cocks you suck every wrong answer will be one more month in chastity.”I could hear her laugh as a hard cock already pressed to my lips, even as she was still talking. “Good luck slut” she laughed. Even as I opened my mouth and felt the cock push deep inside I knew I was in trouble. I doubted I would do very well at guessing who was fucking my face and filling my mouth with cum. I also knew the men would want me more than once, particularly like this, humiliated with a room full of people watching. As the first of many many men filled my mouth with his cum, and I had no idea who he was, I realized that I would not be out of my cage for well over a year.

My wife had dominated me for a long time. A few months ago she shared that with some friends, exposing me and humiliating me for them. She loved that, and since then has exposed me to all of her friends, most of my friends, all of the men who she enjoys, most everyone. I don’t think there is anyone she would not share my humiliation with now.

Tonight she surprised me. She dressed me in my sissy slut outfit. I knew I would be exposed to someone, likely to either lick their pussy or suck their cock, depending on their gender. What surprised me is she cuffed my hands together and then blindfolded me. She led me out to our living room, forced me to my knees in the middle of the room. I could hear a number of people talking and laughing.

The room quieted as I was brought out and my wife chuckled and began to speak. “Alright my little slut. You will be our entertainment this evening. There are well over a dozen men here tonight.” Laughing wickedly she made a point of adding. “You have already swallowed the cum of every one of them, either directly from their cock or from my pussy or ass. You will stay here on your knees all night, if you feel a cock against your lips you will open your mouth and suck it. You are blindfolded so you won’t know who it is, your hands are cuffed so you can’t touch them at all. You are to decide what man has just used your mouth as a cum dump and say his name. Your lips around his cock, your tongue feeling his cock and, of course, the taste of his cum, will be the only things you have to identify who you are sucking my little slut toy. Oh, and one other thing, I have been told you are getting very good at sucking cock. Some may want to try you two or three times during the course of the night. You still have to be correct in identifying them every time they take your mouth. Do you understand my little slut?” I was glad there was a blindfold over my eyes as they widened as I listened to her words. I nodded my head saying “Yes Mistress” loudly enough for her friends to hear.

“Good slut” she chuckled. “Now for the rules. For every cock that you don’t identify correctly you spend more time in your cage with no chance of cumming. If you only miss 10% of the cocks that you suck every wrong answer will be an extra day in chastity. If you only miss 25% of the cocks you suck every wrong answer will be an extra week in chastity. If you miss 50% or more of the cocks you suck every wrong answer will be one more month in chastity.”

I could hear her laugh as a hard cock already pressed to my lips, even as she was still talking. “Good luck slut” she laughed. Even as I opened my mouth and felt the cock push deep inside I knew I was in trouble. I doubted I would do very well at guessing who was fucking my face and filling my mouth with cum. I also knew the men would want me more than once, particularly like this, humiliated with a room full of people watching. As the first of many many men filled my mouth with his cum, and I had no idea who he was, I realized that I would not be out of my cage for well over a year.






I suspected my beautiful wife told all her friends that she had a stable of much better hung lovers. I know she had laughed with all of them and told them how inadequate my cock was at pleasing her, even showing them pictures of it, all small and flaccid. I did not know she had told them that she sat on my face every time she came home after being with one of her lovers. Told them how I licked all the cum from her well used pussy. How I kept licking until she came again. How wet and sticky and shiny my face was when she finally let me up.

Now she was talking about telling my friends. She knew how much more humiliating that would be for me. Suddenly, it hit me. If she told all of my friends they would know that she was available. They would know that they could fuck her if she liked. They would even know that my eager tongue would be lapping up all of their cum after they had used my wife in ways that I never would again




For years I had worn panties and even stockings at home. Years ago one of my girlfriends found out I wore panties and enjoyed making me wear them under my pants and show her at any time that she asked. Eventually she decided that I needed to show others.

It started by her choosing panties, and sometimes stockings and garters, to wear under my clothes to an adult bookstore. I had to pull my pants down in a booth and stand, fully exposed as a sissy, Initially it was just in a booth with a window so other men could see me, but not touch me. Then she made me stroke my cock for them as they watched. I could cum, but the rule was I could only stroke myself if a man were watching me through the window. Very humiliating to masturbate in panties with another man watching, but it always made me cum.

Next it was stockings and panties, moving up to lingerie, teddies, bustiers, baby dolls, in a booth with the door open. Standing exposed as a sissy with the door open invitingly, she knew it wouldn’t be long until a man came in. I always found it very humiliating when another man reached in my panties and touched my cock and it got hard. Most men would just touch me, or squeeze my cock, get me hard and then take out their cock. I would suck them, or stroke them, or kneel with my face close to their cock as they stroked and came all over me. Whatever they liked. The vast majority of men would cum and leave, without touching me again, reinforcing that my purpose was to serve and give pleasure not receive it.

Finally, I was sent to an adult theater. Sometimes dressed in a bustier and stockings and panties. Occasionally in a bra with breast forms, sheer see through blouse, stockings, panties and short skirt. Never in makeup or a wig. Always clearly a man dressed in women’s clothing. Given a time period from one to four hours, told to stay there for that entire time. Told to take all my outer clothes off in the back of the theater, walk down the center aisle wearing only the lingerie or skirt and blouse, sit in the middle of the front row and remain there for the chosen time.

While there were times when I would be sent to the adult bookstore that I would not touch or suck another man, There was never a time when I was sent to the theater that I did not suck at lease one man, and most often more. It was there that I was first spanked by a man. My skirt pulled up, my panties pulled down, spanked as I leaned over the arm of the chair to suck the man next to me. Then kneeling in front of the man who spanked me to suck him, thanking him for the spanking. I left my skirt up and my panties down. Several men had moved closely and were watching, I purposely left myself exposed so they could see my red bottom and my small hard cock as I sucked the man who had publicly spanked me.

Serving men, and particularly being touched by men, has always, and continues, to be very humiliating to me. It is that humiliation that makes it arousing.











I hate this. I should never have discussed cuckolding with my wife. I loved the idea of her taking lovers, telling me the details as I fuck her already used pussy. That isn’t what happened. After the first couple of men she realized that their large cocks could provide much more pleasure for her than my small one. After that, she did tell me all the details, but only while I was licking her pussy and and making her cum, after they had finished fucking her. She made it clear that I would not be allowed in her pussy again. She let me cum, as often as I would like, but I had to masturbate, cum on either her pussy or her ass, and then lick my cum up and keep licking until she came.

Around the same time she added something else to her affairs. Whenever she met a new man she wanted she invited him over to the house. I was made to lie naked on the bed, my small cock clearly visible. She had her new boy toy kneel next to my head, his much larger cock flopped down over my face. With my wife laughing on the other side of me, she tells me to open my lips, let his cock rest on them and on my face. I am not made to lick or suck him, she does that. She teases his cock, not really sucking it, but licking the head, exciting and arousing it as it lies across my face. I can feel her tongue brush my lips or cheek as she licks another mans cock against my face.

It usually takes a very long time, but eventually she coaxes the man’s cock to cum. When it does, it spurts all over my face and into my open mouth. I have to lay, passive, neither helping or preventing it. Once he is done cumming I have to swallow what dripped in my mouth and then take his soft cock into my mouth. Now I do have to actively suck him. My tongue and my lips have to caress and stroke him, have to excite and arouse him. I have to suck him back to full hardness. Once he is hard I have to kiss his balls, and beg him to use his large hard cock to satisfy my wife.

She would then straddle my head, have him take her from behind. I would lick her pussy as he pleased her with his cock, pausing after he came inside her to open my mouth wide as he pulled out. After his cum had finished dripping into my open mouth I leaned back up to lick my wife until she was satisfied.

What I really hate about all this, is how very many of them there are.






































There have been times when I exposed myself in stockings and panties at an adult book store when a man would come into my booth but not let me suck him. Some would look at me feminized, to fondle my little cock in my panties, while stroking themselves. If they did not want my submissive mouth on their cock I would kneel before them as they masturbated, kiss their balls, turn my face up right under their cock and watch from an inch away, making it clear my face could be his target. I would stay like that until he did cum, shooting all over my upturned face. After he left I would further humiliate myself by staying like that, exposed in panties and stockings but now with cum all over my face. Sometimes other men would come into my booth and add to the cum on my face, sometimes not. Either way, I would always walk out through the store section like that when I left. I am such a cum slut

There have been times when I exposed myself in stockings and panties at an adult book store when a man would come into my booth but not let me suck him. Some would look at me feminized, to fondle my little cock in my panties, while stroking themselves. If they did not want my submissive mouth on their cock I would kneel before them as they masturbated, kiss their balls, turn my face up right under their cock and watch from an inch away, making it clear my face could be his target. I would stay like that until he did cum, shooting all over my upturned face. After he left I would further humiliate myself by staying like that, exposed in panties and stockings but now with cum all over my face. Sometimes other men would come into my booth and add to the cum on my face, sometimes not. Either way, I would always walk out through the store section like that when I left.

I am such a cum slut













It was bad enough my wife taunted me with her new lover. Telling me how good he was, how big, how much he filled her. But this? I never expected this! I was resistant when she told me I would “double date” with her and her boyfriend. Then she pulled her short dress up and showed me her pussy. I knew I would have to watch his hands up her dress all night. But I couldn’t believe it when she said she had set me up with his brother ….. and that he was gay …… and that I would be wearing her panties …… and that she told him he would get lucky! She laughed, and threw the pair of panties she had been wearing all day at my face. She watched, smiling, as I pulled my pants off and put them on.

The “date” wasn’t as bad as I expected. Until the ride home. I was in the back with the brother, I could see my wife’s lover had his hand up her dress and was lightly stroking her pussy. She was half turned in the seat, more open to his hand and more able to watch us. The brother slipped an arm around me and pulled me closer. He kissed me as his hand slid down the back of my pants. He laughed as his fingers found my panties, cupping and squeezing my cheeks. “What a sweet little sissy” he laughed, “I can’t wait to see those.” His lips on mine, kissing me deeply, was very humiliating. Another mans lips, his tongue probing into my mouth, as my wife watched and smiled.

Firmly he pushed my head down, making me kiss my way down his chest, holding my head in his lap. I heard my wife giggle and say, “Go ahead honey. I told him he would get lucky. Don’t make a liar out of me.” I hesitantly opened his pants, taking out his already hard cock. Kissing the head, I slid my lips over it. I sucked it clumsily, not really knowing what to do. Humiliated at sucking a mans cock in the back of a car, his hand down my pants, fondling my panties, squeezing my ass, my wife watching. Somehow, despite my inexperience, he seemed to enjoy it. Soon his hand was on my head, forcing me down on his cock, hips rising to my face as he filled my mouth with cum. I coughed and sputtered and gagged, but managed to swallow it. My wife laughed hard at the face that I made when he filled my mouth with cum. He was zipping up his pants as we pulled into our driveway.

The last thing I saw of my wife was her walking across the living room, her lovers hand on her bare ass, her dress up to her waist, looking over her shoulder as she left me with the brother and said, “Please be gentle with him. He is a virgin.” With a wicked chuckle she disappeared into the bedroom.



















It was bad enough my wife taunted me with her new lover. Telling me how good he was, how big, how much he filled her. But this? I never expected this! I was resistant when she told me I would “double date” with her and her boyfriend. Then she pulled her short dress up and showed me her pussy. I knew I would have to watch his hands up her dress all night. But I couldn’t believe it when she said she had set me up with his brother ….. and that he was gay …… and that I would be wearing her panties …… and that she told him he would get lucky! She laughed, and threw the pair of panties she had been wearing all day at my face. She watched, smiling, as I pulled my pants off and put them on.

The “date” wasn’t as bad as I expected. Until the ride home. I was in the back with the brother, I could see my wife’s lover had his hand up her dress and was lightly stroking her pussy. She was half turned in the seat, more open to his hand and more able to watch us. The brother slipped an arm around me and pulled me closer. He kissed me as his hand slid down the back of my pants. He laughed as his fingers found my panties, cupping and squeezing my cheeks. “What a sweet little sissy” he laughed, “I can’t wait to see those.” His lips on mine, kissing me deeply, was very humiliating. Another mans lips, his tongue probing into my mouth, as my wife watched and smiled.

Firmly he pushed my head down, making me kiss my way down his chest, holding my head in his lap. I heard my wife giggle and say, “Go ahead honey. I told him he would get lucky. Don’t make a liar out of me.” I hesitantly opened his pants, taking out his already hard cock. Kissing the head, I slid my lips over it. I sucked it clumsily, not really knowing what to do. Humiliated at sucking a mans cock in the back of a car, his hand down my pants, fondling my panties, squeezing my ass, my wife watching. Somehow, despite my inexperience, he seemed to enjoy it. Soon his hand was on my head, forcing me down on his cock, hips rising to my face as he filled my mouth with cum. I coughed and sputtered and gagged, but managed to swallow it. My wife laughed hard at the face that I made when he filled my mouth with cum. He was zipping up his pants as we pulled into our driveway.

The last thing I saw of my wife was her walking across the living room, her lovers hand on her bare ass, her dress up to her waist, looking over her shoulder as she left me with the brother and said, “Please be gentle with him. He is a virgin.” With a wicked chuckle she disappeared into the bedroom.




















My wife had started taking the dominant role in our marriage. I found I enjoyed seeing to her pleasure, doing little things for her, playing at being her submissive. Unfortunately for me, she was not playing. She told me to do something and I refused. She slapped me across the face, and told me to strip as she grabbed her phone and called a friend from work. She did not even try to keep me from hearing. She had called a gay man who she has been friends with for years. I could hear her asking him to get together as many of his friends as he could and be at the house in twenty minutes. I started to protest, but she slapped my face again, grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor. Growling, she told me not to move, to stay on my knees on the floor. Soon, the doorbell rang and I begged her not to open it. “Shut up bitch” she said as she strode away. She was back soon, grabbed my by my hair and dragged me to the living room as I tried hard to keep up with her as I crawled in behind her. There were seven men sitting around our living room, all with their pants down and slowly stroking their cocks. Still holding me tightly by the hair, and for the sole purpose of humiliating me, my wife loudly announced, “Boys, this is my husband. He is going to be your Fairy Cocksucker today. His mouth is yours for as long as you want it. When you give him back I expect him to be a simpering faggot cum slut. Use him as much as you like. He will eagerly suck all of you until you can’t get it up anymore.” Looking down at me and scowling she said, ominously, “He knows better than to refuse to do anything you want.” With that, she pulled my hair hard, pushing me into the room, sprawling on the floor, and turned and walked away.

















My girlfriend has told one of her friends at work that she kept my cock locked in a cage. She even showed her friend the key, and a picture of me. It was only a matter of time before she was invited over to the house to see for herself. I was made to stand before her, strip off all my clothes and present myself to her. She laughed, and her first comment was how small my cock was. She reached out and grabbed my balls and squeezed them, smiling as I grimaced. She pulled on my cage, twisted it, making sure it held me securely, but pulling and pinching and hurting my cock and balls as she did. Finally, my girlfriend told me that her friend had a very good idea on a way to decide how often I could cum in the next year. My eyes opened wide as I just stared at my girlfriend. Laughing, her friend explained that I could chose a number. That number would either be how many times I got to cum for the next year, or how many days I had to wait between orgasms. Which it would be would be determined by the flip of a coin. Grinning widely, she laughed and said, “Go on, little boy, pick a number.” My mind raced, as I looked from her to my girlfriend and back, they were both grinning now. I did math quickly in my head. Did I want to play it safe, pick 19 and get the same number of orgasms either way? Or did I want to pick a different number, hoping that I could get more orgasms? I had been locked in my cage for over three weeks. No orgasm, unable to even get hard without it hurting. My cock wanted more than 19 orgasms this year. I was definitely thinking with my cock when I answered “Three, Miss.” The women howled with laughter. Her friend said, “You are a horny little slut. I do hope it doesn’t blow up in your face.” Both women were grinning, I knew they each wanted to see heads come up, while I was praying for tails. Her friend flipped the coin, as I watched it spin in the air my cock was eagerly hoping for tails, but there was a little part of my mind that was saying, “Would heads really be all that bad?”








I was desperate. It was the fourth time in the past six months I was late with rent. When I told my landlord he just looked at me. He told me he would give me one more week to come up with the money if I sucked his cock. I quickly refused and he just laughed. “Fine”, he said. “Rent in full by this evening or the eviction notice will be on your door in the morning.”

I gave in immediately, really had no choice. I started to get on my knees and he laughed again. “Oh no, Princess” he chuckled, “I want you all dressed up and pretty.” I blushed. When he had come to do some repairs a few weeks earlier he had walked in on me while I was dressed in lingerie and heels. Completely defeated I nodded, said “Yes Sir” and turned to walk into my bedroom.

He followed me and watched as I changed. He smiled wickedly as I stripped, exposing my smoothly shaven body and small cock. It was very humiliating to put on stockings and garters and panties as he watched. A bra with fake breasts, a sheer blouse, short pleated skirt and heels. He looked me up and down and grinned. “Makeup and wig too, bitch” was all he said. “Yes Sir” I sighed, and quickly did my makeup, using bright red “please may I suck your cock” lipstick. Settling my wig on my head I stood submissively before him and asked, “Please may I suck your cock now Sir?” Laughing, he replied, “Not quite yet, Princess” and grabbing my arm pulled me out of my apartment.

I stumbled behind him on my heels as he dragged me down the stairs to the landing on the first floor. Pushing me to the floor, he kicked my legs open and stood between them, dropping his pants to his ankles. Suddenly I found myself sitting on the floor, legs open, panties exposed, his cock dangling in front of my nose. I knew all the tenants would be coming home in seconds. I started to protest and he cut me off. “You want more time, bitch, start sucking.”

Closing my eyes I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth. Just as my lips wrapped around the head I heard the door below open and footsteps on the stairs. I whimpered a little but didn’t stop. I heard gasps and giggles as my neighbors walked by and saw me as a sissy with the landlords hard cock deep in my mouth. Some moved on to their apartments, chuckling as they passed. Quite a few stayed and watched and soon there was a small crowd enjoying the show. The woman who lived right next door to me began to laugh and pointed out the erection in my panties. Laughing almost too hard to talk she commented that it was so small he wasn’t sure it was an erection. All the others howled with laughter and I could feel the heat of my face blushing bright red.

My landlord grabbed my head and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth as he came. The first two large spurts filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. Pulling out, he stroked his long cock, shooting the rest of he cum all over my face. Smiling as he pulled his pants back up he sneered, “Alright Princess, you can have one more week to come up with your rent. If you need more time after that, and beg very nicely, we might be able to work something out.” Laughing, he walked away, leaving me humiliated, on the floor, my face covered in cum.








I love the idea of my wife watching closely, offering instruction and berating and humiliating me as I suck off her lover. It is very humiliating, which for me also means arousing, when she calls me a faggot, a sissy cock sucker, a sissy cum slut, in front of the man who fucks her like I can’t.

She keeps that up, humiliating me as I suck him. Knowing my cock is throbbing in my panties. Finally, she allows me to touch myself, to rub my cock but not take it out of my panties. I get to cum, just as he shoots in my mouth. My mouth filled with the cum of the man who fucks my wife, my panties wet and filled with my own cum.

I open my mouth to show my wife his cum. She smiles cruelly, telling me that she wants me to swallow it, but that by swallowing it I acknowledge and agree that the only way I will ever cum again is when my mouth is filled with another mans cock. My eyes grow wide, the taste of his cum is strong on my tongue and it is already slipping back toward my throat. I want it, I want to swallow it, even knowing that it means that very soon I will be begging my beautiful but cruel wife for cocks to suck just so I can cum.

Closing my eyes, I close my mouth and swallow audibly. The feel of his cum sliding down my throat confirming all of the things my wife has called me. I truly am a faggot, a sissy cock sucker, a sissy cum slut, and will be an eager one so I can get my own pleasure. My wife’s deep wicked chuckle tells me she knows that too.











My roommate was supposed to go away for the weekend. The perfect chance to dress fully and stay that way for a couple days. I usually was only able to sneak in a pair of panties or some stockings. Friday night after dinner I took my time. Nice sexy stockings and panties, a sheer black teddy and heels. I got out my wig, even did my makeup. Suddenly, the door opened and my roommate walked in. He started saying he had forgotten something but stopped dead when he saw me. I froze unable to say a word. Finally he growled, “I’ve been living with a faggot?” I denied it, told him I just liked to dress. Wasn’t a faggot. “Bullshit” he said. “You look like a faggot. We will see about that.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the couch, pushing me to my knees, he dropped his pants and sat down. He pulled my face to his crotch and pressed it to his cock and balls. He didn’t say a word, just held my face to his crotch. In a few minutes I kissed his balls. Then my tongue slid out and licked them quickly before retreating back into my mouth. I turned my head and kissed the base of his shaft and slid my tongue along that. He chuckled and said, “I thought so.” With that he let go of