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Sissydoll's Walk free porn video
Sissydoll's Walk
by strangefun
"Now, sissy, show me the most humiliating and uncomfortable way to dress
you up! Be creative, and you just might get to cum today!"
The question shifted my arousal into the new gear. We were in bed, my
face still wet with her juices, my tongue tired, my dick screaming for
release inside its tight plastic prison. Her, completely satisfied,
having orgasmed four times and now in the mood for some teasing, knowing
that in my horny state I will do anything She wants. Anything.
I got off the bed and went to the toy closet. I was blinded with the
desire to please Her, humiliate myself for Her pleasure, and may be earn
a long-denied release. Not likely, but...
I got out my inflatable butt plug and inserted it in my ass with ease -
the pounding She gave me earlier with her favorite strap-on really
loosened me up. I had to pump the plug five times just to secure it
inside. The bulb hung between my legs on a short tube like a little
naughty tail.
Stay-up shiny candy pink stockings with lace top went on next, sheathing
my shaved legs in stretchy, thin, glittering girliness. Stepping into
six-inch heel white patent fuck-me pumps with attached lockable ankle
cuffs made me taller and shakier, and also made my legs look amazing in
the wall mirror. Teetering on the insane heels, I wrapped heavy leather
underbust corset around my waist, looping the strings around the door
knobs and leaning forward, slowly tightened it until the back edges met,
forcing the air out of my lungs and squeezing my waist down good seven or
eight inches. The double D silicone breasts were already attached to my
chest with the surgical glue - and there was no way to remove them, since
She kept "forgetting" to order the solvent. They hung over the corset,
weighting my chest down, with hard nipples sticking out obscenely. I
knotted the corset laces and zipped the leather flap over them - the ends
of the zipper were designed to be locked.
She overlooked my preparations from the bed smiling and slowly fingering
Herself. My self-deprecation always amused and excited her, and being a
humiliation-craving, cross-dressing sissy, I am always happy to lower
myself for her enjoyment and my own not-so-small pleasure.
Next, I inserted a penis gag that was long enough to just reach the back
of my throat, into my mouth and fastened the buckle. Savoring the
submission and humiliation that a long cock gag always brought in me, I
pulled out the full-head latex bimbo mask with wide-opened eyes painted
in a perpetual surprize, candy-pink sealed lips, pencil-thin high-arched
brows and painted-on makeup. I stretched it tightly around my head and
zipped it shut on the back, all the way down the long neck. I was now
looking at the world through the peep holes in mask eyes' pupils and
looking back at me in the mirror was a dumb smiling bimbo with the
expression of surprise and lust on her whore-painted face.
Elbow-length white lace gloves stretched over my hands, showing my candy-
pink painted nails through the lace. Short white frilly sissy dress with
candy pink flowers, flouncy skirt and high heck came over my head and
after a lot of tugging and panting, went over my ridiculous bust and
settled over my hips, barely reaching my mid-thigh. It had long sleeves,
ending up in built-in heavy cuffs and a heavy lockable collar, both
finished with hot pink lace. White leather lockable belt went around my
tiny waist. She motioned me towards Her, and I minced across the bedroom
to the bed. She applied locks to the ankle cuffs of the pumps, flap of
the corset that hid the laces, cuffs at the end of the sleeves locking in
the gloves, and, zipping up the back of the dress, She locked zipper and
the collar around my neck, locking my gagged head inside a rubber bimbo
mask.
She always made me dress myself, but the pleasure of locking me into my
humiliating outfits was always reserved for Her. Every click of the locks
sent shivers up my spine, the feeling of being totally controlled by Her
was overwhelming, having her lock me up in this ridiculous sissy outfit
with no possibility of freeing myself made my dick scream inside the pink
plastic chastity cage. It's been at least a month since I was granted a
full release, though I was humiliatingly "milked" through prostate
stimulation quiet regularly.
The final piece of my humiliating outfit, the blond wig, went over the
rubber bimbo's head, securely held in place by the Velcro patches. I was
now standing in front of the full-length mirror, and what I saw, made my
chastity cage tent the front of my skirt, eliciting the horny and
frustrated moan from behind the long penis gag filling up my mouth and
making me gag slightly every time I moved my head.
Staring back at me was a blonde bimbo in a short white-and-pink dress
with long sleeves and high neck. The lace on the top of the candy-pink
stockings showed just below the hem of flirty skirt, and my long slender
legs, which many girls would be jealous of, seemed to go forever and
pointed at the floor with the thin six-inch-long spike heel of the white
patent fuck-me pumps, secured around my ankles with a locked leg cuff.
Hanging just below the skirt was the bottom of the black bulb for my
inflatable butt plug - barely visible when I was standing up straight,
but immediately obvious with any movement. No panties. I looked silly. I
looked sexy. I looked ridiculous. I looked gorgeous. I looked slutty. I
looked pretty.
I don't know how long I stood there, drooling (figuratively and
literally) over my own reflection, until I heard Her laughing voice:
"Enough admiring yourself. Come here, slut!" I minced towards the bed,
being careful walking in those skyscraper heels, laced into the heavy
corset, compressing my waist and making me draw short shallow breaths
trough the mask's small nose holes, feeling the plug's bulb hit my inner
thighs with every step. As I came close, She grabbed the bulb dangling
between my legs. "You need practice walking in those heels" She said,
squeezing the pump with every word. I moaned and swooned, feeling the
plug expand inside me. "Go take a practice walk around the block."
Her words sent me into a panic - that was a LONG walk, our path around
the block was rather lengthy, easily half a mile, and even though it was
very late and the streets should be deserted, still, walking on these
insane and sexy heels dressed as I was, alone... I shook my head, gagging
on the rubber phallus in my mouth in the process, but She totally
disregarded the gesture - She wasn't asking me, she was stating the fact
that I had no option to argue with.
While I was trembling inside my silly slut outfit, She locked my dresses
hand cuffs to the ring in front of the leather belt, tightly fastened
around my tiny waist - I now appeared to demurely hold my hand in front
of me, but in reality that made me even more helpless, than before - if I
fell, I doubt I could get up again by myself. She spun me around on my
unsteady heels and slapped my ass. "Go!"
With my heart beating in my throat, I minced toward the front door. "Walk
gracefully!" - She instructed me as I walked - "knees straight, shoulders
back, head high, step firmly on your heel!"
With my trembling, bound hands, I found the door handle, and, opening it,
looked outside trough the small holes of the latex bimbo mask - the
street seemed empty and poorly lit because of all the trees blocking the
light from the street lamps, and very, very scary. Around the whole
block! Dressed the way I was, with bound hands and gagged mouth, no way
to defend myself or call for help, and definitely, no running on those
six inch heels locked on my feet. The best I could do was small girly
steps, and, biting down on my gag, I took a small girly step out of the
safety and anonymity of the house and into the cool darkness of the
night.
My heels were loud. I was walking outside, doing my best to keep my knees
straight and shoulders back, stepping firmly on the heel, keeping the
sidewalk in my very limited field of vision that the holes in the pupils
of the mask's eyes allowed, feeling the cool breeze on my naked butt
barely covered by the short flouncy skirt, feeling the butt plug's bulb
hitting my inner thighs with every step. With my heart racing, I walked
through the familiar neighborhood, thinking that anyone who would look
out of the window at this late hour would see a scandalously-dressed
bimbo walking the streets, stepping gingerly on her impossibly high
heels, holding her hands submissively in front of her, looking straight
forward with her wide-opened eyes. Just imagining this picture made my
shriveled in fear dickie swell in excitement and uncomfortably fill the
chastity cage, making me moan and almost stumble. I concentrated on
walking, and, accompanied by the loud click-clocking of my heels on the
pavement, went on with my exciting, humiliating and torturous journey.
First corner. I've been walking for what felt like ages, and I am only at
the first corner! I made a turn and kept walking, putting one hot pink
stalking-clad foot in front of the other, feeling the breeze play with my
skirt, softly caressing my butt, thighs and balls, exciting me even
further. I was walking outside, dressed in the most humiliating and
uncomfortable sissy outfit, locked and bound, in six-inch heels locked on
my feet... Something I would never do on my own, but She commanded me to do
this, and here I am... Immensely enjoying this humiliating experience!
I approached the next corner and my heart skipped a bit - the next street
was a major one, with some traffic even at this late hour. I knew for
sure that I was standing out in my white-and-pink dress, blonde wig, long
pink legs in shiny white fuck-me pumps under short flouncy skirt, and
anyone driving on the street I was about to walk on will notice me. For a
moment, I even though about turning back, but only for a moment. I turned
the corner and walked on, slightly faster and steadier than before -
practice did help.
The first car passed me, flashing the lights over my figure and
disappearing into the night. Second one didn't. I heard the squeal of the
brakes and honking, laughter and lewd comments from the passengers,
asking me for blowjob and anal prices. I was scared to death, and just
kept walking. I saw some camera flashes, and finally, to my great relief,
they sped off. I heard their laughter die off in the distance, and,
shaking with adrenalin, kept walking, concentrating on staying upright on
my suddenly weak knees. Couple more cars passed, one honked and flashed
high beams, before I reached the third corner and hurriedly turned into
to darker alley. Half way through.
The third leg of my walk of shame was much more enjoyable - by the time I
approached the last corner, I was walking confidently, swinging my hips,
enjoying my bonds and the exposure of my sissiness, the feeling of the
cool air on my naked bottom, the wonderfully torturous fullness of the
pumped-up inflatable butt plug, stretching me from the inside. When I
approached Her house, I was almost sorry that the walk was over. However,
my feet were killing me, I was hot and bothered inside the latex bimbo
mask, the fully inflated plug in my butt was becoming unbearable, and I
could not reach the bulb with my hands bound to the belt in front of me.
With a sense of relief, I stepped on the porch and found the door knob
with my bound hands.
The door was locked.
My heart sunk. In my excitement, I forgot to unlock the door when I
stepped out! I cussed myself through the gag. The lights in the bedroom
were off, and now I have to wake Her up, make Her come down and open the
door for me... I am going to pay for this!
I could not reach the doorbell with my hands bound to my waist, so I
pressed the button with my nose and stood there, waiting. Nothing. A car
passed by. I stood outside on the front porch, locked into my humiliating
outfit and locked out of the house. I nosed the doorbell again, and,
after excruciating wait, finally heard Her steps, and the door swung
open.
She stood naked on the doorway, looking at me with contempt. I hung my
head, gagging on the rubber dick in my mouth, looking at Her beautiful
feet. She squatted down, grabbed the pump dangling between my legs, and
squeezed it few times, looking into moaning in discomfort doll's eyes.
"Dumb slut, you made me got up. Go do another lap!"
The door slammed in front of my nose. I felt tears swell in my eyes and
blur my already limited vision. Another car passed by. I turned around
and once again stepped out on the street. Four more corners.
As I walked into the night, I wept into my gag. She did not unlock the
door...
Jane
- 26.02.2022
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