Dani s Story Book III Decisions Chapter VIII
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There was something raw, and primal about being Pansy Pumpscock. Each
mincing step embodied Dasein. With each mincing step, the sidewalk and
her platform Fuck Me Pumps acted in perfect concert. Her expression
indicated no signs of deceit; only the pure representation of a sissy
faggot committed with every fiber of her being to making men cum, OMG.
The lips of her open mouth were made to be painted with cum. The way
that her high limp wrists flailed about as she took every purposeful
step made it crystalline clear that there was not a trace of masculinity
in her. She was a pansy, and she pumps cocks.
Alas, she was incomplete, and she knew it. Just as the caterpillar knows
that it must encase itself in a chrysalis, Pansy Pumpscock knew that she
must bind her body into the strictest of body shaping garments. While
her phone could have guided her to her destination, she did not need it.
There was only one place she could go to fulfill her destiny, and her
body minced towards it without any conscious thought.
However, as what appeared to be the most extreme sissy faggot that had
ever walked the earth marched towards her destination, Paul struggled to
get control of the body that until one hour ago belonged to him. Paul
wasn't gay. Paul didn't even like to wear women's clothing. Paul was a
serious person who worked hard, doing something or another, and played
hard, throwing balls about with other men like him. And they would get
sweaty and take their clothes off together and go shower, rubbing soap
all over their hard, muscular bodies. And while they would scrub
themselves all over, making sure to clean each and every musky crack,
they would talk about banging chicks, and pump their cocks in and out
and in and out of every one of their holes, into they dropped their hot,
sticky loads all over the women's bodies.
Paul had to do something. Paul had to make this all stop. But how? Paul
didn't know what to do. Paul didn't even know that his name was Paul.
When he thought about who he was, he just knew that he was Pansy
Pumpscock. When he thought about what he did, he thought, OMG, I NEED TO
BE MAKING MEN CUM.
Around and around Paul went in the maze that was his mind. I'm not Pansy
Pumpscock, I'm Pansy Pumpscock, and I don't need to be making men cum. I
have important business I have to take care of; the most important
business of my life: MAKING MEN CUM.
If Paul had bothered looking at his phone, he would see dozens of phone
calls going straight to voicemail. But his phone didn't vibrate, and he
didn't bother to look. He was busy trying to explain to himself that he
was Pansy Pumpscock and that it was important that he stopped whatever
he was doing because he needed to make men cum.
Pansy Pumpscock could feel Paul struggling inside her head. It tickled
and made her giggle. None of it mattered. She needed to make men cum,
and the establishment she was standing in front of was going to help her
do it.
The heavy clomp of her Gucci platform Fuck Me Pumps resonated as she
strutted into the establishment. The little bell on the door tinkled,
summoning the owner from the back of the store.
"OH MY GOD!" Pansy gasped as she surveyed the store's wares. Dozens of
mannequins wore the most detailed, exquisite, feminine corsets that
Pansy had ever seen.
There were longline, cinchers, waist trainers and waspie underbust
corsets. There was lingerie, cupped, bustiers, flat line, and sweetheart
overbust corsets. The detailed swirls and patterns made your eyes sink
into their depths. The colors ranged from the purple to pink; tartan to
Victorian; stern black to virginal white.
An elegantly waisted older woman pushed through a beaded doorway into
the front of the shop. "Hello, Pansy. I'm Madam Hutchinson. I've been
expecting you."
This didn't make sense. None of this made sense. Paul was standing in
the middle of some strange ladies underwear shop on a pair of stilts,
and this woman was acting like she expected him. He had never seen this
woman before in his life. He had never been to this store before. A
bucket of cold water magically appearing in the air and dumping itself
all over Paul's head couldn't have stunned him anymore.
He looked at her with pleading eyes, and softly said, "Oh my god, I need
to make men cum."
"Of course you do, dearest. Come back into the fitting room, and we'll
lace you up."
And just like that darkness turned to light, the night turned to day,
and Pansy Pumpscock was back in charge.
She looked into Madam Hutchinson's eyes, smiled, raised her limp wrists
up high, and marched towards the back, saying, "OMG!"
The fitting area was full of fabrics, ribbons, and sewing tools. In one
corner was a large, three-sided mirror. On a mannequin next to it was
the most exquisite, pink, flat line, lace detailed, corset he had ever
seen. The ruffles, ribbons and intricate pink hearts made it perfectly
clear that this corset was not designed for a lady. This corset was
designed for a sissy. One sissy in particular: Pansy Pumpscock.
"What do you think, my dear?"
The emotions overwhelmed the sissy. Her hands started to fluster, and
her words struggled to get out, "Oh... my... GAWD... I need to be making
men CUM!"
"Yes you do, Pansy Pumpscock, and you need to be tightly laced in your
custom corset to do it. Let's get all those ugly boys clothes off of
you."
Those words reminded Pansy that while inside she was a simpering
effeminate sissy, her clothes were still those of a stupid man/boy
pretending that he was all important and stuff. They were disgusting.
"OMG, yes!"
Pansy took off her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her shirt. As she
did she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She was becoming the
sissy she was meant to be. She was becoming more and more the type of
sissy that was put on earth for no other purpose than to make men cum.
She was... hairy!
"OH MY GOD!" Pansy Pumpscock wanted to vomit. Underneath her clothes,
she was covered in disgusting man hair. She has all furry, like some
sort of pathetic werewolf or something.
"OMG! OMG! OMG!" Out of control, her hands started flailing as she
minced about the store as if she was covered in cockroaches or
something. "OMG, no! No! No! OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM:"
It's amazing how many different things Pansy was able to communicate
with a single sentence. This time her inflections indicated that the
current state of affairs was completely unacceptable.
"It's OK, dearie. We can fix this."
"OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG." There was no consoling Pansy. There was no calming
her down. She needed this hair off of her body, and she needed it now.
Pansy minced out of the store with amazing speed, as if her sissy ass
was on fire. The loud stomps of her Fuck Me Pumps echoed through the
shop, the little tinkling of the doorbell heralding her departure.
In the distance, you could hear her calling out, "OMG, I NEED TO BE
MAKING MEN CUM!"
Pansy was out of control. Strutting down the street, limp-wrists a
flutter, eyes streaming with tears, her brain wracked itself trying to
think of a place where she could rid herself of the disgusting hair that
polluted her body.
She was so busy trying to fix this problem which was causing her world
to crash around her, that she didn't notice the slight rise in one of
the slabs of the sidewalk.
Pansy hurled to the ground. She started to get up when her body screamed
in pain. "OMG!"
All she could do was break down into uncontrolled sobs.
"Are you OK?"
Pansy looked up, and between the tears beheld her night in shining
armor, or in this case her night in a red college hoodie. "Omg," she
whispered.
"Here, let me help you up." He extended a hand down to her and pulled
her up onto her shaking feet.
"Omg," Pansy said in thanks.
"You need to be careful, running in shoes like that. You could have
seriously hurt yourself."
Pansy blushed, and giggled, "OMG."
"So what's got you all flustered?"
"OMG." The tears started flowing again. "OMG, I'm... I'm all hairy. OMG,
I need it off." The despair that filled Pansy's heart made her hands
start to flutter as if she was some sort of sissy hummingbird or
something. Things seemed to be going so well, and then this. She
couldn't handle it.
"Well, you're in luck. I just happen to be a magician." He waved his
hands in dramatic fashion and uttered, "Abracadabra," pointed across the
street. There stood a business with the name of Smooth MedSpa.
Underneath it was a sign that said: HAIR REMOVAL 50% OFF.
Pansy was stunned. "OH MY GOD!" He really was a magician.
The gentleman extended his arm to Pansy. "Would you like an escort, my
dear?"
Taking his arm, she sighed in satisfaction and let him lead her across
the street.
As a dazed Pansy Pumpscock entered the establishment, her champion
pulled out his cell phone. "Hey, Roger... You'll never guess what
disappearing CEO I just helped up off of the sidewalk..."
Pansy Pumpscock loved having a purpose and lived to fulfill it. OMG, she
needed to be making men cum, and right now that meant that she needed to
be smooth. This place would make her smooth, and that made her very
happy.
When Pansy walked into any room, she made an entrance. Her ultra-sissy
version of a runway strut walked everyone's eyes to her. Her sky-high
platform Fuck Me pumps informed everyone around her that she was a bimbo
sex freak that was built to please men. However, in this place, her
entrance had no effect at all. The two Asian women and one man seemed
completely entrance by some show that Pansy didn't understand.
Pansy cleared her throat and announced, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
They all looked up and the sissy. The oldest women said, "Do you want
hair removal? 50% off today."
"OMG, yes!" It was so nice to finally meet someone who really knew what
Pansy was saying.
"Come with me." The women led Pansy down a row with doors and opened the
last of them. Gesturing into it, she said, "Take your clothes off."
"OMG." Pansy Pumpscock walked into the room and started stripping. There
was no choice in the matter. She was a sissy, and someone had given her
a command. Sissies obeyed.
It was a few minutes of the nude sissy standing there in her sky-high
Fuck Me pumps before another, younger woman returned. Slowly circling
her, she asked, "What do you want removed?"
"OMG, I need all of it gone!"
She made tsking sounds to herself and said, "Lots of hair... need three
people... very painful."
"OMG, please!" There was a pitying wail in Pansy's voice.
Pulling a long piece of paper of the cushioned table that was in the
center of the room, she gestured at it and said, "Lie here."
Before long the two women and the man were working on Pansy's hairy
body. The started on the backside, covering sections with wax, and
quickly ripping them off.
Inside her head, she could hear Paul screaming his head off. It just
came out of Pansy as a sensual, "OMG!" It was natural for a sissy to
suffer for who she was. The pain was part of the process.
However, it was difficult for Pansy to be so close to a man. Her head
twisted from side to side to see the huge bulge in the Asian man's
crotch. By the evil grin on his face, he could tell the effect he was
having on Pansy.
The best pain was when they removed the hair from her crotch. That was a
place that a sissy should never have hair, and it was only right that it
really hurt Pansy a lot. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
After two hours the older woman slapped Pansy playfully on the ass and
said, "All done!"
Pansy giggled and said, "OMG!"
Mincing over to the full-length mirror, Pansy twirled about and smiled
her biggest smile. People used to joke that Paul was incapable of
smiling. That his face would crack. That wasn't true of Pansy Pumpscock.
She had a big, beautiful smile. Afterall, she was smooth.
The man looked at Pansy and said, "OK, thank you!"
Pansy gently grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes. "Oh my god, I
need to be making men cum," she said, seductively.
The gorgeous Asian man looked at the older woman for approval. She
nodded, and the two women left.
Putting his hands on Pansy's shoulders, he pushed her down onto her
knees before him. Wrapping her arms around his strong, muscular ass, she
pressed her lips against the clear bulge that he displayed inside his
tan khakis.
Gently her lips caressed his sex through his pants. She whispered at the
bulge, "OMG." There was something so totally fucking sexy about a man's
hardness straining to get free.
While OMG, Pansy needed to make men cum, she also knew that she needed
to take her time and really tease the cum out of a man if she wanted to
get a lot of cum out of him.
His hands dug into Pansy's short hair. "OMG, I need sexy bimbo hair,"
she thought. When, between his heavy breathing, the firmness with which
he pulled on her hair, and the intense throbbing of his erection, that
he needed to have his cock set free, Pansy slowly pulled down the zipper
of his pants.
The hardness of his cock made it much more difficult to get the zipper
down, but that just made it hotter to Pansy Pumpscock.
Pulling his pants down, around his ankles, Pansy started mouthing her
cocksucker lips up and down the massive bulge tenting inside his sexy
tidy whities. Up and down her head went, slowly teasing him.
He sprang at her like a cat. In an instant, he grabbed her hair, pulled
out his cock, and thrust it into her mouth. Her "OMG" was muffled by the
long, strong dick that was now face fucking her hard.
Before, Pansy was grabbing his ass to tease him. Now she was grabbing it
to hold on for dear life.
She was gagging, and drooling and sputtering all over his cock. His
thrusts were hard and abusive. She wasn't a person, she was a hold to
fuck. The sounds that came out of her mouth were the most obscene sounds
she had ever heard. They were music to her ears. Her music.
And with each thrust into her face, Pansy Pumpscock was at one with the
cosmos. There was no confusion, no doubt. There was nothing but pure
cock sucking purpose. She was a hole for men to dump their cum into.
She could tell he was getting closer. She forced her face down harder
onto his cock, eliciting a loud choking sound.
Looking up into his eyes, with his large Asian cock buried in her face,
his hairy balls tickling her chin, she saw god. A beautiful, lust
filled, sexy god.
He grabbed her head and held her in place. His cock enlarged in Pansy's
throat as she unconsciously tried to push him out of her mouth. She
couldn't breathe. He was killing her with his cock.
She couldn't taste him. She could only feel him. The blissful, perfect,
pumping of his cum inside of her. He was a cock machine, and he was
pumping his load into Pansy.
It was a big load. Luckily for both of them, he was very strong and held
Pansy impaled on his shaft until his cock was completely drained.
Pulling out, Pansy gasped air into her lungs. She was alive. More
importantly, she was full of cum!
She had paid the bill that was more expensive then her Fuck Me pumps
without a second thought. Money didn't matter. She needed to be making
men cum.
Dressed in her ridiculous manly rags, Pansy walked out of the shop.
Waiting for her was her knight in shining everyday clothes standing
there with a photographer.
Looking at them she smiled, and said, "OMG, I'm not ready yet. I need to
be making men cum," and she paraded past them back over to the corset
shop, ready now to be fitted.
The two reporters just looked at each other, laughed, and followed Pansy
across the street.
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