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A Run Too Far - Part 2 free porn video
Before I start part 2 can I say thank you to those of you who left me
feedback. I was truly surprised at how much and how positive the
feedback was and to be honest, I'm feeling a bit of pressure because I
don't really know what it was that made that first part so popular.
I will do my best to keep the story at the standard that you all want
but if I start going off track please do contact me at curt_seygurl
yahoo.co.uk. If you have any scenarios that you'd like to see in
the story send them to me at that email address and I'll do my best.
Everyone out there must have a fantasy they dream about. Send them to
me, hopefully some of you have some more unusual fantasies that I can
incorporate. I will mention you if I do that.
And please, can I do a shameless plug for my blog,
mygirlyplayspace.blogspot.com. Please revisit it every now and then. I
will be posting pictures and captions. I assure you that the running
outfits I post on there are outfits that were worn as shown in the
photos. I tend to run on trails. So they are pretty quiet, but there
is still a risk of coming across dog walkers of just people out for a
walk. Some of those trails are closer to a populated area than others
and so are busier.
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A bike ride too far - part 2
I drove back to my house with Master following in his van. Normally I
would have put a pair of tracksuit trousers over my leggings before
getting home but, with my change in cicumstances, today I wasn't
allowed to do so.
Master followed me into my house bringing a backpack with him. Once
inside he told me to gather ALL of my female/fetish items and bring
them to the lounge. As I left to do so he was getting a laptop out of
his backpack. It took me 15 minutes to gather everything and put it in
a pile in the lounge. I was actually quite surprised at how big the
pile was. As I brought things to add to the pile I saw that he'd
attached both my phone and my camera to his laptop and was typing
away.
I bought the last few items in, put them on the pile and stood
awakwardly, waiting to see what was going to happen. As I stood there
I felt nauseous and slightly light headed. Never in a million years
had I imagined that this would happen. I cursed myself for being so
stupid and I swore that as soon as he left I would purge all my stuff
and never do it again. Finally he looked up from the laptop.
"You are a sissy, you do not stand in the presence of men, you kneel.
Get on your knees now."
"Yes Master Sir," I said as I got down on my knees.
"I have downloaded all the photos from your camera to my laptop, I
have also backed the contents of your phone to my laptop. In addition
to now having all your contacts, I still have access to your facebook
account. Do you have any other social media accounts?"
I hesitated, if I just said no, how would he know otherwise? He smiled
at my hesitation.
"You sissies are all alike. You really think you can outsmart proper
men. When we've finished here we're going to go to your PC or your
laptop, whichever you have, and I'm going to go through it. If I find
any signs that you have accounts you have not told me about you will
be in for a world of humiliation, and possibly pain if you make me
really angry."
So I told him about my other accounts and within 5 minutes the
passwords to all of them had been changed by him. I was asked about
the type of computer I have and when I said laptop I was given
permission to stand and go fetch it, together with my passport and
wallet. I unlocked the screen and handed it to him. As I knelt on the
floor close to his knees he occasionally asked questions and about 20
minutes later my stash of photos of myself in all sorts of female
clothing and embarrassing poses was copied to a USB stick that he put
in his backpack. He put my laptop down.
"Now sissy. I know what your type is like. You wore that pathetic
outfit because you were so horny you'd worked yourself up to wanting
to 'push the boundary' of your normal subtle sissy thrills. If I was
to stop you from masturbating for a few months I could have you doing
all sorts of humiliating things and at some level you'd enjoy them.
But, I also know that the time that a sissy is closest to being a true
man, is just after orgasm. The most common time for a sissy to purge
their stuff, is in the few hours after a particularly embarrassing
orgasm. They suddenly realise how pathetic what they have just done
was, and they despise themselves. Get undressed."
He watched as I started to, slowly, take off the clothes that had got
me into trouble. As I started to stand to slip the leotard and
leggings off he stopped me and so I lay on my back and took them off
that way. Finally I knelt, naked, in front of him.
"Wow, not much there is there? Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. The good
news sissy is that, just as you like the thought of humiliation, I
like inflicting humiliation. Now, there's a big difference there. You
like the thought of it, safe in your perverted little brain you can
direct what humiliation you get, you can keep it within safe limits.
For example, I bet all your fantasies are of women humiliating you,
men scare you. Now I, on the other hand, enjoy humiliating people. It
excites me when someone is doing something that they really don't want
to do just because I tell them to. It excites me to see them fighting
their inner urge to just stop and run as they perform whatever act it
is I have requested of them. The shameful looks, furtive glances to
see if anyone has noticed, the body language that says I want to be
anywhere but here. All those things excite me. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
Unfortunately I did, and the longer he'd spoken the more my anxiety
levels had increased. "Yes Master Sir, this pathetic sissy
understands."
"I'm not a total monster. I could inflict one gigantic wave of
humiliation on you by just posting all those pics on to your social
accounts. You'd suffer significant humiliation but that would be the
end of it as far as I was concerned. If I outed your secret I'd no
longer have a hold over you. So I'm not going to do that. Your
humiliations will be subtle, possibly not as subtle as you'd like, but
believe me they could be worse. For example, I could have made
sissandy go run at lunch time, that would have ensured significant
public humiliation for him because that route is very popular with
walkers. So, as long as you do what I request of you I will play
nicely with you. There's a theory that men don't play with dolls, but
you're going to be my living doll, a toy for me to play with."
He told me to go make a cup of coffee for him and to bring a side
plate back with me. When I returned he was in the process of opening
curtains and looking through his camera as he walked around my lounge.
Unsure what to do I got to my knees while holding the plate and his
coffee. A few minutes later he took his coffee from me and pointed to
a spot I was to crawl to. He moved one of my chairs so that he could
sit facing me.
"Now sissy, we're going to start exploring your new world. Let's get
you into that zone where you are able to look at what you're doing as
it really is and not through those rose tinted lenses that you get
when you're horny. Jerk off onto that plate, look into my eyes as you
do so."
It took me a while to get an erection, a job made twice as hard
because I was looking into his eyes, noting his amusement at my
struggles. I'd never looked at a male and got an erection. My stress
levels at being in this predicament didn't help either. But I played
with it, rubbed and stroked it and it slowly came to life. He
photographed my progress. A few minutes later I knelt with a plate
with my cum on it in one hand and a quickly wilting penis in the
other. And he was right, I felt total shame and revulsion. He knew
that too because his smile grew as he took a close up photo of my
face.
"Sissy has left the building, Graham Raymond Moore has returned," he
said, using my full name as it was on my drivers license.
"Graham, ask to kiss my feet so that you can show your respect to me."
I was confused by the fact that he'd changed to using my proper name.
"Please may I kiss your feet as a sign of respect?" I asked. He leant
forward and slapped me.
"Remember what I told you in the parking lot?"
"Yes master Sir, this pathetic sissy apologises, please may this
pathetic sissy kiss your feet as a sign of respect Master Sir?"
He looked confused and reached for my passport, which he opened.
"It says here that your name is Graham Raymond Moore and that you're a
male. Is that not true?"
It took a few seconds for me to realise what he was doing and my
humiliation, together with the feeling of hopelesness, increased.
"No Master Sir. That passport is incorrect, I am a pathetic sissy
Master Sir."
He reached for my wallet and took out my drivers licence.
"But you have a drivers licence that says the same, here, look, it
says Graham Raymond Moore, male."
"Master Sir, both of those documents are incorrect, I am not a male, I
am a pathetic sissy, and I don't answer to the names you mentioned, I
answer to sissy, Master Sir."
"Mmmm, sissy, that's not a name, it's a word. We need something
individual for you, after all if I was to call out sissy when I've got
all my dolls together at the doll house they'd all come mincing over.
Mmm, Graham, Graham, Graham ... Gloria ... Gina ...Gigi, hmm, that's a
possibility, ... Gwendolyn!, I do like that one. Ok, Gwendolyn it is.
What's your name?"
"This pathetic sissy is called Gwendolyn, Master Sir."
"Do you like that name?"
"This pathic sissy loves the name Gwendolyn Master Sir, thank you
Master Sir."
"Now Graham, you were asking me something?"
"This pathetic si..," Slap! My cheek stung as he slapped me.
"You asked me something Graham?"
Unsure what was happening I started again, "Master S..." Slap! Again.
"Graham, you asked me something?"
The penny dropped. I kept quiet. He smiled.
"Gwendolyn, did you want to ask me something?"
"Master Sir, please can this pathetic sissy kiss your feet as a sign
of respect?"
Following his orders I removed his shoes and socks. He made me hold
his socks and sniff them. They were warm and slightly damp. Just
holding them revolted me, but to sniff them, have them so close to my
face made me feel sick. As I concentrated on my misery I could hear
his laughter. Looking over the socks and into his eyes I felt a surge
of shame sweep over me. He saw that and took some more photographs.
"Graham, I'm sure that you want to suck on them?"
It was a step too far. I threw the socks to the side, stood up and
told him to fuck off and get out of my house.
He smiled at me as he reached for my laptop and started typing. With a
theatrical flourish he hit the enter button before slowly turning the
laptop to face me. I scanned the page he was showing me. It was my
facebook page. There was a photo of me and a status update saying "Out
running today, saw this and thought mmmm, interesting." The photo,
thankfully, was from the neck down.
"Finished?" he asked.
Defeated I nodded my head. He clicked on another tab and my tumblr
page popped onto the screen. Same photo, same update.
"Now, do you want to rethink things or shall I start posting photos
with your face in them?"
I got down on my knees and picked up his socks.
"Master Sir, this pathetic sissy is extremely sorry. Please Master
Sir, do not post any more photos of this pathetic sissy. Master Sir,
please may this pathetic sissy suck on your socks?"
He nodded his head.
Slowly I took the socks and raised them to my mouth. I put the top of
each sock in my mouth, leaving them hanging down.
He shook his head. "No Graham, come on now, the underside of the
socks, the part where my sweaty foot has pressed against the dirty
inside of my shoe. Taste my dirt, show how low you've sunk."
I did, I had to fight back waves of nausea. He left me with them in my
mouth as he walked around my house. The longer they were in my mouth
the wetter they got and the more the taste of sweaty feet and dirty
shoe invaded my mouth. But I dare not remove them, instead I fought
back the urge to throw up, gagging as I did.
He returned.
"Graham, can I call you Graham? ... oh, you can't speak with a
mouthful of socks, take them out Graham, it's rude not to answer. Now,
is it okay to call you Graham?"
"Master Sir, this pathetic sissy answers to the name Gwendolyn."
"Very good Graham! You see, I like to call you Graham because it
reminds you or who you really are. Gwendolyn is your shameful,
humiliating existence that you wish would go away, but Graham, I will
make sure that Gwendolyn is going to be around for a few more months.
Now, I'm going to leave because I really wasn't expecting to come
across you today and so I have other arrangements that I can't change.
But you have homework that I want you to do when I leave. You will
wear every single item of clothing in this pile of stuff, one item at
a time, and you will photograph yourself with each item on. Your face
will be clearly visible in each photograph and you will make sure that
your pathetic willie is fully erect. Do you understand me Graham?"
"This pathetic sissy understands Master Sir and this pathetic sissy
will do as you have instructed, thank you Master Sir."
"One last thing Graham," he picked up his camera as he spoke, "the
taste of dirty socks can't be pleasant, I have something to take the
taste away. Lick everything off that plate Graham Raymond Moore."
I was defeated. I looked at the plate with it's watery contents.
"This pathetic sissy thanks you for your consideration Master Sir."
He photographed me as I licked my cum off the plate. He told me how he
would make a lovely montage from the photos of me jerking off onto the
plate and the photos of me cleaning the plate.
He left and when the door slammed shut behind him I ran to the toilet
and threw up. I cried, screamed, shouted, curled up into a ball and
threw up some more. Why had I been so stupid?!
As it was getting dark outside I started setting up my camera on a
tripod. I had "homework" to do.
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