Foretaste
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It all started a few weeks ago when my friend Clare caught me looking at
sissy and forced feminization porn. She was rather non-judgemental about
it and agreed not to tell anyone. I was starting to think that was the
end of it until she brought it up when it was just us two. "I think I
could give you your fantasy," she tells me, "I've been doing some reading
and I've had an idea." "What do you mean?" I asked, surely she couldn't
be talking about me wearing something in front of her. I'd never even
worn female clothing before, it had all just been looking at pictures and
videos. "I've been doing a little shopping and I can arrange it all for
you. I'm also fairly sure I can make you look pretty hot. You just have
to trust me and do as I say." Excited but very, very nervous, I
eventually agreed after some persuading. She was clearly very accepting
of this side of me and she was rather persistent and determined about
doing it, plus how could I pass up the opportunity to live out my
fantasy.
About a week later, she tells me she has everything she needs and calls
me round to her house to get started. After arriving, she has me take a
shower and use a combination of hair removal cream and razers to ensure
my body is perfectly smooth. She then asks me to join her in her bedroom
where she hands me a small pink chastity cage. I stand there with just a
towel around my waist and as I stare at it unsure about the next step she
says, "Trust me. This is to heighten the experience and you'll be able to
remove it and er, relieve yourself afterwards." She doesn't give me much
privacy and I have to just turn away to put the cage on, whilst trying
not to drop the towel from around my waist. Next she explains we're going
to start with make-up. "I don't want you getting nail polish on your
dress, and whilst that's drying I might as well apply the rest of your
make-up." 'Your dress'! I certainly haven't had my own dress before.
Saying that that was a turn on would be an understatement. I'd been in
the chastity cage for a matter of seconds and it's already fighting
against an erection.
She spends the next few minutes painting me finger and toe nails a glossy
candy pink. Next she applies a series of make-up to my face. She then
proceeds to step back to take a good look, adds some finishing touches
before proclaiming "there, done." She quickly turns and goes to get some
items from the bottom of her closet. She pulls out a white satin corset
with a pale pink trim and pale pink garter straps, a pair of matching
satin knickers and a set of glossy, white stockings. Once again I find
myself/the chastity cage fighting an erection at just the sight of the
clothing. "Here, put these on," she tells me while holding out the
knickers. I slip them on and pull them up over the cage. They have a
light pink, frilly trim round the legs and waist - very girly.
She then helps me into the corset before placing some fake breasts into
the cups and tightening the lace. As she pulls the back of the corset
together, my breathing becomes drastically restricted. She ties a knot in
the lace and starts helping me with the stockings. "You need to be
careful not to put any ladders in something a delicate as these," she
says. The feeling of them as the slide up my legs is exquisite. She was
running her hands up my legs too, to ensure they were smooth over my
cleanly shaven legs. At this point I lose the fight against my building
erection and the cage takes the full brunt of it. I'm sure I would have
cum if it wasn't for that cage. Clare then shows me how to attach the
garter straps and as I get the last one fastened she tells me to stand up
straight (not that I could bend that well anyway). She then undoes the
knot securing the corset and pulls hard to tighten it further. "That's
enough," I tell her as the air is forced from my lungs but she does not
respond. Instead, Clare gives the lace another firm tug, and another.
After several more tugs, she eventually gets it to a point where she is
happy, which was probably more than an inch tighter than where I'd have
stopped. Retying the knot she gleefully announces "perfect," before
heading back over to her closet and opening the door further to take a
dress off of a hanger.
The dress she pulls out is white chiffon with a high rounded neckline,
puffed sleeves, candy pink satin sash around the waist and a loose flared
skirt. She helps me into the dress, zips it up and ties the sash into a
big bow at the back. The dress hugs my body firmly from my waist, right
up to the high neckline. She then gets a hair brush and neatens my hair,
smoothing out all the kinks and knots before placing a candy pink hair
band on top. After that, she returns to her closet to retrieve a pair of
shoes. They're white, open-toed shoes with ankle straps and at least a 2-
inch heel. I'm just left in the middle of her room stunned. I can't
believe I'm in girls' underwear and a dress. I can't remember having ever
felt this horny. Right now I'm at her mercy, feeling so submissive I'd
likely do whatever she asked and I'm currently loving it.
I glance around for a mirror but can only see a relatively small make-up
mirror and I'm unable to see much of myself in it from where I am. By
now, she's back with the shoes and has me step into them. "I'll help you
with the straps as I'm not sure you would be able to reach too well in
that corset," she says as she fastens the ankle straps on each shoe. As
she finishes, she looks up at me with a smile and says playfully, "You
might have to be careful with the length of that skirt. I can see your
underwear from here." I instinctively place my hands on the skirt between
my legs to try to hide it and step back, almost falling over as I take my
first steps in heels. Clare giggles "Not only have I already seen you in
just knickers, but I've also seen you in less."
She steps back and starts looking me up and down with a look of
concentration on her face as she tries to figure out if she'd forgotten
anything. "Beautiful," she cries with a smile. "Ok, come on," she says to
me as she turns to leave her bedroom. I tentatively take my first planned
steps in heels, wobbling a little at first. Out in the hallway, I can now
see myself in a full length mirror now; my shoulder length hair held back
out of my face with a candy pink hairband, seductive black eye-liner and
mascara contrasting the suitably subtle pink eye shadow and blush, eye-
catching candy pink lipstick, a light and flowing, semi-translucent white
chiffon dress with a satin sash drawing attention to my tightly corseted
waist and short skirt that cascades out from my waist and off of my hips
then stops before reaching even halfway down my thigh, candy pink nail
polish to match my lipstick and the satin sash, glossy white stockings
that shine in the light, and a pair of white, ankle strap high heels with
open toes to show off my polished toe nails. She was right; she was able
to make me look hot, and at the same time extremely girly. As I stare
amazed at my reflection, Clare starts moving around me, running her hands
over the dress. The strain I feel against the chastity cage is intense. I
so want to cum. I couldn't have imagined being this horny. I would do
anything for Clare right now. As she moves round me, that's when I notice
that the shape of the garter straps and the frills of the knickers show
clearly through the delicate chiffon material. It's even possible to make
out the pink hue due to the thinness of the dress too.
"Come on, let's go downstairs. I've got another surprise for you," she
beckons me as she moves towards the top of the stairs. Walking down the
stairs in those heels was a big challenge. Stepping onto the hard floor
at the bottom causes the tell-tale click-clack of heels on a hard surface
to ring out. We take a few steps towards the living room door before
pausing. "John's in here," she says softly. "What?" I turn to run
upstairs as my heart starts pounding. "Wait," she tells me, grabbing my
arm. "Trust me." She pauses again to give me a stern look before saying
"you're going to go in there, kneel down in front of him, and give him a
blowjob." My jaw drops. "You can't be serious?" I whisper. "I said I'd
give you your fantasy and I saw those videos. I've done my research and I
know what you want." She wasn't backing down and everything had amounted
to make me as submissive as I possibly could be, the chastity cage, the
hyper-feminine dress, the corset shallowing my breathing, the smoothness
of the stockings. It all came together and I submitted.
As my body stopped pulling against hers, she opened the door to the
living room slowly revealing John sat on the sofa. She gives my arm a
gentle tug to usher me into the room. As I cross the threshold I feel as
though there's no turning back now. They've both seen me in a dress and
Clare knows that I'm in a chastity cage, which she has the key for. I
slowly walk across to John with my legs shaking. 'I can't possibly do
this' I think to myself in disbelief. Clare puts a hand on my shoulder
and gives me a pleasing nod before softly pushing me to my knees. This is
so humiliating. Now, at eye level with John's crotch, I can feel my heart
pounding underneath my corset from the nerves. 'Surely they won't make me
do this. Surely, Clare won't make me do this' I think. Trying not to
hyperventilate in the corset, I attempt to steady my breathing.
I look up at John, my back straight and rigid, chest pushed up, knelt
down with my hands on my lap. I must have inadvertently given him a
submissive look as he begins to reach into his pants to pull out his
cock. Already rock hard, it's a shock to see up close and I visibly jump
at the sight of it. My pink lips slightly part as my jaw drops once again
in disbelief as he moves the head of his cock towards them. Clare has a
hand gently positioned at the back of my head and helps to guide me on to
meet his penis.
Time seems to slow down. I glance down at the penis slowly encroaching on
my lips. 'Can I really do this?' I think to myself. 'I must stop this' I
tell myself but I freeze. 'How can I stop? How can I get out of this?' I
ask myself, but with no answer to those questions, my body just continues
to comply with their will. Before I realise how far things have gone, I
feel the head of John's cock against the outside of my lips and I
naturally close my eyes. Maybe it's the lipstick or my complete and utter
submission, but he seems to slide in entirely unimpeded as my lips appear
to part by themselves. Clare's hand, which had been pushing my head
forward, slows and my head begins unconsciously to carry on forward,
taking his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock is now moving towards the
back of my throat exclusively from my own doing. I instinctively start to
move back and forth as I'd seen people do in the videos I'd watched.
As I'm still a virgin, I'd never experienced a blow job myself so I'm a
little unsure whether I'm doing it right. Then it hit me: 'Oh my God! I'm
a guy. A straight guy, and I've never had a blowjob but now I'm giving
one' I thought as I built up a rhythm. Clare crouched down beside me, "I
put a lot of thought into this," she whispered into my ear, "I considered
having you fucked anally but thought I'd like you to experience giving a
blowjob first. I mean, really experience it. The feel, the taste, the
submission. Every element. And I want you to focus on every element. No
distractions." She was right, I was focusing on it all; the feel of my
lipstick coated lips around the base of his penis, the head of his cock
pushing against the back of my throat, the feel of his shaft rubbing
against my tongue, the taste in my mouth, the smell... the humiliation.
Add to that, as I moved I could feel the dress moving gently over my
stocking covered legs, the corset holding me upright in a slutty pose,
and then the feel of the heels, hairband, make-up and clothing combined
to make me feel so very, very girly. All of this would have been lost if
I was being fucked.
As my rhythm naturally built slightly, I think I started to get a little
more into it. Maybe I just wanted it to be over, or maybe I stopped
overthinking it and started to get into my fantasy by ignoring the
reality. Whatever it was, I gradually started to put more effort into
sucking him. Without thinking, I had formed a tight seal with my lips and
had wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. I had already started
moving my hand in time with my mouth. John let out a couple of moans, and
I could tell from his movements that he was certainly enjoying it. This
strange confidence boost and the further hardening of his cock in my
mouth was turning me on even more. By this stage, I was fully engrossed
in my fantasy and was getting hornier with every back-and-forth. As I
built up a little more speed I could feel John reciprocating and pushing
deeper into my mouth. As he got hornier, so did I. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed what felt like a once-in-a-life-time experience. He lets out the
occasional moan of pleasure and so do I. Each of mine are becoming
longer, louder and more feminine than the previous.
A few minutes later I get a taste in my mouth. A taste that I'd not
experienced before but could not misinterpret. It was clearly cum but
only a tiny amount. I had to fight to keep my mouth in place as I
instinctively wanted to move away, I was so horny I was not going to
allow myself to stop it that easily. A couple more strokes with my lips
and tongue and I think it's all over as John stops his movements. No more
cum came out, 'Maybe that was it' I think to myself. Having never been on
the giving (or to be fair the receiving) end of a blowjob, I wondered if
it was finally over. And then I felt it. As a pulse emanated from the
base of his cock and up the shaft, John placed a hand firmly and very
securely on the back of my head. In an instant the pulsation travelled
passed my fingers, between my lips, across my tongue which was pushed to
the base of his cock and out of the head into the back of my throat. The
taste was intense. I snap out of my little fantasy and a mixture of panic
and humiliation engulfed me. I wanted to move away. I wanted to stop but
John wouldn't let me budge. Stuck in place, his cock pulsates again. I'd
managed to move the head of his cock to the front of my mouth but I could
feel yet another pulse coming.
This went on again and again, each second was torture. Every pulse
erupting up his cock producing more cum. Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,
pulse...pulse, pulse...pulse, pulse...pulse. "Mmmmm," I call out for it
to stop by my gagged mouths seems to only let out a girlish moan. I start
to count each throb of his cock already more than half a dozen down,
pulse... 1... pulse... 2... pulse... 3... "mmmm," I scream... 4...
pulse... 5... pulse... 6... "MMMMMM.".. 7... MMMMMMMM, 8.... At least 15
large waves erupt in my mouth, fulling it completely and although the
pulsating has slowed and subsided slightly, he is still coming. I'm
moaning to try and get him to stop before my mouth overflows but it's no
use. I have to swallow. I must. There's nowhere else for his cum to go. I
take a big gulp but in doing so I manage to revitalise his cock and
another series of powerful pulses erupt, refilling my mouth within
seconds. I'm forced to swallow again but his cock just continues to
replenish what I ingest. "MMMMMMMMMMM," I cry out.
The pressure of John's hand on the back of my head increases as he forces
me back onto his cock. Slowly...helplessly, more and more of his cock
enters my mouth, filling up what little space is not occupied by cum. He
only stops when his cock is pushed as far back into my throat as it'll
go. I start choking and gagging on the head, and then I feel yet another
pulse, again powerful as if starting anew. As soon as it hits and cum
starts pouring out, another is instantly on its way. He's ejaculating
again and again so far back in my mouth that I am forced to swallow. No
matter how much I try I'm unable not to.
The twitching of his cock subsides and John slowly withdraws his cock
from my mouth. I'm left out of breath, due to being unable to breathe
while his cock was pushed to the back of my throat. However, a mouth full
of cum and a ridiculously tight corset make it hard to get my breath
back. As I kneel there, my chest moving up and down as much as it can, I
turn to face Clare. With a mischievous smile, she simply says "Swallow,"
in a stern voice. John has a hand tightly pressed down on my shoulder. I
know neither of them as letting me go without me first swallowing this
mouthful. I force a big gulp down, trying to do it all in one go so that
it's over and done with. However, there's still a lot left in my mouth.
"Show me you've swallowed it all," Clare tells me in that same stern
tone. I force yet another big gulp and then a third before I'm able to
open my mouth without cum flowing out. Clare responds with a "Good girl,"
and a smile which cause a wave of submissive ecstasy to rush over me. I
feel a mixture of unbearable humiliation, intensely horny and perfectly
submissive.
Mckenna
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