Forced to be a Pansy II
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Plastic Pansy Puff free porn video
Dear friends, sorry it's been so long.
You can buy the dress online, just use a search engine...
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The dress was his idea.
You like black, frilly, satin maid's dresses, yeah OK, even pink....
But Daddy knew that you liked that and Daddy didn't want you to feel too
sexy. Not today, not the first time. Daddy knew what you wanted deep
down. He knew that guys like you, who end up in this situation, talking
to him, listening to him, dressing for him, obeying him, he knew what
they wanted.
He knew what they needed.
So it was one of those prissy sissy dresses, the ones in the old style
cartoons you see when you're looking for sissy porn. The ones with the
Peter pan collars, huge puffed shoulders and lines and lines, lashings
and lashings of white ruffles over the bouffant dress which ends too
far... really far too far above the waist, so it becomes more of a
cropped top. And we musn't forget the huge hairbow...
You'd always thought those outfits were ridiculous, you'd seen so many
of them. You'd spent hours staring at pics like that thinking how
ridiculous the sissies looked. Many hours.
Oh, and he wanted it in pink plastic, why not? "My plastic pansy puff!"
was what he liked to say in the chatroom.
He wanted the outfit and pose from a picture he liked. It was a sissy
model in this pose, he seemed obsessed with this particular sissy model
and the way she dressed. You'd looked at the pictures of this
particular model, always wearing the frilliest, sissiest, silliest
outfits with thick pink lips and nervous eyes. You knew how much those
pictures turned him on. You'd studied the pictures for hours....
No, that whole outfit hadn't been your idea, but you bought the outfit
for him weeks ago, and you've tried it on, and you've posed in it in
front of the mirror. More than once. And slowly but surely, those
pictures in your head, the memories of your appearance in that over the
top outfit have grown. You keep looking at those pictures.
That's your sissy self now. You have become his "plastic pansy puff"
Add suspenders and white stockings going down to pink heels. Perfect.
No panties, just your little thing on display. Well, your little thing
locked away in a tiny pink plastic cage. You'd posted him the keys a
week ago. You'd sent both keys, you knew it was stupid, you knew you
were in too deep, when you thought about how deep you were in your heart
rate went up and your face flushed.
You have been very horny in your chastity but right this second you're
too terrified to be horny, despite the butt plug buried deep inside your
bum hole. You're stood by the bed in the hotel room in your plastic
pansy puff outfit. Bouffant dress, bouffant wig, full make up, wrist
cuffs, ankle cuffs and you're holding a tray.
On the tray are condoms, lubricant, poppers and some short lengths of
chain to fasten the cuffs to. A leash is dangling over the tray from a
pink collar fastened round your neck. There is a paddle on the tray,
the kind of paddle that has a word on it that gets imprinted on your
ass. The word is "Faggot".
Oh and you're gagged. A harness ball gag, pink ball, with pink straps,
the kind that goes under your chin and over your head, secure... You'd
bought everything, everything single thing he'd spoken about. He
laughed when you told him on the phone, you didn't think he believed
you..
The door to your hotel room is ajar, you left it ajar, he told you to.
That's another reason why your heart is pounding so loudly in your head.
You hear approaching footsteps and your heart goes into overdrive. But
no, whoever that was (and it sounded like a man) walks past your open
door without peering inside and catching you. You hear the feet go down
the corridor then stop. He's coming back, (oh no, the manager?!), then
a knock on your door, three knocks. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
You panic, you can't get the gag off in time, will he just move on if
you moan? You hear the door being pushed open and you are about to hide
when you see his face beaming at you. "Well, what do we have here?"
He's beaming.
He knows exactly what we have here. You recognise him from the blurry
photos he emailed - Daddy.
He walks in and shuts the door with an insane grin on his face and
starts laughing with his hands on his hips. You look straight ahead.
He walks over to you and you look up at him. He's taller and bigger
than you expected. His face was as you remembered, not particularly
attractive, arrogant smile, a glint in his eye, a bullying glint. You'd
never seen a picture without him smiling.
He grabs your shoulder and pulls you around to face him. The feeling of
him touching you was like a jolt of electricity.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it. I thought you'd be just another
fantasist time waster!" He puts a fat finger under your chin and raises
your face to look into his. "I can't believe you followed my
instructions! That's fucking hilarious!" He walked away from you
chuckling, putting his jacket down on the bed and retrieving something
from his pocket. He turns around with his phone in his hand, you can
see the flash light, he starts taking pictures. "Do you know just...
how... ridiculous you look?" He laughs as he snaps away. He pauses for
a minute to check his phone. "Well, do ya Sissy?" he says quietly. You
don't say or do anything. He looks over and makes eye content.
"Sissy?" You realise its not a rhetorical question. You nod at him.
He smiles even more broadly and starts snapping pics again. Then he
walks over to you and grabs your locked up cock and balls, easily
fitting them in one of his hands. With one finger of that hand he rubs
the bit of skin between your balls and your ass hole and you feel a
shiver. He's looking you in the eyes. "You really are small aren't
you? And do you like it Sissy? Your outfit today?" You don't know
what to do, you've cursed this ridiculous outfit ever since you first
saw it. It's completely embarrassing. You can't stop thinking about
it. It's so much more wild than anything else you own, you think about
it all the time. It's your outfit. He's still staring at you "You love
it, don't you Sissy? You love dressing like this for Daddy?" You look
up at him and you can feel your eyes watering. You feel your knees,
your weak shoulders start to shake, suddenly unsteady. You nod slowly,
maintaining eye contact. He lets out a triumphant snort and smiles. "I
knew it, Daddy's plastic pansy puff."
He takes the tray off you and places it down on the bedside table. He
picks up the poppers and the paddle and then grabs the end of your
leash. "Come on sissy, let's go and have a look at you." He pulls you
across the room and you mince after him in your 4 inch heels - he's
still 3 inches taller than you in your heels. He pulls you in front of
the full length mirror and stands behind you as you look at yourself in
the mirror. "Look at you sissy!" He holds the leash close to the
collar with one hand and pulls your face closer to the mirror, his other
hand on your hip, you can feel his body up against yours. "Look at
you!" You stare at yourself in the mirror, your hands raised up to your
sides effeminately. He moves his head close to your shoulder, he's
looking at you in the mirror, your eyes locked. He whispers in your
ear, "You've been waiting a long time for this haven't you faggot?" He
stares at you in the mirror and waits for you to nod your head in
agreement. "In a few hours, when you walk out of that door, you'll be
changed. I'm not fucking around, now get down on your knees, I want
some pictures..."
He forces you down onto your knees at his feet, still holding your leash
in his hand. You look at yourself in the mirror, a submissive sissy
kneeling at the feet of your owner. You can hear the camera click. You
didn't know whether to look down in shame or up at the lens. He takes
several snaps of both. Then he stands with his legs apart and makes
you, still on your knees, wrap your body around one of his legs and gaze
adoringly both at him and look in bliss at the camera. He laughs at the
last shot as he reviews it on his camera. "That should do for now."
He pulls you to your feet and gets the poppers out. He directs you to
take two really deep blasts and then he leaves you standing in the
middle of the large room as he sits down on a chair. "Mince for me,
Sissy!" You hesitatingly raise your hands up to your sides again and
make sure your wrists are limp, he remains unmoved, waiting for the
show. You start to sway your hips around from side to side "slow down
sissy, more sexy." he barks at you. You slow down and start to move
your lower body more sexily and pronounced. "Keep doing that. Turn
around slowly while you dance." You slowly start to rotate. "Nice, one
more snap I think." He takes another pic. Suddenly you notice he has
the flogger in his lap. "Now I want you to flounce over to the window
and back, and make sure its as sissy as you can make it flower. Wait a
minute." He noticed the drool from the gag was becoming a problem and
moves over to you and spends some time undoing the complicated gag
harnessed to your face. As he pulls it out of your mouth, you think of
making a joke but he's staring at you with an expression on his face
that says "just try". He takes the gag back over to where he's sitting.
You don't make a peep. "Go on then Sissy, mince for me like the pansy
you are."
You try wiggling over to the window in little steps and then you wiggle
back to him but he isn't happy and he grabs one of your skinny arms in
your big hands and spins you around before swatting your ass with the
flogger. "I said mince, wiggle your ass faggot!"
You try your best to mince again over to the window, exaggeratedly
swinging your hips and turn back and walk over to him. Then you look at
him expectantly. "Better, Again, slower..." As you turn around, you
see that his phone is out again and he's filming you this time. As you
get closer to him he points to the floor between his legs. "Kneel
sissy, and look at the camera." You get down on your knees in front of
him and stare up at the camera lens, fluttering your false eyelashes.
"Now tell everybody in your best sissy voice what you are sweetie."
You pause before licking your lips. "I'm a sissy pansy Sir," you
whisper, your voice breaking, almost inaudible.
"Speak up sissy," he barks at you.
"I'm a sissy pansy faggot Sir."
"Who's sissy pansy faggot are you bitch? And what do you want me to do
with you?"
You look into the camera and try to. "I'm your sissy pansy faggot Sir."
"Better. And....?"
"And I want you to fuck me up Sir."
"Oh don't worry about that hun" he says as he reaches into his pocket.
"I think we've already made plenty of progress on that front." He pulls
out the poppers again and holds the open bottle under your nose. "Take
a good hit sissy." You do as you are told. "Good girl, and exhale.
And another one sissy." You breathe deeply again, the first hit hasn't
arrived yet. "Keep it in... and let it go." You start to feel
lightheaded. He holds out his hand and indicates that you should start
to lick his fingers and his palm, so you do so, the poppers starting to
take hold for real now "You know sissy, the reason I make you dress in
such a ridiculous outfit is that I know if I can make you dress like
that for me, I can pretty much make you do anything." You are feeling
very fuzzy now from the popper. You hear a bleep on his phone through
your fog and he looks at it with his free hand. "Haha, my friends think
you are cute." Of course, he'd said he wouldn't share the photos, but
you are in no place to complain and you feel your clitty get hard in its
cage at the news of your fame.
"Take off my shoes sissy" he orders and you start to remove his shoes
and socks and put them out of the way. "Are you ready to be my little
bitch?" he asks.
"Yes Daddy," you breathe...
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