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“Okay baby now look up and don’t blink.” My loving girlfriend Nida gently commanded.
“Yes goddess,” I replied as she eased me through the threatening, new sensation of having an eyeliner pencil approach my eye. I didn’t need to worry. She’d done this before. She traced my left eye first and then the right.
“All done with that baby. Good job, you didn’t even flinch.” She was so compassionate and reassuring. “Now it’s time for the final touch. I think a bright red for your lips would be fun!” She giggled and I couldn’t help but do so in turn. I felt giddy. Here I was with the most understanding woman I had ever met, one or two strokes of lipstick away from fulfilling my fantasy of being completely feminized for an evening.
My fingertips tingled with excitement, but one look into her big, beautiful brown eyes was all it took to settle my nerves in this moment.
“I love that idea, goddess.”
“Perfect babe. Okay, separate your lips just slightly and hold still.” I did as I was told. The lipstick gently pulled my lips from side to side as she layered it on and shaped my lips to perfection.
“There, all done.” She said, obviously satisfied with her work judging my the sweet smile her own full, perfect lips couldn’t hold back. “Come with me. It’s time to see yourself, my sexy little sissy.” I got a chill every time she called me that. I rose to my feet, slowly trying balance myself on the 6” white stiletto heels she had surprised me with. It was tricky at first but didn’t take long. She held my hand as we began to walk across the room to the full length mirror. I must have looked a bit clumsy in the heels because she chimed “Now now, sissy. Make sure you strut like we practiced.”
The command was domineering, yet still resonated as a sweet, loving reminder. I focused on my technique. I didn’t want to disappoint her after all this effort. I knew her standards would be high since she was a 5’10” experienced runway model with caramel-toned legs that reached for the sky and a perky ass that sat on top and she knew how to use all of it, but she deserved my very best. I arched my back, stood up straight, tucked my chin and began to place one foot directly in front of the other, allowing my hips to sway from side to side as she escorted me the 7 most anticipatory steps I may have ever taken.
“Much better, baby. You moved like a real woman that time.” The sweet approval made my cock twitch, and I could feel it growing harder beneath a thin layer of soft lace. The mirror was there to my right.
“Okay my love. Turn and see what you’ve become.” I slowly turned toward the mirror and what I saw rendered me speechless. I didn’t see the 6’2″ 185 pound former collegiate athlete with masculine features. The love of my life had successfully done away with him for the night. I looked down to my feet, slipped delicately into those tall white heels with the ankle straps. My legs looked longer than usual while wearing them, and the shear black thigh-high stockings that had felt so nice slipping over my freshly shaven legs tapered up to a wide, lace trim that almost came to the cusp of my now smooth, hairless ass. Just above that my cock, though quickly hardening as I saw what my love had transformed me into, remained tucked neatly within a pair of light pink, lace cheekies. Around my chest was a bra to match with padding that filled out my A cup. Finally, I worked up the courage to look myself in the eyes. I could hardly recognize myself. My face was now framed by a long, flowing brown wig that slightly covered one eye. My lips were full and red and shaped like those of a pornstar. My cheeks were rosy. I didn’t know how much of that was makeup or my blushing at the sight of myself, but it was only accentuated by the contrast of my smokey eyes, made up to perfection and lined thick with an amount of eyeliner reserved only for sluts. I may not have been totally passable, but I couldn’t help but feel sexy standing there like that in front of the mirror with Nida standing next to me, smiling in approval at me with her hand tightly gripping my ass.
She looked so perfect, the epitome of my desire. The face smiling back at me in the mirror was a work of art, with those big, deep brown eyes and their soft, sensual sleepy gaze that could melt the heart of any man peering out from within the shadows she had created with her masterful use of makeup. Those eyes were resting above her high cheek bones that tapered in so gently from the sides of her doll-shaped face, down to her own luscious, perfectly kiss-shaped lips. And her adorable, little nose was placed so delicately in the middle of her beautiful face that it was as if it were painted on a porcelain doll. Her eyebrows had a perfect taper that could say so many things depending on the mood she was in and right now served to accentuate the seductiveness of her eyes. Her hair was so full, and perfectly smooth, having been gently curled in such a way that the long flowing spirals of dark chocolate silk rested airily atop her strong yes slender shoulders. Her softly tandoğan escort rounded chin was met by the most beautiful neck line I had ever seen in a heavenly proportion that only the masters of the arts could duplicate.
Her whole body glowed with an irresistible golden complexion that made me want to taste her from head to toe. And her long, gently flowing figure was wrapped in black lace lingerie that made my cock throb and also made me a little jealous, but she had made it clear that black wasn’t for sissies like me. Her coarset boosted her petite breasts and hugged her tightly before liberating her figure just above her hips and perky ass which was traced by the thin straps of a black lace thong. Her long legs were slipped into skin-tight black latex high-heeled boots that served to remind me she wasn’t always the sweet, gentle lover I had been with all afternoon, and that reminder made my cock grow even more, to the point that it began to emerge from the strap of my frilly, pink panties.
“Well, what do you think, my good little girl?” She inquired, with a smirk strewn across her face.
“I-..” I was rendered speechless. She had made my fantasy a reality. All I could summon was a soft and liberating smile and “Thank you goddess.”
I was in love. I was in lust. She was my goddess. And tonight, I was her sissy.
“On your knees, slut.” She commanded. Her tone had shifted instantaneously to one that I was familiar with, one that I feared, but one that I couldn’t deny my craving for. It was the tone my goddess reserved for times she wanted me to know my place. I dared not disobey her. I immediately lowered myself to my knees with my hands folded over my crotch.
“You look good down there. How does it feel being on your knees all dolled up like a cheap slut?”
“I like it goddess,” I responded tentatively.
“I cant hear you! What do you like, sissy?”
“I like being on my knees like a cheap slut for you, Goddess.”
Nida was standing behind me, and i could see her in the mirror as she slid off her black thong. When it hit the floor she proceeded to walk around until her bare ass was an inch from my face. Her scent was intoxicating and familiar. How I loved the smooth skin of her ass and the sweet taste of her asshole.
“Eat.” She said and without a second wasted I used my hands to part her smooth, tight bouncy cheeks, exposing her perfect little asshole. I took a deep inhale of the scent of her ass before diving my tongue into it as deep as I could. She hadn’t washed today, and I knew the cleaning was my job. I was licking her filthy asshole like I was at a buffet, not hesitating to let my nose poke into her ass to breathe her in. I let the saliva flow down to the tip of my tongue from deep within my drooling mouth as I proceeded to firmly circle her hole. As the motion became well lubricated and I began to feel her sphincter pucker up from the sensation, I switched directions repeatedly. My goddess grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in deeper to which i responded by sticking my tongue out as far as I could, in and out of her ass repeatedly, trying to emulate the sensation of fucking her with my tongue. I was being completely smothered and loving every second of it. I could hear her fingers fondling her soaking wet pussy lips just in front of me, sliding back and forth over her clit that I knew all too well would be plump and ready for a good fuck by now. She moaned softly, then immediately regathered her dominant poise. She released my head and pulled her perfect ass off my filthy face.
At this point my cock was dripping straight through my lace undies like a faucet. I could have stayed in my Goddess’ ass for hours, but that was not her plan. After pulling off of me she turned and walked toward the bed, she stopped alongside it and turned to look back at me.
“Turn and face.” I did. “All fours, little bitch.” I dropped my hands to the floor obediently. I felt so vulnerable in this position in front of her, so subservient. My heart was racing in anticipation for her every word.
“What the fuck is that?” Goddess Nida asked. I didn’t know what she meant.
“What do you mean, Goddess?”
“You look like a fucking amateur down there. Arch your back and flaunt that hooker ass of yours now.”
“Oh yes Goddess! I’m sorry.” I immediately made the adjustment.
“That’s an improvement, but you’ll need to work on that before I start showing you off. Now crawl to me piggy, slowly.” The thought of her having me do this in front of other people drew the color out of my face and made me shake. But here I was, and what was I to do other than obey. I began to slowly crawl across the room, being sure to wiggle my ass high in the air as I did so, my throbbing cock sticking straight out beneath me.
“Stop. That clit of yours has no business poking out like a cock. Tuck it back behind your thighs and keep it there as you crawl.” I did so and held my thighs together so as to not let it slip back out. She laughed at türbanlı escort my effort and my face turned beet red. I dropped my head in embarrassment.
“Chin up sissy! Never break eye contact while crawling. My slut is going to be shameless or she will be locked up outside on the front lawn until she has no shame left.” I looked into her eyes. The sweetness was gone. This had not only been my transformation, but her’s as well. Seeing me this way had awakened something in my love that both terrrified and thrilled me. I had no idea what she was capable of and I couldn’t imagine saying no to her. I reached her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed in front of me and stuck out her boot.
“Sit up on your knees and lick it clean. Long, full strokes of the tongue. Don’t be a whimp about it. I want you to savor the filth. Now!” I stuck my tongue out and took one full lick up the sole of her shoe. Then another, and another, while looking up into her eyes. It tasted awful but she didn’t care to hear me complain so I continued. When it came to the base of the heel i made sure to suck it in a fashion I knew she would appreciate and I saw the heir of approval in her face. When she felt I had sufficiently polished it she set it back on the floor, and began to lift her other foot, but did so quickly and kicked me square in the balls. I hunched with a painful moan, the wind clearly knocked out of me.
“Oops,” she said casually. “Okay stop whining you have more work to do.” She presented the other heel and I repeated the process. My balls were still aching in my panties and she could see my discomfort.
“Oh is my little girl in pain? Well get used to that. Being a slut is painful and you’re too deep in this to go back. You will learn to love it.”
“Yes goddess, if that’s what it takes. I want to be a good slut for you.”
“Good girl. Now get on the bed and lay on your back.” I rose from my knees and laid down atop the the cream-colored satin duvet. I looked down my body in disbelief at how effeminate my Goddess had made me. Aside from my cock throbbing and tucked away in the waistband of my panties, I was looking at the lower half of a woman, and a whorish one at that.
My Goddess stood beside the bed, examining me from head to toe as I lay there legs together and arms by my side, perfectly still, awaiting my next command. My Goddess looked contemplative for a moment as she examined my sissified body, then her face lit up like a lightbulb went on.
“I know what’s missing,” she said. “Swing your legs up and hold your feet.” I rocked back and brought my knees to either side of my chest, holding them up by my heels. I could feel the cool air from the air conditioner on my openly exposed asshole and it made my nipples harden instantly. My G oddess strutted over to her chest and opened the bottom-most drawer, the one she kept all of her toys in. Facing away from me, she had to bend over to do so and she did it so perfectly with her legs straight and her back arched as she bent all the way forward, knowing I was obviously watching. I was conflicted between simultaneously wanting to enter her soft, moist flower with her in that position and also learning how to do that just like her. When she arose from her deep, intentional bend she turned to show that she had retrieved a very large, triangular black butt plug. It was one I’d never seen before. Did she buy it for tonight, I wondered?
“You looked all too comfortable lying there, sissy. My little lady needs to keep her fuckhole primed for whatever,” she gave a devilish smirk, “or whoever I want in there. I shuttered from the notion of her sharing my ass. My mind spiraled into the many possibilities of what that could mean. As I was lost in thought she had made her way back to the bed and was already beginning to soak the plug with a clear, viscous lubricant. Goddess Nida looked down between my legs, pulled my panties aside and lined the moist plug up with my hole. At first touch the lube was cold and it sent a chill through my body. As she began to press, she looked up and stared lustfully into my eyes. The pressure she applied was constant, no thrusts, yet no surrender. I knew she wasn’t going to back off until I’d absorbed the entire shimmering, black phallus. I began to gasp as I felt the pointed tip start to slide inside me. The muscles in my asshole resisted initially, but with the constant steady pressure, every time I relaxed it went a little deeper.
“Mmm, that’s it. Look at how hungry your pussy is, baby.” She said in an encouraging, sweet voice. It began to sting as I was reaching the widest part of the plug and I winced hard, biting my lower lip trying not to cry out. She saw my pain and stalled for a split second of relief in a show of mercy I hadn’t expected, then forcefully drove the rest of the plug into me past the thickest point and my hole swallowed the thing down to the thin handle that led to the base. I yelped out loud and she laughed.
“Oh sissy, that sound was adorable. Is that the sound I get to look forward to when you’re getting fucked?” I was embarrassed at how girly I had naturally sounded just then, but couldn’t stop writhing, enjoying the sense of relief of my hole relaxing and the full sensation deep inside me massaging my prostate with each roll of my hips.
“Oh look at how much you’re enjoying this. I knew that’s what was missing.” She was right. “Now that your pussy has had its attention, it’s my turn.”
She seductively climbed one knee at a time slowly onto the bed and mounted me. Her perfect pussy was resting on my cock and I could feel her juices seeping straight through my pink lace. The scent of her flower was so intoxicating that I couldn’t resist inhaling deeply over and over again through my nose as she drove her mouth vigorously against mine in a kiss so strong it hurt. I felt her tongue slither into my mouth as she forced it all the way in and moaned into me before pulling back and taking my bottom lip with her between her teeth. I whimpered and could taste a little blood that she had drawn. Her eyes were ablaze with lust and dominance. As she sat up I realized she had something in her hand. Silk rope. Where did she get it? She must have had it hidden under the pillow and retrieved it while I was distracted by her kiss.
“Hands up, bitch.” I put both hands up against the headboard and she proceeded to bind me to the poles. By the time she was done they were tight enough that I knew I had no chance of getting out. I was at her whim. Loving the sight of me all tied up and sissified, she drove her hips back against my cock and it pushed my plug deeper inside me. I groaned deeply.
“That sound was too manly,” she immediately responded, “You are to whimper and moan like a sissy. Try again.” She reached back between my legs, grabbed the base of the plug and began tugging on it quickly and violently. I let out the most effeminate squealing moan I could summon as the 2.5 inch wide plug was fucked into me.
“Much better. Now, time to shut you up.” My Goddess reached into the bedside drawer to retrieve our extremely realistic, tan 8.5″ dildo. It looked a lot like my cock, but about an extra inch around and an inch and a half longer, with bulging veins, a firm, engorged head and a pair of balls that hung low at the base. She sat on top of me admiring it, stroking it back and forth between her hands and licking her lips and she moaned softly. I fell into a trance watching her fondle the rubber cock, and was abruptly brought back to reality when she wielded it and smacked me across the face with the weighty toy. The abrupt act was accompanied by the chuckle you’d hear a nympho anime character make as she began rubbing the toy back and forth over my face before finally resting the head against my lips gently, letting the weight of the toy rest naturally.
“Open up.” She gently commanded. I parted my lips and she slowly slipped the head into my mouth. “Now suckle on the head like you want something out of it.” I began to slurp on the head like a large straw, feeling the suction grow stronger since I didn’t release after each swallow of the tip. “Now open wide and stick your tongue out.” As I obeyed, she started to slide the first half of the shaft into my mouth. “Now suck hard.” And as i did she pulled the cock back out until I was at the tip. “Repeat.” So I did and slowly her rhythm got faster and faster, perfecting the repeated motion over and over. She was loving it as i stared up into her eyes the whole time.
“MMM that’s it slut! Get it nice and wet for me! You like being my little cocksucker, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned around the phallus as she continued to fuck my mouth with it.
“Good girl,” and with that she shoved the full length down my throat and I began to tear up as i gagged hard. She held it down my throat with a menacing smile for at least ten seconds as I choked and cried on it before she pulled it out straight over my face, letting the long string of thick gag spit hanging from the toy slowly trail back down and drip all over my face. I gasped hard for air like I had just come up from deep water. I felt filthy and the evidence that I loved it was 7 inches of stone hard dick I had tucked in my soaked lingerie that was now leaking profusely. Before I had time to think anymore on it, she shoved it back down my throat again. My Goddess grabbed the turf of my hair with the other hand and held my head down as she began relentlessly fucking my throat with the toy.
“You fucking like that, you little cockwhore? You like it when your Goddess reams your mouth like that!?” I couldn’t utter a coherent response. It was taking all of my effort to relax my throat so I wouldn’t spit up on our bed, but I felt it coming up anyway as she pumped away. I was unable to hold back the flood of gag spit that came flying out from the space between my mouth and the cock. The thick slimy spit landed all over our pillows and comforter, as well as my face. I was mortified. I thought I would surely be punished for not controlling my bodily responses or not being better at deepthroating. But the look on her face was nothing short of pure satisfaction and excitement, as if she loved my commitment to this. She seemed unphased, just hot and sexually charged in a way like I had never seen.
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