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Last night when I was masturbating for You, I fantasized about meeting You in the airport (tomorrow!), and us stopping in a family restroom along the way so I could give You a blow job right then and there. (You know how hard it is to keep my mouth off your cock when were together.) Then, because I’m slutty and like to fantasize about objectification and being humiliated and used, I imagined that You had arranged for another man to follow us into the bathroom, and I had to give him a blow job after I was done with sucking on you. I imagined that you’d pulled my top down while i was sucking you, so that you could look at my tits, and that the second man shot his cum all over my chest and bra. You wouldn’t let me wash it off, I just had to try to wipe it off with my hand while walking out between the two of you with the sticky mess smeared in all over, and then you’d make me follow you out of the airport to our taxi and hotel.

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When I go to work in my male clothes (I work in an office where I must wear a suit), besides wearing ladies undergarments which I am sure most of you do, Mistress has made me sew up the pockets on my trousers and coat. I am only allowed to wear business shirts that have no pockets as well. Mistress believes that pockets are a symbol of  masculine superiority over women and as such forbids me such a privilege. Women have had to endure this inconvenience for centuries so I can too. This may not sound a big deal but it is a nuisance and an inconvenience greater than I realized. As Mistress says it is a good regular reminder of my underlying sissy status. I have a ‘man bag’ in which I keep my keys, phone and purse (I am also forbidden a wallet). It has led to some teasing from my work colleagues which I must endure. When I complained to Mistress about the teasing she said I must learn to accept in a spirit of obedience as a demonstration of my love for my wife. After work drinks with colleagues are also forbidden. I have to rush home to get dinner on the table and attend to my other chores.

Last week I was feeling particularly feminine so I decided to dress up. Nothing wild, just my 40-dd boobs and bra, my tight girlie jeans, a tight knit t-shirt and my 5″ black “school marm” high heels. I decided to wear my brightest red lipstick. I have to say, although I intended to just walk around alone, I did look hot! I found myself prancing around in a mostly empty shopping center when a black man in a pickup truck drove by. When he saw me, he slowed down and shouted “Hey girlfriend!” I had several feelings rushing through me. I was frightened that this man yelled to me, but at the same time, I was so very aroused to know he was attracted to me. Was it my 5″ high heels? My large, busting-through-my-top tits? Maybe it was my feminine walk? In any event, in a rather panicked move, instead of walking directly to my car, I decided to walk away from him. Within about 5 minutes I realized that I was at an apartment complex and nearly a half-mile from my car!

I became frightened, thinking that other men might come up to me, so I decided to get back to my vehicle as quickly as possible. About halfway back, the large black man in the truck drove up next to me as I was walking! He was much more aggressive and domineering this time. “Listen bitch, I want you to suck my cock!” My face turned a bright red and I tried to walk faster,only my high heels would not allow me to get too far away. I turned the corner and found myself at a closed up strip center. I tried walking faster but found it impossible. As my boobs wiggled and wobbled, I did my best to elude the man.

I failed.

He got out of the car and started yelling something to me from about 40 feet away. I ignored him and walked as fast as possible, until I turned my high heel and fell! The next thing I knew, he was standing next to me. The man, was about 40 years old, muscular and about 240 pounds. He looked at me and again stated his desire “Bitch I told you, I want you to suck my cock!” I tried to say something…anything, but I was too frightened. Then he grabbed my arm and led me to an alley way.

He pushed me against the wall and said “I want my cock sucked now. If I have to tell you again, you wont like it very much!” I started crying and he grabbed my neck with one hand and bitch-slapped my face with the other. He continued to slap me over and over until I was weak. He then pushed me to the ground and started unzipping his pants. I tried to get up and he let out a grin and with a chuckle, said “Bitch, you ain’t goin no where!”

His strong left hand kept me in place as his right hand released his massive cock! I was petrified! I tried with all my power to escape but he forced his cock deep into my mouth and within minutes was gagging me with it.

I knew I had to please him or I would never get away, so I did what any girl would do: I took his cock and sucked it like the whore I knew I was. Before long he moaned and then came all over my face. He then pushed me away and said “Now bitch I want a photo of those big pouty cock sucking lips!” He made me smile and he took several photos of me and was gone.

When I finally returned to my car, although I was upset and still kind of in shock, I knew that his photos of my “big pouty cock sucking lips” would be all the rage with his friends, and I smiled.

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My addiction was getting worse. I had to dress like a slut and go out almost daily now dressed like a woman. What was I becoming? Yes, I loved to dress up and feel feminine, but now it was turning into much more. I woke imagining I was a busty bimbo. I daydreamed regularly that my tits were bigger and bigger. I found that in my free time at work, I was looking for sexier high heels and slutty wigs to order. I thought often about what it would be like to have to suck cock.

Still, it was all pretend until Saturday last month. I awoke in the usual manner and went out to do errands. When I was almost finished I got that “urge” to dress up. I kept all my things in my car. By tight tops, several sexy high heels, lipstick, wigs, skirts and everything that I needed.

I pulled into a very busy shopping center and put on my things in my car. Once I was fully dressed, I got up the courage to walk outside and see how far I could make myself go before turning back.

One row of cars, two, three. Now my heart was racing. Could I make myself go a few rows of cars further? Could I force myself to walk closer to the mall entrance? As my heart pounded, I told myself I just had to go twenty more steps. As I walked closer towards the mall entrance, more and more people were appearing! I could hear only the sound of my clicking five-inch black stilettos. I almost stopped and turned around except I looked down and saw how sexy my lovely boobs were, protruding from the tightest little blouse. It gave me courage to go still further!

I now found myself just one row of cars from the entrance! Only 20 feet from walking inside the busy mall! I am certain that people saw me standing there. Then, I decided that I could not go no further, so I turned around to walk back. Just as I turned around, standing there were five college-age guys! The only thing I could do was turn back towards the mall and…..walk in!

How terrifying! I was perspiring and my heart was beating rapidly. I felt as though I had stopped breathing. I walked up to the door and found myself inside the mall! With people everywhere, I decided I would hide by finding a section of the store filled with clothing. “There, I was safe!” I told myself while standing in the midst of racks of dresses. Suddenly, an older female clerk walked over to me and said “Can I help you ma am?” MAAM! Oh dear! She thought I was a woman! I quickly grabbed two or three dresses and walked to the dressing room to get away from her, planning on dropping them and heading out. Then, she appeared in front of me! “Would you like to try those on?” All I could do was nod. I found myself walking into the women’s dressing room with these dresses in my hand.

I didn’t know what to do so I just started trying them on. The last one fit and was so pretty. It was a red and white shimmery short dress which made my boobs look amazing! I decided I just had to buy it, so I took it to the counter and made my purchase. I felt so happy to have shopped as a woman and finding a dress I liked.

I would have to do this again soon!

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It’s time for your punishment, you pathetic little whore… But, first, get down on your knees and lick my feet…  Very nice….

Come to me….remove your jeans, your shirt…   Are you completely bare for me?  You know what is expected of you, lie down on your back….get into the position….show me your little penis…  Oh my, what to do with this..

Take it in your hand and stroke it….  Are you ready for your spanking, my little slut boy…hummmmmm…?

As I shove the bar into your mouth, your teeth grab onto it…I do not want to hear you moaning just yet…

I spank you lightly with my crop….you struggle…a small groan escapes your lips…and so I spank you harder…  Stepping on your penis, your bal-lsac….your pelvis thrusting up to your mistress….you try to get it hard….

I see a small drip of precum on the tip of the head….Scoop it up with your finger….taste it….  Now, as I rub my heels deeper…you try so hard to shoot your tiny load….  You have my permission….stroke it….shoot it whore….now….   Little drips…so pathetic, I laugh at you as you struggle to orgasm…  But….I am very pleased!

You have a belly ache…cramps baby…?
We will take care of that in a little while…for now, you may run the bath..
I will get everything ready, make sure there is warm soapy water for your enema treat, whore…

to be continued~

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So after I was grossed out by the amount of hair this man had I managed to pull out his penis and I swore that thing looked like the head of a snapping turtle. It was short, stubby-like and I think someone did a horrible job during the circumcision because he still had some skin too close to the head. It looked like a turtleneck. I immediately drop the thing and leaned back on the sofa a little surprised but somehow this translated to Tim that he should try and smack me across the face with it. So he gets up, takes his pants off, SMACKS it one time and then stands right in front of me expecting me to put that snapping turtle inside my mouth?

Did you read about him smacking it? Yes! he smacked it on the side. Do men do this? I think he pimp slapped it to provoke it?

There I stood processing an escape plan in my head while trying to maintain a smile on my face cause if there’s one thing I’ve always known is that you don’t wanna turn a man down at his place especially when it’s apparent he’s got some issue down there cause that can make a man turn on you and before you even have a second to make it to the door he’s already shoved you in his freezer.

Tim stood there for a second moving his penis around trying to catch my attention thinking I’m a fish and I’m gonna bite into his bait. My lips were sealed. Then he grabs it and starts smacking it around my face. That half-circumcised turtle head was touching my face! It was having contact with my body OMG my skin was crawling.

Then out of nowhere I ask him to please put that thing away and sit down since I had to tell him something serious. There I stood trying to bring back all my high school years of drama as I tried to maintain a straight face and deliver him the guaranteed cock block news, “Tim,I have genital warts.” His eyes popped out and I saw my exit strategy.

Was it mean? Yeah but had you seen that penis you probably would’ve done the same thing.

LMAO, hehehehe!

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