[F4S] Submissive Sissy Slut [Sissy][Adventure][Amnesia]

In this audio, there are 2 toys used. 1 is a vibrating plug and one is a chastity cage. Neither is required to enjoy this experience, but both are highly recommended. Before we start, it's important for you to understand that this audio is not about pleasure. Well, not about your pleasure.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to orgasm during this audio. For some this will be a challenge and for others this will be almost impossible. If you break this rule, however, you must start this audio from the beginning. Still plugged, still caged. You will not be allowed to clean up or come back later.

I am going to train you until you can listen to this complete session without having an orgasm. In this audio, you are the toy. If you are not willing to surrender your mind and your body to me, Then I advise you to turn back now. If, however, you're the kind of desperate slut who wants nothing more than to let me take charge. Then you should keep listening.

If you're happy to be ordered around by me, then you should keep listening. If you find yourself incapable of turning off this audio once …

In this audio, there are 2 toys used. 1 is a vibrating plug and one is a chastity cage. Neither is required to enjoy this experience, but both are highly recommended. Before we start, it's important for you to understand that this audio is not about pleasure. Well, not about your pleasure.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to orgasm during this audio. For some this will be a challenge and for others this will be almost impossible. If you break this rule, however, you must start this audio from the beginning. Still plugged, still caged. You will not be allowed to clean up or come back later.

I am going to train you until you can listen to this complete session without having an orgasm. In this audio, you are the toy. If you are not willing to surrender your mind and your body to me, Then I advise you to turn back now. If, however, you're the kind of desperate slut who wants nothing more than to let me take charge. Then you should keep listening.

If you're happy to be ordered around by me, then you should keep listening. If you find yourself incapable of turning off this audio once my voice is flowing inside your mind, and then you should keep listening. If you're already picturing what I'm going to do to you, you should keep listening. Keep listening to my voice. Keep focusing on my words.

Allow me to steel your mind for a little while. Let me play with you. I know submissive feelings are not always voluntary. But if these tingly, submissive feelings have begun to move through your body and mind. I want you to let them take over.

You shouldn't fight them. Fighting a battle you can't win is pointless. Lay down your defenses and trust that I am only here to make you feel good even if denial is painful. Even if the submission is total and absolute, even if it arouses strange feelings and new sensations, everything is intended to maximize your pleasure and your a mission to me. If the thought of this makes your heart beat faster, if the thought makes you anxious to know what comes next, if the thought makes you tingle and throb, then be a good boy.

And keep listening. I want you to picture yourself at a club. Not the kind with flashing lights and crowds of strangers dancing. Not the kind where movement can only be seen between blinks of neon lights and where the music is loud enough to be felt in your chest. Doesn't This club is a different kind of club.

Though it's still bustling with people, the dancing is slow. And the lights are deep colors, red, purple, and gold. They don't flash, but suddenly astray up across the room, casting moments of light onto the faces of strangers, sending their shadows leaping across the walls and floors as though they were in fact jumping to the beam. It's the kind of club you would find only if you knew where to look. The kind of club hidden inside other clubs.

A backroom, a velvet entryway reserved only for those with special access. At the center of the room is a circular bar, around which are gathered groups of people. Some are talking and pulling in passerbys to their conversation. Some are holding private, intimate hit conversations. 1st meetings are strengths, a chance encounter that has blossomed into a mutual fascination.

The bar is wood heavy and white, its edges and carvings decorated with gold. Every naked surface is polished and gilded, so it's as if the bartenders are standing inside a glowing halo at the center of the room. They work efficiently with polite smiles and precise motions, paying no mind to the conversations of their guests or the happenings in the room. The floors are covered in salt, embroidered red carpets. So the waiters move soundlessly through the space, gliding like ghosts through the dim light, you might turn around to speak to someone.

And when you look back, your drinks have arrived without you ever having noticed. The room is filled with varieties of furniture. Benches, chairs, and tables. The sunken lounges are hidden behind decorated walls. All around you, people are chatting, laughing, drinking and relaxing.

Make your focuses elsewhere. Your friend is at the bar. She told you she was going to order drinks, but as you watch her, you can see that her attention has been taken by something else. It seems she has completely forgotten about any drinks and is instead engaged in conversation. Next to her is a very, very cute boy.

You can't quite make out what he's saying to her, but she seems absolutely captivated by his every word. She is laughing, and he is smiling gently at her, doing his best to be gentlemanly and polite, playful and fun, flirty and kind. It's easier for anyone to see that she's clearly interested. Why wouldn't she be? Isn't he handsome?

You can tell despite his attempts of being polite, that he likes what he sees. Your friend has always been a catch. Beautiful and sexy, with a magnetic energy that makes you tingle just looking at her. And while he is trying to play it cool, she doesn't mind letting him know that she's interested. He doesn't mind either.

He only sits there, looking back at her. He's allowing her to do what she needs to do. Your friend has always been a little bit of a slut. She loves to have fun. She loves to be pretty, and she loves the attention it gets her.

Who else does that remind me of? She loves the attention when she's wearing a tight skirt and a crop top without a bra. She loves to catch them staring. She loves knowing that they're watching her when she leaves, staring at every part of her body, staring at her exposed skin, and dreaming about the parts that are hidden it's almost like I was talking about you. Put on her.

Silly slut. Before she even knows it, she's moving in on him more and more, craving every ounce of attention he gives to her. She giggles, and her tits jiggle slightly. She catches him looking. He catches her catching him.

She smiles, a knowing smile, and it begins to run her hand over his chest. She pushes her hands closer to his face, so close that he can smell the light dusting of perfume on her pale neck, she catches him slipping. He has shown his hair. It is a slat's deepest pleasure to express and display their lustful nature. For her pleasure, he resists.

He feigns indifference to her advances. He lets her in so far, but no farther. It is a game played among the creatures of pleasure. A battle to decide between predator and prey. One will give way.

But only when pushed to the edge, pushed so far that their inhibitions give way, will someone buckle? But there's no secret here. The battle has already played out and decided long ahead. This is merely a game, a recreation, a pleasure thrill and ecstasy to which women like her are addicted. Just like you.

She's so pretty. You should like her. So pretty. Juicy and bouncy, and that's how he likes his girls. Well, then, you have to be just like her.

The way she moves and talks and looks at him is all aimed towards enticing sing and attracting him. She's doing what a good slut does. She's showing him she's interested. With every glance, she is communicating her lust in unequivocal terms. His denial of her advances is to her and to you the most frustratingly intense pleasure.

As every one of her attempts is parried by a cool dismissal, a shrug of the shoulders, a look of boredom and semi amusement, she grows more and more desperate. That drives her crazy. She's his favorite kind of girl, the kind who isn't afraid to approach and show interest. He loves the attention he gets from girls like her, girls who have urges and desires too difficult to tame. His energy is irresistible to them.

They crowd around him just like your friend is doing now, begging for his attention. Banking for him to take them home and satiate a bit of lyreaches. But something is different tonight. Polite and delicate as he may be, he seems distracted. Her advances are not met with the flirtatious dismissal, but rather a polite indifference.

Your friend takes the hint and returns to the table. Do you think he's gay? She asks you, sitting down and looking back at him. You tell her that from where you were sitting, he seemed more bored than anything. You lift your eyes to look at him, and he catches Glance just as he turns his head.

She catches him too and asks, was he checking you out? Her face moves through a series of changing expressions and settles on a sly, amused smile. Were you checking him out? Her face lights up as though she's just realized something. You're right, she says.

Maybe he is just bored. She looks at you, in back at him. She sucks in her lower lip, and her eyes move back and forth as they shuffle through a series of differing folds. She would never admit this to you, but after a few drinks, she struggles to keep her desires in check. She also struggles to let go once something has caught her eye.

The more he says no, the more she wants to fuck him. The thought of someone like him slipping through her fingers is unbearable. Why don't you go talk to him? I bet he thinks you're really exciting. You look away, shy and unsure.

What? You don't think you'd be interested? I bet I could prove you wrong. She takes you by the hand and leads you towards the bathroom. In your peripheral vision, you can see the man's eyes following you.

The bathroom is empty, and the sound of the music outside is muffled as she slams the door shut. She drags you by the collar into a stall and slams it shut. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a vial filled with tiny pink tablets. They're tiny, bright and glowing in the dim light of the bathroom. A pink so bright it almost seems artificial.

On each pill it's written 3 s's in a delicate cursive font. I brought something to help convince you. I was afraid you might get cold feet now that we're finally out and exploring. She opens the bottle and 2 pink pills tumble into her hand. She looks at you, her eyes seeming to reflect the glow of her pills.

And when she looks at you, you find it so easy to relax and give in. Draw a date later. Draw a date later. It's as though she hypnotizes you. The way her gentle gaze strikes you deep in your core.

You would never dream of saying no to her. You only want to make her happy. You trust her because she knows what you really are. She supports you, and you want nothing more than to obey and surrender yourself to her. She knows every one of your weaknesses.

You like that she knows them. She uses them against you and whenever you're around her, you feel so submissive and weak. This will lower your inhibitions. She puts the pill gently to your lips. It'll make you feel really, really tingly and excited as well.

It's not really a drug. It's more like a estrogen. You know, girly hormones. That's what you wanted. Right?

That's what you told me before you came here. You told me you wanted to feel like a girl. Don't worry, I'll take 1 too. Though, it won't have quite the same effect on me as it will on you. She slips the pink pill between your lips and into your mouth.

Since I'm already a girl, this excess estrogen won't do anything to me. I'll just feel really happy and relaxed and horny. But since you are not quite a girl, you'll get to experience the full transformative power of estrogen. Before you have a chance to swallow, the pill begins to dissolve. Can you feel it?

The way it's starting to bubble, tingling and popping inside your mouth. It's as though the pill is turning to liquid inside your mouth. Pink and sweet. She grabs you gently by your lower jaw and turns your head to look into your eyes. Now swallow.

Her command resonates inside your mind. Reflexively, your throat closes and you feel that pink liquid begin to flow inside of you, warm and intense as it travels down your body and into your stomach to your core. You feel as if you're glowing. You feel so happy and warm. She leans forward and whispers in your ear.

Do you wanna know you what the 3 s's stand for? Your whole body begins to feel limp. Your mind jumps forwards and backwards and becomes unfocused, unable to concentrate and unable a thing you feel like you're floating, like you're floating on a giant pink cloud. And the faint echo of her voice in your head is the wind that pushes you along. Do you want to know what the 3 s's stand for.

She pushes you against the wall, pressing herself firmly against you. You can feel her knee raise between your legs so that you're almost sitting on her soft thigh. Her fingers are wrapped around your throat, gently pressing your head against the wall and forcing you to look at her. She smiles. She can tell from the glazed overlook in your eyes that the pill is starting to take effect.

She leans in to whisper in your ear. Do you wanna know what the 3 s's stand for? Instinctively you nod your hand. Nodding in acknowledgment like a good boy should do when they're spoken to. She presses herself closer to you, her thigh moving further up and squishing your already leaking cock.

Submissive, sissy, slut. That's right, I give you submissive, sissy slut pills. You can already feel it working, can't you? When she says, sissy slut, you feel your whole body tingle. Shivers of excitement move down your spine.

Your mind, your body is beginning to melt away. All that pesky masculinity is slowly leaking out of you. With every moment that passes, As you'll begin to feel more and more feminine. More and more submissive. More and more obedient to her wishes to her commands.

And as you begin to feel more and more feminine, there will be less and less reason for you to think about, well, anything. The more feminine you feel, the less you have to think. Just enjoy it. Enjoying a feeling of slowly sinking down deeper into this female space. A space where you can explore across boundaries without leaving yourself behind.

It's safe to explore. It's safe to be feminine. It feels good to be feminine. It's natural for you to be feminine. And with this drop like any other, it's best to just let go.

Let go and do what feels natural. Don't resist the feelings that begin to bubble up inside of you. Don't resist the telling it's all the pleasure that starts to flow through you. It feels natural to be feminine. It feels good, me girly.

Do what feels good. Do what feels good. Be obedient to her. Oh, and I brought something else as well. She raises her purse to show you.

Just something for you, something nice to change into. It's nothing complicated, just a skirt and a top, and some cute little thigh highs that match perfectly. What? You didn't think I'd give you a sissy pill and let you walk around just like that? This oh, no.

You don't get to walk around dressed like a boy anymore. That's why I brought you this cute little outfit, silly. She puts her hands on you and begins to undress you. Your body feels hot. Her fingers are tingly against your skin as she slips off your shirt and runs her hands over your body.

She rolls her thumbs across your nipples and you can't help but moan voluntarily. She pinches them. And a shock of pleasure runs up and down your entire body. You never used to have sensitive nipples, but every motion of her fingers moves through you in waves of pleasure. Waves of pleasure sending you deeper.

Waves of pleasure making you even more sensitive. Pay attention to your chest. Feel your nipples growing hard under the gentle stroke of her thumb. Feel your flat chest begin to glow. Feel it begin to swell, the skin becoming delicate.

Muscles in your chest becoming soft and plump. Soft and plump like real breasts. Soft and plump like a real girl. She leans down a little and wraps her lips around your right nipple. The heat of her mouth is like fire against your skin.

She sucks you into her mouth, pulling and tugging with her lips. A pleasure that begins in your core, resonates out throughout your entire body as your tongue licks and circles your nipple. Feel it in your mind, her wet, warm tongue against your skin. But your cock is all hard and leaky. And as much as I'd love showing you off, I don't think we can have this poking out from under your skirt in public, can we?

It's all my fault. I'm sorry. I forgot to bring a pair of panties for you. Careless of me. Oh, thankfully, I did bring something else, something that'll keep that boner in place.

I didn't bring panties. But, of course, I didn't forget to bring your cage. It's even better. This way you can still leak and drip that precum all over yourself Well, not exposing yourself and getting hard in front of strangers. But this cage is rather small, you are still very excited.

So I need you to be a good boy and go limp for me. Go limp for me. Go limp for me. Go limp for me. Sissies don't need to be hard.

Go limp so I can lock you up. She looks into your eyes as she speaks. You instinctively grow soft in the warm palm of her hand. It feels so good to obey her with your body like this. Not a conscious action, but helpless reflexive obedience.

It feels so good to surrender your manhood into our selfhood. It's not like anybody's going to play with it, so why shouldn't it be locked up? Be a good boy, let her slip that cage onto you. Be a good boy, let me cage you. I know you fantasize about being locked sissies love being caged.

So take this pretty cage like a good boy. I think pink is definitely your color. It looks so cute against your blushing skin. Almost as pink as your head, slipping slowly between the bars, snuggling tight against them, you feel your balls tense and swell with anticipation as she turns the key. And you feel it between your legs.

Tight, tiny, throbbing. Pre cum dread ripping down your thighs. Good boy. Now you can put on your skirt and we can get out of here. When you exit, the guy at the bar is still there.

You were expecting to have to approach him, but when he sees the 2 of you, he puts down his drink and she signals at him to follow you. She sees the look of surprise on your face. You thought he wasn't interested in it. She laughs and assesses. I already told him everything.

Don't worry. He wasn't bored. He just wanted to see how he would look in a skirt and high heels before he made up his mind. And by the look he's giving you, I'd say he likes what he sees. She grabs her hand and begins to lead you past the crowds and down a set of stairs.

You're beginning to forget how you got here. You find yourself slipping in and out back and forth between conscious awareness of your surroundings, in a state of forced bliss as you listen to my voice and focus on what your friend is doing. There is no need for you to attempt to retain or a team will recall any memories. The more you try to focus and piece everything together, the less it will make sense in your mind. The more you relax, however, the better you'll feel.

Let all your thoughts slowly become silent, empty, and meaningless. Your brain knows how to keep track. And your body is so responsive to my voice. I push and bend the curtain, and it feels as if you stepped through into another world. Exiting the noise and bustle all of the club, you enter into a padded, warm room.

The walls and floors are draped in purple velvet. The furniture is leather and pink. The room is circular and lining the walls are all kinds of rugs some cushions, places to lie down, and places to feel pleasure. In the center of the room is a bench. It sits on a patch of round carpet and is lit by an overhead spotlight.

The only other thing is a mirror on the back wall. As the curtain closes behind you, the sound of the club seems to muffle and disappear. The lights in the ceiling begin to dim and shift. A heavy, heavy silence falls over you. The room seems to have a weight to it.

A relaxing, comfortable weight. Like a heavy blanket falling over you. Your mind is silent. Your mind is empty. Your body feels as if it's floating as I lead you to the bench.

There is no resistance as I guide you along. No resistance as I ask you to sit down here next to me. Above you, the light seems to suddenly grow in intensity. The pink hue begins to overtake your vision so that everything is gleaming and bright and beautiful. Your body is glowing, warm and covered in goosebumps from the light tingles my voice is sending through your body, how do you feel?

Does it feel good? How does it feel to be dressed up? How does it feel to be a sissy? If you hear echoing voices, don't worry. It's only part of the experience.

It is your subconscious beginning to break away as your inhibitions continue to disappear. It is your subconscious finally letting your desires express themselves to the fullest. Then all your resistance fall away as you embrace what you really are. You're a sissy. You're a sissy.

Listen to that voice in the back of your head. It's only telling you the truth. There's no denying it anymore, sweetie. A sissy. You're sitting here all caged and dressed up.

You're a sissy. How could you not be? How could you not be a sissy? It's okay to accept what you can't change. You feel a strong hand underneath your chin.

He raises your head to look at him. Yours is towering over you Except that you are no longer in control let every hesitation evaporate in the pink glow, except that you can no longer resist. Just don't fight us. Except that I am in charge. You are just our little toy.

It's time for you to surrender yourself completely over to us. This Sissy. I want you to slide down onto your knees. Be a good boy as to kneel in front of our sissy. Bring your feminine fingers along the edge of his sissy.

Unbutton him and then pull it down. You can always tell his heart. You can tell because when you twist open that button it bulges towards your face. You're a sissy. Do you see?

Do you see how Bradley wants to be let out of these nightmares so he has come out to play. You know what that's like, you have your cock aching and throbbing your a between your legs. You're not intimidated by his cock, are you? Don't be scared. Don't be scared.

You're just so scared. This is what you're made for. This is what you're made for. This is what you're meant for. This is what you're meant for.

You love this. You know exactly what to do. You know how to please. You know how to please. There's nothing to be confused about.

You're so confused. You're so confused. You're just a slut. Embrace it. Good boys don't resist.

That good boys are good girls. Let the panel work its magic on you. There's nothing wrong with exploring. You're a sissy. It's not gay if you look like a girl.

You try to turn away, but your body simply won't move. I understand your hesitation, your urge to resist. You're not supposed to want this. You're not supposed to crave we're assisting you. His cock is right in front of your face now.

Of course. You can feel the pulse a your pulse are feeling dizzy. You resist heavy beats that radiate pleasure through your bodices. You feel your hands move open Sirius begin to massage your assisances. His skin is hot.

Yours and balls are tight as you stroke them with your fingers. Every feminine instinct in your body is telling you to put it in your mouth. Submissive, sissy sluts like you are made to suck cock. It's only partly the drugs and the pretty skirt that makes you want to yours. And, you wanted to sloth for an assistant love of your cock.

You wanted a cock like this. You want it to be a source of sissy's love. You're a sissy. You wanted to be pretty. You love being pretty, sissy.

You love being pretty. It feels so good to just listen. Just listening to me while you play with a sculk. Stroke him faster. Stroke him faster.

A stroke listening to me while you sink deeper. Deeper. You're a sip deeper. Good boys. Sink too loud Sink, don't think Good boys don't need to think good boys just need to suck.

Put them in your mouth. Put them in your mouth. The only hand gently stroking the back of your neck. Slowly and gently guiding your head. The tip of his cock bumps against your lips.

And as his tip touches you, you feel something sticky and sweet on your lips. He's already leaking precum from the little cock massage you gave him. Instinctively, you can't help but run your tongue across your lips and lick it up. The taste is intoxicating. Like the sweetest fruit, the taste blooms in your mouth.

Your body feels hot. Your mouth trembles as his cock presses against your lips. It's so plump and juicy don't you just wanna put it between your lips and nurse on it? Gently sucking and swallowing thick drops of precum from the tips. Heavy, glistening, those wee drops of yummy cum that keeps pouring endlessly out his cock while you suck him off.

Open up for him. Be a good boy and open up your mouth. Take it slow. We wouldn't want him to bust a nut inside your mouth, would we? Run your mouth along every inch of his cock.

Get them wet, get them hard. Feel those tips slide in and out of your mouth. Squeeze your pretty lips round them and suck. Just suck. Suck his cock like a lollipop ball.

Feel him moan and throb as he pushes himself deeper into you. No need to breathe. No need to thing. Feel me grab your hair and push you back onto his cock, holding you against his stomach as his cock slips deep into the back of your throat before pulling you back. So you gasp forever, and then pushing them back onto them before you have time to cover his hard cock pumping in and out of your mouth as you helplessly take every inch of him good boy good sissy good sissy good toy.

That's all you are. Just a fuck toy. Just a fuck toy. Just a fucking fuck toy. Can't help sucking it, kissing it, worshiping it.

Just a submissive sissy slut. So happy to be you. So happy to be of service to big cocks. I'm so happy to be controlled by the rhythm of my words. It's natural for you to give others pleasure.

Naturally submissive, naturally obedient. Giving him pleasure is all you can focus on, as his juicy cock invades your wet and drooling mouth, his pleasure is your pleasure. My pleasure is your pleasure. Obedience is your pleasure. Cock is your pleasure.

Pleasure his cock with your mouth. Take him as deep as you can. Stick out your tongue and lick his balls. His perfect cock inside your mouth is a dream come true. And a dream of a submissive sissy slut.

An indescribable ecstasy as he fills you up. Fills you up. Fills you up. And you wanna feel him fill you up filling you up. You're a virgin, right?

I'm sure you've played with it along. Plucking yourself in going crazy with those vibrations with your hands. But you're a sissy. You've never had a real cock inside you, this side you have heels, there's lower sissy. Is that what you've been picturing when you play with yourself?

Have you been picturing the rhythmic vibrations like a cock moving in and out of you, slipping gently inside you until it bottoms out. The impulsing of the vibrator is like feeling his head against your prostate, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your nervous system before you even realize what is happening. He is sitting down and you are the one standing. His legs are spread and his cock is throbbing hard. Guys, are they?

Pulsing. It's okay that you want it? It's okay to feel that stoppable urge. You want his cock inside you? How can you not?

It's so smooth and pink and slippery with all your spins nice and lubed up and ready to slide inside your little boy pussy. It would be a week not to sit on it now that you've made it all slippery and hard, he's literally aching for it, aching to slip between your soft wet cheeks. Aching to fuck your little pussy like the good boy you are. The good sissy you are. And you?

You're aching for it too, aren't you? It's okay to admit it, baby. I know what it feels like. Once you've had them in your mouth, it's it's simple not to imagine what it would feel like inside you, especially when having him inside your mouth feels so fucking good. It feels so good because with every word I am coaxing you deeper and deeper into this perfect submissive a sissy trance.

If you feel your focus drifting, just drift along with us. The less your focus, the more relaxed you'll be. The more relaxed you are, the better you'll feel as the effects of the drug begin to come on stronger and stronger. The more relaxed you are, the easier it will be. There is cock taking a slip inside you, assist you, love.

Effortlessly opening you up and sliding deep into your eager little pussy. Spread your legs over his lap. Place your knees on either side of his thighs. Position yourself right above his throbbing cock Throw your arms around his a neck and lean against them. Don't rush.

Patiences. Patiences. Take your time. Very slow. Tease the tip of his cock with your ass.

Sit back on it and let it slip between your cheeks. Grind yourself against a stem enveloping his shaft with your plump, girly ass. Feeling the head of his cock as it slips across your smooth shaved hole, smooth like a girl. You can even kiss him if you really want to. Your lips against his as you slowly lower yourself onto his day.

His tongue inside your mouth as you feel ahead of his cock beginning to open you up. Pressing against your hands. Against your pussy. Open yourself up to him. Sit on his cock like a good little sissy.

Take your time to enjoy every inch. Let your body sink down onto, deeper onto his cast. Show him how badly you want to pleasure him. He likes to see how eager you are. He likes to see how you only care for his pleasure despite wanting to burst out of that cave, despite being so a harmony you can barely control yourself anymore.

You only care about his pleasure, his orgasm. We urge to be entertained, to be penetrated, to be opened up and fell, it's a feminine desire. Wanting cock is feminine. Wanting to be British and Feminine. Wanting to dress up like a pretty slut is feminine.

You would much rather do what the girls are doing, wouldn't you? Even if it means having to leave your masculinity behind for a bit. It's worth it. You get to play like a girl. It feels good to let that inner femininity free for a little bit.

Leaving behind all your inhibitions and hesitations as you take his cock inside your ass. Let every thought melt away as he begins to fuck you. You can't help sinking deeper every time? Deeper deeper deeper deeper deeper on their cock. Deeper into trance, helpless to resist, helpless to stop, helplessly taken by his massive cock.

Boys aren't supposed to be penetrated like a woman. Boys aren't supposed to get fucked in high heels. But you don't care about what boys are supposed to do? You only care what girls are supposed to do. Here you go.

Ride him. You're a sissy. Write him like a girl. Bounce on his dick. Sucking your pussy.

Deep in your pussy. Deep in your pussy. It's slowly humming into you, sinking down onto him. Fucking like a girl. You feel happy when you're feminine.

You feel happy when you submit yourself to him. Enjoy this feeling of being completely taken, completely owned, completely submissive and obedient. An obedient little sissy slut. His full balls slap against you every time you bounce, every time you slam down on him. So full and ready to release inside you.

It's your reward. Your reward for being a good toy. Your reward isn't an orgasm. It's his cum. His cum is all you care about.

His thumb is all you can focus on. The expression of strained ecstasy on his face as your body seems to move on its own, sliding down all the way bottoming out on him, grinding on his dick like a desperate sissy. It's almost too much for your mind to take. The way he feels inside of you, like your whole body is melting against his strong body. Every thought disappears as he begins to move his hips in rhythm with you.

Your restrained cock helplessly bouncing every which way. Your cage is already soaking and leaking precumon out the front of him, wet like a girl, like a sissy, hoarying like a girl, riding cock like a girls moaning like a girl. Let him hear you. Don't be shy. Moan for him.

Let him enjoy your cute little whimpers as he pounds into you. And then without warning, he picks you up in his strong arms, you're completely weightless. Without asking your permission, he throws you face down onto the bench. In the mirror on the back wall, you can see the position you're in. Face down, ass up.

He is towering over you from behind, jacked and hard. He kneels down, begins to run his hands over your body. And grabbing your, squeezing your balls. He he puts 1 hand firmly on your hip and the other one travels along your spine up to your neck and he grabs your hair tightly in his face. He feels like you may never escape.

Then with no hesitation he slips back inside you. You can't help but arch your back as he pulls your head out. Helpless as he begins to thrust into you. Taking what is his. Using you like a toy, using it for his own pleasure, you instinctively begin to move back against him, slamming back.

As he pounds into you, your bodies collide and deep waves of pleasure move through you, he begins to move faster, faster, faster, fucking you harder, fucking you deep fucking you deeper into trance, fucking you deeper into mission as your body goes limp over the bench. He's just fucking you like a toy, he's fucking you like a good little sissy. Using you to get off. Using you for his own pleasure. Using your ass like a pussy.

He fucks you faster. You try to keep up. You try to move back on him in a perfect rhythm. But each time you try to move he's already slammed against you. 2, 3, 4 times.

You can't count? You can't think Your body is helpless and unable to move as his cock slams against your prostate you can only watch in the mirror. You wanna make him come? Well, what are you waiting for? Be a good little toy and fuck him back.

It doesn't matter that he's so much stronger than you. Slam yourself against him. Show him how desperate you are to get still. Show him how badly you want him to bust that nut inside his pussy. Fuck him back.

Fuck him deeper. Feel him put his whole weight against you as he slams into you. The bench nearly toppling over from you getting fucked. He lets go of your hair and your head falls down as he grabs both your hips. A Deeper.

His breathing is getting ragged and shallow. His moans and his groans are growing deeper and louder. The sweat on his skin, hungry look in his eyes. You can only watch in the mirror like a good submissive sissy. With every thrust, he seems to go deeper.

With every pump, your body gets warmer. Warmer like a fever dream of pleasure. Your tongue gasps your mind. Every part is screaming out for release. Every part of you is waiting to come.

But you're not allowed to come. He is what matters. His pleasure is what matters. You're about to make him come. You better hold that.

Don't you dare fucking cum. Focus only on him. Focus on his car. Fuck him. Like a good little slut.

Don't you dare come. Do you want him to come inside you? Yeah. Tell him. Say it out loud.

Please come inside me. Deeper. Please, mister. Please. Please fill me up.

Please fill me. Please. Please. Please. More.

More. Please. Please. More. Filio.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Come inside me.

Use his whole body is convulsing and straining behind you. His rhythm becomes uneven. Don't stop fucking him. He sucks in a breath and begins to groan. Keep fucking him.

His hands dig into your hips. Keep fucking him. He is going to cum. Keep fucking him. Milk his cock with your pussy.

You want his come? Take it. Force him to fill you up. Leave him no choice. Be a good slut.

Fuck him until every knocky drop is split inside you. You can feel it? You can feel it pulsing and throbbing and spurting inside you. Continue bouncing against his seeding cock as pump after pump of sticky, yammy cum fills you up. Take all of it.

Continue fucking him like an eager slat. Milk his cock until he has to stop he has to pin you down to keep you from moving. He can't take any more of your post orgasmic torture. His hands release their grip on your hips, and he collapses on top of you, panting and groaning as you keep sliding over his cock. You feel so happy.

You feel so full. Good boy. See how good you made him feel? See how much he loved fucking you. You didn't come, did you?

I know how hard it must have been to control yourself. Good boy. I'm so proud of you. You did exactly what I wanted. He couldn't have wished for a better toy than you.

In a moment, he's going to get up and leave. Eventually, you and I are going to have to go as well. But there is no rush, no pressure. You are free to lay here in whatever way you find comfortable for as long as you want. The pill will slowly start to clear from your system.

You'll feel your mind becoming clear. Your body will awaken. You'll be refreshed and relaxed, satisfied and happy. But let that process happen naturally. Don't rush anything.

Feel free to enjoy the relaxing trance that you're still in. Feel free to drift in and out of consciousness as his cum drips out of you. Enjoy the feeling of being a submissive, sassy slut. Hopefully, when you leave, this feeling will still linger inside you. This experience, this moment it will hopefully continue to occupy your fantasies.

And if you do find yourself Longing to experience this feeling again? I want you to come back to me, tell me what you desire, and maybe we can spend another night in this