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Wednesday, September 5, 2018
meet #8 Becoming Daddies Sissy!
My eyes have been opened. I fear there is no going back. I have experienced something which has changed me forever.
I'm a real sissy now! A little sissy faggot girl who fully embraces what that means and what their role is when with a real man.
A bit too much? :-)
I've met someone I'll probably meet whenever life allows.
A real Daddy type.
This all happened nearly a month ago (perhaps a little longer) so there's probably more artistic licence than normal. Sorry.
It all started on tvchix. A few messages, some chat in the rooms. Then quickly moved to kik. I much prefer chatting on there but (to anybody out there) can't always chat that often. When I can I tend to be quite full on though and so we had quickly connected.
Older, grey beard, kinky but respectful of my inexperience. He soon had me interested. I yearned to be his full on 'sissy' and acquiesced to his requests whenever opportunity arrived. Sneaking off to the toilets at work to send him pictures of my clit and videos of me cumming whilst professing my love for him. Sending him video of me playing with my toys and telling him I was a sissy; sharing my deepest darkest fantasies and begging him to help me attain them.
Early on I knew I wanted to meet. He seemed like the perfect man to take my education further. It was just a case of when and life doesn't really give me many opportunities.
It took a while to find the time but eventually a date was set and I made sure, although busy at work, I had the day booked off. I planned to just work a half day the day before too to give me time to wax and prepare but things got busy and I didn't get home to close to midnight. By the time I'd waxed and (sharing too much?) given myself an enema it was nearly 2am. I was due at the hotel he'd booked near Waterloo station in only another 8 hours time!
I packed a bag before I finally got some sleep and set my alarm early. I still felt like I had a lot to do to prepare in the morning.
I woke up before my alarm. Excited, nervous, terrified! Picked at some breakfast, drank about 4 cups of coffee.
I douched, showered and shaved my face as closely as possible.
Lubed my pussy with my fingers and then slipped in a plug.
I'd said I would arrive plugged and in panties and so stepped into a cute pink pair and then dressed as a boy before leaving the house. I was nearly an hour late leaving but had kept him updated so it wasn't a problem. He was already at the hotel waiting for me by the time I was stood on the train platform.
My emotions were heightened knowing I was sat there on the overground amidst all the people commuting into work or going shopping with a plug gently filling me and rocking in time with the train on the tracks. In my bag, clothes, dildo's lube, breasts, wigs, heels. All hidden from my fellow passengers only by the thin fabric of my backpack.
The last couple of months worth of messages and anticipation played over and over in my head. Thankfully there was no-one sat directly next to me so I could scroll through the potted history of our online relationship. At some point, at his behest, I'd started calling him Daddy and he'd begun referring to me as his little sissy girl. In the days leading up to being on my way to meet him our texts had become even more lurid, if that were possible, and I'd shared my deepest fantasies with him. He in turn had sent me pictures of the collar and leash I was to wear along with the cuffs, paddle, gag and plug he was bringing with him. I'd been terrified and turned on in equal measure and in my bravado agreed to be thrown into the deep end on our first meet. Last night, after waxing, I'd taken a step back though and thankfully he was happy to take things more slowly. I hoped he was a man of his word.
In between re-reading our chat history I kik'd with him all the way there, my clit straining already in my jeans. Just before I got to Canada Water I messaged him one last time to tell him I was going underground and that the next time I had a signal I'd be practically outside the hotel.
I was so excited on the underground I felt it must be written all over my face, what I was, where I was going, what I hoped dearly I would be doing.
The doors opened at Southwark and with purpose I headed out of the station, continually checking my phone for the second I got a signal. He'd messaged. He was sat in the lobby grabbing a coffee. I replied to let him know I was only thirty seconds away. Stood out on the street in the blazing sunshine I took a few deep breaths and then strolled as nonchalantly as I could into the hotel.
It was full and busy, for which I was grateful, mainly families grabbing breakfast before heading out to sight see or people just checking after long haul flights. I scanned around to see if I could recognise him. We had exchanged photos but that was so long ago all I had to go on was his tvchix profile pic which showed his chest, beard and little else to discern him by.
There was a possible candidate, in a casual suit, sat on his own at a table. I wandered towards him. He looked up briefly and I smiled nervously but he didn't really even acknowledge me before returning to what he was reading. I went back to searching.
There were no other possibilities. Everyone else was in couples or with large families. It had to be him. I checked my phone and was just messaging him again when I looked up and caught his eye. This time he realised who I was.
I felt awful. I must look so unlike Amber when in drab boy mode he couldn't recognise me or see anything desirable in me.
"Amber?" he enquired softly.
I nodded, cowed, nervous. A little humiliated and wanting to run for the door.
"Do you want a coffee first or shall we go up to the room?"
I might have spoken. I don't remember. I must have said something because the next moment we were heading for the lifts.
There was one already waiting and we stepped inside. As the door closed he took my hand. As the lift began to move he leaned in and kissed me, his hand on my ass. I relaxed instantly and let his tongue into my mouth. Kissed him back with a fierce passion, like a pressure valve had been released.
I immediately fell happily into my role. Stroking his arms,"You've got such strong arms Daddy."
"Mmmm and you're such a pretty little thing Amber."
I had no idea what floor we were on when the lift door opened again. Nor as he lead me by the hand down the corridor see the number on the door as he opened the room for us.
Small but clean, comfortable and certainly not budget, I put my bag down. He spoke to me and I answered but I probably couldn't have remembered five minutes later, let alone now what was said.
I stood by the bed. I think we kissed again, I think I was pleasantly conscious his hands were exploratory, they seemed to want to touch me. I felt under his shirt and was happy to find a hairy sexy chest underneath.
I'd kind of joked a few weeks previously that I would fully submit to him and strip when I entered the room. That was my only clear thought in those first few minutes and so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with him watching and let it drop to the floor.
His hands stroked my smooth stomach and breasts as we kissed again.
"Are you wearing panties like you said you would?"
I nodded, "Yes Daddy."
"Good girl. Show Daddy please."
I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down over my thighs. He was stood behind me. His hands on my breasts, my ass, my clit, hard and straining to get out of my panties. He kissed the back of my neck and pushed me forwards a little so my weight was against the wall. I felt his fingers press against the plug I was wearing and push it a little further into my pussy. My fingers finding his hard cock and massaging it through his trousers.
We kissed a little longer then I stepped out of my jeans and took my socks off to show him my pink toenails.
"Take my trousers off Amber."
I knelt in front of him and he stood from the bed so I could undo his trousers and pull them down. I could see his cock straining in his underwear. He sat back on the bed and I pulled his trousers from his legs and folded them before removing his socks too.
I freed his cock from his underwear. It was nice and hard, a cock ring keeping it firm. Not too big, not too small, just right. He didn't need to ask, I knew what to do; knew what I wanted to do, needed to do.
It had been a long time since I'd been this close to a real mans cock. I'd almost forgotten how they smelled and tasted, the power they had over me. How helpless and hungry and horny I felt with one in my hands and mouth. I'd missed sucking a cock so much. I just hadn't realised quite how much until then.
I played with his cock for a while, loving every inch of it and its size and flavour in my mouth and on my tongue.
At some point in proceedings we ended up lying together on the bed, kissing, touching. I kept telling him I was his little sissy, Daddy's little sissy slut. Growing into the role, getting more and more excited, giggly, girly. The last thing I'd expected was to be naked except for a pink pair of panties and a butt plug within the first 10 minutes but he'd treated me like a girl since the moment we'd entered the lift and so it didn't feel weird at all.
We must have played and kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other for well over half an hour before we eventually broke for air.
"Do you want to get dressed for me Amber?"
"Yes please Daddy." I retired to the bathroom to change, making sure he got a good look at me stood there almost naked as I gathered my things together. It never ceases to amaze me how confident I feel with my body and sexuality once the ice is broken.
I wanted him to see what he was getting, wanted him to desire me.
I took the minimum amount of time I could without rushing things too much. I knew he would be patient but I didn't want to keep him waiting any more than I wanted to delay proceedings myself.
I removed the plug and checked my pussy was still clean. I toyed with changing into another pair of panties but decided to stick with pink. They are cute and sheer so my bum shows through. I pulled on some stockings. I thought about my breast forms but decided against them. I wanted him to have access to my nipples. I chose a sequinned minidress and after putting it on started to make myself up.
Finishing everything off with my blonde wig and a pair of pink heels I took a final look at myself in the mirror and went back into the bedroom.
He stood up from the bed to greet me. We kissed a little more and he turned me around to look at me fully.
"I'm okay with a collar Daddy if you'd like to collar me."
We'd discussed not bothering with any toys of that nature but he didn't wait for me to change my mind and moved quickly to get it. I stood with my back to him as he tightened it around my neck and then attached a lead, "You're mine now Amber."
"Yes Daddy, I'm your little sissy girl."
"Good girl."
He walked me to the mirror, "Get on your knees Amber."
"Yes Daddy."
I knelt before him and looked up at him as I played with his cock with my mouth and fingers. Kissing and licking his balls. Sucking them gently into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. Giving his manhood the attention it deserved and relishing every second it was in my possession.
"Look in the mirror Amber"
I watched myself playing with his cock. My gaze shifting up to meet his eyes watching me.
"Stand up Amber."
I rose and stood still for him as he ran his hands over my body and found my hard clit under my dress.
"Get on the bed Amber."
I perched myself on all fours for him, presenting my ass which must have been visible as my dress was nice and short. He knelt beside me, kissed me and then pushed a finger into my mouth. I knew what he was going to do so I got it nice and wet.
"Oh Daddy," I moaned as he toyed with my pussy and slowly worked his finger inside of me. In between my moans he kissed me as he fingered me for a long lovely time. He kept telling me how much he loved my pussy, how pretty it had looked in the videos I'd put up on xhamster and sent him privately.
He moved behind me. I was so excited. So horny and desperate for him turn me into his little slutty princess.
I felt his hands on my ass and then almost squealed with delight as his tongue brushed over my pussy, his beard tickling the smooth skin of my cheeks. I made noises to let him know how wonderful it felt as he licked me deep and long, occasionally sucking at my hard clit that otherwise dangled uselessly between my thighs.
I could have stayed there for hours with his tongue inside of me but he wanted more. I'd bought some toys with me and I soon felt one gently circling my pussy before working its way inside. I pushed back onto it, letting it stretch me, knowing that it would only make me readier for him.
He took his time working my pussy, letting me ride the dildo as he moved it in and out. He didn't rush things and when he switched to the bigger dildo I was more than ready to take it. It's larger head pushing straight into me as I pushed back onto it. Again he fucked me hard and slow with it until I was almost constantly moaning.
He pulled it out a few times and then put it back in. The he pulled it out but there was a delay.
As he put on a condom.
I felt his cock. A real cock. His gorgeous cock which has not long ago been in my mouth pushing gently at the edge of my pussy and then slipping straight in.
"Is that your cock Daddy?"
"Yes Amber and it feels so good in your pussy."
I was in heaven.
He took things slowly at first and I let him know how good it felt with my moans and breathless thank you Daddy's. He soon started picking things up though, deeper, harder, faster. Holding my hips as he fucked me like the sissy slut I hadn't fully embraced until right now.
I was on another level. I had never imagined that sex could be this amazing. That being fucked would feel so utterly beautiful, intense and right. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, riding on the edge of both of them.
I gripped him with my pussy muscles as he thrust into me. I squealed and screamed with delight.
I was near tears of pleasure.
It felt like I was born for this. To have a cock buried in my ass. My pussy wrapped around it hugging it tightly as it caressed my insides.
He paused. Pulled out and came up to kiss me deeply. I loved his thoughtfulness and kissed him back passionately but just wanted him back inside of me. He obviously wanted that too because he pushed me down, off all fours, face down on to the bed and pushed himself back inside of me.
This time he fucked me hard. Made ever nerve in my body tingle as his cock attacked my pussy. It only made me want his cock more. Harder, faster, even more passionate. I had found my calling at last.
I was a sissy little slut serving her Daddy and loving it.
I needed him deeper and harder so I pushed myself back up onto all fours and starting fucking him back hard and fast with my ass. His cock was touching me in all the right places inside. I felt like I was on the cusp of passing out it was so intense and then I squealed and my clit spat out a huge wad of cum.
My whole body shook with pleasure and he paused, perhaps a little worried, confused.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy I've cum," I whispered. Barely able to speak.
He looked all concerned. Turned me over and gently kissed my clit, cleaning the cum from it.
Lying on my back now, he leaned over and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.
I spread my legs wide. I wanted him to fuck me and to be able to look into his eyes. At that moment I felt an intense desire and almost love for him. He held my legs up and entered me. I wrapped one leg over his shoulder, the other round his back and revelled in the feeling of his cock inside of me again.
We must have already been fucking for over half an hour. It could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned.
He pulled out and knelt over me. He removed his condom.
I was worried he might ask if he could cum inside of me. Worried that it would be a very bad thing to happen but mostly worried that if he asked I would say yes. At that moment my feelings for him were so intense I would have gone against all my instincts and let him breed me. My heart was in my mouth.
Luckily he didn't say a word. Just looked deeply into my eyes as he wanked himself off and then with a soft grunt came all over my clit and stomach.
I immediately rolled him over, pushing him back onto the bed this time and set to greedily licking every drop of cum from his still hard cock. Then I straddled him and kissed him deeply, thanking him for making me feel like a princess, like a good little sissy girl. His softening cock resting between my butt cheeks.
If he'd still been hard I'd have stuffed him back inside and ridden him like a sissy cowgirl, milking him for every drop. Again luckily that wasn't an option!
I rolled off him and lay there weirdly completely satisfied but still as horny as hell. He should have stopped me, I should have stopped me but ... I couldn't help myself.
"Daddy I need to come again."
I started to tug desperately at my clit. He held my hand tightly as my body rocked and I moaned and I came everywhere.
He took me in his arms and then bent and gently licked me clean.
We kissed and for the second time I tasted myself on his tongue. It was delicious mixed with the flavour of his mouth.
We lay together for a long time. His fingers gently stroking my skin. Not saying anything just lying there.
I was annoyed with myself for letting myself cum. I desperately wanted him to fuck me again but, with not having slept the night before, and having cum so intensely myself I was spent.
There is more and I will no doubt re-edit the above and add to it over the next few days but for now; Thank you Daddy. Amber loves you xxx
I'm a real sissy now! A little sissy faggot girl who fully embraces what that means and what their role is when with a real man.
A bit too much? :-)
I've met someone I'll probably meet whenever life allows.
A real Daddy type.
This all happened nearly a month ago (perhaps a little longer) so there's probably more artistic licence than normal. Sorry.
It all started on tvchix. A few messages, some chat in the rooms. Then quickly moved to kik. I much prefer chatting on there but (to anybody out there) can't always chat that often. When I can I tend to be quite full on though and so we had quickly connected.
Older, grey beard, kinky but respectful of my inexperience. He soon had me interested. I yearned to be his full on 'sissy' and acquiesced to his requests whenever opportunity arrived. Sneaking off to the toilets at work to send him pictures of my clit and videos of me cumming whilst professing my love for him. Sending him video of me playing with my toys and telling him I was a sissy; sharing my deepest darkest fantasies and begging him to help me attain them.
Early on I knew I wanted to meet. He seemed like the perfect man to take my education further. It was just a case of when and life doesn't really give me many opportunities.
It took a while to find the time but eventually a date was set and I made sure, although busy at work, I had the day booked off. I planned to just work a half day the day before too to give me time to wax and prepare but things got busy and I didn't get home to close to midnight. By the time I'd waxed and (sharing too much?) given myself an enema it was nearly 2am. I was due at the hotel he'd booked near Waterloo station in only another 8 hours time!
I packed a bag before I finally got some sleep and set my alarm early. I still felt like I had a lot to do to prepare in the morning.
I woke up before my alarm. Excited, nervous, terrified! Picked at some breakfast, drank about 4 cups of coffee.
I douched, showered and shaved my face as closely as possible.
Lubed my pussy with my fingers and then slipped in a plug.
I'd said I would arrive plugged and in panties and so stepped into a cute pink pair and then dressed as a boy before leaving the house. I was nearly an hour late leaving but had kept him updated so it wasn't a problem. He was already at the hotel waiting for me by the time I was stood on the train platform.
My emotions were heightened knowing I was sat there on the overground amidst all the people commuting into work or going shopping with a plug gently filling me and rocking in time with the train on the tracks. In my bag, clothes, dildo's lube, breasts, wigs, heels. All hidden from my fellow passengers only by the thin fabric of my backpack.
The last couple of months worth of messages and anticipation played over and over in my head. Thankfully there was no-one sat directly next to me so I could scroll through the potted history of our online relationship. At some point, at his behest, I'd started calling him Daddy and he'd begun referring to me as his little sissy girl. In the days leading up to being on my way to meet him our texts had become even more lurid, if that were possible, and I'd shared my deepest fantasies with him. He in turn had sent me pictures of the collar and leash I was to wear along with the cuffs, paddle, gag and plug he was bringing with him. I'd been terrified and turned on in equal measure and in my bravado agreed to be thrown into the deep end on our first meet. Last night, after waxing, I'd taken a step back though and thankfully he was happy to take things more slowly. I hoped he was a man of his word.
In between re-reading our chat history I kik'd with him all the way there, my clit straining already in my jeans. Just before I got to Canada Water I messaged him one last time to tell him I was going underground and that the next time I had a signal I'd be practically outside the hotel.
I was so excited on the underground I felt it must be written all over my face, what I was, where I was going, what I hoped dearly I would be doing.
The doors opened at Southwark and with purpose I headed out of the station, continually checking my phone for the second I got a signal. He'd messaged. He was sat in the lobby grabbing a coffee. I replied to let him know I was only thirty seconds away. Stood out on the street in the blazing sunshine I took a few deep breaths and then strolled as nonchalantly as I could into the hotel.
It was full and busy, for which I was grateful, mainly families grabbing breakfast before heading out to sight see or people just checking after long haul flights. I scanned around to see if I could recognise him. We had exchanged photos but that was so long ago all I had to go on was his tvchix profile pic which showed his chest, beard and little else to discern him by.
There was a possible candidate, in a casual suit, sat on his own at a table. I wandered towards him. He looked up briefly and I smiled nervously but he didn't really even acknowledge me before returning to what he was reading. I went back to searching.
There were no other possibilities. Everyone else was in couples or with large families. It had to be him. I checked my phone and was just messaging him again when I looked up and caught his eye. This time he realised who I was.
I felt awful. I must look so unlike Amber when in drab boy mode he couldn't recognise me or see anything desirable in me.
"Amber?" he enquired softly.
I nodded, cowed, nervous. A little humiliated and wanting to run for the door.
"Do you want a coffee first or shall we go up to the room?"
I might have spoken. I don't remember. I must have said something because the next moment we were heading for the lifts.
There was one already waiting and we stepped inside. As the door closed he took my hand. As the lift began to move he leaned in and kissed me, his hand on my ass. I relaxed instantly and let his tongue into my mouth. Kissed him back with a fierce passion, like a pressure valve had been released.
I immediately fell happily into my role. Stroking his arms,"You've got such strong arms Daddy."
"Mmmm and you're such a pretty little thing Amber."
I had no idea what floor we were on when the lift door opened again. Nor as he lead me by the hand down the corridor see the number on the door as he opened the room for us.
Small but clean, comfortable and certainly not budget, I put my bag down. He spoke to me and I answered but I probably couldn't have remembered five minutes later, let alone now what was said.
I stood by the bed. I think we kissed again, I think I was pleasantly conscious his hands were exploratory, they seemed to want to touch me. I felt under his shirt and was happy to find a hairy sexy chest underneath.
I'd kind of joked a few weeks previously that I would fully submit to him and strip when I entered the room. That was my only clear thought in those first few minutes and so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with him watching and let it drop to the floor.
His hands stroked my smooth stomach and breasts as we kissed again.
"Are you wearing panties like you said you would?"
I nodded, "Yes Daddy."
"Good girl. Show Daddy please."
I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down over my thighs. He was stood behind me. His hands on my breasts, my ass, my clit, hard and straining to get out of my panties. He kissed the back of my neck and pushed me forwards a little so my weight was against the wall. I felt his fingers press against the plug I was wearing and push it a little further into my pussy. My fingers finding his hard cock and massaging it through his trousers.
We kissed a little longer then I stepped out of my jeans and took my socks off to show him my pink toenails.
"Take my trousers off Amber."
I knelt in front of him and he stood from the bed so I could undo his trousers and pull them down. I could see his cock straining in his underwear. He sat back on the bed and I pulled his trousers from his legs and folded them before removing his socks too.
I freed his cock from his underwear. It was nice and hard, a cock ring keeping it firm. Not too big, not too small, just right. He didn't need to ask, I knew what to do; knew what I wanted to do, needed to do.
It had been a long time since I'd been this close to a real mans cock. I'd almost forgotten how they smelled and tasted, the power they had over me. How helpless and hungry and horny I felt with one in my hands and mouth. I'd missed sucking a cock so much. I just hadn't realised quite how much until then.
I played with his cock for a while, loving every inch of it and its size and flavour in my mouth and on my tongue.
At some point in proceedings we ended up lying together on the bed, kissing, touching. I kept telling him I was his little sissy, Daddy's little sissy slut. Growing into the role, getting more and more excited, giggly, girly. The last thing I'd expected was to be naked except for a pink pair of panties and a butt plug within the first 10 minutes but he'd treated me like a girl since the moment we'd entered the lift and so it didn't feel weird at all.
We must have played and kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other for well over half an hour before we eventually broke for air.
"Do you want to get dressed for me Amber?"
"Yes please Daddy." I retired to the bathroom to change, making sure he got a good look at me stood there almost naked as I gathered my things together. It never ceases to amaze me how confident I feel with my body and sexuality once the ice is broken.
I wanted him to see what he was getting, wanted him to desire me.
I took the minimum amount of time I could without rushing things too much. I knew he would be patient but I didn't want to keep him waiting any more than I wanted to delay proceedings myself.
I removed the plug and checked my pussy was still clean. I toyed with changing into another pair of panties but decided to stick with pink. They are cute and sheer so my bum shows through. I pulled on some stockings. I thought about my breast forms but decided against them. I wanted him to have access to my nipples. I chose a sequinned minidress and after putting it on started to make myself up.
Finishing everything off with my blonde wig and a pair of pink heels I took a final look at myself in the mirror and went back into the bedroom.
He stood up from the bed to greet me. We kissed a little more and he turned me around to look at me fully.
"I'm okay with a collar Daddy if you'd like to collar me."
We'd discussed not bothering with any toys of that nature but he didn't wait for me to change my mind and moved quickly to get it. I stood with my back to him as he tightened it around my neck and then attached a lead, "You're mine now Amber."
"Yes Daddy, I'm your little sissy girl."
"Good girl."
He walked me to the mirror, "Get on your knees Amber."
"Yes Daddy."
I knelt before him and looked up at him as I played with his cock with my mouth and fingers. Kissing and licking his balls. Sucking them gently into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. Giving his manhood the attention it deserved and relishing every second it was in my possession.
"Look in the mirror Amber"
I watched myself playing with his cock. My gaze shifting up to meet his eyes watching me.
"Stand up Amber."
I rose and stood still for him as he ran his hands over my body and found my hard clit under my dress.
"Get on the bed Amber."
I perched myself on all fours for him, presenting my ass which must have been visible as my dress was nice and short. He knelt beside me, kissed me and then pushed a finger into my mouth. I knew what he was going to do so I got it nice and wet.
"Oh Daddy," I moaned as he toyed with my pussy and slowly worked his finger inside of me. In between my moans he kissed me as he fingered me for a long lovely time. He kept telling me how much he loved my pussy, how pretty it had looked in the videos I'd put up on xhamster and sent him privately.
He moved behind me. I was so excited. So horny and desperate for him turn me into his little slutty princess.
I felt his hands on my ass and then almost squealed with delight as his tongue brushed over my pussy, his beard tickling the smooth skin of my cheeks. I made noises to let him know how wonderful it felt as he licked me deep and long, occasionally sucking at my hard clit that otherwise dangled uselessly between my thighs.
I could have stayed there for hours with his tongue inside of me but he wanted more. I'd bought some toys with me and I soon felt one gently circling my pussy before working its way inside. I pushed back onto it, letting it stretch me, knowing that it would only make me readier for him.
He took his time working my pussy, letting me ride the dildo as he moved it in and out. He didn't rush things and when he switched to the bigger dildo I was more than ready to take it. It's larger head pushing straight into me as I pushed back onto it. Again he fucked me hard and slow with it until I was almost constantly moaning.
He pulled it out a few times and then put it back in. The he pulled it out but there was a delay.
As he put on a condom.
I felt his cock. A real cock. His gorgeous cock which has not long ago been in my mouth pushing gently at the edge of my pussy and then slipping straight in.
"Is that your cock Daddy?"
"Yes Amber and it feels so good in your pussy."
I was in heaven.
He took things slowly at first and I let him know how good it felt with my moans and breathless thank you Daddy's. He soon started picking things up though, deeper, harder, faster. Holding my hips as he fucked me like the sissy slut I hadn't fully embraced until right now.
I was on another level. I had never imagined that sex could be this amazing. That being fucked would feel so utterly beautiful, intense and right. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, riding on the edge of both of them.
I gripped him with my pussy muscles as he thrust into me. I squealed and screamed with delight.
I was near tears of pleasure.
It felt like I was born for this. To have a cock buried in my ass. My pussy wrapped around it hugging it tightly as it caressed my insides.
He paused. Pulled out and came up to kiss me deeply. I loved his thoughtfulness and kissed him back passionately but just wanted him back inside of me. He obviously wanted that too because he pushed me down, off all fours, face down on to the bed and pushed himself back inside of me.
This time he fucked me hard. Made ever nerve in my body tingle as his cock attacked my pussy. It only made me want his cock more. Harder, faster, even more passionate. I had found my calling at last.
I was a sissy little slut serving her Daddy and loving it.
I needed him deeper and harder so I pushed myself back up onto all fours and starting fucking him back hard and fast with my ass. His cock was touching me in all the right places inside. I felt like I was on the cusp of passing out it was so intense and then I squealed and my clit spat out a huge wad of cum.
My whole body shook with pleasure and he paused, perhaps a little worried, confused.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy I've cum," I whispered. Barely able to speak.
He looked all concerned. Turned me over and gently kissed my clit, cleaning the cum from it.
Lying on my back now, he leaned over and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.
I spread my legs wide. I wanted him to fuck me and to be able to look into his eyes. At that moment I felt an intense desire and almost love for him. He held my legs up and entered me. I wrapped one leg over his shoulder, the other round his back and revelled in the feeling of his cock inside of me again.
We must have already been fucking for over half an hour. It could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned.
He pulled out and knelt over me. He removed his condom.
I was worried he might ask if he could cum inside of me. Worried that it would be a very bad thing to happen but mostly worried that if he asked I would say yes. At that moment my feelings for him were so intense I would have gone against all my instincts and let him breed me. My heart was in my mouth.
Luckily he didn't say a word. Just looked deeply into my eyes as he wanked himself off and then with a soft grunt came all over my clit and stomach.
I immediately rolled him over, pushing him back onto the bed this time and set to greedily licking every drop of cum from his still hard cock. Then I straddled him and kissed him deeply, thanking him for making me feel like a princess, like a good little sissy girl. His softening cock resting between my butt cheeks.
If he'd still been hard I'd have stuffed him back inside and ridden him like a sissy cowgirl, milking him for every drop. Again luckily that wasn't an option!
I rolled off him and lay there weirdly completely satisfied but still as horny as hell. He should have stopped me, I should have stopped me but ... I couldn't help myself.
"Daddy I need to come again."
I started to tug desperately at my clit. He held my hand tightly as my body rocked and I moaned and I came everywhere.
He took me in his arms and then bent and gently licked me clean.
We kissed and for the second time I tasted myself on his tongue. It was delicious mixed with the flavour of his mouth.
We lay together for a long time. His fingers gently stroking my skin. Not saying anything just lying there.
I was annoyed with myself for letting myself cum. I desperately wanted him to fuck me again but, with not having slept the night before, and having cum so intensely myself I was spent.
There is more and I will no doubt re-edit the above and add to it over the next few days but for now; Thank you Daddy. Amber loves you xxx
Friday, June 29, 2018
Friday, February 16, 2018
Daddy’s girl
I love that initial period when you start chatting to a potential lover for the first time.
I think I have a Daddy!!!
My mind is so focused on what a sissy needs to be in order to please her Daddy I’m in a constant state of arousal.
Thank you Daddy for giving me such pleasure already.
I think I have a Daddy!!!
My mind is so focused on what a sissy needs to be in order to please her Daddy I’m in a constant state of arousal.
Thank you Daddy for giving me such pleasure already.
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
a statement of intent pt 3
A long long time ago I wrote two fantasies on here (linked to below). Recent events have encouraged me to continue the fantasy.
pt1
pt2
pt3:
I hurried after him as quickly as I could in my heels. The cool air raising goosebumps all over my naked flesh.
I was conscious of the plug he'd inserted moving inside of me as I walked. Although it probably wasn't that big it felt large and I was intensely aware of how it constricted my pussy from fully closing. With that and the effort to keep up in my heels I was careful not to drop any of my clothes. I couldn't imagine how I would ever manage to bend down to pick them up if I did.
I tried to remember just how in only fifteen or twenty minutes I'd gone from nervous and fully clothed to terrified and naked, in heels, plugged and following a man I hardly knew around his house carrying a bag of make-up and a pile of lingerie and and a dress. It was all a blur.
He lead me into a large bedroom. Clean, tidy, big bed covered in crisp white bed linen. Another door, ajar, leading to an en-suite bathroom.
"Put your clothes on the bed Amber."
I placed them as neatly as I was able on the sheets. Next to a leather collar and leash already positioned there.
"Good girl. You are a girl aren't you Amber?"
"Yes Sir." My eyes still nervously drawn to the collar.
"I thought so but do girls have erections Amber?"
I wasn't sure how to answer so kept quiet, collar already the furthest thing from my mind. I think he could tell I was confused. "That's okay Amber. Some girls do have special clits. Like you. Not to worry it doesn't mean they're any less feminine. Just that they have to learn to think about their body differently. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. I think so."
He reached out and gently held my hard cock in his hands.
"Do you Amber? What is this then?"
"My clit Sir."
"Good girl."
He took one of my hands and replaced it for the hand he had been holding my clit with. He sat down on the bed. Wathing me intently as I stood there, in heels, naked with my hard clit in my hand.
"Masturbate for me Amber."
I hesitated for a moment. He started to ask again but before he could I began to slowly tug at my clit.
"No, not like that."
I stopped mid stroke.
"Like the girl you are Amber. Just use your fingertips and rub your clit like a real girl."
I closed my eyes and imagined myself with a real clitoris and how I would massage and press on it. That the tip and head of my clit were the real thing. As I thought about myself as a girl I felt my fingers start to slip over the base of my glans, slick with precum.
"That's it Amber. Open your eyes though and look at me while your doing it."
I obeyed and stared into his eyes as I masturbated. His eyes flicking between mine and my fingers. Rocking slightly on my heels I sensed the plug inside of me more and more with each passing second. Soft moans working their way up from my chest and into my mouth.
"Good girl. Now tell me you're a sissy girl."
"I'm a sissy girl." Each word punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as I became ever more aroused.
"Sir!" Not angry but firm.
"I'm a sissy girl Sir."
"Good girl Amber. Keep saying it. Over and over. I don't want you to stop until you truly mean it."
"I'm a sissy girl Sir. I'm a sissy girl Sir. I'm a sissy ..." Over and over. Each time more breathless than the last as I moved closer and closer to climaxing. Staring into his eyes. Repeating the mantra he'd imposed on me. Edging ever nearer orgasm.
Until finally, rudely interrupting myself mid sentence with what could only be described as the girliest squeak I'd ever heard myself make, my whole body spasmed and I came; my hand just quick enough to cup over the end of my clit and contain the flow.
My breath short, quickly cooling cum threatening to dribble through my fingers and the plug almost like some kind of weird alien presence inside of me I suddenly found myself feeling very aware of my surroundings, full of shame and disgust and wanting to escape as quickly as humanly possible.
He stood up slowly, almost deliberately aiming to appear non-threatening. A kind, not at all judgemental smile on his face.
He lightly brushed a finger over my cheek causing me to flinch slightly. "Shhh. It's okay. Good girl." His voice soothing me as he softly whispered praise and told me how good a girl I was.
I was aware of how vulnerable I was, naked there with him so close, but it didn't feel dangerous. I could tell he was being respectful of me and taking things slowly, at my pace. Carefully assessing the situation at all times. I felt safe.
He nodded towards the bathroom. "Why don't you clean up Amber, get dressed and all made up for me? I'd love to see how pretty you look."
I nodded. Unable to speak for the time being. Not able to trust my own voice.
"Good girl. I'll give you some time to yourself and go and get us something to drink. Then when I get back maybe, if you'd like of course, we could see how well that collar fits?"
He patted me gently on my naked bottom. The plug vibrating slightly at his touch and reminding me of its presence. He seemed to remember it being there too.
"You've got my permission to remove it whilst you get dressed Amber. It might be more comfortable for you. You have to promise though to put it back in when you're finished getting ready."
"Yes Sir. I promise."
"Good girl. There's some lube in the bathroom." With that he left.
I stepped out of the heels and rushed to the sink to wash my hands. I stood there staring at myself in the mirror. This was when I'd normally be leaving. Feeling guilty and empty after cumming. I removed the plug, feeling release as my pussy finally relaxed. I rinsed it clean and put it on the side of the sink to put it back when I was finished dressing. Realising as I did so I'd already decided I was staying.
I thought about the collar lying on the bed next door and how it would feel when he placed it around my neck. I thought about our first kiss, the first time he took me in his arms, the first time was asked to give him pleasure. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine and I remembered I was still naked. Reinvigorated, I looked at the girl in the mirror staring back at me and tried to work out how I was going to make myself the prettiest I'd ever been for my Master.
pt1
pt2
pt3:
I hurried after him as quickly as I could in my heels. The cool air raising goosebumps all over my naked flesh.
I was conscious of the plug he'd inserted moving inside of me as I walked. Although it probably wasn't that big it felt large and I was intensely aware of how it constricted my pussy from fully closing. With that and the effort to keep up in my heels I was careful not to drop any of my clothes. I couldn't imagine how I would ever manage to bend down to pick them up if I did.
I tried to remember just how in only fifteen or twenty minutes I'd gone from nervous and fully clothed to terrified and naked, in heels, plugged and following a man I hardly knew around his house carrying a bag of make-up and a pile of lingerie and and a dress. It was all a blur.
He lead me into a large bedroom. Clean, tidy, big bed covered in crisp white bed linen. Another door, ajar, leading to an en-suite bathroom.
"Put your clothes on the bed Amber."
I placed them as neatly as I was able on the sheets. Next to a leather collar and leash already positioned there.
"Good girl. You are a girl aren't you Amber?"
"Yes Sir." My eyes still nervously drawn to the collar.
"I thought so but do girls have erections Amber?"
I wasn't sure how to answer so kept quiet, collar already the furthest thing from my mind. I think he could tell I was confused. "That's okay Amber. Some girls do have special clits. Like you. Not to worry it doesn't mean they're any less feminine. Just that they have to learn to think about their body differently. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. I think so."
He reached out and gently held my hard cock in his hands.
"Do you Amber? What is this then?"
"My clit Sir."
"Good girl."
He took one of my hands and replaced it for the hand he had been holding my clit with. He sat down on the bed. Wathing me intently as I stood there, in heels, naked with my hard clit in my hand.
"Masturbate for me Amber."
I hesitated for a moment. He started to ask again but before he could I began to slowly tug at my clit.
"No, not like that."
I stopped mid stroke.
"Like the girl you are Amber. Just use your fingertips and rub your clit like a real girl."
I closed my eyes and imagined myself with a real clitoris and how I would massage and press on it. That the tip and head of my clit were the real thing. As I thought about myself as a girl I felt my fingers start to slip over the base of my glans, slick with precum.
"That's it Amber. Open your eyes though and look at me while your doing it."
I obeyed and stared into his eyes as I masturbated. His eyes flicking between mine and my fingers. Rocking slightly on my heels I sensed the plug inside of me more and more with each passing second. Soft moans working their way up from my chest and into my mouth.
"Good girl. Now tell me you're a sissy girl."
"I'm a sissy girl." Each word punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as I became ever more aroused.
"Sir!" Not angry but firm.
"I'm a sissy girl Sir."
"Good girl Amber. Keep saying it. Over and over. I don't want you to stop until you truly mean it."
"I'm a sissy girl Sir. I'm a sissy girl Sir. I'm a sissy ..." Over and over. Each time more breathless than the last as I moved closer and closer to climaxing. Staring into his eyes. Repeating the mantra he'd imposed on me. Edging ever nearer orgasm.
Until finally, rudely interrupting myself mid sentence with what could only be described as the girliest squeak I'd ever heard myself make, my whole body spasmed and I came; my hand just quick enough to cup over the end of my clit and contain the flow.
My breath short, quickly cooling cum threatening to dribble through my fingers and the plug almost like some kind of weird alien presence inside of me I suddenly found myself feeling very aware of my surroundings, full of shame and disgust and wanting to escape as quickly as humanly possible.
He stood up slowly, almost deliberately aiming to appear non-threatening. A kind, not at all judgemental smile on his face.
He lightly brushed a finger over my cheek causing me to flinch slightly. "Shhh. It's okay. Good girl." His voice soothing me as he softly whispered praise and told me how good a girl I was.
I was aware of how vulnerable I was, naked there with him so close, but it didn't feel dangerous. I could tell he was being respectful of me and taking things slowly, at my pace. Carefully assessing the situation at all times. I felt safe.
He nodded towards the bathroom. "Why don't you clean up Amber, get dressed and all made up for me? I'd love to see how pretty you look."
I nodded. Unable to speak for the time being. Not able to trust my own voice.
"Good girl. I'll give you some time to yourself and go and get us something to drink. Then when I get back maybe, if you'd like of course, we could see how well that collar fits?"
He patted me gently on my naked bottom. The plug vibrating slightly at his touch and reminding me of its presence. He seemed to remember it being there too.
"You've got my permission to remove it whilst you get dressed Amber. It might be more comfortable for you. You have to promise though to put it back in when you're finished getting ready."
"Yes Sir. I promise."
"Good girl. There's some lube in the bathroom." With that he left.
I stepped out of the heels and rushed to the sink to wash my hands. I stood there staring at myself in the mirror. This was when I'd normally be leaving. Feeling guilty and empty after cumming. I removed the plug, feeling release as my pussy finally relaxed. I rinsed it clean and put it on the side of the sink to put it back when I was finished dressing. Realising as I did so I'd already decided I was staying.
I thought about the collar lying on the bed next door and how it would feel when he placed it around my neck. I thought about our first kiss, the first time he took me in his arms, the first time was asked to give him pleasure. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine and I remembered I was still naked. Reinvigorated, I looked at the girl in the mirror staring back at me and tried to work out how I was going to make myself the prettiest I'd ever been for my Master.
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