1. Heather's Sissy


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    only if he was willing to abide by all my decisions. In effect, I would be the head of the house as well as our marriage. He would be subject to my will (since he had none of his own) and he would do my bidding, regardless of the circumstances. I wanted him to be absolutely clear on what I meant and expected. Of course, he readily agreed to these conditions but I don't think even he knew quite what was in store for him. Up to that point, I had forbidden him any kind of sexual contact between us, beyond a peck on the cheek, which had the effect of making him very eager to consummate our wedding. However, on our wedding night, I told him I had other ideas in mind about our first night of sex and he nearly fainted when I introduced him to my eight inch strap-on dildo. If we were going to have sex, it was going to be on my terms I informed him. So despite his frantic protests, I humped his virgin a-s for an hour that night as he cried into his pillow. However, as the days went by, I still couldn't bring myself to letting him enter me in the conventional manneróhe just didn't appeal to me in that way. He, on the other hand, could think of nothing else, and he was getting horny as hell, continually begging me to give him some kind of relief. One day, I came home from work early, only to discover him mast.r-bat.ng to some pictures of busty women on our computer. While I am quite well naturally endowed in that area, I didn't believe for one second, his story about trying to say ...
    that he was fantasizing about me while doing his dirty deed. My reaction was swift and immediate. Bob is both physically smaller and psychologically inferior to me, so I had little difficulty in forcing him to do whatever I wanted. I yanked him over my lap and proceeded to blister his butt with my hairbrush, scolding him like I were his own mother. It was then, while he lay over my lap sobbing like a baby, that I had my epiphany. What Bob needed was not so much a wifeówhat he needed was a mother, and one that was not afraid to be both strict and harsh when necessary. His immature behavior required constant discipline and I decided then and there to be his new mommy. I realized that the first thing I needed was a decent paddle. As he was drying his eyes, I told him to get dressed because we had some shopping to do. I took him down to my favorite fetish store and with the help of a very pretty salesgirl, we picked out a stout wooden paddle that would serve my needs (and Bob's bottom) quite nicely. As I looked him straight in the eye and slapped the hard oak paddle against my palm, I informed him that I wouldn't hesitate to use it if I ever caught him mast.r-bat.ng or misbehaving again. You should have seen the look on his face! And you can bet that as he was blushing furiously, the salesgirl was laughing her a-s off! Later, when I got home, I did some work on the computer myself, searching the net for a foolproof chastity device to prevent Bob from playing with himself again. I ...
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