1. Heather's Sissy


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

    it had been when we were dating. Now, she held all the cards and she lorded her authority over me relentlessly. Still, my tiny little member was pushing with all its might against the clear plastic cage in which it was held captive. The sight of her in all her sexy finery made me delirious with lust but my wiener was prevented from even getting hard. I shifted uncomfortably, unable to provide any relief for my aching, deprived pen-s. Turning me around, she lifted up the back of my short nightey to look at my fat bubble-butt, caused by the thick diapers I was wearing. Despite their thickness, we both knew they'd be soaked by morning. 'Tonight, you're going to bed with a very sore bottom, aren't you Sissy?' she stated emphatically. 'Yes, Mommy,' I mumbled. 'Maybe that'll teach you a lesson, next time you start sassing me,' she continued. 'Yes, Mommy,' I replied submissively. I still hated it when she humiliated me in front of others, even though Julie had been babysitting me for the past year and a half. 'I'm going to continue dating real men, whether you like it or not, Bobby,' she said in her hard tone of voice, challenging me to oppose her. I knew she was daring me to argue with her, so she could show Julie just how cowed I had become but I didn't dare talk back to her. My cheeks buzzed with shameful humiliation and I hated how weak I was acting. 'Yes, Mommy,' I answered, acknowledging her complete superiority. She stared at me with her hard, unrelenting gaze until I was ...
    f***ed to look away from our unequal battle of wills. 'Come along, Sissy,' Julie said as she took my hand, 'Its beddie-bye time for you.' I sniffled in defeat and as I turned to go, the doorbell rang, signaling Mommy's date had arrived. I trudged after Julie, afraid to face my wife's date who, in all likelihood, would be ravishing her in the bedroom, later tonight. At the same time, I'd be lying in my crib, wearing another wet diaper, and unable to satiate my own ever present horniness because of the cursed CB3000 I was wearing. God, how I hated that thing! Heather had made me wear it, ever since she caught me mast.r-bat.ng two years ago. Of course, I was mast.r-bat.ng because she had cut me off from sex but that made little difference to her. It was her considered opinion that sissies didn't deserve orgasms and she was going to make sure I wasn't able to achieve one on my own. The CB3000 made quite sure that I couldn't. Constructed from an ingenious and diabolical design, the CB3000 couldn't be removed once locked and its restrictive shape prevented the male from being able to become erect. Heather kept the key locked away and sometimes I was f***ed to go months without any kind of relief. And being bossed around by two fabulously sexy females didn't help my situation either. Heather led me back to the nursery, holding my hand again like I was a c***d. Behind me, I could hear the door opening and my mommy greeting her boyfriend both enthusiastically and amorously. At the same ...
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