1. Chapter 7 Chrissie Recovers


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Chapter 7 Chrissie Recovers I couldn't really move off the sofa for the next few days as the recovery from the breast implant surgery required me to sl**p in a sitting position so mommy laid a sheet on the sofa and propped pillows behind me and for the next four days I just wore a satin dressing gown and kept my movement to a minimum. My new breasts ached and I was too scared to even look at them. Mother was used to me taking care of her every whim so, when the tables were turned, she tried to be the best 'Nurse Nancy' she could but her wonderfully wicked nature wouldn't allow her to resist occasionally lifting my slip, pushing aside my panties and fondling my shrunken penis and testicles. It was wonderfully erotic of her to touch me, even though I couldn't get hard anymore. We had sort of been lovers since I was 13 and caught her cuckolding my father with my uncle. When I say we were 'sort of' lovers what I mean is that we didn't have full on sex until after my father passed away when I was 18 and what developed between us was an extremely erotic and asymmetrical relationship. She allowed me to explore the depths of my submissiveness and I brought out her dominant nature. What it led to was my initial feminisation. We were the same size, both slight people, barely 5'5&#034 in our stocking feet. She dressed me in her clothes and I learned how to enjoy the feeling of being a girl and within the confines of our house I never wore male clothes. I left her when I was 25, ...
    escaped to Africa and got married shortly thereafter and tried to pretend I was a real man. That experiment turned out to be very brief. My new wife saw right through me. She made it clear right from the start of our relationship that I was never going to be man enough for her and her happiness required her sexual freedom, which she took right from the start. On our return to London she became friends with Helen, her doctor, who ended my psychological conflict by briefly chemically castrating me and beginning regular doses of oestrogen that eventually turned me into the sissy I am today, replete with new breasts and a prick and testicles that have shrunk to a fraction of their former size. Now my wife is pregnant with her lover's baby and is planning on leaving me. The divorce papers will arrive Monday. Helen has now taken over where my wife left off and is leading me on a different journey in life; one that is solely devoted to her happiness. That happiness entails her complete domination of me and my utter devotion to her. I am not a woman and never will be. I have accepted that. I am a sissy that will be used to satisfy the kinky sexual desires of other men who will pay for the privilege of degrading me. I will not materially benefit from that in the slightest; whatever I will make will go as my tribute to my new benevolent owner: Helen. But I will ultimately fulfil a need in me in a way that very few people would understand. My happiness is wrapped up in my utter submission to ...
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