1. Chapter 8 Chrissie Learns to Serve


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

    until he decides I am no longer of use as a sissy prostitute which, according to the Kate, might be as long as 20 years. All the funds I make will be placed in my new benevolent owner's account. Helen, who revealed my wife's plan to leave me, has now taken control of my life and I have fully committed to being under her control. I have a discrete tattoo on the back of my neck, which is normally covered by my shoulder length hair, which states that I am Helen's property. I am as equally proud of that as I am of having Derek's initials tattooed on my ass cheek. A lot of people would think my relationship with my mother is sick, but she was the one who I first had sex with and is really the love of my life. I was and still am deeply devoted to her and she recognised from the moment when I was 13 years old and begged to go down on her freshly used pussy and lap up her lover's seed, that I was never going to be the sort of alpha-male who could satisfy a woman. Each time I pushed her boundaries she became more empowered as a woman and I became more submissive. After my father died when I was 18 the process of feminising me began in earnest and I only dressed as a male when I was outside the house. At my insistence my mother began to enjoy the sight of me drinking her morning pee, licking her ass clean after she emptied her bowels and bending over and accepting the lashes she gave daily with the riding crop I bought her. When I left she married a handsome, rich and much younger man ...
    and moved to Australia. At 55 she is still a stunning woman and, although there is a 25 year age gap between us, we are now mistaken for s****rs, never mother and c***d. We are slight, thin and petite. Her blonde hair has darkened so she highlights it now whereas my hair is honey blonde with platinum streaks. My mother has a wicked sexual imagination and my new life fascinates her. Her only regret is that she didn't fully feminise me in my youth. If she had started me on hormones in my teenage years I might have naturally developed my breasts, although our sex life would have been curtailed. She understood that my sexual satisfaction was wrapped up in a desire to be totally submissive and she understood that each step of degradation she could inflict on me only made me more committed to her. I would hide myself in my bedroom in the afternoons after I got back from school whilst she had her well endowed lovers over and, when they left, I would join her in bed and wait with anticipation for her to rest her hands on the top of my head and push me down between her legs where I would lick her pussy clean before getting her off with my tongue. I knew the individual taste of her lovers who were both of my uncles. They were the sort of alpha-males my father and I weren't. When my mother did finally allow me to enter her I always did so when her pussy was slick with a combination of their thick semen and her love juices and I always felt inadequate as I never experienced the tightness ...
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