1. Saturday Morning Sissy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 86, Source: xHamster

    into place. This was it. One click and my life would be changed forever. Click. My cock was throbbing so much that I could see the chastity rise and fall. I immediately loved the feeling of being so hard yet unable to touch myself. I hoped that it would be this way from now on, even if that meant that I would never come again. I went to the bathroom and covered myself in shaving cream. I had been shaved last night, but there were a few places that Master had missed. I quickly made sure that I was smooth all over then took a quick shower to clean myself up. The butt plug came out just long enough for an enema before it went back in. The butt plug was huge, much bigger than anything I'd ever used before. It took a while to get it seated back into place. It finally popped in as I was thinking that it probably wasn't the biggest plug I'd ever have to wear. The sharpie was still sitting on the counter. I carefully re-wrote the message on my forehead, although very little of it had faded from my shower. I added my real name to go along with my phone number and email. Then I took a red sharpie and gave myself some lipstick. I checked the front door. It was unlocked. As was the back door. I was ready. I laid myself down on the couch and began to tie myself up. The duct tape was amazingly secure. I wrapped it as tightly as I could around my legs, being sure to wrap extra around my ankles. It was unnecessary. There was no way that I was ever going to break free. It suddenly dawned on ...
    me that one roll wouldn't be enough. I hopped awkwardly to the garage and collected two more rolls. The first one became a makeshift corset. It was difficult, but the next roll covered my arms all the way to my wrists. I would have done the hands, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get the handcuffs locked on if I did. There was still more tape. &#034In for a penny, in for a pound,&#034 I thought and started to wrap it around my head. This was going to pull my hair out in the morning. I kind of liked the idea of being a bald sissy slut. When I was finished, there was only a little skin showing around my eyes, mouth, cock and hands. I was sweating already, but horny beyond belief. I took out my phone and took my first sissy selfie. It was off to my Master in no time along with the message, &#034Please come make me your whore.&#034 I pushed play on the voicemail file and turned the volume up to full. It was loud, but not so loud that I couldn't hear the click of the handcuffs being ratcheted down on my wrists. Then I waited. My phone pinged after a few minutes. It was either a voicemail, an email or a text message. Either way it was probably somebody looking for a kinky sissy slut. I wished I could answer him, but I couldn't get to the phone with my hands handcuffed and locked around the arm of my couch. I don't know how long I waited. My phone never stopped pinging and ringing. Each time my cock jumped in frustration. The voice recording continued to play. Over and ...
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