1. New Life


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    my total existence. I am powerless to alter or change anything. I can only feel and enjoy what is done to me. My cock is harder than I have ever felt it. I can feel the catheter running through it and deep within me. I feel like if I could just touch my cock I would explode and cum like I had never cum before. I can feel the plug buried deep within me also. If only I could make its move within me. If I could even contract my muscles around it and feel it seem to grow. If I could just pull it deeper within me. If I could do any of that the feelings would combine with what is being done to my breasts and I could experience what happened to me in the car this afternoon again and again and again...I want so much to feel that again. If that is what it is like to orgasm as a woman I want to be a woman. I want my cock gone and replaced by vagina. I want a vagina that can hold a hot throbbing cock and squeeze itself around it tightly as it drives in an out of me. I want to take it deeper and deeper into me and hold if there. I want to feel my lover caress my breasts and suck my nipples as he brings me to orgasm after orgasm. I was right, my breasts are growing within their chambers. The plastic isn't just barely touching them now. At the end of each breath my whole breasts are held tightly against the inside surface of the chambers and it seems like my nipples are being sucked on even harder. They must be being drawn into those little chambers on the top. The feeling is delicious. ...
    My breasts are so much more sensitive. Breathing is normally so boring. You're not even aware of it, just breathe in and now and you don't even think about it unless you get out of breath or something. Now each breath is an adventure with what is being done to my breasts each time. More than that though, you don't appreciate something until you don't have it and the ability to breathe is something we take so much for granted. The ability to move is something we never think about and now that I can't I think about it constantly. To just move anything, even just open my eyes (I wonder if Mistress turned the lights out). What if I get an itch somewhere? It will drive me nuts not being able to scratch it. Of course I couldn't scratch anyway with my arms and legs strapped down this way and it was on my face what could I do? My head is out here and all the rest of my body is in there. But if I wasn't paralyzed I wouldn't be in an Iron Lung. If I hadn't agreed to Mistress's conditions I could scratch anytime I wanted. But I really do want all of this, don't I? I have always wanted to know what it is like to be paralyzed, to be in an Iron Lung, to wear braces and tight corsets and to be a woman. Most of all I realize I have wanted to be controlled. I never dreamed of being controlled this completely. Maybe I did dream of it but never thought it would happen. This is beyond what anyone could imagine and I wouldn't change one thing. I will co-operate in every way and someday Mistress ...