#3 is my favorite. Her cute ass is a magnet for cock. Flip up her tiny skirt, pull those lace panties to the side, and breed that sissy! Hit her G spot while you deep dick her and listen to her moan. I hope she has a maxi pad in her purse. The sissy will have to wait for the "load" in the dryer to finish before she can go home and change. It looks like she has to put Quarters in the machines. I bet the men in the Laundromat will provide her with plenty of Quarters.
All 3 posts are interesting. I wonder if the gal in #2 was a virgin until Daddy decided to fuck her senseless. She now knows that she has crossed the line. The sissy can no longer fool herself into thinking that she is Bi. She is addicted to cock ( and cum ). Thank you for taking the time to find and post these captions.
The Sissy in #2 very likely had once been telling herself that she was "Straight" but just liked to wear "Too Much Eye makeup and Loud Jewelry." Then she sucked a cock and admitted, "Well, I might just be bisexual?" Then Daddy, showed her what a true "Deep-Dick butt-fucking" was all about. Now, she snuggles up to Daddy frequently and let's him know she's just given herself a nice "Douche and Lube" and asks if he wouldn't enjoy some Sissy-Pussy?
My only comment on the "Slut" in #3 is that she is just inviting men to try her on for size. The change machine at the laundromat is now empty for certain.
Do you think that the use of a chastity device and possibly breast augmentation might expedite the process? Putting the soon to be princess on the pill might also help get her mind "right". Sending her to the local Cut 'N Curl every Saturday for a wash and set, mani - pedi , facial and a body wax would help the sissy realize that her days as a young man are over. Just wait until sissy starts dating!
in the life of any Sissy, there are always those defining moments when their thorough feminization becomes so obviously evident, and surrender becomes the only options. Brassiere fittings come to mind. The very first time a boyfriend's cock expands in her mouth and jettisons a gob of salty sperm into her throat is assuredly another. Then again, there are those subtle hints. Looking into the wrap around mirror, of a well-lighted, salon styling vanity, and seeing herself with a head full of curlers, crimson coated lips, and wide, mascara accented eyes would be another. And as our girl squirms in the high-backed beauty salon chair, she'll once again feel the restrictive tightness of her snug panty girdle, supplemented by the testicle crushing, chastity cage. She now knows her days of ogling females are now gone forever. From then on, whenever and wherever she views "Another" female, she'll wonder who did her hair, where she purchased her heels and how much her purse cost?
Well Said. The bra fitting would do it for me. Being told that I now need a larger cup size would be devastating. Having a matron with a tape measure around her neck suggest some firm "shapewear" ( really a girdle) to help contain my ever expanding curves would be so humiliating. An all in one would extend almost to my knees. The girls at the Salon will probably suggest a hair style that will compliment my curvy figure.
Yes of course. Gentle soft waves, with an Auburn tint. Also, as a rule, the Matron would have a young salesgirl assisting her who would be smirking, with amused contempt, at your obvious discomfort. No doubt, your Master, Mistress or possibly both would be viewing your brassiere and shape-wear fitting with great interest.
I am sure that the young salesgirl will nod her head up and down in disgust when the shop owner encourages me to embrace my curves and enjoy my new intimates. She will laugh with her friends after work about the gay guy with boobs that has a standing appointment every six months for a fitting. She giggles as she explains how her boss asked me if my Mother or Grandmother were busty. At first I denied knowing my Mother's cup size (DD), then finally admitted to trying on her bras when I was a young boy. I was terribly humiliating to be referred to as "honey" and "sweety" by the Matron. As I was trying on a lacy bra by Wacoal, the Matron asked me if my Mother ever taught me how to correctly put on a bra. I wanted to cry! She then had her assistant show me the stoop, scoop and swoop method while she adjusted my bra straps. I now had cleavage! The Matron told me that my Master will be very pleased, and that I should thank him in a "special" way for paying for my new undies . All of my new intimates were wrapped in tissue and I walked out of the store with 2 bags that sported the store logo. I had to wait several minutes for Master to pick me up. His fly was open, and his cock was out. It was time to thank Daddy.
The ladies inside the store, including the contemptuously amused, young sales girl, watched as you placed your intimates in the back seat of Daddy's car, and daintily sat down in the front seat of your boyfriend's Mercedes. Then they burst into laughter as your head began to bob up and down on Daddy's hard cock.
That sounds about right. I can almost hear the young salesgirl say "Ewwww,gross" as the staff looks out the window. My new pink underwire bra is clearly visible thru my sheer white poly blouse. The Matron will smile as she calculates her commission on the sale. She knows that Daddy will insist on a fashion show when we get home. That will probably lead to me being bent over my undie dresser and fucked senseless while still wearing one of my new open bottom girdles.
#3 is my favorite. Her cute ass is a magnet for cock. Flip up her tiny skirt, pull those lace panties to the side, and breed that sissy! Hit her G spot while you deep dick her and listen to her moan. I hope she has a maxi pad in her purse. The sissy will have to wait for the "load" in the dryer to finish before she can go home and change. It looks like she has to put Quarters in the machines. I bet the men in the Laundromat will provide her with plenty of Quarters.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I like #3 I enjoy the second one with the sissy looking surprised and experiencing a new unfamiliar sensation as she is anally entered.
DeleteAll 3 posts are interesting. I wonder if the gal in #2 was a virgin until Daddy decided to fuck her senseless. She now knows that she has crossed the line. The sissy can no longer fool herself into thinking that she is Bi. She is addicted to cock ( and cum ). Thank you for taking the time to find and post these captions.
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The Sissy in #2 very likely had once been telling herself that she was "Straight" but just liked to wear "Too Much Eye makeup and Loud Jewelry." Then she sucked a cock and admitted, "Well, I might just be bisexual?" Then Daddy, showed her what a true "Deep-Dick butt-fucking" was all about.
ReplyDeleteNow, she snuggles up to Daddy frequently and let's him know she's just given herself a nice "Douche and Lube" and asks if he wouldn't enjoy some Sissy-Pussy?
My only comment on the "Slut" in #3 is that she is just inviting men to try her on for size. The change machine at the laundromat is now empty for certain.
ReplyDeleteOh yes,very inviting. I don't need to even see her face. Just looking at that view makes me want to deposit my load of laundry into her.
DeleteIf the Mistress in #1 would dress and coif me like that Sissy, she could whip me senseless.
ReplyDeleteDo you think that the use of a chastity device and possibly breast augmentation might expedite the process? Putting the soon to be princess on the pill might also help get her mind "right". Sending her to the local Cut 'N Curl every Saturday for a wash and set, mani - pedi , facial and a body wax would help the sissy realize that her days as a young man are over. Just wait until sissy starts dating!
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in the life of any Sissy, there are always those defining moments when their thorough feminization becomes so obviously evident, and surrender becomes the only options. Brassiere fittings come to mind. The very first time a boyfriend's cock expands in her mouth and jettisons a gob of salty sperm into her throat is assuredly another.
DeleteThen again, there are those subtle hints. Looking into the wrap around mirror, of a well-lighted, salon styling vanity, and seeing herself with a head full of curlers, crimson coated lips, and wide, mascara accented eyes would be another. And as our girl squirms in the high-backed beauty salon chair, she'll once again feel the restrictive tightness of her snug panty girdle, supplemented by the testicle crushing, chastity cage. She now knows her days of ogling females are now gone forever. From then on, whenever and wherever she views "Another" female, she'll wonder who did her hair, where she purchased her heels and how much her purse cost?
Well Said. The bra fitting would do it for me. Being told that I now need a larger cup size would be devastating. Having a matron with a tape measure around her neck suggest some firm "shapewear" ( really a girdle) to help contain my ever expanding curves would be so humiliating. An all in one would extend almost to my knees. The girls at the Salon will probably suggest a hair style that will compliment my curvy figure.
DeleteYes of course. Gentle soft waves, with an Auburn tint. Also, as a rule, the Matron would have a young salesgirl assisting her who would be smirking, with amused contempt, at your obvious discomfort.
DeleteNo doubt, your Master, Mistress or possibly both would be viewing your brassiere and shape-wear fitting with great interest.
I am sure that the young salesgirl will nod her head up and down in disgust when the shop owner encourages me to embrace my curves and enjoy my new intimates. She will laugh with her friends after work about the gay guy with boobs that has a standing appointment every six months for a fitting. She giggles as she explains how her boss asked me if my Mother or Grandmother were busty. At first I denied knowing my Mother's cup size (DD), then finally admitted to trying on her bras when I was a young boy. I was terribly humiliating to be referred to as "honey" and "sweety" by the Matron. As I was trying on a lacy bra by Wacoal, the Matron asked me if my Mother ever taught me how to correctly put on a bra. I wanted to cry! She then had her assistant show me the stoop, scoop and swoop method while she adjusted my bra straps. I now had cleavage! The Matron told me that my Master will be very pleased, and that I should thank him in a "special" way for paying for my new undies . All of my new intimates were wrapped in tissue and I walked out of the store with 2 bags that sported the store logo. I had to wait several minutes for Master to pick me up. His fly was open, and his cock was out. It was time to thank Daddy.
DeleteThe ladies inside the store, including the contemptuously amused, young sales girl, watched as you placed your intimates in the back seat of Daddy's car, and daintily sat down in the front seat of your boyfriend's Mercedes. Then they burst into laughter as your head began to bob up and down on Daddy's hard cock.
DeleteThat sounds about right. I can almost hear the young salesgirl say "Ewwww,gross" as the staff looks out the window. My new pink underwire bra is clearly visible thru my sheer white poly blouse. The Matron will smile as she calculates her commission on the sale. She knows that Daddy will insist on a fashion show when we get home. That will probably lead to me being bent over my undie dresser and fucked senseless while still wearing one of my new open bottom girdles.
DeleteThe fashion show being performed while perched upon elevated, platform heels.
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