I Am .. A Gay Sissy Slut

What’s a pathetic  life… stil virgin for tight pussy forever!

More from the other weekend. My wife made me stand by the corner like a hooker while she snap chatted people lol.

Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

When I deny you orgasm for months…

When I tease you to the edge and then plunge your cock into ice water, over and over again…

When I promise relief, but lock you up instead…

I’m not punishing you.

I’m training you to serve me better.

Forced Fantasy (1.)- Rural Hell:

Imagine living in this fantasy realm, where different species and creatures live. Where monsters terrorize people’s day to day life. Where safety is barely found outside of city walls. And even within nobody is truly safe. Imagine you are one of the people living in this fantast realm: not a rich person. Not a monster. Or fantastical magical being. Nope. Just a commoner. Just somebody living in a rural village with your friends and family. Dressed in whatever clothes you could make for yourself. With whatever pieces of cloth or leather you could acquire from the local tanner. Just somebody who works hard to survive their day to day life. It’s simple. It’s yours. But it’s not something you appreciate. Because for the longest of time you’ve desperately been trying to get away from this rural life. You want to be safe. Move away from your family. Move away from this rural shithole. Move away from local traditions. Live in the city. Escape this sexual usage. This horrible unfair life. You want to escape it all. And you’ve been trying to gather enough money over the past years. Enough money to ditch your old life and start over.

But it has not been easy. Trust me. You’ve had to wake up at 4 in the morning for plenty of days to suck off the fat cock of the old Baker. A man far older than you, who had corrupted and coaxed you into sucking his dick and swallowing his smelly cum almost every morning. “Just a little bit” he said. “You want to escape don’t you? You need to safe money don’t you? So just suck my cock and swallow my cum little one and I’ll give you some loafs of bread for free. You don’t want me to spread this information to your parents do you..” So you suck him off. Like his young innocent little whore. Swirling your tongue around his shaft. And you pleasure him. But not only him. One day he invited the Tanner and his young boys to come over and watch. Coaxing you into believing this was a one time thing you bobbed your head up and down his rod. But soon those young lads where pushing their cocks into your face and hands. Soon the Tanner had his fat cock slammed deep into your pussy. As you whimpered and begged for mercy. He didn’t give you any. And he covered your hole in cum. As did his lads. Their false and sweet promised of this being a one time thing ended up being all lies in the end. And soon you had been manipulated into being the village local little slut amongst some circles.

Your family knew. Your father didn’t care. As a matter of fact he took advantage of this plenty of times. Like that one time 5 dwarves arrived in your village. 5 broad, short and sweaty individuals. Dressed in armor, covered in dust and filth from the travels across many mountain and field. Face covered in hair, even the dwarven ladies had beards because why would they not? These dwarves came from far away to sell their goods in the bigger trading hubs and cities, but used local villages like yours to sell some of their cheaper wares for food and stay. Your father noticed they had an old copper necklace amongst their wares. Which he badly wanted to purchase, but he did not have the money for it. So instead he sold them your body for a day. And as he quickly took this necklace to the Bakers daughter (he hoped he could fuck her tight pussy raw if he gave her such rare jewelry, and he managed to do so in the end.) you were forced on your knees for this sweaty and burly company. Your face pushed into one of the sweaty and hairy pussies of the dwarven ladies. Your tits groped and bruised roughly. And your ass and pussy stuffed with fat dwarven cock. You whimpered and begged for mercy as your ass got literally stretched open violently by their hard rods. But it was to no avail. “Shhh little lassy. It’s just a little bit deeper. It’s just me who likes tight asses like yours. Nobody else. I won’t come inside. Just a little bit more Love.” One of the individual sweetly whispered in your ear, before brutally pounding your broken asshole and dumping wave after wave of hot cum inside of you. Soon your face was being pushed against the sweaty ass of an dwarven individual. Forced to rim him as you whimpered and cried. Your ass stuffed and fisted. Your pussy filled up with semen. And eventually your poor little body pissed over by the burly party. Your face covered in these strangers hair. And your ass and cunt leaking with cum. This rural live was hell. But soon it would be over. Especially when one of these individual dropped some extra coins inside your cunt. Pushing them in as their personal amusement and your extra reward. It was humiliating. Degrading. But worth it. NowZ now you finally had enough to leave. Now your poor and sore body had suffered enough. You swiftly gathered your money and belongings. Dressing yourself in some old and sweaty garbs. Secretly stinking of piss, pussy, sweat, ass and cum. But it would not matter. Because now….

Suddenly you hear loud shouts and noises outside your bedroom window. Is that the village bells ringing? You faintly smell smoke from the cracks in the wood. Is something on fire.. is.. so-

[Disclaimer. Usually I don’t really write nsfw stories in a fantasy setting. It’s not fully my thing tbh. I’ve written lot’s of erotica in the past years. And I’ve written fantasy for D&D and other projects. But never did I mix the two. But I realized I have followers, friends and other people I know that do particularly enjoy the combination of fantasy world and cnc. Fantasy world and corruption kink and so forth. Kink and d&d. So I decided to give it a go and create this little series of “short stories” in a fantasy scenario for you all to fantasize about. If this isn’t your thing that’a fair and valid! Just trying something out!]

Her Pet Cuckold (NSFW 18+ Erotica)

Jess looked down at her boyfriend kneeling in front of her. His soft, dark hair was quite messy and he looked up at her with an adorable smile on his face, as he usually did when he had just finished eating her pussy. He loved eating her out, since he was pussy free from now on it was the closest he ever actually got to sex. 

She smoothed out her skirt and leaned down to tussle his hair. “That was wonderful cuckold, you have such a talented tongue” she said, making his smile even brighter than it was. He loved her praise, he craved it. “Leave that mess on your face, it’s cute. Almost like I gave you a facial” Jess giggled. She walked over to the nightside table and pulled something out, hiding it behind her back. “I have a treat for you, something new to wear tonight when you drive me to my bulls… would you like to see?” 

“Yes please” he replied, nodding frantically. As she walked back he noticed what sounded like a metal chain rubbing together. Jess took her time before she showed it to him, she wanted this first time to be special. She got close to him so he could smell her perfume, walked slowly around him in a circle, letting her soft thighs rub against his cheek and touching his chest with her fingertips. She leaned down and whispered “you’re going to be a good boy for me tonight… right pet?” 

“Of course Miss, always.” He looked a little confused, she had never called him that before. But he knew better than to question her by now. Jess smiled and showed him her new purchase, holding it at his level so he could see. It was a pink and blue dog collar, and a short chain leash. She was dangling the leash in front of him and he could see her hands wrapped around a bright pink leather handle on the other end. “This is yours cucky”

“I’m sorry Miss, I don’t understand” he looked at her curiously, confused.

“It’s for you! I’m going to put this pretty, pink collar on your neck, nice and tight. I’m going to snap this leash to it. And I’m going to walk you like a dog into my bull’s house. You’ll sit on your knees by the bed while he fucks me, and I’ll hold your leash while you watch” she giggled at the horrified look on his face. “What’s wrong cuck? You’re my bitch, I own you and I think it’s only fair that I put a collar on my property. So you can wipe that look off your face now and accept it, or I can call my bull and get him to come over to put it on you. Do you want that?” 

He whimpered and shook his head, Jess knew exactly how to manipulate him. It was too easy. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s get you dressed!” Jess unbuckled the collar and quickly wrapped it around his neck, quite skillfully. She walked behind him and fastened it, cinching it tight and securing the strap. It felt unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. He couldn’t forget it was there with how tight she had put it on. Finally she walked in front of him again and snapped the leash on the ring. 

Still holding on to the other end of the leash, she took a step back and admired him. “You look so pretty puppy! I love that color on you, so feminine and delicate. Now, bend over and kiss my feet and thank me like a good boy” she said, pointing at her toes. He leaned down but stopped just above her feet, as she jerked hard on the leash causing him to yelp in pain. She laughed hard, still tugging on the leash keeping him just inches above her toes. “Nice to know that works! Okay, go ahead now, you can kiss them” giving him a little slack to bend the rest of the way. He caught his breath again and said in a pathetically quiet voice “thank you for my new collar Miss.”

“You’re welcome cucky” she said smiling brightly down at him. “Now crawl beside me like a good dog while I walk you to the car. I’ll call my Bull on the way and ask him to put a little bowl on the floor with some water in it for you, aren’t I nice?” She gave a gentle tug on the leash and started walking towards the door.

“Yes Miss!” He replied, moving to his hands and knees and crawling beside her. He couldn’t believe it, but he was actually getting excited for tonight. She was right, he really was just her pet cuckold.