7/5/2023 0 Comments Nifty storiesWhat’s your gender, slave?”ĭon’s mouth was still agape, and his eyes were becoming wider by the second. But we’ll get there, and within a few months you’ll be my feminine slavegirl, and with a little luck maybe even my girlfriend. Sure, your hair isn’t long, your voice is too deep for my liking, and your breasts haven’t developed yet. No, to me you seem like a perfectly sweet and innocent, if a bit naïve and silly, teenage girl. As of this moment, in fact, you are not to consider yourself a man. “You see, Don, you are not going to be a male anymore. Bright, florescent pink, with a single letter on each digit spelling out “panty slave.” I could hide the tattoo with clothing I could remove the makeup but if I ever I went out in public – that hadn’t happened yet, but would soon – everyone would be able to see my fingernails. Heavy mascara and bright red lipstick only made me look more hideous, I felt, but even that wasn’t as bad as the professionally done finger and toe nails. She said it would make the tattoos she had planned easier so far, there was just one – the word “sissy whore” in lower case letters on my left ass cheek. “I think the look suits her.” Except for my head, I was completely, permanently hairless. “Is your slut any good?” he asked, taking a moment to flick his finger against the cage surrounding my cock, causing me to flinch. He was probably inexperienced, too, so might cum quickly if I had to suck him off. I hadn’t yet learned to deep throat, even after six months of humiliation at the hands of my stepdaughter and her suitors. I doubted I’d be able to take it all in my mouth. He was naked, cum glistening on his still-turgid cock. The only real difference was this one was blond Stephanie’s dates tended to be Black or Hispanic of late. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen young and muscular, just like all the others. Her latest boyfriend looked on in amusement. Amazingly, less than a half teaspoon seems to have gotten into my mouth. By the time he is done the dog food is absolutely soaked. He fires 4 more equally impressive blasts that do the same. Some of it splashes off the food and sprinkles my tongue and lips but not much. I look on in shock as a huge blast of white cum fires out of the end of his dick and hits the dog food just inches from my face. “Oh, daddy’s going to give you plenty of protein,” Dean Miller says as he jacks harder on his dick. Yet here I am like a baby bird waiting for its supper. Just a few seconds ago I told myself I would never let him cum into my mouth. I resist for a second then open my mouth. He gave me a choice and I clearly choose the food bowl and not my mouth for his deposit. “Now open your mouth real wide and stick out your tongue.” The tears are streaking down my cheeks as I obey. “Put your chin right against the side of the bowl with your lips just above the top.” “Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me,” he commands. I reach up to finger the small padlock that is threaded through a latch in the collar. The collar is secure but he keeps fiddling with the mechanism until I hear an unmistakable click. It’s thick, dark leather and cold against my skin. My heart is pounding against my breast plate. I can be dressed in a few seconds and still make it to school on time. It’s obvious, but I need the pause because my body is trying to tell me to run. My body freezes when I see the leash hanging under the desk as I contemplate what is going on. Attached to the ring is a leash about four-feet-long and punctuated by a thin leather collar. Since the last time I was here, He had installed a stainless steel D-ring on the back panel under the desk, the curve of the ring was heavy-duty thick and glistened even in the darkness. He barely looks toward my direction, before He rolls back his desk chair, opening up my entrance Home. He is sitting at his desk, fully clothed again in a suit. Once in His office, I strip and approach Him humbly.
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