1. An On-line Sissy Lives Her Dream


    Date: 12/1/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Shemales, Author: scatpetsmaster, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    slut? OK, now, you little twat! Fill this glass!” Her little cock spurted what seemed to be an enormous amount of semen into the wine glass Sir was holding. It was this way almost every time, at least in terms of the amount of cum. Sissikins lived an existence of nearly constant stimulation and denial, where multiple times a day she was close to the edge of orgasm but never allowed to cum except for this little morning ritual of Sir’s, and sometimes he would forego it, leaving her miserably horny and with no hope of release until the next morning – if then. “You know the rule, cunt.” Sir said, handing her the wine glass, “every drop.” Sissikins raised the glass and sipped her cum from it hungrily. She had not eaten anything since the night before – that was on purpose also. Her first taste of anything each morning was usually her own cum, or if Sir didn’t play the game with her, she might be allowed to suck his magnificent 8” cock until he came in her mouth. Once in a while Sir would provide her with a condom filled with some stranger’s cum instead, dangling it in front of her like a person would a treat for a dog while she knelt and begged, then watch as she sucked it clean. It didn’t matter. Her breakfast was cum, every day, and often it would be all she would eat until much later. Sir liked to see her hungry, licking and sucking the semen like a starving girl – which she nearly was. As she licked the inside of the glass clean, Sir once again grabbed her soft little sack. ...
    “Enjoy it, little girl,” Sir said. “I might want to have these taken off someday. You won’t really need them eventually, and they’ll just keep getting smaller and more useless as your hormone therapy continues. Maybe I’ll have them preserved in a little glass jar on the mantle. They’d be a great conversation piece. And you could show anyone who asked all that’s left – your tiny little clit. We might not even need the cage anymore, but there would have to be some kind of little decoration on it. Maybe a little silver tube to hold it out and let everyone know you still have a cock, just nothing else.” Sissikins tried hard not to gasp too loudly. She was both mortified and strangely excited. Her little cock twitched in Sir’s hand as she thought about the very real possibility of being castrated. Sir laughed at her reaction and pinched her cock hard. “You like that idea, don’t you, sissy? You’ve thought about it before, haven’t you? Did you secretly hope I’d do that to you? What a fucking little pervert you are! But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Sissikins blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor. Sir always knew what she was thinking. It was like he could read her sissy-bimbo mind and tap into her deepest thoughts and fantasies. He would often fuck her for hours, stopping before he came in her, coming back to her again and again after a short break during which he enjoyed whipping or spanking her ass and telling her what a pathetic little cum dump she was, calling her a cock ...
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