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The changing
Date: 1/23/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: andygone, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
I couldn't move. The sun shone through the blinds and it was beautiful. My vision was like captured slow motion and I could do no wrong. I couldn't lift my limbs. I wasn't physically restrained, but there was some mental block stopping me from moving. It didn't matter. Even though I was concentrating on moving I only had enough effort to move them fractionally - if that. I was on my back, my head propped on a pillow, looking down at my body. I was clad in something light, something soft that hugged my skin. My legs were apart; spread and in stockings? It didn't matter, as my eyes rolled upwards staring at both the world before me - my pleasant room - and the inside of my eyelids, which are like looking at the ocean, but a bloom of dappled colours, bobbing gently in the sun. I shut my eyes and pushed my jaw out, absorbing myself in the colours and the shapes my new mind offered me. When I opened my eyes again, my legs were near my head, as a strong shadow held them by the ankles, huffing and sweating, his weight pressing in and off me in a rhythmic fashion. I was being fucked. I felt it then, the pleasure of the shadow inside me, stretching and filling me with his cock, using me like the dirty little sissy that I am. I remembered then, I was doing this for her, but really for me; as she had turned me, from a once proud and strong male, intent on using women for my own pleasure, firing my seed into pussy after pussy, into being a pussy - turned into her sissy. Being made to ...