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About anal orgasms for pussyboys /sissies in chastity (please reblog):

The prostate has 1/3 of the nerves responsible for orgasm. When the cock is locked and there is no release for orgasm via the cock these become sensitised and constantly bashing it with your cock will create an orgasm. The orgasm however is internal from deep inside the cunt of the sissy. There is no feeling of pleasure in the dick despite it leaking cum. The cum is clear fluid from the prostate as the cock and balls aren’t involved. Similar to a woman gushing. The orgasm isn’t as strong and doesn’t provide as much satisfaction as a cock orgasm. It is more muted (remember only a third of the nerves are involved), lasts longer and is felt deep inside the arse, takes much longer to achieve orgasm hence why most fucks will not end in the sissy cumming (and often needs a few fucks to make her orgasm, part of the reason why sissies want to be fucked constantly and only date men with high sex drives and are often very willing to be shared or gang fucked by their partner and men he chooses). As the intensity and release are less, even after a sissy orgasms anally she is still left at least a bit horny and is still up for more fucking and her cockhungriness continues. This leads to a perpetual state of sexual arousal and constant need to be fucked. Only a relentless all day pounding with multiple orgasms and /or very hard and prolonged fucking can fully satisfy her. The longer she is locked, the stronger this becomes. Constant state of horniness. The nerves in the prostate become even more sensitised and orgasms happen easier and more frequently with less fucking. The constant state of arousal builds. If you can imagine that unlike a man who gets horny, has a strong orgasm and then is satisfied if his horn until the next time, a sissy is ALWAYS horny, has prolonged but less intense internal orgasms, and her horn fluctuates from extremely horny to moderately horny but never subsides. It only goes to low horny state with a relentless hard pounding and multiple orgasms but even then still horny but just a low level. It doesn’t go away like for a man or woman.

The above assumes the sissy is kept in strict chastity and is intact with balls and normal testosterone. If she takes hormones, testosterone blockers or is castrated then the sex drive drops dramatically and then she loses interest in sex unless her man gives her foreplay. If castrated and no hormones then less of sex drive than women as she literally has no sex hormones driving it whereas women have their female sex hormones (with one tenth the amount of equivalent testosterone).

If you want to imagine how horny a sissy feels then try going without sex and masturbation for a month. Think about how you feel at the end of that month but imagine that IT NEVER STOPS. You are ALWAYS that horny and only ever get partial relief from being fucked hard up the arse for a long time. Just think about that for a minute and then you will understand why sissies and pussyboys are such slutty cock hungry outrageous whores.

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Text by Neige

All pictures from the instagram of Kristina Levina (@le_xinta)

how do you convince a vanilla boy to try being locked? how do you get them hooked?

Well, I’ll tell you what you don’t do. You don’t go up to a random boy, clutching a cage in one hand, a wild gleam in your eye, and say, “I want you in this, now!”

No, the answer is to use seduction, the same seduction that any girl would use to get any guy to do what she wants. So, let’s just imagine that this vanilla guy is someone in a class of mine at school. Here’s how it goes down.

One day, as everyone is milling into class, I notice our cute boy a few paces ahead of me. Like a morning zephyr I breeze past him, letting my hip or arm brush against his side. I turn and smile as I pass and say, “ Oh! Pardon me.” I reach back and touch the spot on his arm where I made contact, as if to say, “I hope I didn’t injure you there” but actually saying with body language, “feel the electric energy of my feminine touch.”

That’s pretty much all there is to it!

Okay, fine! There’s a little more. But you have to promise not to tell the girls that I gave these secrets away.

I find my seat. I’ve picked one with an empty seat on either side. Of course he comes and sits next to me. HIs attention is on me and I flashed a warm smile his way when I sat down.

“May I?” he asks politely.

“Oh! Be my guest,” I reply. 

This seemingly benign series of events is actually very important. It’s vital to paint the picture in his own head that he is pursuing me, and not the other way around.

“Did you do the reading?” I ask without waiting for an answer. “Wasn’t that ridiculous? I mean, sure Munch was a Symbolist but that doesn’t mean he could have anticipated the cultural signs and references that a semiotic analysis performed today would yield. Don’t you agree?”

Our boy hasn’t done the reading and is at a loss. But before he can cobble together a flimsy response I cut him off again,

“Van Halen!?” I exclaim gleefully as I pretend to notice his shirt for the first time. “No frik’n way!” I lean over to get a better look. “You rock! You absolutely rock. I’m so impressed. You and I are probably the only two people in this room who could pick David Lee Roth out of a lineup, I mean besides the professor.”

Class starts and I’ve accomplished my goals. I’ve established in his head that I’m intellectually superior and therefore not to be challenged. But rather than feeling threatened by it, my warmth has made him comfortable with me. Confident. He feels like he’s an insider in my world. Furthermore, he knows his role in my world. His role is to impress me. This scene plays out day after day, week after week, always bolstered with a soft touch, until he is utterly infatuated with me. The hook is in place but not set.

One day things shift. It could be that he finally works up the courage to ask me on a date. Or maybe we have to do a class assignment together. Or perhaps I just invite him over to my place for dinner. Let’s go with that last one.

He’s looking nicer than usual in that sweater and those slacks. As he waits for my roommates and me to finish cooking he slowly saunters around the living room, perusing our pictures and enjoying the décor.

“What is this thing?” he asks at length.

“What is what?” I respond from the kitchen.

“This. It looks like a metal dick.” He’s referring to the steel cock cage I keep prominently on the TV stand.

“Oh, that! Ha! Woops! You weren’t supposed to see that. It’s just a hobby of mine. It’s nothing.”

He picks it up and turns it over in his hands, puzzled.

“What kind of hobby?”

“Oh. You really don’t know what it is, do you?” I respond.

“Should I?” he asks, still confused, suddenly uncomfortable that he is not fulfilling his expected role of impressing me.

I walk over to him and wrap one arm around his waist.

“That, my love, is a male chastity cage.”

With my other hand I pluck the cage from his open palms and place it back on the TV stand.

We make eye contact.

“You mean you…?”

“Mmm hmmm.” I smile.

“And it’s a hobby?”

“I told you it’s nothing. It’s just something I’m into. You wouldn’t understand. Forget about it. Sheesh. Dinner is ready.”

But he can’t forget about it. Throughout the evening as we eat, play card games, watch movies, laugh and joke, his eyes keep wandering over to the little metal cage. He can’t bring himself to believe the thing is what he thinks it is. And, what’s even more difficult, how does this cute, fun-loving girl have this barbaric sexual thing in her living room? And just how “into it” is she? The more he thinks about it, the more he starts to wonder if he could undergo wearing it. He wonders if that would impress me. What it might feel like. The hook is now set.

Every time he comes over from now on, the cage is there in full sight. Every time he sees me, he thinks about it. Pretty soon we start talking more openly about it, about what I like to do to boys. About how much it excites me. I can now reel him in freely. He moves quickly from disbelief to curiosity to denial to resentment to a deeper interest and finally to a craving know what it would feel like.

One Saturday morning not too many days later he finds himself blinking as he stares down at the metal rings encasing his swelling penis. He wonders how in the hell he got himself into this thing and why he enjoys it so damn much.