AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN (2013—14) dir. Alfonso Gómez-Rejón
Well, I think I've cured p's sexual urges...: ) Don't worry, I didn't leave him like this. He has some very tasteful pink tramlines across his arse from my caning and some similarly decorous pink weals on his back from my exquisite whipping. I didn't get carried away like I used to.
God, when I think of what I used to do to him, I feel a little ashamed. I was so angry with my ex-husband, I just took it out on p and I really hurt him. That time when I went to see him at L's place in Brighton, he really did end up looking like the picture and he didn't deserve it. he took it all without complaint, but that's not the point.
It's a bit frustrating, because sometimes I still feel like beating a man like that, but I can't do it to p. I just like him too much. Seriously, I can't keep making him pay for how other men have treated me, even if I know he'll take it for me.
The main reason p is so special to me is because he knows I can be selfish, vain and cruel, but he accepts that and adores me anyway. Nobody else I know would put up with the way I treat him: seriously.
And despite being a skinny little nerd who is nearly ten years older than me, he has (SSH!) probably given me more sexual pleasure than any other guy I have ever known. This evening, I had him rim me and he made me come! Just by rimming! I dream about seducing Jason Momoa, but would even he be able to do that?
Hands up, guys, I have been drinking and I'm a little p*ssed; hence the rambling and the over-sharing : ). But I mean it! I should make p insure his tongue. I don't know which of his previous Mistresses taught him to use it like tat, but she's a total genius.
I spoke to LJ today about p's collaring and she had the cheek to accuse me of making it all about me. It's his collaring, she said. I told her that I'm his Mistress and he's my SLAVE, so in our relationship, it's always about me. Typical you, she said. Cow : ).
I know what I'm like and that I can't behave like this in all my relationships, but I CAN with p. That's why he's so brilliant. I can be a "proper little Madam" with him and it's okay. I can hit him, I can abuse him, I can spit on him and p*ss on him and he will just Adore me all the more. He's an absolute STAR.
Next Friday, I'll put my collar on him and then he'll be mine forever...And he'll love it! I'm having him stay round mine the night before, so I can keep an eye on him. It's the opposite of that thing where the bride and groom aren't supposed to see one another before the wedding ceremony. Crap, I want him here with me.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention this. I told him about my post about my ugly feet and he confessed to getting all hot and bothered by them years ago, when we were just mates. It was at one of the Pig's birthday parties, funnily enough. It was on a boat (not that that has any relevance - focus, darling).
I'd taken my shoes off and we were both dancing to the Stones (no, I'm not that old, I just happen to like them). p said he was so aroused by the sight of me dancing barefoot that when he got home, he masturbated over it.
If I had known that at the time, I would have slapped his face and probably never spoken to him again, but today, I actually found it cute. Long before I was his Mistress, he was tossing himself off like crazy because he saw me dancing without shoes! He even remembered the colour of my toenail varnish, so it must have made a big impression on him.
He's a dirty little pervert, but so am I, I guess. And just now I'm getting to be a very sleepy pervert...
Night night, guys. Don't tell anyone we has this conversation...
N 💋
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.
A couple of evenings ago, my wife and I got to playing in the bedroom, knowing that the guy she has been fucking on the side specifically told her that he did not want her to cum for a couple days leading up to their next encounter. He wanted her to be frustrated and beyond aroused when they met up. As neither of us had cum in days, we were both getting pretty sexually frustrated. I had been making passes at her all day, grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, rubbing her nipples, etc. at every possible opportunity. To her credit, she continuously shut me down saying that she wasn’t allowed to fuck me, let alone cum.
As the night drew in, she decided to take pity on me and said even though she couldn’t cum, and I couldn’t be inside her, she would still make me cum since I was getting so restless. As we lay in bed she started slowly stroking my already hard cock. I could immediately tell that the simple act of stroking me was already making her wet. Her breathing began to be more labored, and her stroking speed increased quickly.
Knowing what this was doing to her, I felt bad and told her that since she couldn’t cum herself she could try giving me a ruined orgasm, so that I maybe get just enough release to be able to focus on work the next day but am left still sexually frustrated. It was a concept completely new to her, but immediately she loved the idea when I told her that it was basically just her taking me right to the edge and then abruptly stopping all stimulation just at the right moment. She neither agreed or disagreed on what she was going to do and instead lowered her perfect, kissable lips to the head of my cock and took it into her warm, moist mouth. The sensation was amazing, as always, and I immediately began moaning my appreciation. As she took more and more of me into her hungry mouth, my need to cum increased dramatically. She sensed this, and started increasing her intensity and started stroking my hard shaft with her hand in rhythm with her lips. I was about to go over the edge, so I quickly grabbed her head and hand and stopped her, saying I was too close. She gave me a very short reprieve and continued her ministrations with even more fervor.
I stopped her one more time and attempted to a third time, but when I went to pull her off of me she resisted and only took more of my throbbing cock down her throat and stroked me harder and faster. This was it. The point of no return. Realizing she had decided she wanted me to have a full orgasm, I resigned myself to enjoy the feeling of a full release. To feel my cock tense up and my cum erupt out of me and into her sexy little mouth, as I’ve done so many times before.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, breathily heavily and moaning. To my horror, right as I started to say this, she pulled her warm, moist mouth off of my cock and released her hand immediately. The sudden absence of all stimulation on my member hit me harder than I had ever imagined it would. I was so sure that she was going to give me a full orgasm. There was not one idle thought in my mind that suggested she was going to try to give me a ruin. I watched helplessly as my cum emptied out of my engorged cock head, with only a very minor accompanying feeling of pleasure. It was the most sexually frustrating moment I think I have ever experienced, and I have to say that I hate that I loved it. When the “orgasm” subsided, she idly played with my pooled cum with her fingers, rubbing it around in circles at the base of my dick.
Part of me wanted to scream, to grab her by the hair and shove her back down on my still erect cock and force her to finish what she started. The other part of me was enthralled by the sexual frustration that she had delivered and didn’t want the feeling to go away.
In the end, I relished in the feeling of being denied release by her and accepted it. The next day was the day she was meeting her side guy, so we locked the cock cage on me before heading to work and she took the key with her to be sure I would be in it all day.
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