My mistress demanded that I put myself in chastity on this business trip and then post it online. I love to obey her.

I love so much going to see my nyc mistress, when she makes me go get a manicure and paint my nails red, the dresses me up like this and assaults my ass while I’m strapped down helpless and blindfold.and she knows I’m fantasizing about being forced to suck a real cock while she flicks my ass on her table. I’m such a cocksucker dreamer.

All the Single Ladies….

The manner in which 19th century johns found out about ‘A Lady’s House’ was a cheaply printed guidebook which helped a ‘Man of Pleasure’ navigate streets packed with sex workers.

In the 1850s, patrons who needed help finding the city’s illicit brothels accessed books like Fast Man’s Directory and Lover’s Guide to the Ladies of Fashion and Houses of Pleasure in New York and Other Cities” (1853)
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Such vest-pocket sized books listed a brothel’s address, proprietress’ name and often a review. The write-ups — most likely paid for by the proprietress — would sometimes rate how classy the establishment was and how many women were employed. The guides also listed “assignation houses” that rented out furnished rooms for a men wanting to spend a short period of time with a prostitute he met in a theater, saloon or on the street.

After researching four 19th-century gentleman’s guidebooks from the New York Public Library and the New-York Historical Society’s collections, DNAinfo New York mapped the development of Manhattan’s first sex district in the 1850s and its steady move north in the following two decades.

Apology

Hello Mistress Alexa.
I feel I must apologize for my behavior the other night when I called you for a session from a hotel. You see, I had been really looking forward to a session with you since I hadn’t been able to get through to you for some time. I know you’re right in telling me I must learn to follow directions. I just became so exited to schedule a two hour session with you that I completely forgot to activate my card and when you told me we couldn’t do a session I just couldn’t help falling apart crying like the little sissy faggot I become when I hear your voice.

I was already in the hotel room with silky black stockings and four inch heel clear plastic slippers. I had just purchased them with an 8 inch Realistic Cock dildo, it is even more realistic than ever. I went into such a desperation when you wouldn’t talk to me that when we spoke I felt like you coddled me knowing I would not make it through a night without you sinking me deeper. I can’t believe the sissy you’ve turned me into and yet I feel so turn on by falling to your power.

I can’t remember much other than you instructing me to insert the dildo in my pussy, you telling me how I was your whore and having me repeat it aloud to you and finally you having me worship you. I was under your control totally and so sexually aroused. Even now as I write my sissy little clitty drips precum without even becoming partially erect. I felt like you owned me when you told me I was your slutty little whore and I was so happy to be owned by you.

As soon as you left me I fell asleep to be awaken only by the hotel employee. I was wearing a large pattern fishnet bodysuit with the dildo still in my pretty sissy pussy. I hadn’t cum so I packed my things and went to an adult video store that had private booths so I could expose myself to hot horny men. I was so embarrassed yet felt so good. I want to ask you not to post this out of shame but it just feels sooo good when you’re in control and make those decisions for me. After all, you own me. Please email me letting me know when we can have a session.

Anxiously waiting to act out my desire, Your sissy little whore M.

Female Copulatory Vocalizations Not a Reflexive Effect of Orgasm

Evidence to Suggest that Copulatory Vocalizations in Women Are Not a Reflexive Consequence of Orgasm

by Gayle Brewer • Colin A. Hendrie
Received: 16 August 2009 / Revised: 9 April 2010 / Accepted: 21 April 2010 / Published online: 18 May 2010
Springer Science+Business Media, LLC 2010

Abstract: Studies investigating copulatory vocalizations and their relationship to orgasm in women revealed that orgasm was most frequently reported by women following

  • self-manipulation of the clitoris
  • manipulation by the partner
  • oral sex delivered to the woman by a man
  • least frequently during vaginal penetration.

While female orgasms were most commonly experienced during foreplay, copulatory vocalizations were reported to be made most often before and simultaneously with male ejaculation.

These results demonstrate a dissociation of the timing of women experiencing orgasm and making copulatory vocalizations and indicate that there is at least an element of these responses that are under conscious control, providing women with an opportunity to manipulate male behavior to their advantage.

cage with crying, naked sissy

it was noisy as mistress led me into the club–in a short skirt, thigh highs and red strap-back whoreheels. she was dressed in a black tailored pantsuit. the noise simmered down as she entered towing me along by my leash and pink collar which said S-I-S-S-Y. she guided me (by yanking on the leash) to a couple other doms that she apparently knew and said hello to them as i dropped to my knees and kissed the ass of each of them as she introduced me to them. she smiled at my uninstructed obedient behavior. there was a large wrought iron cage in the center of the room with a crying, naked sissy inside it. the cage was on a rope and pulley rig which could be raised about 12 feet.

the bitch that was currently residing in it was glistening for whatever reason as he was granted release and scurried across the room as though nobody could see him, enduring catcalls, being slapped-ass and face–and groped rather fiercely. i asked mistress alexa why the cage had an assortment of panties in it and she told me that when the caged bitch got felt up successfully or did something degrading as instructed, the dom who ‘scored’ threw her panties into the cage as a tribute to his sissyness.

i leaned into her and commented on a particular pair of lavender lacies(she demanded that i be in panties every day) because i had none of those and she told me that if a sissy bitch had no courage and ran off without collecting their bounty, it was up for grabs. she unleashed me and pushed me forward. i stumbled a little and then minced my naughty heels into the cage hoping these panties were in decent shape. i bent(at the knees) and picked them up-ecstatic at the treasure. clean, perfect condition, and close enough to my size. i could not believe my luck, as i heard the cage door slam shut.

as i heard the cage door slam shut. AS I HEARD THE CAGE DOOR SLAM SHUT. it took that long for my wonderment at my own luck to disappear faster than a nice set of rims at a p diddy concert. not just trapped, but exposed–as my pantiless sissy ass was slowly hoisted into the air!! and -not out of shame, since i was in a skirt, nylons and heels-i quickly stepped into the lavender panties, unaware that quick thinking was forbidden here in ‘she speaks’.

as mistress alexa barked at me, i reluctantly shed my newfound love, one leg at a time, until the only crotchcover i had was firmly in my fist. the cage was elevated to about 10 feet and every lady in the place could see up my skirt at my nasties–shaved and on display. i noticed i was one of only 3 or 4 “men” in the place as i felt the cage being lowered to the floor. finally- i could reconnect with my mistress and exit this cage. i saw a tall redheaded, leatherclad dom hang a sign of ‘rules’ on the wall as i hit the floor. unable to read them i was grateful that ms alexa came to me and told me to back myself into the rear corner of the cage and do everything this redhead instructed me to do. i backed to my corner, still looking at my mistress, as i felt the cage at my back and hands raise my skirt.

my man nuts were seized in a tight fist, tied with a tight strip of leather, and then fastened to the bottom bar of my new home–effectively assuring that i was exposed and bent over. the volume level went skyward but i had no idea why? mistress filled me in: the redhead was the owner of the lavender panties and she ‘won’ me because i chose them. the cheering was because a roulette wheel was being brought out to be spun and determine who got me first. what? thats right–it was ‘sissy gets used’ night. there would be 3 spins and each ‘winner’ would be using me however she felt. before any of this happened, two gorgeous doms were delivered to the top of the cage and one strolled over to the corner above me, took her panties off and tossed them down at my bent over sissified self. she then pissed down on me-long and hard. then mistress number two pissed me–to the absolute delight of the doms watching.

you will have on pink panties. reach into them and get your

i had just finished shaving and kissing my wife goodbye as she rushed out the door. i decided on some lacy blue panties, slid them up over my cock-taking my time since it felt incredible–when the phone rang. i trotted towards it, fully aware of the feeling this was causing in my groin.

“hello?”, i said.
“hello, pussy. this is mistress alexa.”

—i began to swell even more–

“youre very fortunate today as i am flying into san diego at 1 pm. YOU are going to fiinally put out for me!”

as i attempted to ignore my hard-on and quiet my heartrate at the same time, i wondered what she had in store for me. she explained:

“at about 1:45, you need to be at the ladys room at the western end of terminal 2-directly across from the cinnabon shop. watch the restroom door and when you are certain that there are no women in there, you will enter and go into the second stall from the left. lock the door and take down your shorts. you will have on pink panties. reach into them and get your cock hard, then tug them down to your knees and leave them. slap your hard meat 3 times. sometime about two oclock, i will enter the restroom. i will knock ONE time on your stall door. you will unlock the door, turn back around, spread your feet, bend over and steady yourself with your hands on the toilet. i am going to come in, lock the door, and enter your ass with my strapon. DO NOT cry out. brace yourself-it is large and i intend for you to remember this.”–

my cock leaked into the blue panties.

“any questions?am i clear?”–

“crystal clear mistress”, i replied.

“good bitch. now shake your ass and get moving.”–

she hung up and i hustled to clean up and get some pink panties on under my gym shorts, before driving to the airport where i was gonna take an ass-pounding in the ladies’ room, from an eager mistress. the drive was uneventful and i got to my assigned area, carefully watching the comings and goings of the restroom.

at about 1:50, i saw my opening and walked toward the door and went past it, quickly made a u-turn, and entered the ladies’ room and took up residence in the stall as ordered. i paused to calm down a bit, took down my shorts and slid my hand down into my panties, stroking myself slowly and paying more and more attention to my clit. i heard voices enter the room-two women who knew each other-one at the sink or mirror and one in the stall next to me-tinkling and chatting.

moments later, they left and i resumed my duties, jacking my swollen cock to maximum hardness. i tugged my panties down to my knees and stood up–looked down at my skyward dick, and slapped it 3 times-perhaps scolding it for behaving in this manner (rock hard)–at a time like this, my manly ass-devoid of my panties now- awaiting its impending ravaging by my mistress’ rubber cock. there was a single knock at my ladies’ room stall door.

i hadnt even heard mistress alexa enter, which meant she had heard my cock slapping. i turned and unlatched the stall door, turned back around, spread my feet, bent way over and placed my hands firmly on the toilet seat that i cleaned earlier-with my tiny pink dainties around my knees. seconds later the door opened, i felt mistress enter and heard the locking of our ‘stall of bitchification’. i heard a light rustling of clothing and i knew this was it–i was gonna get my pussy filled by my dominant, sexy mistress-whom id never met-still. and i wanted it. all of it.

there was a hand on the small of my back, urging me to better position to facilitate my fucking. i dipped my lower back-like a good slut-and felt her step forward. more rustling and then one hand holding my ass open as the knob of her cock spread jelly on my exposed hole. again. again. and now i had a pretty good idea of the size of her ‘pal’–large. very. she eased into me and backed off, eased in further and …stayed–pushing forward some more seconds later. a lady entered and took up residence in the stall on the far right, letting loose a very strong flow of urine. knowing that this had undoubtedly distracted me, mistress introduced another inch and a half of cock to my stretched bottom–causing me to lose my breath. she paused until piss-lady began washing her hands, and then pulled out of my eager ass and re-entered, slowly beginning a rhythm.

in about 3 minutes she had fully entered me and there would never be any question about my virginity–or my willingness to cede it in an airport ladies’ room toilet stall. completely filled with cock and now being pretty well slammed, i could hear the thighs of my mistress smacking into my ass–coupled with my grunts (with the room now empty i was losing the composure battle) . the door opened and the pumping dick in my ass halted, my breathing came inward, stayed there for a minute and quietly left my body as i remained bent over the toilet–ass filled as another woman peed in our unannounced hideout. she flushed and two more women came in to use the bathrrom and mistress pushed in ever so slightly and withdrew quite a lot–then easing all of her rubber pal into my quaking ass until i felt her thighs meld with my cheeks–whereupon she began gyrating her hips and stretching me wider yet.

i felt her hand reach around me and grasp my cock, drippy now with the delight of a well-fucked skank. she slowly pumped my stiff meat and paused to heft my balls in her palm–speaking quietly the only words she would say during the whole encounter. as the women washed up and began to leave, mistress leaned all the way forward(and into my ass) and whispered-“for months ive wondered how your prodigious cock would feel in my fist like this. and how it will feel in my hand as i milk the fucking thing dry.”–i could feel what seemed like a 4 or 5 inch surge-with definite leakage, which she rubbed across my lips.

she began her fucking anew, pulling out half way and quickly refilling me. then mistress alexa FUCKED me. i mean savagely plowed into my ass–rapid, deep thrusts–say 35-40 pumps per minute–non-stop ripping into my widened asshole. i was grunting outloud now and gasping -as was my mistress, with her efforts. if anyone came in now i just prayed she might still be able to hear them. she gave 3, 4, 5 brutal thrusts into me and gasped–i think she may have orgasmed, before slowing and leveling out with more kinder thrusts while now jacking my cock lightly and slowly, the exact way i do it myself. pumping my ass and prick at the same time was impossible to take and i began to crest; ass clenching tightly around her cock, balls rising and my hardon swelling and challenging the circumference of her fist.

i could hear her ‘ummm’ as she felt exactly what she had done to me–transmitted thru the veins and twitching muscles in my cock. her ass pounder was steady and true and about to make a genuine sissy whore out of me. who else would be this hard and ejaculate with a huge cock in her panty-dropped ass. she knew it. and i was virtually certain of it. she rocked into me 3 more times as she teasingly pumped my traitor of a dick. and it then revealed me for what i am now–mistress alexa’s sissy bitch, as she closed her hand over the end of my dick while dancing her pinky and ring fingers along the underside, urging my clit to give her even more evidence of my slutiness. it did not let her down. as she popped her cock all the way into me once more, my balls let loose, spurting shot after shot of hot spunk into her waiting, trapping hand-causing her to adjust her grip to gather it all.

she pulled her cock out of me and resumed her collecting of my still spraying cockjuice, garnering quite a tribute to herself. she moaned, reached around me and showed me how much of a whore i had been, before dipping two fingers into the large puddle of pudding, stepping back, and stuffing the gooey jizz into my splayed open asshole. again she rammed a load into me. and once more. then she packed it in nice and deep with her cock-making sure that i would always know how it felt to have hot manspunk in my ass the same time as a big dick. i mean, a sissy SHOULD know these things, right? never know when your mistress may wish to sell you…….

she pulled out of my empty nest–no-there was no ‘pop’–as her cock left me. not after that reaming. and i kinda hoped the spunk would stay inside me–or it may go thru my shorts and reveal me for the cumdumster i was–to an airport full of strangers. also because it felt good up there. mistress held her hand-silently-in front of my face. i dipped my head and began to slurp it out of her offered hand-dipping my tongue into the pool, scooping my own bitch jizm onto it and cradling it into my mouth, before swallowing it down. i did feel so fucking nasty, and did it again. there was plenty there and she then smeared some all over my face-before wiping the remainder all over my ass and yanking my panties up into the sticky mess. she reached back and swatted my panty-ass 5 times before squeezing my balls and making her silent exit.

i caught my breath, pulled up my shorts-heard the door close, steadied myself and waddled to the mirror. what to do? try to see her for the first time? or clean myself up? i couldnt very well run out with cum all over my face and my hair matted with it–feeling it slowly course thru my tiny panties! she had planned her escape well–i cleaned up-quickly-and left. i found a secluded spot and took out my cellphone. i knew i could leave a message at her home-i just needed to find the words to say ‘thank you-for fucking my ass into exhaustion.’-or something to that effect. i dialed her home number-nervously-to thank my mistress. SHE ANSWERED!!?????????????????

My Catering Tart

Hello!

Although it’s been nearly a week since we spoke, I am still thinking about you, your narrative and how you wrapped me up in it and made me a “catering tart”! So I must thank you; the memories have kept me entertained and busy thinking of such things ever since. Thank-you!

You suggested I write and remind you about some of the details of the fantasy so here is my summary:

I had described a story, from Fictionmania, about a boy with acne seeking a solution to clear it up. When a female friend’s mother mentioned how “the pill” had worked for her, a (somewhat predictable) series of events followed, which included the boy getting birth contol pills from his friend, as well as his own mother, and following a pathway to femininity.

That series is found on Fictionmania.com under the title “My Wonderful Obsession” by Donna Turner.
(http://www.fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=4437

My main criticism (also predictable) of that story was the lack of sexual situations – even when, in one chapter, the main character had sex with his (temporary) girlfriend, little was made of it. All episodes were “G” rated with the exception of a later chapter which included the description of the main character masturbating his boyfriend – and this done in a way that achieved only an “R” rating. As I progressed through the chapters it occurred to me this was more of a romance novel than a smut story (as I might have been hoping for) and, at some point, I lost interest (not enough to keep me from skimming through to find the sexual parts, of course). However, I will give the writer credit, at least, for story telling and writing skills.

For your version, you took over my description of events in the story where the boy was led into the situation of becoming employed, by his girlfriend’s parents’ catering company, as a serving girl. The mother made every effor to ensure the boy would be completely convincing, not only in dress and comportment but also in situations where the men made passes at the serving girls – in a way that would ensure maximum profitability for the catering company. Later in your rendition, you introduced the boy to a girl who started out “just like him” . . .

I had to stop you at some point after that; I don’t recall exactly what you described that this girl was helping me with but, at the time, it was more than I could handle! I slept well that night but, when I awoke the following morning, I was aroused again and lingered in bed thinking about the catering job (and the “boss” and the “girl” and the events…).

Bernard Montorgueil

For those of you who love the images of Bernard Montorgueil, consider the books of Marika Moreska.
Montorgueil illustrated several of these erotic works, including The Handyman, published in 1974, about a man named Alexis who enters a world populated by female dominatrices. The grand Mistress uses him as a model for the perfect slave. Submitting to multiple humiliations and frustrations, he is transformed into a submissive object, becoming totally devoted to the service of his mistress. A dog-man, he assists in salacious scenes and encounters strange, perverse, unusual men and women. The training becomes more and more intense until his image of normal eroticism is shattered. Consider also Madame, Mon Maitre (Madame, My Master) for its images of booted women in postures of training and domination.

Here are a few links to other sites hosting his illustrations.

Montorgueil at the Museum of Femdom

Gallery of Bernard Montorgueil

 

We have removed his illustrations from our pages for copyright reasons.

My mistress

my mistress knows i have a very large cock and therefore sometimes challenges me-knowing i would never hurt her. she has asked me to enter her ass with it and probably she would attempt to take it all in and not utter a moan or gasp and nonchalantly say over her shoulder to me-“come on, fuck me!”–then any chance at upper hand for me would vanish. that-in conjunction with the things she currently does to me would certainly put me on her list of “nickel-changing sluts”-you know;submissive, panty-wearing cumlappers who do anything to entertain their mistress. and even though im about certain that her glorious ass could never accomodate my hard cock, yesterday morning i slowly jacked myself to this fantasy; i sneak into mistress’ house quietly as i know she is in the shower. i strip down completely and rub my cock while standing outside her bathroom door. it is open about 3 inches and i peek at the mirror and catch a reflection of her sudsy chest as my prick leaps to a ready 9″ in my fists. as she turns the water off, i retreat into her closet after lighting some candles-i dont wanna scare her badly, just to know that someone is in the house. as she exits the bathroom holding a towel around her body and the steam rushes out, i step up behind her wearing only a healthy coating of lubricant around my bobbing hard-on. and once she sees that it is me-i grab a fistful of her hair and whisper “hello alexa”, as i rip her concealing towel from her body, shove her face first onto her bed, and land there with her. i release her hair and her arms are extended above her and i grasp her elbows with my strong hands and pin them there. my knees are astride each of her hips and my feet are crossed over each of her ankles, solidly holding her beneath me. she swishes her ass right, then left-trying to throw me off. i raise my hips up and allow my cock to try to find its own way into her ass-probing in between her bouncing asscheeks. she moves right and i angle left-and now the head of my cock has gotten inside her cheeks and is seeking entrance to her
struggling buttocks. “no”, she grunts–and i pin her firmly as i whisper to her-“it is gonna happen, relax and just take it!”. she pushes off with both knees in an attempt to buck me off–just the opportunity i was waiting for. as her body elevates, i lean in and my eager cock finds its mark. i dont have but a second so i must push the advantage and lean into her forcefully and my stiff cockhead invades her-just enough. she holds there and i ease into her just an inch or so–and her trembling, edible ass and the feel are just too much for me as my balls boil up and explode into her warm rectum-spraying blast after blast of sticky balljuice all over the inner walls of this class a ass. i never get more than 2 inches into her but still feel like i cannot stop ejaculating-as she spreads her knees NOW-almost in a mocking gesture. after at least a 90 second orgasm, i release her and she remains on her knees-ass upraised slightly. “well”, she says-“it felt like you have a three inch dick-dont know what all the concern was about, needle-dick!”–she had won-knowing if she struggled just enough, that i, like any male, would be turned on the whole time and blow my load ahead of schedule and she could claim victory–this time. but she wasnt happy with the moral victory–as a mistress there needed to be humiliation for the guy who DID, afterall get her ass. “you know how you love me to whip your ass, cunt?”-yes i replied.– “know how you beg me to cum on your face, skank?”-certainly, i said. “well if you ever want that to happen again”–and here she raised up high on her knees–‘you better get on your knees and suck your mess out of MY ASS”!!! -i crawled to her and inserted my nose between her pussy lips, with my tongue distended and covering her clit. then i slowly dragged them both upward until my tongue got to her ass and was granted complete access-that which had been denied my stiff meat. i snaked my tongue up into my mistress’ exposed ass as far as i could and began to clean her up–so that maybe tomorrow she would cum on my face……