She Has Broken Me
i thought i could return to being a man one day. i thought my role as Her submissive would eventually bore Her and She would welcome back the man She married. i was wrong. On New Years Day She swore She would deny me to ever cum in Her pussy again. She has found the perfect blend of sex toys which bring Her pleasure, and a few men and many other Women to share Her bed with Her. i have had six orgasms since the new years; four of them were in the form of masturbation coupled with humiliation. On two separate nights, i got blow jobs from two other cross dressers as a reward for my loyal services to the Ladies of the House during a recent Fem Dom Party. i was both relieved and ashamed of myself for coming so quickly in another man's mouth. My Mistress, Her Wife, and Her Bull of course, loved seeing me defile myself so. … And i loved it as well.
It was on that second night that i came to the realization that i am now and will be until the day i die, a sissy. i am the property of my Wife, Mistress Sensual, and it is She who controls my body, my mind, and my fate.
She is starting to talk seriously about me quitting my job. Once that happens, i will be no longer be in the company of co-workers who know me in my masculine guise. Once that happens, She feels free to complete my transformation by hormones and breast implants.
And it seems, i am now OK with this.
How do i know that i have accepted my true identity as a sissy ******? Last weekend we had a kinky pool party. While it was not a Fem / Dom party per say, it was just a gathering of our close kinky friends sharing wine, water, stories, and play. There were many beautiful women there - some Dominate, some submissive. And while i admit, i stole a glance whenever possible at a beautiful buttocks or a divine cleavage, the longing in my chest to have the sexual company of any of these women was gone. i was totally loyal to the bidding of my Wife/Dominatrix. Her comfort and pleasure was all i could think of. When both bathrooms were occupied, She offered my mouth to a woman i barely knew. This woman was a dominatrix from out of town - a special guest as it were, and this was the first time Mistress Leo had been to our home. IF this demand was made of me last year i may have complied, but i would have complained mightily to my Wife in private after the guests had left. That night, i found a secluded part of the yard, and lay down on the lawn as my Wife placed the Queening Chair over my face.
i received no praise for my actions. i washed my face and returned to my duties as hostess until the guests either left or settled in for the night. i slept in my dog cage until morning.
My Wife did sing my praises to me in private after the last guest had left. She told me how proud She was of me and what a good *********** i was.
i actually welcomed Her praise and found myself warming to my new identity. But more importantly, i knew now that this would be the only life allowed to me. And Goddess help me... i am beginning to love it!
It was on that second night that i came to the realization that i am now and will be until the day i die, a sissy. i am the property of my Wife, Mistress Sensual, and it is She who controls my body, my mind, and my fate.
She is starting to talk seriously about me quitting my job. Once that happens, i will be no longer be in the company of co-workers who know me in my masculine guise. Once that happens, She feels free to complete my transformation by hormones and breast implants.
And it seems, i am now OK with this.
How do i know that i have accepted my true identity as a sissy ******? Last weekend we had a kinky pool party. While it was not a Fem / Dom party per say, it was just a gathering of our close kinky friends sharing wine, water, stories, and play. There were many beautiful women there - some Dominate, some submissive. And while i admit, i stole a glance whenever possible at a beautiful buttocks or a divine cleavage, the longing in my chest to have the sexual company of any of these women was gone. i was totally loyal to the bidding of my Wife/Dominatrix. Her comfort and pleasure was all i could think of. When both bathrooms were occupied, She offered my mouth to a woman i barely knew. This woman was a dominatrix from out of town - a special guest as it were, and this was the first time Mistress Leo had been to our home. IF this demand was made of me last year i may have complied, but i would have complained mightily to my Wife in private after the guests had left. That night, i found a secluded part of the yard, and lay down on the lawn as my Wife placed the Queening Chair over my face.
i received no praise for my actions. i washed my face and returned to my duties as hostess until the guests either left or settled in for the night. i slept in my dog cage until morning.
My Wife did sing my praises to me in private after the last guest had left. She told me how proud She was of me and what a good *********** i was.
i actually welcomed Her praise and found myself warming to my new identity. But more importantly, i knew now that this would be the only life allowed to me. And Goddess help me... i am beginning to love it!
7 years ago
