Monday, 30 June 2014

The Date Part One


Tonight I had a date and needed to take particular care that I looked good for it.
Like any other male in this female dominated world who was going on a date, I needed to look hot and attractive.
So I spent some time in the shower using perfumed gel and also ensuring my body was totally hairless and smooth, before dressing in my sexiest undies.
 
Firstly the tightly laced corset helped by my flat mate which gave me the petite hour glassed figure which women required their males to have.

I fastened the corset suspenders to the lacy tops of my black sheer stockings and ensured that my penis restraint, which males are required to wear at all times, was correctly in position securely restraining my peenie.
 
The choice of whether to wear stockings or tights was easy although tights were more comfortable and gave males more freedom of movement, women preferred us to wear stockings.

 So if we wished to please we did even if wearing very short skirts exposed our panties and stocking tops.

I put on my matching pink frilly bra and panties and half slip before sitting to do my make up and long blonde hair.

I spent a long time making sure I looked perfect eventually satisfied I put on the short black dress I had selected for the evening.

It was fairly short although covering my stocking tops, it also was low cut exposing my cleavage which like most males had been enhanced by the regular doses of female hormones we were required to take.

At last I was ready with a little time to spare.

Women require there dates to be punctual and it was not unusual for tardiness to be punished.

This was a female dominated world, women held total power. Males were relegated to a submissive feminised role only carrying out menial jobs as maids, secretaries or the like anything which did not require too much thought.

Our role was to serve the superior women who were the movers and shakers in our society.
If we were lucky a male might get married and become a wife although the role would remain the same. Keep house and satisfy her husband sexually.

As a single male I had to earn a menial wage as a bar attendant, it paid just enough to enable me to afford to flat share.

Six nights a week I served the female customers suffering there crude comments, smiling as their hands groped under my skirt or caressed my breasts.

This was my night off and I new that to thank my date I would have to satisfy her sexual needs. I would almost certainly be required to use my tongue and submit to the strap-on she would almost certainly be wearing. Whether I would have any pleasure was uncertain.

I heard the car horn blast and quickly saying goodbye to my flat mate Paula I hurried to the door and out to the waiting car. I got in to the car as elegantly as the short dress allowed and received an affectionate kiss from my date who also took the opportunity of sliding her hand under my dress to caress my nylon clad thighs and my satin encased peenie.
 

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Uncertain Times Part 13


 We were absolutely helpless with our hands tied behind us bound together and wearing shoes that only enabled us to take mall mincing steps we were unable to protect ourselves from the groping hands of the mob of women.
Worse it was obvious that vast quantities of alcohol had been consumed by the mob and in their drunken state we were there to add to their pleasure.
The way we had been forced to dress and in our bound state it only inflamed the mob even more.
We were pulled through the crowd by our leashes, our nipples constantly groped and pinched, our bottoms pinched and spanked and our peenies squeezed.
One woman got behind me her hands holding my breasts she pulled me back viciously so I could feel the hardness of her strap-on against my bottom.
Fortunately the constant pull of the leash dragged me away from her otherwise I think she would have taken me with it publicly there and then.
The gags prevented us from crying out aloud and stifled any protest which would anyway have been useless. We knew we were lower in status to these barbarians than their household pets.
Tears were rolling down our faces as the crowd began to thin in a final act of humiliation; the officer spurred his horse in to a trot.
We had to run in our heels, forcing our restrained peenies to bounce up and down much to the amusement of the remaining watchers and the escorting soldiers.
At last the procession turned in to a walled compound and we were allowed to collapse on the ground whilst our captors dispersed leaving only one of their number to guard us.
We sat on the ground, a picture of total subjugation. We knew there was not an ounce of resistance left.
Outside the compound we could hear the celebrations continuing. Fireworks exploded as the rebel city celebrated its victories.
We were eventually unshackled and allowed to rest.
The following morning make up and clothing renewed we were paraded at a slave market.
Prospective purchasers inspected us including our most intimate parts after which we were auctioned.
I was purchased by a brothel owner and perhaps my life is not bad.
I am kept clean, nicely made up and clothed in very nice if somewhat revealing clothing.
As long as I please the punters punishment is infrequent.
So I perform nightly. I dress sexily, my face is made up and I give pleasure submitting to the insatiable demands of my captors.
 I kneel at their feet using my tongue to satisfy them or I let them use my boy pussy with their large strap-ons. Oh how women seem to enjoy thrusting in to a male arse.
I lie across their laps kicking prettily as they spank my bottom or I lie in their arms as my breasts and littly peenie are caressed as they arouse me before using me to satisfy their lust.
In this female led society what else can a helpless male do it is our duty to please.

Monday, 10 February 2014

Get your lips around my cock sissy bitch

 
I ain't going to lubricate it with anything else so on your knees and start sucking.