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I’m Nikki Janda. I love Dr Lee more than is mortally possible. What I mean by that is that my heart, mind, body, and soul belong to her. She owns all of me, and I’m relieved for it. This way I know what to think, feel, and believe and what to do and how to behave because she will force me to do those things in a way that pleases her. I’ll be able to move through life as a ghost in my own body, just experiencing, not a thought in my head, just conscious.

I also desperately want Dr Lee to fuck my sissy slut ass. I have a real taste for dick and I want her in me far, far more than any other human being. I want to know what it feels like to truly belong to her as I helplessly squeal, beg, and scream for her dick, every inhibition within me destroyed, finally myself, getting fucked by Dr Lee. I also want to know from the way she fucks me how she experiences her possession of me. I want her as a Mommy before we have vaginal intercourse. And, after that, I want to be her girl.

I to design a brand with her for her to brand my ass with on our wedding night. Oh, and I want to love her!!! I want to dote on her, to be out and out subservient at times. I would without pride, feeling no humiliation, because I

accept she owns all of me. I only cum for her pussy and often while I image licking ritualistically, traveling in three or four minute cycles, always the same, as though she is my Goddess and her vagina is my temple. I soak the alter to her vagina in cum almost every night. I bask in being owned by her and then beg her to fuck me. Yes, I’m a sissy. And Dr Lee owns all of me, so I’m her sissy.

My mind works differently in a way Dr Lee can exploit. She can literally tell me what to believe. It won’t take the place of what I already believe, but I will want very much to believe what she tells me to for a week or two. Additionally, she could likely manipulate behaviors from me with as little as, “Do you know that I love it when . . .” Or, “Don’t be like that. Be a good boy and . . . I know you love being a good boy.” Or, “Nicole. I want you to listen carefully and remember that these words are true and that you are happy that they’re true. Who am I? I’m Dr Lee, and Dr Lee controls your soul. In death, your will will fall before mine. You love the thought of that, don’t you? It’s so true, Nicole. So true. My whims and caprices rule you in life as well. So you don’t have to know why. You just have to do it. Then lie on the sofa and cast yourself adrift in your love for me.”

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My Will Enslaved By Dr Lee

Date 1 year ago
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“Come in,” Dr Lee’s voice called when I rapped at her office door. “Michael. It’s good to see you again. How are you finding my class.” “I’m having difficulty concentrating, Dr Lee.” “Please. Lea. I’m afraid I was just getting ready to leave, but I have something for you.” She reached into her desk drawer and drew out a canister of tea. “Do you know how to make green tea?” I nodded. “I want you to drink a cup before each class. And drink a cup before you come see me here, and I want you to again, whenever you want. But come during my evening office hours. I haven’t posted them on my webpage yet. They begin at 9:30. And Michael?” Dr Lee reached out and lifted my hand to expose the nail polish. “Wear something pretty to class tomorrow, and whenever you come see me.” Dr Lee tapped a generous amount oof tea leaves into a cup on her desk. She lifted a thermos from her desk and poured steaming water into it. “Have a cup. I have time.” The world grew hazy, taking on a pastel glow and I felt a sick sense of urgency with the first sip. I sipped as fast as the heat would allow, my blood pounding inside me. I couldn’t think. My blood thundered a word. It thundered “Lea.” I dropped the cup to the floor and fell to my knees. Dr Lee was sliding off her pants. I knew only my need to eat her pussy and was furiously afraid it would be denies. I wrapped my legs around the stem of Lea’s desk chair so it would not tip over and hoisted one leg over each should, sliding her down and towards me. “Michael, if you even taste me after drinking that tea, I will own you forever. If a week goes by without your suckling at my pussy, you will become violently ill. If a month passes and you don’t commune with you new goddess,” Lea’s hand pressed my head forward, “you will die.” Her hand fell away. “Drink your fill,” she sighed. I had never felt such an intense sense of concentration and compulsion. Every flick of my tongue across her clit, every superfluous swipe are her inner labia, every taste of her pussy’s nectar. It was not taxing or tedious. It was purpose. With each spasm of her pussy, it became even more important to make her spasm again. “Now cum,” Dr Lee mewled. The erection in my pants began to throb, ejaculating and ejaculating for minutes. I latched my mouth onto Mistress Lea’s pussy to suck out my reward for my obedience and a torrent of blazing hot semen spilled from my dick and ran down my thigh. I babbled my thanks and continued to eat her pussy. She did not stop me. “Understand that you love me,” Mistress Lea moaned. “You expect nothing but to be my possession in return, but you have never loved…

Just A Bit Obscene

Date 1 year ago
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Too long neglected, can’t a pastime fill a tremor of being her slut? Does her son Want a dress, delight in stylists’ braid, tell himself panties are work to shop for? Cosmetics work wonders, perverts mine, many like me, desiring tramp sissy Dick hole to possess hard, turning slut to moaning bitch, a wanton tramp to nail Fuck me, become father, slut son or mommy’s love. Make me her Gratify your eighteen-year-old dick with my tramp sissy cock-sheathe, your Torrid,  wanton cum hole, needy to drain twin globes for listening Ears softly hear spoken things told to those holding she who holds him first Mommy? Girl. Tell me to turn my head below my current life to a son’s Blunder and Mommy’s girl’s public incubation to desired self. Can you see Don’t believe capricious fluke of birth. Doesn’t my Mommy want a girl? Don’t I become one for truthfulness to self and would any mom Grow a woman from a boy, did he not care for it. Need it now. Take my ass, possess me, turn me, lover, towards the path, to the goal Make me your desire and find that Mommy raised a hot, willing, slut sissy. Play with my pointless girl clit, holding knees on forearms grasping my humping waist Fuck my hungry, rippling hole that spasms and milks your hard dick, grateful for Huge, fat ass-pleasing flesh, not warm nearly so much as your boiling cum Teach me what belonging to a rapist who tore my panties off to Teach me that bitches cum when screwed by fucking hard, hungry dick ’tis Playing oboe concertos upon my cock-needy tramp sissy cunt hole, all Perfectly denying control of pleasure, cock pleasing whore helplessly Too horny, can’t turn down, fucking good cum needy fuck your whore Can’t I know? Better know? To belong dying in shooting, hot cum Belong to you. Truly, I know. And always remember the hot Fucking you took me away to a lost realm with just my ass, Doubtlessly helplessness turns me on like your breasts It’s your mom. Day or night. Pick where, when, play with your Catlike vanity when you dominate daughter’s ass, make me sure Perhaps my lust, offering up a tramp, horny, slut sissy dickhole for My Mommy’s pleasure and vigorous fucking of. Don’t accept owning me. Take it for granted, love.

I Hope It Pleases You

Date 2 years ago
Views 1,312 Views
I just took my ass with the dick my mommy bought me, the dick she used to take me with, her own son, the dick I need so very much for you to take me with one day. I lay on the sofa facing the windows with the blinds open while I did so, not to take pleasure in people seeing, but so they could see and especially so they could see my penis squirt gobs of ejaculate so they know I can get off that way and it’s not caprice that has me want to have sex that way at first. And I also promised whoever might be there that I would not use my hand to tug cum from my penis for you for a full week, that I would only coax it out from my ass. Part of the reason is that I want to establish that I’m withholding something from each of us. I did all this for me. I feel more whole than before. I feel peaceful, placated by my lust, knowing my ass responds just thoughts of you like that. I want to believe that fucking my ass will be a need that cannot be filled, that screwing it will slake the knowledge of the need, but that the need will not diminish. I suppose it simply doesn’t matter. You will fuck me. And, at the least, I will be grateful for my Karma. And maybe I’ll find something within the experience of you fucking my ass that will help me make sense of us, that I’ll stop railing away inside myself – and you’ve seen the curtain come down. That part of me mostly pleases me because he worships you like a goddess. There’s no shame in abasing myself before your divinity. I am pleased just to have been granted an audience. So to understand and accept that that’s part of who I am and be okay with it as opposed to taking time out to indulge.