The primary purpose of X4 for me was mounting it on my motorbike as a 'dash cam'. I couldn't really find any yt reviews of motorbike bundle, but I think it was only natural to buy it in my case. Before I bought it I quickly scanned the contents of said bundle, however didn't put much attention what's there and oh boi, how furious I was when it actually arrived. So what I actually got:

1. Invisible stick. Sounds good, but at the time I was buying the camera that stick was included even without the bundle, so I guess I didn't really get it with the bundle, it just comes with camera.
   
2. Motorbike clamp. This is the only item I'm happy with. It's all made out of metal and holds well to the handle bar even on triple digit speeds.
   
3. This is when fun starts. I got some rubber condom that I can put over the camera when I'm not using it as the thing completely covers the lenses. I was more than sure I'll get the new lense protectors not some piece of rubber. You know, I bought motorbike bundle. I think it's only common sense to include something that will protect my camera while riding, not when it is in my pocket. I hope I won't offend anyone, but who the fuck needs it to begin with? I literally can't think of any valid scenario when would you want to put it on your camera especially that you are getting...
   
4. The case. When I opened this one I literally felt like insta360 came to my house, put dick in my mouth, cum on my face, cleaned their dick on my t-shirt and told me that I'm free to leave. The case that I've got with my motorbike bundle can store the camera (so far so good) with the black condom on (is anyone really putting the rubber on camera, then put it in the case, then in protected backpack and then jumping into that inflatable ball allowing you to roll without hurting yourself?). Second pocket is dedicated for the stick, just not the one I got with the bundle! It's for some shorter and thicker version of it! Really!? Fortunately it gets even better, because there is 3rd hole and that hole is for... Fast charger for 3 batteries that I also didn't get in my motorbike bundle!!! What the actual fuck!? Who decided it's a great thing to include the case with a bundle that (except camera) has no items that can fit in said case!? What a marketing genius was it!?
   

To summarise, I spent extra £100 on a bundle that includes one useful item that you can buy separately on insta360 website for £40!
Update: I just went on insta360 website to check how much the clamp on its own is and had a look at that motorbike bundle once again and saw that I actually should get the protectors as well, so they simply didn't send me them! Tomorrow I gonna message them about this and we will see what they gonna say as I did buy the camera good 3-4 weeks ago...

Hey guys, a little about me. I'm a 32 year old gay man, currently single. I've been through my wild stage where I hooked up with whoever I wanted to, and have also had long periods of being in a relationship. Now that I'm in my 30s, the desire to settle down is getting stronger, and the thoughts of whether I want to be married are also coming into mind.
Specifically, I'm good friends with a couple who have been together for quite a while, and have been married for 2-3 years. One of them is in the military and the other works in sales. They made a big deal out of their wedding and the one who is in the service became an unofficial poster boy for the military as a gay service member, often bringing his husband to military balls, etc. Because of this, they started getting invited to important social events and everyone admired them and their marriage. I very much looked up to them, and they had the kind of relationship I hoped to have one day.
Then a couple months ago, I was randomly scrolling through some porn and recognized a tattoo that looked very familiar. Long story short, the non-military husband has a huge secret life of serving as a scene partner for many OF performers and from what I can tell, has a small-ish OF page of his own. This person serves as a gaping hole cum dumpster for basically any OF performer who asks him to participate. I admit I watched a few of his scenes and was really shocked at what I saw. It was very odd for me to see this person who seemed to sincerely adore his husband engaging in very intimate kissing scenes as well as taking raw load after raw load from people he barely knows. (And please let me be clear - I'm not a prude. I've been around. I've had many one-night stands. I believe in sexual freedom.) But what got me was what seemed to me to be massive hypocrisy. I cannot count the number of times I've been around them engaging in (admittedly sappy) lovey-dovey type behavior where they say things like, "You're my one and only. You're the only man for me. I'll take out anyone who tries to get their hands on you," etc etc. I should also clarify that I know the military partner knows of the other's participation in these videos because I briefly saw a reflection of the military one's tattoos serving as the cameraman for one of the videos.
Since I found this out, I've been around them twice, and when they started this sappy stuff, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and one of them noticed and called me out for it. I played it off without any ruffled feathers. But this has caused me to have two thoughts: 1) Can I continue to hang out with these guys and listen to their bullshit "I'll kill any man who touches my baby" statements while keeping my mouth shut and 2) Is there any hope for me to have a monogamous relationship in the future or do most gay men expect to have open marriages these days?
As to question 1, it's really not hugely important, I just wish they'd be real and say - hey, my man likes to serve as a cum dumpster to any cock that will have him and we are both ok with it." It makes us happy. I could and would be 100% on board with that. But their whole persona now feels fake to me. Not that they owe me the details of their sex life, but they have been open about it in the past. Once they got married, they started to act like jealous lovers - and it turns out it was all an act. So any advice as to how I can continue to hang out with these guys while sitting there listening to their fake, sappy, statements of love and jealousy for each other? (Actually, I do think their love is sincere. It's the hypocrisy that's getting to me.)
As to question 2, please give me hope. When I find the guy I want to settle down with, I really do hope I feel like he's mine. I hope I feel jealous of anyone who tries to hit on him. I want to share something special with him that no one else feels/has. It just seems like every time I come across a gay couple that's been together longer than 5 or so years, inevitably it turns out they have an open relationship. And that's great for them, but I don't want that. I want that silly romantic love that I'm beginning to think isn't real/possible. What do y'all think about this?

I'll do my best to recount this, but I admit it's tough to reach back and remember the surprise that came with youthful innocence as you meet your own sexual experiences, and nothing is ever as it was described to be, expected to be, some things are worse, some things are great despite seeming yucky at a glance, and some things just don't matter as much as others said.
Best to describe "virginal me" as someone dedicated to her family's devout Christian faith. Never really questioning the faith itself, I didn't totally get how this stuff would work in a practical way as I started having urges and desires towards boys. And I thought I was just a-waitin' to be some homemaking wife, a baby factory... basically everything that I was told I wanted. I believed that I must want these things too!
I'll say this much - I'd made it to high school around this time, and this was a fairly average age for many women to try sexual things. Won't get more specific than that, just in case. And I became very aware of the sort of 'fresh meat' mentality that makes young girls practically competitive with each other -- you know, the things we'll do to keep a boys interest.
So, sure. I had a few boyfriends. My first real kiss, I remember praying for most of the night because I was afraid I liked it too much, and certainly would become a whore overnight, and what's up with these hormones doin' witchcraft without my permission, anyways?
Anyways, in a tale as old as time, I assume, a new family moves in up the street, I'm immediately crushing on the son of this family, and he seemed older, but not by much. I was wrong on this one, he was 22, but I didn't know that, and it certainly wasn't love, but it was at least lust at first sight. I could fin the sin boling inside of me already. Tried to ignore him.
And by trying to ignore him, I mean I'd get as gussied up as possible to simply take a walk around the block while he played basketball alone and shirtless outside, daydreaming about what I might do if he said hello.
Let's try to speed up to get to the parts that probably matter more to you. Oddly, I don't quite remember how we got formally introduced to each other, but we started spending some time together. We were the only people on this whole block under 30 so it just worked out this way. He (and his family) drank, smoked cigarettes, and some other inhalable things. Before him (and we'll call him "Alan"), I thought those were the direct paths to hell. Watching him consume? It felt grown up, mature, like I was living a taboo just for being nearby and able to smell the smoke and beer breath on him.
Before too long he asked me about guys at my school, I did the bashful "no one really notices me" response which was ultimately true but I also had made many concerted decisions and efforts to not get noticed -- I was seen as a goody two shoes church girl and was the butt of many, many jokes. He asked what types of guys I like, and I told him I didn't know, and that was true. Listed off some virtues like honesty, being funny, attractive, and he gave me a "well, that's me". We talked about the difference in age, I laughed it off knowing he couldn't be serious, but asked him the same in return. I got a pretty different answer from him than mine. His list was quite a bit more shallow, but I figured it just covered the surface. He went on about not believing me, that high school boys were dumb (and they often are), that I'm too pretty to be single -- that one sent me over the moon.
Time blurs a lot of this. What felt like weeks of coming up with excuses to hang out with him between when I got home from school and before my parents came home was probably less than two weeks. I'll just get into some nitty gritty now, this is a bit forward in the story, but I don't see much reason to dwell on the priors.
Alan was almost a foot taller than me. Had longish blonde hair, and had that very nice athletic build from working off the alcohol playing basketball alone in the front yard. I loved watching his hips with each jump.
A specific day where I "accidentally" walked in front of his house on the way to mine, which meant I basically had to walk around the block backwards and undetected after getting off of the bus, he was outside smoking, beer in hand. Motioned me over, I don't recall all that was said, but he was talking about how much it sucked to be single. I told him again I'd never been in anything serious with a guy before. I was invited in, but this was the beginning of something different.
He lived in a converted carport/garage attached to his family's house. Just gray cinderblock walls surrounding the possessions of a man-child with very little ambition. Skull bongs with candle wax dripped all over them, a dusty loveseat, a mattress on the floor, no bedframe. No need for curtains as there were no windows. Just a door that would lead outside, and a door that would lead to the rest of the house, which I'd never seen before. But there we were, alone, and he asked if I wanted to see what he really looks for in a girl. Of course I did! And in no time flat, a few clicks of a remote control, and porn was playing on his dingy TV screen from a DVD player.
I'd seen some porn out of curiosity, and some other exposure, but not exactly a large amount of it. Had a general working knowledge of the most common things one might see, and a mental idea of what sets of genitalia looked like, as well as what they produce/excrete. Does that sound clinical? It should. At the time, most of my sexual knowledge was either general functionality, and a lot of "things women did to land a man but didn't really like doing". One of those things I'd heard even from my own mom was happening on the screen with precious little notice: an impossibly busty woman was blowing someone. Of course I pretended like this was no big deal and I watched porn allllll the time.
He went on to tell me that "any girl of his" would be really into doing that for him whenever he wanted. I'd asked if that had been common for him with ex's. He'd said something like "no, and that's why they are ex's. If I could get blowjobs anytime I wanted, I would literally never want anything else in bed", and there was a laugh, but a bit of seriousness to it as he looked at me and waited for my response. We talked a little more about the intricacies - sometimes it'd be fast like what was happening onscreen, sometimes it'd be really slow so he'd lay back and enjoy...then the money shot happened, conversation ceased as the random busty lady got her face coated. This is why I asked the million dollar question about if he expected to shellac his next girlfriends face with each blowjob. He told me, no. The rationale was that women only did that in porn so you could see that he really finished. HIS girls would swallow it.
Listen, I know how insane this probably sounds, but the idea that you'd ever consume that stuff was just like science fiction to me. Figured that if it tasted half okay, no one would ever have kids, really.
He used the remote, went to yet another POV blowjob scene, kind of groaning in happiness as he'd say things like "yeah, take it girl" or "yeah, you know you love being a dickeater". I hadn't heard him talk like this. Also, my hormones were somehow excited by it all.
I thought about things quickly; my understanding was that blowjobs were a pretty submissive act, but most of the women in my church seemed to submit to their husbands, and since I didn't recall anyone in the 'scare you out of premarital sex' sermons saying that blowjobs counted (because I really was this naive), I started wondering to myself if this was something I'd be okay with doing. Seemed like a direct line from giving Alan head to being his girlfriend.
But next to me, he started rubbing the bulge in his shorts. Over the cloth, but with a thumb tucked inside, like he'd planned to go exploring, but remembered I was in front of him. Even my naive ass knew he was hard. This seemed like a good time to ask him if he wanted me to leave, and he said I shouldn't since we were enjoying "the show" together. I won't pretend my hormones weren't twirling like crazy, but it was also pretty scary to me then. I'd try to stay on topic but ask other questions. One was along the lines of "If you had a girlfriend that did that for you whenever, what else would you expect out of her", and his answer was basically "do what I like in bed, the rest works itself out, and I probably wouldn't care past that". How many times a week? "You mean how many times a day", he'd say with a guffaw.
Mentally, I was weighing things, did I want to be his girlfriend so badly that I'd jump right into the unknown? Did I want to be a girlfriend at all? My hormones said yes to the latter, but weren't immediately sure of the former. I responded with something I don't quite recall, but measured up to "if all you want are blowjobs. I bet I'd be great at being your girlfriend"
He motioned towards his zipper and asked something like " do you mind if I...?", trailing off. I genuinely thought he wanted to excuse himself to rub one out, so I said I didn't mind. It was that fast that he had his dick out, stroking himself, and asked with all the gusto in the world: do I want to try it?
This, I remember like it was yesterday.
I said I'd have to be his girlfriend for that! "Want to be my girlfriend, then?" I'd mentioned I didn't know how to do it. "I'll show you how" That's all it takes? "If you swallow, you're definitely my girlfriend"
This girl didn't have a damn clue how relationships began, were handled, and every old adage I'd ever been told about sex acts that "keep men happy" came flooding into my mind. Maybe this was how you get a real boyfriend? Technically this "isn't sex"? It's like my life flashed before my eyes as he guided my head down. I looked down until I got too close to focus my eyes, seeing his blondish-brown pubic hair while he stroked his cock next to me. With a sigh and more butterflies in my stomach than most forests, I said "where do you want me?" and just that quickly, his hand went away from his cock and just guided my head riiiiiight down to it.
As soon as his cock, damp with precum, touched my lips, I instinctively opened my mouth and let him slide right in. "Showing me how to do it" meant "putting his hand on the back of my head and using my mouth in place of his hand". Beyond the obvious, he actually wasn't too pushy. It felt like a lot at the time. I marveled at how much bigger the head of his cock seemed in my mouth than just looking at it. No idea if he was looking at the screen or looking at me, I heard him cheering me on, quietly: "good girl", "just like that", "move your tongue more... JUST like that" while he kept my head going at a steady pace.
When he said "it always takes me longer to finish when I drink, sorry", I was pretty confused - I realized I didn't know how long these even took on average. He paused at one point to swig from his beer can, letting go of my head, saying "keep going baby". I'd never been called baby. I'd never been called a good girl. My brain and heart loved it, and I started mentally assuming this was now my fiance because I genuinely was that naive.
He was good with direction, yes, but no real moans. I didn't know I was to expect them, but for this reason, I had no metric to decide how long I'd been doing this, how long I should expect to be doing it, or anything. Just... swallow when he's done. I got more into it as my heart got more involved, and showed some initiative by choosing to bob my head faster (I really didn't know my way around a penis back then, so I assumed speed was the key), which got him to say something like "damn baby, you really like this!", when I was thinking "I don't know about that, I just really like YOU", but it instead came out as a muffled "mmhmm" -- because I didn't want him to think I was having a bad time.
In the moment, I didn't know if I was "having a good time". Looking back, I'm fairly sure that I was thinking "I really want him to be my boyfriend and this is how to make that happen", and my faith wasn't really entering my mind much once I felt him push my head. He never went so far as to gag me, but did keep steadily guiding me. Also, in looking back, I'm not sure why I wanted a boyfriend so badly -- the inexplicable desires of a teenage girl, I'd guess?
Back to the situation?
His grip on my head tightened, and I only had a second to think to myself "I must be doing something right" before he shot spurt after spurt after spurt of cum into my unsuspecting mouth. He grunted with each shot, and it was only really as his orgasm subsided that I really started getting anxious about what I'm supposed to be doing. Was I supposed to swallow it and leave? Do I take his dick out of my mouth first and then swallow, or try to do it with him shoved against my tonsils?
That was mostly answered with him pulling my head up, telling me it got really sensitive. He looked happy and almost sleepy. And then... "you going to swallow?"
This might be hard to believe, but I wasn't even thinking about if I liked the taste or not. It was all so new, especially this texture. I nodded that I would, and had to fight making a face as I choked it back, it hit my bitter tastebuds, and I shuddered a bit, and the aftertaste hit me of the saltiest and most bitter concoction I could have ever imagined.
Until I went home, everything that happened for the next few minutes is there in my memory as a blur, but I do recall some very specific things. Most of all, the main question on my mind was "... well, what happens now?" - I'd just done something I'd been told I was supposed to hate doing, but I didn't hate it. I swallowed, which I was told was the worst and it made you a total ho, but I'd only done it the one time, and didn't feel like a total ho. Overall, I was shocked at how much I didn't mind it. Not only did I not mind it, I wasn't opposed to doing it again, and I felt that way immediately. Wasn't sure if this was me weighing if I was ready to do this again, but that's getting way ahead of the story.
When I gulped it down, I sat straight up and looked directly at him, assuredly waiting for some kind of cue about what the hell people do after a blowjob, you've swallowed his cum -- literally everything I knew told me he was supposed to be falling asleep now, and he very much wasn't asleep while he shoved his cock back into his shorts.
What came next was a negotiation that I didn't realize was a negotiation. After I said "how did I do", and he'd told me I did really well, but I'd learn more over time, and the best thing I did was "swallow like a champ". Asking him if most girls did that for him, he'd said "no, and that's why I'm single". Knowing what I know years later, that's arguably true! Just a creative way to put it.
But those questions started pouring out of him as the afterglow subsided, all of which I greeted with the same answer: "If you were my girlfriend you'd do that whenever I said?", "You're gonna swallow every time?", "Would you do it first thing in the morning if I said so?", "You're okay with me not doing that for you, I hate doing that for girls?", "Wow, you really liked that cum, didn't you?" is the last one he asked with a huge grin. I answered yes to all of it -- I didn't see a problem with those things, really. It was only when he talked about me "liking cum" that I was fibbing. I didn't hate it, but I didn't know what to make of it, and again, was mostly surprised that it was nowhere near as bad as I was led to believe it'd be. Besides, I'm getting a boyfriend!
He peck-kissed me after a hug, and led me to his door. Told me to not worry about knocking, to just come in whenever -- that kind of trust bowled me over, I must say. And of course, leaned in and whispered in my ear "but you know we got to keep this secret for now, a lot could happen, you're young..." and in the moment, I agreed. I had my own reasons for thinking that, but they hit me like a sledgehammer as I walked out the door and made my way home.
I wondered exactly why I was so hellbent on him. He had no job. No car. No license. If he had friends, I hadn't seen any of them (but he did, and that's a story for later). Breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't going to have to explain my brand new dating situation to my parents because we were going to keep it quiet. Also, I panicked that it'd somehow be very obvious to my parents when I got home that I was still a virgin, but had done something sexual. That was silly, and sure, I hid it, but probably because I started hiding myself away from them.
That was a Friday. I was in my bedroom just about to go to sleep, when an inebriated Alan tapped on my window; he wanted me to know that he wanted to be up around 10 AM, so I should probably make plans to go over and "get used to waking" him up that way. I smiled with wild ideas about the fun we'd have together after I woke him up and we got the blowjob situation out of the way. Oh, I was so naïve.
SO naïve. But I agreed, and he told me he was excited to see his good girl in the morning, and I melted.
I'll pick up from here next time.

Here is my original post I made yesterday - https://www.reddit.com/Infidelity/s/rIMUobJUSU
Thank you for all of your replies and DM’s. I am seriously grateful to every one of you, no matter how harsh as some of you provided me the wake up call I needed.
I sat down with Kate and told her how I felt and showed her this post. At first, she did her usual cagey thing but then I said I will definitely leave if she doesn’t talk at all.
Then it started flowing. He initially messaged her on a random night after she put up a post about her being sad, he asked if she was okay. We had bickered about something very minor that day but for whatever reason she decided to let him in and well they had a short relationship over messages until they met and had sex. They met purely to fuck, that was the plan. She’d turn her phone off and tell me her phone died whilst she was with her best friend. They did everything, foreplay, penetration and he finished in her mouth. That was hard to hear, very hard to hear. she kisses me with that mouth. Shit. After that they continued to message and exchange nudes and slept together about another 5 times, sometimes at her house in her bed sometimes in his car. So, it wasn’t just the once at all. I’m in pieces at this point, it’s a can of worms I did not want to open and wish I hadn’t but am relieved at the same time. I think she is still trickle-truthing me, I feel there may be others after him. It seems so easy for her.
Around that time she became pregnant and got rid of it, now I am sure it was his and I’m pretty sure that is when she knocked it on the head. She denies this but she has previously denied a lot of things. At the time I didn’t put two and two together but now it all makes sense. Obviously at the time it was hard for me as I thought it was my kid and although we were 17 it hurt that she got rid of it.
I told her I wanted to sleep with someone else and she couldn’t understand why I want to do that. She said she was young and she never did it again and would never do it again, that she has lived with a tremendous amount of guilt up until now. That guilt has shaped her to be a better person and partner. She said it would break her heart to hear of me sleeping with another woman, how ironic. She doesn’t want anyone to have the privilege of experiencing me. If I’m honest, finding all of this information out has made my desires stronger. Probably mainly out of anger.
It is hard for a number of reasons. We have always had a great sex life, we both have a fair amount of kinks and have always been fully desired and explored these. She always cums first, and is always happy. I am happy with that. So it wasn’t because she wasn’t satisfied. She said it meant nothing but of course it did, you don’t do it more than once if it meant nothing right? She said she did it because it was exciting and it made her feel alive and he made her feel good.
Her family are also like my family, they took me in as their own. My family were abusive and I had a pretty traumatic childhood. They are like my parents. I know I will lose them too, they will always stand by their daughter and I understand that. They don’t know about her antics and I will tell them about it soon, when the dust settles between us. I stand to lose a lot here, an awful lot. As does she.
I’m struggling to come to terms with losing everything we have built, worked hard for and achieved during our relationship. We have created our dream lives, I never thought as a kid I would be as fortunate as I am today. Part of the reason I feel fortunate is because I have her, I don’t know if I still feel that way now.
So, open relationship is off the cards and I am more hurt than when I started. I should have kept my mouth closed and soldiered on but as many of you were kind to point out my idea of my life at the moment is a fallacy. It is, it is built on bullshit. Material things aside I don’t think I have anything. I can feel she loves me, she shows me in every way every day. I don’t know if I will be able to reciprocate that now.
So now I’m even more fucking confused because after all of that, why do I still love her?
I will be talking to her tomorrow about where we go from here. The only reason I didn’t do that today is because truthfully I have no idea where we go. I want her, I also want to experience what she has but also I don’t want any of that. My inner child has been crushed and my adult self is in disbelief.

I've had problems posting this part. I think Reddit rejecting it becuase of the pix, whcih can be seen on my reddit site or my website.
Hopefully this will work out! Deborah Ford

18

Now, hotwives and sissies never put themselves into the hefty shoes of Bulls. Each taking it for granted that dominant males do what they do effortlessly and with little thought.
However, the Bull’s authoritarian desires that are on constant alert, forever watching for any challenge to their position in the household, remaining only relaxed when the hot wife and dumb cuck know their positions in his life. There must be no tiresome challenges to their authority.
To achieve this, they have their strategies which the more experienced Bulls like Corbyn have polished to perfection.
You will recall that Riley, the hotwife, and Austin, the sissy cuck are dressed in matching black frilly basques, stockings and high heels. In the previous episode, the Bull, had ordered them to remove their sexy tight mesh panties to make a painfully, humbling point to his playthings.
You will also recall that following the threat of being made to lie out of the window and have a caning so harsh that Austin’s screaming would bring the neighbours out to investigate, Austin had knuckled under and obeyed the Bull. This of course wasn’t satisfying for Corbin as he now had an itch to humiliate and control further the sissy cuck.
The Bull had ordered the two ‘girls’ onto the bed, and they both, crawled up the sheets to lay face up, looking at him awaiting their next instruction.
With a grin, Corbin began to disrobe. His thick cock was already painfully erect in his pants, and he knew how both his toys would react to seeing the revealed weapon.
Austin was fully aware how his wife couldn’t keep her eyes from the hunk. In fact, her mouth hung agape, and her eyes barely blinked as each item of clothing was shed with that arrogant shit eating grin of Corbin’s.
As the muscular Corbin finally finished his disrobing by pushing down his boxers, with his eyes fixed on Riley, his huge member, finally freed, leapt up, as if on a spring, flicking silvery precum into the air like a shower.
Austin heard his wife growl with sexual need as the painful memory of his member being compared to Corbin’s hit his mind like a brick. He recalled how his wife had cum as soon as Corbin entered her and seemed to cum endlessly thereafter. Yet, when the bull directed him to make love to his wife, he couldn’t feel her, and she never physically responded to any of his efforts. Rather, she actually just chatted idly to Corbin about nothing in particular as Austin made every derisory effort to make some sort of impact on her.
The bed seemed to sink as Corbin clambered up it towards Riley, whose one stockinged leg, bent at the knee as if ready accommodate the Bull. Her hands rose up to his naked, taut shoulders and her back arched accommodatingly as her lover took his position at her pussy.
Knowing his size can cause discomfort and even turn women off, Corbin pressed in slowly, but as usual, Riley immediately moaned, her eyes closed, and she gripped his body with needy arms.
As he pressed home she came instantly.
Austin gasped almost as loudly as his wife. His own little member filling the steel chastity cage Corbin had bought for him and so cruelly locked on to his penis.
Losing count of the number of times his wife came, Austin was so turned on that he pressed his fingers against his exposed chastity cage and rubbed hard.
When Corbin finally pulled back out of his slut’s cunt, leaving a long golden trail of goo, Riley moaned, bucked and finally lay still, her breasts rising and falling through the basque as she caught her breath.
Corbin’s self satisfied smile froze as he caught sight of the foolish cuck trying to wank.
“What you doing, sissy boy?”
Having been caned not long before, with his bottom still raw, a fearful wide-eyed Austin mumbled, “Nothing. No. Sorry. Sir. I … . I …”
The smile was now gone from the Bull’s features, replaced by a hard intimidating glare.
“Don’t recall you asking permission to play with your boy pussy.”
Austin felt his eyes become hot. He knew tears weren’t far away.
He looked pleadingly at his wife, “Mistress!”
Riley smiled, placed her palm on her hubby’s hot cheek. “Aw.” She looked up at her Bull, “She didn’t mean it, Sir. I’m sure.”
He glanced down at the slut, his eyes unblinking, “You make sure your maid asks you for everything. You don’t want her taking the initiative. Not any time. They become a pain in the arse to control then.”
Riley nodded. “Oh, Sir. No. Of course not!” She turned to look at her terrified maid, looking so hot, cute and helpless, “Apologise to Sir for not asking permission to masturbate.”
Now the tears came. Full on sissy tears of helpless rage. “But Mistress. I cannot play with myself. Sir has me locked up down there and I feel so in need. Please. Please.” His wet eyes rose from his mistress to his Sir. “Please, Sir. I really need to cum. Really.”
A sympathetic Riley said, “Sir, perhaps you can allow it, this once. She does try to be good.”
Corbin was unimpressed. “Tries to be good? You mean like using my Christian name and then pleading with you to lie about her naughtiness? You mean like her trying to play with herself without asking?”
The wife felt hurt, as if her maid’s misbehaviour was somehow her fault. She felt her maid’s actions reflected badly on her, perhaps the way a mother may feel when her child is playing up amongst other children.
“Maid! Tell Sir how sorry you are.”
Austin had learnt over the last week that his once placid wife could turn in a brief moment into this tough dominatrix. Yet, it still shocked him. He recognised the change in her face, the narrowing of the eyes, the hardening of the lips. He easily recognised the chillingly cold tone she used when about to threaten him.
Yet still he felt that foolish sissy urge to rebel. To seek to reassert himself, despite wearing stockings, basque, light make up, heels and his new pixie hair style.
Apologise to Sir! To the man who had changed his relationship with his wife, from husband to maid? The dreadful bully who had locked his member into a tungsten chastity cage and not yet released him? The man who effortlessly made his wife cum. And perhaps worse, the man to whom his adorable wife now looked up to as the dominant male of the household.
“Mistress, please …”
Her look became darker, and Austin closed his wet eyes, fully aware of the inevitability of what now followed.
“Sir, I am so sorry I, erm, well, I didn’t seek your permission before I played with myself.”
The pitiful husband’s gut turned over at the shame of his actions.
Riley dropped her hand onto the sweaty, hard chest of her lover. “There, Sir. The maid’s apologised.”
Again, Sir wasn’t impressed, and Riley felt concern trouble her as Sir sarcastically laughed.
“You think the maid apologised without even looking at me? Yeh? You reckon she can close her eyes and say shit without even thinking about it? I need to see remorse!”
Riley was furious with her maid for making her look bad in her lover’s eyes. She twisted her body so she was facing her shocked maid.
“Maid!” The wife said, barely moving her lips, “Apologise to Sir this instant. And have the good grace to look at him when you are doing it. I want to see you being genuinely remorseful!”
This was too much. Shouldn’t his Mistress support him against this bully of a man?
“Mistress, I …” She only had to raise her eyebrows for Austin to sigh and nod. Defeat was becoming easier and easier for the sissy to accept as his avenues for rebelling grew ever smaller.
Through his tearful eyes, Sir was a blur, which made it a little easier. Yet, even though he could barely discern Sir’s eyes, Austin was sickened at the humiliation. The man he most hated in the world was expecting an apology and he knew he had to deliver it.
Shame made him shake as he said, “Sir, please. I am so sorry for my naughtiness today.” How it stung to use the word naughtiness, as if he were a mere child in their presence. “Please forgive me.”
Both Riley and her Hubbie held their breaths as they studied Corbin for his reaction.
Finally, as if feeling that was the best he could expect, Corbin said, “All right.”
Riley giggled with relief, feeling that somehow, she was victorious. Her maid had complied to her lover under her instructions.
Her hubby simply let himself be swallowed by the blankets on the bed, shame immobilizing him.
The bull kissed his slut on her forehead, making her grin and said, “Just give your maid six swats with the cane and I’ll consider the matter closed.”
Austin’s eyes flashed open with disbelief. The cane?
Riley relaxed and smiled. “Yes, Sir. You are so good to my maid.”
She pulled up her self up, gripped his strong shoulders and kissed him rapidly around his cheeks and mouth. Her arousal flared up again. She needed him inside her.
Corbin knew what she wanted and understood how denying her would ensure her acquiescence to his whims.
As of course, the dumb sissy cuck’s denial by being locked in chastity enhanced his submission.
His strategy was working effortlessly.
“You need to deal with your maid first,” he announced.
Austin couldn’t believe this was happening. He had already been caned. By both of them!
He desperately wanted to speak up, but he feared the reaction of the dominant Bull. He was learning, as sissies do, sometimes quickly, sometimes punishingly slowly, that a sissy does not mess with real men.
Desperately needing the thick cock inside her, Riley spoke to her maid with a tremor of impatience, “What are you waiting for? You heard Sir. Fetch your cane.”
This was so unfair!
Riley slid from the bed, feeling his basque tighten around his waist as his heels stood on the carpet.
Once he had handed his Mistress the cane he awaited her next instruction.
Wondering whether to beat him over the chair as she had done previously under the tutelage of her Master, she felt a need to impress Corbin. She would demonstrate she had her own initiative.
She knelt up on the bed as her lover released his hold on his slut.
“Maid. Face down on the quilt. Now!”
Seeing his pitiful, helpless frown, she felt empathy for her defeated hubby, but it was more important to impress Sir than to placate her maid. She could always do that later.
This was outrageous, Austin thought as he slid up the bed, feeling his sexy garb slide erotically on the smooth sheets.
Though embarrassing to have his naked buttocks exposed to his wife and her Bull whilst awaiting punishment, like all true sissies, Austin felt the stirring of sexual urges. It was a tickly warm feeling in his tummy that led to his dick filling the small tungsten cage that Sir had locked him in.
Though the six swipes of the cane stung away his stimulation, it quickly returned as his Mistress threw the cane to the floor and twisted to grin at her lover awaiting his praise.
She was perplexed to see Corbin ignore her and pat her maid’s red striped bottom. She noticed the various colours emerging around the welts, blues, pinks and angry purples.
“Maid,” Corbin said.
Fearful of being slow in responding, Austin rolled onto his side looking up at the dominant male. It was as is if the man filled their bedroom with his dark presence.
“Sir?” His eyes were like blue traffic lights as his panic overwhelmed him. Had he done something wrong?
“Maid?” Corbin repeated, all at ease and relaxed, the man in charge. “Do you want permission to cum?”
God, was this some dreadful trap. Of course he wanted to cum! Austin flashed his false eyelashes at his Mistress, in the hope of being helped with the answer.
Riley was furious. “Well, answer Sir. He has asked you a question!”
Curling his stockinged legs beneath himself, Austin knelt up and whispered, “Well, yes Sir.” Fearing he might appear forward, he smartly added, “I mean, if that is okay. I mean okay with you. Oh, no. If it is all right with you and Mistress.”
He gripped the sheets in his little fists as he glanced nervously away from the Bull, desperate to hear what he was about to say.
He heard Corbin words, “What do you think Slut? You think she’s learned her lesson.”
Kissing Sir on his bristled cheeks, she replied excitedly. “Yes, Sir. She’s pretty good most of the time. Shall I unlock her, or will you?”
Austin noticed how effortless it was for his wife to see him as a ‘her’. It gave him pangs of unease, yet at the same time added to his arousal.
The naked, hairy hunk clambered off the bed and made his way to his mysterious large sports bag. The one Austin was not permitted to even look inside.
“Na,” the Bull said casually, “There won’t be any need to unlock her useless little peanut.”
Austin knelt up on the bed, his fingers to his lips. How could he cum if he wasn’t to be released?
Bent over so that Riley could study her lover’s hot, tight arse, Corbin continued, “In fact, once I’ve finished training her, she won’t ever need to be unlocked, save for cleaning.”
Riley giggled. Wow, wouldn’t that be amazing. Keeping her hubby locked away and submissive and in need. She would be so much in control!
The dominant male unzipped the bag and pulled out a device, which made Riley catch her breath and draw her hands up over her mouth.
As the Bull turned around, so the dumb cuck of a maid caught sight of the mysterious object.
He two placed the fingers of both hands over his lips, making the wife and her sissy look sexily alike, like bookends. This amused Corbin.
He laughed. This was going to be mega fun.18



Now, hotwives and sissies never put themselves into the hefty shoes of Bulls. Each taking it for granted that dominant males do what they do effortlessly and with little thought.
However, the Bull’s authoritarian desires that are on constant alert, forever watching for any challenge to their position in the household, remaining only relaxed when the hot wife and dumb cuck know their positions in his life. There must be no tiresome challenges to their authority.
To achieve this, they have their strategies which the more experienced Bulls like Corbyn have polished to perfection.
You will recall that Riley, the hotwife, and Austin, the sissy cuck are dressed in matching black frilly basques, stockings and high heels. In the previous episode, the Bull, had ordered them to remove their sexy tight mesh panties to make a painfully, humbling point to his playthings.
You will also recall that following the threat of being made to lie out of the window and have a caning so harsh that Austin’s screaming would bring the neighbours out to investigate, Austin had knuckled under and obeyed the Bull. This of course wasn’t satisfying for Corbin as he now had an itch to humiliate and control further the sissy cuck.
The Bull had ordered the two ‘girls’ onto the bed, and they both, crawled up the sheets to lay face up, looking at him awaiting their next instruction.
With a grin, Corbin began to disrobe. His thick cock was already painfully erect in his pants, and he knew how both his toys would react to seeing the revealed weapon.
Austin was fully aware how his wife couldn’t keep her eyes from the hunk. In fact, her mouth hung agape, and her eyes barely blinked as each item of clothing was shed with that arrogant shit eating grin of Corbin’s.
As the muscular Corbin finally finished his disrobing by pushing down his boxers, with his eyes fixed on Riley, his huge member, finally freed, leapt up, as if on a spring, flicking silvery precum into the air like a shower.
Austin heard his wife growl with sexual need as the painful memory of his member being compared to Corbin’s hit his mind like a brick. He recalled how his wife had cum as soon as Corbin entered her and seemed to cum endlessly thereafter. Yet, when the bull directed him to make love to his wife, he couldn’t feel her, and she never physically responded to any of his efforts. Rather, she actually just chatted idly to Corbin about nothing in particular as Austin made every derisory effort to make some sort of impact on her.
The bed seemed to sink as Corbin clambered up it towards Riley, whose one stockinged leg, bent at the knee as if ready accommodate the Bull. Her hands rose up to his naked, taut shoulders and her back arched accommodatingly as her lover took his position at her pussy.
Knowing his size can cause discomfort and even turn women off, Corbin pressed in slowly, but as usual, Riley immediately moaned, her eyes closed, and she gripped his body with needy arms.
As he pressed home she came instantly.
Austin gasped almost as loudly as his wife. His own little member filling the steel chastity cage Corbin had bought for him and so cruelly locked on to his penis.
Losing count of the number of times his wife came, Austin was so turned on that he pressed his fingers against his exposed chastity cage and rubbed hard.
When Corbin finally pulled back out of his slut’s cunt, leaving a long golden trail of goo, Riley moaned, bucked and finally lay still, her breasts rising and falling through the basque as she caught her breath.
Corbin’s self satisfied smile froze as he caught sight of the foolish cuck trying to wank.
“What you doing, sissy boy?”
Having been caned not long before, with his bottom still raw, a fearful wide-eyed Austin mumbled, “Nothing. No. Sorry. Sir. I … . I …”
The smile was now gone from the Bull’s features, replaced by a hard intimidating glare.
“Don’t recall you asking permission to play with your boy pussy.”
Austin felt his eyes become hot. He knew tears weren’t far away.
He looked pleadingly at his wife, “Mistress!”
Riley smiled, placed her palm on her hubby’s hot cheek. “Aw.” She looked up at her Bull, “She didn’t mean it, Sir. I’m sure.”
He glanced down at the slut, his eyes unblinking, “You make sure your maid asks you for everything. You don’t want her taking the initiative. Not any time. They become a pain in the arse to control then.”
Riley nodded. “Oh, Sir. No. Of course not!” She turned to look at her terrified maid, looking so hot, cute and helpless, “Apologise to Sir for not asking permission to masturbate.”
Now the tears came. Full on sissy tears of helpless rage. “But Mistress. I cannot play with myself. Sir has me locked up down there and I feel so in need. Please. Please.” His wet eyes rose from his mistress to his Sir. “Please, Sir. I really need to cum. Really.”
A sympathetic Riley said, “Sir, perhaps you can allow it, this once. She does try to be good.”
Corbin was unimpressed. “Tries to be good? You mean like using my Christian name and then pleading with you to lie about her naughtiness? You mean like her trying to play with herself without asking?”
The wife felt hurt, as if her maid’s misbehaviour was somehow her fault. She felt her maid’s actions reflected badly on her, perhaps the way a mother may feel when her child is playing up amongst other children.
“Maid! Tell Sir how sorry you are.”
Austin had learnt over the last week that his once placid wife could turn in a brief moment into this tough dominatrix. Yet, it still shocked him. He recognised the change in her face, the narrowing of the eyes, the hardening of the lips. He easily recognised the chillingly cold tone she used when about to threaten him.
Yet still he felt that foolish sissy urge to rebel. To seek to reassert himself, despite wearing stockings, basque, light make up, heels and his new pixie hair style.
Apologise to Sir! To the man who had changed his relationship with his wife, from husband to maid? The dreadful bully who had locked his member into a tungsten chastity cage and not yet released him? The man who effortlessly made his wife cum. And perhaps worse, the man to whom his adorable wife now looked up to as the dominant male of the household.
“Mistress, please …”
Her look became darker, and Austin closed his wet eyes, fully aware of the inevitability of what now followed.
“Sir, I am so sorry I, erm, well, I didn’t seek your permission before I played with myself.”
The pitiful husband’s gut turned over at the shame of his actions.
Riley dropped her hand onto the sweaty, hard chest of her lover. “There, Sir. The maid’s apologised.”
Again, Sir wasn’t impressed, and Riley felt concern trouble her as Sir sarcastically laughed.
“You think the maid apologised without even looking at me? Yeh? You reckon she can close her eyes and say shit without even thinking about it? I need to see remorse!”
Riley was furious with her maid for making her look bad in her lover’s eyes. She twisted her body so she was facing her shocked maid.
“Maid!” The wife said, barely moving her lips, “Apologise to Sir this instant. And have the good grace to look at him when you are doing it. I want to see you being genuinely remorseful!”
This was too much. Shouldn’t his Mistress support him against this bully of a man?
“Mistress, I …” She only had to raise her eyebrows for Austin to sigh and nod. Defeat was becoming easier and easier for the sissy to accept as his avenues for rebelling grew ever smaller.
Through his tearful eyes, Sir was a blur, which made it a little easier. Yet, even though he could barely discern Sir’s eyes, Austin was sickened at the humiliation. The man he most hated in the world was expecting an apology and he knew he had to deliver it.
Shame made him shake as he said, “Sir, please. I am so sorry for my naughtiness today.” How it stung to use the word naughtiness, as if he were a mere child in their presence. “Please forgive me.”
Both Riley and her Hubbie held their breaths as they studied Corbin for his reaction.
Finally, as if feeling that was the best he could expect, Corbin said, “All right.”
Riley giggled with relief, feeling that somehow, she was victorious. Her maid had complied to her lover under her instructions.
Her hubby simply let himself be swallowed by the blankets on the bed, shame immobilizing him.
The bull kissed his slut on her forehead, making her grin and said, “Just give your maid six swats with the cane and I’ll consider the matter closed.”
Austin’s eyes flashed open with disbelief. The cane?
Riley relaxed and smiled. “Yes, Sir. You are so good to my maid.”
She pulled up her self up, gripped his strong shoulders and kissed him rapidly around his cheeks and mouth. Her arousal flared up again. She needed him inside her.
Corbin knew what she wanted and understood how denying her would ensure her acquiescence to his whims.
As of course, the dumb sissy cuck’s denial by being locked in chastity enhanced his submission.
His strategy was working effortlessly.
“You need to deal with your maid first,” he announced.
Austin couldn’t believe this was happening. He had already been caned. By both of them!
He desperately wanted to speak up, but he feared the reaction of the dominant Bull. He was learning, as sissies do, sometimes quickly, sometimes punishingly slowly, that a sissy does not mess with real men.
Desperately needing the thick cock inside her, Riley spoke to her maid with a tremor of impatience, “What are you waiting for? You heard Sir. Fetch your cane.”
This was so unfair!
Riley slid from the bed, feeling his basque tighten around his waist as his heels stood on the carpet.
Once he had handed his Mistress the cane he awaited her next instruction.
Wondering whether to beat him over the chair as she had done previously under the tutelage of her Master, she felt a need to impress Corbin. She would demonstrate she had her own initiative.
She knelt up on the bed as her lover released his hold on his slut.
“Maid. Face down on the quilt. Now!”
Seeing his pitiful, helpless frown, she felt empathy for her defeated hubby, but it was more important to impress Sir than to placate her maid. She could always do that later.
This was outrageous, Austin thought as he slid up the bed, feeling his sexy garb slide erotically on the smooth sheets.
Though embarrassing to have his naked buttocks exposed to his wife and her Bull whilst awaiting punishment, like all true sissies, Austin felt the stirring of sexual urges. It was a tickly warm feeling in his tummy that led to his dick filling the small tungsten cage that Sir had locked him in.
Though the six swipes of the cane stung away his stimulation, it quickly returned as his Mistress threw the cane to the floor and twisted to grin at her lover awaiting his praise.
She was perplexed to see Corbin ignore her and pat her maid’s red striped bottom. She noticed the various colours emerging around the welts, blues, pinks and angry purples.
“Maid,” Corbin said.
Fearful of being slow in responding, Austin rolled onto his side looking up at the dominant male. It was as is if the man filled their bedroom with his dark presence.
“Sir?” His eyes were like blue traffic lights as his panic overwhelmed him. Had he done something wrong?
“Maid?” Corbin repeated, all at ease and relaxed, the man in charge. “Do you want permission to cum?”
God, was this some dreadful trap. Of course he wanted to cum! Austin flashed his false eyelashes at his Mistress, in the hope of being helped with the answer.
Riley was furious. “Well, answer Sir. He has asked you a question!”
Curling his stockinged legs beneath himself, Austin knelt up and whispered, “Well, yes Sir.” Fearing he might appear forward, he smartly added, “I mean, if that is okay. I mean okay with you. Oh, no. If it is all right with you and Mistress.”
He gripped the sheets in his little fists as he glanced nervously away from the Bull, desperate to hear what he was about to say.
He heard Corbin words, “What do you think Slut? You think she’s learned her lesson.”
Kissing Sir on his bristled cheeks, she replied excitedly. “Yes, Sir. She’s pretty good most of the time. Shall I unlock her, or will you?”
Austin noticed how effortless it was for his wife to see him as a ‘her’. It gave him pangs of unease, yet at the same time added to his arousal.
The naked, hairy hunk clambered off the bed and made his way to his mysterious large sports bag. The one Austin was not permitted to even look inside.
“Na,” the Bull said casually, “There won’t be any need to unlock her useless little peanut.”
Austin knelt up on the bed, his fingers to his lips. How could he cum if he wasn’t to be released?
Bent over so that Riley could study her lover’s hot, tight arse, Corbin continued, “In fact, once I’ve finished training her, she won’t ever need to be unlocked, save for cleaning.”
Riley giggled. Wow, wouldn’t that be amazing. Keeping her hubby locked away and submissive and in need. She would be so much in control!
The dominant male unzipped the bag and pulled out a device, which made Riley catch her breath and draw her hands up over her mouth.
As the Bull turned around, so the dumb cuck of a maid caught sight of the mysterious object.
He two placed the fingers of both hands over his lips, making the wife and her sissy look sexily alike, like bookends. This amused Corbin.

Keith's Transformation Ch 4 [M30s/M30s/F30s][crossdressing][femdom][chastity][first time bi][blowjob]
Friday morning came, meaning it had been a week since their session, and Keith couldn’t stop wondering about the surprise Jasmine had mentioned. His cock was still locked away, and though he had grown used to the weight, it served as a constant reminder. He had to laugh at the irony, the cage making him horny while also preventing him from so much as getting hard, much less getting relief.
As he started getting ready for the day, he was intrigued to find a pair of silk panties and a note in his underwear drawer. He could nearly hear the words written in Jasmine’s dominant voice. “I think you should wear these today. I want to make sure you’re in the mood for tonight.” His cock fought against the cage as his thoughts fought between sexy fantasies of what was coming, and the embarrassment of wearing panties all day. Nevertheless he pulled them on, leaving his folded boxers in the drawer.
His day passed in a daze, barely able to focus on the work he was doing. His heart skipped a beat every time someone came to his desk to ask a question, and through every meeting, sure someone would notice somehow. When the end of the day came, he rushed to pack up and head out, politely declining offers to go out for a drink from a few co-workers on his team.
Dinner was mercilessly normal. Jasmine gave nothing away, almost as if she hadn’t been taunting him about tonight for a week. It wasn’t until later, as he was bent over loading the dishwasher, that she made her move. She came up behind him, hand rubbing over his ass and whispered in his ear “When you’re done there, come upstairs so we can get ready for your surprise. You’ve been such a patient girl for me.” His cock twitched against the cage as she walked off and he hurried to finish loading the last of the plates.
He came into the room as she finished laying out his outfit for the night, but he was surprised to see she wasn’t dressed yet. She looked at him expectantly and he stripped and started to put on his outfit for the night. It started with a pair of black lacy panties that swallowed up his caged package, leaving just the hint of a bulge. This was followed shortly by soft fishnet leggings, though he left the heels for now. A lacy bra matched the panties, and he was surprised to find that some clever padding and positioning turned his natural, slightly flabby chest into a perky pair of A cups, complete with a hint of cleavage. Finally, he pulled the dress on top, taking a few moments to adjust the mesh sleeves and straps, and stepped into a pair of high heels.
Once he was dressed, she sat him on the bed and grabbed her makeup. This was new, but he sat obediently as she went at him with brushes and pencils. Satisfied, she gave his ass a slap before leaving to get ready herself.
Keith stared in disbelief at the woman he saw in the full-length mirror in front of him. A pair of crimson, three-inch heels started the outfit, giving way to fishnets running up her smooth legs. The centerpiece of the outfit was a black and red gothic Lolita dress. Fluffy ruffles and frills of lace gave a playful edge to the short skirt and revealing top. Transparent black mesh covered her arms below the shoulder. The top was low cut, dipping low enough to give just a peak of her small but firm cleavage. Straps ran from the top to a trimmed collar around her neck. Her dark hair was left down, falling just short of her shoulders, framing her face. Her lips were painted with a deep red that looked nearly black, giving sharp contrast to her pale skin. Light mascara and eye shadow drew attention to her piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through Keith’s soul as he stared.
The sight left Keith in a daze, there was no way he was looking at himself. There wasn’t a trace of himself in the reflection, no matter where he looked. No, this wasn’t him anymore. Sure, Keith was the one looking into the mirror, but Kelly was staring back at him.
“How the hell did I get here?” He asked himself, then shook his head to clear his thoughts as he heard Jasmine coming back.
His eyes widened as he saw her outfit for the night. She stood before him in a white suit that had just a hint of pearlescent shine. Matching pearl earrings glinted from among her flowing hair. The suit jacket was fastened by just one button right below her cleavage, showing and framing a lacy crimson corset displaying her impressive cleavage. The crisp suit pants stopped right above her ankles, giving clear view of blood red heels to match the corset. Her own makeup was impeccably done. Around her neck was a thin silver chain. Dangling on the end, resting just above her cleavage, was a small padlock key.
“Ready to go Kelly?” She asked, taking his hand before he could respond. His heart was pounding as she grabbed her purse and pulled him to the garage. She ushered him into the passenger side of the car and climbed in. She saw the panic clear on his face and took his hand, smiling at him.
“We don’t have to go out, we can just go back upstairs. But I want to see you suck a real cock, and I think you want to be a good girl and show me, don’t you?” His submissive urge to please her warred with his humiliation, the two feelings mixing and setting off a storm of desire in his chest. She whispered in his ear and his fate was sealed. “Are you going to be my good girl?” Keith nodded weakly. He, or tonight rather she, was Jasmine’s to command.
Jasmine drove them through the town, one hand resting on Kelly’s leg for support, pulling into the parking lot of a small local bar. Once again taking her hand as they entered the bar, Kelly could feel multiple pairs of eyes on them as they entered. She supposed they did make quite the pair. Jasmine led her to a booth in the corner, leaving her to sit as she went for drinks.
A few minutes into their drinks and chatting someone approached their booth. Kelly nearly jumped in surprised as he said hi, but Jasmine clapped in excitement. “John! You’re right on time. This is Kelly, she’s who I was telling you about. Kelly this is John, he’s going to help us tonight.” She said with a knowing wink in her direction.
A few drinks and a short walk later, the three of them found themselves in a hotel room Jasmine had reserved for the night. As soon as they got in the room, Jasmine grabbed Kelly by the hair and pulled her towards the bed. John pulled off his shirt and pants, but as he was hooking in his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear he was stopped by Jasmine. “Leave the boxers, I want her to get the full reveal.” He shrugged and came to sit on the edge of the bed in front of them.
Jasmine pulled Kelly’s head in front of his crotch then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now be a good girl and give me a good show.” Kelly shuddered, her dick fighting to rise in her cage, as she looked at the obvious bulge in front of her. Jasmine let her go and moved to sit in a chair off to the side, unbuttoning her suit jacket as she sat. “I’m waiting slut.” Kelly slowly pulled off his boxers, eyes widening as his cock came into view. Already hard, he was even bigger than the strap-on Jasmine had trained her with. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and took the head in with no hesitation. She paused for a minute, not used to the taste and the warmth compared to the dildos she was used to sucking. John’s hand came to rest lightly on her head and she went to work.
She started slow, sucking gently on the head as she swirled her tongue around, then moving down his shaft slowly. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and stroked slowly as she bobbed over the first few inches of his dick. His hand pushed lightly on the back of her head, fingers twisting in her hair as she sucked and licked. Her hand moved down to play with his balls as she lowered her mouth completely down his shaft. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes as she deepthroated his dick, reveling in his soft groans as his cock stretched her throat.
Over in the chair, Jasmine’s pants were around her ankles and her fingers were rubbing her clit furiously. Her gaze fixed on the sight of Kelly on her knees, her throat bulging around John’s thick cock. “God yes baby, you’re such a good girl.” She moaned out, slipping two fingers inside herself. “Show me what a good cock sucker you are.” Kelly redoubled her efforts and started to slide faster up and down his dick. John groaned, letting her go for a few minutes before tightening his grip and taking control. He held her head in place and started thrusting at a brutal pace. Drool dripped off Kelly’s chin as he fucked her face, using her mouth fast and hard. Kelly’s dick was leaking precum into her panties as she was used like a cheap toy.
It didn’t take long before John groaned loudly and pulled her as far as he could down his dick. She felt his dick throb as he pumped his cum directly down her throat and heard Jasmine moan out loudly as her own orgasm overtook her. John pulled her off his dick, causing the last few shots of cum to fill her mouth and splash across her face. Pulling her glistening fingers from her pussy, Jasmine smiled a wicked smile as she looked at Kelly’s cum smeared face.
“Good girl. You did so well. Now for the main event...”

Chapter 1 of Finding my Position, written by me.
[Everyone is 18+ and this is fictional]
I signed the dotted line. My full legal name, of course.
I stared up at Angie. She scowled down at me, folding her arms against her chest. Did she know how her boobs pushed back against her arms like that? They looked bigger, firmer - and they were already double D's. God damn those tits. I looked back at her face. What a bitch.
She took the forms, straightened them out and put them in the yellow envelope - A4. Angie licked the glue. I remembered the feeling on my skin, on my tongue, on the tip of my dick. My dick remembered too. I clenched my fists tight.
“Wait” I said - she was going to walk out the door just then, just now.
Angie raised an eyebrow, “What Johnny? It's done.”
“Don't you want a coffee or a beer?” I gestured.
“This is my house, they may as well be my coffee and my beer. You have nothing to offer.” Her lip curled.
I felt my chest puff, I stood, hands on the kitchen island across from her, “Fuck you, you don't pay for shit, can't you stand to be around one minute?”
She put the folder on the side and came round to point an acrylic nail at my chest, “I can't stand to be around you another SECOND you fucking idiot. Do you know what you just signed?”
I smirked, “My get out of jail free card.”
“You FUCKING asshole; careless, SELFISH BASTARD. IF ANYONE'S FREE IT'S ME, I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR UGLY PATHETIC FACE ONE MORE SECOND! I'M FREE FROM YOUR STUPID DICKHEAD BULLSHIT, FREE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT, WHOEVER I WANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!”
My dick and the adrenaline lead the way. I grabbed her by the side of the head, pushing her backwards to bump into the island, bending over till my tongue reached her throat. She pushed my chest to stop me, but seemed to be squeezing my pecs over my shirt instead.
One of my hands left to trail down her body - her fragile neck, the sides of her full boobs, her upper back. I laced my fingers under the fabric of her skirt and gripped her pantie- clad ass. She was already kissing back, but to this she moaned against herself and her arms wrapped around my back.
A finger traced her asshole and then further on her pussy opening. I grinned in her mouth - she was already slick through the underwear. I rubbed circles, teasing. She moaned again and again.
I thought about our past sex, having her mouth, pussy and ass. I thought about doggy and cowgirl and even missionary crossed my mind with bliss. That time in her parents bed, that time while I was driving, that time in a pool. My dick throbbed with nostalgia of all these memories.
Simply rubbing her over her panties while I reminisced wasn't what Angie wanted. She grabbed my ears and stopped kissing me, her face pissed. She lowered my head to her cleavage, holding my head tight. I pulled back and moved my slimy fingers so I could take off her top, and my practised hands undid the bra in one motion.
I returned to smothering myself between her tits. One hand held her back steady, the other found the front zip of her skirt. Angie undid my belt buckle and shoved my jeans and boxers down together. I bit and kissed and licked her soft flesh, giving love to the last part of her that deserved it. She held my scalp tight and ground her skirt onto my naked dick, it was fully hard and I was slick from my own sweat and precum, I like to imagine they stain the material forever. She'll never wash out the juice of my cock. Through the fabric I can still place her mound and that crevice shape, I can grind along her clit and pussy like a god fearing teen boy - protected by the fabric.
I graze a nipple with my teeth, and with force attempt to swallow her whole left boob. The flesh squishes into my mouth - I get a good amount. I wish I could choke on it, feel the distinct booby skin blocking my airway. I suck and suck and she moans my name, pleading something. In my mind I've already won before either of us have finished, here she is begging for it, she wants me so badly, her voice so whiny. It occurs to me that right now, SHE is the pathetic one.
Both of my hands go down over her skirt and under the fabric, I cup her asscheeks fully, tight with my fingers. I can’t tell if I’m spreading them, or just squeezing for all she’s worth. My hands brush her panties. I can tell, they’re those basic white pants from Target, cheap bitch. I tear them open and she swears at me - it sounds like another desperate moan though. I tear the side too, and throw the crap cotton on the ground - I look over her tits at the drenched fabric. God, remind me to put that in my pocket before she kicks me out. I spread her cheeks again, and suck on the other boob. My dick feels rubbed raw from the slightly rough skirt fabric. I groan, it’s overstimulating but if I stop pistoning my hips I’ll die. I look her in the eye, she sneers at me.
It crosses my mind that if I don’t taste her pussy now - one last time, I’ll never do it again. But my dick craves her entrance so badly, there’s a desperation in my balls, if I don’t fuck her right now my head will explode. But this is the last time. Fuck. Fuck this bitch. My internal monologue falls away, all I can think about, the only thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Hands on her ass and thighs, I push her further onto the island, her arm steadies but knocks a glass onto the floor - dumb bitch, dumb horny bitch - her hole is lined up, her skirt rolled up by one hand. I don’t have to guess, my dick knows her pussyhole more than I know how to breathe, I push forward and sheath in one long, wet motion.
I stay there for a second, I almost lost it, almost came in one stroke. God she’d fucking kill me, it’d be funny but tragic.
Fuck.
The overwhelm passes. One hand on her belly, one hand in her crack, my hips could do this motion dead, I roll in and out of her wet cunt. My ballsack slaps my hand, I move it, it slaps her asshole. God grant me another dick, and a third, let me fuck her everywhere all at once.
Fuuckk.
I’m so focused on my own pleasure, I didn’t notice her panting my name. Dumb bitch.
I look down at her face. Fuck. This part of me, my dick sawing her pussyhole open, keeping it shaped to me, fuck I love her. I love her face, her hair, her lips that shake and beg for me, her eyes that water, her neck, her beautiful beautiful tits bouncy with each thrust, dancing for me. I love the width of her hips, and the squishy fat that’s accumulated over the decade, that I can grip like a pillow while I plough her. I love her waist - the very top of her bikini line that’s less tanned than the rest, the last pure strip of her skintone. I love her thighs that are wrapped around my own hips, keeping me tight, trapped in her, I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to, my dick might as well be stuck here forever. I love her cute little feet, toes tensed. She must be close, just from me pounding her. Fucking whore.
While I thrust, her liquid, the physical form of her desire and desperation for my dick leaks out, down her ass. I growl, grin, and my thick thumb rubs the slick in. I push it into my thumb’s knuckle.
I remember our fifth anniversary. We were so in love, she loved and wanted me so much, she’d do anything. Since college she’d known how badly I wanted her ass, or any ass, and seen how much anal I watched. It’d been a hard no for years, I didn’t even ask anymore. But there, at that cheap swiss chateau on a single bed, I removed her lace panties with my teeth to be greeted by the base of her buttplug. She smiled at me with so much love, and bit her lip. God. I fucked her for two minutes, came, and stayed inside her tight asshole. I kissed her, and cuddled. But my boner wasn’t fading, and I grunted with the feeling coming back. The lube had dried, but we didn’t need it, my cum lubed her better than anything, and I fucked her in so many positions that by the end, when I drizzled a pathetic stream, one or two bursts, my dick went soft and raw. I passed out with not a sperm left in my balls.
That was the first and last time she ever let me in the backdoor, and even now she scowled at me for my only thumb. Warning me that her ass will never let my dick in again.
I scowled back, and picked up the pace. My balls swung steady, not betraying my fury to lust.
I fucked her like she deserved, like a whore. “Tell me you’re a whore.” I growled.
“Fuck you”, she spat, breathy, sweaty.
“Tell me you’re a cumdump slut depressed for my dick, tell me you want it, tell me you’re my bitch.” I was close again. My thighs were beating her ass, I moved my left hand to grasp her tit hard, pulling the nipple like a cow. My thumb stayed tight.
“Fuck you, you bastard. Hey, you’re gonna come already? Limp bastard.”
Godddd fuck.
“HEY! Look at me, look at my face!”, my eyes strayed from my pumping dick killing her pussy, past her - fuckkkk - past her boobs, to her spiteful, red face.
“Do not cum yet you bastard! Do not! Don’t you fucking dare cum yet, can’t you do one thing right? Don’t you fucking dare cum Johnny!”
My balls heard different. My balls heard, “Cum for me Johnny.” “Please, Johnny fuck me, cum for me!” “Johhhnny please please please.” “Cum on my tits Johnny please.” “Johnny I love you, cum for me Johnny.”
Both hands moved to hold her hips tight, she kept yelling but I couldn’t hear,
I thrust hard, and held her hips tight to mine,
“FUCKKKKK ANGIE ANGIE Angie. Angie Fuckk. God fuck.” I came in her hard, my vision blacked out, my dick spurt, I felt the cum of years exit my balls, cum from college, from our first apartment, the engagement, the wedding, cum from the two week honeymoon, cum from years and years of birthdays and christmas and new years and valentines and -
My face was in her cleavage again. There was a faint spasm around my dick, I looked up. Angie was riding the end of her own climax. I had cum so hard I hadn’t noticed her orgasm on my dick, from my cum. It’s been years since we came together.
I sucked a bit of titty in my mouth. She looked down on me, panting. My soft dick flopped out, cum splashed and dripped on the floor - both of ours.
I stood up. I looked at her dripping pussy, and at the mess on the floor of what’s her house now. I couldn’t help but grin as I pulled up my shorts and jeans, buckling the belt.
“Johhny-”
I got my coat. It was a nice denim jacket with a soft lining, no sleeves. My pal Ricky had put some neat patches on. I’d gotten it recently, as a sign I was coming back to myself. My dick was still a little wet in my boxers, but it’s fine, I’d shower at home.
At home.
I walked out the door, Angie was still on the counter. I glanced at the living room, the kitchen, and the door to the dining room. The stairwell. Her house now, or at least her house when the fucking deadbeat lawyers did their jobs.
I left my home, didn’t lock the door, I didn’t have the key anymore, not the right one.
She was on birth control, one of those long-term ones, but goddamn imagine that my cum was so potent, so angry, so ready that she got pregnant with my kid from that. Imagine after she’s just kicked me out, my little bastard grows inside her. God give my cum the strength to tell her to fuck herself. God I pray she never finds a dick that fits like mine, god give her pencil dicks and erectile dysfunction.

Yesterday was a long day. I had 19 customers. 3 wanted anal sex, in addition to the standard package of sucking and fucking. One was so nervous that he could not finish, and the rest just boring. My last customer was an asshole, he grabbed me wherever he could and fucked me hard, when he was close to finish, he asked, “how much to swallow?!?,” and of course I said NO.
A question I receive almost every day, when customers have a good time, they want the girlfriend experience, and are eager to pay me more for a higher risk! But honestly, I don’t blame them, I understand, it has something porno-like, something naughty, forbidden, something maybe their wife at home refuses to do. But let's not forget that it is unsafe, a NO-GO, besides, taking a throbbing cock in my mouth and swallow a load will be difficult with a condom on it. Fortunate, most customers cum nicely in the condom.
When I started my business, I was very insecure, inexperienced, nervous and sometimes I said YES when I should have said NO, mainly because I thought I wasn’t doing It well enough and needed customers. How stupid I was! I could have easily got an STD from it.
There is more I should be able to do well, but a blowjob is perhaps the most important of my business. I usually put the condom on with my mouth. That's something that poses a bit of danger, but only if it goes wrong. If I put on the condom with my mouth, there is the risk that my lips shoot over it and I make body contact with his cock. For my customers it’s less fun with a condom because they feel me less. I had to learn how to adapt my technique to it. Sucking a cock condom has to be with more pressure, and I have to be really careful for my teeth, not to damage the condom.
In my private life I sometimes don't use condoms for blowjobs, then I’m less strict as I am with my customers. I do that to taste it, because I love giving head, and if it’s in my mouth, why not swallow it? Needless to say, that I did swallow my ex-husband, several dates and ex-boyfriends. But lately I don’t date much, finding a romantic partner who is open-minded enough to date a prostitute is not easy. The biggest challenge is finding someone who really wants to be with me and not just want the "I got to fuck a prostitute for free" experience.
I've also dealt with jealousy and possessiveness, which really doesn't work for me. but I do understand that the idea of dating a prostitute can be intimidating and arousing at the same time for men in many ways. Dating isn't easy for anyone, still, I believe in love. My ultimate dream scenario is that my partner is supportive, and happy for me that I enjoy my work that supports me financially.
Tip: “If a woman swallows you better marry her, she'll do anything to make you happy!”
I hope you enjoyed reading this post; I decided to write about what’s it like to be a prostitute as a single mother of 2. Why? Because I can't talk about it with my family and friends. My family don't want to know about it, and my friends only judge me, so I decided to join REDDIT so I can tell in this community my story undisturbed.
I created my own community on REDDIT: “Life_as_a_Sex_Worker” hope to see you all there, many more post will follow. Any questions, suggestions? Send me a private message, big hugs to you all XXX

Taming of the brat. A story
A devious smile was curved on my face the whole drive home. You went too far today. It takes a lot to rattle my cage. You know that. I'm calm and patient, and smile at all your pouty whining, laugh at your shit talking, and acting like a brat. It's adorable.
It drives you insane. It fuels me.
You love and crave the attention. But of course, so do I.
It's our own little tango. This back and forth. This perfectly balanced dance we do. You're my baby girl, my princess, my good girl. And I know I spoil you rotten. But after all, you are my pet. My plaything.
Always ready to please me. Always in heat. Always on the edge.
You broke a very important rule.
You came without permission. And without me.
We know what's coming. I grinned, touching the buckle of my belt as I pulled up. You know what's coming. You wanted it. You are a masochist after all. But you had no idea what was coming later tonight. Tonight, I was going to tame that brat.
I found you in the bedroom in position. Hands on top of the dresser, naked with your panties down to your knees. Ready for inspection. I saw the smirk on your face when you stuck your ass out and spread your legs. I could smell it across the room. My favorite smell.
I slid the belt out of the loops of my pants. I saw both the excitement and fear your eyes showed in the mirror as I stood behind you. You already knew you went too far, but you were greedy. I slid my fingers over your pussy, still warm, still wet. Sliding my fingers into the folds and over your clit I could tell how sensitive it was. But you were still in heat. Perfect.
I licked the taste of it on my fingers as you smirked at me in the mirror. Another time, I raised the fingers to your mouth, watching you hungrily lick the juices off. Being such a good slut for Daddy. She knows what gets me.
Then I grabbed your ponytail and pulled your head back, gripping my hand around your throat. Speaking softly
So my princess decided to cum without Daddy today?
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I just got so excited thinking about you."
Oh babygirl, you will be sorry. I told you to assume the position and you complied like a good pet. Bent over with your tits on the dresser while i tightened my grip on the belt.
SMACK
Who does this pussy belong to?
"You, sir!"
Good girl
SMACK
And your orgasms belong to me?
"Yes, sir!"
Good girl. Daddy enjoys your orgasms. Daddy is selfish and wants them all to himself.
SMACK...every SMACK...last SMACK...one
I kept going until your ass was rosy red and then rubbed your ass as you squirmed around. I reached my hand between the lips of your pussy and felt it dripping.
I smiled and threw you on the bed. You got on all fours and raised your ass in the air towards me. My sweet slutty pet. You know I can't resist the pleasure. My cock was was already hard, throbbing in my pants.
I wrapped the belt around your throat and slapped your pussy teasingly over and over. The whining and moaning got me first. It gets me off. That torturous want of pleasure, needing it so bad. Its a drug to me. Then the begging. It gets me so worked up. Then I start fingering you like the animal in heat you are. Thriving on your moans, taking you to the edge. Every single sensation, every quiver, i just get off on. Every time you cum is a like a hit.
You came hard after fingering you for a while. And that did it. My cock was aching for it. I shoved my cock in your warm aching pussy and pulled the belt tighter around your neck and fucked you until you couldnt stop cumming.
You're finally out of breath and roll over. That's when I straddle you, tying your hands up above your head with the belt looped through the headboard.
I began fucking your mouth and sweetly slapped your face to make eye contact. I grinned, looking down at you. I know you love it so much, you can't resist. I grabbed your wand and pressed it to your pussy as I fucked your mouth deeper, holding it while you came again and again.
You were out of breath, and your pussy was so tender and throbbing. I saw that weak look in your eyes, you couldnt go anymore. Then, the whimpering and begging when I smiled. You knew the smile.
Dont forget. Im a pleasure sadist. We have all night

Hello gear nuts. I'm back again peddling my experiments in signal-mangling. Help me fund the next parts order. :-).
This post is mostly for people interested in buying, but I love a trade! If you're interested in trading see my latest post in /letstradepedals. I post there every other week, usually on Tuesday. I got non-DIY stuff in the trade post, too.
What I got for sale is hand-built stuff that I made, mostly relatively unique or heavily tweaked designs built on vero or point to point. Many are housed in upcycled tins, a few in hammond boxes. I've also got small practice amps built inside whatevers that you can crank up and enjoy at low volumes. They all run on standard 9v pedal power.
PRICES DON'T INCLUDE SHIPPING -- I ship USPS priority using pirateship.com, so expect shipping to be between $5 and $15 depending on how close you are to Tennessee. Would prefer to not deal with international shipping, but if you want it bad enough to pay for it, I'm game.
I accept Paypal or Venmo.
MOBILE USERS: There are 4 columns in the table below: Name, Price, Links, and Notes. If you don't see all 4, scroll over or ask for more info.
Fuzzes

Name	Price	Links	Notes
Bazz Me Fuss You #1	$90	PIC DEMO	A bazz-fussified perversion of the Escobedo push-me-pull-you, featuring controls for octave and volume. This is the first unit I've built using my own custom PCB. Housed in a painted 125B with top jacks.
Space Fuzz	$80	PIC DEMO	This is a Hollis crash sync fuzz that I souped up with an LFO to modulate the filtesync frequency. Really wild flangery/phasey type gated fuzz sound. At the right settings you can get some octave-down effects as well. Housed in a ~3.5 inch square game tin reinforced with recycled plastic. Pretty pleased with this build.
SwirlFuzz	$75	PIC DEMO	Modulated octave fuzz prototype. It's an octave fuzz, but you can switch on an LFO to modulate the octave amount. Controls for Rate, Depth, Gain, and Volume, plus switches for waveshape and mode (Normal/Octave/Modulated). In a circular tin reinforced with recycled plastic.
Big Green Fuzz for Attractive Bass Players	$75	PIC Demo	Like my bazz-me-fuss-you circuit, but with a big muff tone stack, a clean blend, and optional clippers for more compression. Housed in a big round tin reinforced with recycled plastic and designed specifically for attractive bass players. Unattractive ones may not really gel with this.
Creature from the planet Chyowngg	$65	PIC Demo	Prototype of a unique fuzz I've been developing that I call the Chyowngg fuzz. It's a 2-stage octaver that gives a bright synthy tone with a distinctive envelope (hence the name). You can toggle each stage from octave to non-octave mode for a variety of interesting timbres. Also has a tone control, but the tone control is before the octave stages so it results in interesting behaviors depending on the switch settings. It's in a tin meant to be painted like an alien, though some say it looks more like a triceratops.
Baller Fuzz	$60	PIC DEMO	Another Bazz-Me-Fuss-You build with an added BMP-style tone control. In a slightly beaten-up heart-shaped basketball tin. Y'all ready for this?
Avengers Fuzz 2 TRADE IN PROGRESS	$50	PIC Demo	A harmonic percolator-based fuzz with three modes: "Captain America" mode gives a modest fuzz with good cleanup; "Hulk and Thor" mode is a fat, saxy fuzz with modest gating; "Iron Man mode" is a compressed high-gain fuzz with heavy gating. Housed in a puzzle tin with the Avengers on it.
Happy ChrizzMuss Tree Fuzz TRADE IN PROGRESS	$50	PIC Demo	Another gated double-bazz-fuss type fuzz, this one features a bias knob for adjusting the bias of the first stage and a bass boost switch. Housed in a Christmas tree tin.
Wiff Spwinkles on Top	$50	PIC Demo	This point-to-point fuzz lives in the same neighborhood as the Harmonic Percolator, but has a few differences. I altered the way the gain knob works, and added a switch to toggle bass cut. It's housed in an ice-creamity welly tin.
Dumbo's Bazzrite Fussrite	$50	PIC Demo	A bazz-fussified mosrite fuzzrite circuit I cobbled together in point-to-point wiring style. Housed in a little Dumbo puzzle tin with GLITTER! Controls are for balance (kind of tone-cum-gain) and volume.

Drives, Distortions, and Boosts

Name	Price	Links	Notes
Bronze Drive	$90	PIC Demo	This is a point-to-point, transistor based overdrive I designed based loosely on the Davisson Easy Drive. Good for low-gain crunchy tones and plenty of output volume on tap if you want it for a boost. Tone circuit is like a BMP stack but with a mid hump instead of a mid cut. Housed in a painted 125B with top jacks.
Copper ZenerMorph Drive	$65	PIC Demo	This is an experiment in zener diode clipping. Nice crispy drive that gets beefier as you turn up the gain, lots of good edge-of-breakup tones to be had. Housed in a decorated tin reinforced with some plastic.
GOOST	$65	PIC	A simple JFET boost vaguely based on the Runoffgroove Fetzer valve. Switch toggles bass cut for a treble-boosting sound. Point-to-point build housed in a small tin reinforced with recycled plastic.
B is for Beast	$55	PIC DEMO	This fun little drive/boost consists of two cascading MOSFET gain stages with optional clipping in between. It goes from clean and loud to massive wall-of-gain distortion nicely. Controls for gain, clipping, and volume. In a small heart-shaped tin about 4in by 4in.
Shining Hope Drive	$40	PIC Demo	Differential mirroring drive, gives a kind of overdriven-mixer-channel distortion. Controls for gain, tone, and volume. Housed in a star-shaped Christmas tin.
Green Sparkler Boost	$35	PIC	Just an Escobedo Duende JFET boost built point-to-point in a sparkly little round tin. Gives a little gain and a bit of warmth to the tone.

Non-Dirt

Name	Tier	Links	Notes
Gift of Chykka Wakka	$70	PIC DEMO	First build of an all-transistor envelope filter I designed. Built point-to-point style and housed in a little giftbox tin reinforced with recycled plastic. Controls for Q and Sweep, switch toggles envelope smoothing.
Vortex of Funk	$70	PIC DEMO	Second build of the Chykka-Wakka circuit, this one features attack, Q, and range controls. Built point-to-point and housed in a painted tin.
BZZZ BOOP BEEP	$70	PIC DEMO	A basic square wave oscillator on a momentary switch. Can go from bzzz to boop to beep with a sweep of the big knob. Also has tone and volume controls, and a 3-way switch for different decay amounts. Use it to simulate a spring door stopper or dying cow. Or bleep your foul-mouthed frontman. Or mess with the sound guy. Or send Morse code to the bar. I dunno. Housed in a painted tin reinforced with recycled plastic.

Little Amps

Name	Price	Links	Description
Ample iMank	$65	PICS DEMO	This is a Runoffgroove Ruby Amplifier built into this old multimedia speaker enclosure designed to look like an old iMac. Glows blue when you turn it on. It runs from a standard 9v pedal power. It's not terribly loud, nor terribly clean, but if you dig the classic mac vibe it might be fun. Controls for gain and volume, and a power switch on the back.
Nosy Amp	$75	PICS DEMO	Another solid-state amp based on the Ruby amplifier, housed in a repurposed bookshelf speaker. This one actually has pretty decent volume, even on 9V (can run on 12V as well for more), and can stay clean while getting loud enough for a quiet jam with friends.
Fleur-de-Lis Amp	$90	PICS DEMO	A tiny bookshelf speaker turned into a practice amp. This one features a class D power amp for lovely cleans, and a custom designed discrete preamp that gets punchy & crunchy when cranked. Runs on 9V but pretty loud nonetheless.

That's all for now. I just keep building and building, though, so there'll be more.

Hello thank you for taking the time to read/listen to my story. This is the story of my illness. I was not a heavy child.. i was very normal. I cant really pinpoint why this happened to me or when it began.. I remember my grandmother admonishing me for eating too much and telling me id get fat, In fact my parents always tell this story of how one Passover they found me eating matzah balls in the bathroom. Everyone would laugh at this memory, however in the context of my life and my problems, this incident was not cute and funny. Maybe it was the beginnings of my illness. First time I can remember being unhappy or concerned about my weight was in high school. I always felt beautiful but wished i was 5-10 lbs less. Sophomore year of high school i had started trying to watch my weight…. Calorie counting skipping meals and Not eating enough and would eventually binge. I remember fasting the whole day and then losing control when i got home from school. My father has been obese most of my life. He has Gained and lost hundreds of lbs. I was so afraid to become like him. I had seem some life time movie around this time and got the idea for purging. It only happened a few times in high school. Mostly things were ok… I had started to exercse and walk a lot. Purging was occasional. The summer after my freshman year of college my dad did weight watchers. I joined him. I lost 20 or so lbs. and felt amazing. I had the body I always wanted and so much male attention. I have always loved male attention. I lost the weight with diet and exercise, but was so afraid to gain it i resorted purging. Binging and purging took hold off me in college… it became part of who i was…. I never told a soul. I was so ashamed that i kept this secret all to myself never telling a friend, a boyfriend not even my mother. I kept thinking i would stop one day… i knew i was hurting myself, but certainly i would stop i wouldn’t keep doing this forever.
I graduated college summa cum laude. Worked multiple jobs and internships during college, all the while carrying my dirty secret with me. But it felt like if no one knew it wasnt real. I complartmentalized it. And just pretended it wasn’t happening. I lost my period around this time, mentioned it to my doctor, she didn’t seem concerned so i didnt worry about it. She put me on birth control pills to regulate my cycle.
While no one in my life knew about my disease, the problem was my body knew. After college i met my husband and we got married. He always put me on a. Pedestal. Thought i was amazing,,,, i worked so hard at exercise and had such self control around food. I felt like the biggest hypocrite. My husband has his own food issues and never noticed mine.
When we decided to have children i realized something was wrong. I had lost my period in college and it never returned. We started seeing fertility specialists, and we had to do ivf to have children. I always thought that maybe it was related to my ed but put those thoughts out of my head. Pregnancy was amazing. I loved it so much. It was the only time in my life that i loved my body. My round belly was a beatiful baby growing inside me. I had a break from my ed during this time. I gained so much weight during this pregnancy. I ate all the things i didnt allow myself to have regularly.
As soon as my son was born my ed was back with a vengeance. The grace and love i showed myself while pregnant was gone. I starved myself so much that i wasnt able to breast feed. I was so malnourished and dehydrated all the time. Exercised so much i caused stress fractures. My hair was coming out in clumps. This may have been the worst my ed ever was.
No one noticed. Every one applauded how i lost the baby weight so fast… boy did i look great.
My teeth has become a serious issue. Bulimia destroys your teeth… i had already had a cavity in every tooth in my mouth and many root canals…. Now i started to lose my teeth, abscesses and implants became my life. Constant pain…
I was still engaging in ed behaviors…. I wanted to stop… but maybe not yet….
When i went to get pregnant a second time i had to return to ivf clinic… this time some test they ran alarmed them. I was lacking a hormone that i should have.. this could be a sign of a brain tumor… though doctor also mentioned an ED could cause this.. but i didnt have one right?
Of course not I said…. Too ashamed to admit what i had been doing to myself for the last decade.
They did a brain scan and no tumor was found of course. The ed caused brain damage…. I didnt know this was possible…. Researching more I began to understand that all of my fertility issues were most likely caused by my bulimia. Drs said sometimes its a mystery… i suspect those times are patients who wont admit what they have done to themselves.
I was absolutely terrified….. and desperately wanted and needed to stop. But couldnt……. I started reading self help books….. and researching therapists…. But was too afraid and ashamed to every reach out.
More years passed like this…. My ed a dark passenger with me for life. Most good memories if i think about the day are somewhat marred by the memory of binging and purging that day. Mostly life was good… my children were growing and flourishing. I had become a math teacher and absolutely love my job. My marriage was not great… but how could it be. I was married to someone who didnt really know who i was.. How can someone know me if they didn’t know so much. I felt disconnected from him and uncared about. He was willfully oblivious to me.
Summer 2019. I am struggling with alcohol…… unhappy marriage and of course the ed. I found a diary entry from this time. I am so sad and lonely and afraid. I wont actually say the words eating disorder… but i allude to the problem. I wont even tell my diary the truth.
October 2019 i was raped. This was too much for me to handle. I was very intoxicated when it hpppened i was out at a bar and drank too much. A young man took advantage of me. I dont really remember much.
It was very confusing for me… i felt like i cheated but i knew I hadn’t planned to or thought to.
I was not happy in my marriage but had never ever thought of cheating.
I knew my husband would blame me. He always hated my drinking (he never drank) I decided I would keep this secret too . Lock it away with my eating disorder. Pretend it didnt happen.
But this was not so easy. I was absolutely falling apart. Having trouble concentrating because i was so stuck in my head. My drinking had escalated and every time I drank I would black out.
I told my husband about my ed at this time because for the first time it didnt feel like the worst secret I had.
He was shocked… concerned and a bit angry. How could i keep this from him all these years… it was a lie. He may not have married me if he knew. We had a friend who was open about her ED. He would always say very unkind things about her. He has tried to be supportive.. but seems to always say the wrong things. And he has some serious food issues himself that he wont address. He makes things harder for me. His moods, his issues with food his pot usage.
I had started chatting online anonymously after the rape. I didnt want to confide in anyone IRL. I didnt think my husband would be able to handle it. I always felt the need to protect him and everyone from my issues. But online i could be honest and open. I talked about the rape and also my eating disorder. Holy shit did that feel good.
Online talk turned into pictures and online play
God was this addictive. The attention… the positive reinforcement. Men were worshipping my body. They appreciated all the “work” i put into it.
My husband caught me over and over. But i kept doing it
Last summer I sought treatment at Alsana. I stayed for 3 weeks. It was the first time i met other people who have suffered like i have. First time i could talk openly with people who understood and could help me.
Since i was at Asana i only have resorted to “behaviors” twice. It used to be many times a day so twice in a year is amazing.
I have continued to struggle with over exercise and restriction. I have had a lot of knee issues…. I need to dial back my exercise. But its so so so hard.
I have worked with a nutritionist and a therapist this year. And found them helpful…. But its so hard to let go of something that feels like its part of who you are. I think this is why ed is so hard to treat. Doesn’t feel like an illness. Feels like we want to be this way.
It is so important that I get bettter. I have a 10 year old daughter who wants to be just like me. I am her hero… I want to be a good role model for healthy behavior. I am so afraid she will emulate me, I dont want this life for her. I am back this year to focus on restriction, variety and reducing my exercise. I am very motivated and I hope I can accomplish a lot while I am here.
It is so wonderful not to feel alone any more. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

THIS STORY BEGAN AS A BDSM-INCESTY STORY AND TURNED IT FORCED-TRANS! Dale hated his stepmom Helen and caught her cheating. He blackmailed her into becoming his sex slave. But soon he fell in love with her and maybe got her pregnant. Then Dad caught them, there was a struggle with a gun then ended with Dad dead. Dale and Helen fled to Mexico with Dad's millions to where Helen's stepmom lives in a mansion, which is where Helen force-transitioned Dale.
Sound complicated? That's because it takes place over three parts. This is the final part of the story: Dale's new life as Mom's trans sex slave, Dalia. Here's part 3, where the story turns forced-trans:
https://www.reddit.com/transgenderfantasy/comments/1cggg3a/my_loving_mother_forced_transbdsmincest/
My stepmom’s fist pistoned deeply up my asshole, grazing my prostate and making it ache harder with every thrust. Distractedly I felt my precum dripping down my erect cock, but I was too busy swallowing to pay close attention. My mom’s Mexican stepmom kept emptying her bladder into my mouth.
I’d been tricked and kidnapped by my stepmom, Helen, enslaved and force-transitioned from a twenty-year-old dude into a hot-looking, big-titted shemale. We were deep in Mexico, living in a compound that would have cost ten-million-dollars back in Los Angeles. Worst of all, she had framed me for my own father’s murder after she’d stolen all his money, so even if I escaped I couldn’t go back to the USA.
And worst of all? I didn’t know why, but I loved the way it felt, both Mom fisting my ass and her mom peeing down my throat. I guess that since I was trapped in my slavery, my only option was to surrender to it and learn to love it. Second worst was that, despite what Mom had done to me, I was still in love with her.
I wanted her to be proud of her son: the slutty shemale slave.
“That’s it, baby,” Dolores cooed. “Drink the rest of your *abuelita’*s piss like a good girl. Mmmmm. Now lick my pussy nice and clean!”
I buried my tongue in the hot GMILF’s cuntal folds, excited to service the smoldering Latina beauty. And I wanted Mom to be pleased with what a good slave I was. I desperately wanted to have regular sex with her again. Or any kind of sex. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
“That’s such a good girl, Dalia. Look back at Mommy.”
I turned my head as best I could in the stocks and regarded her with shining eyes. “Yes, Mistress!”
“So you love the nasty things your mommies are doing to you? You would gladly do whatever we said?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
She paused fisting me and bent forward to kiss me. “Please call me Mom or Mommy. I like that better.”
“Yes, Mom!”
The relief of her slowly withdrawing fist from my ass triggered a P-gasm and made me spurt a huge glut. My Latina step-grandmother caught my load in her hand and fed it to me while Mom wiped the lube and anal juices from her hand and forearm.
“Let’s take a shower, baby, and I will tell you your future.”
Mom and I embraced and kissed deeply as the hot spray played on out tingling bodies. I loved how my new breasts crushed against hers. The day before, the idea of being a girl and having tits would have been foreign to me but now I loved this. Perhaps all the while I’d jacked off to shemale porn some part of me fantasized of being a chick with a dick!
Mom soaped me while she spoke. “My plans for you have changed, baby.”
“What do you mean, Mom?”
“Dolores and I have done what we did to you before. Many times to various young men. Ten were sons of men we ‘married.’ I had real affection for all those boys, but you’re the first I ever fell in love with.” She kissed me. “When you released me from slavery so soon, it showed character none of the others have.”
“I just loved you too much to keep you as my slave.”
She curled her hand around my cock. “As you will soon see, my new daughter, the love between dominant and slave can be very intense. Usually we sell off the sissies and shemales we’ve transitioned. Rich men and women who enjoy your kind.” She gripped it hard, making me wince. “But I am keeping you for myself.”
Still locked onto my dick, she kissed me hard and raped my mouth with her tongue. When she was done, she forced me to my knees and told me to lick her asshole until she was satisfied. I was in heaven!
The next day began my intensive training in Femininity, cooking, maid service and Spanish. I also had the joy of being a dress-up doll for my stepmother, who seemed to relish just how girly she could make me look: sweet, sophisticated or slutty. I got massive boners as she showed me how sexy a girl I could be. At night I slept in a doggy bed at the foot of their bed. I jacked off, hearing them fuck every night.
After two weeks I could walk gracefully in four-inch heels all day while I cleaned their huge home, served them dinner, massaged them, and orally serviced them, which they both seemed to love. I could also now hold basic conversations in my new language.
“It will come in very handy when you start your new job tomorrow afternoon, mija,” Mom said using the endearing term for daughter.
The look in her eyes made me shiver. “What job, Mami?”
It turned out on the adjacent property, my stepmom and her mom owned a high-end brothel for the wealthy residents in the region and any horny guy who could scrape together the equivalent of $500 USD for an hour. That was the minimum price to be with one of their whores, of which I’d be one.
Dolores and Mom escorted me to a second-floor hallway when ten of the doors were painted lavender-purple. They explained these were the sissies and shemales, all of which they had transitioned.
“And in here is your room when you’re not serving us at home.”
It was big with a large bed and a closet filled with lingerie and fetishwear. The dresser held a variety of sex toys. Two easy chairs sat on the wall right next to the bed. Mom and her mom sat in them and told me to strip. Soon I stood naked in front of the bed.
“Put on a good show for your Mamis,” Dolores said.
I wondered what she meant until the door opened a minute later. Eleven youngish, well-built Latinos sauntered into the room, all of them wearing shorts, jerseys and sports shoes. Most of them were very handsome. They all looked at me like a banquet.
“This is our regional soccer team,” Helen said. “We’ve arranged this in appreciation of their efforts.”
“She’s all yours, boys,” Dolores said.
They picked me up like a gym bag and deposited me in the middle of the mattress, doggy-style. Save for my frequent pegging by Helen and Dolores, my shemale ass was virgin when it came to man-cock. I’d anticipated them getting a real dick for me at some point; just not eleven all at once! I was intensely glad. I spread my knees wide to provide total access to my asshole and wiggled my ass, whimpering for cock.
By now I knew enough Spanish so when the youngest and cutest of them said, “look how the hot slut wants it,” I nodded my head and panted.
“Anyone can see that, Ernesto,” said his teammate. “You’re the star player so you go first.”
“There is lube on both nightstands,” Mom said.
“My spit will be good enough,” Ernesto said. “Your bitch is so sexy I must taste her sexy pussy!”
I moaned at his hot tongue pressing into my asshole, but my sound of pleasure was cut off by an eight-inch dick pressing into my open mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, thrilled that not one man but eleven of them would take my cherry today.
I groaned in ecstasy as Ernesto’s dick slid deeply into my tranny cunt. I shoved my butt back against his thrusts, driving his dick even deeper into my hungry hole. Another of them crowded in by my face, so I alternated between sucking one, then another.
I lost track of time but eventually one of the guys fucking my mouth announced we was going to cum. Helen and Dolores came up to the bed so they could watch their tranny daughter take her first taste of semen.
“Open wide, mija,” Mom said. “Make your Mamis proud.”
Thick, stringy jizz splattered onto my lips and tongue, jetted into the back of my mouth. The taste made me dizzy with lust as I swallowed it all and sucked the left of it out of his dick. The smell of cum filled the air, and that’s when Ernesto seized my hips and shot his load up my ass.
“Clean his cock, slave,” Mom announced and he pulled out of me.
Without hesitation I followed my mistress-mom’s orders, eagerly sucking lube, cum and my own ass juices of his still-hard brown cock. The guy fucking my mouth moved around to take my ass and a new man poked his tool into my mouth.
It felt like for hours I sucked and fucked those rugged, hunky men while my stepmom and sexy step grandmother watched. The last guy to fuck me peed up my ass, then he smacked my butt with a big grin and got dressed with the rest of them. I lay on the bed, filled and covered with their hot, sticky seed.
Helen took a knee next to me on the bed. “I am so proud of you, my sweet Dalia. You were so sexy, so powerful taking on all those men. Do you know how perfect a girl you make?”
I looked up at her in adoration. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby. Tell me the truth. Do you like being Dalia? You don’t have to be her. “We could stop giving you hormones and get a doctor to remove your breasts. You’d still have a girl’s waist, but—”
“I love being Dalia. And I love being your slave. When we left America, I could never have imagined I’d love all this, but now that I have, I want to stay a girl. And a sex slave.”
Dolores smiled down at me. “Didn’t I tell you she would, baby? Our girl was born for this. I’m glad you saw it.”
Mom stood and extended her hand. “Come with me, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up. Tonight you sleep in the bed with Mom and me.”
That night was like heaven. They took me into their bed where they lay together, fully nude. Mom and her stepmom were so gorgeous as a lesbian couple, like a pair of angels. They sat me up against the padded headboard and began to make love in front of me.
“Mamis, you are so beautiful!” I gasped in perfect Spanish.
The sight of them deep-kissing, sucking each other’s nipples, fingering their pussies and assholes, going down on each other got me so hard my dick did pushups. Finally when they included me in their lesbo tryst, I was mindless with lust.
“Just lie there and let us love you, mija,” Dolores said.
For ten minutes they just kisses and caressed every inch of me except my cock. Mom breathed on the blood-swollen head of my cock a few times, making my boner rage even harder. It kept throbbing, lifting off my girlish tummy in time with my racing heart.
“I think she will cum too soon,” Helen said.
“Yes, but I think she will stay hard if she does.”
“You should do it, Mom,” Helen giggled. “Feed it to her.”
That was when my Mexican step-grandmother’s full, bow-shaped lips encircled my cockhead and slurped it into her mouth. Dolores was actually fifty-two but looked ten years younger, her body firm and tight and shapely. Her smoldering brown eyes linked with mine as she sucked my tranny cock while the ache in my balls reached orgasm.
“Oh, Mami!” I groaned as I felt my balls drain into her mouth.
Mom’s sexy mother straddled me, her large tits hanging as she bent to kiss me. I whimpered as my load flooded through my lips. She and I caressed each other tongues, sticky with my jizz, and slowly drank it. Then she knelt over my face and lowered her moist pussy to my mouth.
“Eat your grandma’s pussy, little hermana,” she cooed.
While I licked her mom’s cunt, Helen stroked my cock into a new erection. I moaned into Dolores’ pussy until Mom had got me fully hard again. Then Mom mounted me cowgirl-style and fed me into her hot, clinging vagina. I thought I might die from pleasure.
“Time for a new taste, Dalia,” the older woman said.
She turned around and positioned her asshole onto my mouth. Hungrily I lapped away at the brown-pink hole, while she leaned forward to French kiss her daughter riding my cock. For hours we made love and fucked and cuddled in the bed. They spit-roasted me twice with dildos they had ready for me. We all slept naked, cuddled together.
The next morning began as usual, except I rose from their bed for a change. I donned my household serving lingerie—panties, bra, self-gartered, lacy hose and 3-inch pumps—and served them fresh-ground coffee in bed. They both seemed a bit sad but I knew better than to ask questions of them first thing in the morning.
Unusually, after I’d made breakfast for the three of us, I was allowed to sit at the table with them and eat. Usually I ate standing at the kitchen counter or, if they felt playful, from a dog-food bowl by the dining room table. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the suspense.
“May your girl ask a question?”
“You want to know why we are being so nice to you,” Mom said.
“Yes, Mommy.”
“We are very sorry, Dalia,” Dolores said, “but the man who owns the soccer team has become interested in you. He offered us a quarter-million dollars American for you.”
“Of course we said no until he said he would make trouble for us. Then he said we’d better take the money or he would take you for free and still make trouble for us with the Federales.”
My eyes filled with tears. “What does he want me for, Mom?”
“A personal slave, baby,” Helen said. “For serving and sex and whatever he wants.”
“He will tire of you eventually and we will buy you back.”
I looked at Dolores, sick with grief and fear. “Really?”
“That is what we hope, mija.”
“Look on the bright side, baby,” Mom soothed. “Nobody can better help you become a woman than a man, especially one such as he. Being his slave will make the lessons that much deeper.”
Mom’s phone beeped. She looked at the display. “He’s on his way here. Let’s get you ready to go, baby.”
They arrayed me in classic, three-piece lingerie: push-up bra, bikini panties, and garterbelt holding up seamed stockings, all white lace. The dress looked like a wedding gown but it was sheer, showing off my large breasts and my tranny cock. Despite my sadness and anxiety, I couldn’t help being a bit excited to be owned by a man!
“Do not fear, my beautiful girl,” Mom said. “Don Ricardo lives very nearby and he believes in family, so we will see you all the time.”
“We will more than see you, Dalia,” Dolores grinned. “He is also a voyeur and wants to see us have sex with you. If we put on a good show for him, he might want to see it every week. Maybe more.”
“I hope so,” I begged. “I love the both of you so much!”
They led me into a room with “Bridal Suite” on the door—the most expensive of their brothel rooms, just for high-rollers.
Mom crushed me to her body, our breasts pushing together, and kissed me deeply. “I love you so much, baby. I really do.”
My grandmom kissed me next just as deeply, and she rubbed my cock through my see-thru dress enough to provoke a boner. “You must go to him alone, mija. And do all you can to please him.”
I entered and closed the door behind me. I heard a sudden inrush of breath, followed by a low, hungry chuckled. He sat totally naked on the bed and looked hungrily at me, grinning and shaking his head.
I got to my knees and lowered my head, hands on thighs. “Your new slave is called Dalia, Master, if it should please him. Command her.”
“Look at me, palomita,” he smiled, calling me “little dove.”
I craned my head as he stood. My new Papi stood at least six-six with strong arms and legs, a broad chest and a hard, muscled stomach. His hair was short and he was very handsome with a trim mustache. His dark eyes gleamed with lust.
“Oh my!” I gasped as I looked at his cock. It was as long as my forearm and tapered, thankfully. I could deep-throat at least part of it. Then I realized my error and lowered my head. “Your girl begs forgiveness for speaking without permission.”
He picked me up as easily as a baby and swept me into his arms. “There will be time for master-slave later,” he said kindly and lowered his lips to mine.
I tingled with the thrill of being so helpless, completely in his power, as his thick tongue probed my mouth and made love to mine. It was a dizzying sensation to feel owned by him, and my cock strained at my lace panties and leaked precum. I wanted to suck him off and take his massive tool deep up my shemale pussy.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whimpered as he broke the kiss. “I give great head! Please let me suck your dick!”
“After I fuck you, baby,” he sexily growled. “Are you ready?”
Helen had opened me up with a medium-large plug and shot an ounce of sex lube deep into me, knowing he might want to fuck right away. “Oh, I’m ready! I’m so ready for you, Papi!”
He dumped me on the bed and tore my panties off as easily as tissue paper. He stroked his mighty dick to its full, pulsating eleven inches and reached down to pick me up, cupping his hands under my thighs.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby.”
My arms securely around him, he lifted me up into the air. It was as thrilling as the feel of his hands holding me up, his broad, hairy chest against my breasts and his cock sliding between my asscheeks. I was so ready for him to put it deep up inside me!
“Put it in me, Papi! Fuck my tranny coño good!”
“Guide me into your hole, puta!”
I held onto the back of his neck with one hand and reached down to grab his thick, pulsing meat. The head was slick with precum. I moved it until I felt it touch my twitching asshole and I nodded. I cried out in hot ecstasy as this big dick slid all of the way into me.
I was so filled by his cock the sensations made me giddy, my anal meat clenched onto his hot, thick manhood. Slowly at first, he thrust in and out, his dick plowing through the walls of my ass, sending electric bolts of pleasure into my prostate.
“Oh, baby, you’re so tight!”
“Fuck me hard, Papi! Fuck your horny slut!”
I was shocked how deeply his dick reached up into me, how much it owned me. I was his now—his girl, his slut! I wrapped legs around his and clung to him, thrusting my hips down as he pounded into me. Both of us panted in desire, French-kissing until we needed to breathe and then kissing again. He was as horny for me as I was for him.
Ever since Mom had force-transitioned me, I’d grown into being a girl and slowly, truly, loving being a girl. As this macho man deep-fucked me, as I gasped and moaned and whined with each thrust, I was now fully a girl. I only wish my moms were in here to see this!
“Papi, you slut-girl loves you so much,” I whimpered. I kissed him and he kissed me back, full of passion.
“Would you like your mamis to join us, palomita?” he grinned. “Now that I have made you mine, I want to share you! Go get them, mija.”
“Thank you, Papi! Thank you!”
Papi directed us so we could get the most out of it. Mom lay on her back with her legs spread, while her mom knelt over her face so Mom could lick her asshole. Papi put me between Mom’s legs and sliding my tranny cock into her, which positioned my mouth directly over Dolores’ juicing cunt. I eagerly lapped at her sweet-wild pussy lips.
For a few minutes he watched the three of us having sex until he couldn’t wait any longer. Don Ricardo knelt behind me and slipped his throbbing tool deeply into me. It felt crazy-good: fucking my mom while I ate her mom’s pussy and Papi railed my slutty ass.
We fucked for a long time until we came together in a big, sweaty, sticky pile of lusty flesh. As mom drained her creampie into my greedy mouth, Don Ricardo announced that he was buying out their mansion and brothel, and that Helen and her mom would be living with us.
“As slaves,” he chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Mom, my grandmom and I all looked at each other with delight. “We don’t mind,” we said.
He stood before us, stroking his monster to a new erection. “Which one of you ladies is first?” Then he grinned and dialed his cellphone. “The three of you like soccer players, don’t you?”
The End

After Nora and I had finally released weeks of built up excitement and anticipation with a passionate, intense fuck, we were drained. We cleaned up really quick and got in bed naked. She cuddled against me, with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her most of the night.
I woke up a bit before her the next morning. I looked over at her and she was fast asleep, head still resting on my chest and the covers halfway down her body. Her beautiful tits were on display. She's larger than average in that department. I've never asked her cup size, but I'd describe her tits as perfectly round and full, larger than average, with dark brown nipples that stand out against her pale skin.
I reached my hand over and lightly cupped one of her boobs. I wasn't trying to wake her up, just to feel them again. Apparently Nora is a light sleeper and her eyes fluttered open at the touch. I was worried she would be upset, but an instant later I realized my fear was misplaced. She smiled at me and leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek.
"You can touch me. Just be sure to finish what you start," she said sleepily.
With the green light, I held her boob in my hand more purposefully. I let my thumb trace circles around her nipple. She purred happily in response.
"How do you feel about last night?" I asked.
She smiled wide. "It was exactly what I needed."
I kissed her some more. She leaned further into me, letting me bring my other hand to her other tit, squeezing it. Last night there was an urgency and intensity to our sex. This time it was slower, more purposeful, more passionate.
I traced a finger down her torso, from her boob down to just above her clit. I teased her there for a moment.
"Are you going to touch me? Or would you prefer I just jump on this?" she grabbed my dick as she finished her question. I was already hard.
"I have an unofficial policy, Nora," I replied. "I will always make the woman cum before I enter her."
(In reality, I've broken this policy a handful of times, mostly at the request of the woman. But I've found that if you make a woman cum during foreplay, the sex itself will be even better.)
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as I stopped teasing and ran a finger down her warm sex. "It won't take you long. I tend to wake up horny anyways."
I could feel her wetness. She wasn't lying. I dipped a finger into her gently, coating it in her juices. I brought it up to her mouth for her to lick off of me. "I think I can still taste some of your cum," she said teasingly.
Did she say that because it was true? Or because she thought I'd find it sexy? Doesn't matter, I was hard as a rock. We were laying next to each other, our bodies pressed against each other as we kissed and fondled each other. I continued to touch and tease her pussy, savoring each and every sound she made when I brushed against her swollen clit.
She had a hand on my cock, firmly gripping it but not stroking it. Without warning, she lifted her top leg slightly and put my dick between her thighs and closed her leg on me. My cock was nestled between her thighs, with the topside of it pressed against her wet folds and clit. I moved my hand away from her pussy so the only thing touching it was my dick.
She began to thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against my dick. I'd never done this before and I still have no idea what it's called, but I was loving it. By now, Nora's morning cobwebs were gone and she was fully awake. Her dirty talk kicked in.
"Fuck, I love rubbing against your cock. I want your beautiful dick to make me cum."
"I want you to cum so I can fill up your tight pussy and fuck you like you deserve," I responded.
"Ugh fuck. I need your dick so bad. I need it more than anything now!" She was moaning loudly each time my head made contact with her clit.
"More than any thing? More than any other cock?" I asked. I wanted to see where here dirty talk limits were. I always enjoy pushing the envelope.
She took a moment to respond. Her eyes were closed and she was furiously rubbing herself against me. "More than any other dick. I need itttttt!"
With that last word she clamped her legs around my dick. Her body convulsed as she came. I held my arms around her back and pressed her against me. As she came down from her orgasm, her body relaxed and she reached down to grab my dick again.
"Now can I have it? You made me cum," she asked, short of breath.
"Give me that tight, wet pussy," was my only response.
Nora pushed me onto my back and quickly straddled me. She rubbed my head against her clit once again, with her eyes rolling back and a soft moan escaping her lips. I grabbed her by the hips. She simultaneously lifted her hips up and leaned forward to kiss me. While we kissed she positioned my head at her wet hole and then pushed herself back onto me. In one quick movement, I was fully inside her.
She held me all the way inside her for a moment before starting to make circles with her hips. I watched in awe as she looked down towards me with a naughty grin and her hands holding her own tits. I reached up and replaced her hands, grabbing her boobs and caressing them.
"So is this cock only available to me while we're here? Or do I get to ride you when we're back home too?" she asked.
Holding her tits in my hands, my cock fully buried inside her, what could I possibly respond? "Promise to ride me like this and you can get free access to this dick whenever you want it," I responded with a laugh.
"Good," she responded. She leaned forward, pushing her tits against my chest. "Because I can see this becoming a regular occurrence."
"Do you think Rob would be ok with that?" I asked. Is it weird to ask a woman about her husband while she rides you in a swinger resort hundreds of miles from her husband? Yeah, probably. Did it anyways.
"I'll make sure he is," she whispered in my ear. She began to twerk on me, with her hips rising and falling in conjunction with her increasingly forceful moans. "There's no going back."
I held onto her ass. She was riding me faster and faster. The way the topside of my dick rubbed against the inside of her was too much to handle in this position. It was like her pussy was squeezing and putting pressure on me, trying to milk cum out of me.
"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her, breathlessly.
"In me," she moaned. "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me all day, so I remember that you own this pussy."
I was getting close. "I own your pussy just while we're here, right?" I asked.
She was twerking on me as hard as she could. Her breath was getting shorter. "You...own...my pussy!"
She screamed that last word and with the combination of the intense sensation and the dirty talk, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her down onto me and came, filling her up. I had no idea she was close but she came simultaneously, her pussy squeezing me even more than I thought it could.
She collapsed onto me. We laid there silently, catching our breath and perhaps both thinking about the implications of the dirty talk. I was worried she would feel regret at it. But nope. As soon as she caught her breath, she slinked down my body, putting my soft dick in her mouth. She licked off what remained of both our juices from my dick with a smile.
She bounced up and off the bed. Standing in front of me, with milky white liquid ever so subtly visible between her pussy lips, she smiled and asked, "Are you going to get up? I want to go down and get some coffee!"
Her transition from sultry to funny was so quick it caught me off guard.
"Oh I was under the impression we would stay inside and fuck all day," I joked.
"We can still fuck all day. It just doesn't all have to be inside!" she replied.
With that she marched off into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I looked up at the ceiling, where there's a giant mirror reflecting me in bed, fully spent and yet excited about where this day could go.

After our little adventure on the beach, I knew this was going to be a fun few days with Nora. I was starting to see a side of her I didn't know existed. A side that combines her natural outgoing flirty and teasing personality with an insatiable sexual hunger.
After I had cum in her mouth on the beach, we decided to go back to the room, change, and get something to eat. It was the evening by now, and having left home early in the morning to fly, get to the resort, check in, and sit on the beach, we were exhausted. Nora dressed in a light, airy sundress that matched her figure perfectly and gave just a small hint of the gorgeous boobs underneath. We had a good time at dinner. The food was good and hanging out with her is always enjoyable. The flirty banter never ended between us and I was really looking forward to where this would end up.
We finished dinner as we heard the night life start up. Music, lights, and people in various levels of clothing, from nude to lingerie, to regular summer wear were all around.
"Do you think you've got energy to party tonight?" I asked her.
"Maybe tomorrow. I really want to get back to the room," she replied with a naughty look in her eyes.
We got back to the room and I sat down on an armchair and put my feet up. Nora grabbed her phone and sent off a couple messages.
"Texting Rob?" I asked.
"Yup."
"I hope he's not having second thoughts."
"Me too!" she responded. "We actually decided not to discuss any of this until I get back. So he's just asking about the flight and room and stuff."
"Wow, that's surprising. I can't imagine how he must be feeling knowing you're here and he won't hear about it for days."
At this point she was done texting and tossed her phone on the bed.
"For the next few days, I'm all yours in every way," she said seductively.
"Is that so?" I responded. "Is that why you told that woman that we're married?"
She walked over to me and sat in my lap. Leaning in close, she whispered in my ear, "All. Yours." She kissed me on the lips. A quick peck, nothing too sensual, but the energy between us was palpable.
She lingered there for just a moment before standing up. "I'm going to take a shower. You can join me if you'd like."
As if I needed to be told twice. I followed her to the bathroom. She leaned into the shower and turned on the water. I grabbed her hips from behind and pushed myself against her. She was still wearing her sundress and I was wearing shorts, but there was no mistaking that I was hard and ready for her.
She wiggled her ass against me for a second. "Hard already? I was worried it might take you a while to recover after what that woman did to you on the beach."
"Well imagining the sexy body underneath this dress has me excited," I responded as I ran my hands up her sides.
She turned around and pushed her body into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed again. This time a full, passionate kiss. Our lips and tongues dancing together as our hands explored each others bodies. She broke away. "Stop imagining and see it for yourself."
I reached for the hem of her dress and in one quick motion took it up and off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I got my first look at her gorgeous breasts. Her boobs are big, and match her body perfectly. Her dark brown nipples were hard, pointing directly at me as I ran my hands up and down her sides, pausing momentarily to barely cup her boobs from underneath. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined.
She took one of my hands and brought it lower, to her panties. "Take this off me," she said, barely above a whisper.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband and slipped them down. She kicked them off and stood in front of me entirely naked. I traced a hand up her thigh teasingly. She spread her legs ever so slightly. "Please. Touch me, babe," she whispered.
She called me "babe" on the beach, presumably as part of the show that we're married. Calling me that in the privacy of our room was something else.
I reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her to the sink countertop. I sat her on it and dropped to my knees. For the first time I was treated to a full view of her bare, spread pussy. She was waxed smooth. Her lips glistened with her wetness, attesting to how ready she was.
I looked up from her pussy into her eyes, silently asking her if this is what she really wanted. No going back from here. "I'm yours," was her only response.
I wasted no time. I licked her wet lips, a long, slow lick. She tasted incredible. I found her clit and began to lick small circles around it, eliciting a series of moans from her. I knew I had her to myself for the next couple days, but I wanted to experience all of her in that moment. As I licked her clit, I rubbed her lips between my index finger and thumb, every now and then teasing her by inserting a finger into her.
She ran her fingers through my hair as she continued moaning and whispering various combinations of "fuck", "that feels so good", and "keep doing that."
Once I found the right rhythm that she responded to, I focused on her clit. The time for teasing was over. I needed her to cum. I put a finger inside her and rubbed the front wall of her vagina while I pointedly licked at her clit. Her moans got louder and her breath got shorter. I felt her body tense up and her legs squeeze around my head. Her pussy contracted around my finger.
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she came. I suppose this would be the one resort where neighboring rooms won't complain about sex sounds.
I stood up as she collected herself and caught her breath. She got off the sink and leaned into me, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips. I quickly threw my shirt off and dropped my shorts. My dick was as hard as it has ever been and was poking into her hip. She grabbed me gently by the dick and led me into the shower.
We kissed some more in the shower, our bodies pressed against each other and my dick nestled between her thighs. She looked deep into my eyes. "Do you want me to suck your cock, babe?"
I could only smile in response. She dropped to her knees and wasted no time. She held the base of my dick and engulfed as much of me as she could in her soft lips. She pushed my head against the inside of her cheek and teasingly ran her tongue along the bottomside of my dick. I held her by her hair, careful not to be too forceful or pull her hair. We were still new to each other and I wasn't sure what she liked and didn't like.
As it turns out, she's an expert at giving head. Just the right combination of intense licking and sucking along with teasing me to prevent me from getting too close to cumming. I made sure to be very vocal, letting her know the effect she was having on me.
After a few minutes, she stood up. Still stroking my cock, she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "It's time. I need your cock deep in me babe."
Before I could bend her over and fuck her, she turned the water off and grabbed a towel. She noticed the surprised look on my face. "In the bed," was her only response.
We dried ourselves off quickly as we walked out of the bathroom and back to the bed. She laid the towel on the bed and sat at the edge of it, spreading her legs as she scooted backwards until she was laying spread eagle in front of me. I wasted no time and got on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my back.
She grabbed my dick and rubbed my head against her wet hole. I kissed her again. "I brought condoms in case you want me to put one on," I said.
"No. I need to feel all of you, babe."
She continued to rub my cock against her, eventually putting my head right at her wet pussy. There was no going back now. I pushed slightly, nestling my head between her lips. "Give it to me," she whispered.
She pulled me into her with her legs wrapped around me. I pushed, giving her inch after inch until I was all the way inside her. I didn't move, just held it there for a moment. I could feel her hard nipples brushing against my chest.
"Fuck this pussy like you own it," she said.
I pulled out, almost all the way, and pushed back into her, hard. She yelped. I liked that reaction from her. I began to fuck her, trying to gauge her reaction to see how rough she liked it. Harder thrusts elicited louder moans. And her dirty talk never stopped.
"Fuck me babe. I need your cock to fill me up.", "This pussy is all yours. Use me.", "Give it to me hard. I need it." Things like that. I couldn't respond because I was so focused on fucking her (and also not cumming) that it took all my energy.
I really thought I would last for a while, considering I had cum in her mouth a few hours earlier. But the dirty talk coupled with the novelty of the situation meant there was no way.
"I'm going to cum soon, do you want - " I began.
"No! Inside me! I need it inside me!" she moaned back.
That pushed me over the edge. I planted my lips on hers, kissing her deeply as I pushed as deep into her wet pussy as I could and held my cock there. "Ohhhhhh fuck! Cum inside me!" she screamed. I felt my cock spasm. I began to shoot cum deep into her as her legs locked behind my back, holding me deep inside. We continued to kiss throughout my orgasm.
Traveling, coupled with rough fucking my friend's wife for the first time caused all the exhaustion to collapse on me in one moment. I rolled off Nora as my cock softened and fell out of her. We laid next to each other catching our breath for a few minutes silently.
I turned to look at her as she turned to me. She teasingly ran a hand down her body to her pussy. She put two fingers inside herself and brought them out covered in my cum. Without breaking eye contact she licked the cum off her fingers and swallowed it with a big smile.

Burn, cut , hurt, and bleed Just to put that smile on his face Put the gun in your mouth So it never goes away Eat the pills and ask for more You know what he will say He owns you. You love him You both love to watch you break Hang till your face turns blue Beg him to let you stay He won't let you go Your his fucking toy Plus your prettier that way Beat your face till it changes shape Cover it with sexy paint Smoke more than a few at one time Do this every day He loves that you love him more You love when he throws you away You hate the thought of being more Than something to entertain Lucky for you he gets bored He always wants to play So cum till you piss yourself He will spit in your pretty face He fucks no making love You squirm until you break He cracks your ribs tears his way in You thank him you pray he will stay Thank him and beg for more You call him Master, Daddy, your God He calls you trash Worthless Ugly Pig Slut A whore He feeds you drugs and you eat them up You love being a whore Sell your soul, sell your body Sell all you have and more Your love being fun for him A place cum A thing to hurt He's the reason why you live So be sweet for him, always obey Then beg for it again Your not enough, and that you love Bring him other things to break While you watch form the edge As he does to her While you beg for him and wait You watch him sleep and thank everything for him From your place on the floor You brush his cheek stroke his hand Whisper I will always love you more.

Burn, cut , hurt, and bleed Just to put that smile on his face Put the gun in your mouth So it never goes away Eat the pills and ask for more You know what he will say He owns you. You love him You both love to watch you break Hang till your face turns blue Beg him to let you stay He won't let you go Your his fucking toy Plus your prettier that way Beat your face till it changes shape Cover it with sexy paint Smoke more than a few at one time Do this every day He loves that you love him more You love when he throws you away You hate the thought of being more Than something to entertain Lucky for you he gets bored He always wants to play So cum till you piss yourself He will spit in your pretty face He fucks no making love You squirm until you break He cracks your ribs tears his way in You thank him you pray he will stay Thank him and beg for more You call him Master, Daddy, your God He calls you trash Worthless Ugly Pig Slut A whore He feeds you drugs and you eat them up You love being a whore Sell your soul, sell your body Sell all you have and more Your love being fun for him A place cum A thing to hurt He's the reason why you live So be sweet for him, always obey Then beg for it again Your not enough, and that you love Bring him other things to break While you watch form the edge As he does to her While you beg for him and wait You watch him sleep and thank everything for him From your place on the floor You brush his cheek stroke his hand Whisper I will always love you more.