I am sissy Tiffany Chastity Destiny the crying fuckhole. A 53 year old slut from Copenhagen, Denmark 🇩🇰 I live with my wife / Madame and she holds the keys to the chastity tube and the collar . I am not interested in any kind of financial domination or tributes.
I'm your new friend sissy! And youre about to discover how it feels to be treated like a helpless little sissy slut as my massive alpha cock pumps cum up your cute little sissy ass.
I love coy little sissies who think they look cute and innocent. I’ll quickly drive that coyness and innocence out of you as I force you to bend over and drive my hard cock up inside you, ramming it in and out as you beg for mercy. I’ll leave you in a crumpled heap of torn clothing on the floor, like the snivelling little faggot that you really are. Not so innocent now, are you?
It was meant to be a weekend getaway, a chance to escape the city, but now Alice found herself in a real predicament. The thick metal holding her in place forced her to squat, gagged, like some medieval torture device. She had pulled at it but there was no give, and the panic was beginning to set in.
A heavyset woman in her 50s walked into the room, her buxom curves held into a leather corset and matching leather pants. She walked across to Alice with purpose.
"I've made a few calls, and good news, we've found a buyer for you." The woman seemed delighted, bending over to stroke Alice's hair gently.
"You are making me a lovely bonus darling, you should be happy you won't be kept here too long with me, I'm not a very nice person."
Alice whimpered as the woman grabbed her hair roughly. "Such a shame I won't be the one who breaks you in. But we can have a little fun for a couple of days can't we? See how eager those holes are to be used yes?"
The woman roughly tore away Alice's underwear, as she sobbed the woman's fingers roamed and explored her freely.
"Already wet for me? Oh my, this will be fun" the woman giggled as she began to tease and torment Alice.
“Did Jake send you here? Get in. You’ll do. I didn’t think you would show up. Let me see your ID. Well fuck you really are twenty-one. You sure look like jail bait. OK strip. I don’t give a shit if we’re out in broad daylight. I want to see what I get to play with for the weekend, and if you can follow orders….
“Besides, you are going to be naked pretty much the entire time we are together. Smooth pits, arms, and chest. Good. Good. Now your pants. No underwear like I ordered. Wait, what the fuck? Why do you have a chastity cage? Did Jake put that on you? And he probably didn’t give you the key hunh? Well, he’ll be stopping by tomorrow night.
“If I were to remove it, you know that you aren’t allowed to ever touch yourself? This cage is a piece of shit anyways. Lean back. At least you are shaved there too. That’s good. I don’t know why men lock their boys up like this. All a disobedient fag needs to do is wait for its clit to be really soft. Then just pull it back like this. See, your pathetic shaft is free.
“Now your balls. The thing about balls is they can take a shit load of abuse. To get them free, I’ll squeeze it. Faggot, quit fidgeting. And keep the screams down. A firm squeeze and your left ball is free. Get those hands away. You don’t ever cover up and deny me access. Move them away. I’m going to get that cage off of you. If that means destroying your right ball to do it, I will. Now move that cage closer to me and hold still. I need to get that ball extra flattened. Oh fuck, it’s a slippery fucker. A little harder. There! It’s free. Don’t you feel better not being so constricted?
“Take a few moments to catch your breath there. I’ll drive back to the motel. One of my favorite things to do while driving is firmly holding on to a fag’s balls. You need to always sit so I have easy access to my toys. With a cage on, I couldn’t enjoy doing this basic thing. Fag balls are the best way to keep a faggot in line. You fuck up? I may play a few rounds of kickball, or I may use your sack as a punching bag. If we were back home I would even wire them up and fry them that way.
“While we are a few blocks from the motel, why don’t you reach over and feel my cock in my pant leg? You might as well know what’s going to be ruling you this weekend. Big isn’t it? Of course it is. First thing that’s going to happen is I’m gonna destroy that cunt. Did Jake load you up this morning? Good, his residual spooge will provide some lubrication. Jake and I go way back. We’ve shared many a cunt.
“Now, I am here on business, with two face-to-face meetings and a three other video conferences along the way. I had my first face-to-face this morning, the next will be on Tuesday. My company has me here for five days with just a few meetings. I am free to get into serious trouble other times.
“I always stay at this motel, for one reason only. This is our room. Notice I can park this Suburban right next to the door. Also we are at the end around back; when you get out, you can walk to the door and no one will see a naked fag. So in case you didn’t realize, you ain’t wearing clothes until I kick you out on Tuesday. I made an arrangement with my company to downgrade my hotel—they were going to put me up at a four star hotel—if I could upgrade the car rental to this Suburban. They thought it was because I’m 6′5″ and 350 pounds and need a bigger vehicle. While that is true, the real reason is that space in back. Faggot, you are going to spend a lot of time back there not only servicing me, but any other man I decide. Look over there, a truck stop. Next to it is an adult book store. There’s a biker bar about a mile away that has a barn around back where fags are used and abused regularly. So we are going to have some fun.
“Let’s go inside and check out the amenities. One king sized bed, for this king naturally. You’ll sleep on the floor unless I feel you earned the right to be in bed with me. Bathroom. I already hooked up a travel douche hose. Your cunt needs to be clean and ready. This is the toilet. You will give me head while I take a dump, drinking any piss I need to take, and use your tongue to clean me up afterwards. I know Jake makes you do this; he does it with all his fags. My rimseat is over there by the desk. The only way I can get through some of those conference calls is to have a tongue buried deep in my shithole.
“Now, time to break in that cunt. Get on the bed with your legs spread. Watch me strip. Yeah I’m a huge man with a huge cock, but faggots don’t realize just how insignificant they are until they see what is about to mount them. I work out two to four hours a day. I eat a shitload of food. I was like this when I was playing defensive end in college. It was there when I found out that faggots like the football player look, and even better when I treat them like shit.
“Look at this battering ram. Eight and a half inches long and eight inches around. Next to me, it looks normal. Get those legs up and spread them. You get one giant glob of spit as lube. Now I fuck in the missionary position, and I go right in to the root. That’s the other reason why we are at the end. No one will hear your screams.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long. My first load of the day is quick. It’s load four or five that I have endurance. Ready? I don’t care. Fuck yeah your cunt feels good. Get those screams out of you. Now for my favorite part, to feel you struggle under me as I lay full weight on top of you. Faggot this is how I like to fuck with a tight vice like hold on you. You’ll need to adapt. I feel Jake’s cum. That feels good. This is going to be real short. You ready for my load? Faggot here it cums. Here it fucking cums. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Oh man. Faggot your cunt passes the test.
“I need a nap. Don’t move, I like falling asleep with a fag under me and my spent dick in its cunt. You might as well get some rest too. Shh shh. Don’t move or say anything. It’s mattress duty for you…. When I wake up, we’ll get going. Now shut up and let me sleep.”
No, they don't have a job and they'll for sure never have one again. They don't have to pay the bills, and they don't have to make decisions. There is no career or competition anymore. They don't have to sign anything, and they don't have to read or write whatsoever. They can have the highest heels, for they don't have to walk far. And they can fancy themselves with the longest fakest nails, for they never have to type anything again. They can go shopping all day, play doll and dress up, make fashion shows for each other and wear the shortest skirts, as nobody expects anything else from them. They are freer, happier, more fun as ever before, since they decisively dropped out of college, failed with a smile all of their classes, for they have finally in their life better things to do: Be beautiful, be sweet, be giggling and fun, be feminine and soft, smooth and ready to party all night, to provide happiness and satisfaction and make the world a better place bimbo-trophy style.
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