I Am a Dominatrix
Thank you all for reading about what I have been thinking about Miss Angela pushing me into. A life of babydick sissy..
I have imagined what it would be like to continue down this path with Miss Angela guiding me along the way. Here is my next report/story to her about what I continue to think about....
Miss Angela, I am now and forever will be your ******. My mouth has been used.... and now I have a *** filled sissypussy. I am crying as I write this to you..... I realize there is no going back. My *** hurts .... I feel completely used and open. I wasn't going to be able to type another word until I told you that my *** has been stuffed full of black ****..... I have been ******...I am a ******
He called my room and told me to go back to the store tonight. I wore white stockings and sheer white panties with pink trim. I hope these colors please you. I again talked to the man at the front desk, he asked if I had a good time the other night, I told him yes, and that my Mistress was happy about it. I dont know why I mentioned you... but I felt at the time by saying that.... it made it less gay... less like it was my fault. He asked if I was still looking for a black daddy and I told him that someone was already meeting me here. He laughed and said that I could have more than one black daddy if I wanted to! I blushed and walked back to a booth. Miss Angela... it was so humiliating being back there. I was thinking about the men in the booths.... and how they all were ******* off..... and how if you were there with me.... none of them would have to do that. I could have made all those men happy. I dont know why I thought about it. I got undressed down to my stockings and panties and put my lipstick on.... the shade you called called ********** red. My pee pee was hard again as I waited for him.... he did not knock this time. He must have been told where I was. He just opened the door and laughed at me. I could not help myself... and was pouting... I felt like such a sissy *** for acting like that.. He made me show off for him. Show him what I was wearing. He laughed at my almost flat panties.. just a tiny buldge. When I touched it he slapped my hand ... not hard... and told me to pull my panties down and dont touch my ****. He asked if I wanted to see his ****, so I could see what a real **** was supposed to look like. He asked if I wanted to kiss his ****. I said yes daddy..... and continued pouting.... I kept calling him daddy.... it turned him on... and it made me feel like such a girl... such sissy ****. He took his half hard **** out and held it up to his belly... he told me to start with his balls... I was again mortified to be doing such a thing... I just kept picturing the girls I have been watching for years sucking big black balls... and how degrading it always looked to me.... and now i was doing it I sucked on each ball.... licking and sucking until he was rock hard. He soon had his **** in my mouth again.... and just like the last times.... I felt humiliated .... and excited. I kept focusing on how my panties were down... my little wenis was completly exposed... and my bare butt was out in the open.... It was so humiliating! He did not let me suck his **** that long.... and when he pulled out I felt like I hadnt done enough.... I diddnt make him ***.... and I was worried I knew why he wasnt ******* in my mouth.
My fears were right and I was quickly on all fours with my panties now around my left ankle. I was softly begging him not to **** me. I told him I was to tight and was not ready. He spanked me a few times and told me to look between my legs.... at my penis.... when I did... he said that my hard little penis was proof that I wanted to have a black **** in my ***. He continued spanking me as he worked his finger into my twitching hole. He did have lube.... and I was thankful for that... but feeling it run down my legs... and onto my little balls... made me feel so dirty. He was gentle with me... he worked his **** slowly into my ***... I cryied but I stopped begging him not to do it.... I knew he would.... and once I felt his **** touch my *****.... I knew it diddnt matter how much more **** went in... I was now a true ******. I just gave in... and tried to relax so I diddnt get hurt. I could feel each new inch penetrate my butthole... I could feel every movement daddy made... I felt like he was going to tear me open... but he did keep lubing me... and he just kept going until he could **** me. Once he started pushing in and pulling out of me... I could feel how hard he was.... he never ****** me fast... I think he knew I could not take it. He never moved me to a diffrent position... I think having the control like he did was the only way it would have worked.... he just kept pounding slowly at me. Miss Angela, I could feel his balls slapping on me... it was so humiliating! He spanked me every so often and told me what a tight *** I have. I could completely feel the ****** building from the anal stimulation. I begged daddy to let me play with my pee pee but he told me I coudnt touch it until he was ready to *** in my ***. I whined to him and he began ******* me a little harder.... I knew he was going to ***.... .. and I begged daddy to please *** in my *** and let me play with my babypenis That made him start to ***... he was going as deep as he had in my *** and the second I touched myself I squirted... I think if I would have never touched my wee wee it would have *** anyway..... I almost wish I diddnt touch it.... as I made a mess all over the floor.... he emptied his balls into my boycunt. I felt such an undeniable sense of shame as I realized what had just happened to me. I could feel his **** pulsing and dumping his load in me. I had a **** squirting into my ***! He pulled out and I have never felt so empty in my life. My *** felt so used and wet. I pulled up my panties to cover my quickly shrinking penis. I did not want it to be seen again in its smallest state. I was thankful he did not want me to or ask me to clean his **** for him. He was out of breath and sweaty.... and he called me sweetie and said I was a good ****.
I have no idea how many people heard me getting ****** I was crying ... and moaning every time he pushed into me. I feel pathetic... sitting here with *** in my ***.... in my panties. I am ashamed to tell you that I am going to have to play with my pee pee again just thinking about you finding out all of this. The thought of making you happy.... with my embarrassment .... makes me crazy.... my bald little clitty is hard again Miss Angela.
I hope you are pleased .... I hope I can have a break from anything... I am so worn out I want you to know that he diddnt hurt me.... but that my butt is sore. I cant wait to talk to you ..... pouting again....
your little renee
I have imagined what it would be like to continue down this path with Miss Angela guiding me along the way. Here is my next report/story to her about what I continue to think about....
Miss Angela, I am now and forever will be your ******. My mouth has been used.... and now I have a *** filled sissypussy. I am crying as I write this to you..... I realize there is no going back. My *** hurts .... I feel completely used and open. I wasn't going to be able to type another word until I told you that my *** has been stuffed full of black ****..... I have been ******...I am a ******
He called my room and told me to go back to the store tonight. I wore white stockings and sheer white panties with pink trim. I hope these colors please you. I again talked to the man at the front desk, he asked if I had a good time the other night, I told him yes, and that my Mistress was happy about it. I dont know why I mentioned you... but I felt at the time by saying that.... it made it less gay... less like it was my fault. He asked if I was still looking for a black daddy and I told him that someone was already meeting me here. He laughed and said that I could have more than one black daddy if I wanted to! I blushed and walked back to a booth. Miss Angela... it was so humiliating being back there. I was thinking about the men in the booths.... and how they all were ******* off..... and how if you were there with me.... none of them would have to do that. I could have made all those men happy. I dont know why I thought about it. I got undressed down to my stockings and panties and put my lipstick on.... the shade you called called ********** red. My pee pee was hard again as I waited for him.... he did not knock this time. He must have been told where I was. He just opened the door and laughed at me. I could not help myself... and was pouting... I felt like such a sissy *** for acting like that.. He made me show off for him. Show him what I was wearing. He laughed at my almost flat panties.. just a tiny buldge. When I touched it he slapped my hand ... not hard... and told me to pull my panties down and dont touch my ****. He asked if I wanted to see his ****, so I could see what a real **** was supposed to look like. He asked if I wanted to kiss his ****. I said yes daddy..... and continued pouting.... I kept calling him daddy.... it turned him on... and it made me feel like such a girl... such sissy ****. He took his half hard **** out and held it up to his belly... he told me to start with his balls... I was again mortified to be doing such a thing... I just kept picturing the girls I have been watching for years sucking big black balls... and how degrading it always looked to me.... and now i was doing it I sucked on each ball.... licking and sucking until he was rock hard. He soon had his **** in my mouth again.... and just like the last times.... I felt humiliated .... and excited. I kept focusing on how my panties were down... my little wenis was completly exposed... and my bare butt was out in the open.... It was so humiliating! He did not let me suck his **** that long.... and when he pulled out I felt like I hadnt done enough.... I diddnt make him ***.... and I was worried I knew why he wasnt ******* in my mouth.
My fears were right and I was quickly on all fours with my panties now around my left ankle. I was softly begging him not to **** me. I told him I was to tight and was not ready. He spanked me a few times and told me to look between my legs.... at my penis.... when I did... he said that my hard little penis was proof that I wanted to have a black **** in my ***. He continued spanking me as he worked his finger into my twitching hole. He did have lube.... and I was thankful for that... but feeling it run down my legs... and onto my little balls... made me feel so dirty. He was gentle with me... he worked his **** slowly into my ***... I cryied but I stopped begging him not to do it.... I knew he would.... and once I felt his **** touch my *****.... I knew it diddnt matter how much more **** went in... I was now a true ******. I just gave in... and tried to relax so I diddnt get hurt. I could feel each new inch penetrate my butthole... I could feel every movement daddy made... I felt like he was going to tear me open... but he did keep lubing me... and he just kept going until he could **** me. Once he started pushing in and pulling out of me... I could feel how hard he was.... he never ****** me fast... I think he knew I could not take it. He never moved me to a diffrent position... I think having the control like he did was the only way it would have worked.... he just kept pounding slowly at me. Miss Angela, I could feel his balls slapping on me... it was so humiliating! He spanked me every so often and told me what a tight *** I have. I could completely feel the ****** building from the anal stimulation. I begged daddy to let me play with my pee pee but he told me I coudnt touch it until he was ready to *** in my ***. I whined to him and he began ******* me a little harder.... I knew he was going to ***.... .. and I begged daddy to please *** in my *** and let me play with my babypenis That made him start to ***... he was going as deep as he had in my *** and the second I touched myself I squirted... I think if I would have never touched my wee wee it would have *** anyway..... I almost wish I diddnt touch it.... as I made a mess all over the floor.... he emptied his balls into my boycunt. I felt such an undeniable sense of shame as I realized what had just happened to me. I could feel his **** pulsing and dumping his load in me. I had a **** squirting into my ***! He pulled out and I have never felt so empty in my life. My *** felt so used and wet. I pulled up my panties to cover my quickly shrinking penis. I did not want it to be seen again in its smallest state. I was thankful he did not want me to or ask me to clean his **** for him. He was out of breath and sweaty.... and he called me sweetie and said I was a good ****.
I have no idea how many people heard me getting ****** I was crying ... and moaning every time he pushed into me. I feel pathetic... sitting here with *** in my ***.... in my panties. I am ashamed to tell you that I am going to have to play with my pee pee again just thinking about you finding out all of this. The thought of making you happy.... with my embarrassment .... makes me crazy.... my bald little clitty is hard again Miss Angela.
I hope you are pleased .... I hope I can have a break from anything... I am so worn out I want you to know that he diddnt hurt me.... but that my butt is sore. I cant wait to talk to you ..... pouting again....
your little renee
By:
angel1485
Age:
26-30
,
Female
