Am I Emascualted?

 

We were so vastly different from each other in every way. Daddy was tall, muscular, hairy, confident, strong in mind, character as well as in physical strength. He made all of our decisions for us. When he walked into a room people noticed him immediately because of his personality, his charm, his whit and his gorgeous good looks. As his boi-wife i was shorter than he was, I was on the thin feminine side when it came to my build, I was completely hairless from the waist down per Daddy's request. I needed guidance knowing I made the right decisions when I was given the opportunity to make any, my mind was more womanly in many ways and most of my decisions involved how and in what ways I could make Daddy happy. People rarely noticed me when I walked into a room and when they did I was always referenced to as his wife. One day at a small party we held, that I handled every last single detail a new co-worker of Daddy's, a man asked me "Was I emasculated by being called his wife?"

 I responded by saying, "Well we are legally married. I changed my last name to his. I serve in my role as his wife and all of those Stepford Wife's 1950's housewife roles and attitudes, including in the bedroom. Daddy refers to me as his "baby girl" and I accept, and embrace that role thoroughly and love it. So no I'm not emasculated. You can't do that to somebody who was never masculine in the first place." The poor man didn't know what to say, and wondered off back into the throng of people. Just as confused as before.

Later that night getting slowing undressed Daddy approached me in the bedroom. "Baby girl I learned what you said tonight to my new co-worker and I couldn't be prouder and happier in you as my wife than I am tonight. He hugged me tightly and my unbuttoned shirt. We slowly began undressing and often looked at each other as each garment came off. It didn't take much for me to take off. My men's shirt and slacks and I stood there in just my thigh highs and garter belt with my hose clipped into place, my chastity locked clitty was on full display.

"You've never looked more beautiful than you have tonight, baby girl."

"Thank you Daddy so much. It means so much to me to hear you say that. And seeing you standing there fully naked you've been so masculine and rugged looking. I truly love you with all my heart Daddy."

"I love you to baby girl. You ready to give Daddy some pussy?"

"I'm always ready to go pussy up for you Daddy. You know that."

"Why don't you go over to the bed and get in my favorite position, princess." 

That meant getting on the bed on all fours. My ass high in the air. My legs spread as wide as they would go. My back was arched impossibly high with my hairless cunt on display. My head was on the bed and my hands were in front of me. In the BDSM world it's known as bitch pose and Daddy always said I was prettiest just like that. He walked over to the side of the bed and closest to where my head was at. I didn't need told what to do, I knew. I swallowed his semi-erect dick in my mouth to the balls, and began sucking him to full staff.

"God fucking damn princess, you are so good at sucking cock. Damn baby. Get Daddy nice and hard."

Daddy's hands gently held my head, cradling my chin gently in his hands I suck him like some two bit starving whore. Every time my lips met his crotch I stuck out his tongue and lapped his balls which were cradled in my right hand. He spit in his hand a few times and then rubbed his spit in my twat and began finger me with two fingers bashing my princess spot with each thrust.

"Mmmrrppphhggrrr," was all I could manage with mouth stuffed full of dick. By now Daddy had add a third finger and this time around all of his fingers were covered in Boy Butter Lube. I was moaning my head off.

"You ready for dick, Mrs. Bartley?" Daddy always called me that in moments of deepest affection.

"Yes Daddy. Always ready. Always needy."

Daddy climbed up on the bed behind me, his knees between my legs and his mushroom head of dick as at the very edge of pussy lips teasing me by making the smallest circles possible around my pussy lips.

"Please Daddy, the teasing is brutally wonderful, but please fuck me."

"No baby girl. No wild animalistic sex tonight. Daddy is going to reward you tonight by the slowest, most tender love making we've ever had as your reward for such an incredible answer to Mr. Johnson's question."

He turned me on my side and with his right hand he arched my right leg up till it was bent, exposing my lil pink pussy again. He then bent down and proceeded to eat me out till I was begging him to please feed my pussy his dick. He waited though, still devouring my spit soaked cunt til he was ready and I was in such bliss it was overkill. My twat was actually aching in need to be stretched and more than just a tongue. That's when he moved behind me, lying down and very, very slowly slide his dick into my pussy. 

"Oh GOD, thank you so much for your big dick finally Daddy. It's absolutely starving." Centimeter by centimeter he unhurriedly slide into me until after what seemed for ever he was buried balls deep and my pussy walls were gloriously stretched and full of Daddy's manhood. He began slowly rocking in and out of me but no more than half way for the next twenty minutes. It was splendidly unbelievable how tender and passionate it was. There was no hurry for him to ejaculate and but he had caused a few triumphant pussygasms, causing me to get sopping wet.

He began to build up slowly over the next twenty a bit of speed, but it certainly his balls slapping my taint. This was simply all about giving my pussy the most stimulation, pleasure and gentle stretching ever.

"Oh god baby girl. You ready for some baby batter deep in your womb?

"OH fuck yeah Daddy. Breed my pussy. Please, please, please breed my pussy."

"Maybe tonight's the night you finally get pregnant if I shoot inside of you."

"God I want that so bad Daddy." He buried his cum so deep in me it felt unreal. Our breath was heaving and Daddy's arm wrapped around my waist."

"I love you Mrs. Bartley."

"I love you too Mr. Bartley

Vintage Meme's

So over two years ago, and three Twitter accounts ago most of the memes I post were made and posted to Twitter. I think that is partially what got me suspended in my opinion; although Twitter was VERY vague about the real reason. I think part of it was that I was trying to spin a positive light about a submissive pussyboy when few people did it. One of my accusations against me by Twitter was the potential that I was "misgendering people" again a very vague response to something we do frequently in our community when we say, "hey gurl, how you doing" ala Wendy Williams. I'm sorry here, and try not to get offended when I say this but, if you're getting fucked up the ass by a guy

1. your being his pussy

2. by being his pussy to a degree your his girl

Even if you never see it that way I do.

One of the other reason I ended up in Twitter jail, before suspension was picture infringement, another vague answer. Personally I think maybe some of these gay porn starts took offense, even when they weren't tagged as being called pussyboys, again if your entire career is you getting fucked you're being his pussy... sorry boo boo. So I went on a spree of using only images prior to 1969 that I found on the net... where I find all my pics besides newtumbler, mewe, and bdsmlr.

These posted here are a few of the memes from that time frame, and like all the memes I post here, unless stated otherwise I've created....