You Promised

"You promised to honor and obey," he pushed your head into the pillow roughly, "So I don't want any lip, princess."

Mewling, you curled your toes and bit into the pillow. His cock ached as it stretched your pussy open for the first time. It hurt a little, but you didn't want him to stop.

"You made me wait for our honeymoon," he pulled out to the tip, then slammed back inside, "but now I get to break your pussy in."

His balls felt heavy as they slapped into your rear, but somehow the pressure felt incredible. You belonged to your husband now—you needed to learn how to serve him.

"Good girl, open up," he teased, biting your earlobe, "this pussy is never gonna be empty again."

Pre-dawn Tryst

2 a.m. in the morning and I've got to get out of bed to piss. It's been six months since the wife left in the divorce. Good riddance I say, she never gave it up anyway so what was the point? I've got back to sleeping nude how I like. It's just me and Bobby. He's eighteen this week, Friday actually and today is only Sunday. I get up, not bother dressing because I know he's dead asleep. My erection is bobbing in from of me. All nine cut inches. A bit of pre-cum on the head. Whatever it was I was dreaming must have been awfully damn good. I quietly walk down the hall to the restroom. We live on one of those historic homes in the heart of the historic district of my home town. I'm so quiet as I'm not wanting to disturb Bobby as I'll have to walk by his room to get to the john. As I walk closer to his bedroom door I notice it's open. I'll just close it on my way by.

Once at his door though I peek in. The sheet is covering only his left leg that is slightly bent and his full bubble butt is slightly arched as well as fully exposed. He's stark naked. Sleeps just like me. He's grown up so very fast. He's quite the young man. Then my thoughts turn mischievous and I stand just a foot in his door frame watching him. He's got himself a really nice ass. Nice and firm. Look at how round it is. Damn baby boi has a bubble butt. He shifts a lil in his sleep and his left leg bends more causing his ass to arch up even more. I walk in another step and the moonlight floods the room. There's not a single hair on that ass. Interesting. Wonder if he uses his allowance to wax it. Bobby turns a lil more on on side and his testicles are on display. Well, I'll be goddamned those are hairless too. OK, now. Get a hold of yourself. It just means either he shaves them or gets them waxed as there's not even peach fuzz. 

I walk in another foot and my erection is dripping staring at him and that all to perfect ass of his. He mumbles something in his sleep and I can't make out what he said. Hhmm, wonder what else he waxes or shaves. I walk over to the side of the bed and with his left leg bent so much, all I have to do is grab his left asscheek and gently move it. FUCK, his pussy is hairless. Wait where did that come from? He has an asshole not a pussy. Christ what am I thinking and I know I have to take my hand off of his perfect ass but I simply can't it's so smooth, and firm. Feels to damn good. Christ, ROBERT he's your son. True but it's been six months and here is free and clear, available pussy. I'll just drag my finger over his pussy pucker.  GOD FUCKING DAMN, his asshole is slick! Why is it slick.

I finally remove my hand from his upturned ass and open the bed side nightstand quietly, the bottom drawer. Oh my! Well that explains that. There's a jar of Vaseline with no lid on it. But why? Close the bottom quietly and open the second one quietly. He shifts in his sleep again and his ass is even high in the air. OH SHIT! It's a ten inch dildo with a film of Vaseline on it. Is it from today, or tonight? How often is he using it? I close the drawer and my hand goes back to his ass. Slipping my finger in. I knew it! Vaseline on the inside too! It was tonight! Poor boi has a pussy in heat. God he feels so good, so wet in here. 

"Daddy," he moans in his sleep and it startles me but I know not to move an iota. Even if one finger is buried in his greasy cunt. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," he moans again. 

I know this is a test, somehow. I know he's dreaming of getting dicked. I start sliding my finger in and out of his upturned butt very slowly I'm not wanting to wake him.

"Oh my pussy," Bobby moans. 

Ok, that cements it. My boi, is a pussyboi. Even knows he's pussy. That's an incredible start if you ask me. I add a second finger to his twat. He's moaning his head off fast sleep. That's it! I can't wait any longer. I have to taste that CUNT! Damn he's so sweet tasting, so fucking smooth too.

"WHAT the actual fuck?"

"Bobby! You're awake."

"Yeah and your face is in my pussy, Dad. You care to explain that?"

"Um, well."

"Well, um, what?"

I ignored him and went back to nibbling, chewing, licking, slurping, rubbing my stubble into, sucking on his spit slick twat and all he could do was moan. My tongue dragging just on the outer lips then probing inside, then back to running my tongue on his outer pussy lips; back and forth, back and forth over and over again till he was panting.

"You better be planning on fucking me, Dad."

"Oh I plan on it. Planned on it the second I felt Vaseline in your cunt, baby boi."

"You plan on breeding my pussy Daddy?"

"I breed you, son, then it becomes MY pussy. You do understand that right?"

"Yes, of course I do.

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....

 

Four types of bois

Men: so you're fucking a bottom and you're wondering whether he's the kind of boy who can easily be turned into a submissive bitch? There's an easy way to tell. If he doesn't touch his own junk at all without needing to be told not to, he's already got a strong submissive streak. Turning him into your own personal toy and bitch boy will be easy.

Some of these naturally submissive bois will wait until you cum before turning their attention to themselves and their clitties; while others will ask for permission to do that. Which I think should be the norm as it it your tops pleasure you are seeking in the first place and not your own so therefore you never touch your clitty. Yet others may just get dressed, knowing that your load in their pussy is all they need and they leave. Adding their own load would seriously distract from the most important thing to them in this moment and that is once again YOUR pleasure, not theirs.  The only thing that truly matter to them was getting bred, for in you breeding them was their signal that they were truly good pussy that did it's job.

You can usually tell any of these bois that they DON'T have your permission to ejaculate and they will most likely obey without protests. Personally here I think they had their chance of doing that hands free while you were coring out their cunt, and hammering their princess spot/slut button. However, next time you do decide to fuck them. surprise them with a chastity cage and they'll very easily could be all yours--- as for many it is the happiest day of their lives.

There's a second group of bois who will attempt to pleasure themselves while you hammer away at their pussy but will quickly and obediently oblige when you make it clear you don't want them too. They may or may not have a natural submissive streak. It may or may not be as strong as in the first group of bois, or not as quite as developed yet. Either way, these bois can easily be turned into submissive bitch bois with the proper training by you. 

The third group of bois are those who keep reaching for their dicks and will get themselves off without asking permission and could care less what you said, or want from them, even though you've explicitly said they were not allowed. First of all these bois need a bare pussy, over the knee spanking! These bois ca be the hardest to train into a submissive bitch boi, because they may not see themselves that way at all. They may not see themselves as having a pussy, and if that is the case they more than likely may not see their pussy as their only source of pleasure. But when did you ever shy away from a challenge, Daddy? For some Daddy's breaking these defiant bois own will for independence and attachment to their pleasure is the greatest joy of all.

Lastly, is the group of boi's who see themselves as girls; meaning they use all feminine terms for all of their sexual parts as I have discussed here before: pussy, princess spot/slut button for prostrate, testicles become ovaries and of course clitty, nubbin or dicklet. They fully know, accept and celebrate the fact that they have a pussy, that their main pleasure comes from being pussy from men, are beyond thrilled when bred, may dream of becoming pregnant and the only real pleasure they want is their pussy-gasms/prostate orgasms because it means Daddy is really enjoying your pussy then. We may develop an internal liquid with sexual use, for some it turns into a frothy mix, we've all seen in porn and for some of us we enjoy the pussy stretch more than anything so we can be prone to big dildo's or even fisting. As long as pussy is in use we are at our happiest. Daddy's pleasure is our only pleasure, period end of story. We may even call ourselves girls, like I do.

I'll brazenly admit this is the group I'm in. I'm also the type that craves to be "Daddy's good girl", for Daddy to buy me lingerie, thigh highs, garters, lacy crotchless panties, bras, corsets. Maybe a cute skirt with my dress shirt and a cardigan, blurring the line but a clear biological "boi". Think Harry Styles here, or Jayden Smith or even Billy Porter as examples of what I'm trying to say here.

For Daddy's with a girl--- my best advice is marry her! Immediately!

Daddy vs. daddy: a Dichotomy

This morning I woke with the dichotomy of Daddy vs. daddy (the only written word difference being the lowercase d). We all know what is or isn't a Daddy, so I'll not rehash that...unless in the comments below you say differently.

I want to talk about lowercase daddy. My, daddy-ness or how I see it in myself for that in all honesty is all I can write about... the rest is assumptions on my part that may or may not be the case across the board.

I want to say I started noticing a big shift in what sexually drew my eye especially to "print" and or still pictures of gay porn. Anybody with a dick can flash a dick pic, you just need a dick and as Ms. Cracker would say, "Shabbat Shablam" bingo bang-o your done. Not everybody flashes pictures of their boypussy and or in a very sexualized, provocative way that says, to me at least, "THIS, this is my sexual organ. Not my dicklet.

At first I thought I was drawn to the boi doing that, and in those poses and pictures I saw myself to a degree, but I also saw what I could become, what I wanted and needed to be even now at approaching 55 and as boypussy myself. I felt it was all those issues and not necessarily a sexual fascination and urgency to play with them sexually in only the ways two pussyboys can.

But then the UNTHINKABLE happened. I was at the baths, shortly they reopened here in Ohio, and there was this great looking guy standing there in an orange jockstrap and mask. His big pussy on display. He is a tiny bit older than I, just a lil... and I walked up behind him slipped my finger right between his cheeks and drug my finger across his pussy and whispered in his ear,"You have a very nice pussy."

First let me say, that ISN'T who I am. I had never said and done anything like that ever before, EVER. I'm not anywhere near that brazen, forthcoming or ballsy. When we got back to my room, thankfully the deluxe with a queen bed I shut the door and ala @VikingMuscleXXX and said to him, "Present your pussy to Daddy." He looked at me oddly and I said up on the bed, pussy up, back arched, legs spread wide and give me your best view possible. HE mother-fucking did IT! BINGO!

We played in each others pussy for three solid hours and I feel a real connection was made. Even during our play I called him, "baby boy". All things way out of my "norm" but knowing in the back of my head it was my new norm. That's why the post on desire. We exchanged emails and we began talking, no less than weekly.

November rolled around and I mentioned my birthday and he said "I want to do something nice for Daddy." In our email conversations I began signing them"Daddy" and addressed them as "Boi" then his name (But I'm going to respect his privacy here). "I asked what he had in mind?" The reply was simple and in my opinion humble, "present my pussy to you again". Another "Shabbat Shablam" moment.

Now almost a year later after meeting him, and I said it in November... and thankfully he didn't freakout... but I LOVE him.

 I could see us building a life together, or at least I hope so. I see my "daddy-ness" as giving, caring, loving, supportive, kinky, fun, attuned to his needs and not mine and that my caring for him is MY service to him. I hope he sees this! I hope he knows that "daddy loves him even way more than he may think" and that it's time we move forward and start to seriously date.

Lingerie: Meme's, story & thoughts

Jordan was sending his Daddy a photo, showing his Daddy that he was dressed up just the way his Daddy wanted, with bright pink fishnet stockings and matching pink panties, cut to show off the boi’s puusy while providing the minimal covering that the law required for his pussy-lips and his boy-clit.  Even though Jordan had dressed up this way a number of times before for his Daddy’s amusement, he couldn’t help blushing in embarrassment.  He’d been a super-jock in college, lettering in three different sports, and he could only imagine what his ex-teammates would think if they could see him now, see him the way he was going to be walking into The Devil’s Den in less than an hour.

Jordan had been his Daddy’s fuck-bitch for over a year and had long since become accustomed to all the ways his Daddy – and his Daddy’s friends – liked to use the boi. One thing Jordan had discovered early on was that nothing gave his Daddy more pleasure than publicly humiliating Jordan. Therein lay the rub.

While at first Jordan had been mortified and humiliated when he was ordered to strip buck naked in the backrooms of the bars Daddy frequented, and allow total strangers to ream out his pussy, while all their friends stood around and mocked Jordan as a slut, over time Jordan had not only gotten use to being publicly whored-out, he’d actually come to enjoy it. Servicing MEN was what being a bitch-boi was all about and Jordan’s Daddy had long since convinced Jordan that he was most certainly a bitch-boi.

Not surprisingly, Jordan’s Daddy soon realized this was happening and changed his tack.  One night, they entered The Devil's Den and, instead of leading Jordan to the backroom, he brought him into the bathroom, where he stripped the boi naked, positioned him on his knees between two urinals, and told Jordan this was where he’d be spending the entire night.

Jordan thought he’d die of shame that first night as dude after dude walked up to him, most of them either smirking or openly laughing at him.  

But bitch-boi's, being what they are, have an almost unlimited capacity to acclimate themselves to uses they are frequently put.  It took Jordan a long time, but eventually he reached a point where serving for total strangers seemed perfectly normal, simply a part of his life as his Daddy's boi. 

Once again, Jordan’s Daddy had to devise a new way to publicly humiliate his boi and that was when he hit upon the idea of making Jordan dress up in woman’s lingerie when he appeared in the bars. The MAN figured, correctly as it turned out, that an ex-jock like Jordan would find being dressed like that particularly mortifying. Jordan definitely did.

The hoots and guffaws that greeted him when he walked into one of the bars the first time dressed in his pink panties and stockings and stiletto heels actually made him tear up.  He could feel his skin burning as his entire body turned a brilliant scarlet.  He'd never been so humiliated, and being his Daddy's boi, that was saying a lot.  He wanted to crawl under a rock.

The thing was that, unlike his experiences in having to sexual service total strangers, the abject embarrassment Jordan felt in wearing lingerie didn’t lessen over time. Anything, Jordan felt each  appearance more mortifying than the earlier ones. The boi absolutely hated appearing in public in his lingerie so, of course, his Daddy made it the standard dress for all Jordan’s trips to the bars.

Tonight was no different. Just thinking about walking into the bar dressed the way he was had Jordan’s stomach in knots. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep from crying when his entry was greeted – as it always was – by a cacophony of laughter and shouted insults by all the regulars. But what could Jordan do? He had to do whatever his Daddy wanted. He had no choice in the matter.

With a heartfelt sigh, Jordan was about to put down the phone when it zinged that a text message had just come in.  It was from Jordan’s Daddy and it read, “Bitch, there’s a package for you on the bureau.  Open it and put it on and then send me a pic.”

Jordan had seen the package before but had known better than to open it without instructions to do so.  Now he walked over to the bureau and picked it up.  His hands were literally shaking as he opened it. When he saw what was inside he couldn’t keep from moaning aloud. He was actually crying when he reached in and extracted a flimsy satin bra, its pink a perfect match for the panties and stockings he was already wearing.

Jordan’s hands were still shaking as he put the bra on, and it took him a while to work the latch in the back. Once he managed that, he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t keep from sobbing aloud as he looked at himself, as he saw the way the bra just seemed to mold itself to his pecs but leave both nipples clearly on display, providing an open invitation for any MAN to squeeze and twist Jordan’s puckered tits.  Combined with the panties and stockings, the bra made Jordan look like the biggest sissy-slut imaginable, the type of boy-whore who had no self-respect, the total antithesis of the type of masculine dude Jordan had always tried to project himself as.

Just standing in his own bedroom looking at himself in the mirror, Jordan was more mortified than he had ever been in his life.  And he couldn’t even imagine the humiliation he’d feel when he walked into the Devil’s Den later tonight.

Jordan was still weeping when he picked up his phone and took a photo and then sent it to his Daddy.   And when his Daddy saw the way Jordan looked, saw the tears streaking down the boy’s cheeks, his hard cock just throbbed in his pants. Jordan’s Daddy knew he was going to have a great time at the bar tonight. A great time. It would just be the first of many, many more.  

this one was found online & fits the theme

Hoping all of you scroll this far, and hoping you enjoyed the short story and meme for today. I know there was a post about emasculation so I won't repeat that idea, even though it would be easy to do here. What I do want to talk about is lingerie and bois. Some of us within the LGBTQIA+ community who are not only submissive and passive, and all of the other traits I've spoke about here, but enjoy lingerie as a boi. I'm one of those boi's. It only happened recently for me, as believe it or not I did drag professionally for eighteen years. I can't tell you the number of times I got hit on in drag and they wanted to go to bed with "her" instead of me as a boi. I never did it as back then you wanted to have sex with me it was as a boi and not "her" or any part of her.

That was until last year the height of COVID-19 and months of isolation. A dear friend asked me to make an appearance in drag after a eighteen year hiatus. I said yes, and I also had nothing in any way to perform. Off I went shopping. Part of my big purchase was white thigh highs and a garter. I slipped them on and something clicked. I'm not sure what to call that "something" but I wore them under dress slacks to an event I went to later and I felt alive and fully me.

I've done it a few times now and I found a web site that makes "ladies lingerie" but designed for the male body: curved pouches as well as bigger fronts as well. I wear them often much like these memes. For me, lingerie, it cements who I am as well as what I am. It makes feel like a fully rounded person. Go give it a try for yourself, you may be surprised. 

Submission: Meme's and my thoughts

Submission is the starting point. It’s the mindset required for you to achieve everything you need to fulfill your purpose. Submission isn’t the goal, it isn’t your purpose. It is only the starting point. Submission allows you to empty your brain, allows your Daddy to replace the contents with HIS own thoughts, ideas, opinions, and desires. Submission allows you to accept you are an empty vessel and in need of ownership. Submission is where it all begins, preparing yourself to be molded by Daddy who gives you the gift of allowing you to worship him. Becoming what he deserves. Never thinking of anything beyond what he deserves. That is the goal. Submission is the starting point. 

Receiving= getting fucked. Simply receiving. It looks easy, but there is a lot of training in it. This boi has learned to keep his hands away, keep his legs spread wide. The boi knows that its limp dicklet/clitty/nubbin is irrelevant. Daddy isn’t interested in how the boi is doing. HE isn’t interested in the boi’s enjoyment. He isn’t interested in what the boi is thinking. HE is interested only in the total submission of the boi. HE is interested in the boi’s focus on the Daddy's pleasure only. HE is interested in getting what HE wants, what HE deserves. Boi's, this is all HE ever wants from you, an open, willing, greedy, hungry pussy. Keep your mouth shut unless HIS dick is in it, keep your head empty, and keep submitting, obeying, and being grateful for the opportunity to worship.

2 stories and memes

 

You told me you didn't have a pussy. You didn't know what I meant when I said I would cunt you, but you still begged me to fuck you stupid. Now do you understand, boy? Now when you look down at your pussy do you see it? Do you see the devastation my fat cock did to your pussy? Do you see the cunt you now have? Do you see that now you have a pussy? Well?

“You ever been fucked before?” he asked, as he thrust his massive cock into your pussy.

“N-no, I-I’m straight.”

“No, you’re a natural. I've never seen a pussy open up so quickly and fully in an effort to please the men using it.” He plunged into me, balls-deep, sending a spurt of precum gushing from my dicklet, onto the sheets under me and making me moan. “Your pussy is getting all loose, and wet, so fast. It’s like it wants me to cum in there.”

“Not a pussy!” I protested, fully aware that my struggles were just making it feel better for him.

"It may not have been a pussy when you woke up this morning, but it is definitely a pussy now. My friends and I have cunted you fully and permanently. Your untouched ass has been transformed into a gaping, cum filled, fully functioning pussy, made to serve men's cocks."

"I don't want to have a pussy,"

"It doesn't matter what you want, you have one now.  Your life has now changed forever. You exist, now, to serve men as their pussy. Now, at this point, you may be concerned that this was a one time deal. That we just used you to get off and will toss you aside now that our balls have been fully drained, but don't worry.  We would never give you this much pleasure then take it away from you. You now have a open, willing pussy, ready and able to pleasure their cocks. That way you don't have to worry about your new pussy closing up or going to waste."

"Why"

"To give your life purpose and meaning and to give us a place to dump our loads.

Cunting: Memes & my thoughts

    The proper result of a successful cunting is that the former "anus" becomes a puffy boicunt? That beta boi has done well to imitate the shape and power of a pussy, but in the fulfilling process of being cunted changes the mindset of the boi forever. The result of getting fucked and bred so relentlessly and hard by a big cock that makes an asshole become a sloppy cunt. Completely removing any last shred of masculinity they had left.

 As the strong hung alpha man withdraws his thick cock after depositing his sperm inside this freshly cunted true betaboi-pussy, the body immediately responds.. transforming what was once a utility hole into a yearning pleasure pussy and the boi thrives in being pussy, longs to be pussy all the time, realizes his place a pussy. The obviously magical pairing of two people fulfills both those destinies. One strong powerful inseminating alpha male spreading his seed and a submissive beta boi opening his womb and making it conform to please the real men. 

Yes, it is unfortunate that some of the life given sperm leaks out, but rest assured the 100 million+ MAN SEEDS are swimming deep inside and injecting the beta with potent hormones and signaling the body to properly transform. Damn, that boipussy is so properly good. 

As the beta sub finally accepts the proper cunting, as his boipussy stretches to accommodate a real man breeding him. He finally relaxes and his uselss soft clit flops helplessly as the manhood is fucked out of him. It hurts to be aggressively cunted and turned into a nothing more than a masturbation tool for a  man's use. No lube, no condom, no concern for your feelings. His physical pleasure is all that matters. 

Your problem, at the moment, is that the man using you, feels pure joy in busting your hymen. Smashing his cock in you as hard as he can. Way harder than any boipussy should be able to take. He is using and wrecking your pussy for his pleasure, not caring how badly he damages or even destroys your pussy. Your  agony seems to turn him on, making his cock even harder. He pounds you into submission, destroying your ability to ever pretend that you are still a man.

The process of a large man re-sizing and re-purposing your pussy to perfectly fit his thick cock in which you can feel him re-arranging your insides with his dick. The sensation of his cock hammering your ass into shape to serve as his personal, on-call Fleshlite is the most agonizingly amazing feeling you have ever experienced. The only temporary relief from the fucking of being turned into his bespoke cock socket is when he briefly pauses to paints your guts with his nut, before resuming the onslaught.

The worst part of the process isn't even the pain, it's knowing that from now on whenever he gets horny he will be using your stretched out pussy to jerk himself off. Knowing that you have no control of when, where or how he uses you. That this  will occur over and over, whenever he feels like it. This usually followed up with a second extended slow pussy stretching, but allowing the bitch to begin to experience and desire the pleasure of cock, his smooth skin kissing the cunt with each stroke as the "labia" begins to set shape.

In the charmed third time: the final cycle of cunting, complete boipussy creation by explosive breeding by impregnation.. the powerful sperm deposited deep past the now formed labia to filling the betas pussy "womb." This forces the semen and powerful hormones to be absorbed through the pussy walls and triggering complete emotional "ovulation" and permenant clitoral reassignment of the now full pussy.

For pussyboys being cunted is best when freely administered, but some need assistance to break the false programming of society. Most understand intellectually their place, and willfully ask for conversion. These pussyboys should never be ridiculed but celebrated, because even before a true alpha seeds their pussies, they have already been cunted in the most important place, their mind. It is a fait accompli that their soul is properly initiated with a large forceful cock stretching their pussy to full awareness and subsequent consecration of their spirit with the insemination of semen!