The Workout

I remember this shared moment with John vividly. I was at the gym after a workout. I had pushed myself hard. There are lots of mirrors at the gym I use. I love looking buff. John was also working out, but lifted considerably more than me, just bigger all around. I've stroked to enough gay porn that I suspected he was also bigger below the belt. I complemented him on how much weight he was using on the leg press. Mostly I am mum in the gym because, well, I do watch a lot of gay porn so it feels a little awkward to make any comments.

I wasn't sure if he was watching me at all. What I do to really push myself is to think of fucking and getting fucked. I don't think about women at all, just two guys fucking like animals. That really helps get me to a deep exhaustion. Some of my grunts are the same as during sex (but only I know that, I think).

I took my shower. I love to get all soapy and touch anything. I do not look around. I had a good overall muscle burn, but it was even more in my glutes.

I put on my lace bikini panties. If anything I own it's to advertise, "fuckable gurl", it would be my underwear. I snapped them in place.

John slapped my ass. "Good workout?"

After a little jump, I said, "Yeah, pretty good. Got a bit of a burn in my glutes."

"Excellent. I did too!" We smiled at each other like best friends.

We nodded. He leaned in to whisper, "You want to continue a workout? The last reps make all the difference."

I nodded, "I believe you, but I need to get home to my husband in a half hour."

He slapped my ass again, but lighter, "Understood. I live a half block away. It is just a simple routine, a classic."

That sounded interesting, so I agreed.

His place was three doors down, no need to drive. The place had all kinds of weight equipment around. It kind of smelled like a gym too. There were pictures of very buff guys on the walls in tight outfits that let you know they also had big cocks. The thing though that really caught my eye was there were condoms on almost every surface, and 3 or 4 bottles of silicon lube. He wasn't shy about being sexually active.

"Come over here to this wall and put your hands above your head, wrists together."

That struck me as an odd request, but whatever. He then pinned my wrists with one of his much larger hands. With the other he cupped my balls. I could have collapsed but he was holding me up.

John leaned his body into mine, then whispered into my ear, "Safe, sane, and consensual my tight little gym bitch. It is a simple routine: I fuck you, a classic stronger man mounting the pussygurl. I like fucking firm gym pussy."

My loins felt so hot so full of blood I couldn't think.

"Now I am going to kiss my married firm gym buddy." He said this so slowly and deliberately, I was having trouble staying on my feet. "If you kiss back, I will consider that consent to fuck your pussy."

He leaned in an paused just as our lips touched. And then I was smashing into his kiss, mouth open, tongue everywhere. It was the clearest consent signal I could give. As we made out, I noticed his place had no AC. Our bodies were so close together we already making sex sweat.

He pulled on my hair and returned to making out like strong men. Even his tongue felt strong. He still had my wrists pinned against the wall.

"Suck my cock bitch," he ordered.

I dropped to my knees. I hadn't scoped out his cock. Now the bulge was the center of my world. He had a wide one. I licked him through his classic white underwear, to get a sense of his cock. He also felt long. I had to see his head, so peeled back his underwear...uncut. I love a dom top whose cut. I tongue the head of his cock, but he was already nearly stiff, so just took him down to the base.

"Aw fuck, you little tight fucking bitch" John said...it was a compliment."Lying hungry pussygurls. Roll the cameras." I only found out later John liked to tape his sexual conquests. Mostly for his own JO, but if something was particularly good, he would check about sharing it with others. I was too busy focusing on getting a little air and not gagging too much.

I don't even remember how we got completely naked so fast, but there we were, me sucking on his hog, and he was now fondling my ass with his strong hands. He used the closest pump bottle of silicon-based lube. I could hear the little pump go, and then he was circling my cunt with his middle finger. He pressed and my twat gave no resistance to his well-lubed finger.

"You fucking bitch," and John pressed his finger in deep. I could feel he biceps power a deep finger fuck, lifting up my ass. I almost forgot I was gagging on his cock. I picked up the speed of the head bobs. Such a wonderful feeling: mouth full of cock, my cunt getting finger-slammed.

"You fucking bitch" as John worked in two fingers. Christ his fingers were fat. It was on the edge of hurting. I went so deep on his cock I tried to lick his balls. I am not sure if it works, his fingers in my pussy were intense.

"You fucking bitch" as John got in the third finger. That did smart, but the burn was not too bad and I was crazy horny so didn't care.

"Get off my cock you cunt," John ordered, pulling me by the hair.

Off of him I did go.

"Now get on all fours looking that way."

I complied. I still stayed in character, so felt a little fear as he positioned himself behind me. I felt his hard cock rub my ass cheek, then his cock head touch my dangling ovaries. A strong hand gripped my shoulder as his cock head touched the target of my opened pussy.

"I promised to fuck your cunt," and with one push, he was in. I was moaning, he was grunting from the fuck, it was just intense. There was the sweat of our bodies, we were both working the fuck, extending the workout. I could feel him building up to his climax. That was the picture, John cumming in my pussy. He not only has a big, cut cock, but also makes a sea of semen. He had a good dozen or more spasms. What a stud.

 The lube did get used well. I didn't see any tissues for wiping up the mess he left deep up my twat. I asked him about it.

"Oh no, boy. You have to wear my cum home. He won't notice, but you will. Go put on you very gay bikini briefs," as he patted my ass. 

Could I get away with that? I shook my head at my situation, worn out from a good workout at the gym and a better one here at John's. I did love the idea of his load leaking out of me. I got dressed and when to give him a peck, but we ended up with another deep French kiss that got my head spinning because it was lighter and his semen was trickling down my inner thigh.

Epilog

I told the husband it was the best workout ever. I did not tell him why. It turns out the place John and I fucked was not John's place at all. One of the older members of the gym has money and is into gym sex. He pays for the place, the charge being the little camera show. It is that old perv that goes through the footage to try and pick out the best picture. Now when I work out, the only thing I listen for is guys talking about visiting that place. Everyone in the know knows I am a willing slut. I still like looking at that image of John releasing into me.

Gym Showers

I'm so glad I set up the camera for our first time! 

John and I had met in the showers of the local gym. That's where I got my first look at his gigantic cock and phenomenal body, and he got his first look at my chastity cage and ass. 

It was clear from the start that I wanted him and he was... intrigued by me. After we were both cleaned and getting dressed I could still see him glancing over at me. I could tell he had some questions but didn't want to be rude or overstep, so I made things easy for him and made the first move. 

I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go back to my place and have a chat. He seemed nervous at first but agreed to join me. 

Once we were at my apartment I stripped down to just my cage as I always do when I get home. As I shed my clothes I explained to him that I don't believe chastity gurls like myself should ever wear clothes at home. I welcomed him to get as naked as he wanted as well, and after a few moments of thought he decided to remove everything but his socks and his watch. 

He had a lot of questions. What is that thing on your dick? 

A chastity cage, it stops me from getting hard or cumming. 

Why do you wear it?

Because I'm a chastity gurl and I don't deserve erections or orgasms. 

What are you into? 

I'll do whatever al man wants but I prefer to be owned. 

He took everything in stride and I had fun watching his cock get harder and harder as our conversation went on. He was surprised to learn that I wore the cage by choice, and didn't have a Daddy who locked it on me. 

It was time for the big question: did he want to fuck me?

He said yes but only if I'd wear a jockstrap, he didn't want to see the cage while he was fucking me. 

I agreed, put on my jockstrap and we got ready. He wasn't sure about the camera but I managed to get him on board. And thank god I did, look at that footage!

You could tell by the look on his face that he didn't expect to have such a good time hammering my pussy. He even called it HIS pussy!

By the time we were done, both of us were covered in sweat and he'd said things he never imagined himself saying to anyone! 

I had a feeling I'd awakened something in him and my suspicions were confirmed when he asked if we could keep hooking up. I agreed and for the next few months we fucked whenever we could. Every time he used me he got a little more comfortable and enthusiastic about dominating me, until about 4 months in he asked to be my key holder. 

As time went on he's gone from a stranger, to a fuck buddy, to my key holder, to my dominant Daddy 

Thank god for those gym showers!

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!

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. 

Desires: Memes and thoughts

I was having a conversation with one of my Twitter followers about my desires and this morning I felt I needed to share them here with you, in the hopes that by my sharing them, they will, some how, come to fruition.

If you read my blog, then you know first hand I identify as a pussyboy, I even consider my pussy to be my gender if you will: pussy/they/her a VERY non-binary approach to my gender identity. But if you understand the vernacular, and thinking of this topic, you may understand where I am coming from. I believe I mentioned here that my thinking goes beyond that of "faggot" which is a whole other mind set, and that my being pussy is more.

With all that said the real reason for this post is my desire. I want and or need a Daddy that understands me fully, accepts me fully and understands the thinking; but I think a lot of as pussyboi's want this. My desire goes beyond even this, and this is where it gets interesting.

I have this BIG really unexplored "Daddy" side when it comes to boi's/gurls like me. I find it so erotically charged when a boi/gurl spreads his legs and offers me his pussy. Now I know what your going to say, "Um, but, Charlie your pussy yourself, what the hell do you expect to do with another pussy?" Well let me tell you plenty!

I'm a huge fan of rimming, which I believe I've spoke about here. Last guy I rimmed, my face never left his pussy for over an hour,, before I came up for air! Then there is fingering, which I could do with a piggie guy for days on end. Then don't get me started on dildo play. Nothing hotter in my opinion than pegging another bottom boi, giving him.... even if it's silicone/rubber/plastic the pounding he deserves. In my thinking even in that situation I'm being of service to HIM! I'm making him happy. Then, not for the faint of heart mind you, there's fisting. 

I've had decades of experience as a fisting top, and thankfully, I have small hands, or so I'm told. If the guy gets off on it, I'll do it. And here is the odd thing, if you will, I get rock hard doing it, and in very few instances over the years I have topped. Now though, I wonder if my topping as a pussyboy, is letting "my brother" pussyboy disappointed as I'm not a TRUE top? Is my topping a disservice?

Anyway, I really believe, to the core of my being I could easily and quickly for in love with a guy/gurl like me. Have a loving, caring relationship together. In an open relationship where together and separately we serve MEN but are fully honest about those encounters with each other. Then come home to each other for our own fun.

A guy/gurl grounded in who they are, know who they are, willing to explore even deeper with me, who they are. Someone comfortable in their own skin to be a home nudist, and even public nudist, like me. Someone to hold at night, spooning each other. Someone to explore our kinks together. Someone I could even marry. Someone, like me who GETS it. I would move heaven and earth for either type of relationship.

Is it so much to ask for, and yes I'm open to inquiries! 

Emasculation: Meme's and thoughts

“Stick your tongue out at me, baby boy, and Daddy's going to put it to real good use. Your so goddamn pretty in in your pretty pink panties Daddy bought for you. It's not hard to resist my baby girl looking like that”. This was the warning I gave before I fucked his throat pussy over and over, blowing load after load on his face until he was completely glazed. Then I made him lick it all up. My finger comes out of his slick pussy. I give a lil slap on his boi-ovaries and I let go of his face.

"Turn around, baby girl, show Daddy that beautiful pussy." 

Then them hands was on my pussy. Just rubbing them pussy-cheeks. Slapping me playfully, jiggling them..

"That's a hot fucking pussy, baby girl and that goddamn perfect lil baby girl cunt."

I guess he was just looking at my fucking cunt, cause Daddy sure as fuck wasn't touching it yet, just playing with my pussy-cheeks.

 I proceeded to pound those cakes and blow another load in its petite little boy pussy.

Insolence has its price. In this case it’s a bruised throat and gaping boicunt.

This morning my mind is on emasculation.

Goggle dictionary describes emasculate as: Depriving a man of his role or identity. Synonyms include: effeminate, effete, unmanly. unmasculine, girlish, namby-pamby, sissy, girly, camp, limp wristed, queeny and epicene

Or to make a man weaker or less effective. Synonyms include: weakened, make feeble, debilitate, enfeeble, enervate, dilute, and erode.

Personally I enjoy the idea of being girly and limp wristed. I'm gay, duh. I'm supposed to be a bit campy in my opinion, and maybe that's my generational thinking as I'm soon to be 55. I'm also a pussyboy power bottom. I adore getting fucked, and fucked stupid. You know, walking a bit funny, your pussy is sore from use, it could be difficult to sit. More or less, in some vernacular some would say I'm a faggot. I don't mind that word either but this is coming from a place of my being involved with Queer Nation and ACT UP. I was a big time, very loud activist nationally. I embraced by faggotness.

I didn't and still DON"T want to assimilate. I am not everyone else. I am not the societal norm, by far. I don't see myself as male or female. Possibly non-binary, but I've written on here this idea of being a third gender, and then taking it the step further that I'm just my true sex organ, and that sex organ happens to be my boipussy. That being pussy is my gender. I know it's very unique, different and possibly disturbing idea but I think it wraps up beautifully who I am. 

Submissive, yes. Passive, yes to the point you would think I was June Cleaver. Does my pleasure come from being of use to a dominant, hell yes. Does that pleasure come from being HIS pussy, fuck yes. Put me in thigh highs, chastity and even high heels you bet your life. Call me a girl, yes. Am I a housewife type, you better believe it.... henny I was Martha Stewart before Martha ever hit the scene.

I don't mind emasculation. Hell, I thrive there. But, here lately I see myself with someone like me in a long term committed relationship, loving each other but in an open relationship where we service MEN together and separately but come home to each other for our own fun together. Maybe, somebody younger than me, or just a tiny bit older.... as I've always been the younger "boi" in my long-term relationships.

Submission: Thoughts & Memes

You look up at him with hesitation in your eyes.  He is a MAN and every fiber of your being tells you to do as he says, even though it goes against everything you have ever believed. 

You trust him. He was your first. He taught you to suck his cock. He took your cherry and stretched out your cunt to fit his cock perfectly. He has taken the time to show you your proper place in life, and you appreciate that. You have come to, not only accept his cock inside of your pussy, you have learned to crave it. You feel complete only when he is ramming his dick in one of your holes. 

You are kneeling in front of him with his cock down your throat, waiting for him to cum. You are going to be digesting his sperm. You will be nothing more than a place to him to cum in. A convenient object for him to use. But you trust him. If he says that this is what you were born to do, what you were made for, then it is true. You are nothing more than a set of holes put on this earth to make the lives of MEN better. Wrapping your cock sucking lips around his shaft and swallowing his CUM is the best use for your mouth.

You trust him, so when you feel his cock flex in your mouth and the hot cum begins to flow, you swallow, as instructed. It never seems to end, you kneel there for several minutes looking up at him as he cums down your throat. When he finishes, you carefully suck the last drops from him and make sure he is clean. He pats you on your head. Having used you, he MIGHT be done with you.

Kneeling in the empty room, you realize that you feel…….fulfilled is the best word for it. You have served your purpose. IF your lucky HE will fuck your pussy stupid, leaving your cunt gaping, cummy, and happily sore. This is our life, my life as HIS pussyboy!

 

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.

Do you think having a micro penis is important for a sub boy?

So a guy I follow on my new Twitter... @CjDale66  asked his followers this question. 

Do you think having a micro penis is important for a sub boy? I want to seriously work on it and I don't know if the alphas appreciate it 

I personally in the last year have come to realize, and have come to a full conclusion that it is VERY important. 

I'll begin by saying I'm a grower. My dick doesn't show! He's a bit of a nubbin limp. Fully hard though I'm 7.5 cut inches. Not huge, but not dinky either. Kind of packing. But as a bottom pussyboy, my dicklet has never fully been my big thing! I'm the kind of guy that doesn't even touch my junk.

That said back in 1988, at the age of 18 I was THEN wearing jocks to hide my junk. The focus, well,  on my pussy. Still, even more so, since last year March learning of the term and realizing I've been that my whole life.

If I wear anything during sex it is a jock, although I tend to call them pussybra's <lol>!

I just bought my first chastity device too. A silicone one. With a decent shaft one it as I'm not sure I'm ready to explore shrinkages, although I find it very erotic. I also don't use masculine terms for my penis. I use clitty, dicklet, and nubbin/nub. I do it as I don't see myself as a MAN, male yes but MAN no. My mind set is very sub, very pussy centric that in and of itself is NOT masculine in my mind. I'm very much 3rd gender as I write about here. Pronouns; he, they, her. I could very easily be Daddy's good girl.

"I'm Daddy's good girl" 

this link is my example of what I mean.  

I, truly, believe this that a Daddy/DOM/MAN doesn't want to really, fully see your dicklet. He wants to see that pussy. Nothing else, especially your alleged "manhood". So hide it away in a jock, Lock it up. Daddy/DOM/MAN certainly doesn't want to see you playing with it as he fucks you, UNLESS and only if he says you can or asks you too. There's only dick if your with that kind of guy and it's HIS, not yours. A lot of THEM want us in chastity too. It forces us to focus on OUR true sex organ.

If they do want to see our dicklets, and especially during fucking us, they want more than anything, I feel, to see our dicklets very limp, flopping around during sex. Caged and flopping around even better, because I feel even then that their thinking is we are focused on serving them even in that situation as our focus is on our pussies, with their dick stuffed in it and doing what we need to do with our pussy to bring them to ejaculation and breeding us.

I really feel so much of this is our mind set as his sub, or as his pussy, or even as his faggot. I also think there are depths to this mind set, meaning deeper thoughts then here. One example: that by doing this things, our sacrificing these things are our way of better serving him and being of service to him. Our needs don't matter in the least, a lot of the time. Our true joy, true fulfillment comes in being the very best us for him in the way HE wants us.

I do find that in the back of my brain that even I want to explore shrinkage, because even in shrinkage we are better serving, and fully serving him. In our shrinkage we become better pussy, that our focus truly is forced to our pussies even more so. Some so go so far as to be mounded... surgically inserted into us, but left with enough out to piss. A few go so far as to have it fully removed, or so I here. That's a whole other thing, for a whole other time...maybe. I think shrinkage also makes us less male, if you will, as virility is based on size.; and for those of us, myself included we don't even see ourselves fully male either. See other posts on this especially the one on being third gender. I see myself as "Daddy's good girl" while being his boi. That make sense? I hope.

My final piece of advice: go get naked, grease up your pussy, grab your poppers, and your favorite porn, and go wreck your pussy for Daddy Charlie.... but leave ur nubbin alone. lol>