Piggy 🐷

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Tips welcome, if you like…

my butch is so mean :( she won’t let me cum unless I make eye contact with her but then she likes to fuck me from behind so I can’t see her because my face is in the mattress and I don’t get to cum :(((((((

Honestly that's a good fuckin move and I'm borrowing it lmao

"Here's the game: the shock collar will slowly increase in frequency and intensity until you unlock yourself with the keys, which I've dropped somewhere in the house. If you fail, you get half an hour of the treadmill in the sauna room. See you after work!"

With a click the audio cuts off to static noise at 75dB, and she is left alone in the hot and muggy dark. She tries to calm herself, but already the first shock causes her to scream in pain (not that she can hear herself over the gag and static). She paws at the stiff posture collar, at the mitts, accomplishing nothing except frustration.

The second shock elicits yet another gagged scream, and she falls to the floor, frantically scrabbling for the promised keys. Shock after shock comes, and the day is barely begun.

i cannot get over the thought of genuinely being conditioned not to like/want orgasms.

just like imagine someone edging you, feeding you praise and affection the whole time, making you feel really good. every time they deny one of your orgasms they coo at you and tell you how good you are and how much you turn them on.

but every time they do make you cum, they make it completely unenjoyable. maybe they ruin all your orgasms so they aren’t worth it. maybe they keep going while you’re completely oversensitive and struggling to get away because it’s too much. maybe they hurt you as soon as you cum so you don’t even get to enjoy your orgasm.

imagine this going on for months and months until the thought of cumming is completely unappealing/frightening. imagine never wanting to cum again because you know how good edging feels and how much better it is.

There’s nothing in the world that’s hotter than the sight of a beautiful boy clinging to your legs, looking up at you with the sweetest expression of pure, desperate devotion. Except maybe knowing that no matter what you do to him, that expression won’t change a bit.

Night In With Aunt Bridget

It was a pleasant evening with Aunt Bridget. A few drinks with her favourite nephew and an opportunity to relax for the weekend. They laughed and joked and she sat, crossing those long, booted legs…..something that her nephew was paying close attention to.

The nephew adored his Aunt. She was the younger and glamorous sister of his frumpy, strict mother. Her dress sense was sexy and very appealing to a young man. He stirred uneasily as Aunt Bridget once again crossed her legs. She noticed his discomfort as she sipped her wine…..he in turn took a massive gulp of his drink as she asked him what the matter was.

He blurted it all out. The sissy fantasy he harboured since being a teen. The desire to wear lovely clothes, be made up and to shamefully be forced into sissy bondage and whoring. Too much drink had loosened the boy’s tongue and Aunt Bridget nodded sympathetically. You see, she knew all about his little habits. Many previous visits resulted in her panty drawer being disturbed, her shoe collection had also been touched. Her special dress up box was left open, with her range of wigs obviously taken out. Aunt Bridget loved to play all manner of games with her gentlemen friends and her wardrobe reflected those fancies.

With the nephew looking slightly dazed at how he confessed so readily, Aunt Bridget rested a perfectly manicured hand on his knee and told him to come upstairs with her. They entered her bedroom and she flung the wardrobe door open along with her panty and nylon drawer. She commanded him to pick an outfit, some underwear, heels and a wig of choice. With a trembling hand, he selected a mustard yellow sweater, short black skirt, patent heels and dark shiny nylons. She ordered him to pull on the nylons first as she knew the feeling against him would be heaven, and she was right as he then put on the pink panties he knew so well, with the strawberry blonde wig finally placed on his head.

Aunt Bridget smiled and with some help, he had an impressive rack stuffed under the sweater to go along with the rest of the ensemble. The makeup was applied and little sissy nephew was seated in front of the dressing table mirror hypnotised by his reflection.

But things weren’t going to end there were they? The bondage fantasy was now the true elephant in the room…..and dearest Aunty revealed the box hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe. Nephew had always been very curious, but the container was always locked. Aunt Bridget went to her jewellery box and found the key, slipping it into the lock and lifting the lid. The box was a haven of bondage equipment….gags, cuffs, rope, bandage wrap and tape. There were other things in there that her innocent nephew wasn’t sure of, but they would be explained soon enough.

The rope was expertly applied around his torso and legs. To nephew’s shame, his cock was bulging through the pink panties and Aunty hitched the skirt up to confirm her suspicions. She felt the offending lump and he had leaked a little through the nylons and panties. She tutted as she pulled her own panties off and balled them up. He opened his mouth without any prompting and she placed her warm, moist underwear behind his slutty red lips. The red bandage was wrapped tightly to seal the gag in place and he moaned softly, struggling against the ropes and trying to dry hump Aunty’s booted legs. Another tut was his reward as Aunt Bridget sat down on the bed and retrieved her phone.

She snapped a few pics of sissy nephew and told him that his fantasy would be a reality tonight. Aunty knew some friends who loved their games too….a charming couple who were very open minded. She made nephew watch as she sent the photos to her friends and the resulting replies. He whined at the thought of being seen like this and who knows what else. He stared down at his stiffening cock, betrayed by the thought of being a used sissy.

Aunty gently kissed his gagged mouth and produced a gleaming steel chastity cage. It seems she was more than used to dealing with these situations and she shushed the wretched slut as she called her sister. Apparently, sweet nephew will be staying over tonight.

So don’t wait up, Mother.

Look what I got today.

Jennifer Ketcham expressed hunger and fire as Penny Flame in Kink.com’s Men in Pain. I always enjoyed her performances.