Who Is Going To Take Mine? While Down There You Can Also Take The Rest. Feminize Me & Use Me

Yes yes yes hurry up and give it to me!!!!!

Caught in Lingerie!!! P3

I found myself laying on the bed, clad in lingerie, the same lingerie that I had been wearing when Amber caught me and my new life began. Amber had told me that seeing as I was watching bimbofication porn when she caught me then I had better start listening to BambiSleep files.

Amber: It’s only fitting babe, you seem to enjoy watching porn centered around bimbos. You might as well learn to be one.

She tied me to the bed and placed a pair of headphones around my ears. Soon I was lost in a haze as hypnotic sounds and suggestions played softly over the headphones.

That was three weeks ago and everyday, I spend “time with Bambi” as Amber refers to it. Now, whenever I get aroused my head gets heavy and I feel giddy. I find myself enjoying what she’s doing more and more, though at times it interferes with work. I’ve been locked in chastity for five weeks now and I’m horny nearly constantly.

“You’re going to go so deep

Just like you’ve gone so many times before

And you’re going to be such a good girl”

A moan escapes my painted lips, my eyes get heavier with each passing sentence. I feel weightless, like a bubble that needs to be popped.

There is still a part of me that resists, though it gets weaker with each Bambi session that I go through. A part of me relishes the fact that I’m powerless, that I resist less each day.

“Just take a deep breath

Hold it for a moment

And breathe out

Take another deep breath

Hold it

Focus on my words

And Bambi Sleep”

Amber sits beside, smiling as I moan, as my eyes glaze over. She always sits and watches.

I want to be on this journey so bad

Confused

I blink, staring at the ceiling. My head feels… weird. Like I just woke up from the deepest sleep of my life, but my brain is full of static.

Something’s wrong.

I sit up, groggy, rubbing my face. My fingers sink into something soft. I pull and long silky strands slip between my fingers. Blonde.

I freeze.

That’s not right. My hair is short and brown. I pull again, harder this time, but the golden locks stay attached. No, no, no…this isn’t….this can’t be…

My heart pounds as I scramble up, only to feel a strange weight on my chest. My arms press against something soft, and…oh god. I look down.

Two round, perky breasts sit right there. On me.

No. I…I don’t…

I grab them instinctively, feeling their shape, their weight, the warmth of my own hands against them.  They’re sensitive. Have they always felt like this?

I stand on shaky legs, the room tilting as I rush toward the mirror. I have to see. I have to.

The girl in the reflection is stunning.

She can’t be me.

Long, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, soft, kissable lips. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places, her skin impossibly smooth. She’s wearing a tiny red bikini that barely covers her…my figure.

I lift a shaking hand to my face. The reflection does the same.

That’s me.

No. No, this is wrong. I had brown hair. I was taller. I was a guy.

But if I was so sure, then why… why can’t I remember my own name?

I know I was a guy.

But I press my thighs together and nearly collapse when I feel the horrifying absence between them.  I put my hand to the warm, wet slit where a penis should be.  It feels so good.

I try to focus, to distract myself from this feeling, but my head feels like mush. My thoughts are sluggish and warm, slipping away the moment I reach for them. Why can’t I think?

I was…I was smart.  Right?

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ground myself, trying to fight back the haze creeping into my thoughts.

This isn’t right.

I’m not supposed to be like this.

Am I?

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only makes things worse. My chest rises and falls in a way that feels … natural?

I stare at my reflection, searching for something that will prove this is all some kind of mistake. But as I move, adjusting my stance, shifting my hips, I don’t feel clumsy or awkward. In fact, I move with a kind of effortless grace I don’t remember ever having.

I don’t remember ever walking like this, but somehow, I just know how to sway my hips in a way that draws attention. I don’t remember wearing makeup before, but when I reach for the vanity, my hands move on their own, uncapping a lipstick and applying it with perfect precision. My lips pout instinctively, and…oh god.

I look hot.

No. No, no, no, this isn’t me! I’m not a girl! I’m not supposed to want to look sexy!

But then… why does it feel good?

My eyes flick toward the door. I should be panicking. I should be looking for a way to fix this, to undo whatever the hell happened to me. Instead, I catch myself thinking about going out.  About walking through a crowded place, feeling eyes on me.

Not just any eyes. Men’s eyes.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, a strange, electric excitement I don’t understand. My mind flashes with images of strong hands on my waist, warm lips against my neck, deep voices murmuring in my ear.

I shudder, my thighs pressing together. There’s that feeling again.  That warm, intoxicating feeling.

No! I…I wasn’t into guys! I was straight! I liked…

But what did I like?

The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it gets. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to fight this.

But, what if I just…lean into it? Just for a little while?

What’s the harm?

Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe I’ve always been a hot, sexy woman.  Maybe I’ve always desired buff, dominant, Alpha males.  Maybe I’ve always wanted to get pounded by their massive dicks over and over and over again.

Yeah, the more I think about it. That seems right.

I must have just been confused.

No I will not

You can take it along with my testicles

Looking for someone in Ontario to feminize me

Inject me with female hormones

Feed me female hormones

Take my testicles

Feminize my face

Invert my penis into a tight little pussy so I have 3 holes to satisfy you

Anyone Canadians up to this task?

Got my liner in today because I made to much of a mess yesterday in my panties from my new butt plug making my clittie leak all day.

I created this page to express myself and my fantasies for people to enjoy. I will be posting a series about my fantasies in parts as often as I can. I would love your feedback.

CAUGHT IN LINGERIE!!! P1

It was just another day, my girlfriend was at work and I had the day off. I dressed in my favorite lingerie, put on a wig, makeup, and locked my cock in a chastity cage. I started watching bimbofication porn while riding my dildo, fantasizing about becoming a bimbo. I lost myself in the porn and fantasy, completely unaware of my gf entering the room quietly.

She just stood there smiling as she watched me, moaning as I called myself a dumb little bimbo and a dirty fuckdoll. Just as I was about to climax she started laughing loudly, tearing me back to my senses as I desperately tried to think of an excuse.

GF:Oh my god babe, I had no idea you were such a naughty girl. Let me get a look at you.

She had her phone in her hand, taking photos of me, flushed and sweaty from riding. I tried to stand, tried to run, even though I knew there was no place to run to. She pinned me against the chair, dildo fully in me

Me: I-I-I…….. didn’t know you would be here.

GF: I forgot my purse. Is that a chastity cage? Oooh you are such a dirty little slut aren’t you.

She saw the key and grabbed it before I could stop her. She held it in front of me, smiling.

GF: maybe I should hold onto this for awhile babe. We wouldn’t want you touching yourself now would we?

I stared at her in a mixture of shock and arousal.

GF: I think I’m going to enjoy this, let’s see what you’ve been watching slut.

She turned to the computer and saw every video I’ve watched, commenting and laughing.

GF:Sissy training, bimbofication, bondage? Ohhhhh babe, you are such a dirty slut, aren’t you? I had no idea that this is what you get off to. Well, I guess some changes are needed.

Me: Changes? What do you mean?

GF: Now that I know just how much of a sissy you are, I think that I’ll keep you locked in chastity for awhile. Now come on sissy, time for you to learn your new role in our relationship.