Friday, February 25, 2011

Fucked Like a Sissy

Okay, so it wasn't the best response to one of my polls, but the choices were a little more complex and did require a bit more effort from you sissy bitches. Hugs and kisses to all you gurls who took the time to read and share your sissy tastes. This was still a good reponse for a poll.

I am happy that 351 of you sissy bitches and sissy lovers took the time to vote. You know, I write this blog because I want to hear from you gurls. I want to know what drives you wild. If what I write gets your clitty hard -- I want to hear about it, and if your little clit gets wet . . . you better tell me! I am thrilled to tantilize all of you little cocksucking sissy bitches, but I need to hear from you, if you want me to continue. Responding to polls is one way, but comments are even better!

So, again with the results . . .

There's really no "news" or surprises again this time. The fact of the matter is that sissies love to be fucked like whores as much as they like to suck cock -- big surprise! As suspected, you fucking sissy cunts are all just as slutty as this little sissy bitch. That's why I love to share with you. And judging by the results, you're all pretty much equally submissive, as the vast majority of you sissy faggots would gleefully beg for your Daddy's cock and offer him your pretty little sissy pussy to fill with his hot cum.

So, here's the bare results:

You're dressed like a slut and already have Daddy good and hard. Now you need to be fucked. Daddy makes you beg for his cock and finally tells you, "Get ready Bitch!" What do you do?
085 sissies, 24% -- I remove my panties, crawl on the bed, reach back and spread my cheeks, and wait for it doggy style.
100 sissies, 28% -- I can't wait, so I turn around, bend over with my hands on the bed, offer Daddy my panty covered ass, and beg, "Please just fuck me Daddy!"
103 sissies, 29% -- I slowly crawl on the bed, take off my panties, lay on my back, lift my skirt, spread my legs with knees high, hold my clitty and and urge, "Oh Daddy, come make your bitch scream."
063 sissies, 17% -- I sit on the bed, cross my legs exposing my stocking tops and pat the bed, "Come on Daddy, your slut wants to ride your monster cock until you fill me with cum."

First, I must bow in submission to you gurls who chose to ride your Daddy. The option does sound sooo sensual, teasing Daddy with your feminine allure, patting the bed to invite your man to be ridden. But taking charge in such a way, while being natural for a woman, is quite ballsy for a sissy -- I'm far too much of a submissive little bitch to even contemplate such an action.

But you 63 sissies, more power to you! I must admit that I'm impressed with your confidence. You may still be pathetically addicted to cock and every bit as effeminate and sissified as the rest of us, but really must also have something a little bit extra.

I get the feeling that if we were together, I'd be your bitch.

To sit on top of your Daddy, looking down at him while you ride his hard cock, it's like you would be doing the fucking instead of being fucked. I bow to you gurls, for I know without doubt if we were together, I'd gladly be your bitch too.

The other three choices are all rather tightly grouped, with only a 5% spread separating the most and least popular. This makes total sense, since after all, they all represent total sissy submission to the sissy-slut desire to be fucked by a real man, to submit as Daddy's little cockwhore and have our sissy pussies pounded and filled with hot steamy cum.

Coming in at thrid place with 85 votes is the choice to crawl on the bed, spread your sissy pussy and wait to be fucked doogy style. I know that for many of you bitches, this is your favorite position, so this does make sense, although it wasn't my top pick. Those of you who did pick this option are likely drawn to it for either the intense sense of humilation or perhaps the freedom it offers should another hard cock be available to fuck your pretty little mouths.

I have to admit that there is something deliciously degrading about being put on all fours, about not even being able to look directly at the man pounding my sissy cunt. It is so animalistic, just being his bitch, not being able to do anything but push back against his pelvic thrusts. It almost makes me cum in my panties just thinking about his strong hands holding my hips while my man forces his hard cock deep in my asspussy.

Okay, so I do love being fucked silly on my hands and knees. What submissive little sissy cockslut wouldn't? Most of us all just want big, hard pricks stuffing our mouths and fucking our tight little sissy holes, and we're sure not going to refuse a nice fucking because of the position some stud wants to use. But for me, I say, all-fours is for the floor. If there's a comfy bed, I'm taking to my back -- if I'm allowed.

Though it wasn't my first choice, I definitely get the second place finisher. With exactly 100 of you little sissy cocksluts picking it number one, the impromptu bend-over-and-get-fucked option is just so sissy. "Please just fuck me Daddy!" What else could possibly scream cock-craved sissy whore so loudly?

There is something about admitting that we need cock so badly that we'll take it anytime and anyplace that just makes my clitty twitch. And there's something about being bent over whatever is most near that screams submissive fucking sissy bitch! I've taken cock while bent over couches, chairs, cars, tables, benches, it's never really mattered. Some surfaces work better because of their shape or height, but the bottom line is just "uncover my pantied ass and give me that cock!"

I need to be fucked! I need to feel like a woman. I want to be his bitch.

So yes, I've been there many times. It's a lot like my uncontrollable sissy reaction to available cock -- I just drop to my knees without thinking, my mouth watering and my clitty quickly growing in my panties. I understand the need for seed, and being so anxious that I can't wait another minute. In all honesty, depending on the situation, depending on how long since I had been fucked, depending on how much foreplay, depending on how hot the Daddy and fine his cock . . . well, this might be my choice too.

But since the poll didn't specify any other conditions, other than that Daddy had made me beg for his cock, the choice I made was based simply on my favorite position, my favorite way to be fucked. And judging from the poll results, more of you prissy little cunts share my preference than any other.

The number one choice, selected by 103 of you cock-craved sissy faggots, was to "slowly crawl on the bed, take off my panties, lay on my back, lift my skirt, spread my legs with knees high, hold my clitty and and urge, "Oh Daddy, come make your bitch scream."

Cum on gurls, the thought makes your clitty twitch -- doesn't it?

I mean, I might not take my panties off, but there's no doubt that by the time I'm on my back with my heels held high above my head, that little clitty in my hand will be hard. And from my experience, looking down at his sissy bitch with her stocking covered knees spread, there are few men who won't be dripping precum themselves.

The honest truth is that there's nothing else quite like taking cock while on your back with heels in the air. I'm actually in early sissy bliss from the time I lay back and lift my legs. When my man approaches, towering over me and holds my stocking covered legs, before he even pushes his stiff prick into my gaping hole, I'm already so aroused I could cream.

There's no moving away when your man has you on your back. Not that you would want to, but the total feeling of submission, of subordination, of his superiority, is absolutely intoxicating. You can't even begin to pretend that you're not a sissy faggot cockslut when you're flat on your back, legs spread, your sissy pussy waiting to be penetrated.

And when Daddy pushes his hard cockhead against your smooth shaven ass, as he finds your bud and forces it to slowly open, there's nothing to compare with looking up at him -- he's a real man, the man who's going to give you the hard fucking all sissies need. When he tells you, "Take the cock bitch," and you immediately reach down to help guide his hard man meat deep inside your cock-hungry sissy cunt, you're locked into sublime submission; you both know your places -- a man with a hard, cum-filled cock, and a pathetic sissy who's whored herself -- a weak, feminine little slut, completely submissive -- Daddy's bitch.

I love to be fucked this way, because no other position offers the same sense of total vulnerability, of total subordination.

When Daddy starts pumping his hard cock into my tingling twat, and I look up at my heels bouncing in the air . . . oh my, I can't even explain how divinely sissy I feel -- both feminine and sensual.

Maybe it's because I was once a man, or at least some sort of facsimile of one, that I'm so visually aroused, but regardless the reason, looking up at my man as he fucks my ass just makes me ready to cream. Looking at my heels bouncing over his strong shoulders, as he holds my stocking covered legs and forces his cock deep inside me, I'm in sissy heaven.

I rarely even touch my clitty while being fucked in this way, because I know that I'll cum almost immediately. Hell, sometimes when I play with my little clitty, I just put my heels in the air and that vulnerable feeling returns automatically, full recall of the last time I was fucked and felt totally like a woman.

But when Daddy gets close to filling me with his manly seed, as his thrusts become so strong and deep that I know I'll soon feel him explode inside me . . . so long as Daddy allows it, I will grab my stiff little clitty. I love that it's right there, and it never takes more than a few strokes and I'll be coating my tummy with my warm sissy cream.

I don't know how many of you gurls have ever been fucked while on your backs, but it's hard for me to understand how, once you have been, that it wouldn't be your position of choice.

Let me know how you feel, bitches. Mistress is getting more than a little pissed that I spend so much time on his blog,especially since I get very few comments. She hasn't given much time here lately, and it's partially because of that. So, please comment. Besides, I really do want to know what makes the rest of you sissy sluts cream your panties.


Friday, February 4, 2011

Sissy Service - Part 2

I got up and walked and posed like I was on a runway. I strutted over to Mistress first and curtseyed in front of her. “Thank you for this evening, Mistress,” I said, and turned to approach Miss Vicky. I offered her my satin covered ass again, and without fail, she gave me a grope and a hard swat. I then minced over to Master Carl, and before I could curtsey, he told me to, “Turn around slowly, I want to see what you got.”

I did as I was told, standing close to the couch, between his long legs, I slowly pivoted around giving Carl the 360 degree view. As I turned to face him again, he stopped me with both hands reaching up on the front of my thighs. He then moved his large hands around behind me, caressing my stocking covered legs as he found the curve of my ass and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I was melting in his hands when Mistress stopped the scene.

“As I said, Crissi has some service to perform.”

“So, let’s see all three of you little sluts — right now!”

Stevi sprang up without hesitation, obviously the work of much training. But Candi was much slower and more deliberate. I watched as she uncrossed her legs and then slowly slid her hand down Carl's thigh, stopping at his crotch where she gave him a squeeze before standing up. Then she looked back at Carl, placing two fingers against her outstretched tongue and sucked them into her mouth in a move that made my clitty twitch. She turned, smiled at me and sauntered over to my side in the center of the room.

The three of us then joined hands and awaited our next instruction. As I stood holding Candi's hand on one side and Stevi's on the other, I couldn't help but think about the different relationships present. Miss Vicky was often borderline mean to Stevi, and Mistress pretty much always treated me like her worthless bitch, but it was different between Carl and Candi.

Having always been a slave to a Mistress and never a Master, I wondered if it was typical of a Master/sissy relationship. I thought that perhaps it was because, unlike a sissy who serves a Mistress and must admit her inability to perform as a man, there is no such shortcoming for the sissy who serves her Master. Men just want someone to fuck who will also suck their cocks. Sissies exist to suck cock and be fucked like cock-craved whores, far more than most women, so it's really a perfect match. From what I could tell, Candi took expert care of Master Carl, and they both enjoyed it very much.

Before I came to any further conclusion, I was abruptly taken from my thoughts.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Bitch?” Miss Vicky roared.

And that was all it took for me. Without another word, I dropped to my knees in front of Candi. I trembled as I lifted the front flap of her black dress and slid my hands across her smooth thighs, reaching for her panties. With my head up under her dress, I didn’t waste a second tugging the satin down from around her waist. I stretched the band, letting it loose under her nicely shaved nutties where it exposed the scant little patch that accented her already stiffening clitty.

With shaky hands, I cupped her thigh in one while I gently wrapped the other around her growing shaft. Without thinking, I kissed the head of her nicely sized clit, the helmet head already swelling. Another second later and she was in my hungry mouth. Her sissy clit grew to at least 6 inches almost immediately, and I knew that whatever effect she was having on me, it was at least in part mutual.

Candi straightened the front of her dress, pulling it back so she could see the cock-hungry bitch who was devouring her clitty. She brushed my hair back to expose my face, and I looked up at her big green eyes. I almost let her sweet stick fall from my mouth but kept the head locked in my lips. She was smiling down at me, her faced framed with her bobbed blonde locks. "Make me cum," was all she said as she reached down to hold her hard clit between two fingers and thumb.

She rubbed her clit head on my cheek. I felt the wetness from her precum and knew that I had to taste her cream. "Kiss it, baby," she purred. "Kiss my clitty. Show me how you love it."

I had never been treated like this before. Men, at least the men that I had, always just wanted to fuck my face. I loved being made their bitch, but it was always rough. Where I often wanted to start slowly, to fondle and adore their manly pricks, they usually just wanted their cocks down my throat. I was their cumdump, and that was about it. But it was different with Candi, much different.

I slowly kissed the large head of her gorgeous clit as she had instructed, and it sent shivers between my legs. "Take it in your mouth, Sweetie," Candi whispered. "Just the tip. Now swirl your tongue, Darling." She seemed so confident.

Candi guided me through exactly how to please her best. "Lick it, Gurl," she urged. "Now take my nuts. Oh, yes . . . suck them gently." OMG, I couldn't believe what she was doing to me. I was worshipping her beautiful clitty, all the while holding her stocking covered thighs, caressing her soft, smooth skin, her full round pantied ass. I allowed my hands to slide down her legs, to her ankles, and I felt the straps of her heels as I fully swallowed her she-cock. It was such a sensual rush, and one you just don't get servicing a man.

In my lust, I had completely forgotten about Stevi, who must have felt odd just standing there while I devoured Candi’s nice hard clitty. Over the sound of my slurping and Candi’s moans, Miss Vicky rang out loud.

“Fuck that bitch, Stevi. I want to see you hump that that sissy bitch with that little clit of yours. Fill her cunt with your sissy cream!”

Completely unaffected, I continued to service Candi. I loved sucking on her little sissy nuts, so nicely shaven and absent of nasty hair. But I enjoyed her little cockette even more. It was thick enough to fill my mouth, and long enough to press in my throat, but without causing any gagging. She had the perfect clitty, and I was lost in the delight of her moans as I sucked and licked and slavishly waited for her to feed me her cream.

I almost didn’t even notice Stevi lifting my dress to expose my panty covered ass. But when she pulled my panties to the side and pressed her tongue into my sissy pussy, I felt that familiar twinge in my nutties.

With Candi’s hard clit in my wet mouth and Stevi reaming my bud with her tongue, I was in heaven. I had both of my hands holding Candi’s thighs and my head bobbing on her clit to the rhythm of her hips when Stevi decided to probe my pussy. A minute later, Candi started fucking my face, and Stevi forced her small sissy clit between my cheeks.

Miss Vicky yelled out, “Oh yeah, fuck that little sissy cocksucker!”

Stevi was quick to pick up the rhythm. Holding my hips, she started pumping her little clit into my sissy cunt as Candi pumped my face. Stevi's little 5 inch clit was perfect for the occasion. It hurt for only a brief second on entry and then just felt nice but not distracting. I was in heaven, glad that I didn't have a large manly cock fucking my sissy ass, because it left me to concentrate on my desire. All I could think about was making Candi cum.

To the cheers and taunting of Mistress and Miss Vicky, we three sissies put on a show of sissified lust.

Mistress kept tease taunting me, yelling "Suck that clit, you sissy faggot. You better swallow it all, BITCH!"

Miss Vicky was steady with almost a cadence of "Fuck that sissy bitch!"

Only Carl remained quiet, although he was plainly turned on, as he continually licked his lips.

"Make that slut cum," Missy Vicky shouted her command to Stevi, who then reached up to find my hard clit and rubbed me through my panties. "Fuck that cunt," Miss Vicky ordered. I wasn't to be allowed a cummie, but of course, Miss Vicky would make that as difficult as possible.

Candi was getting close to cumming, and judging by the pace of Stevi's humping, she was too. I tried to concentrate on the hard clit in mouth, on Candi's orgasm, to avoid spurting my own cream. But when Stevi dug her nails into my hips and forced her stiff clit as deep as it would go, I felt that I might spill. She started filling my ass with her warm juice and fortunately released her hand from my panties, giving me some relief. I pressed my ass back against her, as she shuddered, squirting her cream into my sissy cunt, and then I returned my attention to Candi.

"Oh Baby, oh Baby," Candi kept chanting as she pumped her stick down my throat. "You're going to make me cum," she cried. I looked up to see her turn to Carl and heard him say softly, "Yes you may." That was it, and Candi pulled my head toward her. With both hands holding my hair and her thumbs pinching me ears, with Stevi's clitty still inside my pussy, Candi forced her bulging clit head down my throat and started to erupt.

"You better swallow every drop," Mistress yelled out.

Candi screamed out in pleasure, still holding my head tightly, her 6 inches of masterpiece clit buried inside me. I squeezed her satin bottom and took in the perfumed scent of her pubic patch, holding her close to me. We were lost in time, suspended in ecstasy, as she shot load after load of steamy cream into my hungry mouth.

As her climax subsided, Candi gradually release her grip and allowed the head of her sweet sissy stick to find my warm mouth. I enjoyed every spurt, and with my lips wrapped around her hard shaft. I did swallow every drop, every creamy wonderful drop.

I slowly let Candi's clit withdraw, wiping it clean with my lips as she pulled out. I squeezed my lips behind her clit head, and pushed her clitty past them with my tongue. Looking up, I opened my mouth and showed Candi the last of her load sitting on my tongue. I looked into her eyes, deep soulful eyes, and I swallowed.

"Thank you Candi," I said without thinking.

"No, thank you, Crissi," she replied, and she bent over, lifted my chin and kissed me gently. She pulled back far enough to look into my eyes again and whispered, "That was absolutely wonderful . . . divine." And she held my face between her two hands, placed her lips against mine, and dropped to her knees as we kissed passionately.

Stevi then popped her little clitty from my freshly fucked ass, and I felt that familiar dripping begin. I smiled widely but was smiling even wider on the inside. It had been a long while since I was so completely turned on as I was sucking Candi's hard she-cock . . . and with Stevi fucking me at the same time -- this was supposed to be a sort of punishment, but it was far from that.

I held Candi between my hands, embracing her curves as she stood back up. I released her and sat back on my heels, looked up at the beautiful sissy standing above me and couldn't believe my good fortune. I looked down to her beautiful clit, and I knew I'd have it in my warm mouth many more times to come. I thought about her fucking my sissy cunt, and I pictured her pouty lips wrapped around my stiff clitty. Oh how I hoped this would be the beginning of a wonderful new relationship.

I turned and looked back at Stevi, "Thank you for fucking me, Honey," I purred. "It was perfect." She just reached out, pulled my skirt down, patted my thigh and smiled.

The night was young, and I knew that the three dominants weren't going let the sissies have all the fun. But for the moment, I was calm and satisfied. I had serviced both sissies. I had made them both cum, and I had not had an accident. I had sucked the cum from one clit and had another fill my now dripping sissy cunt, and I had not spurted. It may sound stupid, but for a pathetic sissy bitch like me, that was a big deal. As Mistress would say, "I'm just a stupid sissy cunt," but on this occasion, I was oddly proud of myself and that was satisfying all by itself.