karli kunt
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DOMINATED AND SISSIFIED BY AN OLDER WOMAN:
By Age 16, I had had numerous sexual experiences that prepared me well for my experience with the Farm Lady. She was a friend of My Mother’s who attended our Church. Her husband and teenage daughter had been killed in an auto accident several years ago and struggled to continue farming her homestead. Consequently, My Mother, being a good Christian Lady, offered my services to the Farm Lady. During the summer, I moved into a make shift apartment in their barn so I could help her with chores and help her manage the farm.
There had always been lots of rumours, innuendo and gossip about the Farm Lady and her husband. They had gone to college in San Francisco and apparently had lived a rather bohemian lifestyle while at Berkeley. They were kind of "hippies" who had come back to live a natural life on the land. The rumours were intensified after her husband and daughter's death because when the ambulance crew pulled him out of the car, he was apparently dressed in silky women's panties and a silky camisole top. He was rather slight of build, while she was large and imposing and rumour was that she wore the pants in the family.
I had to admit that working next to her on the farm, she was strong as an ox and could lift and throw heavier bales of hay than I could. She was an imposing, yet strikingly attractive woman with broad shoulders, big tits, big hips and a warm and inviting smile.One night, she caught me masturbating. Initially, she appeared shocked and dismayed. I was obviously terrified. She threatened to tell My Mother which terrified me even more. Seeing how visibly upset I was, she suddenly became very thoughtful and her mood changed. She told me she would promise never to tell My Mother if I obeyed her completely and did whatever she directed me to do. Hesitantly and somewhat sheepishly, I submissively accepted her terms rather than risk being exposed, so to speak, as a masturbator.
She told me to follow her into the house and she took me upstairs to her deceased daughter's bedroom. Then she ordered me to strip. At first, I was embarrassed and refused. Without hesitation she walked over and slapped me hard and direct and warned me that unless I stripped quickely she was going to be on the phone to my mother. Then, she picked up a riding crop, she warned that she was going to whip me until I was in tears so I would learn to obey her every command, without hesitation in the future. "C'mon you little pervert, you sure didn't hesitate to show me that teeny, tiny little weenie of yours out in the barn. Get those clothes off now!!!", she screamed at me. Quickly, I stripped but tried to cover up my private areas since I was so frightened that my already tiny cock had shriveled up until it was practically receding into my body. "What are you doing, boy??? Don't cover up. Let me see what you are hiding!" she commanded as she struck me with a stinging blow from the riding crop. "Lay back on the bed and let me take a look. My, my. . .you really don't have much of a dick, do you? It's really not much bigger than a clit, is it? You've got such a small ball sac you must not produce much testosterone at all. Do the other boys laugh at you when you enter the showers after gym class? Or, do you cover up. . .or do you just not shower at all?""Answer me boy," she demanded.
Quietly, almost in a whisper and with tears welling up in my eyes, I confirmed that the other boys did make fun of me and that I always covered up whenever I could because I was so ashamed of how small I was. "From now on, boy," she admonished me, "you will never cover up that little baby pindick of yours. Since it is not really a cock, but more like a woman's clit, you will always refer to it as your "clit" and will show it off whenever I comand you to strip, even if other boys and/or women are in the room and even if they laugh and make fun of it which they will. Do you understand me, boy?" I was so shocked I didn't know what to say and just sort of stared blankly at her and then said: "Oh no, I don't think I could show myself like that to other people, I would be too embarrasssed." My answer obviously angered her. "How dare you talk back to me and refuse to obey my commands. You will learn to obey me and I'm going to teach you the consequences of your insolent insubordination right now." With that, she told me to rollover, then brought out wrist and ankle restraints that she used to tie me spreadeagled face down to the corners of the large four poster bed. Once I was securely fastened, she alternated between spanking me with a riding crop and whipping me with a cat-o-nine-tails until my ass was stinging red from her blows and I was begging her to stop. Instead of stopping, she increased the pace and power of her blows even though I shreiked, wimpered, cried out and pleaded with her to stop as great big salty tears began streaming down my face. However, the more I cried, the more excited she seemed to get and she continued whipping me until a powerful and body shaking orgasm finally caused her to lay down the whip.
She came over and sat on the bed next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "There, there, I understand all about tiny dicked little white boys like you. Of course, you're ashamed and embarrassed because you're trying to be something you aren't and never will be . . .and. . .that is a "Real Man. Stop crying now because I am going to help you. I'm going to help you realize who you really are and show you how to feel good about yourself. You are not ever going to be a man because you are a "sissy gurl" and you need to learn to act, to dress and behave like a "sissy gurl." Do you know what a "sissy gurl" is???"
I shook my head no. Then she asked: " Have you ever dressed up in girl's or women's clothing or fantasized about it? C'mon tell me the truth!", she demanded in a forceful tone. "No", I lied softly as I turned my eyes away from her accusing stare. "Look at me you little liar and tell me the truth. Have you been dressed as a little girl.?" Once again I lied rather than admit to something so horrible. "Well, I am going to dress you as my little girl and I'm going to teach you how to behave like a good little "sisssy." You will find it is much easier and more appropriate for you to play the role of a sissy instead of a "Real Man" which you are not now, nor will you ever be. From now on, you will sleep here in my daughter's room and you will dress in her clothes while I train you to be a good little sissy gurl." With that, I started to cry and to bawl out loud as I protested, "But, I'm not a girl. I'm a boy." "Look at you," she admonished, "You are tearful, emotional and crying just like a little girl. Would a "Real Man" cry like that and let himself be dominated like this? Of course not. Now, put on these silky black panties, I want to see how you react to being dressed in feminine lingerie. If you resist, I will recommence your whipping until you finally learn to respect my wishes. Do you want another whipping, boy?" Since my ass was still stinging, my response was instantaneous. I sobbed violently as I shouted out: "Oh NO!!! Please! Please! Please! Don't whip me anymore, I'll do whatever you want, just don't spank me anymore."
As I lay on the bed crying, she undid my wrist and ankle restraints and rolled me over. Then, she pulled the panties up over my legs, thighs, balls and cock as she tugged them up to my waist. The feel of those silky panties reminded me of my experiences with Fern and my teenage babysitter and I instantly sported an almost painful erection. "Oh, look at you," she exclaimed. "A hard cock never lies, does it? Your little clittie likes the feel of silky girls panties, doesn't it? I always knew you were a little sissyslut. After all, would a "Real Man's" cock get hard just from being dressed in women's panties? I don't think so my little slut and I think deep down you know you are not now, nor will you ever be a "Real Man."
Once I was in panties, she sat down next to me and began stroking my forehead with one hand, while she gently, sensually and erotically rubbed the silky panties back and forth across my throbbing hard cock. She took my head and lifted it up against her soft breasts as she pulled down her blouse to reveal a large nipple that she encouraged me to suckle. It felt soooooo good, so warm and so nice and it reminded me of the close early relationship with my own mother. The contrast between the pain of my spanking and the pleasure of suckling at her breast was so extreme, so intense and so overwhelming that all of my pain and fear was turned into an adoration and worship of this woman who was showing me such tenderness and warmth and I began sucking faster, harder and with the same kind of intensity I did as a baby boy.
It was as if she could read my mind when she asked, "Did your mother used to breast feed you like this? Did she encourage you to climb into bed with her and snuggle with her at night? Did your little clit get hard just like it is now when it rubbed up against her silky panties?" I was now thoroughly embarrassed because my cock was totally engorged, hard and erect as she expertly stroked and massaged it through the silky panties. It felt soooooooo incredibly good and I felt sooooo incredibly close to her that I couldn't lie any longer. Softly, quietly, I whispered, "Yes." But she acted like she didn't hear me. "'Yes, what?", she coaxed. "Tell me exactly how your mommy used to cuddle up with you. Tell me what a naughty little boy you used to be. I know what naughty fantasies little boys like you have about touching their mommies."
I was shocked and amazed that she seemed to know about my early experiences with my Mother. Had my Mom said something to her? Why would my Mom tell her about that? Did she already know about my childish perversions? I was afraid to lie to her for fear she would beat me again. So I repeated myself only louder and with more descriptive terms. "Yes, Yes, I did rub my little cock against her panties and I sucked on her nipples and fantasized about cuddling with her and touching her," I confessed as my face turned bright red with embarrassment and shame. However, The Farm Lady wasn't going to let me off with just a partial description. "Don't lie to me, you little pervert, and don't hold back any of the details. Tell me everything. You didn't just climb into bed and rub your little clittie against her panties, did you? You didn't just suck on her nipples, did you? You actually fucked your own Mother, didn't you? You're a sluttly little Motherfucker, aren't you?", she demanded in an accusatory tone. Bewildered, confused and dazed, I softly replied, "Yes." Once again, she wouldn't let me off the hook. "Yes, what you little slut," she demanded, "Tell me exactly what you did to your Mother and say it loudly. SAY IT!" At this point I felt totally beaten as I shouted out, "YES! I FUCKED MY OWN MOTHER!!! YES! AM A SLUTTY MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
By now, tears were streaming down my cheeks from the total humiliation of having to confess such a sordid tale. Even more embarrassing, however, was the fact that my tiny little cock, uhh I mean clit, was so engorged and so excited, it was throbbing, twitching and pulsating with unbelievable pleasure. The more the Farm Lady humiliated me; the harder my cock got, the more erect it got and the more it twitched and jerked from her hand stroking it through those silky panties. "Look at you," she said, "You are a total whore to your own desires, aren't you? Admit it, you are a hopeless slut of sluts, aren't you?" The combination of fear and pleasure destroyed all of my defenses and compromised my dignity as I luxuriated in the pleasure of all that blood rushing to my penis and suddenly realized that I was dangerously close to being on the verge of cumming. Oh my Gawd, I panicked as I realized I might start shooting off right in those silky black panties. Unable to think clearly, I moaned and thrashed about as I began to unwittingly confess the whole sordid tale to her about how I would sneak into my mother's room at night and climb into bed with her. Just as I got to the part about licking her pusssy, I suddenly shot a creamy load of cum into those black panties and it spilled out onto the bedspread.
"Oooooooooooo. . .what a naughty little sissy you are!", she exclaimed."From now on, I will train you to cum only when I tell you to cum. However, you must be punished. Now, get down there and lick up the mess you've created", she demanded as she pushed my face down into my own cum. At first, I refused. The whole idea of licking up my own cum was so respulsive and so contrary to all the taboos society had placed in my mind. How could I ever bring myself to lick up my own icky cum? I wondered if it would make me sick. However, it only took a few stinging slaps to my ass to convince me I better take the risk of being ill unless I wanted to be beaten again. Reluctantly and hesitantly, I knelt down to lick those big creamy globs of cum off the bedspread. It tasted salty, but not all that yucky. In fact, it wasn't bad tasting at all. When I finished licking it off the bedspread, she had me remove my panties and lick the crotch where I had sprayed my cum all over them. Then she wadded up the panties and put them in my mouth. "Don't worry, my little sissyslut, all good girls get used to the taste of cum. It doesn't make girls sick and it won't hurt you. In fact, you will become addicted to it, you will crave it and you will look forward to sipping, drinking and swallowing the creamy male nectar of "Real Men", just like all good little girls do. You are truly a natural born cum sucking, cum swallowing slut" I was puzzled and frightened by her words but afraid to contradict her. What the hell did she mean? What "Real Men" was she talking about?
When she had finished feeding me my own cum, she took me into her daughters room where she had laid out on the bed silky black panties, a bra, a garter belt, mesh stockings, a slip, a dress and a woman's wig. By now I was almost in a state of shock and so dazed and under her control that nothing surprised me anymore. Consequently, I just listened quietly as she showed me how to put on the women's lingerie she had laid out for me. Garter belts and even bras were still a little bit foreign to me, but she warned me that I better pay attention and learn how to put them on or I was going to regret it. If I didn't fully dress, she threatened to whip me as a punishment, but this time with a paddle that would sting even more than the riding crop and whip. Then, she ordered me to take a shower, get dressed in the clothes she had laid out for me and come to her bedroom.
When I came out of the shower, she was gone. I just stared at the feminine lingerie laid out on the bed as I pondered how in the world I had gotten myself into such a situation. Although I felt silly and uncomfortable, I obediently struggled to put on the garter belt. stockings and bra. What the hell were my options. Obviously, the woman was mentally deranged and there was no telling what she might do to me. I sure didn't want another beating, especially if it was going to be more painful than the first one. I have a very low pain threshold and I thought I was almost going to pass out during the first whipping. Moreover, I was terrified she might spill the beans to my mother. Consequently, I dressed completely so as not to antagonize nor anger her. Then I went into her bedroom. She was lying on the bed face down naked, except for a towel across her derrierre. She told me to take some lotion and massage her back and legs but I was not to touch her ass. For the next week, every night after I did the chores, she made me shower, dress up in her daughter's clothes and massage her. If I didn't do it exactly right, she would bring out the restraints so she could spank and whip me until I was crying and despeartely begging her to let me try to please her.
I now understand, she was waiting to see if I would say anything to My Mother at Church that Sunday.
Once she was convinced I was discreet, she was ready to advance my training. After a couple of weeks, she had me bathing her completely. She would allow me to wash her breasts and her ass, but I still couldn’t touch her pussy. Then, one night she told me to draw a bubble bath and directed me to come in and join her in the tub. She took shaving lotion and a razor and proceeded to shave my entire body, including my genital area and my ass and then gave me body lotion to apply so that I was smooth and soft just like a little girl. She commented on how thin my waist was and how shapely my hips were just like a teenage girl. After the bath, she then led me over to her dressing area where she began to apply make-up to my face. Again, she commented on how effeminate and soft my facial features were and how cute I was going to look in full make-up. When she was finished, she dressed me in lingerie, a short black mini-skirt and a white blouse that puffed out around the sleeves and tied at the waist. When she paraded me in front of the mirror, I had to admit that no one would have ever guessed I was a boy. I looked so much like a girl, I probably could have fooled my own mother and I had to admit I was pleased with how cute I looked. For the first time, doubts began to creep into my mind about whether I was supposed to be a boy.
Finally, after about three weeks, I was surprised when I went to her room because she had me strip naked and lie down on the bed face up. She tied my wrists and ankles to the bed. Then she straddled my chest and proceeded to instruct me on how to lick, suck and eat her pussy as she rode my mouth to an orgasm. She then climbed on top of my cock and rode it until I shot off in her pussy. Of course, she then climbed up and straddled my face so she could "force feed" me as my cum dripped from her pussy into my mouth and she ground her cunt into my face as she forcefully face fucked me until she had enjoyed several orgasms. The whole time she would verbally humiliate me by telling me what a clit licking, cum swallowing little slut I was. She called me her little "Cum Feeder" and over time forced me to acknowledge and to verbally affirm that I was a natural born cumsucker who loved eating cum and was becoming addicted to it.
She also loved having me suckle at her breasts. One night, while I was licking, sucking and orally worshipping her nipples, she marveled at how well I had learned to suck her nipples and it was true that I did indeed love sucking on them since it brought back such pleasant memories from my childhood. However, she indicated she wanted me to suck them in a slightly different way than I had before. She temporarily pushed my mouth away from her nipple and then took both her hands and pressed her breast from both sides so that it was long and thick instead of being rounded in shape. This caused her breast to stand straight up from her chest so that it was about 3-4 inches wide and about 6-8 inches long. Then, she instructed me to lick her nipple by bobbing my head up and down onto her nipple so that my mouth, lips and tongue would slide in and out over the nipple and her breast.
At first, I was tentative, but she encouraged me to bob my head faster and faster.
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