Cuckold conversation (caps)

It should be getting pretty clear...............

Oh and a piercing. I would like that.

Perhaps after hours of begging and the vague chance I could be allowed a foot whiff you could clearly gauge my commitment; every time I was allowed to sniff your toes, I would have to then beg for a kick in my sissy sack. As I cried, I would blubber praise...and through my tears... and beg for another sniff. In no time...I would be begging for things I never would have dreamed of wanting...such as... well...you can imagine. I will stop quivering...goodness!

If this sissy ever redemed herself, as unlikely as it sounds, a subscription to several gay magazines would possibly be in order. If ever allowed release, it might only be on those monthly delivery days. I would have to pick a stud as i shook with offense, fumbling through the pages before you...and then explain my selection. The possibilities are as endless as the torment I deserve Goddess.

And there are so many things...........

A delicious tangle of limbs and sexual organs.

I would gladly bury my face in the carpet until told to participate. Then again, that get's me off the hook. Following orders directly takes away from the reality of my actions and lets me hide behind "I was doing as I was told" excuse. I do not deserve to have any of my offense alleviated. Then again, as long as you were satisfied, it wouldn't matter. My open mouth, my open heart and soul, my eveything open. What glorious redemption.

I agree Jane dear, humiliating the wimp is an important part
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Mmmm...what deliciously wicked conversations.

completely powerless.

Hot caps, Jane, as always.

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Ohhh Huwen....You and Jane...what can i say...i love it.

Thanks John! Your replys are always appreciated.

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Bury your face in the carpet? Were the
hell did that come from? this is what I want..........

Can you taste your lipstick?

As sweat trickles from my brow, and my sore knees aching and creaking and burning from my prologed kneeling, I humbly proclaim " I am indeed that little boy. I will initiate everything for your pleasure and amusement, and will cease to dwell on my insignificant fantasies." The lipstick tastes wonderful. My lack of a permisterality, ego or humanity in general tastes like slavery. I am an empty vessel. May I perform?

Too much body and not enough mind...........

It's really quite simple.

I like lots of different tastes. You should to.........

There is nothing we will not do.

This sissy truly appreciates your supreme patience. I will pierce my little penis immediately, and see that the attached leash remains fastened around your ankle if you would ever permit me such an honor. Perhaps this is not original or stimulating, but I can imagine the pulling and tearing, as your lover lifts your ankles...though my wimpering might just be a nuisance. It's also perhaps selfish of me, because it ensures that I will remain close to your feet...and we both know I would suffer any indignity for that glimmer of heaven. I will pierce my tongue as well...just so you can watch me explain it to my "real" man friends.

Goodness, my mind is mush after that last stroke of furious brilliance. I will prance and learn to suck in my dreams...so that I may be better at it upon awakening. I will do research on sissy dance techniques...and I will start pricing tats. I'm thinking of one "Jane's shy little boy" that includes an arrow pointing to my sorry penis...or a "Sir, would you please pleasure my Princess" script across my chest. Possibilities...

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Nicely done, Huwen...almost romantic but with a steel edge.

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Oh dear...have to leave on business for 5 days. How will I ever stop masturbating? Huwen, you're certainly not helping either.

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