This is my housemate’s dakimakura btw, waiting for her after she pissed me off. Don’t misunderstand I love Murasakibara and ship him as a dominant seme usually but, it was extremely fun to tie him up.
Everyone’s asking about whos underneath that gimp mask at the event. They’d be so shocked it was you. They’ve never seen you like this, treated like a proper gimp, dragged along on a leash everywhere, made to crawl and worship my feet and ass while i talk to and flirt with other men. Maybe i should expose you for the sick fuck you are huh?
Look at how ridiculous you look, tight corset, big boobs, all that eye makeup and latex from head to toe, i did a pretty good job turning you into a rubber doll, you look so fuckable. I bet a lot of people want to use you tonight at the event. I wonder how many will know that underneath all this rubber is a man, i wouldnt go as far as calling you a man though. Your a pig with a cock so useless, it should be called a pathetic worm instead. Thats why i like transforming you into this, at least i can rent you out to be fucked and put to good use.
My real life D/s relationship: a recent photoshoot.
Let me explain to you how this will go fuck face, you see those keys around my neck? That means you’re my property, so you better accept your fate pretty quick if you don’t want me ruining you. Your life is officially dedicated to serving me, keeping me happy no matter what that entails. Wether i wanna fuck you in the ass or make you my sissy maid in front of my girlfriends you WILL do as i say, or else all these pictures I’ve been taking of you dressed in latex with your pink chastity belt out will end up being sent to your family and friends, you don’t want them finding out what a filthy fuck you are, do you?
But miss, you can’t make everyone that work for your company circumcise their baby boys. Do you really want us to make it a rule and have a medical checkup for all our employees baby boys by the end of the month?“
“Do you know what this is, boy? No? It’s a leather strap, that’s what it is… Do you know what I’m going to do with it, boy? No? You don’t know much, and that’s a fact! I am going to thrash the arse off you with it! Now strip yourself completely naked, get on your hands and knees, and get that cute little bum up as high as it will go! Come on, you heard me! Or would you prefer to be tied down and have your clothes ripped off? Ah, I see you are getting the idea… Get ready – this is gong to hurt you a LOT moe than it’s going to hurt me!” Plenty more cruel, strict bitches like her HERE! –> The Fabulous Femdom World of Miranda Birch Post link
Yes, Vanessa, strip him naked and send him in for his caning.
“Hello, Faith?” he heard Celia Smithers’ crisp voice say. “Yes, I have a naked male standing at attention in front of me right now – that’s right. He is in need a some, ah, `corrective therapy’ – Mmm hmm, so I am bring him over to you and Charity for a few weeks of really in-depth correction – You are? Splendid! See you soon! Bye” Read more in the “Privately Punished” trilogy: Caught In The ActA Very Private PrisonFemdom Country Life
Oh, precious, you really just need to let go of that misplaced pride.
Your days of being an important man at that office are gone. In fact your days of pretending to be any kind of man are gone.
Embrace the shame, darling, for your life is going to be so full of it from now on, you are going to be wallowing in shame.
I know how you are bitter that I undermined you. I know you think I’ve been a total bitch who undermined you.
That’s true. I was and I am.
When I found that memory stick of dressed up like a woman, in chains and steel collars, doing all kinds if depraved things, I’d struck gold.
Initially it was only a vehicle to advance my career at your expense, princess but, later, it also aroused some very deep seated sadistic impulses in me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not in the slightest way attracted to you.
I prefer men. REAL men!
Not prissy faggots that mince about in women’s clothing.
But having you - the man, or the excuse for a man, I should say, that stood between me and that job I wanted - now stand here dressed in your stockings, you stiletto heels and that dilutive maids uniform, overcome with shame, in a totally weak and submissive state, excites me in some strange way.
I don’t find anything sexy n looking at something that was born as a man, but has failed to be a man and minces about as girl.
What I do find so exciting, my queer little girlie-boy, is your complete defeat; your total surrender before me.
I find it empowering and incredibly arousing.
Watching, what once purported to be a man, implode before my very eyes….. Wow.
I can see that this is oh so painful to you, and the abjectness of your demise, stopped of your pride and self-respect, overwhelmed by shame, arouses something stirringly sadistic in me.
Yet I also sense that you know that this is somehow how it was all going to end, and that, in some perverse way,you want to be here.
Your career is over, but you can still walk out of here, right now.
But you won’t.
You will willingly serve as a bizarre transvestite house maid to the bitch that destroyed your career, won’t you? Because, somehow, deep down, it’s what you really want.
I suspect that when I introduce you to the men in my life, you will even drop to those pretty stocking clad knees and and lick them clean after they’ve had their way with me….
…..ooh, I think that did hit a very raw nerve.
I do sense that you derive a sort of intense dark pleasure; a bitter-sweet excitement; a black beauty from your own humiliation and destruction.
