8 Captured
Pt 8
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification 8
Captured
Why couldn't i move properly? Why couldn't i see properly? Where was i?..... my thoughts checked me a moment there ... i wanted to be at home. Back as the 'man' that world thought i was. What the fucking Hell had happenned to ...... How..........?
Not nauseas, not high, not low, or down. Not confident. Not proud. Four, five or more innuendo's and happennings.... realities, fantasies...... Realities.... crushing slutty realities/possibilities tandemly flushed my slumbering insides. Awakening me with lust and, as evenly and crushingly completely humiliating shame!
Victoria had obviously showered and....... why couldn't i fucking remember. .....More to the point why couldn't i fucking move! ...... Fuck... Jesus I couldn't make a sound either! What the Fuck! As my hopes this might be a dream dissipated. As my eyes opened and i struggled to feel and remember. I saw Vicky... my girl. I remembered the taste of her cock. Because i could taste her in my mouth. I knew the spunky taste was hers. But i knew not why or how as, attempting to rub my eyes. The reality of being unable to move frightened me.
After wishing me her sweet nothings I watched Vicky leave.
She was wearing tight, trendy faded denim jeans and a skimpy white vest top. Sensibly made up, hair up and tied and wearing every day sandle type flip flop things on her perfect feet. I recall noticing her perfectly manicured toes. But painted, varnished... her perfect, gorgeous toes nails varnished differently somehow?..... Before shutting the hotel room door she turned, winked at me and was gone.
More time had lapsed before i woke up again.... or remember anything else after this. How much time i have no idea. But i remember Vicky leaving and how she looked. Her French manicured toes nails. Her feet driving me wild behind my eyes! Her feet! Might i cripple when i may no longer refuse to remember her.. Remember her smells and tastes.....more personally ???
Here i was.
Or, there i was.
Trying to reason how and why.
I had drank so much. I had indulged so greedily.
After dozing to sleap again.
I finally awoke hours later.
Hours later how many i could not say.
I was so lost in this seriously consumongly debilitating fetish fantasy.
Fantasy now was the benal vanilla pretence of before.
Which if i didn't know then, i do now is gone forever.
So then awakening physically, finally. Without any idea of what day. Or what the f**k. Or what time... Or what f*****g sex i was!
Completely unbeknown to me. What had actually happenned was this.
The vitamin tablets i had been so greedily eager to consume had been intense natural female hormone. Added to excessive alcohol and more had heightened these, apparently new 'girly gurl pills'. The consumingly invigorating beat of my heart after riding that magical wave to its extreme. Was still beating as i came around. Things were different somehow. Somehow very different now. Vicky had long planned, with Mistress Fiona this moment. This entrapment. I had no clue! Nor did i have a clue about every second in that hotel room having been manipulatedly recorded by the rooms 'propreiter' Mistress Fiona. Every inch and second of my frenzied sucking and gobbling Vickys sex. My getting dressed. And damningly my indulging in some possibly i*****l consumption of i*****l substances. Bang to rights! Breaking the law. Begging Victoria to cream into my mouth.... my sissy mouth and me loving every moment. Relishing every drop. I could no longer lie. And they knew it. They planned it.
Whilst asleap Vicky, under Mistress Fionas instruction had taken off my boots. All my sweaty beautifull black Victorias secret lengerei. Those presents of delight from Mistress Fiona. All this recorded in close up glorious detail too. Though i still cannot accuratly remember. They had as i later learned recorded me smiling and cringingly flirting shyly for the camera as i shaved every inch of my body from my head down. Creaming. Showering and shaving. Smoothing and bathing. For hours. Giggling. I have between then and now been forced to cringe through all these recordings. And much more. Vicky with the help of the 'manager' of the hotel no less! I shit you not! Mistress Fiona i was to learn was a woman of great influence. And no little wealth. The owners of the very exclusive hotel chain were family freinds. Very rich family freinds. The owners of the chain of hotels daughter. Lucile ran this particularly plush establishment. Lucile and Fiona where very old freinds. The manager was Luciles daughters first husband. Yes Liciles daughters first husband. Was! Once i conked out that night the manager, Jennifer.. Yes Jennifer. Who was compareable in beauty to Vicky.
After shaving my whole body completely smooth. A light pink, blonde tinged real hair wig had been glued into place painstaikingly. Lifting the wrinkles on my bbrow into the bargain. A new even smaller, tighter cage had been fixed around my own sex. I had been transferred with henna type tattoes that i was informed would start to fade only after aver 2 weeks. One large print around tge top of my right thigh. Sissie slut scrawled across my left ankle. Surroundsd by several tiny stars. The nails on my fingers manicured, extended and painted pink. Snap my toes. I had a siver steel band for a collar with two chains hanging down the front. Tiny bells attatched to each end. My ears had been pierced twice. My pussy bleached. I had been douched aggressively too. My eyebrows had been painted on with the fake tattoo stuff. My tongue had been pierced. Attatched to the new silver hoop in my tongue was a thin chain fixed aa i woke to my collar. With extreme discomfort and humiliating effect. Rendering my tongue hanging out over my bottom lip. I was allmost constantly slavouring. Both my legs had been encased in some sort of vaccuum latex so my calves where tightly fixed beneath the latex to my thighs. So on my knees like a full sissy pet i would crawl. Painfully uncomfirtable.my wrists were cuffed tightly together in front of me heightening further my new 'look'. But the crowning glory of my new, and all too real dilemma was the 'tail' they had gucen me. Again pink. About two feet in lengh. A stiffish leather rod ran from the tip of this auful tail and the four balls that where fixed uncomfirtably inside my pussy. A kind of butt plug ensuring my tail worked and was fixed securely. I was soon to learn these four balls would vibrate and enlargen and pulse when required by my new owners. Via remote controled sensors. The leather rod making the tail as lifelike as one could imagine. My pussy constantly twitching as it was, motioned the tail to wag! My gaaawd they had gone to such trouble! And here i was. In big trouble!
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification 8
Captured
Why couldn't i move properly? Why couldn't i see properly? Where was i?..... my thoughts checked me a moment there ... i wanted to be at home. Back as the 'man' that world thought i was. What the fucking Hell had happenned to ...... How..........?
Not nauseas, not high, not low, or down. Not confident. Not proud. Four, five or more innuendo's and happennings.... realities, fantasies...... Realities.... crushing slutty realities/possibilities tandemly flushed my slumbering insides. Awakening me with lust and, as evenly and crushingly completely humiliating shame!
Victoria had obviously showered and....... why couldn't i fucking remember. .....More to the point why couldn't i fucking move! ...... Fuck... Jesus I couldn't make a sound either! What the Fuck! As my hopes this might be a dream dissipated. As my eyes opened and i struggled to feel and remember. I saw Vicky... my girl. I remembered the taste of her cock. Because i could taste her in my mouth. I knew the spunky taste was hers. But i knew not why or how as, attempting to rub my eyes. The reality of being unable to move frightened me.
After wishing me her sweet nothings I watched Vicky leave.
She was wearing tight, trendy faded denim jeans and a skimpy white vest top. Sensibly made up, hair up and tied and wearing every day sandle type flip flop things on her perfect feet. I recall noticing her perfectly manicured toes. But painted, varnished... her perfect, gorgeous toes nails varnished differently somehow?..... Before shutting the hotel room door she turned, winked at me and was gone.
More time had lapsed before i woke up again.... or remember anything else after this. How much time i have no idea. But i remember Vicky leaving and how she looked. Her French manicured toes nails. Her feet driving me wild behind my eyes! Her feet! Might i cripple when i may no longer refuse to remember her.. Remember her smells and tastes.....more personally ???
Here i was.
Or, there i was.
Trying to reason how and why.
I had drank so much. I had indulged so greedily.
After dozing to sleap again.
I finally awoke hours later.
Hours later how many i could not say.
I was so lost in this seriously consumongly debilitating fetish fantasy.
Fantasy now was the benal vanilla pretence of before.
Which if i didn't know then, i do now is gone forever.
So then awakening physically, finally. Without any idea of what day. Or what the f**k. Or what time... Or what f*****g sex i was!
Completely unbeknown to me. What had actually happenned was this.
The vitamin tablets i had been so greedily eager to consume had been intense natural female hormone. Added to excessive alcohol and more had heightened these, apparently new 'girly gurl pills'. The consumingly invigorating beat of my heart after riding that magical wave to its extreme. Was still beating as i came around. Things were different somehow. Somehow very different now. Vicky had long planned, with Mistress Fiona this moment. This entrapment. I had no clue! Nor did i have a clue about every second in that hotel room having been manipulatedly recorded by the rooms 'propreiter' Mistress Fiona. Every inch and second of my frenzied sucking and gobbling Vickys sex. My getting dressed. And damningly my indulging in some possibly i*****l consumption of i*****l substances. Bang to rights! Breaking the law. Begging Victoria to cream into my mouth.... my sissy mouth and me loving every moment. Relishing every drop. I could no longer lie. And they knew it. They planned it.
Whilst asleap Vicky, under Mistress Fionas instruction had taken off my boots. All my sweaty beautifull black Victorias secret lengerei. Those presents of delight from Mistress Fiona. All this recorded in close up glorious detail too. Though i still cannot accuratly remember. They had as i later learned recorded me smiling and cringingly flirting shyly for the camera as i shaved every inch of my body from my head down. Creaming. Showering and shaving. Smoothing and bathing. For hours. Giggling. I have between then and now been forced to cringe through all these recordings. And much more. Vicky with the help of the 'manager' of the hotel no less! I shit you not! Mistress Fiona i was to learn was a woman of great influence. And no little wealth. The owners of the very exclusive hotel chain were family freinds. Very rich family freinds. The owners of the chain of hotels daughter. Lucile ran this particularly plush establishment. Lucile and Fiona where very old freinds. The manager was Luciles daughters first husband. Yes Liciles daughters first husband. Was! Once i conked out that night the manager, Jennifer.. Yes Jennifer. Who was compareable in beauty to Vicky.
After shaving my whole body completely smooth. A light pink, blonde tinged real hair wig had been glued into place painstaikingly. Lifting the wrinkles on my bbrow into the bargain. A new even smaller, tighter cage had been fixed around my own sex. I had been transferred with henna type tattoes that i was informed would start to fade only after aver 2 weeks. One large print around tge top of my right thigh. Sissie slut scrawled across my left ankle. Surroundsd by several tiny stars. The nails on my fingers manicured, extended and painted pink. Snap my toes. I had a siver steel band for a collar with two chains hanging down the front. Tiny bells attatched to each end. My ears had been pierced twice. My pussy bleached. I had been douched aggressively too. My eyebrows had been painted on with the fake tattoo stuff. My tongue had been pierced. Attatched to the new silver hoop in my tongue was a thin chain fixed aa i woke to my collar. With extreme discomfort and humiliating effect. Rendering my tongue hanging out over my bottom lip. I was allmost constantly slavouring. Both my legs had been encased in some sort of vaccuum latex so my calves where tightly fixed beneath the latex to my thighs. So on my knees like a full sissy pet i would crawl. Painfully uncomfirtable.my wrists were cuffed tightly together in front of me heightening further my new 'look'. But the crowning glory of my new, and all too real dilemma was the 'tail' they had gucen me. Again pink. About two feet in lengh. A stiffish leather rod ran from the tip of this auful tail and the four balls that where fixed uncomfirtably inside my pussy. A kind of butt plug ensuring my tail worked and was fixed securely. I was soon to learn these four balls would vibrate and enlargen and pulse when required by my new owners. Via remote controled sensors. The leather rod making the tail as lifelike as one could imagine. My pussy constantly twitching as it was, motioned the tail to wag! My gaaawd they had gone to such trouble! And here i was. In big trouble!
3 年 前