The Daemon Adrastos *very short story from a dream*

Mistress Adrastos was a daemon; hugely muscled, black horns, red skin the whole nine yards. She had the ability to work magic, and she could change her body at will. She was as sadistic and psychotic as one would expect a Daemon Dominatrix to be. She delighted in torturing me in every way imaginable, but my puritan heterosexuality helped her to form her favorite torment. She would grow a large male cock, and force me to give her oral sex until she came.

Adrastos was a patient demigod, and my required method of stimulation was not to take her cock into my mouth and suck it. No, this would end my disgusted misery much too quickly. For on the few occasions she had allowed me to simply suck, I was able to bring her to orgasm and end the ordeal within a half hour or so. Instead, Mistress preferred to prolong the experience. I was required to slowly lick the bottom of her cock from the base to the tip, plant a passionate kiss on the head, make an exaggerated “Mmm” sound, and then lick again. Over and over.

This entire operation gave her just enough sexual stimulation that eventually she would come, but not for several hours and long after my neck, back and knees were so sore I could hardly bear it anymore. When she did finally come I was required to catch the copious gouts of sticky white daemon seed in my mouth and swallow them as fast as they spurted. She shot so much fiery hot satanic cum into my lips that by the time I was done drinking from her cock-fountain; my stomach was full, and usually even distended.

My mouth, throat and stomach burned as if I had just eaten a large plate of extra hot chicken wings, but with none of the good taste or nourishment. No in fact, though my stomach could not hold another ounce, I would always feel famished and exhausted afterword. It was then she would ask me what I was, and my required answer was: “I’m your cum dumpster”

**This was from a dream that I just had during a nap, and I will definitely be doing a picture of it.**

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Last night's dream

This is just a small excerpt from my dream. It's not a complete story, or even a chapter, but I just wanted to get it down in writing before the ether of my sleep cleared and I forgot the feelings.

Mistress Julia was able to put me deep into subspace like no other woman ever had. For instance, when she told me that she was going to give me a new name, I initially though it would be like a new nick name or a slave name to be used while I was at work (she was also my boss). Then it became clear that she meant an actual legal name change, which was quite shocking and thrilling.

Then she made it clear that I would have absolutely no input into what my new name was to be. All of that was extremely conducive to submissive feelings, but the blow that almost made me pass out with waves of submissively erotic feelings was when she announced it to the whole company. It was a big meeting, and she revealed it on a large screen that I couldn’t see.

She made sure that for the rest of the day, everyone knew my name except me. Every person I saw or talked to that day seemed like my Master or Mistress. They knew the biggest and most important detail about me, and I was not allowed to know. Mistress just kept calling me boy all day, and I was dizzy with that pleasurable mix of humiliation, degradation and eroticism.

I absolutely exuded submission, and it seemed to come across. Men would sneer at me; ladies who would have normally never done such a thing would be physically touchy with me, patting me like a dog, or stroking my arm. The whole time, I didn’t know who I was, or even when Mistress Julia would allow me to find out.

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Another short self bondage story (this one is fictitious)

I stood on my back porch at night. It was 1:30 am, and all of the lights in the neighborhood were out. The door was closed behind me, but unlocked. I am a man, and was wearing a very short pink dress with a puffy petticoat that held the dress out to my sides, revealing the silk panties I was also wearing.

On my chest a bra containing a huge pair of fake boobs, and a blonde pigtail wig on my head. I had pink nylon stockings on and a pair of five inch spiked shoes, also pink. The shoes were a special pair I ordered which had locks on them making it impossible to remove them unless I retrieved the key which was inside.

I stood at attention with my hands on my hips, and enjoying the buzzing of the vibrator which was strapped around my cock, and tucked into my tight panties. I had shaved my legs and chest for this occasion, as well as put on a gaudy amount of makeup on my face. I had even written the word “bimbo” on my forehead in lipstick.

It was dark outside, and no one could see me very well even if they were awake. If it were daylight, there were a half dozen houses around me who’s occupants could have a clear view of me in my ridiculous sissy outfit.

The vibrator buzzed, and I could feel the first hints of the orgasm building. I gripped the pen sized device I had built which had a red button at the end.

As my orgasm got closer, I moved my thumb just to the tip of the button. The key now was to time this perfectly. I needed to push the button just a couple of seconds before I came. If I did that, the button would set off a series of events that would drastically heighten my orgasm, as well as make for a very panicked and interesting few minutes immediately after my orgasm.

If I waited until I started to cum, I would lose my nerve and not push the button, and nothing unusual would happen. I’d have a nice squirt into my panties, and go into my house thanking my lucky stars I’d chickened out.

I felt my penis start to have the glowing feeling it gets, and I decided to be adventurous and press the button now even though I may not cum for another ten or twenty seconds.

When I pressed the button, the device executed its commands. All of the doors and windows in my house (except the front door) locked. The back porch light right above me turned on, as well as every other light in the house and the front porch light.

I realized my plight, and that any of my back yard neighbors who were awake and near their windows would have a perfect and well illuminated view of me in my outfit. There was nothing I could do about this except walk to the front door which was even more exposed. Though I’d be a laughing stock and a pariah if they saw this, I wasn’t technically doing anything illegal, as no one but me could tell there was a vibrator buzzing away under my panties and I wasn't technically exposing myself.

I was so horny that I actually hoped the lights turning on would wake some of my neighbors up so they could see how pretty I looked. I even stood taller and smiled hugely out into the darkness of the back yard that I now couldn’t see from the spotlight of the porch.

I came, hard into my panties, almost doubling over in spasms of pleasure. I was heaven. Then immediately it was hell. What the fuck had I been thinking? The back yard neighbors could have possibly seen me, but at least there were only a few of them. The moment I went to my front yard, there would be at least a dozen houses with a perfect view of me. Not to mention the street that would have traffic even this late at night, and sometimes even insomniac walkers or bike riders.

There was nothing to do about it. If I wanted to get into my house, I’d have to run to the front yard and in thorough my front door. I had two flood lights illuminating the front yard, and the front porch light was on. It was brighter than a sports field during a night game, and I had to walk that gauntlet in my five inch heels which made it virtually impossible for me to hurry.

I crept around the side yard in relative darkness, and peeked out to my front lawn and the street. Everything looked ok, except there was a car parked right in front of my house which I didn’t recognize. It was probably just paranoia, but I swore I could see a person sitting in the driver’s seat. It was too dark though. I stood there for a long time deciding what to do.

My feet were starting to kill me, and the buzzing vibrator was driving my over sensitive cock insane. I didn’t dare reach inside my panties to turn it off because if anyone was watching, it would look like masturbating and that WOULD get me arrested. I made the quickest dash for it I could to my front door. An eternity later after walking through a virtual field of spotlights in this sissy outfit, I got to the door and turned the nob. It was locked!

Oh my god, I’d forgotten that I had programmed it to lock also. I’d hidden the key in my mailbox which was at the very far end of my front lawn. I didn’t have the will to think about it, I just teetered off towards the mailbox as fast as I could, and grabbed the key. As I walked back, I looked again at the strange car, now that I wasn’t in the light, I could see that what had looked like someone sitting in the driver’s seat, was someone sitting in the driver’s seat. It was a woman, and she was watching me with a smirk on her face.

I realized I could see her face because a light was illuminating it. Not just any light. It was a cell phone. She was filming me.

The End?

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My self bondage session tonight (real true and actual)

So, I'm a big self bondage fan. I've done many many scenarios in my life. My m.o. is to sissify myself, then arrange the bondage so that AFTER I have an orgasm, THEN I have to risk exposure. It's a fun game I play, because post-orgasm Jizelle want's NOTHING to do with feminization. It's like Dr. Jizelle and Mrs. Hyde are playing a game of chess. Mrs Hyde tries to arrange it so that Dr. Jizelle HAS to expose himself, or at least risk it. Of course, Dr. Jizelle is VERY motivated to get around whatever traps or bondage Mrs. Hyde set up.

Having said that, let me explain today's scenario. It mostly centers around a new vibrating cock ring I bought for myself. Having tried it on and seeing that it would work nicely, I prepared my house. I have a very 5 x 6 picture window in my living room. It looks out onto the street I live on. I took the curtains off, and washed the window so the inside would be as visible as possible.

Next I took my trusty handcuff key, and used gorilla tape to tape it to the window at mouth level. I even used a couple of extra pieces of this stuff to make sure it would be very difficult (nearly impossible) for me to get it off with my teeth. (which is how I'd have to do it since I was going to handcuff my hands behind my back.)

It was still a bit darker inside than out, so I decided that turning on every light in the room would be a nice touch. Thinking ahead and knowing the first thing Dr. Jizelle would do is go around and turn off all the lights before heading to the window to start biting at the tape, I used more gorilla tape to hold all of the light switches in place. This way, even if that spoiled sport Dr. Jizelle took the time to peel the tape off and turn out the lights, it would waste time, and he'd be trapped wearing an awful french maid uniform in full view of the window, the a vibrator now tormenting a very sensitive cock AND all the while the light outside would be getting dimmer. So this was a no brainier for Mrs. Hyde.

Next I got dressed in my favorite french maid outfit. Inserted a nice butt plug (which used to vibrate, but sadly stopped working a long time ago. Why are sex toys so cheap?) Got the handcuffs ready, and took my most devious pair of 6 inch spiked heel shoes with an ankle strap into my office.

Sitting down at my chair, I strapped the shoes on which would make them extremely difficult to remove without the use of my hands. This is an extra terrible torment to that killjoy Dr. Jizelle as we can both barely barely walk in them, though Mrs. Hyde enjoys the sensation of teetering around in them while Dr. Jizelle just finds it painful and exhausting. I turned on the new cock-ring vibrator, tucked it into my black silk panties (mmm) sat down at my desk to navigate to a porn video that would last long enough for me to get off on the vibrator.

I know myself, and it takes me much longer to cum using a vibe than if I just masturbate with my hand. Ten or fifteen minutes of concentration usually. I decided to do one last devious thing to Dr. Jizelle, and that is instead of navigating to femdom, or even sissy porn, I decided to put on a video that holds no sexual appeal to me, and would leave me feeling extra post orgasm guilty. I navigated to a cross dresser getting ass fucked by a dude with a huge cock.

As you've heard me talk before, you know that I consider sex to be a very complicated and intricate thing. I also believe I'm quite honest with myself (and you) about what I'm into. So when I tell you that I'm not into guys getting ass fucked, even if it's a dude who is cross dressed, I hope you'll believe me. The fact that I'm not into it is what heightened the experience for me. I knew that the MOMENT I came, Dr. Jizelle would start to fret about being gay or not. And that the old curmudgeon would either have to leave the video playing as she tries to make her escape, or waste valuable time fumbling round to shut off the video.

Withe the porno vid going, clad in my cutest sissy outfit, massive breast forms stuffed in my bra, butt plug up my bum and cock right vibrating away, I reached behind my back, and snapped the cuffs on. Now was that delicious moment of "I'm fucked" the only way for me to get free was to go to the big front window and stand in full view right at the window and slowly chew the corners of this super strong tape away till I can get to the key.

I also had a backup release of a second key put outside and easily reachable, but I'd have to walk outside in full view of my back yard neighbors.

I settled back into my chair, watching the video and enjoying the vibrator tickling my stiffening cock. I noticed that the vibrator wasn't very strong, and I hoped it wouldn't take me a half hour to come. The video played, and I saw that the cross dresser was a actually a dude who'd gone the extra mile and had breast implants. (something I want to do one day if I ever get so rich from my art that I don't have to leave the house) I personally will get the largest implants that are physically possible. Anyway, this fact heightened the video for me, and I sat back to concentrate on my hard-on.

Ten minutes later I hadn't come, and wasn't even getting close. This vibrator just wasn't very powerful. I decided to up the ante, and walk into the front room. I was going to stand in front of the window and see if the higher chance of exposure would add to the turn on, and get me off quicker.

A word about my outfit. It isn't indecent. Nothing that would get one arrested, and since my vibrator was hidden in my panties, I wasn't really in danger of being arrested (or so I think.)

I stood there at the window and sure enough, the extra risk was a turn on, but the vibrator was just sooo weak. I started humping the glass to help it along, and then I realized. The damn battery was dying! I wasn't going to get to cum!

Some times Mrs. Hyde wins, Sometimes Dr. Jizelle does, and sometimes neither do. As I realized my fun was over with no orgasm in prospect, Dr. Jizelle made his reluctant appearance. Sure enough, the outfit was no fun at all. First thing was the GET THOSE FUCKING SHOES OFF no matter what.

I thrashed and kicked, with my left toe wedging into my right shoe and holly shit, I got the shoe off, then the right one came off. I quickly walked over to the window and realized that I had made a mistake. I'd taped the key slightly too high for my mouth to reach. I mean I could touch it, but I couldn't get an angle to get the corner of the tape. This meant that I'd have to come up with some plan C, or I'd have to do plan B and walk outside in broad daylight with the neighbors able to look out and see me.

I found a long pole by the side of my fridge, and managed to use it very awkwardly to scrape at the tape. It took FOREVER to get it loose. I mean like fifteen minutes or so. The entire time I could hear Mrs. Hyde laughing inside my head. "You may have found a way around your mistake, but your doing EXACTLY what I wanted. You're standing in front of your giant window in broad daylight with the lights all on in your sissy maid outfit! If any of the neighbors walk out, there is no way you'll get out of sight in time."

I tried to shove this talk to the back of my mind as I FINALLY go the tape off of the window enough to walk up and clutch it with my teeth and peel it off.

Very carefully I walked it to the kitchen counter, and laid it down so I could pick it up behind my back. It was then I remembered that you have to put the handcuffs on the right way, with the keyhole facing your finger tips or it's nearly impossible (for me) to unlock them, even with a key. My arms were starting to hurt from being locked up too long, and my wrists were DEFINITELY going to be bruised.

I started to loose my cool, and frantically felt for the keyhole. It wasn't there! I ran to the bathroom to see if I could get a look in the mirror. Sure enough, my left cuff was facing the top. Luckily my right cuff was facing the correct way, but that would mean I'd have to use my non-dominant hand to unlock it.

This took me easily another ten minutes, and by the time I got it off, I was dripping sweat, and even Mrs. Hyde was starting to remember why we'd switched from metal handcuffs to leather restraints a long time ago. I collapsed on the chair in the living room, totally tired and sore and I didn't even get an orgasm!

I decided to use my frustrated energy, and write this. Which I have done. Just now.

So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go finish now manually what I started over an hour ago.

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Felatio: The worlds first non-consensual super heroine (very short story)

Tim Radmison looked at the papers in front of him, and at the suits sitting across the desk. He picked up the pen to sign, but hesitated.

"Tell me again why I can't have my lawyer look over these documents?" He asked.

The suits just stared at him, their eyes hidden by sunglasses. "Mr Radmison, there are at least twenty inmates behind you just hoping for the chance to sign this document. If you don't sign right now, we'll send you back to your cell, and get one of them."

"Ok ok, I'll sign, but just so I understand. This contract says that you are going to turn me into a super hero using an exo-skeleton suit that is totally non invasive. The suit will help me to fight against crime. Once I stop a certain number of crimes I get to go free, and the suit will be removed with no permanent side effects to myself."

Rather than answering, the suits looked at each other, got up from their chars and one of them reached for the document in front of Tim.

"No!" Tim snatched the paper, and quickly signed it before they could remove it.

For the first time, both of the agents broke character, and smiled. "Well done Tim. You're going to make a great Felatio."

"A great what!? Felatio, is that some kind of joke?"

"No Tim, Felatio is your super heroine name."

"Heroine? What are you guys getting on about? I'm a man, that'd make me a hero. You said the suit wasn't going to change me in any way."

As they talked three huge orderlies came into the room and grabbed Tim. One of them injected him with a syringe.

"Correct, the suit will not change you. The breast augmentation and other changes will be made surgically and separately from the suit."

Tim kicked out and screamed, but soon his limbs and neck went limp.

Over the next few months, he was altered to become a shapely buxom female. Since in his crimes, he had taken particular advantage of the African american population in several cities, it was decided that he'd receive a pink Afro, and would be set to work policing the low income areas. Whit his unwilling help, he would apprehend violent criminals who are active in his are, then the exo-suit would force him to give the criminal a special blowjob. Due to certain chemical injected into his salivary glands, the blowjob would cause the criminal to feel euphoric and non-voilent for up to one month.

In this way, Tim Radmison would be able to pay for his crimes, and make the streets of some of the more dangerous areas of the city safer. Unfortunately for Tim, what he didn't know is that the duration of his new assignment would last until he had thwarted a number of crimes equal to every dollar he had wrongfully gotten. This would ensure that his sentence as Felatio would be much longer than his actual prison sentence would have been.

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Birth of a Mad Scientist (very short story)

"What are we going to do Rebecca? If we don't have a winner on the float in the parade, people will know that the pageant doesn't even exist and we'll loose our funding."

"I know, stop pressuring me, I'll come up with something just calm down. Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you what I decided to do."

"Tomorrow!? The parade is tomorrow."

"I said I know. Trust me, have I ever let us down?"

"Well no, but-" Ring ring. "Hello..."

Rebecca walked away while her assistant Evelyn talked on the phone. So far in her life Rebecca had always had a great ability to come up with creative solutions to problems, especially when she was willing to be... morally flexible. Nothing was coming to her though. She didn't know anyone she could birbe to pretend to be the fake beauty queen, and she and Evelyn would need to be seen at the parade, so they were both out. What to do?

"Oh my god, that asshole. Let him rot in jail, I'm not bailing him out!" Evelyn screamed from across the room snapping Rebecca out of her thoughts.

"What's that about?

"My asshole brother in law. He's in jail for beating up someone. He goes out with his friends and picks fights with anyone he thinks is gay to impress his old high school football buddies."

Rebecca began to smile.

"Wait, is it Warren?"

"Yes"

"I've met him. He is an asshole. You know..."

Evelyn could tell by the way she was staring off into space, Rebecca was forming an idea. She knew better than to interrupt her trains of thought. They were always brilliant.

"Oh, that will be perfect. Hah! I love it!" Rebecca said.

"What is it? What's your idea?"

Rebecca fished through a drawer and came out with a small vial of clear liquid. "Go bail him out. On your way there, buy him some water and pour this into it. Make sure he drinks it."

"Ok, are you going to explain?"

"It's better just to show you. I've got something almost ready I've been working on. I was planning to use it on this tough bitch at the gym who hates being feminine, but I think using it on Warren will be even more fun, and it'll solve our problem. I'll need a few hours to get it ready, but it should be done by the time you get back."

***

Four hours later when Evelyn pulled her car back into the warehouse, Warren was asleep in the passenger seat and Rebecca was fiddling with some kind of mannequin on the parade float.

Immediately Evelyn could see what Rebecca's plan was.

Rebecca jumped down, and made a proud ta da gesture toward the thing standing on the float. It was a mannequin standing on the float in a flamboyant beauty queen dress. There was a huge bouffant wig, and a very realistic looking mask with the eyes cut out

"It's totally self contained, and it will keep him in place. He'll basically be trapped inside the outfit and won't be able to get out or move much. No one will see his face, and you can't see it from here, but there's a little punitive measure under the dress." Rebecca explained.

"But what's going to keep him from going straight to the cops? or telling everyone?"

"Are you kidding? You think Warren the notorious bigot and homophobe is going to go up to anyone and say 'Hey, guess what. Remember the big breasted beauty queen in the parade? That was me!' No, he's going to want to keep this quieter than even we do."

"Ok, I'm with you I think it might work. It's worth a try at least, but what's this punitive measure? You're not going to kill or disfigure him are you?" Evelyn asked

Rebecca couldn't contain her smile. "Cmon, help me get him into the outfit and you'll see."

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The Candle and the Book Club (very short story)

Seth writhed in ecstasy as his cock throbbed and emptied his balls into his fluffy pink petticoat. It was so intense that for a moment he forgot the entire world around him, and even where and what his situation was. He lay on the ground with his cheek on the floor, and closed his eyes just letting his head swim in the delicious afterglow.

However, the smell of smoke made him come back to reality in a few moments, and he opened his eyes almost as if waking up. The smoke was coming from a candle he had lit, and which was sitting just a couple of feet away from him. What he noticed most is that the vibrator he had strapped onto his cock was still buzzing happily away even though his penis didn’t like the sensation anymore. He wanted to take it off, but couldn’t.

Speaking of wanting to take things off, he was dressed in the most sissifying outfit he owned. He had on a blonde wig, makeup, a short pink dress and pink nylon stockings. It had been sexy to him a few moments ago before he’d had his precious orgasm, but now everything had changed. It was like he wasn’t even the same person. Now, he couldn’t stand this outfit and wanted to take it off very badly, but he couldn’t take it off either.

 He looked down at his wrists and ankles, and saw that they were still bolted to the floor with metal restraints. He remembered snapping them onto himself just a few minutes ago and getting a feeling of ecstasy as he heard the latches catch, and knew that now it was too late. The situation he’d set up for himself was going to play out whether he wanted it or not. The restraints were electronic, and would not release themselves for another thirty minutes.

This was a problem in and of itself because he desperately wanted to get out of the humiliating sissy outfit and the vibrator was becoming sheer torture to his cock now. These were secondary problems though. His mind wandered back to the smell of smoke. It was from a candle burning, but it wasn’t just burning itself. The candle was strategically placed under a rope that was holding back another strategically placed item.

Seth had rigged up a big purple corkscrew dildo attached to a ten pound weight like a pendulum. Were the pendulum allowed to swing free, the arc would slam the over-sized dildo directly into his unprepared ass. Currently the only thing keeping the pendulum from swinging free was a rope: A rope that was at this moment being burned through by a candle. He had tested it, and the rope should take no more than ten minutes to burn through. He had already wasted about five minutes getting into place and having his orgasm.

Now, the giant dildo would be ramming its way into his ass any minute and he thanked his lucky stars that he’d remembered to lube it up very thoroughly.

Even the predicament of the dildo was not his main concern though. Seth had told his ex-girlfriend that she could host her book club for this month at his house. He had carefully planned this self-bondage scenario so that his shackles would not release until two minutes after the women were scheduled to start arriving. He had left the door open a crack with a note that said “Don’t bother knocking, just come on in ladies!”

Now lying here, he hoped beyond hope that the ladies would be tardy as he often knew his ex-girlfriend to be. He heard the rope start to snap and crackle. It would be any moment now, but the sound that terrified him most of all was the sound of his front door squeaking open.

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