Tom was on the verge of tears. This was going to be the worst day of his life. “It’s just a kink eve

Tom was on the verge of tears. This was going to be the worst day of his life. “It’s just a kink event”, his mistress tried to calm her little sissy down “you’re not the first sissy baby they’ve seen, and you won’t be the last one.”But Tom wasn’t convinced that that was a good thing. You know, when you’re paraded around in the mall, or in a parking lot, most people keep their distance and only whisper their comments to their companions. Not so at kink events. Especially with a helpless sissy like he was, everybody would have their way with him. Bored mistresses, frustrated slaves, every single person wouldn’t hesitate to yank his cock cage, to touch his breast implants, to feel the buzzing plug in his ass or to check his diaper. Yes. That was the next thing. The pink, crinkly diaper under his petticoat. Toms mistress had just put it on him, commenting how the convention would be long and how he would definitely not be able to use the toilet with his hands tied to his harness. He hated how it made his tights stretch, how it forced his legs apart, how it pressed against his cage. But he wasn’t allowed to complain. He wasn’t allowed to talk at all.As the first guest they met put their arm around Tom’s corseted waist, his panic started to fade away. It was unfounded. As he was led into the crowd, he started to feel that familiar headspace creep up again. This was how it was meant to be. With every further step, he could feel his willpower vanishing. Tom was nothing more than a cute, diapered chastised doll, free to be used and played with by whomever wanted to do so. And he loved it.Image credit: blackroseseduction.tumblr.com -- source link

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