degradedsissy1: How many sissies have been here before?The sissy comes home from work and throws o
degradedsissy1: How many sissies have been here before? The sissy comes home from work and throws off its work clothes to reveal its stockings, panties, bra and the chastity device that imprisons the one concession to manhood it has left. It meticulously applies its makeup and nail polish with a matching scarlet red lipstick and nail colour. It fills its bra with silicone breast forms and slips into a tight, short black satin skirt and a tight satin blouse, and some 5inch black patent stilettos, before attaching some long earrings and adorning itself with feminine jewellery. It locks a snugly fitting, heavy stainless steel collar around its neck, and attaches a chain leash to it. Next a long blond wig, to complete a very slutty and available look. It sprays itself with feminine perfume, slips on some elbow length satin gloves, grabs its handbag and gets into the car. As it backs its car car out if the garage, it has its heart in its mouth, hoping that a neighbour isn’t going to be walking by at that very moment. Taking extreme care not to do anything that attracts the attention of police patrols it drives to a roadside rest-stop on a highway, just outside of town, that is popular with long-distance truck-drivers and motorists. It also has a reputation as a location where men and women alike, whether straight, gay or bi, loiter in expectation of sexual encounters. Almost immediately it pills into a parking bay, a number of guys start to casually circle its vehicle. There aren’t any women out on this night, so a feminine silhouette in a car pulling up into a bay attracts immediate attention. Some lose interest as soon as they get close enough to realise that this is a transvestite, rather than a real female. Others are not too fussed. Some quite enjoy counters with men or transvestites. Some just rationalise that it might be a long night waiting for a real woman to turn up and that this sissy is about as close to anything feminine as they’ll get on this night. Nervously, the sissy winds down the driver-side window. This is not the first time it has done this, but you never know what to expect. One if the circling men makes his way to the car window and looks inside. He reaches in and strokes inside the sissy’s shave, stocking sheathed thigh and lifts its skirt. Contemptuously, he flicks the sissy’s caged and defeated manhood. “What’s this? Makes it pretty useless! "I suppose it means I don’t need to worry about your satisfaction then”, he snarls, as he motions the sissy out of the car. As it locks its car, it stands there nervously and vulnerably in its stilettos, it short skirt and its sheer stockings, feeling highly exposed with no less than a dozen other men looking on. The guy who approached it has by now noticed the leash attached to the collar around its neck, and leads it into the bushes as the sissy stumbles and minces pathetically along behind him. It is led to a small clearing, some 50 or 60 metres away from the rest area. It is aware that most of the other men are following to witness, or participate in its humiliation. Once there, he begins to grope and fondle it, as three or four o there’s join in. Having all these manly hands caress its shaven legs and body through the sheer nylon and soft satin, together with the simultaneous feelings of shame and emasculation, makes it weak at he knees. Its redundant, impotent manhood is beginning to swell paint fully in its tiny, restrictive cage. It collapses to its stockinged knees, as the guy who is holding its leash pull its face towards his now exposed, rampant manhood. It know it cannot back out of this. Overcome with shame it wraps its painted lips around his gorging manhood, as he begins to pump its face quite brutally, not caring the slightest about the fact it is gagging quite violently. Meanwhile, it becomes aware of another man having come up behind it. After pulling down its lace-trimmed, satin panties he boons to pump it violently from behind. Overcome with shame and weakness it feels the men’s juices filling it from both ends. Meanwhile. Other men who have been standing around fondling themselves whilst watching start to ejaculate over its head and its face. For the next two hours it hosts the climaxes of countless men inside it and all over it. Even as it lies in the dirt, completely finished and listless, covered in and filled either the juices of scores of men, its stockings laddered, still more men arrive to pump their juices into it like a piece of meat, or spend their juices over it. It has, over that time drifted in and out of a trance like stupor. The men are now all gone. It has no idea of the time -maybe 4 am. It has no idea how many men have climaxed it it or over it. Slowly it summons enough energy to drag itself up and stumble back to its car, its stilettos in its hand. It is a filthy, stinking mess of dried and semi-dried juices and still chokes a little on the taste of the residual juices in its mouth. It is beyond caring about soiling the inside of its car, as its drives home, almost catatonically. Once home it stands under the shower for an hour, but it seems no amount of water will fully remove the stain and the smell of the juices over it, let alone those inside it. Even more so, there is nothing that will ever cleans its soul of the total degradation it had subjected itself to. But, filled with self-loathing, it starts to toy, futilely, with the impotent reminder of a defeated manhood inside its chastity prison. Despite not having experienced any climax of its own, it feels powerfully and uncontrollably aroused by the incredible humiliation and degradation it has endured, and by its complete and total personal destruction and emasculation. Despite the deeply nauseous feeling in its stomach, the intense pain in its loins and the extreme self-loathing, it knows that it will subject itself to this again. -- source link