degradedsissy1: I after we’d gone out together for a couple of months, we moved in together.
degradedsissy1: I after we’d gone out together for a couple of months, we moved in together. Then I came home early one day, and found it dressed in a pair of my high-heels boots, one of my skirts and some of my underwear, painted with nmajeup and nail polish, like some limp-wristed queer, jerking off into my pantyhose. I told it I needed a man, not some effeminate fag wearing women’s clothes. It begged my to let it stay. It offered to be my maid - to do all my cooking, cleaning, ironing and errands. At first the idea sounded totally absurd, but I thought I’d play along for some amusement. It’s actually worked out well. I don’t havre to do a thing around the apartment and I acrually get a kick out of humiliation it and degrading it. I call it all kinds of humiliating names - “pansy”, “queer”, “pantyboy”, “faggot”…and I humiliate it it hin front of others. Yet the more its face burns with shame the more excited it gets in its panties. I’ve had to lock it’s useless little appendage way to stop it playing with itself. There’s nothing it won’t do. It even warms up my boyfriends for me. Some get a bit of a rush out of it. It says it’s not attracted to men, and when I see the incredible shame it drowns in when it has a man between its painted lips, I tend to believe it. But it does it anyhow. Why don’t you whip yours out and see for yourself while we just sit here and laughter at it? -- source link