Showing posts with label castration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label castration. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Therapy - Part 4

Shelly's Therapy continues! She has her first Special Encounter Therapy session! Can she handle it? Will playing the role of a sissy prostitute to its orgasmic conclusion prove once and for all that she is a normal, straight, heterosexual man - or prove that she's a homo? Or prove something else?

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Therapy Part Four

The drive to Dr. Taylor’s office took far too long but was actually over pretty quick.  I just really wanted to get going and was starting to get a bit anxious.  I knew that if Doctor Wilson was there - my Doctor, my wonderful Doctor - he would’ve helped me deal with my anxiety by putting me into the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position where I could wrap my nicely glossed lips around his wonderful cock and thus calm myself and focus on my therapy treatment.  I thought of asking the limousine driver, Richard, if he knew about the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position but then I realized that even if he did my practicing it would ruin my lipstick and I wasn’t sure I could reapply it so perfectly while riding along in the limo.  Then I realized I didn’t bring my lipstick with me.  In fact, aside from the clothes on my body and the shoes on my feet, I’d brought nothing else along with me.  So, I just had to calm myself by focusing on the memories of when last I was down on my knees before my Doctor in the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position and focusing on my breathing as his cock, his wonderful cock, just slide so sensuously in and out of my mouth.  I took confidence in the fact that there was nothing gay about those thoughts, this was just part of my therapy to cure me of my crossdressing problems.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Working The Club - Part Two

This is my first multipart story!  I think I've a rich field here to work on as the setup avails it.  Enjoy!

Working The Club - Part Two

Another night at the Pussy Galore Club. It's a special night as it's the night a former Pussy Boy starts her first time as a Pussy Girl. This makes for a lot of changes - no few of which were not anticipated, thought through, or even appreciated. Is it still worth it? Would it be for you? Would you want to work as a Pussy Girl at the Pussy Galore Club? Could you handle it?

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Working The Club - Part One

Fran felt the strap of her thong panties press against the plug in her rear.  "They don't call it dental floss for the ass for nothing." she thought to herself as she moved through the crowd in the club.  Dressed in a black with platinum trim, frilly, clingy, and oh-so-revealing little cocktail waitress uniform, she minced in her high heels toward the men and women at their tables.  She had a tray with their drink orders perched atop her left hand while her right hand was planted on her swaying hips.  She moved smoothly in her heels thanks to lots of practice in them with her Mistress and with all the shifts she'd worked there at the "Pussy Galore" club.