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BBCclubsissy
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I am not currently owned
SEEKING FORCED WOMANHOOD
I will update this profile when I get a chance.
What I seek, objectification, humiliation, degradation, slavery, ownership, defiled, used, tormented, turned into the hottest slut that turns eyes in public.
I am also seeking an owner to enforce anorexia/bolemia to continue my weight reduction program.
The following was my early profile as instructed by my previous master.
Master wants me to be the best sissy I can be.
Master asked me to create a profile so that others could keep track of my training.
I recently began training with the most wonderful, strict, demanding and degrading Master.
I will be adding journal entries after each of my sessions with Master or others of his choosing.
He will be checking all incoming messages and proposals from others and will decide when and if I am allowed to serve or be used by others.
I have been closet cross dressing for over a year. I have worked on weight reduction to become more passable. I have thinned my eyebrows and other things to try and become more feminine. I have been keeping my body completely smooth and shaved. Master wants me to stay totally smooth and slut like.
He has given me a list of new sissy clothes to acquire as he did not like my existing wardrobe. I am in the process of acquiring clothing that is more to his liking.
Master likes lace, lightly frilly (but NOT baby doll styles that have too much frill)
He prefers, black, red, pink, tight, humiliating, easy access, and hiding unattractive parts.
He has given me assignments including public exposure and I will describe our first meeting in detail in my journal entry. It was the first time exposing myself completely dressed and in public.
Master quickly learned that a stupid sissy slut like me secretly wants to be exposed, forced out in public situations and humiliated in front of others. He thinks that there is nothing funnier then that terrified look from exposure, Knowing everyone around me knows that I am a stupid cock sucking, ass licking, boot kissing whore.
Master seems to understand my every thought and desire.
I am so grateful for finding a Master that knows how to properly transform a true sissy slut into the being she so desires to be.
Master made me order a special pink chastity device but I am not allowed to play with it until our next meeting. It has not arrived yet but I am so anxious. I have never been in chastity.
I also started anti-androgen therapy to go along with the estrogen I started about a year ago. I have to report that after 6 months of anti-androgen the effects have been faster breast development and shrinkage of my male element. I barely ejaculate anything now and the reduction of testosterone from the Aldactone has almost made me useless for getting hard. I have to stroke my flacid little member to even get a small amount of ejaculation. If I stop the testosterone reduction therapy for a week or two it gets harder with a bit more ejaculate but not nearly what I had when I was the old horny male. I am having mixed emotions and wish I had a partner owner that wanted me and supported me in this transition.
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I have had many people ask what happened next.
I am including a copy of the email from Master after our experience.
We have not met since the first session but he has recently contacted me again.
I am hoping for more sessions with Master.
Hello slave,
I have thought a lot about our session, and the parts I enjoyed most were when you were in pain! When I gagged you with my dirty sock and sat on your back to hold you down while I belted your ass, and when I yelled at you for closing your legs after I hit your pathetic little sissy clitty while you whined in pain! Also that moan of pain and pleasure as I raped your ass and how pathetic you looked when I dropped that shitty condom on your whore face was priceless, I should have taken a picture! I am willing to let you kneel for me again, but there will be no mercy for you and you will be kept in chastity with limited relief for as long as I own you. Your suffering and torment is entertaining to me, so if you are willing to be my chastised pain toy, we can continue. I will host and let you be my maid when ever my room mate leaves town and I have the house to myself, otherwise, you will host in a hotel or at your place and in those sessions I will humiliate, tease, degrade and abuse you as I see fit. Weather you want to continue with me or not is the last decision you get to make with me. Either you consider yourself owned property or we don't talk again. If you want to be mine, I will send you a short shopping list. I won't be back in Nevada for months, so you have time to shop, but I want you ready when I am ready for you!
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My first meeting with Master. After exchanging emails and details, Master had me get a room and said he would evaluate me for ownership. Waiting in the room for Master I was surprised when he told me to get completely dressed from the evaluation. I was then instructed that I was required to meet him in the parking garage. But I would not meet him I would be fully dressed and standing in public and he would walk by or drive by and evaluate me. I might not see him but he would text me if I was acceptable. This was my first time fully dressed and in public. I walked through the busy casino lobby, trying not to eye anyone. I was carrying my 6" heels in a bag and walking in slippers since I am still a bit awkward in heels. While walking through the lobby and waiting for Masters text message I was unable to make eye contact...even when I could feel the eyes of others looking at me. I had my long blonde wig, red bra and panties, black crocheted see through top with long sleeve arms that extended out over my hands, a short jean skirt and black thigh highs, when in the garage I found a place to hide and change into my 6" heels, and waited nervously for Master's evaluation. I think about a dozen people must have passed by me while I was out there waiting. Then I saw someone. He must be master. He got closer and came up to me on the other side of a window. Then passed in for a closer evaluation. I said hello. He shook his head and said "This is not going to work" and then he walked away. I felt so humiliated. I had done my best to look hot. Well done make-up, my sexiest outfit, my tall black heels and slender smooth nylon clad legs. Master walked away without any other words. I was sad, humiliated, embarressed and worse...I had been totally rejected. There were more people around now and it ws hard for me to walk smoothly in my heels. I found a place to change into my slippers again and went back to my room after lots of humiliating moments in the lobby, the escalator and the elevator. OMG how could I be in public dressed like a slut? I got back in my room and sent multiple text messages to Master...I was begging and pleading for him to come use and humiliate me. Master at least gave me a glimmer of hope and said he would get back to me in a few minutes and to be ready for him in case he changed his mind.
More to come about our meeting in the room. |
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| Age: 31 |
| Queens,
New York |
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