Season of birth affects your mood later in life

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

amount of lotion or coaxing could keep me from crying out in pain. The man tried to ease the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle but I just couldn’t stand it. Someone called out to tell me to shut the fuck up, so my master came to my rescue, all the while grumbling about missing the kickoff just to fuck me and silence my howling. Just as before, there was a sharp pain and then my master’s cock was up my ass to the hilt. Just as before, I clawed at the bedspread and involuntarily humped my ass in an effort to rub his cock against that spot which makes my own cock turn stiff as a twig. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed. He grasped my hips firmly and found my prostrate with his plum sized crown and laughed as I began humping furiously, fucking myself on his great horn of a cock. I blinked in surprise when a hot jet of my own semen hit me square on the face as he held me practically on my head and drained his cock down my asshole. He didn’t wipe my ass, but left me on the bed with my knees spread and semen already beginnin

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

g to run down the inside of my thighs. He returned with some sort of harness that he attached to my head. He then produced a ball gag and, stuffing the ball in my mouth, attached it to the leather bridle. He cinched it tight and then attached a short leash to the ring on the top of the bridle. I felt the bed move and found one of the men sitting in front of me on the bed with a camera. He took several pictures and said that this was always his best picture when they fucked a sissy. He turned the digital camera so that I could see my face. I knew then what the photographer meant; my mouth was stretched lewdly over the red rubber ball with a long trail of saliva hanging from my chin, but it was my eyes that made the picture. There is no way to describe the look in my eyes as they balefully gazed between the leather straps which met at the bridge of my nose. My master waved the man with the camera away and told the man with the giant cock to enjoy himself before returning to his football game. I doubt that the gag really helped, for

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

all I did was whimper softly as the giant cock completed the trail my master had just blazed up my ass. He held my head up by the short leash in one hand while the other grabbed my butt cheek. He drove his rod into me time and time again. My own cock was soft, but my eyes exploded with silvery white lights as I swooned into a faint. I remained in a surreal swoon throughout the rest of the football games. I was barely aware when one cock would slip from my asshole, only to be replaced by another. The guys with the smaller cocks compensated with skills the man with the big cock didn’t need. They both found my prostrate easily, and I came several times as I was fucked until they all blended into one cock fucking me relentlessly, endlessly. brem In our last story, we found that Danielle had embarked on a first date as a crossdresser, an important step for any CD, but upon arrival to her date’s home, is drugged and taken to a dungeon in the basement of a rather beautiful mansion. The story continues from there. em In and out of conscio

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

usness, all I see is lights. The last words from Renee’s mouth still swirling in my mind. Take her to the dungeon and prepare her for Master. What have I gotten myself into here? I was taken to the dungeon by a very large, muscular man and strapped to a table. It was cold, stainless steel with a very bright light overhead. My last memory of that episode was a device being placed over my eyes and ears. I was too incapacitated to resist and passed out. I was awoken by a soft voice. Danielle, honey, its time to get up. I recognized the voice as that of Renee, the woman who drugged me and put me in this predicament. As I opened my eyes slowly, I noticed that I was no longer in a dungeon, but rather a bed. The room was large with a feminine touch to it’s decor. On the left side of the room was an enormous walk-in closet. On the right, a master bathroom. Directly at the foot of the bed was a large vanity which appeared to be topped with an array of cosmetics and perfumes. Continuing my visual inspection of the room I noticed the walls w

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

ere painted in pinks and reds with a floral border around the upper walls. The bed I was lying in was covered in deep red sating sheets, a pink comforter and red pillows. Definitely a room made for a woman. Rise and shine, Danielle. Master is waiting downstairs. We need to get you prepared. Prepared? I asked. Renee shook her head and replied swiftly, Yes, prepared! Now get your ass out of that bed and come into the bathroom so we can begin! I removed the sheets and placed my feet on the floor, but felt different. Something wasn’t quite right. My center of balance was completely off. At that moment, my eyes fell to my chest. Oh my God! What have you done to me?! I shout at Renee. On my chest were a set of C cup breasts, perky, bouncy and beautiful. Problem was I remember being a crossdressing man prior to my arrival at this house. Now I had breasts! I was shocked, confused and furious all at the same time. I had always dreamed of being a woman, but never had the courage to express myself in such a way because of my conservative upb

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

ringing. My family would have been appalled and disowned me had the had a clue about my inner most desires. Now here I am with a set of breasts, that sure I had always dreamed of having, but knew there was no way I could hide when I went back to college, or worse, when I went back home for a visit. What I saw next shocked me even more. While I was walking to the bathroom to confront Renee, I happened to glimpse out the window. I saw snow on the ground. When I drove to this house, it was October. It appeared to be late winter as I viewed the scene outside. I was quickly brought back to reality. Renee snapped at me. Move it bitch! she said. We are on a tight schedule here and you need to cooperate. I need to teach you how to do this all properly so as not to disappoint Master. Now move it! I stepped into the bathroom and Renee ordered me into the shower. While walking into the shower I passed a long full length mirror and was once again struck by the scene I saw. Viewing my face I saw a woman staring back at me who had full lips, lo

Season Of Birth Affects Your Mood Later In Life

ng brown hair and stunning facial features. Her brows were pencil thin and it appeared her forehead had been raised to enhance her brows and eyes. Looking down her body, I noticed her hips to be wider and her waist to be slimmer and there was not a trace of hair to be seen. One thing did protrude from the rest of her body, a noticeable, yet small cock extending from the pelvic region. Renee? I asked. What have you done to me? Why are you doing this? Renee ordered me into the shower then began to speak. First off Danielle, it’s Miss Renee to you. Any such deviation in how you address me will result in disciplinary action. I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but for the time being, I wasn’t about to question her. Her face was stern. Her makeup was absolutely flawless, but had a powerful strict feminine tone. Her lips were a dark red, eyes done in a dark smokey fashion. She wore a tight mid thigh black leather skirt and a dark blue blouse that showed off her D cup tits. 6 peep toe pumps graced her feet and she wore sheer stockings

. Her jet black hair was pulled up in a bun and as before, she was wearing a 3 black leather collar around her neck. Second, Master has chosen you, Danielle. If you haven’t noticed already, he has taken the liberty of altering your body to suit his needs. Yes, you have breasts now, but Master made sure that your cock was left intact. I didn’t know how to respond as Renee scrubbed my body while she continued to explain what has happened to me. I kept quiet and allowed her to continue. Speaking of your cock, it is now useless, just a limp piece of meat left to remind you that you were once a sad excuse of a man. Useless? I meagerly replied. Yes, useless. she said. You have been given a strong dose of hormones over the last 6 months. The estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone blockers have rendered that pathetic excuse of a cock useless. Miss Renee, did you say 6 months? I said in complete disbelief. And I’ve been given hormones? Danielle, you’re body has been altered to Master’s specifications. Your body hair has been removed by l

aser. You were given breasts, high dose hormones and a little plastic surgery on your face. Your lips were collagen filled to give them a fuller plumper look and you had a few other procedures done which we won’t get into right now, but

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