From Sara Sissygirl Blog
Wednesday,
March 11, 2009
I don't like cock!
"Yes you do, sissy," she grins.
I don't like cock.
"All sissies like cock," she laughs.
I don't like cock.
"Just try it."
I don't like cock.
"You'll like it, you will."
I don't like cock.
"You're going to try it, like it or not," she says, narrowing her eyes.
I don't like cock.
I don't like cock.
I don't like cock.
I don't like cock.
But I stare at it.
I don't like cock.
But I lick my lips.
I don't like cock.
But that's all I can think about.
I don't like cock.
All sissies crave cock.
I don't like cock.
I do, I do.
I don't like cock.
I'm not gay.
"You're going to suck cock, faggot."
I don't like cock.
"Faggot," she taunts me. "Cock sucking faggot."
I don't like cock!
"Then why is your little penis swelling?"
I don't like cock.
"Why are you drooling?"
I don't like cock.
"Open your mouth, sissy, open, open."
I...
I...don't...
"Open, sissy, open."
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
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Well, shouldn't a real girl help a sissy girl the first time she dresses in something so pretty?
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It was forced. Or
at least, it was not what I thought I wanted. Boys do not wear lingerie. Boys
do not wear dresses. Boys do not want to look like pretty girls.
Something gave me away. The something that let her know she was correct, as
always. Something indicated that telling me to slip on a garter belt,
stockings, a bra, and panties was EXACTLY what I wanted, no matter how much I
protested.
That something, of course, was the tent in my panties. The straining. The lump.
Small as I was, there was no masking the swelling of my penis.
I started out protesting. By the time she helped me fasten the bra around my
thin chest, my protests had grown weaker. With every heart beat, more blood
flowed to my panties. My cries grew softer and softer as I grew harder and
harder.
She knew it. She saw it. She was pleased by it.
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Labels: forced, personal, sissies, submission
JamieLin, in the
comments, asked me some questions. I'm a lovable girl, so I thought I'd answer:
1. Do you only dress at home, or work,
too?
Sadly, I cannot wear skirts and dresses to work. Oh, not that I do not have a
deep desire to wear skirts and dresses to work. My workplace would never allow
that, my profession would never allow that, etc. But, recall my friends, that I
do, at least, wear lingerie to work. I may have on a dark gray or dark blue
suit, but rest assured, I AM wearing a garter belt, stockings, panties, a
camisole, and trouser socks. Today. Every day.
2. Does anyone know about your hobby?
A few, very few friends. That does not include my g/f. Boo.
3. How'd you pick your avatar?
Completely random. I have an image issue. Would I want to look like her or like
the more full figured women that I have so many images of. That totally depends
on the day. And my avatar may change as my mood changes. I think my current one
is hot and sultry!
4. Grandma created you, but there must have been other influences. I'd love to
read them, and I know others would too.
I'll answer this more fully in an actual post as time goes on.
5. Maybe you don't care about comments, and if not it's certainly cool you get
enough out of the creativity, but please consider allowing readers to comment
anonymously. We need to rev this community up again and REALLY get the juices
flowing!
I TOTALLY care about comments. Please, please, um, please leave comments. They
do rev my creative juices and make me want to post more and more.
Oh, and by the way, for anyone that is curious (anyone?), yes, I am the
Saragirl that wrote "A Change in Our Marriage" and "Room and
Board." If you read them, you know them. If not, hope fictionmania comes back soon,
look them up, read them, love them, love me.
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by Saragirl at 8:08 AM 6 comments
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Someone, in the comments, was not pleased
that one must leave a name to comment. Thanks for the pointer...I turned off
that option. Anyone can comment. I also have to figure out where to leave me
email address on the front page. For anyone curious for now, my email is:
saragirl at gmail dot com
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Happy New Year to everyone. I wish good health and happiness for all. I think this post from 2009 is perhaps my second favourite. How about you?
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