Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I lay on the warm sand, soaking up the sun’s rays, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how we’d managed this amazing beach vacation. My boyfriend Bob had lost his job a few months ago, leaving us in a financial bind. But being the clever and resourceful mistress that I am, I knew just what to do – turn that disappointing boyfriend into my perfect sissylslut and whore him out to cover our expenses.

It started gradually, with some light crossdressing and feminization. I forced him to wear frilly panties and sheer stockings under his business attire. He was so humiliated, but began to crave the way the silken fabrics caressed his skin and framed his cock and balls. The pink lipstick and garish eyeshadow completed his transformation. My once proud man was reduced to giggling, prancing sissy.

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I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse”

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You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC”

Feminization Party

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If you’re a sissy I need to ask you something, have you ever been to a feminization Party? A celebration of becoming the panty boy you’ve always wanted to be.

I think that this transformation is such a huge step for most that a feminization Party is needed to mark the occasion. I recently held one for my friend Marcus who after many years of dreaming decided to slip on his first pair of panties.

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Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I have a confession to make – I am hopelessly addicted to spanking. I’m constantly begging my lovers “spank me harder!”  The rush I get from a firm hand smacking against my tender cheeks is nothing short of euphoric. My ideal fantasy is being bent over an armchair (I prefer wood or leather), my tight shorts pulled down slowly to expose my perfectly round ass. A gentle caress at first, admiring my curves, before an unsolicited spank snaps me out of my trance.

The first one never fails to make me gasp. My skin tingles, not in pain but anticipation of what’s to come next. Slap after slap, the stinging only fuels my ardor. Soon, my pajamas are noticeably damp. I crave the red handprints blooming across my firm globes, a badge of honor proving I can take it. By now I’m squirming on your lap, panties soaked through, clit throbbing for release.

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I want you to use me, daddy. Use me hard and rough. Use me however the hell you want. Because let’s be real, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To be your personal fuck doll, your depraved little plaything, your naughty secret stash of sin and debauchery when the world outside gets too much?

Well, baby, come and get it then. Unleash all that pent up frustration on my tight little pussy. Wring out every last drop of anger, of stress, of pent up lust and aggression, on my pliant, willing body. Slam me against the wall and ravage me. Throw me down on the bed and pound into me until the bed frame breaks. Pin me to the floor and violatingly hiss filthy degradations in my ear as you rail my cervix.

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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class”

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Hey subs, your Goddess Diana is another year older and another year sexier this Saturday! That’s right, it’s my birthday and you know what that means… I’m going to expect some SERIOUS worship these next few days!

On this special day honoring yours truly, I expect to be thoroughly adored and venerated. If you want my royal favors, you better shower me with gifts and compliment my irresistible body nonstop all day long. Don’t you dare forget, I’m a Queen and I demand to be treated as such by my loyal subjects! I mean, it’s only a few days a year you get to stop and celebrate. Although, I do have you, my little bitches. You spoil me year round. So my expectations are high for my birthday. 😉

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As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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