Hypno

i’m going to cheat a little because i came up with six things and didn’t want to cut anything.

i’m also torn as to weather these are ways in which i would love to serve a Man or things that i love myself.  i suppose ideally there is symmetry (i.e. we both like the same things.)

anyway here goes:

1. i love wrestling. more specifically struggling and being overpowered and realizing he really is stronger and i can’t resist him. particularly being taunted and teased about that continually. love when he’s on top, when he makes me feel helpless

2. being humilated and degraded in a loving but demeaning way. being made to feel inferior, emasculated. whether that be being called names, being forced to do degrading things, or being treated like his slut.

3. intimacy, affection, cuddling, kissing, making out with Sir. i love foreplay ♥

4. being Sir’s hole - learning how to pleasure his body, how to make him moan and groan it ecstasy - giving him the best possible orgasm. i love seeing him really getting into it and enjoying himself - seeing the look of pleasure in his eyes and hearing it in his voice. i’d be delighted if i could give him the best orgasm he’s ever had :)

5. i’ve never cummed just from being fucked (although i have done it with anal stimulation using an aneros). i would love to be able to cum from Sir’s cock fucking my pussy just like a faggot/little girl.

I just wanna get fucked

There now doesn’t it feel better to admit you’re a little bottom slut that needs her hole filled?

*looking down ashamed* yes Sir

Sir! *panicking slightly*

Sir that’s a little too tight! You’re choking me.

Sir! 

*whimper* please let go Sir *whimper*

Put your hands back down at your side faggot

*hesitantly puts his hands down*

*loosens his grip slightly* Good boy. Never resist me faggot. 

*whimper* yes Sir

Give Sir a kiss

*kiss*

I’m stronger than you faggot. Never forget that 

*shivers* yes Sir

*pats the boy on the ass* Your my little fuck toy - inferior to me in every way

yes Sir

Really? You sure about that?

*cringing, swallowing the lump in his throat* i umm….

Cause I can make that happen

*cowering and wincing* i i i….

Spit it out.. i i i what?

*bites his lip, shrinking even smaller*

i’m sorry Master

Yeah… I know you are bitch. You didn’t  mean to say that did you?

*looking down unable to make eye contact* no Sir i didn’t 

Come here and kiss my feet and show me how sorry you are. 

yes Sir

That’s better bitch. You just need someone to remind you who’s in charge every now and again. Huh?

*nods  cringing slightly* yes Master

There’s only one Man here and it’s not you. 

*licking Sir’s feet* yes Sir

You’re just my little bitch boy. 

yes Sir

you really think so Sir?

I do. I wouldn’t say it otherwise

*looking down embarrassed*

Hey… don’t look down when I pay you a complement

i’m sorry Sir  i just i don’t know why you would say that. i don’t feel worthy Sir

Hey look at me… you’re my boi.. if I say you’re beautiful. You are.

*staring back in disbelief* yes Sir thank you Sir *kiss* I love you. You will always be mine

always Sir?

me?

That’s right. 

I love you sweetheart

Turned your homophobic dad into these nice yellow briefs for you, bro. You can wear him when I’m done, but we only got 9 more days before the spell wears off and he’s human again.

“Please dude,” Anthony begged, “don’t turn me into a jockstrap.”

“You know the rules,” said Bill. “You wager too much at the poker game, you gotta pay.”

“No no no,” Anthony pleaded, backing away from the table. “Please – I’ll do anything!”

“Too late,” said Bill, standing up. “Look at me. I bet my clothes and now I’m fuckin’ naked. You bet your humanity. You know how it goes.”

And he reached over to Anthony’s shoulder. Anthony looked scared as his body shimmered and shrank in Bill’s hands, thinning and reducing down to a limp scrap of fabric. Within seconds, he was nothing more than a jockstrap.

“Not bad,” said Bill, carrying his friend into the laundry room. The rest of their game night friends were lying strewn about the room, some as t-shirts, others as towels or gym shorts. “Got a nice new wardrobe tonight. But first, you guys smell ripe. Gotta give you all a good rinse.”

This is Jeremy. He was an ordinary guy, he liked to drink at the bar with friends and play football. One day after the match, he went into the locker room and saw Dylan, the captain of the enemy team, there. “You scored three goals today, faggot.” Dylan looked very angry and it was obvious that he was up to something. Jeremy walked up to Dylan and tried to push him out of the locker room, but when he heard the snap of Jeremy’s fingers, he was numb. A few seconds later, Jeremy was replaced by a pair of new gray Nikes. 

“Now you look better, now listen to me, you play football very well, our team can’t win the match because of you, so I decided to get rid of you, I turned you into a new pair of sneakers, you will smell my masculine smell, you will hear everything and see only my foot inside the sneaker.” Jeremy panicked, he started screaming and calling for help, but no one heard him. Dylan slipped his sweaty, smelly feet into his running shoes. Jeremy smelled Dylan’s unbearable smell, he wanted to vomit, but he couldn’t do anything. He felt Dylan’s foot as if it were on his face. Dylan went home, it was a hot summer outside and his new sneakers were soaked with sweat. Jeremy was in hell drinking sweat and sniffing Dylan’s hellish socks. He remembered his past life, cried and begged Dylan to let him go… But no one heard him…