Sophie sissy's musings with Master Dom Raj
Hi, this is Sophie sissy, here to talk about my experiences with my master Dom Raj and our kikny adventures together. Master Raj ordered me to write this little article about our time together so far.
Like most of the Indian Sissies, who are being purged by the society and the anxiety of being judged by others I am too in closet, living as a man on the outside to the world. But only I knew who I am. Only I know the real me. I know im not a man. Not supposed be a man. I am a gurl by mind. A gurl on the inside. And living with parents didnt help either. I am soo restricted to get free. To break the girl in me free. The only way out is the Virtual world. It is the only place where I can really be me. One such place in the virtual world is here in Xhamster.
A little about me.. As you know, I am a closet sissy. I havent been with anyone yet. Yes, I am a virgin, havent touched another man’s cock yet, heck I havent even seen another cock up close in real yet. I have been drawn into this sissy world about 3-4 years before. You konw I was not a sissy straight away. But it was a slow gradual process. Im sure most of you reading this walked the same path as me. I was always into humiliation. I dont know why, but whenever someone humiliates me, i get turned on soo much. I like feeling small I guess.
One fine day, out of the blue, Master contacted me here on chat. We exchanged our intros. Initially our chats were just like any other chats. But gradually it changed into something more. I was drawn more into him. The more i talked with him, the more i was captivated to him. The more we texted, the more i was addicted to him.
Now about Master.. He is a confident man, very kinky man, a true alpha , he knows what he wants and gets into your mind very easily. He is stern and demanding, but at the same time he is understanding, kind and gives me my space when I feel a little uncomfortable or feel a little off.
Now, as i said earlier, we began talking on xhamster chat. The first question he’d ask is what am I wearing. You know he always wants me to wear something sexy and kinky whenever we talk. Hed want me to show a picture of the dress that im wearing for him. That is just for fun to set the mood in. So I’d get a sexy picture of a girl wearing that dress that I want to wear for my master from the internet and send it to him. If he is pleased with my dress choice, I’d be allowed to serve him. If not, then I’d be sent back to find a dress to his liking which happens a looott. Yes, very hard to satisfy him.
Then instantly he’d ask me to kneel. My master always wants me on my knees, in a submissive way, always ready to serve him. I know its all virtual and nothing physical. But his words would feel like he is standing right there before you.
Mostly, he’d tease me with cruel words, which honestly I love and he knows it. He’d make pinch my nipples, twist them, spit on them, massage them, pull them, puch them. All this would make my nipples burn like in fire, but would make horny as hell too. He’d make me slap my own cock and bals. It’d really hurt me. But he just loves it. Just loves the pain that he is inflicting on me. Just loves the control he has over me. He’d make me tease my ass. Make me spit on my finger and slip it into my ass. He’d deny me my orgasms after long teasing sessions. He just enjoys my frustration and pain.
He’d slap me, dig his nails deep into me, make me lick his feet, make me lick his sweat, his sexy body, his cock and his ass which i absolutely love of them all and he make me beg for more. Sadly all this is virtual in hoping that one day it would be real.
He’d tease me about my mom. Asking me about her, her name etc. As uncomfortable itd make me to discuss those things other than me with him, I love that he is pushing me past my comfort zone. Makes me all tingly and nervous at the same time. But all in all I just love those small encounters with him.
One such encounter is when I was alone in home, which happens very very rarely for me. My mom is always home. So you see, I cant be the woman I am when im around her. I cant dress up wen she is in home. And that one night, I was very lucky that he was online too.
I pinged him, he replied. Asked me what i was doing. I said, i was cooking dinner as parents were not home. He had thought of something mischevious. I knew instantly. He then asked me to make my regular dinner and make an additional dosa, a small one and keep it aside. He asked me to ping him once i had finished my dinner. So I did. You know what he did? He make me put that dosa plate on the floor. Made me kneel before it and eat it like a dog, just with my mouth. My cock was twiching from the humiliation, i was really high from the excitement. I had never done such a thing before. It made me horny. I did as he ordered. I ate the dosa with just my mouth. And the best part of it was, the night was just begining. I could not wait to find out what else he has in store for me.
He made me touchure myself. Made me slap myself. Pinch myself. Apply clothspin on myself. I enjoyed the pain as much as him. I didnt know I would like it, but i did. He made me pour wax on myself. He made me pour it on my tits. Made me pour it on my stomach. And made me pour some on my clit. Believe me, it was very very painful. But I loved it all. I loved that he is getting pleasure from my pain. He ordered me to look for a bhindi of my mom. I went and came back with one sticker bhindi of my mom’s. He wanted me to wear it. I was feeling butterflies in my tummy to the thought of it. You know its very common for women in India to wear bhindi on their foreheads. So just imagining myself in bhindi made me feel more like a woman. At last i wore it. I stuck it in my forehead. I looked more beautiful with that small thing between my forehead.
He made me kneel down on the floor. Rub my clit a bit. And then he ordered me to spit on the floor before me. I did as ordered. I was kneeling as i await his further instructions. He then told me lick my spit back up, like a dog. Like whores do. Like many dirty pornstars in dirty movies do. I felt like the same at that moment. My cock at this time was ready to explore. But he ordered me not to cum. I did my best to hold off.
And the last part, the best part is here. He asked me to go fetch my mom’s pavadai. Pavadai is a piece of cloting like a skirt, that is worn under a saree, to make them walk in saree without tripping. But its common for item girls, item dancers, whores to wear just the pavadai underneath. He told me to wear that. God I felt like a cheap whore then and there. He made me lie on my back. Asked me to imagine that he is pimping me out to random men on streets. My cock was ready to blast at this very minute. He made me rub myself, made me lift up my skirt and lift my legs, like i was ready to take a pounding. Just imagining that made me feel all girly and happy. I was in cloudnine. He made me lick my fingers..He made me to tease my asshole with it. He made me insert a finger in me. Then two. He made me finger fuck myself. I enjoyed it all the way. I coudnt bear it anymore. I asked his permission to cum. He told me to imagine that man holding my legs up fucking me even harder and was about to cum. This was too much for me at this point. I coudnt hold it anymore. I came. I came. This was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I have never cum soo much in my life. And I lie there with my pavadai (skirt) up my hip, with my cum on my stomach, tierd, dizzy and happy. That was wonderful.
He then asked me to scoop up the cum and eat it myself. You know that was very very humiliating. Eating your cum when you are horny is one thing, but when you had just cum, that is very very hard to do. You just cant get over it. And the fact i scooped it up and licked it up, made me even less of a man. What sort of man does that? Clearly i am not a man.
Atlast, I got to my feet, thanked my master for this wonderful night. He ordered me not to remove that pavadai all night and i had to sleep in it. I loved that idea. To sleep in my mom’s pavadai. That was one memorable night.
There were many other play sessions after that. Our good times still continue till this date. Hope I’ll meet him in one day to make this all happen in real.
Hope you enjoyed this little story as much as i did. Thank you for reading till the end...
Like most of the Indian Sissies, who are being purged by the society and the anxiety of being judged by others I am too in closet, living as a man on the outside to the world. But only I knew who I am. Only I know the real me. I know im not a man. Not supposed be a man. I am a gurl by mind. A gurl on the inside. And living with parents didnt help either. I am soo restricted to get free. To break the girl in me free. The only way out is the Virtual world. It is the only place where I can really be me. One such place in the virtual world is here in Xhamster.
A little about me.. As you know, I am a closet sissy. I havent been with anyone yet. Yes, I am a virgin, havent touched another man’s cock yet, heck I havent even seen another cock up close in real yet. I have been drawn into this sissy world about 3-4 years before. You konw I was not a sissy straight away. But it was a slow gradual process. Im sure most of you reading this walked the same path as me. I was always into humiliation. I dont know why, but whenever someone humiliates me, i get turned on soo much. I like feeling small I guess.
One fine day, out of the blue, Master contacted me here on chat. We exchanged our intros. Initially our chats were just like any other chats. But gradually it changed into something more. I was drawn more into him. The more i talked with him, the more i was captivated to him. The more we texted, the more i was addicted to him.
Now about Master.. He is a confident man, very kinky man, a true alpha , he knows what he wants and gets into your mind very easily. He is stern and demanding, but at the same time he is understanding, kind and gives me my space when I feel a little uncomfortable or feel a little off.
Now, as i said earlier, we began talking on xhamster chat. The first question he’d ask is what am I wearing. You know he always wants me to wear something sexy and kinky whenever we talk. Hed want me to show a picture of the dress that im wearing for him. That is just for fun to set the mood in. So I’d get a sexy picture of a girl wearing that dress that I want to wear for my master from the internet and send it to him. If he is pleased with my dress choice, I’d be allowed to serve him. If not, then I’d be sent back to find a dress to his liking which happens a looott. Yes, very hard to satisfy him.
Then instantly he’d ask me to kneel. My master always wants me on my knees, in a submissive way, always ready to serve him. I know its all virtual and nothing physical. But his words would feel like he is standing right there before you.
Mostly, he’d tease me with cruel words, which honestly I love and he knows it. He’d make pinch my nipples, twist them, spit on them, massage them, pull them, puch them. All this would make my nipples burn like in fire, but would make horny as hell too. He’d make me slap my own cock and bals. It’d really hurt me. But he just loves it. Just loves the pain that he is inflicting on me. Just loves the control he has over me. He’d make me tease my ass. Make me spit on my finger and slip it into my ass. He’d deny me my orgasms after long teasing sessions. He just enjoys my frustration and pain.
He’d slap me, dig his nails deep into me, make me lick his feet, make me lick his sweat, his sexy body, his cock and his ass which i absolutely love of them all and he make me beg for more. Sadly all this is virtual in hoping that one day it would be real.
He’d tease me about my mom. Asking me about her, her name etc. As uncomfortable itd make me to discuss those things other than me with him, I love that he is pushing me past my comfort zone. Makes me all tingly and nervous at the same time. But all in all I just love those small encounters with him.
One such encounter is when I was alone in home, which happens very very rarely for me. My mom is always home. So you see, I cant be the woman I am when im around her. I cant dress up wen she is in home. And that one night, I was very lucky that he was online too.
I pinged him, he replied. Asked me what i was doing. I said, i was cooking dinner as parents were not home. He had thought of something mischevious. I knew instantly. He then asked me to make my regular dinner and make an additional dosa, a small one and keep it aside. He asked me to ping him once i had finished my dinner. So I did. You know what he did? He make me put that dosa plate on the floor. Made me kneel before it and eat it like a dog, just with my mouth. My cock was twiching from the humiliation, i was really high from the excitement. I had never done such a thing before. It made me horny. I did as he ordered. I ate the dosa with just my mouth. And the best part of it was, the night was just begining. I could not wait to find out what else he has in store for me.
He made me touchure myself. Made me slap myself. Pinch myself. Apply clothspin on myself. I enjoyed the pain as much as him. I didnt know I would like it, but i did. He made me pour wax on myself. He made me pour it on my tits. Made me pour it on my stomach. And made me pour some on my clit. Believe me, it was very very painful. But I loved it all. I loved that he is getting pleasure from my pain. He ordered me to look for a bhindi of my mom. I went and came back with one sticker bhindi of my mom’s. He wanted me to wear it. I was feeling butterflies in my tummy to the thought of it. You know its very common for women in India to wear bhindi on their foreheads. So just imagining myself in bhindi made me feel more like a woman. At last i wore it. I stuck it in my forehead. I looked more beautiful with that small thing between my forehead.
He made me kneel down on the floor. Rub my clit a bit. And then he ordered me to spit on the floor before me. I did as ordered. I was kneeling as i await his further instructions. He then told me lick my spit back up, like a dog. Like whores do. Like many dirty pornstars in dirty movies do. I felt like the same at that moment. My cock at this time was ready to explore. But he ordered me not to cum. I did my best to hold off.
And the last part, the best part is here. He asked me to go fetch my mom’s pavadai. Pavadai is a piece of cloting like a skirt, that is worn under a saree, to make them walk in saree without tripping. But its common for item girls, item dancers, whores to wear just the pavadai underneath. He told me to wear that. God I felt like a cheap whore then and there. He made me lie on my back. Asked me to imagine that he is pimping me out to random men on streets. My cock was ready to blast at this very minute. He made me rub myself, made me lift up my skirt and lift my legs, like i was ready to take a pounding. Just imagining that made me feel all girly and happy. I was in cloudnine. He made me lick my fingers..He made me to tease my asshole with it. He made me insert a finger in me. Then two. He made me finger fuck myself. I enjoyed it all the way. I coudnt bear it anymore. I asked his permission to cum. He told me to imagine that man holding my legs up fucking me even harder and was about to cum. This was too much for me at this point. I coudnt hold it anymore. I came. I came. This was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I have never cum soo much in my life. And I lie there with my pavadai (skirt) up my hip, with my cum on my stomach, tierd, dizzy and happy. That was wonderful.
He then asked me to scoop up the cum and eat it myself. You know that was very very humiliating. Eating your cum when you are horny is one thing, but when you had just cum, that is very very hard to do. You just cant get over it. And the fact i scooped it up and licked it up, made me even less of a man. What sort of man does that? Clearly i am not a man.
Atlast, I got to my feet, thanked my master for this wonderful night. He ordered me not to remove that pavadai all night and i had to sleep in it. I loved that idea. To sleep in my mom’s pavadai. That was one memorable night.
There were many other play sessions after that. Our good times still continue till this date. Hope I’ll meet him in one day to make this all happen in real.
Hope you enjoyed this little story as much as i did. Thank you for reading till the end...
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