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you have never said.

It all started when I was 15. I discovered how much I loved anal, and I couldn't stop. Dildos of every size. Panties, thongs, stockings, lingerie. Subtle manicures and pedicures so no one would notice. Alone in my room, dressed head to toe as a sissy, I'd spend hours lost in my toys and my Fleshlight. For years I hesitated. I'd stop, then come crawling back. Until I found a group of beautiful sissies who accepted me completely. That's when I knew. This was never a phase. Now I sneak out to parties. I have sex with sissies from other cities and other countries. Always protected with strangers. Tested and bare only with the ones I trust. I let them cum inside me while I'm dressed as a sissy. Sometimes we film it all. Still in secret. I don't fight it anymore. I just want to be a happy whore.

I finally accepted my sissy side not long ago. The first person I told was my LGBT best friend. She got so excited she started taking me out. She brought me to BDSM parties, fully dressed as a girl. Panties, thigh high boots, a latex dress, makeup, a wig. About two months ago, I met a super dominant guy at one of them. He fucked the shit out of me. And afterward, he took the keys to my chastity cage. He never gave them back. Just like that, I became his full time sissy whore. He comes over two or three times a week to tease me with my own keys. He fucks me for hours, gives me sissygasm after sissygasm, and leaves. Two months locked, and I've never been hornier. Or happier. Owned by a real Bull.

My old flatmate was a real snowbunny. She only ever hooked up with black guys. One night she came home from the club with one of them. I woke up to the sound of her getting railed through the wall. I'd bought my first dildos that same day. So I started riding them. Matching every bounce to her moans. I never found out if they could hear me. Part of me kind of hoped they did. Weeks later, she started looking at me differently. Every time we passed a lingerie shop, she'd point at something slutty. And tell me I'd look good in it.

Straight for years. Never even thought about cock. Then X woke me up.

Started with a plug. Then a dildo.

Arranged to meet a trans girl at her place. Both naked in two minutes.

Me on my knees, her cock hitting the back of my throat. She used me like a cheap slut. Cum dribbling down my throat. And all over my face.

She recovered fast. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back, legs up, getting fucked.

I jerked myself off until I came all over myself. Got dressed and left.

Walked past loads of people, cum-covered under my clothes.

Haven't found the courage to do it again. Still time.

My fantasy: to be a snow bunny bimbo, worshipping BBC.

Hours of being dominated by one thick cock. On my knees, his manhood forcing its way down my throat. Already breaking me in.

Then I noticed it: the camera. He'd been recording the whole time. Every gag. Every soft moan I tried to hide. Every command I obeyed like a cheap slut.

Before I could protest, three more guys walked into the room.

They threw me on the bed. They used every inch of me. Ravaged every hole. Until I was practically screaming for it.

I met a daddy online. After weeks of chatting, we finally met up. I picked him up, he paid for the room. Under my men's clothes I had on a black dress, stockings and a thong. Inside, I peeled the men's clothes off to show him what was underneath. He loved it. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, gagging and spitting, giving him everything. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and ate me out until I was dripping. Then he lubed up and pounded me doggy style for ten minutes. Calling me his bitch. Smacking my ass. Asking if I liked daddy's dick. I told him I loved it. He came on my ass, and I tasted it off my finger. Delicious. I rubbed the rest in like lotion. Days later, he messaged that fucking me felt like fucking a woman. That comment still turns me on. We only met once more. I keep trying to walk away. I can't stop longing for daddy.

When I was young, I used to steal clothes. Between 12 and 14, I'd take them from friends and family. I'd try them on, almost get caught, and it always thrilled me. By 17, I got scared. Terrified of being judged. So I buried it and forced myself to be as masculine as I could. I forgot what it even felt like. Until I stumbled across videos of sissies. And I started to wonder if I was one too. Because nothing ever felt as right as panties did. I bought my own. A plug. A dildo. I shaved myself smooth, and it felt uncontrollable. But the doubt always came back. The anxiety, the shame. I'd stop and tell myself I was fine. Then the sissy in me would return. She always does. I'm done fighting her. I just want to be her, happily and healthily.

I was cheating on my wife with another girl.

One night, she did my makeup. She dressed me in her sluttiest clothes. Then we waited.

She told me a man was on his way. We sat there together until he showed up.

She told me to service him. I couldn't resist. I got on my back and let him fuck me. I felt like such a slut in that moment.

And I knew right then. From now on, I was always going to want this.

A friend and I used to mail each other sex toys as a joke. We drifted apart, but I kept every one. I never touched a single one.

Five years later, I had a girlfriend. I left her alone at my place for an hour. She found the box. The dildo. The cage. All of it.

She asked if I was into this. I said no. It didn't matter.

She locked the cage on me and pinned me down. She told me how much she loved seeing me wear it. A chill ran through me. And I liked it.

Then she made me watch sissy hypno.

Now all I think about is her pimping me out. Like I'm hers to lend.

I was staying over at my best friend's place. I forgot I was still wearing my panties. I dropped my phone, and as I bent to grab it, they showed. He went quiet for a few minutes. He didn't say a word. When it was time to sleep, he made up an excuse. I had to share his bed. I didn't complain. In the dark he got closer. He reached down and tugged at my panties. I was embarrassed. But he seemed fine with it. He pulled me close and told me to pull his pants down and suck. Instinctively, I did. Then he patted my head and said, good girl. You're my slut now.

I got forced into being a sissy. And I loved it. A few months ago I turned 19. One of my best friends made a bet with me. The loser had to wear his sister's clothes. I lost. I tried to fight back. I made every excuse. But I ended up in his sister's dress. Then he made me put on her panties. It was so embarrassing. And then I got hard. I think he noticed. He said I looked good, and that I should come back for the rest of her clothes. I'm seriously considering it.

I'm married. And a total sissy. A full wardrobe. Drawers of lingerie. A box of toys. My wife loves watching me suck cock and get fucked. She's the one who keeps pushing me deeper into it.

Last Halloween we went to a party together. I was dressed as a slutty secretary. Heels, stockings, full sissy mode. A college guy started flirting with me, telling me about his frat party down the street. My wife smiled and told me to go. I could already see the bulge in his pants.

We ended up in one of the bedrooms. Then the door kept opening. One cock. Then two. Then four. Then more. All hard. All for me.

I got fucked by six guys that night. Sucked at least a dozen more. The rest jerked off and sprayed my body. Hair. Face. Tits. Stockings. Everywhere.

At first I thought it was disgusting. Then I scooped a handful and buried my face in it. Rubbed it into my skin like lotion. Pulled my cum-soaked panties and bra back on and drove home. Man seed still sloshing inside my boi pussy. My wife was waiting up to hear every detail.

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Married dad of two, always quietly curious, flirting on Snapchat and Grindr for years, but never crossing the line. One free afternoon, I impulsively ordered a dildo on Amazon the night before. When it arrived, I locked myself in the spare room, lubed up, and slid it in while scrolling Grindr, moaning softly. A guy messaged: "Need a blowjob?" Normally I'd ghost, but with the dildo stretching me and my clitty leaking, I gave him my road name before I could think twice. Heart pounding, I rushed around turning off every home camera in my dressing gown, then waited. When his car pulled up, I let him in and led him straight to the spare room. He spotted the dildo on the bed and smirked: "Someone's been having fun already."

I started panicking, ready to back out, but he stripped and his thick cock sprang free, veiny, heavy, way bigger than mine. Something inside me snapped. I dropped the gown, wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly. "Want to see my ass?" I whispered, bending over the bed. He fingered my slick hole, deep and teasing, making me moan and drip pre-cum onto the sheets. "Come suck it," he ordered. I crawled over, needing both hands to hold the base, it was that thick. I sucked eagerly, gagging, while he kept growling: "This is what you really want, isn't it?"

I pulled off, panting: "I can only think of one thing now." He grinned. "You want it up your bum, don't you?" I nodded frantically, ran for a condom. He fingered me more, then slowly pushed in, my virgin hole stretching around his girth. I arched my back, gasping, letting him use me deep and steady until I came hands-free, ropes spilling across the spare bed. "Finish me," he said. I dropped to my knees, sucked and jerked until he exploded across my face, hot and thick. He dressed and left. I jumped in the shower, still trembling, and fucked my gaping hole with the dildo one more time before my wife got home. Best secret afternoon of my life

I have a confession. When I first started using Grindr, I met a guy I kept sucking off and swallowing for. Eventually he brought me to his friend's place, and she turned out to be trans. She had her own hookup over too, so the whole night I got spit roasted and my face fucked between them. This was only about my third time using Grindr as a sissy. I used it several times a week for a year, so trust me, I have so many more stories where that came from.

I once wore my flat cage and a buttplug to work. I was leaking through my jeans within the first hour, and by the time my shift ended it was a total mess, obvious to anyone. The second I got home I put on sissy hypno, got into my full outfit, G-cup silicone tits and all, and bounced on my nine inch dildo until I had my first sissygasm. I was wrecked. I could not think for at least an hour, just lay there sucking my dildo, going more and more brainless from the hypno until I fell asleep. I woke up still a mess, still dressed up with my tits on and the hypno still playing. Such a hot experience.

I have a girlfriend. She is sweet and well behaved, the kind of girl who does not even swear. We love each other dearly. I was her first love and she fought so hard for us. What she does not know is that she is dating the most submissive sissy out there. I do not dress up, I do not wear makeup, but I have been gooning to sissy porn for five years straight. She thinks I am this innocent guy who barely even feels lust. We both have celebrity crushes, and every time she talks about hers, I picture her cheating on me with him and I get hard. I am a cuckie sissy bitch. I love BBC and BNWO. God, so yummy. Am I doing the right thing?

I used to think I was just another gay guy. Then I started talking to an older man through an app. We shared stories at first. Kinky ones. We got close quickly. He told me he was bisexual, that he had been with femboys before. I did not even know what that word meant.

He told me I had a great ass. That a thong would look good on me. So I bought one. The moment I put it on, something shifted. It felt good against my skin. Comfortable. Sexy, even. I told him how I felt and sent him a picture. That was the beginning.

He started calling me "baby girl." Then "slut." Then "whore." And I realized I was getting wet in a way I never had before. No one had ever excited me like that. Not even close. So I kept going. More thongs. Lingerie. Stockings. Dresses. Every new thing I tried felt more right than the last.

Now he is my daddy. Just talking to him makes me incredibly horny. He wants me in a thong and bra at all times. He calls me princess. He has used feminine terms with me from the very beginning, long before I even understood what I was becoming. He insists he did not do anything special. He just brought out what was clearly already there.

I never imagined I would end up here. Wearing lingerie and dresses every day. Craving submission. Getting turned on every time a man calls me "good girl." But I have accepted it now. I am a sissy. I cannot help being one. And I cannot help loving every second of it. Every day I become a little more feminine, a little more kinky, a little more myself. And I have never been happier.

Was there a person or a moment that first made you realize who you truly are?

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Over the last week my flatmate's comments have really started to get to me. I have been admiring not just her ass but my own, more and more. I have even started wondering what my ass would look like in her slutty gym wear. She has started focusing on hip thrusts at the gym, and every single time she tells me this is one and a half times my body weight as she drives the bar into the air. Naturally that led to me picturing her driving a BBC strapon deep into me, both our big white asses shaking with every recoil. It did not take long to go from thinking about it to playing with my ass. I was surprised to learn I am a natural. My fingers slide in so easily. I am already close to being able to fist myself. I kept considering giving in and buying some big black dildos and a cute flat cage. I picked out the exact ones I wanted. Then I kept chickening out and coming to my senses, only to be plunged straight back into it the next time I saw her walk past me. Today I finally took the plunge. A BBC dildo, a large jewelled plug, an inflatable plug and a chastity cage. The decisive moment happened at the pub. I was out with my flatmate and some of her friends I have only met twice. One of them was talking about a bad date and said the words stupid white boy, and looked me dead in the eyes as she said it. In that second I let myself believe all of it. Not just my flatmate. All of them. My white clit is useless and I might as well give in, train my ass, and become one of the girls.

I am a married family man in my mid thirties, and secretly I am a BBC obsessed sissy. My wife has no idea. That is where the fantasy begins. I dream of her, my friends, and my colleagues watching as I am marched into a dungeon in a full sissy outfit. Then a group of ten muscular BBC studs walk in. They surround me, degrade me and humiliate me in front of everyone. Once they have laughed enough and proven how pathetic I am, they take my wife by the hand and guide her in, giving her a front row seat to see up close that her man is a cock hungry sissy. She sits with the rest of the onlookers while her sissy husband sucks and fucks every man in the room, all of them blowing load after load in me and on me. When the orgy is finally over, they make me walk home as a cum covered sissy slut, so the whole world can see me for exactly what I am.

I had a gay friend who was always into me. We stayed in touch for years over Snapchat. Then one day, he sent me a dick pic. I never said a word. I just kept it our little secret. The years went by, and during Covid, the pics kept coming. More and more of them. Around then, I found sissy captions and trans porn. And suddenly his pics started to hit me differently. I slipped into panties and lingerie. One of my first girlfriends took it further. She feminized me. Fishnets, a dildo, the works. Ever since, I've been a Grindr whore. Sucking strangers off, taking their loads on my face and in my mouth. And yet I still haven't done a single thing with the friend who started it all.