Basically, the sheer variety of galleries from which to choose is astounding. Not many youngsters will know how hard it was to find porn “back in the day” especially fetish porn. In many ways I have dedicated my Favorites to my younger self. I remember stumbling through ancient dial-up internet sites trying to find even slivers of what turned me on. My Favorites are a collection of what I would have given anything to find on the internet back then. It’s all for you little Fred J
It’s been a little while since I last wrote another chapter of The Pink Pages and it’s time for another. Over the past few weeks I have become obsessed with becoming a SISSY. It really started when I was at Wal-Mart last week and I saw a small make up kit for little girls near the clothes section. I figured what the hell and decided to buy it. I had planned on using the self scan but simply couldn’t resist going thru check out. I found a line with a large heavy set black woman ringing up items. Along with the kit I had a candy bar, a 12pack of beer, and a frozen pizza. I had this fantasy that she would ask me “sir, why are you buying this?” Then I would tell her the lie I had thought up about buying it for my niece’s birthday. Then she would see right through the lie and call me out as a perv or maybe request a very loud and price check and publically humilate me. As I approached the cashier, my small cock began to tremble and become erect. When I finally reached the end, I almost wanted to blurt out, “I’m buying this makeup kit because I want to learn to become a sissy slut!” Of course, none of that happened. She bagged up my items, I paid with cash, and then she smiled and wished me a pleasant day.
The kit itself was lousy. 2 things of fingernail polish (purple/light gold) 2 tubes of lipstick (red/blue...yuck) and a mascara pencil. Honestly though, I couldn’t be happier to finally have some make up I can try on and feel like a real sissy bitch. I went freestyle my first attempt and ended up looking like a drag queen with no depth perception. Videos on YouTube helped and so did good old fashioned trial and error. Now I just look like a dumb slut with cheap makeup… success.
I want to go more into detail about my self-sissification as well as other fun aspects I have been exploring. I tried spanking myself with great results (my ass still hurts) as well as a date I had with a lady earlier this month where I stole a pair of her dirty socks. The Pink Pages will continue as long as my mind stays warped and perfect J
I was greatly saddened to hear about the death of Leonard Nimoy. Mr. Spock was the shit and definitely one of the best characters ever created for television. Live Long and Prosper.
Anyway, I decided to do a little light training in order to increase my pallet strength. I remember seeing an old video were a slave male was tied to a chair then force fed random concoctions made from a pantry while being verbally humiliated and all that good stuff. Now I use to be that kid in the lunch room who would mix mashed potatoes and peanut butter into an ice cream cone, but I never thought of that being any form of potential submissive training. I haven’t gone so far as to create truly “fear factor” level food abominations, but I have been practicing little by little to increase my constitution.
The last time I did anything of the sort, I had saliva on the brain. I love seeing videos or photos were a woman is gagged and spit is just oozing around her lips and falling to the floor. I fantasize about being forced to ‘clean up’ all the excess spit that has coated the ground by licking it up as thoroughly as I can. In real life, spit, saliva, and loogies are possibly the most disgusting fucking things I can imagine. Whenever I see a guy hack up some lung butter, I very seriously want to vomit. However, by that same token, my mind is so warped around the thought of being dominated by a woman that seeing a woman spit can give me an erection.
While I know what I know, that fact remains that spit can still gross me the fuck out. So I made an endeavor to suppress such revulsions while also trying to incorporate food humiliation, and gagging myself, but in a good way. I started by placing a plain piece of rye bread into a doggy bowl. I had recently found a very large rubber band in my college classroom and made sure to squirrel it away, thinking I could find some use for it later, and that night I did. It was really simple actually. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, then took two pencils and pressed them against my tongue like slices of bread with my tongue being the meat. Then I wrapped the rubber band around the back of my head creating a support strap for my pencil gag. Now my tongue was being pushed out without my being able to retract it. I leaned myself over the dog bowl and waited for the saliva to start flowing. It was ages before I got as much as a drop. I figured I needed to ‘stimulate’ the saliva production process, but I had wished that I had a contingency plan for such an event. Sadly, as the ‘training process’ continued, I was unable to get the truly copious amount of spit on the bread in order to soggify and nasty it up.
With my tongue still vulnerable I tried other irritants that I felt would be good training to toughen up my slutty mouth. First were strong breath mints. They had a very light burn, but the minty aroma made my eyes water. I would suggest cinnamon next time. Then I tried hot sauce. It had more burn, and definitely more saliva, but still not painful enough. Finally I decided to end it by just chewing up a bunch of mints, swishing around some water, and spitting it all on the piece of bread. I then cuffed myself behind my back and dug in. I managed to finish it rather quickly, and the only way to describe it was “like eating a tooth paste sandwich.” I had tried similar things in the past, and have even just gone crazy by getting naked and crawling through a gauntlet of yogurt, peanut butter, and whatever else I could find that was messy and genuinely hard to clean up
On a side note. A few days after the pencil gag, I found my tongue was very sore. I wasn’t sure if this was from it being held in an uncomfortable position for so long, or the pencils themselves crushing against it. I didn’t mind the after pains, but I was surprised for how long afterwards I felt them. I do carnal aerobics, basically simple tongue exercise to help keep up your stamina while you’re going down on a chick. One of my favorites is just to write the alphabet with your tongue a couple times a day, and trust me, it will make a difference.
It has been a blessing to receive free Internet Explorer on my Xbox 360. Now I can watch porn videos on a big flat hi def screen, instead of my little computer screen, which is not bad by itself at all. But now that I have access to unlimited porn in my living room, things have been getting “weirder.”
So last night I had an idea to make like a rope thong thing. The first thing I did was put on my trusty Red Gimp mask that I love so much. After that, I tied a good, soft, but think piece of rope around my balls. Then I tied the other end in between the links of my hand cuffs (man I wish they were the fuzzy kind, then again the added sensation from the cold metal digging into your skin isn’t too bad either.) Then I synched the rope up so the length of rope between the knot around my balls and the handcuffs was pretty short and guaranteed to rub uncomfortably against my asshole. I had also made sure to do a thorough ‘scrubbing’ of the undercarriage beforehand. I had several ‘Sissy Hypno’ and ‘BBC Domination’ videos lined up on my cue and all I needed to do was lock my cuffs. With the added tension from the rope, it was more difficult to properly restrain myself. However, once I was linked up, the feel of the rope grinding in between my butt cheeks was amazing. I lowered myself onto my knees and immediately felt the tightness and friction against my asshole. I had to lean forward to give my arms enough slack to operate the controller and found that moving my arms even slightly only intensified the experience. I stayed there, on my knees, for close to 20minutes watching the videos and mentally obeying all the commands. Feeling even more humiliated and worthless then usual, my erection was immediate and lasting. I decided it was time to finish, but I still wanted to feel the rope against me while I came. I undid the handcuffs and found a leather belt and put the belt around my naked waist. I then hoisted the line up my butt crack and wrapped it around the back of my belt, then tied it tight. Now we were cooking with gas! Walking around, bending over, even dancing, felt restrictive and demeaning, in other words, perfect! After enjoying that for a little longer, I got back down on my knees and found a video with a white guy, tied face down on a bed, while a black shemale sits on his back. She then slides down his body, put here cock between his ass cheeks and started jacking off her dick like she was titty fucking a chick. I imagined that I was that guy, held down and used like that. The rope was still quite tight against my own ass and that only added to the experience. I busted as hard as a god damn cannon 2 seconds later. After the clean up, I put my toys away, and reflected upon the previous adventure. I plan on doing something similar whenever I get some free time, but when I do it then, I’m going to use a lot more rope!
