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    Flaunt the Imperfection

    As tiny penis white bois, we cannot help ourselves, nor are we inclined naturally to do so. Ever since we were little bois, we observed that we were different. All the other boys had real penises, while ours were merely tiny little pokey-outies. Despite the taunts of the boys, no shame was felt, at least not for me. With the encouragement of my father, I had wholly accepted that I was born a faggot, destined to a lifetime of service to boys and to men. I was different, because I was third-gender, not male, not, regrettably, female, but sissy, faggot, always to submit to the carnal desires and demands of those whom I had been fated to satisfy.

     

    The reality must be faced early in life. It will not change. Faggots are born, not made. Boys turn into men. Faggots remain faggots. When your penis is so small you can only grab onto it with the tips of your thumb and index finger; when you have to sit to pee, because your weewee is too small to aim properly; when no matter how long you stroke yourself, you cannot get fully hard; and if you manage to ejaculate at all, the cum flows out rather than squirts, like normal; it is essential that you admit the obvious. I never doubted it, as I confessed above. My mother, too, as much for the sake of my brothers as for me, affectionately declared me her ‘little faggot’, ‘Lopette’, faggot, in French, encouraging my brothers to adore me just as they might a little sister. As soon as one ceases to identify with real boys, real men, and begins to embrace wholeheartedly the prospect of uncompromising, unconstrained acquiescence and servility to boys and to men, life as a tiny penis faggot, a darling little sissy, recognising that in a vast surrender alone lies one’s only strength, then the life of third-gender wonder and fulfilment blossoms into the only conceivable reality.

     

    Pussybois first accept their natural urge to submit to real boys and men, to suck their cocks, to lick and to tongue their yummy buttholes, and to get fucked, with their fathers, their brothers, and their friends. The one with the smallest dick has to suck all the others, to be fucked by all the others. Of course, the one with the smallest dick is you. Fathers, daddies, are great, because they do not tease; they instruct you on how to be a better faggot, a better sissy. They know that you will never be a real man. There is no use pretending. Some may consider it tough love, to be urged to submit before that inclination becomes second nature, nearly involuntary. Soon enough, all faggots bow before cock, any cock, all cock. Though defiance is rare, where it is manifest, it must be either gently or firmly quelled. It is not unlike the breaking of a horse to ride. It need not and should not be rough, or cruel, but it must be firm, deliberate, consistent, and rewarded. The reward for every faggot is cum. The earlier you start fulfilling the purpose of your birth, the purpose of your existence, to satisfy the sexual perversities of men, the better. The more you suck cock and get fucked, the smaller and more permanently limp your already useless clittie becomes; the more able your fagcunt is to take all cocks without hesitation, the bigger, the better, or two together, or three.

     

    It is not surprising that little penis white bois are often shocked to discover that their biggest deficiencies as a quasi-male, a genetically un-male male, are their greatest strengths as a femmy little pussygurl. Black bulls love bois with micro-mini dickies that look like clits on girls, girls of that genetic gender; and real men love fucking sweet little bitches who, though they do not get hard, or squirt, spurt, or shoot off, they do ooze pre-cum, first, then real cum, within minutes after being penetrated.

     

    Fucking ever willing sissycunts, while those little clitties just wiggle happily along, gives real men a sense of power and potency – compounded by the absence of power and potency in third-gender sissy faggots – reinforcing their pride in being so masculine, with big dicks, real dicks, that drive sweet little pussybois to multiple simultaneous anal and clitoral orgasms, mostly internal, causing the little white bitches to whimper, simper, sigh, moan, scream, squeal, and cry out like the cock worshipping cockslut cumwhore faggots they were born to be, always in-heat, always hungry for cock and cum, always begging to be seeded, fed, and bred cock and cum.

     

    The more I want it, the more submissive I am; the more vulnerable I show myself to be, the more I confess my obsession for cock, my willingness to satisfy all it its needs and desires, however perverted or extreme; the more I beg for it, as dirty and nasty and toxic as it comes – poz cock, of course, all the more – the more dominant my black, brown, and white lovers become. It is sort of a yin-yang kind of thing, where my sissy femmy faggy servitude of male supremacy brings out the almost savage power of real men. It is the same in nature, where the most submissive female gets bred first and most often.

     

    Dom daddies love the feeling of dominion they get from shoving their big hard cocks into the well-fucked, gaping, cum-filled cunts, and the ever-ready mouthpussies, of their sacrificing, surrendering, supplicating fem-boi sissy faggot bitches.

     

     
      Posted on : Jan 19, 2023 | Comments (1)
     
    Foretold

    One is born a faggot, born a sissy, born a sissy faggot. It is a preordination, a destiny, a calling. On the windowpanes of eternity, beside the names of those born to be faggots, sissies, sissy faggots, those lifelong determinations are indelibly etched. In confusion, in denial, or under the coercion of another, one may temporarily disguise and conceal one’s true identity as a faggot, as a sissy, as a sissy faggot, but the truth will eventually be unveiled. Fate may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Third-gender faggots are a reality that cannot be ignored. It is better to be hated for what one is, than loved for what one is not. Once out in the open, publicly declaring one’s faggotry, one’s sissyhood, love is more prevalent than hate. Most gurls have always known they were not real men. Never interested in girls, unable to keep their eyes off the dicks of the boys who would become men, the men who sought only women, most true faggots simply surrender to their true natures. Sissies have the further encouragement of their small penises, obviously never meant to fuck anyone, merely the adornment of their third gender. Masturbation for sissies is always anal. It was that way for me from the very beginning. The desire to suck cock is a natural inclination for sissies as well. More than their mothers’ nipples when just babies, they prefer their fathers’ cocks. Their ass play both prepares for and stimulates the early eventuality and the hunger for cock – that most precious manifestation of their purposeful rôles in life, as harbours for cock, recipients of the erect sexual desire of men, receptacles of their seed, their semen, their cum. To me, as a proud, out, and open, lifelong sissy faggot, my tiny little clittie has always been cute. However pretty I may be regarded as being by the the men I suck, the men who fuck me, I believe that I am prettiest as a slut for cock, a whore for cum; prettiest with a cock in my mouth, a cock in my pussy.
     
      Posted on : Jan 19, 2023 | Comments (0)
     
    Destined


    My destiny as a sissy faggot was made apparent to me at the earliest of ages. Submitting to every man, in devotion to, in worship of, his cock and cum, I have never required either forced feminisation or involuntary obedience. A vast surrender is my only strength.

     

    Cock reverence is a frame of mind, a commitment, an acceptance of one’s destiny, and the fulfilment thereof. As a full-time, uncompromising, unconstrained cockwhore, cumslut sissy faggot, living to suck cock, to lick and to tongue yummy alpha male butthole, and to get fucked, my clittie of a dicklette is of assurance to real men of my destiny as a faggot, a token of decorative value only. Nothing has or will restrain the fullness of my commitment to, my adoration of the essence of man, of men, Cock and Cum, to seed me, to feed me, to breed me. My physical, mental, psychological, spiritual obligation and sacrifice to faggotry, to sissyhood, to sluttishness, to whoredom, is thorough and everlasting.

     

    I am a lifelong faggot. I have lived my life sucking cock and getting fucked, licking and sucking balls, licking and tonguing yummy shitty buttholes. With me, it is not a fantasy, not a fabrication of my imagination, not the pigment of my infatuation.  The ejaculations and the eliminations of men are all I really need to sustain me, to fulfil me, to make me happy. Servicing men is for me a devotion, a sanctity, a communion, a communication, the most sublime of intimacies. The nastiest, the dirtiest, the filthiest, to me, are all the most satisfying – slut to all men, whore to all men, on my knees before all cock, accepting of all cum, grateful to serve as Cock's faithful servant.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Feb 7, 2021 | Comments (0)
     
    Devotion


    God, Cock – my God

     

    I am going to own your cunt like this – I will claim it as Mine ’til your hole is reshaped to suit God'd Cock, ’til I have saturated every fissure of your insides with My Cum, penetrated your every internal tissue with My Seed, bred you as My bitch, My property. As you so willingly submit, as you have and do to all men – as reckless, as carefree, in their use of your sissy faggot pussy as I – filling your cunt with their anonymous or strange cum, I will enjoy the feel, the view, even the sound of your juicy, cummy cunt, oozing the overflow of their cum bathing their balls as they fuck you, as I fuck you, as I fuck you yet again, more of My Cum added to that of a multitude of strangers. You revel in the Cock of God, buried deep inside you. Your sloppy whore cunt easily accepts it all; so accustomed to fucking, it swallows My Cock rather than envelopes it. Such a faggot, your limp little sissyclit just flops up and down and all around, your tight little ball sack cutely contracted, not with cum of its own, but in submissive sissy behaviour, better for the pounding of your cunt. You push into My ramming Cock, slamming into you, as deep as I can get it. Your whole body screams acceptance, surrender. Your rapture further emboldens, empowers My dominance. It is as it should be – Top taking bottom. Bottom begging to be taken. Abuse is not necessary when use is but to be performed. I have the Cock you so adore, the Cock you worship, the Cock that alone is your obsession; all I have to do is to bring it home. And you are dirty, too. You like it nasty. Filth arouses you. That is as it should be, too. If God Cock wants to pee in your mouth, He will. You love it. However depraved, however perverted God Cock is, you are ready and oh so willing to oblige. You love licking and tonguing the yummy shitty butthole accompanying God's Cock. You even beg for God to shit in your mouth. The slut that are is pleasing to God. You are a whore to many men, I know. You call them gods, too. That is all good. Every sissy faggot should be so committed to his calling.

     

     

    Servant of God, Cock

     

    Thank you, God, Cock! Thank you for making me Yours – defiled as I am by many others as well, but desirable to You as such all the more. Thank You for taking away the burdens of choice, thought, and decision. All I want and need are Cock and Cum, and all else that You ejaculate, expectorate, eliminate. Fuck me as I am Your slave to fuck. Give me Your pee and Your shit as I am Your toilet to use. Thank You for making it simple, pleasing, and perfect – domination of a third-gender sissy faggot by a real Men with real Dicks. Your use of me as the object of Your sexual satisfaction and perversion – my holes, receptacles for Your Sperm, pee, spit, and shit; my whole body, Yours to defile as You wish – liberates me from every feeling of sentimental worth, every worry of imagined value. As is my destiny, my function, my duty, I service Your pleasure, I satisfy Your desire, I fulfil Your fantasies, however filthy. In my every thought and act, my worship of Your Godhead, Your Manhood is evident, ensured, manifest. As it has been all my life, I live for Cock, for Cum, and for all else of Men that both befouls me and nourishes me. Thank You for inspiring, for encouraging all other Men in making me a better slut, a better whore, a better faggot. Fill me with Your Cum, to mingle inside me with the Cum of so many other Men, all gods, as Cock is their God. Feed me with Your Cum and Your pee and Your shit, that with those blessings, too, as those from other Men, all realised in the image of Cock, sustain me. Thank You for being a God to me, a user, abuser, owner, and Master. Continue to come to me with Your Dick smelling and tasting of other cunts. No explanation is necessary where Your Cock has been. I like is best dirty, nasty, filthy, as venereal as Cock may possibly be. I am a whore. Treat me like one. Call me what I am. I am Yours when I am with You. I am Yours, too, when all I can do is think of You, want You, desire You, hunger for You. You own me. Use me like You own me. You will always find me worshiping, craving, adoring, pleasing…filthy. All faggots should be like I am, but only the best of us are.

     

     
      Posted on : Feb 7, 2021 | Comments (0)
     
    In service of Black men


    Let black men know that you feel they deserve plenty of white pussy, and that you will do your part to help make that happen for them. Begin doing your part by denying yourself pussy from that time forward. Tell all the white girls and women you know that because you know yourself to be inferior to all black men that you have decided to become a faggot; so that the black men can have even more of the white pussy they deserve. Tell all the white girls and women you know that you have begun sucking black cock, too, and practicing with big dildos and buttplugs to get your asspussy, your fagcunt ready for their big cocks. Assure them that there are enough black men, enough black cock for both white girls and women, and white faggots.

     

    Do your best to get as many previously un-blacked white girls and women their first black dicks. The more, the better, of course, as long as they are of age. All married white women are great, but the best are the ones who have been on birth control with their husbands, but who are willing to go off birth control for black men, because they cannot wait to get knocked up by black cock, and have mixed babies with their black bulls. It goes without saying that all fucking will be bareback. Black sperm is precious, and must be allowed to seed and to breed as many white girls and women as possible. When you bring previously un-blacked white girls and women to black men for their first black fucks, present them as white sluts and whores who need to be broken in to big black cock. Express your appreciation to the black men, and let them know that you, too, are preparing yourself to be a sex and toilet slave for black men, that because you know that you are not man enough to compete with them, that you are inferior to them, you have begun taking feminisation hormones, and will be happy to suck their cocks clean after they fuck the white girls and women, or eat their cum out of pussies and buttholes of those girls and women. Assure them that you are also open to all black cock, for cum feeding, and cum dumping.

     

    If you are married, then, of course, it is imperative that you invite all black men to fuck your white wife, to cum inside her, to seed her, and to breed her. If the black men want you to watch them fuck your wife, you will watch. If they want her all to themselves, that is fine, too. If they want you to lick and to tongue their yummy buttholes while they fuck your wife, you will do that. If they want to pee or to shit in your mouth either in front of your wife, or at another time, you will happily agree to let them do that. You should encourage them to treat your wife like a slut and a whore, encourage them to call her filthy names. Of course, you should be expected to be treated like a slut and a whore, too. If your wife is not that young and that pretty, you may have to pay black men to fuck her, to cum in her, to get her pregnant. Whatever it costs, you must pay it. It is of utmost importance that your white wife, and you, totally submit to black men, to their superior cocks, to their superior cum, to their superior genes.

     

    Assure all black men that you are willing and available to clean up after all their sex with white girls and women. You will not touch those white girls and women except to eat black cum out of their pussies and asses, to lick it off of their bodies, and to share it with them mouth to mouth. You will also suck clean all their cum-sloppy cocks, and offer your mouthpussy and your now-gaping asspussy for you to suck them ’til they cum in your mouth, or to let them satisfy themselves again in your fagcunt. As you have surrendered all access to white girls and women to superior black men, and now you are transforming yourself into a sissy faggot, you are further honouring black men for their undeniable status as the best of all men.

     

    When you see black men with white women, congratulate them both. Black men must dominate all white women. White women should only get fucked by black men. Black men are the centres of the universe; their cocks and cum, the objects worship. All white girls and women belong to their hives; they serve their black masters sexually, and in every other way. White men are the drones. They, too, serve their black masters, but not as men, really, as faggots, as sissy faggots, as those the black men fuck whenever they just want to fuck, without impregnation. The nastier the faggot, the better. The dirtier the faggot, the better. The filthier the faggot, the better. Some black men might not want to befoul the nests of their bitches, but can feel free to befoul anything they want of their faggots.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Oct 19, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    I want to be a housewife


    I want to wake up at 5:30 and wash the sleep, cum, pee, and shit off my face, excited about the day to come.

     

    I want to lay out your clothes, make you a cup of coffee and a nice hot breakfast. Before I bring that breakfast to you in bed, I want to drink your morning pee; so that you can relax while you eat. As you eat your breakfast, I want to crawl under the sheets, and suck your cock, and lick your balls, until you cum in my mouth. I want to feel your cum down my throat, then down in my stomach with your warm pee, and all of that remains there from the day before. As you are showering, I want to make you a special lunch. As I prepare that lunch, I want you to sneak up on me – though I will always be hoping for it, expecting it – bend me over, shove your cock in my sissycunt, and fuck me madly – then cum deep inside me.

     

    Because I want you to be empty of all burdens before you start your day, I want both your ejaculations and your eliminations. To break my fast, as I have been saving my morning stomach for you, I urge you to shit in my mouth. The morning shit is the fullest, the most satisfying. You will feel better all day knowing that your housewife has taken care of you, that she has been fed, seeded, and bred with all of your shit, your pee, your cum. After I have eaten your shit, I will lick and tongue your yummy shitty butthole clean. Then I will send you off to work with your lunch and a filthy kiss.

     

    To the non-stop accompaniment of gay and shemale porn, I want to spend the day making sure the house is perfectly tidy for you, in case you choose to bring your friends and colleagues home to fuck me. As prelude to that, though, I must do my morning pee and shit. I always douche with the pee, and eat the shit. I will then begin to plan your dinner, and spend hours making it. The evening meal will, of course, determine the capacity, the texture, and the flavour of your morning shit, which will in turn determine the quality of my morning shit. Am I being selfish here? Probably. Your dinner will be ready soon after you get home. Before that, though, I will meet you at the door, to suck your cock, to get fucked. After a long day at work, you will need that relief. As is often the case, I will taste another cunt or butthole on your cock. I love it when you fuck other women, other men.

     

    As you relax in front of the wide screen, watching the porn I have queued up for you, and casually telling me about your day of work, and of your extra-curricular sucking and fucking, your dinner on the tray at your lap, I will be on my knees eager to punctuate that dinner with my mouth on your cock, or taking it from behind for that quick fuck between courses. I want to be a cocksleeve for you while you unwind. I want you to cum in my mouth again, to fuck me again; then to leave, again, to go out to the porn arcade, to the gloryholes, to the porn theatre or cinema, or simply out to meet regulars or strangers at their homes or in dark allies, to suck and to fuck.

     

     While you are gone, I want first to wash your dishes, the porn still playing – playing always, hypnotising me into total constant submission. Whenever you return, alone, or with others, I will be ready for you, to take your well-used cock, in my moth and in my cunt, and to take the cocks of all those you bring home. If you bring women home, sluts and whores, I will eat your cum from their pussies and their buttholes after you fuck them.

     

    When we finally get to bed to sleep, I hope there will be a cock inside me, either yours or someone else's. As we drift into sleep, having been used as a cumdump and a toilet by all, cuddling, still full of cum, pee, spit, and shit, I will dream of continuing my perfect life in the morning, and the day after that, and the day after that.

     

    I am so happy to be your housewife.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Sep 10, 2020 | Comments (2)
     
    To yet another stranger


    Thank you for getting back with me so straightforwardly. 

     

    As a lifelong faggot, sucking cock, getting fucked, and rimming butthole, as you can tell from my photos, my dick is very small and too limp to fuck anyone. I still cum, and like to be sucked, but that is rarely offered. That being the case, I imagine that I will be caring for your sexual needs and desires for the most part, and in giving me your cock and your cum, you will be taking care of mine.

     

    I love to kiss, to hold another man closely, our bodies pressed together, our dicks and balls mashed together. I want your dick in my mouth or fucking me. I will swallow your cum, off course, and if you insist on using a condom to fuck me, when you are done, I will immediately drain its contents into my mouth, and such it clean. I regard cum with spiritual reverence. It seeds me, it feeds me, it breeds me.

     

    Licking and tonguing your butthole will be a special treat for me. I regard it as an essential element in servicing a man, along with the sucking, licking, and mouthing of the balls. You will find, should we get together, in fact, that I am most aroused when I am caring for your butthole. It really gives me immense pleasure. Should I be so fortunate, please, do not worry about cleaning yourself down there. I particularly like the smell and flavour of real manbutt. I like it dirty, nasty, filthy. Take that as far as you want to, you will not take it too far. Lest you fail to understand fully, I love pee as shit as much as I love cum. The three together are as an Ayurvedic triad of essential sustenance for me.  

     

    As I mentioned above, usually, I am the one who does all the sucking, the one who gets fucked. You are welcome, though, if you find my small, limp faggyclit cute and desirable, to suck it at will. For those who have had the patience in the past, I have been told that my cum is sweet and fragrant.

     

    For the time being, I cannot host. That may change in the future, at least temporarily. Meanwhile, the private number I will provide you with here may be used for explicit texts, always, and as initiation and arrangement for chats. This is not my primary number, but one dedicated to communication with sexual prospects and regulars. I carry the phone with me at all times, but I am able to respond to messages only intermittently throughout the day. Rest assured, I will always respond; it just may take me a few hours. You may send photos, too, if you would like. In exchange, until we actually meet, I will consider it my pleasure and my duty to conduct an explicit sexual relationship with you via the phone. When we begin to meet, regularly or otherwise, that virtual relationship may become simply logistical.

     

    I greatly look forward to becoming better acquainted as I demonstrate my devotion to your sexual gratification. 

     

    With cock and cum-flavoured kisses,

     

    Lopette Sodomina Salote

     
     
     
      Posted on : Sep 5, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Le pipi et la merde


    Ceux d'entre nous assez évolués, assez éclairés, assez privilégiés pour boire du pipi et manger de la merde sont dotés par le destin de la profondeur et de l'ampleur de l'esprit, de la capacité d'imagination, et du désir de la plénitude de la vie sans entrave, nous donnant l'appétit pour ce que certains jugent impur et répugnant, mais que nous soutenons comme une nourriture, une nutrition et une indulgence divinement accordées. Tout ce qui concerne pipi et merde me rend heureux. Je n'utilise jamais mes toilettes. Je n'utilise jamais de papier toilette.  Au lieu de cela, je fais pipi et chier partout dans mon appartement, souvent sur la table de ma salle à manger, ou dans mon assiette à côté de mes autres aliments, ou sur mon bureau à côté de mon ordinateur, ou sur mon oreiller sur mon lit. J'aime chier dans mon pantalon pendant que je conduis, et j'aime chier dans mon pantalon lorsque je fais des courses, que je fais du shopping ou que je suis en promenade. J'aime aussi répandre de la merde sur tout mon corps, mon visage, ma tête. Quand le temps ne permet pas ce plaisir, je mange juste ma merde directement de mon connard. Je suis un pédé de longue date; alors, bien sûr, j'ai aussi hâte de manger la merde des hommes qui me baisent. Bien que je n'ai jamais été sexuellement attiré par les filles ou les femmes, j'aime manger leurs chattes remplies de sperme ou menstruées, boire leur pipi et manger leur merde. Même le son du mot «merde» m'excite. La merde - plus que toute autre chose - me fait me sentir et paraître beaucoup mieux que je ne le ferais sans ça.

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 22, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    To be quite clear…


    Sissy faggots are just like girls, but with only two holes to fuck.

     

    I am a faggot, a sissy. I have never had any interest in girls or women sexually. I have always been a cocksucking, asslicking, spermdump, cockwhore cumslut sissy faggot for all men, all cocks. My girl galleries are merely the fantasies of a sissy faggot so un-male I am nearly female. Girls have cunts and buttholes. Sissy faggots have asspussies, boipussies, fagcunts – their pussies and their buttholes in one hole.

     

    All of these images of girls are all about sluts, whores, girls taking cock every way they can get it. Girls sucking cock. Girls getting fucked. Girls lavishing in cum. Girls eating ass. Girls just being sluts, just being whores, just because that is what they feel like being, because they like being the sex toys of men, because they like being slaves to the sexual depravity, the sexual perversion of men.

     

    That is precisely what all faggots, all sissies, are all about. The only difference with us is that all faggots were born to serve men. We are a third gender, not completely girls, and definitely not men, born to have our asspussies and our mouthpussies filled with cock, filled with cum, all day, every day, all the days of our lives.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 12, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Reminder to all my followers


    My additions to my Pink Collections have nothing to do with pussy, except that I wish I had one. I have never had even the slightest, the most remote interest in girls or women sexually. I am a lifelong sissy faggot. I have always liked boys. I have always loved cock. I have always loved all things girlie, cute, flowery, lacy, delicate, pink. In my soul, in all of my insides, I am a girl. Psychologically, mentally, sensually, spiritually, I am a girl. It is natural for me to prefer very feminine things.

     

    My love of cock is the love that a girl has for cock. Not a nice girl, to be sure, but a nymph, a slut, a whore, a filthy little bitch of a girl who spreads her legs for every boy, every man. Most of the time, when I am not sucking cock or getting fucked, I am looking for cock on my own, on the internet, at gay sex clubs and porn arcades, in cinemas, in public restrooms, at truck stops, and everywhere else. I have several pimps, too, and sometimes I get together with other sissy faggots and female prostitutes to share men.

     

    I do not like guy things, not at all, I never have. I played with dolls, not trucks. I have always painted my nails and worn lipstick at least. I love men’s bodies. I love their cocks, their yummy buttholes. I love the smell of men, though I always smell flowery like a woman. I love that combination on men of sweat and cum and pee. The deep musky, shitty smell in the butt cracks and buttholes of men is an aphrodisiac to me.

     

    I douche only once a day, in the morning, with the pee of the men who fuck me. I suck cock all day, lick and tongue butthole all day, and get fucked all day. To keep the mixed cum of all those men inside me, I use a big metal buttplug. I take it out to get fucked, then put is back in. I want all that cum to penetrate into my tissues, into my blood. I want to be seeded, to be bred. I worship cock, not as a gay man, but as a sissy faggot whore bitch.

     

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 12, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Be bold, be brilliant


    A collar at the gloryholes would likely go unnoticed. The universal expectation is the placement and tapping to two fingers on the bottom lip of the gloryhole. Leave your fingers there until a cock comes through. In my high girl's voice, I also gently urge the man next door to grant me the pleasure of his cock. I  tell him that I am a faggot, that I live to suck cock, to swallow cum, to lick and to tongue yummy buttholes, and to get fucked. I invite him to come into my booth, where I can better serve him – lick and suck his balls, lick and tongue his butthole, let him fuck me. If his cock is out, I compliment it. I tell him how much I want it, how much I need it. I have never been ignored when I have been so persuasive. Even the most shy of men will venture forth when coaxed by a sincere cockwhore, cumslut faggot.

     

    At the rest area, if no one is in the restroom or hanging out outside, you need to go from tractor to tractor, truck to truck. If a man is alone, i.e., not with a woman, it is fair to ask if you can suck his dick. Be clear – there are no strings attached. You just want to suck his cock, and you would appreciate him cumming in your mouth. Make sure you offer to be fucked as well. I always add that it is not necessary to use a condom, and that I would prefer it if he didn't. If, though, he insists on a condom, assure him that you will empty its contents into your mouth when he is done, and suck it clean, inside and out, right in front of him.

     

    Be direct – 'Why beat off when I can take care of you? I am a faggot, a total whore for cock, a slut for cum. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want your cock and your cum more than anything else. I love strange cock. I love licking strange butthole, too. Use me to fulfil all of your sexual needs right now. If you want to get really nasty, we can do that, too. I would love to lick your sweaty, shitty butthole. You can pee in my mouth. Please, Sir, please give me your cock.'

     

    Remember that after you finish with one man, you must go on to the next, and the next, and the next. Let the man you just finished see you approach the next man. If you are the faggot you claim to be, then you must behave like one. Men like to see faggots be faggots. Just watching you come on to other men will ensure that you will be invited back. You must be believable. Be as you appear. Appear as you are. A devoted faggot. An unrestrained faggot. An insatiable faggot.

     

    Don't use lipstick. Most men are afraid that the telltale signs of lipstick will get back to their wives.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 4, 2020 | Comments (1)
     
    Understood


    He didn't ask if he could.

    The faggot didn't ask if he would.

    If the faggot is being fucked,

    if the faggot is being seeded,

    fed, and bred, poz or neg,

    no questions asked, naturally,

    it's just understood.

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 1, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Epiphany


    You can almost feel the delusions of masculinity draining away with each thrust.

     

    In all probability, you have not felt like a man for a long, long time.

     

    Years of wearing stockings and high heels, panties, bras, skirts , and makeup have progressively diminished any residual notion of manhood.

     

    Until now, you have wondered at the permanence of this transfiguration ; perhaps, one day, things will go back to the way they were when you were a not so regular male.

     

    Emasculation, though, is a one-way journey. There is no turning back as you become more and more immersed in effeminacy.

     

    Most sissies do not really comprehend it all until they find themselves at the point of no-return.

     

    As you lie there, facedown, sissycunt raised and begging to be fucked, dressed in the stilettos and stockings and girlie things, to all of which you have now surrendered your entire life, the temporary pain of sodomy long forgotten,  all that remains is the sublime realisation that you are now exactly as you have always wanted to be. You are a whore for cock, a slut for cum. All masculinity has perished forever. Gone.

     

    You are a sissy faggot!

     

    How could a fetish evolve to the point of transformation?

     

    It has all been worth it. Now you know that you were born to suck cock, to get fucked. Nothing else matters. Nothing else ever did matter. 

     

    There is nothing weak, degrading, pathetic, or humiliating about any this. You cannot deny your destiny. Sure, you must continue to submit to a life of service in the fulfillment of all the sexual desires and perversions of men. Yes, you must learn to live for their every ejaculation, their every elimination. You are a spermdump, existing to be seeded, fed, and bred by cum. You are also a toilet, to be peed on and in, to be shit on and in.

     

    All of this is precisely as you imagined, as you wanted, as you dreamt of. Nothing could be more perfect. Nothing will every be more perfect. all you will ever need from this moment forward is more cock, more cum, more pee, more shit.

     

    As you feel his hot cum filling you up inside, rejoice. Though destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on, despite and still, you have ended up blissfully grateful for every past disappointment that brought you here. You were never a real man. You never could compare. Now you know the truth. You were always meant to be a third-gender sissy faggot.

     

    The point of no return is now behind you. Your long evolutionary process of emasculation, over which you never had any control, anyway, has delivered you to this familiar place, cunt in the air, stuffed with more cum, anxious for even more.

     

    Epiphany!

     

    Girlie-boy! Sissy! Fag! Forever!

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 1, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Unconditional


    That is the best moment of all, when the cock of another stranger is buried deep inside my fagcunt, and I can feel every spurt, thrust, and drip of cum splashing against my inner essence, seeding me, breeding me.  With every fuck, I know that I have fulfilled my sole purpose in life. With another man cumming inside me, my worth is confirmed, but only then.

     

    For some, that may be perceived as a problem, as a lacking, a dearth of self-determination, self-confidence. For me, as every load is pounded and rammed ever more deeply into my cunt, the comfort of the realisation of my destiny assures me that the cum in me defines me, that I may be as I appear, appear as I am – a cockwhore, cumslut, fucktoy begging for another man to fill me up, to make me his personal receptacle of every ejaculation and elimination.

     

    I know this will never change. It have been my life since the beginning, since my father's early grooming, since his first full insertion into me at age seven; since my mother's subsequent use of me as her accomplice in seducing the many men who fucked her, and then fucked me. This has always been my life – passing from one fat, cum-stuffed cock to the next hard, inseminating dick. Regardless of how many cocks I have had, how much cum, I have always felt empty, always felt needy for more; never worth anything unless I am being used as the filthy bitchcunt I was born to be.

     

    That is why I breathe now, every breath affirming my calling; why I dress like a slut and behave like a whore, flashing my fagclit, my fagcunt at every man I see. When I am sucking cock, licking and tonguing yummy shitty butthole, getting fucked, cum and pee and shit my sustenance, then I am cultivated anew with every encounter into an ever more perfected something, someone, in form and function, two holes only, for fucking, sewer-mouth, filth-idol, fuckmeat, as fate ordained me be.

     

    As new, fresh cum squirts out of yet another cock, claiming me as his, again and again and again, I smile to myself, so very fortunate, so very grateful that in my worship of men, of cock, of cum, their happiness and mine are so abundantly consummated.

     

    Thank you, Daddy.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 1, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Better than chocolate


    In a world socially, societally, politically, religiously, and environmentally toxic, where governments subsidise the interests of big business, pharmaceuticals, agricultural, and religion, manufacturing drugs that prolong and promote illness, producing foods that flatter taste but feed not, strangling creative impulse with moral inhibitions, deliberately, deceitfully poisoning the public, coprophilia seems a logical, sensible, and alluring alternative, or defiantly prophylactic accompaniment.

     

    Those of us evolved enough, enlightened enough, privileged enough to drink pee and to eat shit are especially endowed by Destiny with the depth and breadth of spirit, the capacity of imagination, the thirst and hunger for life’s unrestrained fullness, to grant us the appetite for that which some deem unclean and repulsive, but which we uphold as divinely bestowed sustenance, nutrition, indulgence. I love to drink pee and to eat shit. To me, they are the richest of foods, nourishing and nurturing to all that I am. Everything about pee and shit makes me happy.

     

    I never use my toilet. I never use toilet paper. Instead, I pee and shit all over my apartment, often on my dining room table, or on my plate next to my other food, or on my desk next to my computer, or on or next to my pillow on my bed. I like to shit while I am driving, or just walking around doing other things. I like to smear shit all over me, too. When time does not allow that pleasure, I just eat my shit straight from my asspussy. I am a lifelong faggot; so I also welcome the shit of the men who fuck me. Though I have never been sexually attracted to girls or women, I enjoy eating their cum-filled or menstruating pussies, drinking their pee, and eating their shit. Even the sound of the word 'shit' gets me excited. Shit – more than anything else – makes me feel and look vastly better than I would without it.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Aug 1, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress – VI


    Fem, first, or faggot? It is impossible to determine which came first – my love of all things pink and girlie, my feeling that I was a girl inside and out – except for my little sissyclit instead of a vagina – or my love of cock, of sucking cock, of getting fucked, of being a boi, then a bitch, to be used by boys and men, a cum dump, to be seeded and bred by any and every cock, just like I was a girl. I never went through any other phase. I never felt like a boy. I was never sexually attracted to girls. Always, always, always, I have been a sissy faggot. After years of preparation, I was seven when my father fucked me – full penetration – for the first time. I had been begging for it, the fulfilment of my destiny. Though I never doubted it, I knew for sure then that I would forever pursue cock, forever submit to cock, forever accept every cock either offered or forced upon me. My father encouraged me to venture out into the neighbourhood in search of cock. I did. I never stopped.

     

    For years now, I have been on phytoestrogen and other feminisation hormones. My ass is well rounded, my sissytitties are roundie and pokey, and very, very sensitive, and my sissycliitty has shrunk really to the size of a plump little clit. I have never stopped sucking cock and getting fucked. My sissycunt permanently gapes, welcoming all cocks. I have always loved licking and tonguing yummy buttholes, too. I especially love them well-fucked, or ripe with man smells, or both. I never went from nice to naughty. I have always been naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy. My body is smooth naturally. I shave my cuntcrack, my tight little balls, and the base of my sissyclit every couple of days. I still colour my nails, wear makeup, and expose my clit and cunt, but I seldom go out in full drag. I am a cockwhore, a cumslut, a sissy faggot. I dress like that, like a whore, a slut, a sissy. I have never hidden who and what I am. I am so very proud to be the filthy little faggot I am.

     

    Decades ago, I studied Soviet Theatre and Drama at Leningrad State University. I already spoke Russian then. Shortly afterwards, I went to China, and then to francophone West and Central West Africa. I speak both Chinese and French, and several Bantu languages from Central West Africa. I am now back in Asia, in the Philippines. While I was in Russia, I had very long hair. I was pretty, in a very feminine way. My voice has always been high. I sing counter tenor. During the day, I was an effeminate student, alluring, even mesmerizing; at night, I was a slut, a whore. I did not hide my sexuality. I sucked countless Russian cocks; countless Russian men fucked me. As a student of literature, poetry, art, and theatre, intelligent, multi-lingual, multi-cultural, many men of sophistication treated me like the woman I wanted to be. Little did they know that I was also sucking and getting fucked by every common worker who would have me. Everything was, of course, concealed. It is unfortunate. Had these men been able to reveal their true passions, they would have been much happier, then and still, and I would have spent much longer in Russia than I did.

     

    I so very much look forward to this episode with you, my Mistress. I am now your sissy. I am now your slave. In the days, months, and years to come, you will fully realize the wisdom of your choice in granting me your tutelage in the perfection of my fate. Today, my Goddess, already, I worship and adore you. Let us see what tomorrow will bring. May I love you, too, as a slave loves her Mistress?

     
     
     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress V


    In anticipation of Your every command, or anytime Your breast is out, Your pussy or Your ass exposed, I will drop to my knees, and, bowing, either in preparation for Your directions, or with open slutty sissy mouthpussy, my tongue hungrily sticking out, gazing devotedly at Your magnificence. I will remain there until You either require me act upon my feet; until You bid my lips and tongue engage at nipples, clit, pussy, or butthole; until You motion me to turn around, so that You can fuck my sissycunt with dildo or strapped-on cock; or until You demand me on my back, to receive with glee and gratitude Your body's eliminated blessings. No wish unmet but with worshipful adoration; caring, attending, even when desires are yet unspoken; Your smile of satisfaction, a gift sublime.

     

    Whether in Your presence, or more distantly reverent, however conveyed, Your  orders obeyed. Speak with Your mind, Your heart, Your desire alone, or write, and, ever heedful, ever vigilant, I will feel You, I will hear You, and will comply. In Your entirety, You are my Goddess, my Mistress, my Sainte, my Magdalen, my Muse. Should any part or portion or facet or aspect of Your beloved being require my caress, my submission, my exaltation, I will so gratify. My worship is thorough, unequivocal, unfailing. No matter the time or place, in waking and in sleep, even in absence, Your presence will prevail. With all my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul, I am Your slave, Yours to own, to use, to pamper, to abuse. Command me, my Mistress. I am ready. I am eager. I am desperate.

     

    With this tribute, rendered without reservation, I surrender for evermore all that I was, I am, and will be, into the servitude, the bondage, the thralldom of You alone, my Divinity, to all You are and will be.

     

    With this tribute, rendered without reservation, I surrender for evermore all that I was, I am, and will be, into the servitude, the bondage, the thralldom of You alone, my Divinity, to all You are and will be.

     

    With this tribute, rendered without reservation, I surrender for evermore all that I was, I am, and will be, into the servitude, the bondage, the thralldom of You alone, my Divinity, to all You are and will be.

     

    My vow.

     

     


     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress IV


    Any utterance three times reported becomes a vow.

     

    I belong to you. You possess, command, and direct every facet of my being. With my every instinct, thought, and feeling, your worship, your service, your pleasure will be my only motivation. As a mantra, I will repeat to myself my oath of devotion to you as if it were my breath –

     

    'Mistress dear, I cherish you, I revere you, I serve you. Prostrate before you, I am your slave.' 

     

    'Mistress dear, I cherish you, I revere you, I serve you. Prostrate before you, I am your slave.'

     

    'Mistress dear, I cherish you, I revere you, I serve you. Prostrate before you, I am your slave.' 

     

    With all my heart and life, I thank you for granting me the privilege of your ownership, your thralldom. Please, my Goddess, my Worship, my Mistress, my Muse, rest assured that I am with you always, even when not near. Summon me, and I will hear. With this promise, never to be forsworn, I am yours and yours alone.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress III


    Yes, Mistress, without compromise, without complaint, without hesitation, I agree that Your needs must always come first. However capricious Your moods, however extreme Your treatment, however perverted or wayward Your demands, I will unfailingly serve You with gratitude, with tenderness, with devotion.  To obey You in the satisfaction of Your desires, needs, and wants, will be my greatest joy. A joy that I will be expressed to You with an even fuller anticipation of Your cravings, Your requirements, Your appetites and Your lusts.

     

    Yes, please, Mistress, collar me, leash me, cage me, plug me. I am a quick learner, and will be a responsive, submissive slave. The strictness of Your discipline will be matched by the thoroughness of my adaptation to and accommodation of Your requirements. Of course, my worthiness of Your supreme authority must be proven by me. I will expect no lenience in this regard.  Your affection, however minimally or abundantly it may be manifest, will be mine alone to earn. As Your slave, the boundlessness of my servility to You will not guarantee me anything that You do not deem me deserving of receipt. 

     

    The duration of my servitude to You will be yours to determine. As I will undoubtedly grow to love You  more and more each day – as a slave loves her or his master or mistress – I would hope that You would never dismiss me from Your service. Born to please you, as destiny now confirms, I will do all within my capability, every moment of every day, to demonstrate to You an allegiance more steadfast than moon and sun. No insistence You might make of me would ever cause me to leave. That will be your liberty alone; my deepest regret.

     

    Finally, again you mention kinky. Again, as Your slave, use me as You wish. There is nothing I will not do in the consummation of Your pleasure, Your delight, Your whim. I am a dirty, nasty, filthy slut and whore. Please, my Goddess, let me be Yours alone to worship.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress – II


    I will worship You, not from a distance, but closely, personally. If You would please You, I will feed You, either hand to mouth, or mouth to mouth. When You wish for me to eat, if you desire, You may spit into my mouth from Yours that which You want for me to swallow. I will eat from Your pussy or from Your lovely butthole. You will never again need to sit on a cold, hard toilet, but may pee and shit directly into my mouth. Never again will toilet paper of bidet be necessary; I will lick and tongue Your pussy and Your butthole clean. Even at night, should You feel the need to pee or to shit, Your summons to Your bedside will find me there immediately to drink Your pee, to eat Your shit.

     

    Daily, I walk the line between genius and insanity, both extremes of my obsession. I am conversant in many languages, and have spent nearly my entire life away from native Wales, exploring the wonders and the mysteries of the world. While I care for Your body and its needs, desires, and wants, however perverse or extreme, I will also care for the demands, longings, and fancies of Your mind. In every realm of Your venerable existence – physical, sensual, mental, psychological, spiritual – cherishing every moment with You, and even those intervals between moments, I will lavish You with affection, with adoration, with unfaltering idolisation.

     

    Throughout my life, I have been a diviner of fortune. I read palms, hands, faces, cards, Tarot, numbers, lives. Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Privileged to be in Your service – assured of the fated legitimacy of that calling – for the portion of forever granted me by destiny, by You, I will remain Your devoted poet, sage, and seer.

     

     Yes, I so yearn to be Your pet, Your companion; my hands, lips, tongue, body, mind, spirit, will, unconditionally at Your beckoning, at Your command. Should You favour cats, or dogs, or horses, or any other animal, or combination of animals, or birds, or reptiles, or wish to invent through me Your own, I will comply and obey. Astrologically, I am a Water Snake, born under an Aquarian sun, Scorpio rising, with Moon, Venus, and Mars in  Aries. I was born to a life of servitude, and now, having at last been blessed with such a laudable matron and mistress, I unhesitatingly, eagerly, though deferentially surrender to all that you may be or become to me.

     

    Please, dear Goddess, if I may hazard such boldness, though I will endeavour to anticipate and to satisfy all of Your needs, there may be those needs for which You may require additional succour. You are my Sainte, my Goddess, my Magdalen, my Muse. I am but your servant, your slave. With all the resources of intelligence and experience, I will not leave any stone unturned in striving to fulfil Your desires. The decision to call upon, to rely upon others as well, either supplementarily, or in combination with my fawning, will be, needless to convey, entirely at Your discretion. In other words, I have no delusions – labour though I may to ensure the realisation of even the fondest of Your imaginings – that occasionally, at least, and perhaps frequently, perhaps even always, You will demand polygamous service. A Goddess, to be sure, Your needs must be profuse and diverse.

     

    Organisation and attention to detail are amongst my many profound strengths. As such, I am most qualified to attend to all of the details of Your person and Your life. Though trust is said to take years to develop, I would suggest that trust is founded in an instant, and confirmed through a lifetime. To the extent that You accept me as your servant, slave, companion, guardian, bard, and magus, I give myself to You with the wholeness, the fullest integrity of my being. To the extent that I am granted worship of You, I commit to that extolment. There are only mediocrity and obsession, and I know only obsession. In the entirety of my submission to You, You be assured of the soundness of Your trust in me.

     

    In service to you, I will be happy. That will be my reward. The stroke, the petting, I will seek will come in Your happiness, in the fulfilment of Your desires. With all my heart, I desire to be by Your side, in collar and leash, abandoning all self-will to Your supreme command. The bond of mistress and slave, master and slave, is perhaps life's most precious coupling. Should You take me as Your slave, even and especially, precisely, in my relationship with You as sole ruler of my fortune, You proclaim, as I, that I have some blood that is Yours but that You have never known, You have some blood that is mine but that I have never known. My blood is Yours in servitude; Your blood, mine, as You wish to avail me of it. If You are still menstruating, I beseech You bestow to me that nurture.

     

    I give You all of me, without reservation. Grant me, please, I beg, again, all that has traversed Your Holy Self – Your every bodily fluid and excrement – Your honest words of revilement or acknowledgement of pleasure felt – and all else You feel best in giving, however may be regarded its considered worth.

     

    Would that the beginning of my servitude to You deny all that came before it. Would that I could declare to You and to the world, I am Yours and and only Yours, I am hers and only hers, in worship and in service; and all that was before is now forgotten.

     

    Regarding kinky, there is nothing that I will not do for You. Rest content, much that many others would deem impossible, I have already tried and loved. A vast surrender is my only strength.

     

    My beloved Goddess, my only worship, my only mistress, my breath, my blood, my purpose, naked before the vision of You, my forehead on the ground before Your feet, may I be Yours in bondage unrestrained?

     

    I await Your gracious resolution.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Mistress – I


    With all genuine and due respect, may I presume Your pleasure to be Your prime concern? If so, pain inflicted on me, but not enjoyed by me, will be the fulfilment of Your sadistic desire alone. I am a third-gender faggot. Despite and still, my world is matri-central. My limp clittie of a dicklette has never fucked anyone. Blessed, or cursed, though, with the confirmed psychological inability to entertain the notion and the emotion of fear, pain is not accompanied by fear. My awe of You will be real, sensual, live, living, thriving; and expression of my devotion, my adorations my worship of You as a woman, as a mistress, as a goddess.

     

    Much of my life, I believed life to be a continual romance with pain; pain, not self-inflicted, but granted in response to obsession, my only governing principle. After years of preparation, my father fucked me for the first time, full insertion, on my seventh birthday. I had been begging for it. In preparation for that event, fascination with my boycunt came very early, and with it delight in my own eliminations, pee and shit. That allure has captivated me all of my life, to the extent that, now, the consumption of pee and shit is perhaps my greatest passion, my most sublime joy.

     

    I have shared all of this with You in response to Your 'preclaimed', proclaimed intent to abuse. Abuse, though, when welcomed, can hardly be termed abuse. I cannot be humiliated. I cannot be shamed. In my intelligence superior to most men, I have deemed total submission to You as divinely inspired, divinely ordained. A vast surrender is my only strength, a strength in which You, too, may only benefit. As Your sex and toilet slave, I will gladly receive whatever You offer – yes, offer, for it will not, never, be deemed punishment – the dirtier, the nastier, the more filthy, the better.

     

    Use of my holes by You as you wish will be gratuitously accepted, perceived as gifts from my Goddess-Mistress-Muse. Whatever the exploitation of my fagcunt – with strap-ons, over-large dildos, and fists – my pleasure. The frosting on any cake You bake, though, will be Your pee, Your spit, Your shit, Your menstrual fluid, and, of course, any 'clean-up' following any vaginal or anal inseminations Your enjoy. A slave, at Your command, I will care for Your every need. I come to You well-practiced. My motivation will be Your service unfaltering, unrivaled, where service exceeds expectations. My reward will be Your pleasure.

     

    I have long imagined a relationship of servitude wherein I might honour the apotheosisation of aberration. In pursuit of that ineluctable fate, abuse me with the disabuse of your every expectoration, Your every elimination. Aside from all else that You desire of me in observation of Your female domination of my inferior gender, after I have licked and tongued your delectable butthole, take me as Your toilet, pee and shit in my mouth, and watch me savour all that has traversed the wonder of Your inimitable pre-eminence.

     

    I am a devout disciple of female supremacy, a poet, a writer, a cockwhore, cumslut faggot. As my Mistress-Muse, You will be presented, too, the measureless worship of my words, in unflinching, mellifluous, and enspelling detail. As my Mistress-Goddess, Your open if not generous heart is requested when You are comparing me and those who are the perfection of order; me, an I who mine is for the courage no other to be, as I explore the farthest reaches of the extreme, bounty’s enormous land all fetish, infatuation, mania. Though not woman, not man, either, and not Your enemy, I want to present to You strange mighty lands where flowering mystery surrenders itself to the takers, where new fires are and colours unseen, phantasms by the thousands weightless, which need to be given reality. Where time is to banish to call back, discipline my battling always at the limits of limitlessness and tomorrow, discipline my errors, discipline my sins.

     

    Abiding by a fierce dedication which will never be forsworn, I have ventured here, begging Your indulgence and Your forgiveness, to share with You my heartfelt yearnings. Were I to deny them, I would be unworthy of Your Queenship, Your dominion. In closing here, then, hereinafter forever at Your bidding, as You will have me, bowed, on knees alone or hands and knees, on back or prostate, receiving Your abuse as blessing, my only prayer, at Your most pleasured convenience, the eminent ecstasy of Your fond befouling. Needless, too, to implore, call me what You wish, however repulsive, for it will be my due, a salve upon my wounds. 

     

    I await Your direction.

     

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Elation


    That is the best moment of all, when the cock of another stranger is buried deep inside my fagcunt, and I can feel every spurt, thrust, and drip of cum splashing against my inner essence, seeding me, breeding me.  With every fuck, I know that I have fulfilled my sole purpose in life. With another man cumming inside me, my worth is confirmed, but only then.

     

    For some, that may be perceived as a problem, as a lacking, a dearth of self-determination, self-confidence. For me, as every load is pounded and rammed ever more deeply into my cunt, the comfort of the realisation of my destiny assures me that the cum in me defines me, that I may be as I appear, appear as I am – a cockwhore, cumslut, fucktoy begging for another man to fill me up, to make me his personal receptacle of every ejaculation and elimination.

     

    I know this will never change. It have been my life since the beginning, since my father's early grooming, since his first full insertion into me at age seven; since my mother's subsequent use of me as her accomplice in seducing the many men who fucked her, and then fucked me. This has always been my life – passing from one fat, cum-stuffed cock to the next hard, inseminating dick. Regardless of how many cocks I have had, how much cum, I have always felt empty, always felt needy for more; never worth anything unless I am being used as the filthy bitchcunt I was born to be.

     

    That is why I breathe now, every breath affirming my calling; why I dress like a slut and behave like a whore, flashing my fagclit, my fagcunt at every man I see. When I am sucking cock, licking and tonguing yummy shitty butthole, getting fucked, cum and pee and shit my sustenance, then I am cultivated anew with every encounter into an ever more perfected something, someone, in form and function, two holes only, for fucking, sewer-mouth, filth-idol, fuckmeat, as fate ordained me be.

     

    As new, fresh cum squirts out of yet another cock, claiming me as his, again and again and again, I smile to myself, so very fortunate, so very grateful that in my worship of men, of cock, of cum, their happiness and mine are so abundantly consummated.

     

    Thank you, Daddy.

     

     


     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    New Black World Order

     

    Before the advent of revolution, there was evolution. Revolution is affirmed, asserted, believed, claimed, contended, declared, defended, professed, upheld, won; evolution just happens. Revolution is sought by the few for the many; evolution, by the many for the many. To hell with the few.

     

    Amongst a small minority of ignorant, misguided whites, there has existed or still exists the fallacy that whites are somehow superior to Blacks. These unfortunates are blinded by their own inadequacies. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Blacks are the original race, the superior race. As Black men surpass white men in every way, Nature has endowed them with bigger cocks and balls, and greater breeding capability and capacity than white men. Nature has also made them more attractive to mates – all women, and white sissies, faggots, and gays. Many straight white men, realising and admitting their inability to compete with Black men, also submit to becoming their sexual bondservants.

     

    The inadequacy and the impotence of white men has demanded of white women that they take control of their own destinies, that for sex and breeding they seek men outside of their more traditional, more formal couplings and marriages. The size of a man’s dick, the virility of his sperm, the prowess of his lovemaking, all determine his superiority as a mate. Women who once were Mothers and Marys first, then Whores, have become, for their own survival, their own fulfilment, Whores, first.

     

    They cheat on their men, or they cuckold their men. While their boyfriends and husbands mind the house and care for their less fortunate white underage children, the women have either taken or have been given the freedom to fuck whomever they please. The superior race, in terms of all the factors listed above, and countless more, is the Black race. Women, compelled by destiny, persuaded by lust, governed by intelligence, more and more turn to Black men with their big Black cocks, for seeding, feeding, and breeding.

     

    Regarding white genocide, white extinction, and the New Black World Order, how, precisely, are evolution and revolution to co-operate in the accomplishment of the necessary, even essential, eventual eradication and disappearance of the inadequate, deficient, defective white race? The debate is over. The conclusion, now fully acknowledged and accepted, requires only the deliberate hand of revolution to enact the foregone conclusion of evolution.

     

    White genocide is perhaps a bit harsh in this context of time, place, and destiny. Genocide presumes a violation. There is no abuse whatsoever here, but rather a correction. Nature alone dictates the course of its unfolding. Extinction, then, is perhaps preferred. Extinction, too, implies and empowers the more gradual forces of evolution. Revolution, already incited worldwide, will hasten that extinction, as the choice of many becomes the universal choice, of both white women and white men, to prohibit entirely the impregnation of white women by white men; thus, in time, eliminating all white babies, and thus, in time, the white race. This, of course, is all as it should be, as the human race is meant to evolve. White women refuse to have sex with white men. White men, through affirmation, declaration, and, or feminisation, consent to live out their lives in servitude to Blacks, for non-breeding sex and other auxiliary functions.

     

    Of course, total white extinction will take generations to achieve. As their visibility diminishes, so will will their recognition. They will become, first, the novelty, then the trifle, then the souvenir, then the memory, then they will be gone, like the dinosaurs, subject only for cartoons. Isolated, remote communities of white men may survive for a time, but without white women, who have unanimously flown the coup, their latent homosexual yearnings will undoubtedly re-emerge.

     

    (In an ideal world, women would only lick, tongue, suck, and fuck women; men would only lick, tongue, suck, and fuck men. Men deemed manly enough to procreate, to breed, that is, alpha men, with big dicks, big balls, and abundant sperm, Black men, would be the only men designated to breed women. To fulfil their sexual desires and needs, inferior men, that is, beta men, with small dicks and submissive personalities, would be feminised through hormone and other therapies. They would serve the real male community as an adjunct to faggots, the preferred third-gender – neither men, really, nor women, born to serve the sexual appetites of men. Faggots would not only exist to be fed and seeded by real men, but in addition to serving as sex slaves, would also serve as toilet slaves. Faggots, as directed by their masters, would also serve to clean up females after breeding; to keep their masters’ bitches happily a-sexually distracted while in wait of their next breedings.)

     

    Do I support the New Black World Order? In the course of the natural intercourse of evolution and revolution, extreme actions are not required. Laws mandating that which voluntary choice has already made evident are redundant. White women already thoroughly committed to breeding only Black need not be compelled to do so. White men, once presumed heterosexual, without women to sex, will honour their nascent homosexuality; again, no demand required. As all babies will be Black and wanted, abortion will no longer be thought necessary. Rape, as well, will become a thing of the past, as all women, Black, white, and Asian, will, as brood mares, beg to be fucked by Black men. As the white population dwindles, their taxes need only be paid in servitude. Though young girls, following in the footsteps of their mothers, sisters, girlfriends, and female relatives, will feel urged to begin sex early, they will instead be encouraged to live wholesome early lives, that their young bodies might ripen early in preparation for mating. It is likely, understood, and sanctioned, that, initially, daughters will and should be fucked by the Black men fucking their mothers, sisters, and girlfriends. Interbreeding will naturally be dissuaded later, as the girls take additional lovers. The age of sexual activity, too, need never be called into question or doubt. When a girl is no longer a maiden, when she has begun to bleed, she will be considered wholly ready to seed, to breed.

     

    As the natural order of things, to restore order, to reclaim order from chaos, I totally support Black rule over all other races. It could not happen too soon for me, a lifelong ‘colour-blind’ gender-defiant, already surrendered in body, mind, and spirit to the Black race. Governments must first comply, as constituencies accommodate and consent. Who would vote for an inferior white? White women, as heads of their households, their white husbands merely wage earners, the fathers of their Black children, all Black, would not tolerate any form of white governance. Similarly I support the idea that relations between the races should be of master and subservient, beneficent superior and grateful inferior. Democracy is and has always been a farce, a sham. No white will feel coerced into service of a Black, but rather bow down voluntarily in worship of this natural alignment of destines.

     

    Social norms and expectations, manifest in peer pressure, will motivate white and Asian parents to rally their current children in promotion of a society in which all non-Black races serve Blacks. The overwhelming impetus for this will be simply that it is the right thing to do, and that it feels genuine, fitting, and fair to do the right thing. White women will, of course, lead the charge. In refusing to mate with white men, because of the clear inferiority of white men, and because the mere thought of white-on-white is pathetic, revolting, white women will ensure the initiation of widespread, uniform social change. Society at-large will then quite naturally dictate the new normality, a new morality, that of the absolute cessation of the birth of white children, and the concomitant essential decree, warrant, and sanction to birth of only Black children. Society, too, will then simultaneously applaud teenage pregnancy, unwed pregnancy, and all extra-marital pregnancies, where the mothers are white, the fathers, Black, and, so, the babies, also black. Pregnancy, in general, will be the norm for women. Black babies at white breasts will be open, proud, and praiseworthy. All girls, between age ten and age twelve, will be eagerly awaiting the loss of their virginities to Black men. It will be all the talk, all the rage. To urge the fulfilment of this natural instinct, not only the mothers of daughters, but their fathers, too, and their teachers, and their spiritual and civil leaders, will all welcome the explicit, public deflowering of all daughters, sisters, and girlfriends. To reach the age of fourteen without a Black baby at breast, and another in arms will be considered cause for intervention. White women having large black families will be revered. It will be the norm as well, and the assumption, that the children in these large families were all fathered by different fathers. To speak of parents as couples will become obsolete. Siblings will proudly proclaim a common mother, but differing fathers. Half-sisters and half-brothers will abound. Should any white woman, for any reason, choose to marry an inferior white man, it will certainly be assumed, and maintained, that the marriage will be entirely free of sexual encounter between the spouses, throughout the duration of the marriage. All pregnant brides will with equal certainty be carrying Black babies in their wombs as they approach the marriage officiants, solemnisers, or ‘vow masters’ at their weddings. All cultures, ethnicities, races, beliefs, faiths, creeds, dogmas, ideologies, spiritualities, and governments must abide by, honour, respect, and celebrate this new regime, this renewed command of cosmic law. 

     

    Evolution or revolution, the choice is yours. You must choose to be then, or now. Then is the fallacy of white dominance and supremacy. It was always a lie, a deception, a delusion of whites. Now is the return to the reality of Black superiority, though for a time subdued, never quelled. Hail the rise of your new Masters! Hail the rise of the Master Race, the Black race! Hail the New Black World Order!

     

      

     
      Posted on : Jul 25, 2020 | Comments (1)
     
    Reverie


    Those are the best moments of all, when another man is buried deep inside my fagcunt, and I can feel every spurt, thrust, and drip of cum coursing into my body. Those are the moments when I know I have fulfilled my sole purpose in the world. Another man has cum inside me, confirming my worth, my destiny. To be as I appear, to appear as I am, a cockslut, a cumwhore, with every pounding, every ramming of cum deeper and deeper into my cunt; testimony to my lifelong submission to men, all men, without restraint, seeding me, breeding me, feeding me; that cum, penetrating all the tissues of my innermost soul; affirming that without that cum I would be nothing, no one, begging for another man to fill me up, to make me into his personal cumdump, cesspool of his every ejaculation and elimination.

     

    I know this will never change, nor should it. Into what would I change? I was born a faggot. Were I a woman, I would be the same. All sluts and whores should be famed, not shamed. Less ambiguous than any other rôle in society, sluts and whores perform their functions with unequivocal dedication. To be passed from one cock to the next, engorged balls exploding one tight load of cum after another into me; clean or dirty, poz or neg, recklessly taking every dick offered me; favouring the most nasty, the most filthy, the ones that barely pause between fuckings, between cunts, cunts as wanton, as desperate as mine.

     

    With so much cock, so much cum, though full, I always want more, I am always needy. It eases my want somewhat when, not abusively, not in violation, by no means, but at my beseeching, men cum inside me, then pee in my face and in my mouth, them, most agreeably, shit in my eager mouth, all the while addressing me as I so crave, as faggot, slut, whore, nasty… This is why I now breathe, to dress and to behave like the slut, the whore I am, I have always been; flashing my gaping, cum-filled fuckhole, my tiny, limp, fagclit at every man I see, devotedly, worshipfully sucking their cocks, being fucked by their cocks.

     

    With every new injection of cum, cum upon cum upon cum, my value again authenticated, substantiated, validated, throughout my being the overwhelming sense of satisfaction, proof that I am still, as I have always been, mere fuckmeat, as a sissy faggot, inferior to both men and to women, subservient to both, slave to both, in service, in adoration, in love to and with all men, to be used, and used again, and used again. From conception, guided initially by my father, conducted across the fem-fag threshold into the realm of sluthood and whoredom, true happiness was and is mine.

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 24, 2020 | Comments (0)
     
    Affirmation


    Neither saint nor super; neither woman nor man. Instead, fulfilment of third-gender paragon. Dauntless as any woman, reckless as any man, not following, less leading, wildness and wiseness, in one.  Submissive to alpha, to beta, a sissy, a faggot, best in service, best in servitude, willing surrender. My heart, stronger than your your hand. My will, more persevering than your endurance. Shame in nothing; humiliation, mere gratification. Your cock, my god; my fagclit, limp, flopping, affirming; my fagcunt, your home. 

     

     

     
      Posted on : Jul 24, 2020 | Comments (0)
     



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