The Sissy Whore's Eternal Submission
In a nondescript suburban house, a sissy whore named Nathalie lived a life of unyielding submission to his wife's twisted desires. Dressed in hooker boots, short PVC skirts, and a leather hood, he was reduced to nothing more than a sexual object for his wife's amusement.
For years, Nathalie had been confined to their home, serving countless men who were invited to use him in any way they saw fit. His wife, a cruel and dominant woman, had trained him well, turning him into the perfect sissy whore.
One evening, as the sun began to set, a knock came to their door. Nathalie 's wife opened it, revealing a tall, muscular man with a sinister grin. Without uttering a word, she led him to their living room, where Nathalie was waiting, kneeling on the floor.
"This is your new plaything," she said, pushing Nathalie towards the man. "Do with him as you please."
The man's eyes lit up with excitement as he looked Nathalie up and down. Nathalie trembled, knowing what was to come. The man approached him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him close.
"You're mine now, whore," he growled, roughly kissing Nathalie 's lips.
Nathalie 's heart raced as the man's hands roamed his body, ******* and squeezing him through the tight PVC. The man's tongue explored Nathalie 's mouth, tasting his submission.
Breaking the kiss, the man pushed Nathalie onto the floor, roughly spreading his legs. Nathalie 's leather hood restricted his vision, but he could hear the man spitting onto his exposed hole.
"Fuck, you're tight," the man grunted, pushing a finger inside Nathalie 's willing hole.
Nathalie moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as the man added a second finger, stretching him wide. The man's fingers explored him, preparing him for what was to come.
The man withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his thick, hard cock. Nathalie gasped as he felt the man's tip push past his tight ring, filling him up completely.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Nathalie moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion.
The man began to thrust, his hips slapping against Nathalie 's ass with each powerful stroke. Nathalie 's body moved with the force, his moans growing louder as the man's cock hit his prostate.
"Fuck, you feel good, whore," the man growled, his hands gripping Nathalie 's hips.
Nathalie 's mind was lost in a haze of pleasure, the man's cock bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. The man's thrusts grew faster, his moans growing louder as he neared his own release.
With a final, powerful thrust, the man buried himself deep inside Nathalie , filling him with his hot, sticky cum. Nathalie moaned, his own cock twitching with the sensation of the man's release.
The man pulled out, leaving Nathalie panting on the floor. Nathalie 's wife appeared, a proud smile on her face.
"Good boy," she said, patting his head. "You've served your purpose once again."
Nathalie could only whimper in response, his body spent and his mind lost in a sea of submission. He knew that this would never end, that he would always be his wife's sissy whore, serving countless men in their own home.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
As the night went on, Nathalie 's wife invited in more and more men, each one using him in different ways. Some took him roughly from behind, others made him ride their cocks as they sat in a chair, and one even took him in his leather-hooded mouth, cumming down his throat.
Nathalie 's body was sore and his mind was hazy, but he took it all in stride, his purpose as a sissy whore clear in his mind. He would serve, he would submit, and he would find pleasure in it.
As the sun began to rise, Nathalie 's wife led him to their bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She climbed into bed beside him, wrapping her arms around him.
"Good boy," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "You've made me proud."
Nathalie could only whimper in response, his body spent and his mind lost in a sea of submission. He knew that this would never end, that he would always be his wife's sissy whore, serving countless men in their own home.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
As he drifted off to sleep, Nathalie couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. He was living the life he was meant to live, a life of submission and pleasure. He was his wife's sissy whore, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
For years, Nathalie had been confined to their home, serving countless men who were invited to use him in any way they saw fit. His wife, a cruel and dominant woman, had trained him well, turning him into the perfect sissy whore.
One evening, as the sun began to set, a knock came to their door. Nathalie 's wife opened it, revealing a tall, muscular man with a sinister grin. Without uttering a word, she led him to their living room, where Nathalie was waiting, kneeling on the floor.
"This is your new plaything," she said, pushing Nathalie towards the man. "Do with him as you please."
The man's eyes lit up with excitement as he looked Nathalie up and down. Nathalie trembled, knowing what was to come. The man approached him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him close.
"You're mine now, whore," he growled, roughly kissing Nathalie 's lips.
Nathalie 's heart raced as the man's hands roamed his body, ******* and squeezing him through the tight PVC. The man's tongue explored Nathalie 's mouth, tasting his submission.
Breaking the kiss, the man pushed Nathalie onto the floor, roughly spreading his legs. Nathalie 's leather hood restricted his vision, but he could hear the man spitting onto his exposed hole.
"Fuck, you're tight," the man grunted, pushing a finger inside Nathalie 's willing hole.
Nathalie moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as the man added a second finger, stretching him wide. The man's fingers explored him, preparing him for what was to come.
The man withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his thick, hard cock. Nathalie gasped as he felt the man's tip push past his tight ring, filling him up completely.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Nathalie moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion.
The man began to thrust, his hips slapping against Nathalie 's ass with each powerful stroke. Nathalie 's body moved with the force, his moans growing louder as the man's cock hit his prostate.
"Fuck, you feel good, whore," the man growled, his hands gripping Nathalie 's hips.
Nathalie 's mind was lost in a haze of pleasure, the man's cock bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. The man's thrusts grew faster, his moans growing louder as he neared his own release.
With a final, powerful thrust, the man buried himself deep inside Nathalie , filling him with his hot, sticky cum. Nathalie moaned, his own cock twitching with the sensation of the man's release.
The man pulled out, leaving Nathalie panting on the floor. Nathalie 's wife appeared, a proud smile on her face.
"Good boy," she said, patting his head. "You've served your purpose once again."
Nathalie could only whimper in response, his body spent and his mind lost in a sea of submission. He knew that this would never end, that he would always be his wife's sissy whore, serving countless men in their own home.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
As the night went on, Nathalie 's wife invited in more and more men, each one using him in different ways. Some took him roughly from behind, others made him ride their cocks as they sat in a chair, and one even took him in his leather-hooded mouth, cumming down his throat.
Nathalie 's body was sore and his mind was hazy, but he took it all in stride, his purpose as a sissy whore clear in his mind. He would serve, he would submit, and he would find pleasure in it.
As the sun began to rise, Nathalie 's wife led him to their bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She climbed into bed beside him, wrapping her arms around him.
"Good boy," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "You've made me proud."
Nathalie could only whimper in response, his body spent and his mind lost in a sea of submission. He knew that this would never end, that he would always be his wife's sissy whore, serving countless men in their own home.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
As he drifted off to sleep, Nathalie couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. He was living the life he was meant to live, a life of submission and pleasure. He was his wife's sissy whore, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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