Femboy Chastity Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Until I’m done with you, you will not let anyone else between these beautiful lips. Or your other lips, for that matter." I swallow hard, hoping my face isn’t as flushed as I feel. I quickly defend myself. "I was just thinking about…a dildo. You know, so it’s easier next time." Rhys chuckles, but there is no humor on his face. "If I haven’t made it clear enough, you are not to put anything inside you without my permission. Not even your fingers." I didn’t know he was this possessive. It should scare me to think about what he would do if I defied him, but that’s the last thing on my mind as I tuck Rhys’s cock back into his boxers and straighten up to leave.

When he finally goes limp, whimpering and panting, she gathers his cum and feeds it to him again. “Such a shame,” she sighs, reaching for the black resin chastity cage. “Two months this time, pet. Maybe then you’ll finally learn who this cock belongs to.” She leans down, placing a mocking little kiss on the tip of his spent cock. “See you in two months, toy.”

After all just like I am a product of my circumstances, so is he. “Dysnomia, tell Zared what you told me. What you want or need and why.” Celeste puts her warm strong hand on my shoulder. “Zared, I want you to go through what I went through. I want you to feel humiliated. I want you to hate your body for reacting to touches that your head doesn’t want. I want you to wear this,” I hold the male chastity belt, “and a corset so you experience how it is to be limited in every movement. I want you to be owned by me. Like you owned and used me.”

Her little pink nipples poked outward. It occurred to Mary that her daughter didn't actually need to take her top off for this, but it was too late by that point. Plus it seemed to be working for Michael. He was rubbing himself much faster. Chastity slid off her pants, then she lay back on the bed. "Spread your legs a little, honey," Mary said. She stepped forward and pulled Chastity's knees apart. Her daughter's sex was as purple as her son's - her labia hung open and wanting. The strong scent of female arousal filled the room.

Her eyes are glazed, still trapped in the aftershocks of the double-peak we’d just forced out of her. Fenris looks smug as we put her down on a chair. Her body is still jolting from the massive peak we brought her to, Fen sticks his softening length infront of her face. Without needing a command Bella sucks and cleans his cock, while I slip off and tie my condom. She then move's on to cleaning me off. Once finished, she licks her lips and says, "Thank you, Alpha. Thank you, Daddy, for letting me cum." Fenris chuckles darkly, stepping back toward the workbench. "Nice try, Bella, but you aren't getting out of this." The metallic click of the lock echoes sharply in the small space as he secures

And so, Marty and I fought and bickered all the way into high school. The boy I always thought looked so punchable suddenly grew handsome. Beast-humans with incubus bloodlines were naturally more attractive than ordinary people. On top of that, Marty had a tear mole at the corner of his eye. That tiny mark gave his naturally curly hair a unique kind of charm. What girl in puberty doesn't like handsome boys? Like other girls, I secretly fell in love with Marty. I even copied down love poems and prepared to give them to him. I stuffed the envelope, filled with my overflowing affection, into a little pouch.

Then she started. "We met at that charity gala. You were charming. Attentive. Everything a girl raised on fairy tales could want. You pursued me for three months before asking me out. Proposed after six months. We were married before I turned twenty-three." "Fast." "You said you knew what you wanted." Her laugh was hollow. "Turns out what you wanted was my mother's political connections and a wife who knew her place." "And Victoria?" "Was always there. Your business partner, your confidante, your everything I wasn't allowed to be. You said it was platonic. Maybe it was. But you gave her the emotional intimacy you never gave me."

Not enough to crowd her. Just enough to make the distance between them feel… intentional. “You follow rules very carefully,” he said. “Yes.” “Even the ones no one enforces?” Her throat tightened. “Yes.” Another step. Still measured. Still controlled. “And if I told you this was one you didn’t have to follow?” Her heart was beating too fast now. Loud enough she was certain he could hear it. “You wouldn’t.” “Why not?” Because it would mean something. Because it would change something.

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.

“You like that baby don’t you? You like when I fuck you like a slut. The second rule was way too beneficial for me:No limits. I let him do things like choke me and tie me up, use ice cream, sex toys and I didn't mind it one bit. My thighs trembled, trying to close around him, but his other hand stayed firm on my throat, so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “You feel that?” he asked. “You’re dripping.” “Fuck—” He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself hard before he came all over my tits and stomach. He wasted no time grabbing his boxers and trousers. “Go write your test, Emilia,” he said, his voice already returning to the Raffaele I was used to. The third rule was understandable