Kinky Fiction Story
I am starting a Blog Series of Kinky Gay Fantasies. The fictional story running into several parts is likely to have Fetish contents of S&M, and Master and Slave roles. It will have characters identifying themselves as purely Top and/or purely Bottom.
This is only a fantasy sharing series, and the names of all the characters, places and events are fictional and imaginary.
Please note, that while any other fictional story, this may also contain erotic descriptions, but I am not limiting it to only that. Some episodes, especially the initial ones may hardly have any *** encounters.
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|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 09:50 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 1 – THE DEVIL ENTERS
Arun. Yes, Arun Prakash. Like they say, pleasure and pain at the same place, the "Joy and Suffering" of my life began with this name, this person, Arun Prakash. Till he entered my life, I had somehow managed to drag along the rough road of closet and discretion. Not that people hadn't doubted about me and my sexuality. I have had a long history of being teased. At school, at college, in my neighbourhood, and at the workplace. Just like many other bottoms, I had the looks of a handsome man, and the mannerisms of a sissy. Well, not completely, but somewhat. People would start guessing that during my continuous interactions with them. It was always very irritating, disturbing and painful experience, when during the initial interaction, people would ask me, why was I not married, inspite of being so handsome and good looking, and upon further interactions, when the same people would feel that my mannerisms were not as "straight" as theirs, they would laugh at my slightiest mistakes and slips. It was a big torture to be continuously conscious of people watching my every move, my every step, literally. Every time I would pass by their cubicles, there would be laughters and giggles and murmured comments about me. What was more discomforting was that, I was outwardly very embarrassed and always put on a serious face, but inside, I realised, that I was liking it. Gosh, what a confusion!
Eventually, I stopped socialising and interacting with the guys at my company. Infact, I even got my designation and profile changed. Earlier, I was the Executive Assistant to the CEO. But in that profile, I had to keep interacting with the entire staff, and co-ordinate with them about the tasks assigned to them by my boss, the CEO. It was too much of a torture, to go to speak to anybody, whether junior or senior to me, and getting mocked and teased by them. Therefore, I got my profile changed to a backoffice task, wherein I was assigned a small cubicle at a far end, where I would come to the office, quietly do my work, and vanish. Life was a bliss! Everything was fine, until one day, the CEO, Mrs. Arundhati Bhaskar, came out of her cabin to address us all. "Guys," She said, "I have something to tell you all. The HO has offered me a post there at Cincinnati, Ohio. I'll be leaving for there this month end, and so this is going to be my last week with you guys. I would like to say, it's been a wonderful...." And blah, blah, she went. "All this is hardly going to change things for me." I thought.
There was a farewell party for Mrs. Bhaskar. It might have been good, I guess. I didn't go. For obvious reasons. Called in sick. Mrs. Bhaskar was so sweet to have actually send me a "Get well soon" message. After all, I had been her executive for 5 long years, before I took up this silly backoffice job, for my personal convenience.
The week after she left, was when my "joy and suffering" began. The Asia-Pacific regional head was in the office, and we came to know that he had come to welcome our new CEO. "All this is hardly going to change things for me." I thought again. I was wrong.
I had settled into my cublicle, as usual, having a look at John Abraham's shirtless pic in yellow swimming trunks and Arjun Rampal's sexy and intense looking pictures hung on Shweta's cubicle, which was just ahead of mine. At around 10:30 am, the Asia-Pacific regional head came over and in a way that was no less filmier, introduced us to our new CEO. After a brief speech, only when he said, "...It gives me great pleasure in introducing you to your new CEO, Arun Prakash..." did Mr. Arun Prakash walk over to us from the cabin's lobby. He came, I saw him and my jaw dropped, my body froze. An absolute Alpha Male. Not only that, but he was, surprisingly, stylish too. Standing around 6 feet tall, a wheatish fair complexion, that I found oh-so lovely, broad shoulders, that manly "khoomaari" in his eyes, (which I could notice from far away,) he was Mr. Handsome personified.
Arun started addressing us. And after the initial remarks, he came to the point. Said he, "...I would like to continue with the processes the way they have been, so that you all are not hassled with new systems. But there is one change that I would like to bring about, and that is... a change in my Executive. I would like to have Rishi, once again as the Executive to the CEO. I understand he has handled that responsibility quite efficiently and for a long time till now, and I would like to have him reinstated into that position..." What????? NOOOoooooo! How could he do this? Arun called me towards him to hand over to me some files. I still stood there dumb. Arun almost ordered, "Now, come over here Rishi, will you? Take this goddamned files from my hand." Reacting almost organically to his tone, I said, "Yes, Sir," which already raised a few chuckles among the crowd. I started walking from my cubicle. In my mind, I had decided to just keep looking down, or look elsewhere, but at his face, or else my heart beat was sure to pound loud enough for everyone to hear it. I was very conscious of my walk, and tried to put up a brave, erect and manly posture, (or so, I thought,) but that nasty Niharika played a prank. She lay her leg out and I hit her leg and almost fell. "Ouch!" came the word from my *** in it's totally panzy manisfestation. And there they went! The people laughed. There was an evil smirk on Arun's face, as if telling me, "Come hither, and get locked in the den!"
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 10:44 AM|
It’s not fiction is it? Lovely, this is amazing I can’t wait for
The next part pls write soon.
|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 11:56 AM|
Please continue it's lovely
|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 12:16 PM|
Yes.. soon pleaseeee
|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 01:00 PM|
Please post next part n i hope that will have kinky activities as suggested by this thread name
|Posted On Mar 26, 2020 - 02:09 PM|
.. Dude I'm so exciting to know next from u .u narrated so nicely in part 1
|Posted On Mar 27, 2020 - 05:47 AM|
Hi guys. Thank you very much for your wonderful response. I shall post the second part very soon. Actually, I wanted to see the reaction of the readers first before writing the next part. The responses in the thread as well as in my message inbox have been very encouraging. I'll start writing further now. Please give me some time. I shall post it as soon as possible. Thank you again.
|Posted On Mar 28, 2020 - 08:25 AM|
This is so well written ... I am eager to read your next post
|Posted On Mar 28, 2020 - 09:44 AM|
Well written. Waiting for next part
|Posted On Mar 29, 2020 - 12:20 AM|
Gripping and titillating.....and quietly erotic in anticipation. I'm turned on....and cannot wait to go on reading ...
Thanks hin, for creating this lovely piece !
|Posted On Mar 29, 2020 - 06:04 AM|
Reading is like watching a movie...
I can actually imagine every detail...And some scenes were in slow motion
|Posted On Mar 29, 2020 - 01:49 PM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 2 - Oh, Humiliation!
Arun expressed his stern contempt and ridicule for me right from day one. He didn't even bother to respond to my "Good morning." "Maybe he had a bad *** with his wife last night." This thought brought a naughty chuckle on my face, when suddenly the phone rang. "Come in." He said. "Oh, sure. In a moment." I replied.
Inside his cabin:
Me: What's the matter, Arun? All well?"
He:(giving me a neglectful look) Yup. Why?
Me: No, no, nothing. Just that I wished you good morning when you entered, but you didn't reply, so I thought...
He:(giving me a firm look) Wanna know why I did that?
He: Because you, Rishi Verma, didn't address your Boss as Sir. Because you, a bloody secretary, didn't get up while greeting the boss.
"Bloody Secretary??? Squuuse meeee! I was an Executive Assistant, okay?" No, I didn't tell that to him. Wanted to. Couldn't. Just stood there, dumb. He kept staring and examining me from top to bottom and bottom to top with his lusty yet amazingly sexy eyes. In between, he kept rubbing one of his hands on his chest, and then once, he pinched his own nipple and winked at me. Realising that I have started getting a hard on, I brought both my hands forward in a bid to cover my crotch. But I also realised that the very act of doing this was a revelation in itself, and that made me whimper. "May I go, Arun... err, Sir?" He didn't say anything for a whole 5 seconds, then burst out laughing, and said, "Go." I ran out.
Arun's blitzkrieg of humiliation had my fortress of closet dwindling in no time. I always had this over confidence and ego that I will be able to hide my sexuality by "acting straight" all the time. But this man made me naked even without stripping my clothes. Whether in private or in front of others, whether for any work related reason or on my personal demeanor, he made nasty comments which would bring out such reactions from me that completely destroyed my fake manhood, and brought out the sissy in me for all to see. Why? How? I know not. I was beginning to loose my control over my body. The stereotypical sissy mannerisms of talking with limp wrists and sitting with both knees close to each other, and one leg over the other started happening very naturally. I felt comfort in those gestures, in that style.
One day Arun commented on my clothes. "Ye kya poore ke poora thaan lapete rehte ho badan par!" (Now, I did have a habit of wearing slightly loose clothes.) "Kya darr lagta hai ke kahin koi "chir haran" na kar le?" Saying this, he laughed mockingly at me. I couldn't answer him. Just mumbled with a blushed chuckle, "Nahin, Sir, aisa kuch nahi," A blushed chuckle at the idea of "chir haran?" Gosh, what's wrong with me? "Well, I have decided. You are going to have a dress code." "But, Sir...I...uhh..." I felt too awkward to react. "Here... I have ordered them," pressing a key on his laptop, "A dozen full of vest coats and bows. Yes, that's what you are going to wear from now on." "Hullo??? Who are you to decide what am I going to wear?" Yes, I couldn't say that to him. Not bothering to consider my reaction, he continued, "And mind you, I am ordering a full dozen, so you better not repeat them too soon" "But...uh...I...Okay, Sir." I went out thinking, "Chuck it yaar, if he is offering branded clothes at his expense then why I should I bother?" Two days later when the delivery reached my desk I was totally aghast at seeing the clothes. Almost all the vest coats were either majorly pink in colour or had a shade of pink mixed with other pastels. And all of them had such loud floral designs on them, that even the most flamboyant of gay designers would not wear them. I nearly shuddered upon thinking how Niharika and gang would react to it. But hey, there was one more packet in the parcel too. I was equally astonished upon seeing what was in it. Just then he passed through my cubicle engrossed in a conversation with Kenneth. "Siiiiir, I think your parcel has been mixed with mine. Here." Handing over the packet with a sly smirk, I added, "Maybe you ordered it for your wife." He continued discussing something with Kenneth, brushing me aside by quickly saying, "I am not married." "Oh. Then maybe for your girlfriend." I attacked. "I ordered it for you silly!" He shot back. No sooner did he finish saying this than Jhumpa, Niharika, Shweta, and all the girl gang gushed towards me, "Dikhao dikhao, kya hai usmein?" My Gawd. I held the packet to my chest, and ran as fast as I rushed to to put it inside my drawer, but they reached before that and snatched the packet from my hand. Bitches! "Oh no, look at this guys. See what Arun got for Rishi." said one of them. "What is it now?" Enquired Kenneth. "A pack of designer panties for Rishi." Niharika burst out laughing. "Good one, Arun." She added. Everybody laughed. Kenneth, who seemed to be a bit of a homophobe, gave me a scorn. As for the boss, he remained silent all through this. But while returning to his cabin, he gave me a look. Now it was his turn to give me the sly smirk. Immediately after he went inside, I blurted, "It's not for me, okay? It's actually for his girlfriend. Just that it came along with the clothes that he had ordered for me. See." And without looking at the packet, I lifted one of the vest coats to show everyone. Incidentally, I had lifted a fully pink vest coat. There was another round of thunderous laughter. I was frustrated. Totally.
Being scolded and rebuked from Arun had become a regular phenomenon. At my slightest slip, or even otherwise, I would get whiplashed. Add to that, most of his rebukes were accompanied with sexual innuendos.
"Understood? Get that inside your deepend down there, because brains you dont have."
"One *** thing you can't do properly. Start wearing diapers if you still need some schooling."
"Don't bother, uncle, I'll do that myself. It requires a real *** to handle that."
"When was the last time your *** was banged hard? Gosh, now get up, and get me the reports right away."
"Rishi has a penchant for all things long and thick, isn't it, Rishi?"
Lunch breaks had become torture sessions. Eating in the work area was prohibited, so I had no other option but to join everyone in the cafeteria. But, eating with the men was out of question. Half of them were homophobes, who loathed me and would shoo me away, and the other half would make lusty passes at me. Hence, much against my wishes I would eat with the girls. They were a greater torture than men, but atleast I could approach them. With men, I don't know why, I felt very shy and awkward. Infact, I realised I had a habit of blushing every time I spoke with a decent, good looking man.
And, then came the final blow. At Arun's instructions, I had started preparing a quotation for a tender that he intended to file. I had to consult the heads and of the different departments for this. I worked extra hours and finally, prepared the quotation. I don't know how some figures got wrong, and led to some miscalculation. Arun started throwing super tantrums. He humiliated me in front of the entire staff. Hurled abuses, not only at me, but also at my upbringing, mentioning how I had been a "mistake" all my life, how I had been a "mistake" right at the stage when I was conceived, and that I was a "mistake" of my parents' "mistake." I got really scared that day. Because of my silly mistake, the company was likely to incur a loss in the business. Felt really guilty and miserable. Arun gave me a long lecture of some choicest abuses, but even then his anger refused to subside. And then, he said, "Enough! If a school kid is what you want to be, then a Master shall I be. And for your mistake, you will be punished." "Okay, Sir." said I. "You know how they punished a boy in my school? I shook my hands in "Nay." "By making him wear a girl's uniform and parading him throughout the school." He said. My heart beat raised. "But, Rishi Verma, I realise how much you *** in your pants out of fear, so I am going to be kind to you." and then added, "I am giving you two options. Either you sort out the mess that you have caused in this tender, and give us a written guarantee that you will get the contract for the company, or..." Everybody was listening with bated breath. "...Or, you'll wear a woman's clothes for the entire day today." This time, no one laughed. It was a serious matter. "The choice is yours." He ended. I kept crying.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Mar 29, 2020 - 03:15 PM|
Good one @Eternal bliss. :-)
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 03:45 AM|
Loved it. Good command over language too.
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 04:52 AM|
Waiting eagerly for next part
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 10:07 AM|
Was he your boss or a demon? How could you endure such humiliation
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 11:04 AM|
@RAHULMEHRA hope the further episodes answer your question.
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 04:12 PM|
Is it just me or does this sound like emotional abuse?
|Posted On Mar 30, 2020 - 04:23 PM|
@cama. not only to u. to me as well. the story looks treating bottoms as emotional weak bitches.. and insulting the third genders.
however ppl are just waiting for fun part. i felt disgusting reading that story.
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 01:32 AM|
@Rahulmehra - fiction, story.
If you have read other threads on this site, you will know that some people like being humiliated. At least or maybe only in the fantasy world.
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 02:51 AM|
Yes @FIFTY, and thank you.
The dictionary meaning of Masochism (in S & M) is a tendency in which one gets gratification in pain and humiliation. And a masochistic sissy may show some outward reservation or fear of it, but actually derives a great sexual kick out of it. Like, in the Hindi films, you might have heard the villain say, "Nakhre karti hai saali."
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 10:09 AM|
Oh Eternal bliss - keep this going - eagerly awaiting part 3
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 03:09 PM|
Wowww it's amazing..... Loving it eagerly waiting for part-3
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 07:13 PM|
Eternal bliss I've enjoyed both the parts thus far. I'm a very average male looking bottom and I am aware I'm a nakhra karne wali masochist. Always seeking a real man.
|Posted On Mar 31, 2020 - 08:34 PM|
Loved you story so far.. pl do post part 3 ASAP
I too had feminine mannerism and had a pink color mobile case. I still remember, my boss asking why do I have that color case and laughing even though he too had same mannerism. I have seen many of colleagues saying that our boss feminine attitude . In fact have seen him on tv reality show supporting men cooking and going to beauty parlors for maintaining soft tone on face.
Guys it's just a kinky/ fantasy story. Read it, enjoy and move on..
|Posted On Apr 1, 2020 - 07:38 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 3 – ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
The paradoxes of chaos are baffling. The way you react to a problem, sometimes, don't make a strong case of you wanting to get out of that chaos. Because if you really wanted to get out of it, you would have definitely got out of it. Maybe you didn't. Maybe that is what you had wanted all your life.
Arun's maneuvers were, as my friend Rahul called it, "demonish." But, how could I resist a demon who was also a Greek God? I relented. And, now the question was, where to get the ladies dress from?
"Girls! Who's going to offer her dress to Rishi for a day?" Announced Arun. Suddenly, the entire atmosphere changed from sombre to sparkling. Except for me. I was standing there, in front of everyone, with my head bowed down in shame. But I realised, I was trying to play it very "manly." Standing against the wall, I had my left foot firmly on the floor, while the right foot was afixed at the wall, bent at the knee. My right hand, rolled into a fist, was constantly soft banging against the wall, as if rebelling. Assuming that my hair were ruffled, I thought that I was looking like a college brat caught doing some mischief. But hullo, I was a sissy faggot about to get my very first experience of wearing a ladies dress. Till now, I had only experimented with chaddars and towels. There was a slight gush anxiety and excitement inside me, which was broken by Shirin's voice, who annouced with great joy that she was ready to part with her dress. I looked up at her, and thought, "Oh, Shirin? Ofcourse, the butch woman in the office." My gaydar had always told me that Shirin was lesbian.
"But, mind you, Shirin, if you are going to give your clothes to Rishi, then you will have to wear his clothes for the day." Shirin drew up her nose and wrinkled it, acting as if she felt disgusted. The fact is that, she loved wearing pants to the office, but since she was in the Marketing team, always meeting up clients , she had been asked to dress up like the rest of the women. "Theek hai. Send him with me to the Ladies Restroom." She said. "Jaao, jaao, ab Ladies toilet ki aadat daal lo." Sadanand chutiya poked his nose. "Saala Office Boy bhi hoshiyaari dikhane laga ab toh." I said to myself, while giving him the look of a "sissy's disgust." Everybody laughed. In a bid to quieten them all, Arun said, "Shhhh! Okay, okay. So, it's all sorted. Shweta, you also go and help them with the change." After that, he looked at me. And just said, "Go." "But Arooooon, will he also be wearing Shirin's innerwears? The tone and inflexion in Niharika's voice were such, as if she was asking a very important question. Huh. Bitch. "Ofcourse. It's going to be a complete change, for both of them." Answered Arun.
Inside the Ladies Restroom, Shirin went into one bathroom and I went into the other. Shweta stood outside to facilitate the give and take of dresses to both of us. I started removing my clothes. First the footwear, then my shirt, followed by my pants, and finally, my underwear. I was completely naked in the Ladies bathroom. The cold wind entering from the ventilator was ruffling my fair skin that was already blushing with excitement. This gave me goosebumps on the entire body, but they settled very soon. I had already thrown out all my clothes to Shweta, and was waiting for her to throw in Shirin's clothes to me. I stood inside naked, in anticipation of how I would look in femme clothes. And without any conscious attempt, my hands went on my boobs, covering them, each hand covering the breast of the opposite side. My mind started creating 'filmy' lines:
"Ek nange bottom ka dard tum kya jaano, Arun babu.
Beintehaa pyar ka bhukha hota hai Nanga Bottom.
Mard ki baahoon ka pyaasa hota hai Nanga Bottom.
Aadmi ke jism ki garmi mein sulagne ke liye din raat tadapta hai Nanga Bottom..."
Just then Shirin's clothes flung inside, and broke my thoughts.
That day Shirin was wearing a below knee length, black slim fit dress, with crisscross straps at the waist. Thankfully, the dress had a front zipper, or else I would have had to ask the ladies to pull up the back zip. So, that was not the problem, the problem was the bra. I didn't know how to wear it. Nevertheless, I can never forget the feeling of wearing a bra for the first time in my life. Something that I had been craving for since class 9, when Samir had first pressed my boobs in a love making session that had begun with a boy-to-boy combat game. He had told me that henceforth he would squeeze my boobs so hard everyday, that one day I would necessarily have to wear a bra. "That day has come, Samir. Only that, you are not there. A rowdy rogue by the name Arun Prakash has taken your place."
My chain of thoughts were broken by Shweta's knocking at the bathroom door. "How much more time, Rishi? Come soon, yaar, we can't wait for forever." I quickly made some final adjustments to the dress, and opened the door. Phewwwww!!! Shirin whistled. I gave her a coy smile. "Haan, theek hai, theek hai. Now, quickly wear these sandals." Shweta interrupted, pointing to Shirin's sandals; heeled, but fairly comfortable. (If you want an idea of how those sandals looked like, check out EDWARD75's profile on this site. His profile has a pic with such sandals.) And thus, the three of us stepped out!
Shirin and Shweta were the first to step out of the Restroom, and appear in front of everyone. Upon seeing Shirin dressed in a man's clothes, everyone applauded her. "Bravo! Bravo!" They said. Shirin took a bow and moved ahead to her desk. I decided that I will not just take a bow, but also give a flying kiss to my fans. Eagerly I stepped out and stood at the door, awaiting the applause. Everybody laughed. My balance faltered. In a bid to make up for the loss of stance, I started adjusting the dress, appearing as if I am extremely uncomfortable in a ladies dress. "Come here!" Arun ordered. I started walking towards my cubicle. But he came there, and dragged me to the centre, and gave me a threatening look.
Him: So now you know what happens when you commit such grave discrepancies in your work?
Me:(Looking down) Yes, Sir.
Him: Henceforth can we expect you to be more careful in your work?
Me:(Muttering) Yes, Sir.
Him: Loudly. I didn't hear.
Me: Yes, Sir.
As soon as Arun went inside his cabin, the crowd divided into two halves. All the girls surrounded Shirin and the guys pounced upon me. Apparently, the gents had got a rare chance to touch a female's dress. So there they went. Desperate dogs. Somebody was touching the fabric, somebody was feeling the straps at the waist, one of them tried to feel my bums from behind, and a couple of them tried to pull down the zip. "Please, yaar, don't do all this. It's not my dress, I've to return it to Shirin." "Come on, Jaanu, forget the dress, come to me baby." Said Mahen. "Shut up!" I said. Suddenly, I felt like I was the innocent damsel being gheraoed by Ali Baba's forty thieves. "Oooh, Aaah, Nahi, Please, Chhodo naa yaar, Kya kar rahe ho yaar!" was all I kept saying, along with shaking and swaying my shoulders and moving my waist. Finally, after a lot of difficulty, I managed to push the crowd away from me. Actually, my motivation to use the strength was the *** which I had started getting with some many guys touching and feeling and pinching my body, and saying nasty things. Gosh, if they would have figured out that their jokes were making me ***, then all hell would break loose. I got *** scared, and hence got the strength to shout and shoo them all away.
Getting an *** in the panty was so painful. Such a tiny thing to wear, inside which the dickie starts growing. Infact, even if the *** would not be erect, people would able to figure out what's there inside the panty. I decided, I'll wait in the office till late, and then call an uber. After around 7 pm, I was alone in the office, sitting at my cubicle. All this while, I had never tried to think as to why Arun was behaving the way he was. And that too, only with me. Kuch toh gadbad hai. There's something fishy about it. Then my thoughts shifted to the recent quotation that I had prepared, because of which this "dress kaand" had happened. How? How could I make such a mistake? I had never made such a silly error. Unfortunately, I didn't have the quotation with me, neither on my computer, nor any hardcopy. I had been working on it on the desktop computer in Arun's cabin. Just then I realised, I had a rough sheet of the final draft in my drawer. I removed it and started checking the figures once again. "What the ***! The figures are all correct. Oooodi Baabbaaaa! Yeh toh bahut bada jhol hai. Enough! Enough is enough! I am going to take this matter to the higher authorities. Arun Prakash, tujhe toh mein mazaa chakhaaoongi. Ooops! I mean, chakhaoonga."
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Apr 1, 2020 - 01:14 PM|
Eternal bliss 🤗 thank you my love. You are the best. I'm loving this story even more. I would love to be friends in real catch up for coffee or beer and get to know you better. That is if you are interested. I wear panties under my regular work clothes every day and don't have a single male underwear.
|Posted On Apr 2, 2020 - 03:44 AM|
Reading it. Loving it. I need to imagine the looks of the two lead characters. Any celebrities which fit the bill?
|Posted On Apr 2, 2020 - 06:27 AM|
@EDWARD75 Sure sweets. We can plan something after the Lockdown.
@FIFTY That should be interesting pal. Why don't you only suggest the two names of your choice?
|Posted On Apr 2, 2020 - 08:26 AM|
How about ayushman khurana and ronit roy for hindi audiences?
|Posted On Apr 2, 2020 - 01:59 PM|
I had tv actors in mind. A young Gaurav gera and Ashish kapoor.
|Posted On Apr 2, 2020 - 07:55 PM|
Good one. It's like we'll can't enough of your imagination adnate already craving for more...This lockdown is showing some positivity..:-) @Eternal_ Bliss.
|Posted On Apr 3, 2020 - 10:15 AM|
well written thread, eposes his inner sissy feelings well. i can visualise myself in his place so easily.
|Posted On Apr 3, 2020 - 03:50 PM|
Excellent!! Can't wait for part 4
|Posted On Apr 3, 2020 - 10:54 PM|
Wow very nice . I become hot . From many days I am searching a master to role and dominate on me . After read your story u becomes aggregate again in my sexuality . I want to be suffer offering my body to use for my master joy
|Posted On Apr 4, 2020 - 02:27 AM|
okay - actors to play the characters (or fantasize about in these roles). Another option - Siddharth Shukla and Asim Riaz. Siddharth shukla showed all the traits of that alpha male in this season, is what I gather from my reading (havent watched the show). what do you guys think?
|Posted On Apr 4, 2020 - 11:41 AM|
Eternal please don't change the characters from Arun and Rishi as each person can imagine for them selves who they want in their version of the story. For some they could be Arun and Rishi could be some one they like and vicea versa. 🙏 Humble submission to continue the story as it is
|Posted On Apr 4, 2020 - 02:31 PM|
Next part please. Eagerly awaiting
|Posted On Apr 4, 2020 - 06:48 PM|
Next part please... Waiting
|Posted On Apr 5, 2020 - 05:14 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 4 – THE DEVIL UNMASKS
Hypnotism is real. Since the advent of that 6 feet tall adonis, named Mr. Arun Prakash, I had been continuously hypnotised by his charm, his style and his smell. Or else, why would I not even for once, think as to WHY he had been doing all that me? But not anymore, Mister Dominator.
I barged into Arun's office where he was busy discussing some matter with Kenneth. "What's this?" Throwing the rough paper of the final quotation on his table, I asked him. "Kenneth, we'll discuss this later." He said. Kenneth left. Gosh, Arun was looking so handsome today. His satin grey shirt totally suited his personality. Grey. Fifty shades of Grey? The slim fit shirt was accentuating every muscle of his arms and his chest, as he moved his hand to see the paper and then to lean back on his chair to look at me.
Arun: Hmmm, so tell me now, what do you want to know?
Me: You changed the figures in the quotation and blamed me for the miscalculation.
Arun: Wow! The *** has been doing some thinking lately.
Me: Why did you do that? Why are you humiliating me like this?
Arun: Because.... I want to. (Gave out a fake smile.)
Me: I am going to report this to the HO. I am going to complain. You have molested me.
Arun: Have I? (Continued giving the fake smile.)
Me: You have humiliated me.
Arun: Have I? (His smile turned into a slight laughter.)
Me: I am shooting them a mail right now. (I turned and headed towards the door.)
Arun: Have a look at this before you "shoot" out your ***, ***.
Me: (Turning back to him) What is it?
As I reached close to him, he handed me his phone, which had a video. I played the video.
"Owwww my freeeakkking Gawd!" That was me, standing completely naked in the video, hiding my dickie between my legs and making a *** of it. Shaking my waist from left to right, I walked ahead, closer to the camera, and gave an air kiss. Then I turned and bent forward, with my *** in the focus of the camera, and started spreading my butt cheeks with both hands, showing my *** in it's full glory. Then, as if taking instructions from someone on the other side of the camera, I inserted one finger into my hole and then two fingers. In and out, in and out. I kept sliding my fingers, and also kept moving my bums. After finger *** myself, I brought my boobs in the focus, and squeezed them. There were totally 3 such videos.
I, definitely remembered having done such sissy things on video chats. But the problem was that I had done it so many times with so many guys, that I just couldn't remember when and with whom had I done that specific video ***.
Me: Where did you get this? I mean, how?
Arun: That doesn't matter! What matters is that, it's you in those videos. Face clearly visible. Panzy Whore!
Me: Please, Sir, delete them. I beg of you.
Arun: Well, how about, instead, me sending it to the everyone in the office? Haaaan?
Me: Nooooo! Sir, please don't do that.
Me: Mein kahin kaa nahin rahoonga, Sir. (And I started sobbing.)
Arun: Wanna know for whom were you doing all that "nangi numaaish?"
Arun: For me.
Me: (Looked up at him in total disbelief. Tears vanished automatically.) But... How? When?
Arun: "Sakht_Launda74." Remember the chat id? With whom you had a cyber affair for almost a week, and then ditched him all of a sudden one night?
Me: "Sakhat_Lauu..." Oh, haaaan... The Master from Hoshangabad! That's you?..... I mean, Sir?
Arun: Haaan, The Master from Hoshangabad, to whom you made all kinds of false promises on cyber chats, and all of a sudden one night ditched him without giving any explanation. What did you think, you bitch? That I was not serious about us? That all of it was just a joke for me, just like it was for you? That you can play with somebody's feelings, and get away with it?
Saying this, Arun brought his hand on my left nipple and pinched it so hard, that I let out a scream.
Arun: I never forced you into anything. You willingly submitted to me, and promised me that you will be mine. I would have been totally fine with you getting out of it, but you didn't bother to inform me. You blocked my Id. you whore! (He started pinching harder than before.)
Me: Ahh, please, Sir, it's hurting.
Arun: Hurting? Is it? What about the hurt you caused me? What about the time when you left me high and dry? Do you think I have forgotten it? Nooooo! You *** ***! I have been burning every single day in the fire of passion and revenge all these years. You blocked my Id. and I created a new one, "Ghanta Ghar," and chatted with you. The "randi" that you are, you willingly started video chatting with the new Id. and showed your boobs and ***. That is when I recorded your "nanga naach." After that, you deleted your Id. and vanished. But by then, it was too late. Your *** and your boobs had completely blown my mind. I desperately needed to own them. I wanted you at my feet, totally helpless. I wanted to hear you scream and moan my name and beg me to save you from my own torture. I wanted to crush you so hard, that you would be unable to do even the slightest task without me. Luckily for me, you had given me your name and number while I was chatting with you with my first Id. I tracked you down on a social networking site, and found out that you were working with this company. I also managed to get a job here, but unfortunately, I was in the Delhi office. But I didn't give up. All this while I kept tracking about the happenings of this office, and as soon as I came to know that Arundhati was being transferred to the HO, I seized the opportunity, used my influence with the top management and got myself transferred here. As your Boss!
Me: I... I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to trouble you. I am really sorry.
Arun: Too little, too late, ***.
Me: I have stopped all that now. I am no longer that type. Please let me go. (And I started sobbing. Tears ran down my cheeks.)
Arun: You know what gives a kick to a Sadist Master?
(Looking down, I shook my head and continued shedding tears.)
Me: Tears in the eyes of the slave. The idea that the Master's pain is causing untolerable torture to the slave. That gives him a real kick. The ultimate pleasure. So, go ahead, keep crying.
(My tears immediately vanished.)
Arun: (Laughing out loud) Hahahahaha, Nautankibaaz saali!
Me: What do you want?
Arun: Be my slave, or else everybody will see your videos.
(I continued looking down.)
Arun: You will give up yourself to me. I'll have complete ownership of your mind and body. You will do as I say, live as I will. Most importantly, your body shall be my property. I shall be your Master and you will be my slave.
Me: I need some time to think.
Arun: Sure, *** baby. You have 24 hours to think about it and let me know. (Slapping my butt) Now, out you go.
While going home from the office that day, my mind kept thinking about those nights 7 years back. I had newly discovered video chatting, and would spend whole nights chatting up with fabulous tops from everywhere, freely exchanging videos. Slowly slowly, I remembered everything about chatting with Arun. He looked quite different then. Actually, he was clean shaven back then. Now, he sports a stubble.
Everything was going fine between us; we had really started having a cyber affair, and had started planning for a real meet in the coming days. But then, I was simultaneously chatting up with a Master from Germany. His blue eyes would make me so timid, and his ripped, gym toned body was awesomely drool worthy. Everytime he would flash his fair, pink veined, 7 inch *** on the cam, I would go on my all fours, and become his sissy dog. He also had a lot of S & M works and equipments with him. Infact, he had a dungeon, which he showed me on the cam, and told me that he would lock me inside that cage when I would go to meet him. He already had two slaves in his harem, and once he even showed me a complete session with one of his slaves on the cam. I just couldn't resist him. I chose him over Arun. "I agree I made a mistake by disconnecting so abruptly with Arun, and even blocking his Id. but then," I thought, "he is also such a jerk to keep a grudge over such a tiny thing for so many years, and chase me till here, just to take revenge. Huh, really crazy!" I reached home.
While taking shower, I was caressing my manboobs, and playing with my tits. Suddenly, a thought occured to my mind. I must be really that much sexy to have become his obsession. After all, it was just a cyber affair. We had never even met, nor spoken over the phone, and still he was so besotted by my beauty. Wow, Rishi, you are quite a thing, babe! This thought gave me an instant boner, and my hand started shaking my dickie, under the cold water of the running shower. In my bathroom, I have got a mirror placed at a distant, such that I can see myself clearly while having shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, and started moving back and forth in a motion of somebody *** my bubble butts real hard. I came in no time, and the *** swept my hands equally fast under the running water.
That night I couldn't go to bed with my clothes on. How could I? I lay completely naked in the bed. Even kept the dim lamp on. I kept basking in the glory of being someone's crazy obsession. I was Shahrukh Khan's 'Kiran' in "Darr." I was Nana Patekar's Manisha Koirala in "Agni Sakshi." I lay naked in the bed, and kept making sensuous pornographic postures, sometimes, raising both my hands above my head and making a curve at the waist (The classic Khajuraho posture.) Sometimes covering my dickie with my hands, sometimes twirling my legs, and then sometimes covering my boobs with the chaddar, and sometimes exposing them from the chaddar. I had already *** in the shower, but I *** twice in the bed. My mind was so blown by the idea of being a top Master's obstinate obsession, that I completely forgot, that Arun had asked me to think about being his slave from now on. I remembered it only when I set out for the office next day.
"Gosh, what should I tell Arun?" I asked myself. "What do you really want?" I replied to myself.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Apr 5, 2020 - 05:42 AM|
@ethernal bliss, that was one hell of a story writing man!.. Superb narration... All the time i jst imagined the entire scenario in my mind!... I must say you'll do great wonders if u keep on writing erotica like this!... You've got yourself one more fan😈💓
|Posted On Apr 5, 2020 - 06:24 PM|
Such an extra ordinary writting. You really are doing great job dude. Loving it.
|Posted On Apr 6, 2020 - 01:34 AM|
|Posted On Apr 6, 2020 - 08:53 AM|
Totally unexpected twist.
More than, this is like shahrukh's another movie - anjaam.
But I hope this one has a happy ending
|Posted On Apr 6, 2020 - 04:26 PM|
Wow...love the story...i thought i was that guy wearing the girl's dress...loved it....waiting for the 5th part...
|Posted On Apr 6, 2020 - 09:31 PM|
Well it's interesting story, but it's taking to much time for the parts to come hence...
|Posted On Apr 7, 2020 - 06:36 AM|
@sahilmeher I completely agree, Eternal bliss is going to be a prolific erotica writer. More power to such awesome people
|Posted On Apr 11, 2020 - 03:15 AM|
@Eternal_bliss.. When can we expect part 5?
|Posted On Apr 11, 2020 - 05:26 AM|
Send this to ekta kapoor she will make a gay series in GANDI BAAT... SHE WILL MAKE seasons and seasons with your stories
|Posted On Apr 11, 2020 - 07:21 AM|
@MaCHoMaN_9 and everybody else who has been waiting for part 5. I am really very sorry for the delay. My bad. But I assure you, I''ll finish it by today, and post it by tomorrow morning. Definitely.
Stay home, Stay safe.
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