24-04-2024, 03:09 PM
Vishal, a young Indian man, had always been fascinated by the world of kink and fetish. He spent countless hours online, exploring forums and websites dedicated to all things taboo. It was during one of his late-night browsing sessions that he came across Aman, a handsome and experienced dominant man who shared his interests.
After a few weeks of chatting and flirting online, Vishal decided to take the plunge and meet Aman in person. They arranged to meet at a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, where they could drink and get to know each other better.
As soon as Vishal laid eyes on Aman, he knew he was in for a wild night. Aman was even more attractive in person, with his chiseled features and piercing gaze. Vishal could feel his heart racing as Aman led him to a dark and private corner of the bar.
They ordered drinks and made small talk, but Vishal could sense that Aman was growing impatient. He wanted to get down to business, to explore the kinky desires that had been building between them for weeks.
Aman leaned in close, his lips brushing against Vishal's ear. "Are you ready to be a good little sissy for me?" he whispered.
Vishal nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. He had always been attracted to dominant men, but he had never felt this level of submission before. He was eager to please Aman, to do whatever it took to make him happy.
Aman smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good boy," he said, patting Vishal's head like a dog. "Now, let's go back to my place and get started."
As soon as they arrived at Aman's apartment, he pounced on Vishal. He pushed him against the wall, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. Vishal could feel Aman's hands roaming his body, groping and squeezing his ass and chest.
Aman broke the kiss, his lips curling into a smirk. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
Vishal obeyed, stripping down to his underwear. Aman eyed him up and down, his gaze lingering on Vishal's hard cock. "Not yet," he said, shaking his head. "I want you to be a good little sissy and wear something more feminine."
Aman rummaged through his closet, pulling out a pair of lacy panties and a skimpy bra. Vishal hesitated, but he could see the excitement in Aman's eyes. He wanted to please him, to be the perfect sissy for his dominant master.
He put on the lingerie, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal as he watched Aman's reaction. Aman smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "That's better," he said, pulling Vishal close.
Aman kissed him again, his hands exploring Vishal's body. He pinched and twisted Vishal's nipples, making him gasp with pleasure. Vishal could feel his cock throbbing in his panties, aching to be touched.
But Aman had other plans. He pushed Vishal onto the bed, his hands roaming down to Vishal's ass. He slapped it playfully, making Vishal yelp with surprise. "You have such a beautiful ass," Aman said, his voice thick with desire.
He spread Vishal's cheeks apart, his tongue snaking out to lick and probe at Vishal's hole. Vishal moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of Aman's tongue exploring his most intimate places.
Aman slid a finger inside Vishal's ass, making him moan even louder. He added a second finger, stretching Vishal wide open. Vishal could feel his body trembling, his cock leaking precum into his panties.
Aman pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He thrust inside Vishal, making him cry out with pleasure. Aman started to fuck him hard, his balls slapping against Vishal's ass with every thrust.
Vishal could feel himself losing control, his orgasm building deep inside him. But Aman had other plans. He pulled out, leaving Vishal panting and begging for more.
Aman grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Beg for it, sissy," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Please, master," Vishal gasped, his body trembling with need. "Please let me cum."
Aman relented, allowing Vishal to stroke himself off. But he didn't let him cum right away. He made Vishal edge himself, bringing himself close to the brink and then pulling back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aman allowed Vishal to cum. Vishal moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as he shot his load all over his chest.
Aman grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he said, patting Vishal's head again. "Now, let's move on to the next part of our kinky little adventure."
He reached for Vishal's head, guiding it down to his cock. "Suck it," he commanded.
Vishal obeyed, taking Aman's cock deep into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the head. Aman moaned, his hands gripping Vishal's head as he thrust his hips.
Vishal could feel Aman's balls tightening, a sign that he was getting close. He sucked harder, his lips sealed tight around Aman's shaft. Aman moaned louder, his body trembling with pleasure.
Finally, with a loud cry, Aman came. Vishal swallowed every drop, his body trembling with satisfaction. He had pleased his master, fulfilled his desires.
Aman pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva and cum. "Good boy," he said, smiling down at Vishal. "You've been such a good little sissy for me."
Vishal beamed, his heart swelling with pride. He had never felt so loved, so desired. He had found his place in the world, his purpose.
He was Aman's sissy, his submissive little slut. And he couldn't have been happier.
After a few weeks of chatting and flirting online, Vishal decided to take the plunge and meet Aman in person. They arranged to meet at a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, where they could drink and get to know each other better.
As soon as Vishal laid eyes on Aman, he knew he was in for a wild night. Aman was even more attractive in person, with his chiseled features and piercing gaze. Vishal could feel his heart racing as Aman led him to a dark and private corner of the bar.
They ordered drinks and made small talk, but Vishal could sense that Aman was growing impatient. He wanted to get down to business, to explore the kinky desires that had been building between them for weeks.
Aman leaned in close, his lips brushing against Vishal's ear. "Are you ready to be a good little sissy for me?" he whispered.
Vishal nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. He had always been attracted to dominant men, but he had never felt this level of submission before. He was eager to please Aman, to do whatever it took to make him happy.
Aman smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good boy," he said, patting Vishal's head like a dog. "Now, let's go back to my place and get started."
As soon as they arrived at Aman's apartment, he pounced on Vishal. He pushed him against the wall, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. Vishal could feel Aman's hands roaming his body, groping and squeezing his ass and chest.
Aman broke the kiss, his lips curling into a smirk. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
Vishal obeyed, stripping down to his underwear. Aman eyed him up and down, his gaze lingering on Vishal's hard cock. "Not yet," he said, shaking his head. "I want you to be a good little sissy and wear something more feminine."
Aman rummaged through his closet, pulling out a pair of lacy panties and a skimpy bra. Vishal hesitated, but he could see the excitement in Aman's eyes. He wanted to please him, to be the perfect sissy for his dominant master.
He put on the lingerie, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal as he watched Aman's reaction. Aman smiled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "That's better," he said, pulling Vishal close.
Aman kissed him again, his hands exploring Vishal's body. He pinched and twisted Vishal's nipples, making him gasp with pleasure. Vishal could feel his cock throbbing in his panties, aching to be touched.
But Aman had other plans. He pushed Vishal onto the bed, his hands roaming down to Vishal's ass. He slapped it playfully, making Vishal yelp with surprise. "You have such a beautiful ass," Aman said, his voice thick with desire.
He spread Vishal's cheeks apart, his tongue snaking out to lick and probe at Vishal's hole. Vishal moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of Aman's tongue exploring his most intimate places.
Aman slid a finger inside Vishal's ass, making him moan even louder. He added a second finger, stretching Vishal wide open. Vishal could feel his body trembling, his cock leaking precum into his panties.
Aman pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He thrust inside Vishal, making him cry out with pleasure. Aman started to fuck him hard, his balls slapping against Vishal's ass with every thrust.
Vishal could feel himself losing control, his orgasm building deep inside him. But Aman had other plans. He pulled out, leaving Vishal panting and begging for more.
Aman grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Beg for it, sissy," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Please, master," Vishal gasped, his body trembling with need. "Please let me cum."
Aman relented, allowing Vishal to stroke himself off. But he didn't let him cum right away. He made Vishal edge himself, bringing himself close to the brink and then pulling back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aman allowed Vishal to cum. Vishal moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as he shot his load all over his chest.
Aman grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he said, patting Vishal's head again. "Now, let's move on to the next part of our kinky little adventure."
He reached for Vishal's head, guiding it down to his cock. "Suck it," he commanded.
Vishal obeyed, taking Aman's cock deep into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the head. Aman moaned, his hands gripping Vishal's head as he thrust his hips.
Vishal could feel Aman's balls tightening, a sign that he was getting close. He sucked harder, his lips sealed tight around Aman's shaft. Aman moaned louder, his body trembling with pleasure.
Finally, with a loud cry, Aman came. Vishal swallowed every drop, his body trembling with satisfaction. He had pleased his master, fulfilled his desires.
Aman pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva and cum. "Good boy," he said, smiling down at Vishal. "You've been such a good little sissy for me."
Vishal beamed, his heart swelling with pride. He had never felt so loved, so desired. He had found his place in the world, his purpose.
He was Aman's sissy, his submissive little slut. And he couldn't have been happier.
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