Sissy Art

I love sissy’s. I’m not a Sissy or a cross Dresser…..but there is something very arousing about a Sissy. I find the drawings and digital art even more arousing than photographs. Seeing a “girl” or as many say a”gurl”……aroused….and feminine…..makes me shiver with desire…..

 

 

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you make me

The words…….you make me want to fuck you as if my life depended on the depravity you inspire”………make me want to leap in the darkness with you…….

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you make me want to fuck you with a biological need ,once i see your face

every time you touch me, you make me need to be dominated by your hands

every time you you are gentle with me, i could weep at the tenderness you give

you know how my body responds to yours and what i need from you at that moment

i have to trust you completely as i completely surrender myself to your demands

and you make me want to fuck you as if my life depended on the depravity you inspire

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Namio Harukawa…..A gallery of favorites

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I have always loved these drawings by Namio Harukawa, in spite of the fact that I’m not a submissive male. Being a Dominant male I still appreciate the power of a submission and that of a submissive male, in a Femdom relationship. Of course I do love licking and sucking a chubby girl pussy…..and all or most of his work centers around that.

You can learn more about NamioHarukawa here.

“Namio Harukawa (春川 ナミオ) Harukawa Namio, born in 1947, in Osaka Prefecture, Japan) is a Japanese artist known for his realistic femdom erotica drawings. He created around one thousand unique drawings.[1] Harukawa’s artwork features voluptuous women with large breasts, wide hips, round buttocks and thick legs overpowering and humiliating smaller men. The women in Harukawa’s drawings are typically Asian or European in appearance. Harukawa’s women usually have an aloof look on their faces and often are doing everyday activities such as smoking or drinking a cup of tea.”

Where Did That Girl Go?

Image by Gerome
Image by Gerome

I still lay awake at night pondering where the highly sexual girl I fell in love with disappeared to. You lay beside me sleeping, in shallow breaths. On this hot summer night you lay here under the sheets in only your panties, and I hunger for the nights we laid naked pressed against each other. The scent of your arousal filled my senses and the room, feeding our desires. You gave yourself to me, willingly as I uncovered the darkness which churned in your belly, and oozed from your cunt.

Innocently over coffee many moons ago, you looked at me and said, “You might be surprised……not knowing me at all……but I like rules……I like being made to do things……maybe I misjudged you……but I don’t think so.”

I saw the little girl in you as you walked towards me. I can never put into words what that means or entails. I just know it when I see it. I loved your confidence and strength, and your need to be with a stronger and more confident man. I loved how I made you feel safe and how you made me laugh. I loved how you trusted me, completely. The way you flipped your hair and smiled, flirting with me. My cock was throbbing as you bent over to pick up your keys, showing me your bottom and little panties. Do you remember me taking you in the parking lot, claiming you? Do you remember how you moved into my apartment the next day?

As I raise the sheet and peek at how much fuller your bottom is now, seeing how your panties are stretched and pulled into the cleft of your ass, I feel my cock pulsing as I slip my hand between your thighs, and whisper, “I need you now.” Your lack of response castrates me, as you sleep on, in shallow breathes.

Where did the little girl in you run to?

Confusing Feelings

Submission......image by Gerome.
Submission……image by Gerome.

Her Name was Helen. She was the older lady I met at the book store. She was 52 years young. My mother was 41 years old.

Helen told me……….“I was once with a man who was……..how do I say this?……he was very Dominant…..he was loving but he was very sexual…..he demanded things from me that I had never done……I was embarrassed to do the things he asked of me…..but I did them…..he pushed me and instead of making me weaker…..he made me stronger.”

Helen looked at me for a bit and said……”This could be you……this is you.”

My understanding of this was becoming less confusing, but the pulling between where I had been and where I was leaning, was like bouncing off padded walls. It seemed my mind was screaming……”Please…..Please”….. and my body was electric with arousal. My cock was hard, swollen and throbbing as Helen spoke to me. I needed her to shut up. I needed something and I didn’t exactly know which way to turn, I only knew I needed release. There way an emptiness, coupled with a stronger urge to do something.  In the past when I would feel like this, frustrated and incapable of putting into words my thoughts, I would masturbate. Or, I would go to Sir’s house and submit to his desires. Without so much as a fleeting thought, “that” was not an option that crossed my mind . I was at the end of my rope. I felt as much as she was telling me to reach down and address my Dominant desires and energy, she was leading me. I was still being lead by a metaphoric collar and leash. I was beginning to hate that feeling.

It was too much to absorb. I looked at Helen and said, “I need to go.”

Rene was my best friend. He was my age, we had been sexual partners for as long as our cock’s got hard. When I got home I went next door to see him. He was home and alone. Rene hadn’t seen me in a while and Asked, “Where you been stranger?” We went and sat on his bed. “I don’t know, with Helen……that older lady,” I told him. He could sense I was troubled. “You been with Sir?” he asked. I shook my head. “Why not?” he quickly asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “I been into her……she makes me feel so different,” I replied as I laid back on his bed.

Rene was sitting aside me in his tight spandex shorts. He wore those even though he wasn’t a runner. He didn’t have a shirt on either, so his smooth hairless chest and hard little nipples were right there, teasing me. He curled up next to me and asked, “Has she replaced me?” he said, biting his lower lip. I saw an opportunity to tease him, something I never missed if I had the chance. “You’re such a sissy Rene…….look at you…..no top…..those slutty tight shorts…..and your clitty……are you wet?” I asked trying to humiliate him a little. I knew he loved it, it always made him wanna do anything I wanted.

I sat there for a minute and thought about what I just said, and how it made me feel. The more I teased him and humiliated him, the more willing he was to do anything I asked. Maybe I am that guy that Helen was talking about. With Rene it felt so natural, it was who he and I were for as long as I could remember. “The little sissy want to suck his Master’s cock……..I can tell?” I said, as I pondered why I referred to myself as his Master, I never used that word before. Rene looked at me with blushed cheeks as he opened my pants, not saying a word. He looked at me quickly as he lowered his lips and began kissing and licking the shaft of my cock. Then in one swoop he devoured me. I felt the head of my penis hit the back of his throat as he began bobbing up and down. I simply laid back and enjoyed his service to his “Master.”

I was close, so close. I needed to cum, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted more from him. I wanted so bad to make him beg me to cum. He had done that a few times and now I needed it more than ever. “Stop…..Stop Rene…….look at me……you’re such a good cock sucker……I want you up on all fours…..and take those ridiculous shorts off,” I demanded. I really loved him in those shorts. I could see his cock outlined so perfectly. When he was dripping pre cum there was always a wet spot. But I didn’t want him to know it. They made me a little vulnerable, but that was something else I didn’t want him to recognize either.

Rene slipped his shorts off. His cock was hard and so aroused, the head a pale purple instead of it’s usual lighter pink. He went to stoke it and I said, “No…..no touching,”. I heard him sigh. Up on all fours he looked so feminine, with the exception of his shaved balls. Reaching out I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards me, “Now close your thighs and keep em’ tight.” His cock and balls were so cute and sexy, the thought of leaning in and taking each ball, one at a time in my mouth washed over me. Temptation, has not my best friend. I Slapped his ass hard to shake him and I back to reality. I heard him moan in his soft seductive way, begging for more. I swatted him again and then again, as his cock and balls twitched and bobbed. He was so incredibly sexy. My cock was the only cock to have ever cum in his hole and feel it clench. He was so tight, I needed lube. “Fuck it…..I’m taking you raw, I whispered. He moaned and said, “No……no….the head is gonna hurt.”

I agreed and stuck my finger into him. He moaned. Pulling out and pushing it back in all the way, in and out as I grabbed his cock. I began a thrusting my finger in and out as I stroking and squeezed his cock. Pre cum was dripping from the head as I milked him. I was rubbing against his spot, his prostate. His hard penis would be draining cum soon as he begged , “Please let me cum……Please!” I said nothing. I stopped stroking him, teasing him and he begged me again, “Please let me cum……Please!……Please.”

I wanted to see him cum, I wanted to feel his warm arousal wet my hand. I wanted so bad to take his cock and taste him. Then as I grabbed and squeezed him, I felt is cock pulse, and then release. My hand was drenched. I licked a bit off and wiped the rest on his pink hole. Grabbing his hip with one hand, I aimed my cock to where I would squirt my own cum and pushing into him. He tightened around me, his ass clenching as I pushed deeper. His pink little hole was stretched as I pulled out a bit and then back. A few more thrusts into him and my seed flooded his boy pussy. I had taken him. I had claimed him. Why didn’t I see it that way before.

Dom….sub…..and Everything in Between

I’ve always had a slightly skewed view of the D/s relationship and dynamic. I’m not a D/s intellectual, but I’m pretty well read. As an adult I love control. I’ve been in a lot of places in my life sexually. I was a young male who was “mentored’ by a few  mature males. I suppose because I was younger than these male figures, I naturally did as I was told or what was asked of me. Was it out of respect, or was it fear? I don’t remember ever being afraid, so I will discount that. Was it because I was taught to respect my elder’s, maybe. While I always respected my elders at that age, I believe I wanted to follow. I wanted to be lead into the darkness. I wanted to be touched, fondled and used. Yes I wanted to be a boy toy, a pet.  I wanted all of the dirty, dark sexual experiences that I could be thrown mt way.

I remember the beginning. He was older. I was a young 18 year old smooth twink. Just graduating high school, I was taking the summer off and was sun bathing in nothing but my soft and worn bikini underwear. I was laying by a pond where we skinny dipped. Instead of being with the guys I normally hung out with, that particular day I was alone. I had fallen asleep. I awoke suddenly as a man, an older man sat next to me. He sat too close, but I didn’t move. I was slightly uncomfortable, but not enough to move or say anything to him about it. He made a comment or two, asked if I had been swimming, I nodded I had. He commented that must have been a pretty sight. I was beginning to feel aroused, my cock was swelling and if it hardened anymore, it would clearly be obvious.

His eyes were fixated on my underwear, my cock. He glanced at me and then he went back to looking where he shouldn’t be looking. He nudged the front of his shorts, and looked at me again. This time his eyes were looking deeply into my own, waiting for a reaction. He told me I was sexy and I was causing him to harden, as he fondled himself, his hand still grabbing at his shorts. He was very aroused. I was as well. My underwear was revealing a slight wet spot, my arousal was betraying me.

Slowly he reached over and slipped his warm hand under the waist band of my tiny underwear. I was his. His touch was amazing, soft, gentle, and in someway, very wrong. But I laid back and moaned, as he pulled the front of my bikini briefs down, and took me completely in his mouth. I lasted a few minutes. He asked me if I would come home with him. I nodded I would.

This began a summer of submission. I was naked with him always, I was his cock whore, cock sucker, and I ran to it. I ran to him when he called, or drove by my house. I pushed aside my friends to spend an afternoon or night with him naked, on my knees sucking his cock. He shared me with other men and watched. I wanted to make him proud, I wanted him to whisper in my ear as I took his friends cocks, “You’re a good boy.”

Then, one day I met a woman at a book store.  She was older. We were sitting on two chairs facing each other. I watched as she read her magazine. I would catch her glancing at me, but when I looked up at her, she dropped her head as if she wasn’t staring at me. This went on for a bit. Cat and mouse, who was gonna flinch first. She looked to be my mothers age, and was wearing a skirt. Occasionally she would cross her legs one way, then the other. I could see she was wearing stockings. When she would cross her legs in one direction, the stocking tops peeked out as she moved. I was wondering as my cock hardened, if she was wearing a garter belt or a girdle.

I was extremely aroused as I laid back a bit revealing the lump of my hard cock in my pants. She eventually looked up, her eyes wide open like a deer in head lights as she saw me staring at her. Then her eyes went to my outstretched legs and to my crotch. She stared for too long before looking back at me, biting her lower lip. I held my stare as she slowly parted her thighs. Not too far, but I could see her panties. She went back to reading. I got up and walked to the register and bought the book I had started. I walked outside and smoked a cigarette. I heard, “Ooooooooh there you are.” I said, “Yep.”

I was always looking for sex. I had been with a number of girls my age, and I loved being with them, but for sex I preferred older males. They were sexually hungry and naughty. They weren’t done as soon as they came and they trembled when a young male was naked with them. But she reminded me of my mom and I wondered what that might be like. “Do you have a car young man?” she asked. I nodded I did. “Would you mind taking me home, I mean give me a lift?” “Sure………I take you home,” I said, lingering on, “I take you home.”

I knew she wanted me, her parted thighs were the invite. I felt confident and wanted her. She climbed in and sat sideways on the bench seat in my car. “May I take my shoe off?” she asked. I felt her toes bump against my butt, her knee bent upwards. I looked at her before I put the key in the ignition and saw she was sitting so her thighs were spread as far as the skirt would allow, her other foot was on the floor. She just looked at me as I reached out and put my hand on her leg. I heard her moan. Sliding my hand up her thigh higher I felt her warm flesh above her stockings. I started the car and began to drive, I followed her directions and again slid my hand up her thigh. I touched her panties and they were damp. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. “Oooooooooh……your naughty,” she said, and then after a few moments she crawled over next to me and put her hand in my lap. Whispering, she asked, “Did you like that?” I said, “Yeah…..a lot.”

She quickly opened my pants and took out my cock, her mouth was over it, licking and sucking. Her head was bobbing up and down. I was swerving all over the road and to stay in the lane I grabbed her by the hair and said, “Suck me nice before I get in an accident!” “She looked up at me and said, “Yes Sir,” and went back to sucking. I had said that before, many times. I liked hearing her say that, it felt right.

Something changed in me in that moment, I was never in control before. I spent the night with her and in the morning she was on her knees at the door, sucking my cock again. She became my cock whore and I would call her regularly. She had a boyfriend and it always made me feel good when she would run to be with me, and stand him up. Slowly I ended my relationship with the older males I frequently spent time with. I would show up at her apartment or where she worked, telling her I needed my cock sucked, sometimes I stayed and other times I would leave her with a mouthful of cum. I was feeling good about myself.

I liked hanging out with her. She was easy, and willing. She took orders well and would be dressed as I asked. She was always willing to suck me. I quickly discovered she was a slut. One night we were driving through town and I saw a couple of buddies. They flagged me down and asked for a ride. I told them to get in. I looked at her and told her to suck my cock. She immediately took my cock in her mouth as my buddies watched. With cum dripping from her chin, I told her to suck them too. She readily agreed, as she climbed in the back seat, I pulled over to smoke a cigarette and watch. She was up for anything as long as I fucked her at some point.

She began hinting about loving things put in her wet hole. She whispered she loved being forced to take things, unusual things, and to be tied down. I was intrigued. The next time I saw her we played a game, I would tie her to a table and begin inserting things. She would begin begging me to fuck her harder and deeper. She became too loud and she wouldn’t stop, so I put a her panties in her mouth. It was incredibly arousing to make her come over and over, forcing her to have one more, then one more, and maybe another. Back then I had no idea what a forced orgasm was, but she loved bondage and to be restrained, gagged, and used.

I remember thinking about how I had experienced some of the same things with the mature males, especially when more than one male was present, and how things got very kinky, very fast. I felt extremely excited to have this type of control over her. I also sensed while my friends were making comments about what a whore she was, how strong she was. She was confident and strong willed. She had a powerful job and lived a comfortable life. Sexually she was very submissive, but that word was still not part of my vocabulary. I sensed she made choices based on what aroused her, and who she was with.

One night laying in her bed, she became romantic. I liked that. She kissed me and said soft affectionate things. I had been feeling closer to her and feared if I showed her that, she might make me feel insignificant or walk away. She talked, I listened. She told me, “You may think I’m like this with every man I’m with…..I’m not.” She continued, “You’re very special…..I saw that the first night we met…..I felt safe with you….or I would have never done what I did……I sensed a shyness about you so I did a few things to tease you….do you understand?” I nodded. She went on, “The guy I was seeing when I met you was a nice guy….. but you know how I stood him up to be with you…….he’s not like you…..we didn’t have this type of relationship…..but I can’t help myself.” I was confused, but I continued to listen. “I was once with a man who was……..how do I say this?……he was very Dominant…..he was loving but he was very sexual…..he demanded things from me that I had never done……I was embarrassed to do the things he asked of me…..but I did them…..he pushed me and instead of making me weaker…..he made me stronger.” I told her I was confused. I felt something familiar in what she she was  saying, my submissive past was surging in me as she had described her experiences.” “You should understand what I’m telling you…….from the little you shared about what you have done with men……what they expected of you…..it’s really no different…..don’t you see that?” she said.

I did see it, more so I felt it. It was a conflict. I remember the delicious feelings of arousal from being used. I also felt the comfort of control, and the arousal. I wanted desperately to understand the tension I was feeling about being the Sir and answering to the Sir, and how did the romantic affectionate feelings I was having fit in between it all. I felt affection for that one male who first brought to this place, the respect I had for him. I trusted him with my naked body, my soul. “Do you trust me?” I asked. “Yes…..completely”, She responded and then kissed me softly. “You must have trust, complete trust…..and you should have love and affection……do you see we have chemistry…..do you see how our desires demand that we trust each other completely……and the affection and love for each other is the bond that holds this all together.” I felt so confused.