You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent…
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you’ve already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me, no second thoughts
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
The games we’ve played till now are at an end
Past all thought of if or when
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us
Past the point of no return
The final threshold?
What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn
Beyond the point of no return?
M’kay, so my geek was showing there for a second. But there’s not a whole hell of a lot out there more fitting right now. Andrew Lloyd Webber knows his shit.
Tonight was fun. Like, seriously fun. Like, a million different kinds of fun.
So there’s this adorable sissy I own. And earlier this week, I’d decided that he was going to take a big step forward today.
He was going to suck cock. No big deal, there. He’s done it before. But this time, he was going to finish, and swallow.
Not a huge difference, right?
Poor Sounder. It was a rough week for him. Yesterday and today were the worst, of course. I really turned up the fear factor, and gave him quite a bit to think about.
Oh! And on… Thursday, I think? While he was at work, he asked, “Did you ship something to me?”
“I got a delivery notification. I’m not expecting anything.”
Well, cool. I didn’t think anything else of it, until later that night, when I asked what had been delivered.
His response was, “Yeah, God or whoever’s in charge definitely likes you more than me.”
I laughed. “Why do you say that? What was in the box?”
“Lingerie I ordered 6 months ago, and it never showed up.”
I was intrigued. Particularly when he was hopeful that it wouldn’t fit.
But, because the entire Universe works tirelessly to accommodate me, I received a text a few minutes later, after he’d tried it on.
“Of course it fits.”
“Is it pretty?”
He didn’t answer with words, but his answer was more than enough.
Like, ho-ly shit.
Um, yeah, it’s fucking pretty.
So yay! He had amazing new lingerie to wear while he swallows cum. And damn, that is some fucking hot lingerie.
I was even more excited. I couldn’t wait for Sunday to get here.
So today, Kazander and I pulled up to Sounder’s house and knocked on the door. He let us in, and I think my whole face lit up when I saw him, dressed up, his hair and makeup done, wearing one of my very favorite pairs of his panties, a pair with no back.
Actually, there’s a picture of him wearing that pair on his blog, along with some other incredibly sexy pictures. And of course, I have it right here.
Dude, he was just so damn hot. I didn’t wait, I barely dropped my purse and my bag on the floor before putting my hands on him, pushing him against the door and groping him.
I turned to Kazander. “I love these panties on her. They make her ass look so perky, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they do. She’s fucking hot.”
And I just have to go on a quick tangent. Because, while Kazander and I aren’t really “there” sexually with each other, he has become a really kind of amazing partner when it comes to Topping others.
I mean, he’s inexperienced as fuck, of course. He struggles to find that balance between pushing limits and crossing lines. As we were talking about how we wanted the night to go, I had to hold him back more than once, and remind him that if we break our toy, we won’t be able to play with her anymore.
But it’s awesome, it really is. It’s so much better to have to hold someone back than it would be to try and encourage someone who just isn’t into it.
So I was excited, and turned on by how Dominant Kazander was through the whole thing, and how easily he fell into that role. The two of us, sharing and using Sounder together, is pretty damn amazing, actually.
And Sounder really is such a fun toy to play with. He was so nervous. I’d been fucking with his head for days, and I wasn’t gentle.
I wasn’t gentle today, either. I had him bend over the arm of the couch, his ass exposed and waiting. Of course we were going to put things in it.
But I was nice, I went with something small (instead of the largest toy I have, which Kazander had wanted to use). Kazander stood next to me as I eased the vibe into Sounder.
And once it was in, I asked Kazander if we wanted to do the honors. He said, “Of course,” and took the vibe, fucking Sounder with it.
I stepped to Sounder’s side, putting one hand on the back of his neck and the other on the small of his back, really driving home the fact that it wasn’t my hand fucking him.
Poor Sounder, he was so tense, trying so hard not to enjoy Kazander fucking him. And for a few minutes, he succeeded. But then, Kazander and I could hear his soft, occasional moans.
It was so much fun, it was so hot watching Kazander fucking him with the vibe, and watching Sounder enjoy it.
Kazander wanted to fuck him with more than the vibe, though. He tried pretty hard to convince me to let him fuck Sounder right then and there. And for half a second, I considered it.
But no, that’s the next step. I wanted Sounder to taste cum for the first time. I wanted him to actively make Kazander cum, feel him shoot his load, and consciously swallow it.
Being fucked will, in many ways, be harder for him to handle than sucking cock, but there’s a level of passivity there. All he’ll have to do is bend over and stay still. Hell, I could tie him down, even, and take away his choice in the matter.
The end result would still be the same, no matter which hole we used. Sounder would have a man shoot his load into him. He’d officially be my sissy cumdumpster.
But with a blowjob, he has to be the one to do it. He has to make himself my sissy cumdumpster. He has to make the conscious decision to obey me, to do this thing he really doesn’t want to do, to make me happy.
Sure I could tie him down and let men use him. And I will.
But not the first time. Not tonight. Tonight was going to be all him.
We went upstairs, and I happily showed Kazander the beautiful, pink, lacy sissy bed that Sounder sleeps in. And then Kazander sat down on that bed, took off his pants, and waited expectantly while I told Sounder to get on his knees.
I pushed Sounder forward, holding Kazander’s half-hard cock and sliding it into Sounder’s warm, wet mouth. I didn’t even have to push hard, or tell Sounder to open his mouth, like I have in the past. Sucking cock is starting to come easier to him, I think.
He’s a very good cocksucker. Kazander didn’t last long. He came, his cock throbbing as he shot his load into Sounder’s mouth.
And Sounder, the obedient, darling slut, didn’t spill a drop. I watched him, Kazander’s cock still in his mouth, forcing himself to swallow. The look on his face was just absolutely precious.
Afterward, Kazander put on his clothes and went out for a cigarette, while I stayed there with Sounder, him on all fours on the floor.
“You’re a cumdumpster now,” I told him, my hand between his legs, rubbing his p-spot. “And you’re going to cum with the taste of his cum still in your mouth.”
He didn’t take long, either. I let him up, told him he could change, and that I’d meet him downstairs. Kazander was ready to leave (we’d taken separate cars because he wanted to get home quickly).
But before he left, I asked him what he thought of Sounder’s mouth.
“It was great. She’s a talented cocksucker.”
And it was funny. I said, “You know what we should’ve done? I should’ve had you cum yesterday. Or this morning. So you’d last longer.”
He nodded. “I was thinking the same thing,” he agreed. “Oh well, now we know for next time.”
I grinned. “Thinking about next time already?”
He shrugged. “I’m never going to turn down a blowjob from a hot slut.”
He left, and Sounder came downstairs, and he and I settled on the couch to watch a movie. I sat there, my arm around him and my hand around his neck, and he started pushing forward against my hand, wanting me to choke him harder.
At one point, he even took my hand, pressing it harder against his throat.
And for the record, it really doesn’t take much to make me go from normal to turned-the-fuck-on. Like, not much at all. Sometimes, all it takes is a hand on mine, and an unspoken request to be handled more roughly.
My hand went between his legs, rubbing his p-spot again. He spread his legs, leaning back against me, squirming and moaning as I rubbed him to an orgasm. And then another. I didn’t stop, I didn’t give him time to rest, I just kept going.
With my other hand, I fondled his breasts, but when I finally pinched his nipple, and heard him gasp, “Yes, please yes,” I intensified everything. Combining the pleasure and pain, it didn’t take long for him to cum again, pushing hard against me and crying out, still writhing uncontrollably.
I’d never seen him that turned on before. The way he moved was different, his voice was different, his mannerisms were different. And it made him bolder. At one point, he slid off the couch, kneeling at my feet.
“May I?” he asked.
He bent down, kissing my feet while I ran my fingers up and down his back. But, while I certainly enjoyed that, I wasn’t done making him cum, and pulled him back up on the couch with me.
I actually lost track of how many times he came. It was definitely more than five, and it might have been more than ten. And holy hell, they were intense. It was so damn hot to watch. His back arched, practically screaming, clinging to me, his legs thrashing as the sensations overwhelmed him.
And I still wasn’t done. I got off the couch, lying him down flat as I sat beside him, still rubbing his p-spot with one hand, the other around his neck, and now I could choke him even harder.
He came again, one last time, arching his back so high, I was worried he might hurt himself. But he didn’t, he lied limp on the couch, panting and gasping, still squirming just a little.
“Are you alright?” I asked, grinning.
“I don’t know… I can’t handle it.”
I laughed. “That’s a good thing.”
I got up to wash my hands. After a moment, he managed to pull himself to his feet. I walked up to him, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“That… That was… Just mind-blowing,” he murmured. “Earth-shattering.”
“I can see that. Was it enough to make up for earlier?”
“That part actually wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.”
“Well good, see? You’re a true born sissy. It all just comes naturally to you.”
Any other time, he, being that perfect mix of sweet and sarcastic, would’ve had a sarcastic answer to that. But this time, he barely managed a half-muttered “uh, huh,” before pulling me close again and resting his head on my shoulder.
But he seemed really unsteady on his feet. “Come on, let’s sit back down.”
We sat back down, I pulled him close and put my arm around him, and he rested his head on my shoulder. And really, in less than two minutes, I realized he’d fallen asleep. The poor thing, so worn out, so overwhelmed.
I sat back, resting my head against his, letting him rest while I watched the end of the movie. Then, I woke him up, and he walked me out.
I think he’ll sleep well tonight.
And when he wakes up in the morning, in his sissy bed, he’ll remember exactly what it felt like to kneel at the edge of it, obediently swallowing cum. And he’ll know that there’s no coming back from that. For the rest of his life, he will never not be a sissy cum dumpster.
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we’re one?
When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud bursts into bloom?
When will the flames at last consume us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn
We’ve passed the point of no return