Li3L4's Court of TG: November 2023

Slippery Slope

“Bend over”, Kyle did as told, placing his manicured hands on the wall to balance atop his high heels. He sticked out his rear, encased in tight leather pants.

“That’s a good girl”, said the man standing besides Kyle, leash in hand. He smiled and ran a hand across Kyle’s rear before giving it a firm squeeze.

“You came all dolled up just as I asked, you really are just a pathetic sissy”. Kyle sighed at his touch, the man’s berating words only served to rile him up even more.

Kyle couldn’t exactly remember how he had found those sissy hypno videos, all he knew was that it turned him on like nothing else, he kept going back to them, chasing that wonderful orgasm. His girly ass and slender figure lended themselves for him to dress up in lingerie, which made his sexual release all the much intense.

But after a while, the videos weren’t enough, even after given in a gotten a small dilo to fuck himself with, it wasn’t enough. He needed something more, more real. That’s how he found himself in chat logs, “Kyla” would stay up late, glued to the screen while ramming a dildo up his ass as a stranger on the internet told him what a filthy and pathetic sissy he was. He’d send pictures, lots of them, and each orgasm was mindbreakingly intense. He had a favorite chat, a man who knew just exactly how to tease him, how to get Kyle so on edge he’d beg him over text for release. So when Kyle got offered to meet in person, he agreed.

The heels and leather pants had been carefully picked out by his partner, the man was so meticulous that he had even picked Kyla’s hairstyle and nail color.

The man slid his hand under Kyla’s tight attire and started to pull down on the leather pants. Kyla sighed, remembering all the promises the man had made over chat, about making Kyla into his servant, about putting him on a leash, about making sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.

Kyla knew there was no going back to his old life after tonight, he’d forever be a sissy, a buttslut, and most importantly, another’s man conquest.

“Are you ready, sissy?”, asked the man.

“I’m ready” said Kyla, “I’m ready to be yours”.

Standing Up to Bullying Finale

Aliana felt her collar tighten as Bryan pulled back on the chain for better leverage. She purred out a low moan as Bryan pumped steadily into what he called Aliana’s “boi-pussy”. With the choking of the collar making Aliana grow hornier, she started to buck his hips back against Bryan, trying to get him to impale her boi-pussy harder, deeper. Aliana might have once felt ashamed of such acts, but that seemed like a far memory now.

When Bryan still whored out Tim, as he insisted on calling himself back then, he had made sure that the guys only ravaged the poor boy’s mouth and throat. Tim got good at it, and so most of the guys were happy to get sucked off, feed their seed to Tim and leave it at that. But Bryan wanted more, and Tim could see the writing on the wall. One night, as Bryan layed on the sofa with Tim dolled up, bobbing his girly face up and down his shaft, Tim begged Bryan not to whore him out as an anal slut. He begged and cried all while having Bryan’s cock resting over his face.

Surprisingly, Bryan agreed to not whore out poor Tim. That, however, would come at a very steep price. First, Tim was to move in with Bryan’s new apartment. As Tim loved alone, it only took one afternoon for all his stuff to me moved into his new home. Second, Tim was to wear a chastity cage at all times, if he didn’t, Bryan would make sure the basketball team had their own group whore. Lastly, Tim was no more, since that moment forward, he would live, look and act like Aliana, Bryan’s hot, horny and obedient girlfriend. Tim couldn’t believe it, but Bryan had him held quite literally by the balls, and so from that day her began to sink into the role of Aliana.

He had to dropout of Uni, of work, Aliana didn’t need those things anyway, assured Bryan, instead he’d give his girlfriend a monthly allowance destined to keep Aliana as the most feminine thing anywhere “she” went. That was another doing of Bryan’s, Aliana was to call herself “she” permanently.

She never had friends as Tim, and her relationship with her parents was rocky at best. Cutting contact with them wasn’t hard but it served to further kill what remained of Tim. Aliana’s new friends were those approved by Bryan, mostly his buddie’s girlfriends that made sure to keep Aliana up to date with the latest bedroom tricks.

Aliana was kept on a strict diet, corset and exercise regime, one that would transform her body into Bryan’s idea of “a fuckable bod”. That included tattoos, Aliana recalled crying herself to sleep after seeing the permanent ink on her back. Bryan didn’t share her, not even her talented mouth, but he certainly didn’t let Aliana rest either, everyday he would leave at least three loads in her belly and at least 3 jammed up her anus. Aliana had cried the first time Bryan had popped her cherry, but with time and constantly being plugged up, she learned to manage and even enjoy it, as it as the only way she con pleasure herself and relief the pressure on her caged clitty.

Their 2 year anniversary is coming up and Aliana knows Bryan will wnat to most likely fuck he brains out. Her clitty tingles at the thought of it, desperate for release. With Bryan still thrusting from behind, she tries to focus on the pleasure, a moan escaped her lips as Bryan slaps her ass.

“That’s it, you little slut. Just waint until you get you anniversary gift, Imma enjoy fucking you new tits so much”

Aliana moaned back. Her size had already been decided, D cups. She felt Bryan hit her spot and clear cum dribble out her clitty. Aliana couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't stood up to Bryan all that time ago, not that it matter, she has been his btich back then, she was his bitch now

Attention Seeker

Adrian had always dreamed of making it big as a streamer, however, for one reason or another he hadn’t had much luck in the whole 2 years he had been putting out content. He had tried it all, following game trends and even stupid internet challenges. Yet nothing seemed to attract the attention he needed. That’s when he noticed bath tub streams: women dressed in nothing but bikinis pulling in thousands of views. He felt cheated, but it sparked an idea, in that stream he set up a sub goal, if he was able to archive it, he’d dress up as a girl for next stream. It was a dumb idea, nothing more than a joke, but much to his surprise, he made it past the goal. That’s how he found himself badly dressed as a woman on the following stream, complete with a bath towel as a wig, it was a poor costume, but it's what made it funny. As “Adriana” made his debut, he was surprised by the sudden surge in viewership, it was hundreds more than what he had ever gotten!. Adrian was feeling on heaven, and o when the message asking “how much for a proper girl costume” he was quick to set a goal he thought unrealistic.

It got passed within a couple hours.

Knowing well that his streaming career would tank if he didn't hold up his promise, Adrian spent a week preparing for his “girly stream”. He shaved his face baby smooth along with his chest and legs. He got some clothes off the internet; a hoodie and a black skirt along with a face mask and neon purple wig. He even got some fake nails that matched his hair. When the day finally arrived he spent a good portion of the day getting ready, and so when the camera rolled and Adriana appeared on screen the response was nothing but ectatic. People where puring in faster than Adrian could keep up with. Sure there were some creepy comments but the adrenaline of the moment made Adrian ignore them. Then he saw it, a highlighted comment “How much for full makeup next?” that was easy, Adrian thought. He already had the clothes, so makeup shouldn't be too hard. And so another week went by and Adriana appeared on screen, this time with long lashes and rudimentary eyeshadow to go with his lipstick. Again, views surged, and again, requests were made “How much for you to wear a leash”. Okay, a bit weird…but it was just a leash, Adrian thought. Week after week, views would come in, ask Adrian to and something to his “girly stream” and he would comply, starting the cycle again. By the two month mark, Adrian had gotten good at doing his makeup and his girl voice was passable. By the third month he was able to endure having a corset for the whole stream. He’d made a risky stream in nothing but panties, bra and a leash a viewer had asked him to buy. Then came buying the breast forms to accentuate his figure. Hell, in his latest stream his chat had made him buy a dildo and get it shipped to his house on stream, a big one too.After that Adrian had received non stop requests of a video of him using siad dildo, of course, he refused. He was doing all this as a joke, a way to get viewers…but that didn’t mean he was gonna make a porn video.

Or so he said, until he saw a massage offering a sum with so many zeros at the end he was sure it was a scam. But the viewer was legit, and after forwarding half the money, Adrian was left with in an awkward spot.

Now, with the camera set up on a tripod, Adrian kneels on the bed, wearing nothing but white lingerie, a red choker and a chain link leash as per his viewers request. The dildo stands ominously behind him, but he decides that the faster he get this over with, the better.

As the camera rolls, Adrian puts on a smile “Hey there, it's me your favorite streamer, Adriana” he said in his girly voice as he reached back and grabbed the dildo with one hand. “And today I’m going to demolish my boi-pussy for you” He wished the request has not included those lines, but he had to go along with it, placing the dildo beneath him, Adriana took one last breath before lowering himself and getting impaled by the thick object, he turned to the camera and let out a moan, lost in the moment, Adrian failed to realize his own erect dick sticking out his pantiesl As he kept rinding the dildo, more moans escaped his lips.

“I’m a sissy girl” he breathed, they request has not put that in the script, but it didn't hurt to add a little extra, right? “fuck, fuck!” Adrian rode the dildo up until explosive orgasm. And even then he slowly worked it in and out while laying on the bed. the camera had long stopped recording, not like it matter anyway, Adrian was sure his new video would open up a for more lucrative career path for him.

Man of His Word

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Chris groaned and held onto the chair for support. He brought his nylon-clad legs together and balanced himself atop his heels as he waited for the vibrator buried deep inside him to subside.

“What’s wrong, Christa?” said a voice behind him. His wife stood in the room with her arms crossed, a pink remote held in one hand. Christ wanted to reply, but as the vibrator grew in intensity he had to bite his lip to suppress a moan.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you are enjoying your new toy” purred his wife. “But that can’t be, not with what you said, right?”.

Chris knew fullwell what his wife referred to, last christmas they had gone to visit his wife’s family. One of her male cousins had bought along his husband for dinner. Chris hated the way “those people shoved their choices down out throats” as he put it. However, he had kept quiet for most of the dinner. that is, until the excessive amounts of wife loosened his lips.

The things he had said that night had been truly horrendous, calling the couple every slur under the sun and then some more. Claiming how sick he was of “their kind” and how “anyone who likes to take it up the ass deserves to get their dick cut off”.

After his drunken tirade, Chris had passed out. When he woke up, he didn't remember a single thing, but he did notice the chastity cage locked firmly over his groin.

His wife made sure to inform him of what he had done the night before, and how that was more than enough grounds for divorce. However, she had decided on something else, she would give Chris the chance to prove his conviction.

Chris of course accepted without question; as rotten as hi heart was, he still loved his wife deeply. That was his first mistake.

His wife laid out his sentence for him: if he could endure 6 months in the cage, all would be forgiven. While 6 months was a long time, Chris was confident, he was a convicted man after all, he’d just have to tough it out for a bit. However, his wife wasn’t going to make it easy.

First it was the underwear, she had one day thrown out all his normal pairs and replaced them with lace panties. He tried to fight it but his wife dangling the keys to his cage in front of him along with the looming shadow of divorce was enough to get him to give in. Panties became a daily thing.

stockings and heels came next, he’d wear a thong with suspenders holding up his nylons under his work trousers only to come home, lose work attire and slip on a pair of black pumps. His wife seemed delighted to see Chris struggle to go about the house with thrown off balance. The results of Chris’ new diet didn’t show themselves until the halfway mark, he had slimmed down so much it scared him. Adding on top the corset his wife had gotten and Chris easily looked as feminine and delicate as can be. His skin has softened up and it all this time his wife hadn’t allowed him to get a haircut. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see Chris, but an attractive petite woman. His arousing reflection only served to remind him about the cage that kept him hostage.

By the fifth month, Chris, or has his wife called him now, Christa, had used so many sick day leaves from his job that he was sure he had been fired. His day was now dedicated to housekeeping as per his wife instructions. Months of sexual frustration kept Chris constantly on edge, but he knew he could hold on, at least, until his wife brought home the vibrator.

She paired the devilish device with a plug and some ankle cuffs to make sure Christa got to feel them with every last step he took, she’d turn on the vibrator randomly, making Chris stop in his tracks and use all his will to not orgasm. Now, with just a week remaining, Chris digged his manicured nails into the chair cushion as he felt and immense pressure building up.

“Just one more week, Christa, one more week and you’ll be back to your old self” said his wife.

Chris whimpered and felt his wife increase the strength of the vibrator, his knees felt weak, his head felt light. JUst one more week. The vibrator reached its max and Chris let out a high moan as a wave of ecstasy crashed over him like a tidal wave. He stood there, unable to move as his legs shook and he could feel a fluid flowing out his cage and dripping onto the floor. His wife smiled.

“So close”, she said. Chris could barely breathe, still riding his orgasm, His wife simply sent a text on her phone; she’d make sure Chris was a man of his word, or rather, a woman.