You let you friend take some naughty nudies 
What is it about older women? Stuck on this theme, I am entranced and delighted with the sight of mature woman of ample proportions. Especially those with that certain look of assuredness in their eyes and the aura of power and confidence that says very subtly who is in charge. Women of this demeanor have me at least under their thumb.
Even though my wife and I enjoy playing, and we know just where each others buttons are, my mind (and Internet searching) wander to fantasies of cold bathroom tile floors crouched front of the throne, or kneeling beside the vanity table the full weight of my naked knees pressed into the carpet, only daring to look up at such beauty. I am perfectly willing (and have been for years) to earn the privilege of serving such women. I will cook and clean, scrub and polish to earn such pleasures. In fact I do most of that here at home (with pleasure and love btw) But we seldom get there anymore somehow. Fortunately my darling one is happy to share me with approved women.
Please don't let the references to Sissy turn you away. Some enjoy my feminine side others do not. My dream is to find is to find a nice cruel but kind mature women of size in the Seattle WA area that would adopt me once or twice a month for chores around her CFNM home. The only payment I would ask would be the opportunity to worship her beauty. My preference is a women at least 45 years old, but there is no upper age limit as long as there is erotically charged energy and maybe a disciplinary hairbrush. Large women at least 180 pounds especially those that love 50's lingerie as much as I do, would be pleased with what I can offer in the way of willingness, hard work and excellent socializing skills, including a glib and easily directed tongue. Make no mistake however, I know when to be quiet however, starting now. If you are interested I can be reached directly at decadentwon@hotmail.com
Mommy dropped me of at the park in the central part of town one early afternoon. The traffic buzzed around me in all directions as people walked by on the sidewalk surrounding the small park. I was dressed in a pair of baby blue short shorts that were very tight and trimmed in lace with a white bow on either side. My top was also trimmed in lace and although it had a high neckline it was also quite tight. My excited nipples protruded noticeably, but not nearly as noticeable as my harnessed erect little penis. Having had no release for over a month and heavily dosed with Viagra I was rock hard and pointing almost straight out. My pulsing sexual arousal was excruciatingly embarrassing and completely beyond my control. Within the harness was a small egg vibrator secured just under the head that was set to a timer tucked under my belt. Every 15 minute it would begin to hum and stiffen my swollen little manhood amplifying the constant buzzing of a huge vibrating plug wedged deep in my bottom. Thankfully the vibrating egg up front would stop just before an explosion that would have left a very noticeable wet spot on the front of my tiny skin tight shorts. There was however a growing tell tale sigh of leakage as if I had wet myself, something I could do nothing about. Shifting my weight from one leg to another I kept my knees close together as instructed, one slightly bent in a most effeminate stance. My shoes were shinny red with a pink bow on each and they only accentuated my movement and predicament. Alone in the park dressed in the tightest frilliest sissy clothes, hormones cursing through my body, excited beyond belief and on display for all to see. In addition Mommy had taken a hollowed out raw egg shell and injected it full of her urine. Stuffed in my mouth it made it impossible for me to speak as the pungent salty fluid slowly leaked out and down my throat. My face was framed in tight curls and heavily made up. The extra mascara that Mommy had put at the corners of my eyes began to run down my face as my eyes filled with tears of embarrassment and pleasurable delirium. To some this would seem torture but being the author of this little fantasy no sympathy should be extended by the reader. The taste, helplessness and being on display were all simply part of how I was left awaiting my Auntie who was to pick me up that afternoon, and I was loving every minute of it.
