u/CourseMoney192

Meeting me in a club, the beach, the pool, or even simply in my personal life—possibly even on Tinder or someplace else—will convince me to try older guys. In this fashion, I may act as a group toy or your vacation toy.

Any references to this page would be highly would be greatly appreciated.

My fetishes include anal sex, oral sex, squirting, bondage, rough sex, pain, water sports, breeding, large toys, CNC, stretching/gaping, and shredding clothing. Only those who are at least 18+

waiting to ringg my bell📞

Hey girls,

Sorry for the long post, but I finally finished it and had to share!

I've been reading stories here for years and constantly fantasizing about being the perfect girl. I wanted to thank you all for your encouraging messages and advice. This is a fantastic community!

I'm 37, 5'10", average build, and not exactly a knockout, though I try. Lately, I've been wearing a chastity belt almost all the time. After posting an ad on DoubleList as Rachel, looking for someone patient to help me take the next step, I got a few responses. One man really caught my eye: a 55-year-old, "daddy" type. He seemed experienced, respectful but firm, and he loved the whole chastity belt thing. He said he wanted to "tame" a good girl properly.

We talked for a couple of weeks. I set myself little tasks that excited me: posing, walking in heels, getting myself aroused by reciting my mantras out loud, sending him voice notes begging him. Every time I did them, I felt amazing, but also terrified. That constant voice in my head kept saying, "What the hell are you doing?" The part of me that had always hidden this fought against the desperate need to submit and feel like a girl. The guilt and fear were brutal. Some days, but the desire won. I had to push through all that mental noise to keep going. He finally asked if I wanted to meet in person, and I said yes.

Last weekend, I booked a hotel room so I could get ready in private without any stress. I waxed myself completely, put on my curly brown wig, and changed into my most provocative pink nightgown—a sheer one that doesn't hide much—and the matching thong that barely covers the front of my closed cage. There he was, staring at me. I almost regretted it, but I forced myself to wait for him. I texted him the room number.

When he knocked, my hands were shaking. I let him in, and he started kissing me right away. At first, it felt really weird kissing a man like that. My brain was panicking, but then my feminine side took over, and I let myself go. His hands were grabbing my ass, pushing me against his hard cock through his pants… it was intense.

As soon as he saw the little cage, he laughed and touched it with his finger. “Look at that pathetic little thing,” he said. The humiliation burned, but I loved it. It turned me on even more. From our conversations, I knew he enjoyed being humiliated.

He told me it was time to put my dildo practice to use. I knelt down and started with his cock. It was thick and heavy, bigger than any of my toys. I licked his shaft, savoring it, and then took it in my mouth. It was so hot and throbbing on my tongue. I sucked and moved my head, gagging as I pushed it deeper down my throat. Drool was everywhere, running down my wrist. He held my head and slowly penetrated my mouth, calling me his eager sucker, his cute little faggot, his caged little sex toy. Every word made me throb inside the cage. I couldn't take it all. Not the way I wanted, but that moment would come.

After a while, he bent me over the bed, took out my anal plug, and spread me open with his fingers using lube. First two fingers, then three, he stretched my pussy while I moaned against the sheets. Then I got into position and asked him if I was ready to lose my virginity. I moaned yes, and he started penetrating me. At first, the stretching hurt—it felt so thick—but I took a deep breath and pushed back until it was all the way in. God, feeling so full was incredible. I'm so glad I practiced with my toys and used the anal plug. The feeling is indescribable. So much better than a toy!

He fucked me with those long thrusts. He didn't hit my prostate perfectly every time, like I'd read, but there were these random, intense bursts of pleasure that made my legs tremble and my clit wet inside my thong. I moaned loudly, pushing back like a slut. He slapped my ass, gripped my hips tightly, and said, "I was born for this." My pathetic caged clit proved that I was now just a female sex toy. I felt so used and yet so good.

He flipped me onto my stomach. He leaned back, my legs over his shoulders, and kept going. My clitoris was dripping nonstop, soaking my thong, but I didn't orgasm. I kept waiting for that hands-free orgasm everyone talks about, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it because of what everyone had said. Even so, it felt incredible.

His breathing quickened, his thrusts became shorter and stronger. I felt his whole body tense, and then he came deep inside me (he was wearing a condom, but I could still feel him throbbing and finishing). That moment really impacted me. It had made me feel like I was on another level.

Meeting me in a club, the beach, the pool, or even simply in my personal life—possibly even on Tinder or someplace else—will convince me to try older guys. In this fashion, I may act as a group toy or your vacation toy.

Any references to this page would be highly would be greatly appreciated.

My fetishes include anal sex, oral sex, squirting, bondage, rough sex, pain, water sports, breeding, large toys, CNC, stretching/gaping, and shredding clothing. Only those who are at least 18+

waiting to ringg my bell📞

Hey girls,

Sorry for the long post, but I finally finished it and had to share!

I've been reading stories here for years and constantly fantasizing about being the perfect girl. I wanted to thank you all for your encouraging messages and advice. This is a fantastic community!

I'm 37, 5'10", average build, and not exactly a knockout, though I try. Lately, I've been wearing a chastity belt almost all the time. After posting an ad on DoubleList as Rachel, looking for someone patient to help me take the next step, I got a few responses. One man really caught my eye: a 55-year-old, "daddy" type. He seemed experienced, respectful but firm, and he loved the whole chastity belt thing. He said he wanted to "tame" a good girl properly.

We talked for a couple of weeks. I set myself little tasks that excited me: posing, walking in heels, getting myself aroused by reciting my mantras out loud, sending him voice notes begging him. Every time I did them, I felt amazing, but also terrified. That constant voice in my head kept saying, "What the hell are you doing?" The part of me that had always hidden this fought against the desperate need to submit and feel like a girl. The guilt and fear were brutal. Some days, but the desire won. I had to push through all that mental noise to keep going. He finally asked if I wanted to meet in person, and I said yes.

Last weekend, I booked a hotel room so I could get ready in private without any stress. I waxed myself completely, put on my curly brown wig, and changed into my most provocative pink nightgown—a sheer one that doesn't hide much—and the matching thong that barely covers the front of my closed cage. There he was, staring at me. I almost regretted it, but I forced myself to wait for him. I texted him the room number.

When he knocked, my hands were shaking. I let him in, and he started kissing me right away. At first, it felt really weird kissing a man like that. My brain was panicking, but then my feminine side took over, and I let myself go. His hands were grabbing my ass, pushing me against his hard cock through his pants… it was intense.

As soon as he saw the little cage, he laughed and touched it with his finger. “Look at that pathetic little thing,” he said. The humiliation burned, but I loved it. It turned me on even more. From our conversations, I knew he enjoyed being humiliated.

He told me it was time to put my dildo practice to use. I knelt down and started with his cock. It was thick and heavy, bigger than any of my toys. I licked his shaft, savoring it, and then took it in my mouth. It was so hot and throbbing on my tongue. I sucked and moved my head, gagging as I pushed it deeper down my throat. Drool was everywhere, running down my wrist. He held my head and slowly penetrated my mouth, calling me his eager sucker, his cute little faggot, his caged little sex toy. Every word made me throb inside the cage. I couldn't take it all. Not the way I wanted, but that moment would come.

After a while, he bent me over the bed, took out my anal plug, and spread me open with his fingers using lube. First two fingers, then three, he stretched my pussy while I moaned against the sheets. Then I got into position and asked him if I was ready to lose my virginity. I moaned yes, and he started penetrating me. At first, the stretching hurt—it felt so thick—but I took a deep breath and pushed back until it was all the way in. God, feeling so full was incredible. I'm so glad I practiced with my toys and used the anal plug. The feeling is indescribable. So much better than a toy!

He fucked me with those long thrusts. He didn't hit my prostate perfectly every time, like I'd read, but there were these random, intense bursts of pleasure that made my legs tremble and my clit wet inside my thong. I moaned loudly, pushing back like a slut. He slapped my ass, gripped my hips tightly, and said, "I was born for this." My pathetic caged clit proved that I was now just a female sex toy. I felt so used and yet so good.

He flipped me onto my stomach. He leaned back, my legs over his shoulders, and kept going. My clitoris was dripping nonstop, soaking my thong, but I didn't orgasm. I kept waiting for that hands-free orgasm everyone talks about, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it because of what everyone had said. Even so, it felt incredible.

His breathing quickened, his thrusts became shorter and stronger. I felt his whole body tense, and then he came deep inside me (he was wearing a condom, but I could still feel him throbbing and finishing). That moment really impacted me. It had made me feel like I was on another level.