The longer I live this life, the more shameless I get. That first shy thrill of silk against my skin has turned into full-blown, dripping obsession. I don’t just accept being naked anymore, I crave it. I stand in front of the mirror completely bare, girl cock already leaking a shiny string of precum down my thigh, asshole still pulsing from the plug I wore all day. I spread my cheeks wide and watch my hole wink back at me, slick and hungry, practically begging to be stretched wider and filled deeper.

My closet is now pure slut gear. No more sweet little lace sets. I reach for the obscene stuff: micro-thongs that ride up my crack and barely cover my leaking tip, crotchless fishnets that frame my hard clitty and heavy balls like they’re on display, sheer bodystockings that let my nipples poke through, garter belts that bite into my thighs when I’m bent over getting railed. I love how the fabric sticks to sweat and cum, turning every outfit into proof of how hard and how often I’ve been used.

I fantasize about every hole getting wrecked at the same time. A fat cock choking my throat until spit and tears run down my face, another one slamming into my ass so hard, while hands jerk my dripping girl cock. I want my wrists roped behind my back, ankles strapped to a spreader bar, body swinging helplessly while strangers take turns breeding me raw. Cum leaking from my stretched hole, dripping down my legs, pooling under me in sticky puddles while more loads paint my face, my tits, my open mouth.

I dream of being the center of an orgy, passed around like the eager cum-dump I am. Cock after cock sliding down my throat, up my ass, jerking off onto my tongue until I’m coated head to toe in thick, hot ropes. I want to kneel in the middle of the room, mouth wide, tongue out, begging for the next load while they cover me until I look like a glazed donut. And when they’re finally spent, I want to be left there trembling, leaking from both ends, body marked and owned, still aching for more.

Submission isn’t a game anymore, it’s who I am. I crave being trained until I break beautifully. A strong hand around my throat while I’m fucked senseless, a low growl telling me I’m just warm holes and a leaking clit that exists to serve. I want to be edged for hours until I’m crying, begging, promising anything for release, only to be denied again and left shaking. I want a collar locked around my neck, leash clipped on, crawling on all fours with my ass plugged and my cock caged, constantly reminded that my orgasms belong to someone else.

I’m not the nervous girl who first slipped into panties anymore. I’m the cock-hungry, cum-craving, hole-stuffed sissy slut who wants to be used until there’s nothing left but surrender. And I’m only getting hungrier.

A few years ago, I took my first tentative steps into this electrifying world, and oh, how it’s transformed me. It all began with a single, deliciously naughty act: slipping into a pair of silky women’s panties. The moment that soft, lacy fabric hugged my skin, I felt a rush of arousal that was both forbidden and intoxicating. I’d wear them under my everyday clothes, out in public, the secret thrill of it making my heart race. Every step I took, the delicate material would caress me, teasing my cock until I was throbbing, a pool of precum soaking the crotch of those panties. The sensation was addictive, a constant reminder of my hidden desires.

That was just the beginning. My curiosity led me to explore further, and soon I discovered the exquisite pleasure of butt plugs. The Njoy Pure Plug became my holy grail.. its smooth, stainless steel curve fits so perfectly, a delicious weight that nestles against my prostate with just a touch of silicone lube to make it slide in effortlessly. I wear it all day, every day, relishing the way it presses against that sweet spot, sending shivers through me with every movement. The best part? The way it milks my prostate, coaxing out streams of precum that drip into my panties, leaving them slick and sticky. There’s something so filthy, so utterly erotic, about feeling that warm wetness pool against my skin, knowing it’s my body surrendering to the pleasure.

From there, I dove headfirst into feminization, embracing my inner sissy with a fervor that surprises even me. Dressing up as a woman.. it’s like stepping into a new skin, one that feels so much more me. I adore the ritual of it: slipping into a pair of delicate, lacy panties, the kind that cling to my cock and make me feel so vulnerable, so submissive. I’ll layer on a matching bra, stockings, and a tight little outfit that hugs my body, transforming me into the sissy slut I crave to be. The mirror becomes my playground, where I pose and preen, snapping erotic photos that capture every curve, every blush of arousal. I’m obsessed with erotic photography.. both taking and admiring my own images, each one a testament to my growing confidence in this lifestyle. The way the light catches the sheen of my lingerie, it’s all so intoxicating.

Wearing women’s clothes.. lingerie, sissy panties, costumes.. unlocks something primal in me. The way a corset cinches my waist, the way stockings glide up my thighs, it’s like I’m stepping into a version of myself that’s free, expressive, and unapologetically sexual. I love the contrast of soft femininity against the raw, throbbing arousal of my cock, especially when I’m plugged and dripping. Prostate massage is my ultimate indulgence. I’ll spend hours teasing myself, feeling that plug press and pulse, milking me until I’m a mess of precum and moans. It’s not just the physical sensation.. it’s the mental high of submitting to my own desires, of embracing my sissy identity with every sticky drop.

I’m still learning, still exploring the depths of submission, but I’m eager.. so fucking eager.. to dive deeper. I want to be pushed, to be trained, to be molded into the perfect sissy slut. Every step of this journey, from the first pair of panties to the moment I first felt that plug stretch me open, has been a revelation. I can’t wait to see where this path leads, to discover just how much pleasure and submission I can surrender to.

Here’s to dripping, aching, and living my truth.. one lacy, precum-soaked moment at a time.