D for Danielle Chapter 1: The First Seduction

Here is the first installment of a new prose series entitled D for Danielle. Hope to make this a regular feature, at the very least it will appear often. There is quite a bit of story to tell, so much more to come and cum, if you're good, that is ;-) Hope you enjoy! ~ Jessica xoxo

Daniel was always the kind of college kid who loved doing guy things. He enjoyed drinking beer with friends, going to concerts, and throwing the football around. He was generally affable, and had a personality that most found attractive. His looks were borderline pretty, with sharp cheeks and a taut nose. Even other guys noticed this. Many said he should go into modeling.

But even with those skill sets and attributes, he had found it tough to get girls back to his dorm room. See, his confidence wasn’t where it should be for a male his age. And that’s because he had a problem: A below-average sized penis. A tiny one, really. The kind that turns a girl’s face from a look of anticipation to a frown of disappointment.

He tried everything he could to increase its length and width: Exercises, pills, he even attached weights to it once. But beyond a very expensive and risky procedure, there was nothing he could do. He was stuck with it. And it was a shame for him, being as he was rather good-looking, after all.

Without the muster to bring the female of the species back to his room, and while his roommate was out partying at the frat house he was pledging, he spent many nights all alone in the dark scouring the internet for porn. Originally the content he perused was very vanilla, mostly guy on girl. While he stroked his tiny member he sometimes wished he had a big cock to fuck the hot women he saw on screen. To stick a massive member between ginormous fake boobs. To spurt hot sticky man juice all over them. But then sometimes he found himself projected into the women themselves. He wondered what it would be like to be an object like them. A tool for pleasure.

And those thoughts always frightened him! Why did he think those dirty things? Daniel would try to snap himself out of it and concentrate again on being the man in the fantasy. His thoughts, seemingly forbidden, always betrayed him however.

As the days went on his tastes began to change, to develop. His searches on sites like Tumblr led him to different places. Scrolling down archives of endless pics and gifs imprinted images in his mind, impressing new ideas and sensations. 

He started to look at BDSM content, girls bound for the pleasure of men. Encased in latex hoods, spread-eagled and vulnerable. Hands shackled, helplessly allowing superior men to enter them. Big cocks glistening after mouths had sucked them to attention. Wet lips licking, eyes wide, tongues out, begging for more.

It was all very exciting.

Daniel became more curious, and one evening was intrigued by a screenshot of a video. In it a dominant blonde woman dressed in leather smiled coyly at him, beckoning him with one finger to move forward. He felt his tiny penis move. As if listening to it, he clicked on the play icon....

The video was of an older woman feminizing a male into a sissy. She called herself Mistress Contessa. She had the MILF look, complete with large fake breasts that popped out of a tight leather corset. She had on opera-length gloves and wore tight leather pants leading down to six-inch high heeled stiletto boots. Her long blonde hair bounced with every movement as she glided and clicked across the dungeon floor. She was definitely in control.

Her make-up was striking, smokey eyes with eyeliner, blush that glowed. And through her red lips she taunted the weak male. Told him to surrender to his feelings. To renounce his manhood. To become her sissy.

He was stripped naked and had been shaved all over, his body made smooth. He was bent over a padded sawhorse, strapped down, his ass exposed. He wore a blindfold and begged Mistress Contessa to let him go.

“I am not a sissy! Please, I don’t want to be a girl!”

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, putting a firm gloved hand on his shaking ass to calm him. “Oh, but your little erect dicklet says otherwise.”

The tingling increased under Daniel’s boxers. His miniscule cock moved and then popped up, rock hard. Why was he feeling this way? His tiny dick had never been so stiff! Watching the Mistress caress and tease the young male, teasing him, saying how pretty and happy he would be if he dressed like a girl. Calling his member a “dicklet” and “worthless” -- he suddenly wished he was the one under her control! 

His stiff little cock was dribbling. It craved release. It wanted to spurt while thinking about this fantasy -- he wanted to be in this fantasy! Daniel shut the lid on his laptop down immediately. He was sweating a bit, the excitement almost too much for him. He decided that he must NEVER look at that kind of porn again. But that commitment wouldn’t last long...

To be continued...