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Vignette #1
I see three beautiful girls sitting, facing me in colorful leotards, one pink, one green and one yellow. Their face made up professionally, lips plump from enhancer lipstick, cheeks beautifully shaded, hair pulled up into intricate swirls. Their lips are thrusting, puckering at me in the rhythm of a metronome ticking away in the background. I feel aroused, my crotch tensing up, I want to but I cannot touch myself. My lips are mirroring the kissing movements of the pretty girl.
Three new girls come into the room. It seems like a gym or yoga studio. The new girls are dressed in plain white training gear, not wearing makeup. Each of them takes their place behind one of the leotard girls. I recognize the one behind the green girl, she is my girlfriend. Well, more like my date. We only met three days ago.
She reaches down, takes the leotard girl's hands. Someone takes my hands.
She raises them above the girl's head. Someone raises my hands above my head.
She blows into her ear. Someone blows into my ear.
It dawns on me, I am looking at a mirror. The leotard girl is me. She/I gets a kiss on her/my cheek. She/I gyrate her/my body trying to snuggle into my girlfriend's warmth, being held by her/my wrists. I am so horny. Her/my mouth is thrusting out in a rhythm of seductive airkissing, my eyes fixated on those lips, making me feel lightheaded. The other two leotard girls are receiving similar treatment. I long to kiss, to feel my plump lips on soft flesh. I want it so bad. My gf blows in my ear, and I black out.
I am standing in a circle with the two other leotard girls. Our lips still thrusting and puckering. My girlfriend and her two accomplices say "kiss" aloud, and we lurch forward, three lips meeting, cheeks soft on each other. Lips softly kissing lips, sticky from the lipstick, lip gliding over lip, lip on cheek, cheek on cheek, lip on nose, lip on chin... No open mouths, just dainty soft pecks with soft lips, but we hug and moan, hand in hand, crotch gliding over hip, nipples tingling through the fabric.
Before I think I would climax, our overseers say "rehearsal" aloud, and we all step back, hand in hand, forming a circle. Our mouths open into perfect o's as I feel an imaginary mass invade my lips, and our bottoms stick out behind as I feel something enter me from below, thrusting in and out at the rhythm of the metronome. We adjust our own rhythms, rocking back and forth, sucking at the phantom dummy in our mouths, drool running down our chins.
I look at the beautiful girls next to me, lipstick slightly smeared, plump lips in perfect o's of suction, eyes lost in pleasure. We snuggle up cheek to cheek. I catch a drooldrop from pink leotard girl's chin with my sucking lips. We squeeze each others' hands as we rock together, and eventually climax takes us, feeling tired, slowly deflating into a hugging pile of sleeping beauties.
I still hear my girlfriend say "wow that went real well, they are almost ready for the final stage".
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Vignette #2
I'm sitting on my girlfriend's knee as she is chatting away with her friend. She's dressed casually, but I'm almost naked, wearing only green cotton socks, a green tutu, and a matching training bra. I'm aroused and frustrated by being ignored, but unable to stand up or speak out. Time to time she shifts her knee, or bounces me a little, arousing me even more. I notice I have a lollipop in my hand. A green one. When we woke up in the morning, she told me I was going to be her green fairy princess. Well, here I am, dressed and feeling like a little girl, frozen into the behavioral patterns of infantile shyness she gave me.
I take the lollipop into my mouth and start rolling it around. I see myself in the mirror on the opposite wall, I look like a very cute girl with subtle makeup in a greenish tint, the lollipop's stick protruding from my wet pink lips.
I'm so horny now, and even more frustrated that I'm not in the center of attention. I begin to fervously suckle the lollipop, pursing my lips obscenely, and popping the candy in and out of my mouth, smacking and moaning. Still no attention, I begin to tap my feet now, dancing around on my girlfriend's knee, staring at my own eyes through the mirror, and whimpering with increasing volume between suckles. I find myself unable to make loud noises, only shy whimpers and moans escape my lips.
"See, she's completely mesmerized by her own mirror image", my girlfriend remarks. I'm practically whining now, and suckling on the candy with complete abandon.
"Are you sure she is okay?"
"Perfectly fine. She loves this, being all helpless and dependent, a doll I dress up inside and outside. See how hard she is under that tutu...", she explains, lifting my skirt and touching my clitty just a bit. I continue staring at the mirror, and by now I'm having a complete hissy fit as they talk about me. "See, now we are talking about her without acknowledging her, and she's locked into this behavioral loop, all that pressure building up. She gets off on this, so I'm practically making love to her. I'm inside her, wearing her like a sockpuppet."
"Wow... She seems more angry than aroused", the friend says, and indeed, I am now staring at the mirror with a furious face, suckling, whining and grunting away.
"Yes she is, in a way. But she loves it. You won't beleive this, look, any time now...", she lifts my skirt again, and places her palm in front of my clitty.
The frustration is now at its peak, I cannot move, my muscles tensing up, shaking, my head hurts... I suddenly break into tears, bawling and screaming as I climax bouncing on my girlfriend's knee, shooting streams of white cream into her palm. She pulls me close, kissing my crown and forehead, hushing me and singing a calming lullaby as she takes my lolly, and begins dipping it into my cum in her palm, slowly feeding it to me in large gobs, swirly with green from the lollipop.
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
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Vignette #3
It's been almost a year since I started living with Clare. We started out as flatmates when I arrived to study at the college, she needed someone to share the rent, and I was more than happy that she was willing to share with a man. Well, eventually things turned out differently. She played me masterfully, and reduced me to a plaything by using my sexual impulses toward her. Not a boyfriend, just an experiment in how far someone can be debased. She hypnotized me several times every day, and had me listen to reinforcing tapes while I slept. I never knew when she'd trigger me to be her toy, so I lived in constant hope and fear that the next moment I'd hear her utter the phrase.
Well it's not like I didn't love it, but it hurt my pride greatly to be an adult baby pet programmed for submission and self-debasement. And one of her study pals, Cindy, seemed like a way out. She was cute, clever, dominant enough to satisfy my submissive side, but down to earth enough so I could imagine a proper, normal life with her, maybe some kink in the bedroom. We talked a lot, and seemed to click with each other. I was readying my resolve to talk to Clare and break up, when at a study session in our flat, she turned to Cindy.
"Remember what I told you about Donnie? Wanna see?", she asked.
"Sure!"
"Okay Donnie", she turned to me. "Toy now!"
"Toy... no... wait, not in front of Cindy, Clare...", I protested, my body clenching up. Clare smiled a perfect, disarming smile. "But she already knows everything. Toy, toy, toy, toy!", she chanted, looking into my eyes.
"Toy... Nooo! No toy! Big boy! Toy no no! To... toy..."
"How adorable, trying to resist...", Clare said, looking over to Cindy.
"Well sure, he's totally into me, Clare, you should know", she replied. "Come on Donnie, I like you too, so please be a toy for me!", she said, turning to me.
"Cindy's toy... me... Cindy wants toy... toy... baby toy ready for play baby toy silly empty horny baby toy", I droned, finally giving up, my body relaxing.
"Hm... that was anticlimatic", Cindy commented.
"Well, he's just given up and is now in sub mode. But this is where the fun starts. Baby toy, full ababy climax now."
I froze up, my fists clenched, as I descended into a crouch. "Ba-bba! Ba-bba-ba-ba-ba-ba! Boo-boo-ba-bo!" My face contorted into a mask of rapture, as I continued spewing baby talk, as my body swayed in rhythm. Cindy was watching amused, and I looked back at her, right in her eyes, debasing myself as she looked on. "Brbrbbrbrbrbbbbbbrbrbrbbb!" I was blowing raspberries through my puckered lips, my cheeks puffed up and red with exertion. Suddenly, I felt my rectum churn, and a huge load of poop unloaded into my pants. The stimulation was too much to bear, and buckling, I orgasmed, filling up my underwear with sperm and poop.
"Haha, this is awesome!", Cindy commented, and part of me realized what I just did in front of the girl I liked. I burst into tears, fluids still trickling from both my ends, and I plopped down into the squishy mess.
"ba... ba... gabooo... booaaaa... bbbbbb...", I mused, tears on my cheeks, but erect again, silently poking my crotch and throwing shy glances toward the girls. Part of me wanted to run away, to wash up, or just disappear, but something kept me there, enjoying their glances, feeling shy and loved and infantile.
When Cindy came over, and kissed me loudly on a tear-stained cheek, I wanted to die of shame... But instead, I just felt happiness and love overflowing in me.
