So I have been writing erotica recently

So for my subs pigs and sissies that already know me you will know I have recently started writing again after a longtime. I enjoy writing a lot and find its a great outlet for my kinks when my skype or whatsapp is quiet. SO far I have three stories in the making currently. BetaBoy turned sissy slut, Piggyboy and and The out of luck cuck. I have posted part one of betaboy below to see what you lot think so far. I'd love some input on my writing as bar the whores I've sent it too already I havent had much of a chance to have it viewed so I figured my profile here would be a great place. Aren't you lucky?

I had hoped Findommes might have an erotica section... however I believe a blog fits as Im more after a general discussion about it. Pointers taken on board and welcomed from both Dommes and you sluts here. Does anybody else write as a creative output? If so do you share it or is it simply a personal thing? I intend eventually to publish short stories but we will get to that once Ive "practiced" enough!

Without further ado




Online Mistress turns a betaboy into a bimbo sissy pornstar slut. Part 1.

Even through the screen, the cold blue/grey glow of the little chatbox and unsuspecting text I could tell he was perfect. Barely a few words into his greeting my senses marked immediately his weakness and submissive tendencies. A wide smile spread across my deep red painted lips as that familiar spark of excitement filled me. Here we go again I thought. I had been looking for a new toy to play with now that I had become quite bored of my current well used sissy sluts.

“...Hi Miss, sorry but wow you look so amazing, um I just wanted to say I read your profile, never seen you on here before...”

It was almost as if I could see his slightly bowed posture, shy eyes glancing down and nervous fidgeting as he spoke to me. I responded with my usual friendly enquiring chatter all the while gathering information on his life and gauging exactly where his weaknesses laid. In the very early stages of sissy training a domme has to tread carefully in luring in the straight male. You see the poor deluded souls simply have no idea they are born for it but I do, I can spot a whore a mile off.

My assessment of his weaknesses turned out to be spot on as usual and his addiction for me grew fast. It was easy for me to subtly fuel his building obsession with teasing photographs and calculated messages that I knew would get his cock throbbing. Attention the beta males crave. I had learned lingerie and slutty high heels massively turned him on and he loved jerking off to bimbo slut porn of blonde whores sucking big girthy dicks. Which I found almost comically ironic since I had already been visualizing him in a nice matching baby doll pink bimbo outfit with his throat stuffed with cock when he blurted out in chat it was his favourite colour. I enjoyed savouring how I was about to totally re-programme his psyche from the viewer of this porn to the main star.

He would beg to meet me often offering to pay anything I demanded simply to spend the day treating me like a goddess even if in return, and I quote his own words “I treated him like a dog.” I had retorted with bitch would be more appropriate. However this time I seized my opportunity to gather some more blackmail worthy information and directly asked him where he lived.

“What’s your address? And personal mobile phone number? Meeting me will cost you betaboy I’m not a cheap slut, like you.”

Using his cute derogatory nickname I had added the first seeds of his sissification training into my request here knowing full well his mind would already be thrown by my sudden demand for more private information. I had given him the nickname ‘Betaboy’ due to his tendency to fall silent should any other males enter my group chat. Wilt into the void completely or trip over his words with fumbled responses to their alpha energy. When they left I would call him out as a big girl and laugh at him, humiliating and belittling him. This also served in helping to ingrain his lowly submissive rank. Immediately my screen lit up with the details and I reached for my phone. It rang six times before he picked up and I figured he must have been staring at the number in terror.

“Huh..Hi-ello...Sorry Hi. I didn’t think you would call me straight away. Uh couldn’t find my phone.”

I teased him that he sounded cute and his voice was higher than I had expected. But next time I expected no more than two rings before pick up. If he was ever going to prove he was worth my time in the flesh he had better get used to me making demands and calling him whenever I wanted.

I had slowly been exerting more and more control over him. Little by little so at first he wouldn’t even notice. Now I would allocate him all his wanking material and control when he could or couldn't cum. I ruined his orgasms whenever I allocated him any hetro porn and made him cum often to gay porn and tranny sluts. Made him check in with me every day and confess any dirty thoughts or actions while of course denying him sex with any women had one shockingly shown any interest. This was a rule that became a joke as I would tease him rotten about his inability to speak with or pull women.

I set about work breaking down what was left of his masculinity and introducing him to beautiful transexuals with huge cocks that were only revealed after he was already rock hard and transfixed. Blurring the lines with ‘role reversal’ roleplay until finally all it took was for me to send a photo of a glistening dick and he was instantly hard. I even sensed he was beginning to question his orientation altogether he was so weak.

“Your really enjoying this BBC porn aren’t you whore? Told you that you would didn’t I! You just had to trust me.”

Recently I had been forcing him to cum over big black monster black cocks being sucked or ridden by very femme looking sissies dressed to the nines in stockings and suspenders. Particularly blondes with very dumb bimbo personalities. I had enjoyed the initial confusion but rapid acceptance when he first realized the sluts on the end of those cocks were barely recognizable males, teasing and working those dicks like professional pornstars.

“Yes I do trust you, I just never thought I’d cum so hard over watching…well...sissy whores….”

“Mmm harder than you have ever cum before I know, I could tell from your moan when I finally gave you permission to drain that clit of yours. Oh by the way I’ve sent you a gift. It will have arrived by the time you return from work.”

“You’ve sent me something! Oh my god thank you!”

He started bouncing around excitedly on the cam screen just like one of those bimbo whores as soon as I mentioned the gift. I watched grinning as he effeminately flapped his hands around his face wearing nothing but a pastel pink pair of tiny boxers you’d just as well call panties. He already looked like he was naturally morphing into a sissy slut all by himself.

“Haha calm down you sound like an excited fangirl or something.”

When we had first began chatting I had lured him in by sending a photo of myself in seamed nylon black stockings, a satin black thong and matching lace trimmed bra. Topping the outfit with a pair of shocking neon pink heels. Oh he had drooled over it! Practically worshipped the image which of course I had actively encouraged. I ensured the outfit was etched permanently into his mind by wearing it constantly during any video chat we had and surprising him with pictures out of the blue. Now it was neatly wrapped in a box and winging its way to his front door. Well worn and still scented with my perfume.

“I’ve had a notification to let me know your gift is being delivered within the next hour slut. As soon as it shows up you are to get on cam. Now go shave everywhere I want to see your body smooth for this.”

I send the text and decided to head to the shower myself feeling the growing dampness between my legs. This stage of breaking in a sissy had always been my favourite, getting them excited just before they slid on their first own set of slutty lingerie is a pivotal point in their training. By this point he was so hopelessly addicted to me there was no question he would obey my order to wear the boxes contents. He would be that major step closer to what I really had in store for him right from the beginning. I had always wanted to direct a porn shoot, and this sissy slut was going to be my biggest whore yet.