Book Store On Seventh Street-My Babygirls Passion

A story for all you cross dressing little sissies-It's based on Something My Babygirl Will Be Doing Soon.

A walk home with a new friend from our double date… a walk home on a night that was to be filled with revelation about what I desire and what I pretend I do not desire… all journey’s begin with a first step… and on this night it was the step away from the door of our girlfriends’ apartment building that set us upon our secret journey.

Mine and Charlie’s girlfriends had been rooming together about 3 years now. We had been new men in their lives, and met each other through them. This night in particular was the 3rd or 4th time we had met. We had all done the typical date things, a dinner, a movie, a few drinks at the bar, and some time at the girls’ apartment spent with some heavy patting and kissing. Still, things had gotten late and both of us men had early days at work the next morning.

But during the night I had met my new best friend. All these things we shared in common, from tastes in entertainment, activities, views on the word, and sense of humor, had warmed us to each other fast. We stepped off the cement stairs to their building and began walking to the next block together to catch the same bus to the same general neighborhood it turned out we both lived in.

Never once had we experienced a lull in the conversation as we moved to the bus stop and the ride to where we got off. I’m still struck when I remember a few sentences on the bus though that led to better things, “man, now that I know you, I’m actually sorry about last week.”

I laughed a bit as I was confused and curious, “What do you have to be sorry for?” I asked.

“I tried talking my girl into setting up a three some with your girl… got shot down, but I wouldn’t have tried if I knew you were so cool.”

I laughed harder, “Don’t sweat it, I’ve been trying to set that up for myself as well. She always says the same thing… ‘I’ll eat pussy after you start sucking dick’, and that is usually where it ends.”

We both laughed. “Well I guess that’s fair,” he said… but he had no idea on how many levels that concept set off such conflicting emotions and desires.

“You ever notice how often those two whisper to each other?” he asked me. “What is it with women and sharring secrets?”

“No clue…” I said looking down. My mind went to my own secret that I never shared with friends or my girl. My mind went to my Goddess and the things I degrade myself with for her.

“I have a secret,” he said.

As it snapped me out of my thoughts, I realized my eyes were set between his legs, making me self conscious. “What’s that?” I asked him.

“You know that adult bookstore over on 7th?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. Sometimes I buy toys there.”

“You ever go into the video booth?” he asked.

“No…” I asked curiously.

“They have glory holes there. I go there almost every night before bed for a blowjob.” He confessed.

I was familiar with the procedure… it had been something my Goddess had been trying to convince me to do. It had immediately set off something in me, something unexpected. The coincidence provoked a need to confess my own secret as we stepped off the bus. “I see a Dominatrix twice a week.”

He let out a strong laugh that I almost felt offended at. He looked at me seeing my look of hurt and said, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t picture you liking pain.”

“Oh actually I’m not into being hurt. That’s not what her and I do.” I said.

“Isn’t that what they do?” he asked.

“Well, there are other things.” I said, and resolved to end it there, regretting my confession.

“Well?” he asked, “Come on tell me what else you do.”

I hung my head scared to say more. Then he said, “Come on, look, I told you I get my dick sucked every night in a video booth, hell who even knows if it’s men or women sucking me each time. How can what you do be anymore embarrassing?”

“She humiliates me, and makes me dress up in women’s clothes and act like a girl for her.” I spat out quickly before I could regret saying it. I realized as we walked we were headed towards 7th street.

“So you play bitch for her?” he asked.

I realized I was also quite hard as I was humiliated so much by having this conversation. I nodded my head.

“Wanna hit the bookstore?” he asked. I was so aroused and with my girlfriend so far from my mind, all I wanted was my Goddess. I pulled out the cell phone, humiliated I was doing so infront of my new friend, and called her.

Her voice hit my ears and almost immediately I was entranced. “Goddess, I need you to make a decision for me… yes… it’s about those glory holes… yes… I told a friend of mine I see you… well, because he told me he goes to those… yes… yes, Goddess… of course, I’m your bitch-slut… yes, he knows I’m asking for permission… well, he wants me to go there with him tonight…” I looked up at him with the phone still at my ear, “She says I can go but have to leave her on the line…” He laughed

I listened to her and chatted as we entered the video area in the bookstore I watched him as he entered a booth. “OK goddess, I’m ready…”

“Now, bitch, I want you to go into one of the booths next to him…” she purred through the phone. I knew where she would take it but was under her spell and obeyed.

“I’m there” I said into the phone.

“good now put a 5 dollar bill into the slot so a movie will play.”

“Yes goddess.”

“Do you see the holes?” she asked.

“yes, Goddess.”

“Good, now put one finger through the hole into your friend’s booth.”

“Goddess, I don’t do that, that’s…”

“Do it… be my little bitch-slut.”

I began to argue but my finger had already gone through against my unspoken protests. “Are you a good girl?” she asked as my friend’s cock slid through the hole and my hand gripped it.

“I’m a very good girl, goddess” I said. My mouth began to water as I realized I was about to prove myself a true sissy by her command.

“Just like with your dildo, choke yourself with him.” She said. Immediately my head went down with the practiced proficiency she had trained me with, making me swallow a latex dick. My face pressed firmly against the booth wall, and could faintly hear him say over the sounds of porno “Jesus!”

I kept the phone to my ear so she could hear my through gurgling and struggling, as I bobbed my head. I was both ashamed and aroused in a way I haven’t been in a long time as I had now had a real cock in my throat for her.

Soon I felt a warning spasm from his cock, and pulled my head away. I opened his shirt and told her “Goddess I’m letting him come on my breasts.”

Stream after stream of real honest to goodness cum sprayed out this time, and covered me as I stroked a cock with flesh that actually gives and shifts like my own does when I stroke. I felt like such a slut as I heard her say “Good girl.”

But she followed it up with one more command, “Now lick him clean, be good to your friends.” Again I didn’t even think, I just obeyed, slurping his cum from that cock. Until finally he pulled it away.

Fear set in, shame… I had done gay. Another man’s cum was drying on my chest. A tear fell from my eye. I straightened myself up as she called me names like “faggot” and “queer”… and I stepped out of the booth, and there he was grinning and leaning against the wall staring at me. “Goddess he knows.” Was all I said before I realized I was talking.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, “that was the best spot of head I’ve ever had.” And on the other end of the phone I was doubly humiliated for my Goddess’s roars of laughter.

“Tell him,” she said, “next time you two fags go out and play, you two should try out your playground, as see your Goddess” she said.

My Own Private Dancer...

My own private dancer. Yes, a Stripper, working for me, his Goddess. A hunk of flesh, surrendered to sexual needs, to the need for attention, to strip to turn you on. Confident on stage, truly turned on to the point that it’s wet where it should be, the sexuality radiating off the hot body to consume the audience with pheromones of pure lust. The first words out of someone’s mouth would normally be, “How Sexy,” or “I need that,” or “How cool.” This truly is a great sexual high, to have a stripper who – to the very core – needs you to cum while watching, exists only to pleasure your visual erotic hungers. The right word is, “Ca-Ching!” for your Goddess. But the sexual delight it’s giving my Servant, who I shall call Saphires Voyeur, and his audience, is the true endless value in this. Oh, and how very much his audience enjoys they’re watching someone that is more turned on in the stripping than they are makes them lust for more. It truly is one of the hottest private strip shows on the Net … ahh, but I get ahead of myself, and he shall prove it to you in video.

That’s right. HE. I have turned a man, who had fixations on strippers and his own sexuality, into the hottest nympho hunk you’d imagine. His confessions of erotic pleasure after every strip would shock Penthouse Forum!


Voyeur came to me with what seemed like the most innocent hope: that he would be less inept with women, more confident, and more sexually inspiring. Right from the start, I knew he had a few essential ingredients I had been waiting to abuse.

He has a very nice, tight body, which I have worked out even more until it’s a sight to behold. He truly does have, or rather, DID have, a feeble, inept way of appealing to women. In reality, he had almost no appeal, and considering he’s good looking, he was pathetic without me. And, he was humiliatingly broke. Always counting his pennies on the dresser between paychecks. Without money, confidence, a good social game, and guidance, his body meant little to women. Oh, but I had the cure, all right.

I would turn him into a gyrating sex machine, the lust he feels inside turned into pure animal sexual beats , driven by music. The release he feels transfers over the screen, and it’s truly hot, even to me, to watch what I have created.

It started with identifying his awe of strippers. I knew that I could use my mind control to infuse that into his own mind. As we had a few Inductions, he knew my voice and style was what he had wanted all his life. Now he had it. I began training his body, pushing it to give more to others through sexual expression, movement, and release. The conditioning was diverse, and always erotic for him. I truly was re mapping his brain to identify all stages of his learning, and his movements in front of the camera, as a sexual feast for his audience. And, that he would gain his sexual confidence and erotic release more with every dance.

It’s funny, how awkward dancing becomes MTV style moves, simply by removing inhibitions and lack of confidence. I coached him, released the inner dancer in him, while building up his body and sexual hunger to perform. Men and women, both would be his audience. He progressed well, then suddenly it was like his entire being disappeared and was replaced by a hunk of sexuality, existing only to make his audience cum by his moves and intensity.

I tested him out on some very hard to please Goddesses who understand, and viewed him myself until he forced pleasure in me exactly as I would demand of his audience.

So I had solved his two goals: more sexual presence, and more confidence. Now, I had to solve his money problems. You see, he did not know that once he was my mental slave, he would be working for his Goddess. That’s right. When he strips, he is paid. And he gives most of that, happily, to his Goddess, the one who took him from being a pathetic hot body, and made him a sexual dance demon.

Imagine it from your perspective. You spend your entire day needing a sexual high, a release or something that feeds your fetishes. You know that you get that visually, but, there is a need for the experience to be mutual. You need to know that the stripper is as out of control with sexual high as you are. Meanwhile, across the country, this seemingly conservative 30 year old, chiseled body banker, has a subconscious slowly building up a need to feed his nympho addiction to stripping for you. Both pressures reach a boiling point by the time you are both in front of the cams.

Voyeur channels Goddess’ spirit and control into his mind moments before he goes on line. You find him. Thank God he’s on line! His fees are well worth it. He and you are wet with excitement. The lighting is perfect. The music adds to the sexual experience. Then he starts … starts dancing, his eyes glazing over in pure sexual overload. His body moves, building up a huge reserve of cum as his body is trained to produce more cum the more you watch and get turned on. He’s trained to tune out everything in the world except building your sexual high. It’s obvious, you’ve never seen a man so sexually high and sharing this with you. He can’t stop what I have programmed into him, and wouldn’t if he could – surely you won’t.

His performance builds and builds, to your designs, adding in your personal fetish moves or clothes. His body becomes slick with sweat, showing his sexual focus and peaks. He locks his eyes on you, knowing how much you both need the connection of his erotic performance to release in a huge orgasm. He is trained to come on command, as many times as I deem correct, and that means, he is trained to please you in this course to pleasure. And I must say, that I pushed his body to look hard enough to please even his Goddess.

I have turned his poverty into plenty… his failures into erotic highs … and made him a service to the hundreds out there every night that lust for a male stripper that not only gets off on what he does, but has all the erotic power of a man infused with the sexuality of a Goddess in him. Insatiable, limitless erotic pressure is released in every dance.

Through the genius of your Goddess, I have given the world the ultimate voyeuristic sex toy! Plug it into your mind, sit back, and let it rock your sexual world.

Saphires Voyeur is available for shows at my convenience(email me for inquiries)...Good Job Bitchboy..Keep doing it well for your Goddess. Your funds are coming in quite handy.......