Patrice

This story was written by a 'straight' male who is in love with trans females who retain their original sex organs. It has a submissive/humiliation theme. If this isn't your sort of thing, please move on to other wonderful Literotica stories. There are thousands of great ones out there.

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Her testicles taunt me.

They foreshadow my pending cock suck.

They dangle openly in my face as a poster for alpha power.

They symbolize sexual dominance; their very existence is a sign of my pending humiliation.

Patrice is a femdom; a fully hot female, with a cock that is twice the size of mine; her balls punctuate her superior existence in our sexual connection.

Of course, I have balls too. Small ones. They don't really dangle and are often hiding.

I was born male, too. And I am still trying to be a man. Yet, I dwindle further into sissy status everyday at 5 pm. From 9 to 5, hidden under my straight male business suit are burgundy painted toe nails, flimsy girly panties, a caged penis and fully shaved body with rouge nipples. After 5 pm, it's a frequent dive down the sissy rabbit hole.

Patrice's initial allure was her dominant nature showcased by her sexy feminine butt.

I've always been an ass man; Patrice's caboose is perfection. Who would've thought what surprises came with her?

For years I've chased petite women with perfect butts and flat chests--Patrice is a perfect 10. In my past, I've spent hours and hours on my knees eating petite pussy. Often with my own cum in there.

And during those years, when I was home alone, I'd often roll up into a ball to eat my own cum just for the pure humiliation. I'd fantasize that a skinny clothed woman was 'making' me. I honestly think cum is gross, but the mental and psychological powers of sperm mess with my never ending desire to be submissive and humiliated.

I mean seriously, what straight male would ever be interested in ingesting cum, right?

My next humiliation phase was cuckolding. A superior flat chested female with cum in her promiscuous pussy that I would get on my knees to serve. And then I'd lick her ass for as long as she wanted while she diddled to another orgasm. After discovering cuckolding, some of my exes wouldn't even let me fuck them. And one ex girlfriend cut me completely off from her box. And she locked me out of mine as well. Or perhaps I should say she locked me in. She teased me into locked submission with my tiny penis living 24/7 in chastity.

I've never found men attractive. I haven't even ever done a double-take on a good-looking dude.

So when I met Patrice and learned she had a cock, I had to unpack--in my mind--what, if anything, this had to do with anything. My conclusion was--and still is--this: I see women with cocks as complete females. And serving a woman's sexual organs--whatever they may be--comes with her territory.

Look, I get that trans women were born male. So what?! A woman is a woman regardless of breast size, penis size, clit size, etc...

But, butt, back to Patrice. Or should I say Patrice's back side.

I'm looking up at her perfectly round ass, shapely legs and shaved perineum. Yet, her dangling testicles taunt me. Her soft, feminine ass dominates my beta brain as she expects me to kiss her butt and french kiss her hole.

I dive my tongue in to penetrate her lips. Her sphincter lips. Her anus ring pinches down on my tongue as I find my way in. I've rimmed many women this way, on my knees, as their sub. Poised to follow their next instruction.

This time is different. Even though Patrice's ass is as hot as any I've ever licked--and I'm massively turned--her shaved testicles keep bumping into my chin announcing a new breed of female superiority. They can't be ignored. Their functionality won't be either.

This anal tongue fuck is different than any other. The anticipation of this different experience gives new meaning to the concept of "Alpha" as her sizable semi hard cock hardens as it awaits my warm mouth. In its current state, it looks like an upside down smile.

My small penis, is limp and locked in a pink silicone male chastity device. An ex still has the only key, but that's a different story.

Patrice giggles at my penis drool. She thinks it's cute. She greets my chastity with applause as she mentions how sissy men shouldn't let their penises become a distraction when they focus on their true calling to serve.

My penis is properly tiny. I've often wondered if there is a biological connection of a small penis with sexual submission (and/or even sissification). For example, studies have proven gay men are more well endowed than straight men. It's true. Look it up if you don't believe me.

I have a very talented rimming tongue. I've spent hundreds of hours french kissing sphincters.

I lightly lick and kiss all around Patrice's hole while firming up my oral flesh digit and centering it to probe her tight little opening. After a alternating between kissing and probing for a bit, I add my signature move:

A lapping of sorts where I flatten out my tongue and swipe it over the anal opening; a full-on butt hole tongue wiping.

Most women moan loudly the first time they receive my signature move. I get why. I know how wonderful a warm tongue lapping of the butt hole feels. A hot college chick lapped me once. That's where I got the idea. It's like an animal licking another animal. It's unforgettably awesome.

Patrice notices that I'm trembling even though my pink penis faucet is constantly dripping. I'm nervous and maybe even a little scared. I've never touched another dick before much less opened my mouth for one.

Sure, I've been taunted in fantasy about it. But in reality this will be my first time.

What an interesting couple we make:

Here I am presenting mostly male, yet I am on my knees like a submissive woman while between my legs is my tiny penis locked in a pink silicone male chastity device.

And then, here is Patrice, presenting fully female while standing in an authoritatively masculine position getting her asshole tongue lapped. Between her legs is a fully hard and large shaved cock that looks like...well IS...a hard cock!

I read a female dominance article recently with this message. True emasculation should have at least these three components: long term chastity, cum swallowing cock sucking and voluntary sodomy. So far, one box is already checked; the second just minutes away.

Is any of this emasculation any less humiliating if the cock belongs to a woman?

Again I felt the familiar sensation of a bead of semen travel through the shaft of my soft little penis exiting the tip and visible through the pink silicone slit. My little two inch micro penis--my symbolic presentation of sub male inferiority--was now constantly dripping as if it was preparing man-made lubrication for intercourse.

Silly penis. Even in its locked world, it didn't get it. It wasn't going to fuck anyone, unless humping the floor counts.

It was correct, however, on one account. The massive amount of lube it was producing could be used for fucking. Patrice magnified this possibility by collecting my semen dribbles on her long fingers before swirling the gooey lubricant all around MY shaved butt hole.

Patrice slowly turned around. I didn't want to admit that her shaved cock was beautiful, but I stared at it. It was just inches above my face; her powerful balls kept taunting me.

It was time for conflict resolution; it was time to check the second emasculation box.

I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. Patrice took charge. She rested her huge cock on my tongue. It was surprisingly warm; I wasn't expecting its welcoming warmth. Neither was my penis, which just dripped with its approval, once again. It was like my penis admired her cock's superior length and thickness and was visibly acknowledging its appreciation and dominance.

Patrice moved her hips ever so slightly. She introduced the concept of where this was headed. My tongue was cradling the underside of her large cock and I ended up closing my mouth around her substantial girth.

I was now sucking on her shaft; she was now slowly 'fucking' my mouth.

It was the perfect ballroom dance. We were completely in sync.

I started thinking about how she might, or might not, last. And would she give me a warning? A heads' up? And, should I swallow? And...

...this whole time I was completely unaware of how I unconsciously pinched my nipples.

Patrice placed her interlocked fingers behind my head signaling her full control of the situation. She really began to fuck my mouth. Thankfully they were short strokes, though she did hit my throat a couple times.

I had a momentary out of body experience imagining what I must look like on my knees sucking cock. And what if my ex girlfriend was watching? Or even more humiliating, what if her boyfriend was?

Humiliation is my jam. And these humiliating thoughts had me wondering if I would erupt into a brain orgasm.

I didn't. But the words 'jam' and 'erupt' were spot on as Patrice exploded with massive shots of sperm, each dollop hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed several times just to keep from choking.

She didn't give me any warning; I think she wanted me to experience the full surprise. Boy did I. Chunk after chunk of warm sperm filled my mouth. Without thinking, I continued to swallow. Even when her orgasm had completely subsided, I still kept sucking, knowing from experience that there would still be sperm roaming in her softening shaft. I retrieved all of it. I sucked out every drop.

Those taunting testicles lived up to their dominating appearance by producing an impressive quantity of sperm.

I did it. I sucked cock. And I did it while locked in chastity. I began to think that a chick with a dick is the ultimate in femdom humiliation. I began to wonder if I would look at cum-filled pussy the same way. Dangling testicles under a hot ass certainly won't ever look the same.

I was so embarrassed at how eagerly I swallowed cum from sucking my first cock I couldn't speak. I couldn't get any words out to ask about what happens next.

Patrice squatted over my face. Her balls resting squarely on my lips. She tapped me a few times using nonverbal gesturing to suggest I open my mouth. And when I did, both testicles dropped right in.

Her smooth, hairless nut sack felt oddly sexy to suck on. I felt like I was warming up her balls to assist in their next sperm batch production. But it ended up not being the direction we were headed tonight.

Patrice spoke for the first time in about an hour.

"What's your password?"

I looked up to see my cell phone in her long-fingered, painted-nailed, hands.

"Please, no picture taking," I softly pleaded before going back to nut sack sucking.

"Of course not. What's your exes' name? And don't pretend like you've deleted her phone number."

"Panties. My password is panties."

Before I could make any more pleas a conversation on speaker phone was already taking place. I alternated sucking on each of her testicles while listening to Patrice chat with Tessie.

"Hi Tiny, How's it hanging?" Tessie said loudly while laughing.

"Tessie, My name is Patrice. I'm calling to negotiate the handing over of the key to Tiny's chastity device."

"Ah, I see. What did you have in mind?"

"Dinner and drinks--on me--Thursday."

"Sure, that sounds fair."

"7 pm at the Pink Pony?"

"Yes, See you there. Oh wait, what did you say your name was?"

"Patrice. My name is Patrice."

"Okay, Tiny. Time for you to leave. I'll see you Friday, right after work," Patrice explained.