1. Queen Catherine


    Date: 7/10/2024, Categories: Transgender & Crossdressers, Author: byftmshit 

    ... please-"

"Shh..." She put a finger to his lips. "I think we are more alike than different, you and I."

"W-WELL I'M SURE WE ARE, but I don't know if I'm your type, My Liege, please-" She put her hand over his mouth.

"Oh, my sweet boy, won't you calm down?" She kissed his temple gently. "All I want you to do is touch me through my dress. Do that, and if you don't like it, we can just pretend this never happened. How does that sound?"

He looked up at her as she removed her hand from his mouth. "A-all I have to do? Is touch you?" He asked.

"Yes, and if you don't like it, we can keep this a secret."

"A-and I don't have to be touched?"

She smiled at him. Poor boy. He must be just as starved as she was."No, honey."

"O-ok..." He whispered, shyly placing his hand on her thigh, rubbing it softly through her dress. He edged closer to her hardness, before his fingers barely grazed it. He tilted his head, feeling it. "Wh-... You too? You're... You..."

"Yes, angel, I'm like you." She whispered.

He looked up at her with teary eyes. "Oh... Oh, I thought it was just me... This whole time..."

"Yeah, and you were scared. Poor baby." She kissed his jawline.

"Can you... Can you kiss me?" He asked softly. "On my mouth?"

She moved her head away from his neck, looking down at him. She trailed her hand up to his neck, before squeezing her fingers around it. He gasped softly. "I'd like to hear you beg." She loomed.

He looked up at her, blinking softly. No one ...
    ... said anything for a second. No one moved. Finally he whispered. "Pl-please? Kiss me? Please?"

She took his jaw in one hand and gently kissed him. She felt him open his mouth slightly, giving into her as she slipped her tongue past his teeth. She took her hand down to his binded chest, to his stomach, until it reached the waistband of his trousers.

"Do you want to be touched there?" She asked quietly.

"Yes ma'am, please." He breathed.

"Yes to what?" She asked.

He whined a little, gripping the skirts of her dress in tight fists.

"Have you never had to ask before?" She teased.

"Obviously not!" He whispered. "I've never..."

She nodded. "I see." She pondered for a moment. She wanted to break him. She wanted nothing more than to see him crumble under her touches and whips. She looked at the bed, where she had ropes tied. No reason but for the love of the aesthetic, until today. "Then I suppose I ought to just take you then." Her grip hardened as she lifted him up, throwing him atop the bedding. He let out a little gasp at the rough handling as she got atop him, tying his hands before he could even think to move. He tugged his wrists but was helpless to move. He looked at her with big eyes as she moved to take off her dress, her tattoos from wherever she grew up visible now. She lowered her skirts, letting her cock hang free for him.

"Wh- That's not going to fit, miss..." He whispered with wide eyes. She just chuckled and straddled his chest, tapping it on ...
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