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Miss Rachel, for bimbofication and coerced fem fantasies! 1-800-356-6169Hello, Horny Readers! I’ve written before about why a sissy might want to be a bimbo. Lately I’ve been reading more about bimbofication, which strikes Me as subtly different. Bimbofication, to My mind, has an element of coerced feminization to it.

A sissy might consider he/rself a bimbo either by style, by behavior, or both. But undergoing bimbofication seems to involve transformation via an outside source. That could be one’s feminization Mistress, or some magical element. What ever it is, and whether the sissy in question is happy about it or not, the results are at least somewhat outside of he/r control.

At the same time, I was thinking about the fact that I often suggest chastity training as a tool of emasculation for sissies. Most find this difficult, because most are horny and slutty, and enjoy touching themselves with the up and down motion I feel should be reserved for males (of a certain respectable size).

These two thoughts combined to bring about a fantasy that made Me giggle to contemplate, and I wonder if it will make you laugh as well!

Imagine this: A coerced sissy, clinging strongly to the idea of he/rself as a man. S/he loves to masturbate. I’ve told he/r that s/he’s not allowed to, but I don’t lock he/r in chastity. S/he thinks rubbing he/r clitty is a form of rebellion. S/he does it furiously, in secret, when I lock he/r in he/r room at night after the day’s training. Of course, what I know and s/he doesn’t is that every time s/he orgasms from rubbing he/r clitoris, he/r titties will grow a full cup size!

S/he goes to bed with pecs and wakes up with sissy titties!

I’m giggling again just picturing it. S/he’s in he/r pink and white canopy bed, complete with dust ruffle.

Miss Rachel, for bimbofication and coerced fem fantasies! 1-800-356-6169

These are locking ankle cuffs. Want a pair? Click the pic! I’m sure W/e could figure out what to do with them in session! 😉

I’ve cuffed he/r to it by he/r ankles, but left he/r hands, with their two-inch long fingernails glazed with fuchsia glitter nail polish, free. Typical male brain makes h/er think I’m the bimbo, and simply forgot to secure he/r wrists. S/he yanks up he/r pink satin nightie with the cap sleeves, pulls down the front of he/r matching satin bloomers, muttering misogynistic curses at your poor Mistress Rachel all the while! S/he then proceeds to wank he/r clitoris in a most shameful and masculine manner!

After orgasm, s/he carefully scrapes the evidence off of he/r newly hairless stomach, and eats it. Just to be sure I won’t know, you understand. Not because s/he came to Me with a taste for cum eating already in he/r psyche!

Satiated and emboldened, s/he rests he/r curler-festooned head on he/r pillow for a good night’s sleep and plans of further rebellion tomorrow!

S/he sleeps fitfully, not only because it’s hard to sleep with curlers in, but because, of course, he/r nipples hurt and he/r pecs ache. Must’ve gotten a bit of a workout in that masturbatory fury!

S/he manages a few hours though, and wakes with a smile . . .

Until s/he spies the perky A-cups and eraser-sized nipples that have sprouted overnight!

Bimbofication confrontation!

S/he would certainly be mouthy when I first came to unlock he/r, demanding to know what I’d done. After an hour or two with a penis gag in he/r mouth and some nipple clamps on those tender new buds (to give he/r time to calm down and remember he/r manners), I would have to explain, wouldn’t I?

Well, not the true explanation. Not yet. I’d tell he/r that I was terribly sorry for using he/r as a science experiment, and that if s/he wanted he/r new titties to disappear, all s/he’d have to do is masturbate a few more times.

What? It’s not a lie. *giggle* He/r perky little sissy titties would disappear.

It’s just that they’d be replaced with B and then C, and then D cups. *wink*

Bimbofication battle of the wills!

Miss Rachel, for bimbofication and coerced fem fantasies! 1-800-356-6169Then, I suppose, it would simply become a war of attrition. S/he wouldn’t be able to escape he/r captivity hell, but would now have realized that every time s/he masturbated he/r clitty, he/r tits would only get bigger, not smaller. S/he might determine for a time that the only way to keep he/r “disfigurement” from getting worse would be to will he/rself to refrain! Poor captive sissy might even beg Me to put he/r in chastity, just to make the temptation less dire!

But why would I do that? I, of course, would want those tits to continue to get bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER!

S/he’d fail a few times, and those tits would become like basketballs. A few extra ingredients in he/r morning smoothie would make sure that he/r arousal would continue to be unbearably robust, but s/he might manage to refrain from stroking for a while.

I might suggest, however, that for a bit of relief, s/he try anal training. Pussy training, I’d call it. But of course nothing in this coerced fem situation would be as it seemed. Of course s/he’d take Me up on it, and with all of the self-imposed orgasm denial to try to stave off those basketballs becoming beach balls, s/he would greedily stuff that fuck hole. The result would be a thigh-trembling, eye-rolling, window-rattling sissygasm . . .

And an ass that would make Kim Kardashian blush!

At this point, this fantasy could go in so many directions!

Did you get a hearty laugh out of this tale, horny readers?

Or maybe it made you feel something else?

Feel free to share in the comments, and of course, to arrange for a session where W/e could explore the possibilities!

xoxo

Miss Rachel, For Bimbofication and Coerced Fem Fantasies!

1-800-356-6169

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