OK I’m different! I have some fetishes that are unusual. I found this site called collarme.com and loved it and put up a profile called sweaterpansy. To be honest, I never considered myself much of a pansy or sissy, but as time has gone on the fantasy of being treated like one has grown.
So I wrote to some dominant couples who happened to be looking for submissive TV’s, and to my surprise I received a reply which was intriguing!
‘Well hello whore.’ It started out.
‘After looking at your profile, possibly we could interact with you. There are so many fakes out there. Don’t reply if you are.
You have such an unusual fetish! It sounds like so much fun. Our imagination has just gone wild. As you probably know by having read our profile, we get off to unusual feminine fetishes like yours. We are going to have so much fun, if you do as you are told.
Answer some questions and we’ll get back to you.
How many sissy sweaters do you own? Describe your favorite type sweaters and describe in detail the favorite sweater that you own.
Your profile states you have other fetishes. List no less than 10 other fetishes or sexual weaknesses you have.
How many cocks have you sucked?
When are you available to meet? Our time frame will be no longer than 2 weeks of your reply to this letter.
Are you at least willing to pay for our expenses in meeting you? We might have some special things we’ll have to purchase for our meeting. You will be responsible for paying for them and maybe a little bit more. You will pre-pay these before we meet. If you have a problem with that, don’t reply.
Once you enter our meeting, there will be no way out.
Do you mind having others look on or possibly be involved?
Are you claustrophobic?
Limits?
Are you married or have a significant other?
Your reply within 5 hours of reading this or you will never hear from us again.’
And that was it. I actually trembled as I read it.
This was exciting to me, but a little scary at the same time. Well I had nothing to lose so I replied as honestly as possible.
It was a stressful two days before I received another reply from them.
‘Bitch, Our paypal address is wergoing2fucku@yahoo.com.
Send $250.00 within 24 hours. If you don’t have an account, make one. You will find that will have been the best money you have ever spent. We have reserved this coming Sunday especially for you. We will meet at McDonalds on Main street. You can’t miss it. You are two and one half hours away. You will be here no later than 10AM. If you are even five minutes late, you lose. You might be smart to get there by 9:30. Have breakfast as you wait for us.
Send us a picture of your normal self so we know what idiot to look for.
Now it’s up to you. We’ll see how serious you are now.’
My heart was pounding so hard by the time I had finished reading the email, I was trembling at the same time.
I was a little concerned about just throwing the money away to a fake, but actually they didn’t seem fake. I read their profile again, and was 99% sure they were real. So I sent the money and my picture.
We wrote back and forth a couple of times, and I was happy for that. Their tone towards me was belittling, and dominating, just as I liked. I was to bring the sweater I had described as my favorite. And of course they re-emphasized that I was to be there on time or they would leave.
I left at 6:30 in the morning just in case.
I ate breakfast and had a feeling someone was watching me. And actually there was this man that seemed to be looking in my direction a lot, but he was alone and, well I wasn’t sure. I was trembling by this time.
Then the same man was joined by a woman wearing a tan mohair sweater and I knew. I smiled at them. But they didn’t acknowledge me, making me wonder all the more.
At exactly 9AM they both stood up and approached me.
"Well whore, it’s time. So this is your beloved sweater you hide in the seat next to you? Pick it up, drape it over your shoulder and follow us." The woman ordered.
As we approached their car I asked, "Want me to follow you in my..."
"Shut up, we didn’t tell you to talk, you fucking bitch." The man yelled as he slapped my face.
"Get in the back." He ordered.
His beautiful wife got in the back with me. Immediately I was ordered to get on the floor.
"One by one you suck and lick each and every one of my toes, then the soles of my feet, and you keep on massaging with your hands and tongue until I tell you to stop." She said.
And I didn’t stop until we drove into a parking garage for a condo.
Once inside their place which was very nicely furnished, the door was key locked.
"No way out now sissy. Ha, ha. Now get those pathetic manly clothes off before we cut them off with scissors." He said.
Once naked they laughed at me and made fun of me, especially my privates. Even though I didn’t think they were that small.
They laughed as they wrote on my body with magic markers things like whore and slut, and defamatory things like magnifying glass needed. By this time already my face had been slapped several times.
Then I was forced to shave all the hair off my body except for my head. I really didn’t want to do this, but they truly forced me. I didn’t want tell tale signs.
They then forced me to wear a corset. I didn’t think I needed one, but they did and pulled it tight in the back. This was followed by a pair of black mesh stockings and a garter belt.
Then I was forced to wear a pair of pink panties that looked dirty. Then a large bra with forms to fit in them. I mean this bra was big.
"We noticed one of your other fetishes was large breasts, so we thought you should have them as any slut would!" She said with a smirk as she pushed the forms in.
"And now look what we found for you Christina! And yes your name is Christina from now on! This is perfect, don’t you think?" She said as she held up a woolen red turtleneck dress. It’s already broken in, look at the jizz stain down here. There’s another one. Ha, ha. I found this one in the back at the next to new store. This one is filthy dirty and who knows what else is on it. Just perfect for a dirty whore like you Christina! Ha, ha." She said.
Put it on now.
It did smell and actually was nasty. It came down to my knees and had a black belt that tied at my waist.
We figured this would go perfect with your pink mohair sweater. Put that on now Christina. You are a fucking whore.
From there she made my face up with rouge and lipstick and eye shadow making me look just like a street whore.
"To finish your dress off, well you said you liked long hair. Look what we found at that store, Christina. This is the longest, thickest wig I have ever seen in my life. Look at it, it’s going down past her ass. Holy shit. You are the essence of bimbodomshit! Ha, ha.
Yea, that had never been washed or treated either. You are truly a filthy whore, Christina.
"Oh and here.. A filthy dirty ski cap just to make you all the more filthy.
Walla.. And here she is the whore, Christina. You look so fucking hot! Literally! Ha, ha.
"Oh, here almost forgot, put these on. Some filthy dirty mittens. Oh, and last but not least some great whore shoes." Ha, ha.
And she made me put on a pair of red three inch heels. I have no clue why, but they fit.
And then as if on cue, they both lit a cigarette.
"So you like being an ashtray? Get down on your knees whore. Stick out that tongue whore."
"Oh, hey honey, didn’t this piece of shit say that this was her favorite sweater?" He asked.
"Yes, she did."
"Oh no I just burnt a hole in the sweater." He said.
"How terrible. Oh no I did too."
"You are such a filthy pig Christina. Look you have holes in your sweater now. Oh look some ashes on it. Here let me fix that." She said as she spit on the ash that was on my favorite sweater. Then she rubbed it in causing a dirt spot.
"You know this one is still missing something. Wait..." She said as she opened a box on a table.
"You are such in luck you dirty whore. Look what I have here. An old dirty, filthy cum filled rubber. Oh look I dropped it all over the front of your sweater. Oh, sorry, you would have rather had that go in your mouth?" She asked.
"No, no, please." I begged.
"Oh fuck Christina, it is time you sucked some cock. I mean, that is inexcusable for a filthy dirty whore like you. You want to suck your first cock today don’t you Christina?" She asked.
"No, no, please." I begged again.
"Plenty of time for that dear. After all, you are here all day and some wonderful friends of ours will be joining us shortly. You know we have to go out for a while so we have to put you away for a while. You won’t mind, you aren’t claustrophobic." She said.
I was pulled up off my knees and walked over to a very large, thick box.
"Oh look, we are in luck, there is padding. More of those fucking filthy sweaters I found. Well you paid for them, whore. Get in." She ordered.
I was now concerned, but knew I had no choice so I did as I was told. And then more sweaters were piled in the box until I couldn’t move and they closed the top of the box. Then I could hear them taping it. They taped it a long time.
It was hot in that box and I’m not sure how long I was in there. But finally I heard some noise, some people talking or something. And then the box cutter started cutting the taped box open. I cringed hoping the blade wouldn’t get me.
"OK Christina, time to entertain. Come out now." She ordered.
My head came out of the box and I really didn’t like what I saw. There was an exposed cock right in front of my face.
I continued to stand up and to my horror saw a number of people in the room waiting for their entertainment.
"OK Christina, time to become a woman." She said with a laugh as I noticed everyone in the room was wearing a sweater, and everyone in the room either had an exposed penis or an exposed strap-on.
So as promised they didn’t force me to suck a cock, however I was fucked in the ass by all of the strap-ons. I was at least jerked off on by most of the exposed penises. Well that’s not all that happened that fateful afternoon. And they had been right as I was humiliated beyond belief.
Before I was allowed to leave they made me swear I would return and suck cock the next time. Although I’m not sure about that!
Well if anyone out there would like to treat me this way, please let me know. I am seriously looking for more experiences.
My sweater fetish started many years ago when I was around 12. Girls wearing sweaters did something to me. So much so, that I started wearing girly sweaters, and I digress from there. Now I am just a totally pathetic sweater slut who would do almost anything for a sweater ‘fix’!
I love dominant people. Age or looks aren’t that important to me. It’s the inner You that I seek. That person who enjoys laughing at someone I guess. The meaner the better! For some reason I do love pleasing and making people laugh, usually at my expense. I have no pride and will do almost anything for a laugh! That may be my biggest purpose in life!
My biggest goal in life is to find that Woman who is reading this, laughing her head off with evil thoughts! My favorite scenarios or thoughts are:
‘Oh, so you like sweaters eric do you? Well, then eric should have sweaters, ha, ha, ha!’
‘Oh, so you like sweaters eric do you? Well, then eric will wear blouses only, ha, ha, ha!’
‘Why don’t you come over eric. My sorority needs some entertainment.’
‘Erica, get over here!’
'Eric, put that cardigan on the way sissys do. Buttons in the back!'