Brenda – part 1 – first meeting

Brenda – part 1 – first meetingFor several years I talked with her online. “I want you to make me a girl and then I can be your girl” was something she would say often. Then she would eventually ask “how are you going to make me a girl?” My response was almost always the same. “You are already a girl. I’m just going to help you be who you already are” was my typical response. I don’t make anyone do anything. As human beings we have the ability to chose. Now guilt, shame, obligation, honor, fear, other emotions, and hormones can make us do things we feel we can’t control. Just because I’m going to treat you like the filthy cum slurping sissy faggot in the bedroom, does not mean you are unworthy of some basic respect as a human outside of the bedroom. Circumstances don’t make us who we are, they simply reveal who we are… to ourselves. If we are self aware, and we want to change a discovered behavior, then we have the ability to do so. I talked with her online several days in circular conversations for years. I would eventually get irritated and then release my frustrations in bahis siteleri some naughty slut who needed her dripping pussy filled with my cum, or even better I would take out my frustrations on my bitch ass sissy faggot of the moment. My sissy was always great at calming me down and affirming what I already knew, that the sissy I’ve been chatting with online would have to decide when she was ready to move forward. After several years of online chatting, sometimes with a few months between our chats, she said she wanted to meet me. We decided to meet in a very public coffee shop just to have a short conversation and to see if she wanted to move forward.I arrived a bit early and waited in the coffee shop. I sat close to a window to see if she would pull up. She pulled right into the spot about 3 cars away from where I parked. She got out of her car and I could see the woman trapped in a man’s body, crying to get out. She walked in looking and I stood up so she would notice. She walked over and sat down. She was very nervous. I had her put her hands on the table in front canlı bahis siteleri of us. I placed my hands over hers and called her princess. I could see in her eyes that she had not ever been addressed in that manner in public. She smiled like a shy teenager. I ordered her drink (decaf as she was already shaking) and we talked for some time. Let’s call her Brenda for this story.It was time for us to leave when Brenda asked if we could meet again. I never addressed her by her birth babe. I only called her … sweetie… or princess. A few times people close to us could hear me call her that, but I did’t care. After a stare or two, Brenda stopped caring too. She later told me that I made her feel like she was the only one in the place. I believe in being a gentleman outside of the bedroom. In public Brenda was my princess. I did remind her that in the bedroom she would do as I wanted … because she needed to do that anyway. A sissy can’t help it. It is part of a sissy’s dna. We left and I knew that eventually she would feel my cock inside of her as she begged me to canlı bahis cum inside her. Brenda later confessed that she wanted to suck me in the parking lot. Brenda had given head to about a dozen boys over the years. I wanted her to wait. Our next meeting was at a casual diner not far from my place. When we finished I invited Brenda back to my apartment. We talked on the couch and eventually Brenda stripped off her clothes. She sucked on my cock until I blew my seed inside of her mouth. My cock pulsates so hard and quick that I could tell she wasn’t used to feeling that. I told her that I am a heavy cummer, but she did’t believe me. When my seed started dripping down the sides of her mouth faster than she could swallow, she believed me. I gave Brenda a list of items she was to buy before we could move forward. She was nervous to buy these items, but I saw them as basic purchases. I told her to buy an item or two at a time. “Don’t buy the oversized pajama shirt, panties, tube socks, lipstick, and pantyhose all at once” I told her. I gave her two weeks. She needed deadlines. This was part of her training.Brenda did’t appreciate my approach at first. She later understood what I was doing. I’ll have to write more about Brenda. I became too attached to her. Part 2 to follow soon. Thank you for reading,sissyfuck3r