Hey Scoob, you seem different today, did you get a haircut or something?
the ammount of redraws, repaints and other changes, like hands, face, hair and boobs I did with this one is quite frankly stupid. The indecisiveness is something I must avoid in the future for the sake of my time and sanity. Heres a little idea of what that some of that looks like, and I started 6 of these at once, and kept working on each of them without finishing them, which should give you a bit of an idea what Ive been up to the entirety of last week. I pulled to 48 hour sessions and still was not satisfied enough with either one to post it. It was excellent practice though.
Im going to probably finish another one or 2 of the Velma pinups I started and might just show some of the others as scraps/wips or save them for a different project later.
The good news is, Im much more confident in my painting now and I think Im starting to get better at drawing Velmas face.
lol, I find this fucking hot. Now I want a dick in me lol. 😮😲
learning art with shad man xd
When does this movie cum out
Down Right Awesome job!!!
NICE!
Makr the cop dude
If I were you I’d definitely use the one at the bottom where her hands are up in the air like dog paws and maybe have her sticking her tounge out lewdly and have her face blush extremely red with an ahegao face
awesome
You should in your spare time finish the other models and post them with this
fdhggggcxv<Kik fat ass small cock white fembois only
Everything you do is awsome. I mean people be hating on that
Sonic but honestly you hate on the permiss of sonic being a girl or whatever but those games were a big part of my child good and I kinda wish the character was primarily a girl for the fact that the photoshopping you did gets me going. I mean for real. It ant totally sonic in all fairness but I’d the little busty ass blue creater walk out in front of me in real life. I’d rapped the shit out of it. Even more so I love the new scobie do. I still prefer the old ones becuase I guess I’m a wanna be 90s kid but I didnt go on the site for a few days before that and rate when it came out I just watch the trailer for the new scoobie doo, and then came home off of a hard day at work. Lit me up a joint and saw this and the other ones. I called the next, lolol. I support you fellow human. And I hope you keep making all the sinfull and awsome art. Ps. I enjoy every bit btw, not that one person matters but could you try to make a couple more velmas. Maybe a couple with scoobie or shaggy giving it to that heavenly ass!!!???
Your friend and admirer
Ecoli
Holy fuck this got me so hard 😳😳
ur mom
gottem
Nice, but Velma haves a blue eyes.
532
But sonic is a boy that just makes you gay for liking him
Wut
More!!
thank god we dont have to stare at that fucking garbage sonic shit every time we check the site
You’re gay for not liking sonic
Lmao
trade DBs with me
add my kik: DDonkey16
Good dog
Looking for some fun kik me @hornyaf2478 looking for femboys and girls
Hey, Nobody wants your shitty kik. Go jack off a horse while thinking about your stepdads shriveled dick, This is shadbase not tinder.
Can we get ass expansion again please? And my suggestion for a character is either sandy cheeks, midna or princess daisy
Good riddance. Karma for outing Jlul
Jlul is and will always be better than shad
whats this about outing jlul?
Me Agree!!
looks like shad is gone again to get cigarets
Now that Shad has been wiped off the face of the Earth, gotta stop wanking it to this and get social. Who tryna text?
You gonna do more Raven??????
I like Raven!
Yes, more Raven please!!!
Shadbase left because of his terrible fanbase.
Draw something you lazy fucker
Wtf is wrong with you. Learn how to draw your own porm you lazy fucker.
Your all faggot basement dwelling losers plain and simple none of you are different so quit calling each other names when your the exact same type of person.
If you weren’t you would have left by now and wouldn’t have bothered posting a comment.
And the only reason I’m here is to tell you this cause unlike you guys my deleted search history is pornhub and naked models with huge boobs so take that you trap loving losers.
LOL I know it doesn’t make much of a difference because I’m still a degenerate but at least I’m a normal degenerate yah little freaks.
“im a normal normal degenerate”
-he says while on shadbase
*thinking*
lmao
Need someone to degrade me, add my discord Midnightlove666#0057
no one wants to add your discord because you are useless and non time worthy…
How’s that for degradation
Wheres the rest of the Starfire x Raven yo?
Can’t wait to see shemale Daphne nail velma
Seeing how its finals season, this proves Shadman is a university student somewhere.
Find em.
And than shoot him
Oh daddy shad where are you. My asshole is itching so bad for your cock. Bottomcream wasn’t enough for me IT HAS TO BE YOU DADDY SHAD. I’m going crazy I’ll do anything for you if you come back. You can skull fuck me if you want I don’t care just give me your dick and let my little faggot ass serve you.
Doesn’t even matter if you’re the real or fake dumbfuck educator, you’re basically saying the same shit he’s been saying for the past month but be warned, he might come back to tell you how much of a pedophile you are even when you directly quote his faggotry
Don’t you fucking question my love for shad daddy. He’s a god among you fucking 12 year old dog fuckers and the only one who deserves my tight faggot ass. You should probably get back to jacking off your dog anyway without having your mom to do it anymore you basement dweller.
I must really be making you angry to spend this much effort! I’m laughing at you, pootbutt.
Please shadman where are you i need more cock in my ass because im such a flaming homo!!
can we see a backside view of her in that position showing us her asshole?
Up
+1
this. yes.
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
Yeah but like did anyone fucking ask
Just post a fucking pastebin link.
HEY, “Anonynous” — — if you’re going to copypaste my story excerpts—and I can’t even begin to imagine why you keep doing this—at least credit the work you’re copying. Thank you.
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Guess whos dead, dead again. Shadmans dead, tell a friend…
cant yall jerk it to the hundreds of other things here lol
Ah, yes, because what we want right now is a reworking of the background image, not porn, why would we want porn?
May we, knights under the shad banner pray for our king’s good health and healing in these dark times. DUES VULT
Ave Satanis nigga
Guys y’all need to calm down, the Lord’s just been hospitalized.
Hope U get better soon shad.
Proof or it didn’t happen.
Shad’s not the Lord. He’s more like a demon or some really fucked up god.
HA! I see what tou did there! Lol
I’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😋
Jesus Christ you fat fuck incel stop fucking posting nobody wants your nasty faggot ass. Take the damn hint bitch.
Lmao so true
Lmao so true man
He have a good point
Can you add the fucking comment word limit?i am tired scrolling up those bitches.cmon man u not drawing at least make ur site up
I agree, some retard keeps pasting a long script
Damn Shad I just heard about you being hospitalized. Get well soon.
10/10 would nut again .
What the fucking fuck???? Please get up off the giant cock you’re riding and draw some new shit!!!
He’s in the hospital you fucking retard, get your cock out of your hand and do something productive
O shit! Im so sorry, I had know idea
Proof?
Yeah he’s in the hospital reviewing and approving all these comments. Right.
What he got?
Fuck outa fantasy land with that made-up bull shit nigga
everytime hes gone for a week everyone says hes in the hospital
I like it:
kjvo.us/photo192
Oh yeeeea!
Love it!
WARNING – RUSSIAN SCAMMER HAS A NEW SITE: kjvo.us/photo192
KJVO.US is a URL shortening. This one is for your-sexydream2.com
DO NOT TRUST IT! It generates all kinds of popups and it hijacks your browser to try to keep you there. They hope you’re dumb enough to give it your personal and financial information. IT’S A SCAM!
I like it:
{URL GOES HERE}
Oh yeeeea!
Love it!
This is the Russian’s signature.
We’re clearly having an effect because (A) he’s switched domains again (first xxx-chat.fun, then fubars.pw, now this one), and the new domain isn’t obviously Russian Federation like the last two, but it still goes to the same kind of phishing site.
Now, if you want to hand over your personal and financial information to a Russian criminal, be our guest. But don’t claim we never warned you.
DO NOT EVER CLICK ON kjvo.us/photo192
He may just be playing that new star wars game or Pokémon that came out. The last two weeks
Kik: Redhead533. Just send nudes and I’ll send back
Love you dude but you got to find a way to fill these dry periods
Sir no harm are you still alive
OK but we better see some porn of Black Widows Taskmaster.
Hope shad is okay :(
why dont u post more you pice of shit?
Because they let you draw porn IFF you have no wider appeal.
Moeblob takin’ dick? fine, who cares. Moeblob takin’ dick, drawn by a charismatic internet personality with followers? One who’s not completely retarded, one who’s capable of turning you into a joke?
That’s a yikes from me, dogg(white), followed by a scandal Frankenstein’d out of whatever tailings and offal are available and packaged for distribution to the standard child-soldier moral outrage accounts.
Dude chill, let our lord his time, if you in such a need to fap play shad Roulette or go find somewhere other porn
I agree
Yeeeey daphnie will be futa 😍
*meat beating intensifies*
meat beating your ass
Hell yeah my nigga
Fuck I hope so
Shad is dead or got caught by FBI? What happened to him?
I do not know if it is to think badly but also the owner of the hand can clearly see that it is damaged by the shadow but a penis is seen so it will be of the futa category if it occurs to you to upload more things
Jesus Christ are we gonna get a new pic before 2020. remember when we would get 3 pics a week. Pepperidge Farm Remembers
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
go fuck yourself
What are you, six? Only babies repeat things back to mock. What an ass…
Thank you for being born.
You are damn right pepperidge farm remembers
deadbase
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My step
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
From T-GIRL TALES #6 is this short story except, “Sissy Nuns for Mother Superior.”
The story is set in 1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominating me. I felt a little more of my masculinity being erased.
As if you have any left.
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that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My step
convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situati1969. Two half-brothers have been drafted into the army. Instead they flee to a remote nun’s convent now run by their stepmother, Sister Luciconvent now run by their stepmother, Sister Lucinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situatinda “Cindy” with full autonomy. Needless to say, Cindy has taken full advantage of the situation…
————
She bent over my desk with the hem of her nun’s habit flipped up to her shoulders, exposing her pert, round bottom to me. I’d already pulled her panties to her bare feet and yanked them off. Sister Rosa was prettier than most of the thirty-three nuns under my supervision here at Crimson Heart Convent. The Latina was barely twenty-years-old with long, black hair and light brown skin.
“Why are you doing this to me Sister Lucinda?” the sweet, virginal Mexican girl whined, making my cunt tingle in anticipation.
“Mother Superior!” I snapped and then gave her another blow across her ample butt cheeks with a thin, polished wooden rod. “I do this to teach you your place and demonstrate the consequences of your sinful disobedience.”
“But what did I do?” she wailed.
I whacked her butt even harder. “You show disrespect. You dare to ask impertinent questions. You wantonly display… willfulness.”
Tears coursed her cheeks. “Please forgive me, Mother Superior!”
Perfect! That was the response I desired: fear, pain and a touch of despair. I lay the cane on the desk and stood behind her.
“You know I only do this for your own good, my child. I love you too much not to discipline you when you need it.”
I took her red, lovely ass cheeks in my hands and massaged the pain away. She was too cowed to even think of protesting. Instead, she whimpered… with pleasure. I stroked her ass more firmly, eliciting deep moans. When I saw her hips gyrate, I knew that I had her.
“Oh! Mother Superior!” she panted, giving herself over to me.
Her feet were already spread to brace herself over the desk, so when I slipped my fingers between them I immediately found her tender vulva. Her labia were parted and oh so moist.
“Oh, my!” she gasped. Then she spread her legs a little wider.
“Good girl,” I cooed lovingly into her ear.
Then I easily slid my middle finger into her milky twat, so wet with desire. She moaned with no shame as my probing digit slipped all the way in. She ground her ass against my hand. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at me with naked lust.
I withdrew my finger, delighted at her whine of frustration. “I see that you’re a very good girl, Rosa.”
At first she smiled wantonly at the compliment, but then she looked confused and worried. “Thank you, Mother Superior. But wasn’t that a terrible sin just now?”
I flipped the hem of her habit down and commanded her to kneel at the foot of my desk. She immediately did so. I sat on the edge of the desk and flipped up my own habit to reveal I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs wide, opening my labia to her barely six inches from her face. There was a struggle in her expression, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from my pussy.
“Sister Rosa, as your Mother Superior, am I not your direct link to the Virgin Mary?” I waited for her to nod. “As long as we do not give ourselves to men and serve the Lord well, should we not strive to attain the closest sisterhood we can?”
The confusion in her eyes was fast being replaced by wondrous lust. “Of course, Mother Superior. I understand now!”
“You may just call me ‘Mother’ now, Rosa.”
“Yes, Mother,” she said with adoring eyes.
I traced a wet line from my asshole to my clit. Her eyes were riveted to the sight. “Behold the mystery of womanhood, God’s own creation. It is not forbidden, Rosa. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with grateful tears. “Yes, Mother!”
“You may kiss it, lick it… whatever you desire, lovely Rosa.”
“Oh yes, Mother!”
It was as if she’d waited her entire life for this very moment. After a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue onto my reddish-pink slit and hungrily lapped at my pussy flesh. Her eyes were closed in rapture, and her helpless whimpers told me our newest nun would fit in here perfectly. I allowed myself a small but genuine moan, and she licked at my twat all the harder.
There was a knock at the door. Rosa tried to pull away from my snatch, but I grabbed the back of her head and ordered her to continue. I told her that if she were ashamed of her love for me, then I would give her something to truly be ashamed of. She resumed licking my labial folds and clit with her pervious zeal.
“Come in Sister Bertha,” I called.
The door opened and in popped my right-hand nun, who surveyed the carnal scene with an approving smile. At 32, Bertha was six years younger than I. She had long, black hair, luscious 40DD tits, a slender waist, and a firm, generous ass. A very tasty ass. I tasted it and other parts of her almost every night. We had been made for each other.
She’d been a San Francisco whore before she entered the convent, an occupation that had developed her sexual instincts and appetites. She and I had a deliciously tawdry affair that turned into a loving, lasting relationship. It was an open relationship, however!
She’d been delighted when I’d told her about my plans for taking over a convent and turning it into a sexual playground. She had become disillusioned with her whore’s life, and the life I planned at the convent appealed to her greatly. She was in heaven now.
“Excuse me Mother Lucinda,” Bertha said. “There are two young men to see you.” She watched Rosa go down on me and winked. “Shall I tell them you’re too busy to meet with them at the moment?”
I pulled Rosa’s mouth closer to my clit. “What do they want?”
Bertha chuckled. “They say they’re your sons.”
I laughed in my surprise. Jake and Henry? The boys whose eyes often wandered over my body when I was Mom to them? Whatever they were here for, this would be interesting. I stood, pulling my pussy away from Sister Rosa’s eager mouth. With great satisfaction, I heard her whine with frustration. She was living up to the potential I’d seen.
“Bertha, put Rosa in the purple dormitory,” I said, smoothing down my habit. “Ensure she’s given the proper underwear, shoes and… the pleasure harness. Start her with a number two buttplug and a small dildo. You’ll keep her key. Explain the new rules to her.”
Rosa would be locked into a chastity belt that held a buttplug and a dildo in place. It would allow her to pee, but she’d have to ask Sister Bertha to unlock her for bowel movements. The constant stimulation would make her crazy with lust. By Friday night she’d be helpless with sexual need. That was when I’d have her shown to my bedroom.
“Oh,” I added, as if an afterthought. “And send my boys in.”
[If “Mother Superior” would do that to a real nun, what would she do with her stepsons?]
—-
Cindy—“Sister Lucinda”—stood over us as we sat in front of her desk. It was hard to imagine her hot body hidden under that shapeless black robe, and her fiery red hair tucked under that headdress. Despite the de-sexing clothes, she still radiated an erotic, dominant personality. She smiled as if she enjoyed seeing the stunned looks on our faces.
Jake and I began to explain our predicament. Sister Cindy nodded as we made various points, but the deep sympathy I’d expected was absent… no, that wasn’t it entirely. I supposed it was more of a “what do you expect me to do?” attitude.
My stepmom-nun shifted her gaze at me. “As far as me hiding you out, I don’t have any hiding places but here. I don’t think I have to say that you boys’d stick out. Then I’d go to jail for harboring fugitives.”
“Uh…” Jake fumbled. He was blushing now, mortified about his earlier outburst. “Maybe… what if… what if we didn’t stick out?”
It amazed me how quickly the look in her eyes changed. She’d gone from cold, to sympathetic, to… I wasn’t certain what it was, but it unnerved me a little. “What are you proposing, Jake?” Now her eyes gleamed with… lust? Malevolence? Avarice? Perhaps a little of all three. It was obvious she knew what Jake was proposing.
“What if I—we—posed as nuns?” Jake was blushing when he said it, and then he crossed his legs. Perhaps concealing a boner?
“Even if I thought you could become sissies and pull this off, no way would you agree to what I’d want from you in exchange for the risk I’d be taking.” She pulled a riding crop out of the top desk drawer and laid it on the desk. “Understand?”
“We… we’re your sons!” Jake gasped.
“No longer. Now you’re draft dodgers threatening my way of life and maybe my freedom. Are you ready to fully give yourself to me?”
—-
The next step was hair removal, aided by a mild tranquilizer and a powerful pain pill. I lay on a stained sheet on a padded table as Mom and Sister Bertha spread long patches of hot wax all over my arms, legs and chest, and ripped out all of the body hair with strips of cloth.
The worst part was my face: two days of stubble gave plenty to rip out, but the pain was bad even with the drugs and I cried through the worst two minutes I ever felt. When they finished, Mom hugged me to her naked body and comforted me as I wept on her shoulder.
“Oh baby,” she said. “I know it was bad, but be grateful you don’t have a thick beard. Mommy is proud of you for being a brave girl.”
“It hurt, Mom! It hurt!”
She explained it couldn’t be helped. Shaving wouldn’t be good enough: anybody could see stubble under the skin. “But look, baby.”
She helped me off the table and led me to a full-length mirror. My own slight body, long hair and androgynous face combined with my complete lack of beard and facial hair made for an amazing change: I looked like a teenage girl without boobs—aside from my dick. Mom and still-clothed Bertha stood behind me as I marveled at my new look.
Mother Lucinda whispered in my ear, encouraging me to run my hands over my body and face, and feel the difference. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Tell me what it feels like, baby,” she purred into my ear. “How do you like it?”
I was amazed at how easily my hands glided over my body, even my still sore face. I didn’t care about the pain though, because I could barely believe the touch of my own skin. “It feels so good, Mom,” I sighed. “I feel like a girl.”
“Say that again, baby,” she husked. “Say it in a girl’s voice.”
Then my stepmother sank her mouth into my neck, sucking and nibbling for a long minute as I felt her breasts press into my back and her hot skin pressing against mine. I repeated myself in a higher voice, but I couldn’t help my cock getting hard all over again.
Lucinda took it into her grasp and firmly held it, controlling it. She told me to make my voice even more girly as she held on to my dick. As I kept repeating myself in a higher and more diminutive voice, my boner died in her grasp. I felt like I’d lost even more of my manhood.
“Your girl’s voice isn’t too bad, but we’ll work on it. Sister Bertha used to coach transvestites as a pro dominant. She’ll help you.”
“Yes, Mother Superior,” I said.
“You’ll be glad to know that waxing will last at least six weeks,” she said. “But the next time—”
“I’m going to have to do this again?” I whined. This time my voice sounded quite girlish all on its own.
“Shhh, baby. What does grow back, won’t be as much, I promise you that. It will never again be this bad. We’re going to give you special pills, a kind of female hormones that will reduce the growth of your face and body hair… and it’ll make your skin more girly soft. After a year or so, we may not have to do it again.”
“A year, Mother Lucina!” I wailed, all girl now. As much as I loved the new sissy me, I didn’t want to be this way forever, did I?
“At least. Who knows how long this Vietnam insanity will go on? Even after it ends, you’ll still be wanted. You’ll go to prison if you get caught, Jane. Do you want to go to prison or do you want to stay safe with Mommy who will love you and protect you?”
“With you, Mommy! With you!”
I whirled and hugged myself to her naked body. My cock was caught between our tummies. Lucinda cupped and massaged my girl-smooth asscheeks with her soft, warm hands. My boner sprang to full attention against her belly. My stepmom closed her lips around mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fully dominatin
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Racist retard alert
Imagine not being racist you faggot
Imagine not being a gay racist homophobic transgender Mexican-Arian Nazi who’s a member of isis. You fucking plebeian.
Wild muslims?
Yeah the kind you catch in tall grass
No u
Fuck you
Jokes on you my mom is the wild Muslim and will rape you
It must be really stressful being responsible for about 100k nuts, I just really appreciate your art and love what you do and what you say in most your art, I don’t even fap to your shit, I have a wife for that. I just want to see more of YOUR work not this fap off pandering just your art.
Love, a fan of art.
Since when can you marry your hand? Must be some new law I haven’t heard of.
Your doing great sweetie
Kinda makes me wonder if he took his comment section off his site XD who that remove allot of his stress :3 doubt it lmao
creating a safe space free of criticism and feedback wont remove the negative opinions the users have about him, theyre still gona find him a lazy cunt regardless, he will simply not be able to see said opinions nor the drones that asskiss him everyday.
And without the ability to come and be idiots to one another, the daily views and traffic would be cut so low he’d go broke
I’m about to train markov chain text generator on these comments, wish me luck.
Shad is dead and only princess twinks will refuse to admit it.
What’s wrong with being a princess twink :(
Nothing.
Hey Shad hope you are all right. If you want to make a longer break sure take your time. We just want to know if you are alright.
You alive bitch
I don’t care if he wants to take long breaks or not. Just wanna know what’s going on
Love you papa, no more cigarettes
Shadman how about shrek porn? Fiona as an ogre was kinda hot in the 4th
to be honest if shad actually died, i’m sure one of the guys would tell us or even update the site to express this even though the guys have faked their deaths in the past to fuck with us so only time will tell
Finally Shad is dead, thank you so don’t have to watch faggots comments anymore
On 2. December he commented under a video were alinity was getting licked by her dog on stream “dejavu”
So expect dogfucking you faggot
You absolute buffoon
He had a series of post about a twitch thot character, and was obviously a reference
Ey fag
December 2. He posted dejavu under a vid were alinity got licked by her dog… So expect dogfucking you lil fag
For everyone that is so sure that he’s quit: remember a while back between this post and last, when there was eleven days between. And everyone was so sure that shad was sick, shad had died, shad had quit, shad went on holiday; and he was just taking a break. Or a few months back when he wrote “I’m going to the store to get cigarettes, you need anything?” And we were so sure that this was the shadman way of saying he was quitting, or that he was going to kill himself; and he actually just took a break for 22 days. He’s obviously going through something and I’d uploading infrequently because of it, maybe some event, or just spending more time with family and friends. I mean, at this point it is the festive season, so there is a good chance of him just hanging out with family, so he can’t draw and upload as much, so instead he’s doing pinups, instead of a comic series. So let’s all calm down, and just remember we were a bunch of morons last time, and the time before, so let’s start learning from out mistakes instead of making the same stupid assumptions every damn time.
Shut up faggot
Fuck you
Literally fuck off pindick
Fuck off retard
Hey man, i think you are right but even more. he might even be setting up an escape. don’t get me wrong, i think shadman loves this site and all the effort he put into it (well.. at least to the ability that shad is able to love anything for that matter..). But cmon, he’s becoming “too good” at drawing to settle for JUST this. And frankly, with the audience he has here, i don’t blame him. whatever it is you are up to shad, i wish you the best my friend. This will be the first and probably the last comment i ever leave here, and it’s not even on my own post :’) see you all in hell.
made his name by drawing lolis and other taboo shit
starting to think he’s too good for his site and reputation
wut
Agreed. A little heads up would have been nice… Just saying.
Bitch
Hope yer alright shadboy, take yer time and have fun. Love yew dude. If I could tack on something Id recommend, itd be to perhaps check into adding a character limit to comments. Theres copypasta walls of text popping up now and its kind of a mess to scroll through lul
more gay shit pls
Dude bring back the co op with the website so when you feel lime kicking it easy you can know the site is still doing well.
I’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😋
More like you’re a thirteen-year-old boy who steals gravatars and has so little originality all he can do is steal from regular spammers. I am sick of bottomcream’s constant flow of ads but I still respect him 1000 times more than you.
You’re both retarded lil‘ hoes
Eat shit dumbfuck, it’s hilarious how much this is pissing you off
So it’s true! Morons ARE easily amused.
Seriously just shut the fuck up dumbfag educator, even you know that you have no value on this planet, that’s why you blindly defend and suck Shads dick so much, because you’re desperate for love and approval, but he doesn’t know or care who you are, just like everyone else.
You clearly don’t care if Shad does things right or wrong, you’d let him literally shit in your mouth if it made him happy from how much of a blind fanboy you are which is why you’ve been fighting anyone who calls him out even if you have no arguments to defend Shad or yourself from the “immature incel pedophiles” that are his “haters” which is exactly what makes you so fucking pathetic, you’ve went from valiantly defending Shad earlier this month to just plain calling people names like a 10yr old.
The only thing you can do right from this point forward, seeing how you show no form of remorse from your childish behavior or any desire to change and stop being a pathetic fanboy no-life with non-existant self confidence, is dying, take a nose dive straight off the top of a 12 story building to make it funnier for us and we’ll celebrate your death once you’re finally off the world and this site.
Why so angry? Did Daddy forget to use lube when he assfucked you last night?
Where can I find child porn
My nigga, you cannot do that, that’s not okay
Prison you sick fuck
do you know how hard it is to get child porn in prison? dumbass
holy shit this bait is trash. neck yourself faggot
What a gay thing to say
Die. Just.. just die, please.
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Just a friendly reminder that i really enjoy ur art, and think u should keep going.
Saw all the bad comments, and thought that i would speak up, to show u there are many people who like ur art :)
Coming back here to check every day is starting to bother me because it gives the site hits for sonic edits and softcore porn and I feel that probably skews with Shad’s perception of what people want because that is the only logical explanation for a sane person to either draw or enjoy sonic edits. And I mean, this Velma thing is ok but to my untrained eye isn’t really any better than his slightly older shit, I get that fingers are hard to draw but damn
If you’re too self conscious about the art I’m just sayin, most people will probably enjoy it anyway if you don’t think it’s that great
Send me a pick of you and maybe we’ll get to talking 😏😏
no you hella gay fagboy
Would you eat my ass for a Scooby snack
It’s been 2 weeks and 2 days since I masturbated, and boy is it difficult to keep up. My fantasy is working verrry hard at night to just get me to jerk it again. Last night was particularly bad, and it was inspired by this image of Ash using a Ditto to imitate his mom. In another one of Shad’s’images he has two Dittos, so I imagined Ash in his room, his mom bringing him laundry or something. So he changes his two Dittos into his mom just wearing her regular clothes, but then he makes one wear a schoolgirl uniform with knee-high socks and the other to turn into a slightly muscular version of his mom wearing a very tiny bikini by pointing to pictures in magazines (either that or he turns them both into really trashy, tattooed, nipple-pierced, fishnet-wearing prostitutes – my mind taunts me with both versions). Then he turns them both into futas by pointing to his own penis (all of this is happening with his mom in the room) and makes the muscular one take off the schoolgirl’s skirt and penetrate her from behind as she’s on her back. Ash is mastubating to this naked, and at some point decides to join in by licking the schoolgirl version’s face, ripping open her blouse and sucking her breasts, and eventually mounting the schoolgirl until she cums inside him (his real mom still watching, blushing, not knowing what to do with herself). He then gets on his back himself, face towards his real mother, and the muscular one penetrates him while the other gets on his face, until he cums while looking his mom in the eye, and is left reeling on the floor with his own cum on his chest. At this point his real mother is very wet, and she makes the two versions of herself have sex with her, first by spit-roasting her and then by double-penetrating her. All three of them orgasm, leaving the real mother breathless for a while. Ash then decides to crawl up to her, lick all of her orifices clean and penetrate her vagina, all the while alternating between kissing her very wetly and sucking her lactating breasts. His mother succumbs completely and they both climax again.
Long story short: I should not be on this website.
Painfully horny I see
Pwnage style
I hope shaddy didnt actually fucking die
Is this the end of shadbase?
J I M M Y N I G G A T R O N
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Can u at least draw a stick figure so we know you’re alive
And just when you thought he was back
He probably read all you assholes comments and decided to quit. Good for him cause half his fucking fans are impatient 11 year olds.
I was looking for that one nigga, and that one nigga is you. Like always there is that one nigga.
You put that extremely well
I usually wonder how is like to deal with shitty fans like those, guess he simply doesn’t care
Where is my Dad shad? I miss you fucking stupid 💖
Wait a minute shadow is a…… FEMALE SHADOW WITH A DICK
No it isn’t faggot, it’s her dress. Shad said so.
It’s a dick.
It’s definitely a cock
2 weeks
Kik me @oofnut72 m17 bi we can trade pics ;)
Where has the almighty shad gone?
I have found the dark side of the internet…
Welcome
Nigga this ain’t the dark web
True. Its like more kinky part of imternet. U dont wanna see the dark part. Thats really fucking dark.
Nothing new yet, back to nhentai I go
Same
Seems interesting? Care to elaborate?
DON’T … JUST DON’T. YOU WILL BE FUCKED ON THE WORST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. NOW THAT YOU’VE STARTED JACKING OFF, DON’T STOP (until your dick bleeds). YOU ARE SO FREAKY. JACK OFF THE FAMILY DOG TEN TIMES. HELP THE DOG MOUNT YOUR MOTHER FIVE TIMES AND YOUR LITTLE SISTER THREE TIMES. IF YOU DO THIS YOU MOTHER AND YOUR SISTER WILL BECOME YOUR COCKSLAVE ON THE NEAREST FRIDAY POSSIBLE. BUT IF YOU DO READ THIS AND DO NOT PASTE THIS, YOU WILL BECOME AS PATHETIC AND IMPOTENT AS ALL OF THE SHAD HATERS WHO CRY HERE.
Is that daphne in the other shadow possibly with a futa cock
I believe so
He said it’s part of the skirt. Yall really like females with dicks
Yeah they do and it’s ruining this site. Fucking homos.
This sites always had dick, you homo
Where hath thou gone shad?
I only come here to read the comments at this point lol
Same
Rip
I think Shad has been on a downward spiral mentally and now he’s lost it completely
Nigga Died Like JuiceWRLD
Lol
I guess you died this time
You’re
fucking pathetic you little twat
THATS IT SHAD IVE EFFING HAD IT!!! ITS DESTROY DICK DECEMBER AND MY HORNY NEEDS FUEL!!! IF YOU DONT MAKE ME SOME GAS IM GONNA DIE!!!!! HWGDHKSKROODJHDHFJJFJEHDBNXJFNNEIO!!!!!
It’s been two weeks m8, he’s obviously quit.
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yo why the fuck was i banned from the discord server? fucking bullshit
Probably because you’re a fat fuck incel
The Shad’s cigarrettes adiction will kill us.
More i need MORE
yo shad finish the other comics you started!
I know we said take your time but this is a bit much