In Search Of Crybaby Island
“Write about finding Crybaby Island,” the order came out. So here I was totally helpless and still seeking Crybaby Island, which I haven’t been able to find, when Mistress Cassie orders me to write about it. She can be so frustrating when she has you deep in trance and totally dumbed down sucking on your own finger. I do so know the feeling. It is a helpless, hopeless, heavenly bliss of mind control making you do just about anything for the fix of her gorgeous voice penetrating into your mind and taking you deeper and deeper, craving nothing but more and more and more. I can hear her in my mind lingering on “You nee……………………eeeeeeed it.”
So, what is Crybaby Island and where is it? Well, Mistress tells me it is where all the shrimp dick losers go to cry then pee and masturbate. I can hear it now; a cacophony; a symphony; a whaling chorus of mind fucked baby men holding their dangling little penises praying and hoping they all of a sudden have 12 to 15 inch cocks instead of loser 3 inch little shrimps. Perhaps enough crying and begging to the Great Cock Spirit will release some sympathetic magical force changing everything from pathetic to pragmatic allowing the growth of these small dicked losers into towers of amazingly large or even giant pieces of shlong…then again, maybe not. While the mistresses laugh at the tears and ridicule the sissy-sized weakling baby clits pretending to be cocks, I sit here wondering if Crybaby Island can be productive or is it just this great garbage dump of tiny dicked losers who can never be the dreams they hope for inside their minds. Still, Mistress says I should keep asking to find it while begging out “Help me, help me…please help me! I need to find Crybaby Island.
I have yet another vision. Imagine a great island where all these sissies are hung on giant pink, sprawling tree branches. They are tied there by endless pink nylon ribbons, or any other color or material you can imagine. So, there you are hanging on one of the thousands of giant trees at Crybaby Island, then suddenly Mistresses float up to you on tiny baby blue or baby pink clouds. You think, at last, my Mistress has come to rescue me, but oh no, she has this giant, sucking tube and she is easily attaching it to your three inch clit; you know, that pretend cock that you dangle in your pants, panties or diapers; anyway the great tubes are turned on and immediately they begin sucking, making your two inch cock a rock hard three inches, wow wee, that’s huge; now Mistress is extracting your seeds and sending them down through the tubes to be collected for secret experiments. At this point you no longer care. You are nothing more than a cow feeling the bliss of endless ejaculations; and while Mistress stimulates you then pops a pacifier into your mouth you cry and drift off into a deeper trance by the power of her words and voice. She has you now. You are just another cow being milked at Crybaby Island. You scream “I’m cumming…and it goes on and on and on and on… She smiles and laughs; you come and cry. Mistress Cassie lifts up my head and looks directly into my eyes and says, “So, what were you expecting, my little sissy slut? You are not in Kansas anymore. I can hear her laughter go on and on as she says, “I’ll get you my sissy and your little dick too.”
A.K.A. stupid loser, sissy crybaby weakling,