The rise of the bi Alpha

Have you noticed? More and more men are getting totally obsessed with gurls, and honestly, I can't blame them! Over the last year, I’ve been flooded with messages from guys practically begging to be hooked up with cute gurls. So, being the good little helper I am, I’ve been chatting with a few Bi Alpha men to get their take on things. And, honey, let me tell you, their views are spicy! They see gurls as eager to please, playful, and, well… their personal little fuck toys. Sounds fun, right?

 

Now, buckle up, sweeties, because I’ve got a juicy little interview for you! I had a chat with a very confident and oh-so-dominant Bi Alpha, and for the sake of anonymity, let’s call him Robert. My questions are in pink, and Robert’s answers… well, you’re gonna love them.


Hey Robert, how are you lovely?

I’m doing great, thank you! And you? I have to say, you look absolutely stunning.

Aww, you charmer! Thank you, that’s so sweet. Shall we dive right in?

Of course.

So, you’re into gurls? Be honest, babe, are you gay?

(Laughs) I’d say I’m bi, but it’s something I’ve only recently discovered.

Oooh, tell me more!

Well, I’ve always had a very high sex drive, like, insatiable! My wife? She just could never keep up. I’m constantly craving it, and honestly, almost every woman I’ve been with has struggled to satisfy me. About a year ago, my wife and I had a bit of a bust-up over, you guessed it, lack of sex. I was frustrated, so frustrated. I need it daily, and she’s happy with, like, twice a month. But instead of fighting, we had a really honest chat, and she gave me permission to have my fun, as long as I’m careful and tell her everything.

Oh my god, that’s so mature! But wasn’t she, like, tempted to just leave?

No, we love each other too much. She’s just not as hungry for sex as I am, and she’s fine with that.

Wow, so you’re saying you need it two or three times a day? Giggle, that’s a lot!

Not needy, I would say driven. I look after myself, stay fit, eat well, and take pride in my looks.

Mmm, I can see that. Gotta admit, I find you very attractive, and let’s just say, I’m very curious about that stamina… (Blushing)

(Chuckles) Really now? Well, maybe we should meet.

(Blushing) Maybe… but would you want me, or my sissy gurl husband?

Both.

Mmm, confident and greedy, I like it. But tell me, why gurls? You’re clearly a hot, dominant man who could have any woman, so what’s the deal?

(Laughs) I love being in control. I love making my partners squirm with pleasure, knowing I own their orgasm, that I decide when and how they feel good. It’s a game for me, one that I always win. And honestly? I manipulate my wife the same way.

Ooooh, naughty! How do you do that?

Well, despite all my fun, I still love her. Her body, her mouth, her arse, her pussy, I crave her just like I crave my other playthings. We still have sex twice a week, at least. But here’s the twist. She’s never had a big libido. But when I come home from a steamy little session and tell her all about it, suddenly, she wants me. She’s even begged me to fuck her like one of my sluts.

Oh, she is so lucky!

Are you teasing me?

No, babe, I mean it. What woman doesn’t want a good, hard fucking?

Careful now, or I’ll have to put you over my knee. (Laughing)

(Blushing) Promises, promises… So, tell me, how did you first get into gurls?

It wasn’t planned. It kinda just happened. I was meeting women left, right, and centre, and for the most part, it was great. But after a while, they all wanted more, commitment, dates, all that boring stuff. And I just didn’t. Then I met Jane.

Ooooh, Jane! Do spill!

Well, Jane is a married woman, and we used to hook up whenever I was in London. One night, we were having dinner, and she got very tipsy. She started telling me all about her husband and why she was cheating. I’d always been curious about gurls, I mean, who hasn’t seen those gorgeous ones online? She showed me a photo of her husband dressed up. And babe, let me tell you, I was blown away.

Turns out, her husband is a very convincing gurl. And from there? Well… let’s just say things got interesting…

Ohhh, details, babe! What happened next?

Jane and I started talking more and more about him. She told me how he loved to dress up but was too shy to do anything about it. She started sending me pictures of him in lingerie, and I could tell she wanted something to happen. Then one night, she called me, and guess what? He was right there, listening.

I told Jane to make him put on his prettiest outfit, and she did. She put the call on video, and there he was, blushing, nervous, but obviously loving the attention. Over the next few weeks, we had several calls like that. Each time, we pushed him a little further, making him pose, making him show off, making him understand exactly what he was.

Oh my I am sooo blushing hun, that sounds sooo hot. How did Jane react?

Jane loved it. She loved seeing him embarrassed, knowing she had a real man in me, while her husband was nothing but a sissy plaything. She made him perform, made him repeat filthy little phrases, and when he hesitated? She reminded him exactly who was in charge.

I bet Jane's gurl was on heat constantly, giggle

Yes, I think Jane’s sissy husband was desperate to take things further, but he seemed terrified of what that truly meant. There was this hesitation in him, like he wanted to step over the edge but couldn’t quite make himself do it. 

And Jane? 

Oh, she was seething. Not just because of the shift in their marriage, but because he had lied to her for years. She had confided in me late one night, admitting how angry and betrayed she felt. He had hidden his secret needs from her, had built a life with her without ever giving her the choice to decide if this was something she wanted.

We hear that so often from wives! What happened next?

I could see where this was heading even before she told me. Jane wanted to punish him, to put him in his place. So, when she invited me to dinner at their home, I knew it wouldn’t be just dinner. She made it very clear, her husband was going to cook for me, serve me, and he was going to do it while looking exactly how she wanted him to.

When I arrived, Jane was glowing with amusement. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "He chose my outfit tonight, even picked out my lingerie. And as I dressed, he watched me. I told him, ‘This is what Robert is going to do to me later.’”

(Giggles) Oh my god, Jane is wicked! I love her already, she needs to join my little group of dominant wives!

Oh, trust me, you two would get along very well.

That dinner was the start of something incredible. Jane and I toyed with her husband like a little pet, stretching out his humiliation, testing how far we could push him.

Ohhh, you know I need specifics, babe! What exactly did you make him do?

It started small. Jane would call me when he was dressed up, making him pose for the camera while she giggled beside me. We’d make him beg just to be allowed to watch while we teased each other. The shame on his face? 

Delicious.

But I wasn’t satisfied with just making him watch. I needed more. I needed to own him completely.

So, I gave him a name.

Ooooh, a proper sissy needs a proper name! What did you choose?

Jane and I made it a little game. One night, she was curled up in my lap, swirling her wine, teasing me with her nails as she purred, "You look at him and tell me, Robert, what should his name be?"

I took my time, letting my gaze trail over him. He was standing there, knees pressed together, lips painted a soft pink, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his dress. So eager to hear what I would decide.

"Kitty."

Ohhh, Kitty is perfect! I love that name for a pathetic little sissy! What did he do when he heard it?

Blushed. Hard.

"Say it," I ordered, my voice low.

"M-my name is Kitty," he whispered.

"Louder."

"My name is Kitty."

Jane let out a moan, pressing her thighs together. "Oh, Robert, you have no idea how much this turns me on."

Mmm, I bet! That must have been so hot! And I know you weren’t stopping there… What happened next?

Oh, I wasn’t even close to done. The more I controlled Kitty, the more Jane needed me. And the more she needed me, the further I wanted to push her husband. It became a cycle, one that neither of us wanted to break.

I started giving Kitty tasks.

Ohhh, I love a little humiliation! What kind of tasks?

The first was a simple one, buy lingerie for Jane. But not just any lingerie. He had to go into a high-end boutique, dressed in tight jeans and a delicate, feminine top, and ask for help picking out something sexy. Something his wife could wear for her boyfriend.

I made him record the conversation on his phone. There was a lot of background noise as the phone was in his pocket, but it was so funny to listen to Kitty stammering, as he tried to keep it together while the sales assistant giggled.

After that, the tasks escalated. I made him send me pictures of himself in different outfits, stockings, lace panties, a little maid’s dress I picked out for him. I made him write humiliating confessions about how much he loved being controlled, how he was grateful Jane had found a real man.

Ohhh, I love that! Did you make him read them aloud?

Oh, Jane did. She’d lounge in my lap, her voice dripping with mockery as she read his words to me, moaning when I gripped her thighs.

"You love turning my husband into this, don’t you?" she panted one night, breathless beneath me.

"I love watching you love it," I growled, dragging my teeth down her neck.

Mmm, Robert, you are dangerous! I bet Jane just couldn’t get enough!

She was addicted. And so was I.

Then, finally, it was time. 

About 3 weeks later Jane sent me a message: “Meet me at the hotel. And be ready for some fun.”

When I walked in, the sight that greeted me was delicious. Jane, lounging on the bed, looking like a goddess in deep red lace, her lips curled in a knowing smirk. And beside her, kneeling, head bowed, was Kitty, fully feminised. Stockings, a tight corset that cinched his waist, trembling red lips, wide, nervous eyes flickering up at me. He looked so vulnerable, so eager, so ready.

Jane ran her fingers through his perfectly styled hair, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "He’s been very naughty, Robert. And naughty little gurls? They need to learn their place. I think it’s time you show him what happens to bad little sluts.”

I locked eyes with her, my grin mirroring hers as I unbuttoned my shirt, stepping closer, towering over the trembling sissy at her feet.

Ohhh my god, I am living for this! What happened next?!

I laughed, “I’d love nothing more.” 

I pointed to the floor infront of me, Kitty moved to the space and kneeled without being told, Jane giggled I looked at her on the bed. Her hand slipped into her thong, she began to stroke herself. Purring like a needy whore. 

Oh god that sounds sooo hot

I looked down at Kitty and she reached up and unbuckled my belt and reach in and took my cock out, Jane giggled as she told Kitty to enjoy it

Kitty paused, whimpered and then began to lick me hardening cock from base to tip. 

Mmm, Robert… I think I need a very cold shower after that one!