A Fetish Doll For Mommy

The facility had strict rules that kept the other boys from physically abusing me but that didn't stop them from emotionally abuse. I grew up hearing the words sissy and faggot on a daily basis. My only friends were the girls and I didn't mind that at all. Despite my feminine looks I was a normal boy with an abnormally precocious sex drive. Before I could even make cum I had learned to masturbate and have dry orgasms. I spent a lot of time locked in a stall in the boys' bathroom masturbating and living in my minds own fantasies to escape the harsh realities of my life.

It was a few weeks before my 12th birthday when they came to adopt. The facility had a rule that all perspective parents had to interview children of both sexes. I was taken to the interview room and introduced to Mr. And Mrs. Bradley. My first impression of the man was that he was an arrogant asshole. He just had that look about him. She however took my breath away. She was tall, blonde and had a face like a Barbie doll. She wore a full-length mink, white satin blouse and a long leather skirt and short leather gloves. She made the most beautiful women I had seen on television look average by comparison. I just couldn't help myself and soon felt my pants tent out as my cock hardened. To make matters worse she was starring at my crotch and I can swear I saw her lick her lips. I was blushing with shame as she cupped my chin in her gloved hand. "My my, little one" she cooed. "You would have made a better girl than a boy, so pretty!" Her words stung me with deep humiliation even as the touch of her glove and the smell of the leather made my cock even harder.

She then excused herself and took Mr. Bradley out into the hall. I pressed my ear to the door to listen to what they were saying. I couldn't hear all of it but I could pick up on the fact that they were arguing. I overheard her say that plans had changed and her telling him to shut up and comply. I could swear I heard him say, "Yes Mistress."