#302338 - Cock Sure Enforcer 1 1
Cock Sure Enforcer, Volume 1, Number 1
Erect Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1982
digital replica
This is one of the best she-male magazines we've made into an ebook. Accomplished in a studio, photographs are sharp, with uncluttered backgrounds, exposing the appealing curves and attitudes of the sexy protagonist. Models embrace dominant and submissive roles with skill and sensuality.
Here, the transsexual model plays the role of domina, bringing her helpless male to his knees, forcing him to provide service for her modest male component. A defiant, demanding blond, Mistress Susanne obtains the penance and service she seeks from her foolish male employer.
She demands that Ramon, owner of a club that features she-male performers, visit her in a vacant apartment. There, she will deliver the justice he deserves for failing to treat her trans sisters with respect.
He arrives late, out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late, Mistress Susanne," he said, "but the cab-"
"Shut your filthy mouth, scumbag!"
Ramon shuts his mouth. He hadn't intended to be this servile in front of her. He'd be polite and agree to be nicer to the she-males, and that would be it, more or less. But she had such a commanding air about her he felt as though she were a Queen from some magic land and he was just a peasant somehow privileged to view her up close.
And she was magnificent, with those fiery eyes, that lovely face, a figure that started to make his prick harden in his pants. He wet his lips at the sight of her bullet-like nipples, but the sudden swish of her riding crop made him lower his head and his eyes.
He stood stock still as she moved around him, sneering at the pitiful creature he was. Disdain filled her face as she circled him, taking an occasional poke at his clothes and body with her crop. She came to a halt in front of him.
"Undress!" she commanded him.
"But I came here to discuss the she-males in my club-"
Her pretty face darkened with rage. "I will tell you what we will discuss and when we will discuss it, you miserable, stinking pile of shit." The leather crop hovered dangerously near his nose. He stared at it, eyes crossed, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Do you understand that, you fucking asshole?"
Ramon nodded, head bobbing rapidly. "Y-yes, Mistress," he quaked.
“Then take off your clothes, prickhead, and do it fast!"
Ramon proceeded to undress faster than he ever had in his life, pulling off garments in such haste that buttons popped and zippers went off their runners. Finally, he was naked, standing in front of her while she inspected him with a wry smile of disapproval.
She pulled off her outer garments and stood in front of him naked except for her long boots. He gasped at the sight of her glorious body, female in every way except at the crotch, where a male member dangled, long and soft and juicy looking, at rest barely covering the hairy balls beneath.
"The first thing I want you to do, you cock-sucking son of a bitch," she said in an evenly modulated tone, "is kiss my ass."
Ramon gulped. In the taxi he'd rationalized that a man in his position often had to kiss ass, but he was thinking figuratively.
Mistress Susanne wanted him to do it for real. Not that he'd mind it so much, because she really had a beautiful ass, with the skin smooth and the half-moons tight.
He got on his knees and pressed his face into the cleft of her asscheeks and kissed the soft, fragrant flesh. . . .
“That's enough, worm!"
She pulled away from him, leaving him to flop to the floor. From a closet she pulled out a harness and mask. "Put this on," she told him.
Ramon knew by this time not to ask questions, not to even hesitate in obeying her orders. He pulled on the costume which consisted of a leather harness which was quite uncomfortable, especially the way it constricted and rubbed against his penis and balls, but the rubber mask was even worse, making his head feel like it was enclosed in a tight rubber ball. He fought down claustrophobia. He'd come this far, he could go all the way. . . .
In the opening sequence, Mistress Susanne wears a leather collar, two-tone, thigh boots and a red robe. In a few pictures, the robe is replaced by a shiny halter with long sleeves. Then, the halter disappears.
Ramon provides enthusiastic body worship. Photographs show his lips and tongue in contact with the svelte body of the bitch who controls him.
In the last scene she wields a long, thin riding crop. Susanne wears shiny, knee-high boots, black stockings, leather garter belt, collar and big white panties. After posing her slender curves for some solo shots, Ramon appears for more tonguing and lies on the floor beneath her boot.
This 48-page magazine presents a pouty siren with all the properties of a beautiful woman able to drive a male to surrender. The anatomical addendum to which her new slave devotes himself works as dissonant counterpoint to the female tyranny developed by model, costume and context. The prong adds a layer of bizarre complexity to the dramatized hierarchy, usually absent in femdom narratives (but essential to Mr. Stanton's Princks, although smaller here.)
The ebook contains all content of the magazine in the original sequence, except that pages of advertising were placed at the end of the ebook. Some borders and margins were cropped out.
Levels, brightness, and contrast were adjusted and shadows reduced. Excellent photography in the original transposed to ebook format with smooth gradients, a nice palette of grays, and sharp edges.
All new scans. Nudity. Sex.
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Although some parts of pictures are obscured on this page, the ebook shows everything that's in the original.
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