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The very first day that I met Heather she made it clear to me that sex was very important to her. That same night, when she first saw me with my pants down, she explained that since my penis was way too small to ever satisfy her, she expected me to service her with my tongue and lips whenever she wanted.

All my life I'd always loved fantasizing about being dominated by a woman, being forced to dress up as a girl and obey her every command, so when she made me kneel between her legs and lick her cunt that night, I loved it. I did wish that she'd let me actually put my penis inside her but when I asked if I could, she just laughed at me and told me to forget it, saying, "You have to be k**ding! I have absolutely no interest in ever letting you put that ridiculously tiny and completely worthless little thing of yours inside me." And she laughed and shook her head in disgust.

From then on, that was the way things were except on very rare occasions. I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it so I just did as I was told, did my best to service her pussy with my tongue. I learned to be happy that after I'd licked her until she came she'd occasionally let me stand in front of her and masturbate, maybe once every week or two.

Even on those rare occasions when she'd let me play with myself until I came, she'd tell me how useless my little penis was, how it could never satisfy her, what a complete waste and failure I was as a man, and that she could never understand why she put up with me. It never took long for me to cum because I was only allowed to do it so rarely, and afterwards she always humiliated me even more.

Of course, we both knew why she put up with me; it was because of the trust fund that my aunt and uncle had left for me. The trust fund wouldn't become completely mine until I was 35 years old -- nearly 13 years from the time that Heather and I had met. I was fresh out of college and went to work at bank as a teller, more for something to do than because I needed the job; the income from the trust fund was enough for me to live on very comfortably. Heather was the assistant manager of the bank, and one day she'd noticed me staring at her -- she was absolutely gorgeous, with long almost white blonde hair and the face and body of a super model except for her big full breasts, much bigger than any model would have. She came over to me, beckoned with one imperious finger and I followed her into her office, then at her gesture I closed the door behind me.

"You were staring at me," she said, eyes narrowed and glaring at me. "Almost drooling. That is not acceptable in this bank. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now." Then without waiting for me to respond, she went on. "And don't give me any crap about you needing the job. I wouldn't believe you."

I blinked. What did she mean about not believing that I needed the job. How could she know that? She quickly answered my silent question.

"I looked at our payroll records. You haven't cashed your paycheck a single week since you started here a month and a half ago. Your job application says you just finished college, but you aren't cashing your paychecks. Why is that?" Her eyes narrowed even more. "What the hell is up with you?"

I explained about the trust fund, and admitted that I hadn't cashed the checks; they were accumulating in the top drawer of my dresser.

She grinned. "So, you have money. And you like to look at me. Well, I think I'll let you take me out to dinner tonight." It was not a question. "I know your address; I'll pick you up at six. Be ready, I do not like to be kept waiting." She pointed to the door. "Now go back to your station. And don't stare at me anymore."

From there things progressed rapidly. We went to a very expensive restaurant for dinner, had a very expensive bottle of champagne, and after dinner (which of course she had me pay for) she took me to a jewelry store and picked out a lovely pair of diamond earrings which she also had me pay for with my credit card.

She then took me to her apartment where she ordered me to strip naked in front of her, then kneel between her legs and lick her twat until she came twice. While I licked her she kept telling me what a worthless little pansy I was, with such a tiny little thing between my legs that she'd never allow me to put it inside her, and that I was lucky that she allowed me to service her cunt with my tongue. Afterwards she had me stand in front of her and beg her to let me fuck her while she teased me about how little my penis was, then told me to masturbate for her. I jerked my little cock frantically and quickly shot a big load of sticky wet cum into my hand while she watched me, still laughing and rolling her eyes. Then, to my dismay, she ordered me to lift my cum covered hand to my lips and to lick up all of my own sperm and eat it. And of course ever since that was what I had to do on those rare occasions when she allowed me to masturbate.

I was totally and completely humiliated, and I loved it, knowing that I'd happily submit to anything she wanted if I could continue to serve her like this.

Three days later she moved into my house, a nice sized three bedroom place on a ½ acre lot on a rather remote street in the hills, and took complete control of my life. She had me add her name to my checking, savings, and credit card accounts, then took away all of my credit cards and my check book and put me on a strict allowance. She made me do all the housework; vacuuming, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms and the kitchen, washing and putting away all dishes, take care of all the grocery shopping and cooking, and do all her laundry, and mine. The only money she gave me was to go shopping, or take her nice clothes to the dry cleaner, or run errands, and I always had to bring her the receipts and make sure that I gave her back all the change. She also arranged with the bank for me work reduced hours, starting at 9 and getting off at 4 so that I was still at the house after she left and back to the house at least an hour before she got home.

She then had me transferred to a different bank branch because she said she didn't want to have to put up with seeing me during the day, and arranged for direct deposit of my paychecks so that all my earnings went into the bank accounts which now really belonged to her.

Every day she made me strip naked and kneel between her legs to service her pussy both in the morning and in the evening, and sometimes three or four times a day on weekends. But although servicing her got me really turned on and made my little penis very hard, she enjoyed refusing to allow me to cum except for the once every few weeks, and then of course she always forced me to cum in my hand and then swallow all of my sperm while she watched me. She also told me that if she ever caught me masturbating without her permission she'd make me sit outside on the back deck of the house, naked except for a pair of her panties over my head and face for 24 hours, which was terrifying to me, so I never played with myself at all.

Then, on the first month anniversary of our first date, she came home about an hour later than normal, her arms loaded with bags and packages, piled them on the couch and called me into the living room.

I came in as she called, having become well trained in doing whatever she ordered me to do, wondering what she wanted.

She looked at me strangely, then nodded. "OK," she announced. "Time to move to the next step." She grinned, then laughed out loud.

"Take off your clothes." I figured she was going to have me service her, which was nothing particularly new, but I was wrong. Still, I quickly stripped off my jeans and tee shirt, then my underwear and stood in front of her, expecting her to pull up her skirt, take off her panties, and order me to lick her twat until she came.

Instead, she then handed me one of the bags and told me to open it.

To my surprise, inside was a beautiful hot pink lace brassiere and a matching pair of incredibly skimpy pink lace panties, a package of pantyhose and the most incredible high heeled pumps that I'd ever seen. They were a fluorescent hot pink, with 1 ½" platforms and 6" spiked heels, and I couldn't help thinking how beautiful I would look in that gorgeous lingerie and those beautiful pink pumps on me. In fact, to my embarrassment, just holding and looking at the bra, panties and sexy shoes made my little penis start getting hard right away.

Heather rolled her eyes, shaking her head and laughing. "It figures. I should have known that just looking at such pretty things would make your ridiculous little thing get all excited.

"But before you get to put any of those on, you need to go in the bathroom, get in the shower, and shave your entire body. Your legs, your groin, your chest & underarms -- everywhere, and shave your face again, too. I'm going to take you out with me to the city tomorrow night and we need to start getting you ready."

I couldn't believe the implications of the lingerie and high heels with what she'd said. "Um...did you say...you're taking me out with you to the city..?" and held up the lingerie and heels. "And...what...umm...what are these for?"

"They're for you to wear, silly." She giggled and shook her head. "Now go shave yourself and come back here when you're done. Come back naked." Then she took the lingerie and shoes out of my hands and shooed me away towards the bathroom.

I didn't know what was happening, but I had learned in the weeks since Heather had taken over my life that it didn't matter whether I understood what was happening. I was completely and totally in her power, and I had no choice but to do whatever she told me to, so I hurried into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and got into the shower. I quickly shaved every part of my body, legs, chest, arms, underarms, groin, going over every part of me twice to make sure I'd done the best job I could.

After drying off I somewhat tremulously went back to the living room, realizing both that my little penis was very hard, and that I was quite conscious of the smoothness of my legs, arms, chest and everything, and feeling almost feminine in the new hairlessness of my body.

Heather looked up and grinned as I walked in, then told me to stand in front of her with my hands behind my back. As I did, my little penis was rampantly erect -- though of course still tiny -- and I realized from the heat in my cheeks that I must be blushing intensely.

She stood there looking at me for several minutes while I wondered what would come next, then spoke.

"Well, Mikey. Would you like to put on these pretty panties and bra, and these nylons and sexy pumps?" She held them up, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

Of course I did very much want to put on all those lovely things, but I wasn't sure what to do. Then she asked again, impatiently.

"Well, do you, Mikey, or do I send you outside to sit on the deck with a pair of my panties over your face?" I knew I didn't want that!

"Yes, Heather," I answered submissively. "I'd love to put on the bra, panties, nylons and high heels."

Without any hesitation she reached out and slapped me on my cock and balls really hard with the palm of her hand, then slapped me again backhanded, hitting my cock and balls even harder this time. The pain and shock of her hitting my tender little genitals drove into my groin like a streak of electricity, shooting up through my entire body, and tears instantly sprung to my eyes as she grinned at me.

"From now on, Mikey, whenever you speak to me you will address me as "Miss Heather" or "Mistress Heather", or even just "mistress" but you'll never, ever again address me just as Heather." And she reached out and again slapped my cock and balls three times, back and forth, back and forth, rocking me backwards with the blows of her open hand and then the back of her hand, the hard stinging slaps on my balls and penis sending shooting, incredibly wracking pain from my groin up through my whole body as I staggered, almost stumbling under the force of her hitting me.

"Yes, Miss Heather," I gasped. "Yes, Miss Heather, yes, Mistress Heather," I moaned, tears streaming down my face, my voice trembling with the pain and the fear of her hitting me again. But she kept on hitting me, again and again, slapping my balls and tiny penis back and forth, back and forth so many times that I lost count. I couldn't help myself, I just stood there as she punished my little balls and hard little cock, sobbing pitifully, crying like a little girl, the tears running down my face. Finally, she stopped and smiled ever so sweetly at me.

"Do you understand, Mikey?"

"Yes, Mistress Heather, Miss Heather, yes, I understand. Please, mistress, please don't spank me anymore. Please, please I promise I'll be good."

"You'll be a good little girl from now on, won't you, Mikey?"

"Oh, yes, Miss Heather. I'll be a good little girl. I'll do whatever you want, anytime, Mistress Heather. Please, please don't spank me anymore. Please..."

"Now, Mikey, if you want me to let you put on these sexy girly things, you'll have to beg me, you'll have to convince me.

"Now get down on your knees and beg me, you little sissy." She laughed and shook her head. "I love to have you on your knees in front of me, begging me like the useless pathetic little sissy that you are."

I quickly sank to my knees, and in a soft, pleading almost whisper I begged her.

"Please, Miss Heather. Please could I put on those beautiful panties and that lovely bra. Please, could I? And could I put on those nylons and those gorgeous pumps, please? Please let me put on those pretty girly things so I look like a good little girl for you. Please, mistress?"

Laughing and shaking her head in disgust, she handed me the beautiful hot pink lace bra and told me to put it on, then gave me the lovely matching panties and ordered me step into them and pull them up about my hips, tucking my little penis into the soft, silky lace panties. She then had me sit on the couch and showed me how to very carefully put on the pantyhose. They were all sheer from my toes to the waistband, a beautiful suntan shade that made my newly smooth shaven legs look just lovely; very feminine indeed.

Next she handed me those incredible beautiful hot pink high heeled pumps and told me put them on and walk to the hallway and back. Since it was the first time I'd ever worn high heels I found that pretty hard, and felt that I was barely teetering along, taking tiny little steps and almost stumbling several times.

Miss Heather laughed and laughed at my clumsiness in the high heels, but told me that I'd just need to keep practicing, and made me keep walking back and forth across the living room and down the full length of the hallway, over and over. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and within ten or fifteen minutes or so I was able to walk without stumbling. She then began coaching me on how to walk as a real girl would when trying to look sexy, placing one foot in front of the other, making my bottom swing back and forth in those gorgeous panties, and still she kept me practicing, walking up and back, up and back.

Finally, after nearly three quarters of an hour she said that was enough, that I should come and stand in front of her again.

It was an amazing experience to stand there in front of this incredibly beautiful woman in just my new pink bra and panties, with pantyhose and those unbelievably beautiful pink platformed pumps. I knew that my tiny little penis was so hard that it was very visible in my lovely panties, and I expected her to have me kneel between her legs and lick her twat until she came. But I was wrong.

Instead she pulled a chair from the dining room next to the couch and had me sit in it.

"Now for your makeup, sweetie." My what? I thought.

Miss Heather then took out her purse and gave me a full makeover. Hot pink eye shadow on my eyelids with a sparkly silver over the hot pink, lighter pink on the brow just above my lids, then several thick, heavy coats of deep black mascara, followed by a sparkling pink blush on my cheeks and finally hot pink lipstick on my lips followed by a glittery pink lipgloss.

When she finished, she looked at me with a smile and nodded, handing me her makeup mirror so that I could see the results of her work.

I was stunned. The makeup had completely transformed my face; I truly looked like a very pretty young girl of no more than 18 to 20 years old. And if I wore my new bra and panties, nylons and high heels I was sure that with a wig and falsies and either a dress or a skirt and blouse no one would ever guess that I wasn't really and truly a girl.

I was speechless, my eyelashes fluttering, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment and pleasure, and I couldn't help myself from asking her, "Umm, Mistress Heather? "Did...did you get me a wig and falsies, and maybe a dress, or a skirt & blouse to wear when you take me out with you?"

She looked at me in amusement, then started giggling, and finally broke out laughing. Why was she laughing at me like that, I wondered. If she were dressing me up like this, doing my face up so pretty and all, why was my asking about a wig, falsies and a dress so funny? Then she answered.

"No, silly. I didn't get you any of those things." She grinned. "But I did get you these." And reaching into another bag she took out a pink tee shirt and white shorts -- but as soon as I saw them, I realized that the shorts were really tiny, and that the tee shirt had something written on it.

She handed me the tiny little white shorts and told me to put them on. As I took them, I realized that they were even smaller than I'd thought. As I sat back down on the chair to put my feet through the legs, then stood to pull them up, I discovered that not only were they very little, they were absolutely skin tight. I had to struggle to pull them up over my hips and around my bottom, and then to fasten them around my waist. My goodness they were short! They left two to three inches of my smooth shaven nylon covered bottom exposed -- probably the shortest little short-shorts I'd ever seen, and I was wearing them! They made my nylon sheathed legs look unbelievably sexy and feminine and my lipstick covered lips were parted in a mixture of dismay and delight as I looked down at myself.

Then she handed me the tee-shirt, a hot pink ladies style that looked like it would barely reach to the top of my short-shorts with light pink lettering and lots of tiny little lip prints, like someone wearing light pink lipstick had kissed it all over. When I read the lettering, which was on both the front and the back and matched the light pink color of the lip prints I thought I'd faint. It said:

"I love to have my girlfriend dress me up as a girly-girl, but I'm really just a useless little sissy boy."

Oh my god, I thought. Could she really be planning to take me out dressed up like this and wearing that tee shirt? My mouth fell open and the expression on my face must have told her what I was thinking.

"Yes, sweetie. That is exactly how you're going to go out with me tomorrow. Dressed up like a girly-girl, but with no wig, no falsies, and your sweet little boy's haircut combed just like a boy.

"I think you're going to be just adorable." And she laughed and laughed and laughed. Finally, she stopped and still giggling said,

"But there are a couple of things we need to do tonight, so you'll be ready for tomorrow." Again I u*********sly fluttered my mascara covered eyelashes, wondering what else she could possibly have in mind.

She cocked her head to the side slightly. "Well, if you're going to be a real girly-girl, you need to be able to wear earrings. And no real girl in today's world would wear clip on earrings, so we'll have to take you out to get your ears pierced." She glanced down at her watch.

'Now put on this cute little tee-shirt, and let's get going." She giggled. "And while we're at the mall we need to get you a sweet little girly-girl purse and some makeup of your own. I don't want to have to loan you my makeup all the time. And maybe on the way back we'll stop and do some grocery shopping. I'm sure you'll enjoy that."

It was an incredibly humiliating experience and I absolutely loved it!

Miss Heather parked her car on the far side of the parking lot from the mall entrance, and since it was only a little past six-thirty the sun was still well up in the sky, twilight wasn't even close. As I got out of the car to follow Heather, my super short shorts, my high platformed spike heeled pumps, the sissy tee-shirt and all my makeup with my flat chest and short boy's haircut made me feel incredibly self-conscious. I knew that everyone who saw me would stare at me, and I was frankly terrified, but Miss Heather took my hand and pulled me along, giving me no choice at all. Meekly, submissively, I went with her, wondering how I could be so lucky as to have met her.

As we entered the mall I discovered that I had, if anything, underestimated how much attention I would draw. It seemed like every single person, male or female, whatever age they were, gaped at me, their mouths falling open and their eyes widening. As we walked through the mall, heads turned and I saw people murmuring, whispering to each other, pointing at me, and my cheeks flushed bright with embarrassment and humiliation.

Miss Heather loved it, loved seeing how humiliated I was, and did her best to make it even worse for me.

"Now come along, Mikey," she said fairly loudly. "You know I told you that everyone would stare at you if you insisted in coming here all dressed up like that. I know you love dressing up all sexy like that, and yu really do look almost like a girl in those platform pumps, nylons and those little short-shorts, especially with all the makeup you're wearing, but you insisted. You really should grow your hair longer so you don't look so much like a sissy." She giggled and shook her head. "You wanted to look as feminine as possible to get your ears pierced, sweetie, so you can't back out now." And she kept up her commentary as we walked, teasing me, humiliating me, making me feel completely ridiculous.

Finally, after what seemed like an interminable walk through the mall, we arrived at the ear piercing kiosk where a lady in what seemed like her late 20's was working with two young teenaged girls, probably 13 or 14. Miss Heather pulled me forward and prodded me to speak. As she'd ordered me, I asked if I could get my ears pierced, and the lady grinned, saying of course. The two teenagers stared at me, their lips parting in amazement, their eyes traveling up and down over me, taking in my spike heeled pumps, my nylons and short-shorts, and my heavy makeup, and of course reading my pink sissy tee-shirt. I couldn't believe how I felt, a wonderful mixture of humiliation and embarrassment with the thrill of it all making my heart throb with delight.

While we were waiting for the sales lady to finish with the two young girls Miss Heather held my hand and we browsed through the various earrings as she searched for the most humiliating possible earrings for me. Finally she selected two little pink enameled hearts, about 3/4" in diameter for me to wear until the piercing healed, and two incredibly big hoops, at least 5" in diameter for me to wear afterwards.

Finally my turn came and the sales lady had me sit on a stool while she pierced my ears, putting the adorable little pink hearts in the newly made holes. To my utter embarrassment, the two teenagers didn't leave, but stood there watching, staring at me in amazement the whole time. Miss Heather giggled and looked over at them, enjoying my reaction to them staring at me.

"He does look pretty ridiculous, doesn't he?" she asked, and they both nodded emphatically. "He just loves dressing up as a girl, wearing pretty lingerie and sexy things like this. I had him practice walking in those pumps for nearly an hour today, so he'd learn how to walk in them, and he does pretty good, for a boy." Both girls shook their heads, staring at me in disbelief but joining Mistress Heather in giggles.

"From here we're going to get him a little purse at Claire's," (Claire's was a store that focused mostly on p*****n and early teenaged girls), "and then to Sephora to get him some makeup of his own so he's not always asking to borrow mine." Both of the girls again shook their heads wide-eyed, then broke into giggles while continuing to stare at me.

Our next stop, as she'd told them, was the little girl's store, Claire's. Miss Heather paused at the doorway and gestured for me to go first. I was nearly paralyzed with embarrassment, knowing that I would instantly be the center of attention when I walked in dressed like I was, but I knew I had no choice. Unable to look up, I looked down at the floor, tentatively putting one high heeled foot in front of the other, moving very slowly into the store, then not knowing which way to go I lifted my head and looked around. Standing less than five feet away, looking right at me, was the sales lady, her mouth falling open in astonishment, her eyes widening in amazement. It was so embarrassing to see the way she was looking at me I thought I might faint with the humiliation, but Miss Heather gave me a quick swat on my bottom and said, "Go ahead, Mikey. We don't want you blocking the door," and having no choice I continued into the store. Glancing around in bewilderment I saw a huge array of girly things everywhere. There were lots of different head bands and hair ties, display after display of earrings, necklaces and bracelets, shelves and floor displays covered with oodles of different kinds of makeup -- lipstick, lipgloss, face & body glitter and lots of different blushes.

There were two other girls in the store, both of them a little older than the two at the ear piercing kiosk, probably fifteen or sixteen, and they stared at me, like eveyone else who'd seen me their mouths falling open, eyes wide as saucers, shaking their heads in disbelief at the sight of me. I couldn't believe how embarrassingly humiliating it was to be there all dressed and made up like I was, almost but not quite completely feminized. My short hair and completely flat chest contradicted the super feminine appearance of my clothes and makeup, and my pink sissy tee-shirt eliminated any doubt that might possibly have remained. And then Miss Heather spoke, adding even more to my humiliation.

"Well, Mikey, you said you wanted to come in here. Now I want you to go pick out some goodies for yourself. I'll let you get two more pairs of earrings, two necklaces and four bracelets -- all in gold color -- and then two different lipsticks and two different lip glosses but make sure that the lipsticks and lip glosses are all pink, because we both know how much you love pink. And then see if you can find a cute little clutch purse for you to carry all your makeup in." She laughed, looking at the sales lady and the two girls and shrugging, then went on, speaking to them.

"What can I say? He just loves pretending that he's a girl, wearing makeup and all those sexy things. And he's such a waste as a boy, so tiny, if you know what I mean, that I finally just gave up."

Once again, I had no choice. I moved around the store hesitantly, looking at all the delightfully feminine things they had, using one of the pink baskets from next to the door to put all my things in, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, lipstick and lipgloss, then took them to the counter and asked the sales lady if they might have a small clutch purse in pink. By this time she'd grown used to watching me move around in my high heeled pumps and little short-shorts, and still with a rather condescending look on her face led me to a shelf with purses and small handbags and gestured to them. I quickly chose the first pink clutch purse that I saw, picking it up, but Miss Heather stopped me, pointing to another one.

"Mikey, I think you're in too much of a hurry. Look at that pretty one up a couple of shelves," and pointing to one with rhinestones all over it, and several little lip prints on it, very much like the ones on my tee-shirt. "Sweetie, it matches your tee-shirt!" I hesitantly put the first one that I'd selected back on the shelf and picked up the one Mistress Heather had pointed out, then followed the sales lady back to the counter. By that time the two young girls had left the store and she, Heather and I were alone at the counter.

After I paid for everything, Miss Heather had me open the lipstick and lipgloss packages and put them in my purse, and had me put on both of the necklaces and bracelets before she led me out of the store. I could hardly speak I was so totally embarrassed and humiliated, which of course was exactly what Miss Heather wanted.

From there we went to Sephora, the makeup store, and the walk from Claire's to Sephora was even more embarrassing than walking through the mall before, because now on top of everything else I was wearing two jingly gold necklaces and two matching gold bracelets on each of my wrists, and of course the adorable pink hearts in my newly pierced ears. As before, virtually everyone we passed, male or female, gaped and stared at me open mouthed, their mingled looks of amazement, astonishment, condescension and disgust making me cringe in humiliation. I was almost completely unable to lift my head up to meet anyone's eyes, staring down at the floor as Heather led me along, but I heard many of the comments that were sometimes not even whispered. Things like "Oh, my god! Will you look at that!" or "My goodness, is that a boy or a girl? I think...it's a boy, but look how he's dressed, wearing nylons, high heels and all that makeup!" or "Honey, look at that -- unbelievable!" or the worst that I could remember, "That is totally ridiculous -- to be a boy all dressed up like that; it's like he wishes he were a slutty girl!."

But doing that, walking with my head down made me watch my feet, emphasizing in my mind my smooth shaven, nylon covered legs and my beautiful hot pink platformed pumps, both of which reminded me with every single step how completely ridiculous I looked.

Finally, after walking at least half the length of the mall, we reached Sephora, and again Miss Heather gestured for me to go first, then as I passed in front of her she reached out and pinched the curve of my bottom where the tiny short-shorts revealed it to everyone, then giggled uncontrollably as we entered the makeup store. Sephora was crowded with women of all ages, and I really created a stir in there. Every single woman gaped and stared at me, and Heather kept up a constant stream of teasing me, telling me that she'd told me everyone would stare if I came dressed up like this, but that I had insisted that she bring me here, and now I'd just have to endure the stares. And to make things even more embarrassing, she kept fondling my bottom as we moved around the store.

The women in the store giggled, stared, some laughed out loud, some shook their heads and looked disgusted -- a full range of what you might expect them to show when seeing a sexy little sissy dressed up like I was walking around in those short-shorts and high heels wearing so much makeup and carrying my brand new little pink purse. It was incredibly humiliating, totally embarrassing and I loved every second of it. Heather kept up a running talk about how I was so ridiculous to want to dress up in such sexy girl's clothes and wear so much makeup. Then she laughed and said it wasn't bad enough that I was such a little sissy and wanted to always pretend that I was a girl, but I had to look like such a slutty girl and dress like a whore all the time. And of course she always called me "Mikey" and asked how I liked the different shades of eye shadow and lipstick. There was a very attractive woman demonstrating how to blend different shades of eye shadow and Miss Heather had me stand in line, then sit on a high stool while the lady showed me how to do the blending and then put on the new color over the pink that I'd come in wearing. The woman looked a bit startled at first, but when Heather assured her that we'd be buying plenty of makeup she just looked at me with in condescending amusement and went on with the makeup lesson.

She taught me to blend the eye shadow, how to put on mascara so it was thick and black, without clumping by using lots of light coats of mascara, one after another, and showed me how to use lipliner, lipstick and lipgloss to make my lips look their fullest. It was incredibly embarrassing, but I loved it. Miss Heather got me several shades of eye shadow, mostly pinks and lavenders, with a sparkly black and a deep violet, two different mascaras, two kinds of beautiful pink blush, facial powder and a spray on makeup fixer, everything I needed to do my own makeup just like a real girl.

When we finally left I was sure that there wasn't anything else that she could do to further humiliate me, but I was wrong.

On the way home she took me into a beauty salon and had them put on false fingernails, and then paint them in a bright hot pink with little tiny white hearts on them so that the next night when she took me out there wouldn't be anything about me that wasn't completely feminized. Except that my chest would be completely flat and my hair would be completely male. But as I thought about it, I hoped that maybe my makeup, my lovely legs and sexy pumps and short-shorts might make people think I was really a girl, in spite of being so flat and having such short hair.

But then I remembered my tee-shirt that proclaimed me a sissy to all the world, and I realized that was what I really, truly wanted after all -- to be a little sissy boy all dressed up as a whore.

Finally, true to her word, Miss Heather stopped at a large chain d**g store and with her following me, had me buy two packages of rubbers and a jar of vaseline. I loved walking around the store in my tiny short-shorts and platformed heels, and again she continued to fondle and pinch my bottom the whole time.

When we got home she made me kneel between her legs and kiss, lick, and suck her twat until she came three times, which took nearly half an hour. Then she told me to go undress myself and go to bed, but it was another hour before I finally fell asleep because every time I thought about all the incredible things she'd done to me and with me that day I got a raging hard on -- but I was afraid to even touch my little penis for fear of making it shoot my cum all over the bed sheets.

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The next afternoon she again dressed me up the same as she had the day before, then had me sit in front of her dressing table mirror and do all my makeup, face powder, the spray on makeup fixer, blush, three colors of eye shadow, six coats of black mascara so my lashes were as thick and full as if I were wearing false lashes. She then took out the little pink heart studs and quickly substituted the 5" hoops which made me feel even more like a slutty little whore, with the last touch of makeup being my lipliner, lipstick and lipgloss. Finally, when I finished she had me dress her, and to my astonishment she wore a push up brassiere that revealed over half of her breasts, leaving her nipples completely uncovered, then a garter belt and black stockings with a pair of crotchless panties. Finally she slipped into a pair of unbelievably gorgeous black satin high heeled pumps with 3" platforms under her toes and 8" heels that made her tower over me even in my own hot pink high heels.

As I gaped at her, expecting her to put on a dress, she explained to me that the party she was taking me to was a very X rated party, and that although she was going to wear a black leather coat in the car on the way to the party, and that she had a hot pink plastic rain coat for me to wear, once we got inside the party, we'd both leave our coats at the checkroom. I was actually surprised that she was going to let me wear a coat at all since it wasn't cold out, but then what she did to me showed me why.

"Come stand in front of me, Mikey," she ordered, pointing to the carpet right in front of her. I did as commanded instantly.

Then she reached down and unzipped the front of my short-shorts, pulling down the front of my pantyhose and panties and gripping my penis. She put a hot pink rubber -- I didn't even know they came in that color! -- on my little cock, then pulled the panties and nylons up to just below my tiny balls and left my balls and the shaft of my penis uncovered. Then, to my amazement and horror, she fastened the top of my short-shorts around my balls and penis and zipped the front zipper up halfway, leaving my tiny balls and my rock hard little cock sticking out of the front of my shorts!

I couldn't believe it. Was she really going to take me to the party like this, with my penis & balls sticking out of front of my shorts? I couldn't say a word, just trembled in terrified embarrassment. But it was even worse. She reached into her purse and took out a wide pink ribbon and proceeded to tie a little pink bow around the end of my cock, and then looped another long stretch of ribbon around my cock just under the pink bow, tying it in a slip knot so that when she pulled on the ribbon, the loop around my cock tightened painfully, pulling it extremely tight and leaving nearly four feet of it dangling from the end of my very erect penis. She proudly explained through giggles and laughter that I was now on a cock leash, and that she would be leading me around by the ribbon cock-leash all night long so that everyone could see what a complete pansy sissy faggot I was. She then took the end of the ribbon leash and tugged on it, pulling me towards her by my cock to show me what it would be like. She laughed and laughed, leading me around the house by the ribbon cock-leash, pulling and jerking on my cock painfully, making me prance after her in my spike heeled pumps, hurrying to keep up with her or have my cock tortured by her pulling on it with the ribbon leash.

Almost constantly as she led me around the house on the ribbon cock-leash she'd jerk on it, the slip knot noose around the head of my penis tightening painfully, and pulling my cock painfully, making me thrust my hips forward to try to even a little bit reduce the pain she was inflicting on my helpless penis. And when she did that, she'd laugh and laugh, enjoying my suffering, and telling me how much fun she was going to have with me all night long, exhibiting me to everyone at the party.

It was going to be an incredibly humiliating and mortifyingly embarrassing night -- and I knew I was going to just love it.

Then before we left she surprised me by taking out a gorgeous long very light blonde wig and putting it on me, then brushing it out so that the long soft tresses fell around my shoulders and down my back and over my chest well past where my breasts would have been if I were a realy girl.

"I figure that with that little dick of yours sticking out the front of your short-shorts and me leading you around with the pretty pink ribbon cock leash on it, and with your flat chest and that sissy tee shirt no one will think you're a real girl, so I decided to let you wear that pretty blonde wig. If anything, it will make you look even more like a little sissy faggot." And with that she burst out laughing.

She then jerked me up and out of the chair she'd had me sit I while doing my wig and pulled me along behind her, tugging on my cock leash to keep me close to her. She explained that any time she dropped the end of the ribbon that she was holding I was to stand exactly where she left me to show what a well trained sissy I was.

She slipped on her black leather coat and had me put on the hot pink patent leather coat that barely reached 4" or so below my crotch, and then with her still jerking me along by my cock leash that led up under my coat she led me out to the curb where a limo was waiting.

All the way to the party she had me kneel between her legs and lick her cunt while she tugged and jerked on my cock leash to keep reminding me what a useless little sissy I was. Any time my licking, kissing and slurping at her juicy twat lagged even the slightest she jerked mercilessly on the leash which pulled painfully on my rock hard little cock. She came three times, the last time just moments before we pulled up to the party. As the limo pulled to the curb she had me get up off the floor and retouch my lipstick and lipgloss, then she stepped out and jerking painfully on my tortured cock led me up the walk with my high platformed spike heeled pumps, all sheer nylon pantyhose and long golden blonde wig making me acutely conscious of my enforced femininity.

At the door she rang the bell, and while waiting there on the porch she again jerked repeatedly on the lovely little ribbon cock leash, torturing my tiny penis. The door opened and a lovely brunette answered the door, dressed very much like Mistress Heather was, in a pushup shelf bra, garter belt, crotchless panties, nylons and high spiked heels. She smiled welcomingly at Miss Heather, then grinned from ear to ear, shaking her head and laughing when she saw me.

"Ah, Heather," she chuckled. "I see you brought your new toy with you. You've been telling me so much about it; I've really been looking forward to seeing it." 'It?' I thought." Oh, my goodness. She went on, "You always bring the most exotic things to our parties. And it is just adorable, so very feminized." She leaned forward to embrace Miss Heather, then she and Heather kissed deeply, mouths opening wide, tongues entwining, and Heather dropped my leash as they embraced, their hands reaching up to fondle one another's breasts. Then they parted, seemingly reluctantly, and she turned and led us into the entryway.

"May I take your coat, sweetie?" the brunette asked, and Heather slipped it off and handed it to her, then turned her head to me and raised one eyebrow. "Well, Mikey, give Angela your coat, sissy." And of course I hastened to take it off and hand it to her. Angela turned and called out, "Heather's here, people, and she has the most adorable new toy with her," then giggled, smacked me really hard on the nylon covered part of my bottom that was exposed by my short-shorts and went to put the coats away. Heather grinned at me, jerking at my leash really hard, then pulling me along by my little cock so hard that it almost made me stumble.

"Come along, little sissy. Let me show you off to the crowd." She then walked into a large almost ballroom-like room filled with 30 to 40 people, all of whom were turning to look as we entered. It seemed at first glance that all the women were beautiful, almost all of them wearing nothing but bras, panties (mostly crotchless ones), garter belts, stockings and high heels, though nearly all of the men were in coats and ties, most of them in suits, some in tuxedos. Quite a number of the women were in couples so probably only 8 or 10 of the group were men, the rest gorgeous women, all dressed very sexily. And every single one that I saw was staring at me, laughing, giggling, shaking their heads and apparently very much enjoying my humiliation.

We walked straight across the room to a bar with a bartender serving drinks, all the way me having to struggle to keep up in my high spiked heels as Miss Heather walked quickly through the crowd, towing me after her by the adorable pink ribbon leash attached to my hard little cock. Several times I felt hands grope me, my legs, my bottom, and once someone even quickly grabbed at my cock, but Mistress Heather just kept tugging me along after her.

Then, as we reached the bar, I saw an incredibly beautiful blonde lady come over and throw her arms around Miss Heather, the two of them hugging and kissing each other deeply. As I watched, entranced as seeing my...I couldn't call Miss Heather my girlfriend, for by now I was thinking of her as my mistress, for surely I was as close to being her slave as one could possibly be, I noticed that there was another lady behind the blonde, not as tall, but very pretty, and somewhat shy looking, in a super short lace & ruffle covered baby pink micro-miniskirted dress with a full white lace petticoat that was so short that it showed off a pair of very lacy ruffled pink panties above the sheer lace topped pink nylons that covered her legs.

The dress was very low cut, covering her nipples, but exposing all the rest of her fantastically beautiful breasts, which must have been at least 40D, spilling out of the lacy confines of her pink lace pushup bra.

This amazingly gorgeous lady was in the highest spike heels that I'd ever seen, with at least 4" platforms under her toes and what must have been 10" spike heels, with very heavy but extremely feminine makeup and long almost white blonde hair that fell down to her bottom, nearly to the hem of her dress. She had two pairs of huge hooped earrings in her ears, one pair that was probably 5" in diameter and the other at least 6" in diameter. She was truly one of the most feminine and incredibly beautiful girls I'd ever seen in my life.

Finally Miss Heather and the blonde broke apart, and Miss Heather introduced me. "Eileen, this is Mikey, my new toy. Isn't he just adorable?" And they both began giggling, then broke into full laughter.

"Mikey," she said to me between giggles, "you are just priceless. Heather's been telling me that she found a new toy, and had been training you, and I've just been dying to meet you." Then she paused and looked back at her lady friend, raising one eyebrow at her. To my delight, the second gorgeous blonde stepped forward, her incredibly radical platformed heels making her take only the tiniest of steps as she came to stand beside Eileen, who I assumed was her lover.

Eileen reached back, slipping her arm behind the newcomer then up under her petticoat to squeeze, then fondle her bottom. I watched wide-eyed, gaping in astonishment, which turned to near disbelief.

"And Mikey, this is my little toy, Suzette, who used to be named Steven until I changed her into my toy." I couldn't believe my ears. This incredibly beautiful and feminine little thing was...a boy?

At my expression, both Miss Heather and Miss Eileen again burst into laughter, but little Suzette blushed brightly, her blush covered cheeks darkening with her embarrassment as she looked down at her toes.

Miss Heather grinned and jerked on my cock with her ribbon leash. "I don't think Mikey believes you, Eileen. Do you, Mikey?"

My words stumbled over themselves. "Umm, I...I don't know, Miss Heather. I'm sure your friend wouldn't say something that wasn't true, but...but Suzette...Suzette is so beautiful it's hard to believe..." and I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Miss Eileen laughed again, then turned back to Suzette and said, "Well, little girl," I guess you have to prove it to him. Go ahead, pull down your panties and let him see it."

Her beautiful and extremely feminine eyes squeezed almost shut, the adorable little blonde lifted up her mini-skirt and petticoat with one pink nailed exquisitely feminine hand, then with the other hesitantly took hold of the waistband of her panties and carefully pulled them down to her knees, revealing a very hard and very large cock, standing out from her hips like a pink strap-on dildo. I was stunned, and u*********sly licked my lipstick covered lips in disbelief.

Miss Heather spoke immediately. "Well, my goodness! Did you see that, Eileen? The very first thing Mikey did when he saw Suzette's cock was to lick his lips? Did you see?"

Miss Eileen nodded, giggling. "I sure did, Heather. I think that means he'd like to suck her dick, don't you?"

What? Surely, I thought, they couldn't make me do that, not here in front of everyone?!

But I was wrong.

"Well, Mikey. I think you need to beg Suzette to let you suck it. And beg Eileen to let you suck Suzette's cock. Don't you?" I trembled, but I wasn't sure whether it was in humiliation or with desire, because I couldn't look away from that big cock jutting out from Suzette's hips. My goodness, it was so big, so hard. I fluttered my mascara covered lashes, knowing that I had no choice, and as I did, Heather jerked the ribbon leash on my little cock.

"Down on your knees in front of her, Mikey. Down on your knees and beg for her penis in your mouth."

Helplessly, unable to resist Miss Heather's command, I sank to my knees in front of this gorgeous vision of lace, silk and femininity, wanting nothing more than to take her rock hard cock in my mouth and make her squirt a big load of her juicy sperm in my hungry feminized mouth.

"Please, please Suzette. Please could I suck your cock, please?" She looked down at me through those mascara covered lashes, her hot pink lipstick covered lips and long white blonde hair so feminine, so beautiful, and softly shook her head. "No," she murmured. "I...I don't want a boy sucking my cock. Please, Mistress Eileen. Please don't let him do that."

My own mascara covered lashes fluttered and I looked to Eileen. "Please...please Miss Eileen. Please can I suck Suzette's cock. Please? Please let me suck it. Please I want her cock in my mouth, please?" Then I looked back up at Suzette, her rock hard dick now only inches from my face. "Please, Suzette. Please let me suck your cock! Please let me have it, please let me suck it, please...please!" I begged in earnest. She looked down at me, the most beautiful and feminine creature that I'd ever seen in my life, and silently shook her head.

"Please Mistress Eileen! Please let me suck her cock! Please oh please I want it in my mouth so much! I want to make her cum in my mouth, I want to swallow her sperm, please...please let me suck it! Please, please, please let me suck it!"

Then Miss Heather spoke up. "Mikey, maybe you need to touch up your lipstick. Take out your lipstick and lipgloss and touch up your lips, sweetie. Maybe then she'll let you suck it."

I immediately fumbled in my little pink clutch purse and took out my lipstick and lipgloss, but then Miss Eileen spoke up.

"Wait," she said. "I have a wonderful idea." And her grin widened. "Mikey, hand your lipstick to Suzette." I did as she commanded, and Suzette took it.

"Now Suzette -- I want you to coat the tip of your cock with that hot pink lipstick, as thickly as you can, and then use your cock like a tube of lipstick, to put the lipstick on Mikey's lips." And she and Miss Heather looked at each other, howling with laughter, then Miss Eileen reached over and pulled Suzette's petticoat and sissy panties down around her ankles, and pulled her dress up so that the hem came no lower down than her waist.

Hesitantly still, Suzette took the tube of lipstick and with one hand holding her rock hard cock, used the other to put a thick coat of the glistening hot pink lipstick all over the head of her throbbing hard penis, then as I leaned forward she used her other hand on her cock to smooth the tip of it over my already glistening lips, using it like a lipstick applicator, coating my lips with the lipstick on the head of her cock.

As she finished, Miss Eileen asked sweetly, "How about now, Suzette. Can Mikey suck your cock now that his lipstick is all pretty?"

"No, no...Please, mistress. You know I'm not gay, I can't let a boy, someone named Mikey. Suck my cock. You know you only let me fuck girly-boys, not someone with a boy's name." And again she shook her head, but I saw her reaching down to grab her huge hard dick and squeeze it, then pump it slowly up and down, making the big head of her incredible cock throb and seem to grow even bigger.

Everyone burst out laughing, and Miss Eileen said with a grin, "Well, Suzette, that's not a problem. That little slut in front of you is a girly-boy, and we're making her into a real girl, just like you. You just have to pick a girl's name for it; that's the last step in making it into a girly-boy, sweetie. Then you can let her suck your cock."

"Yes!" I begged. "Please, Miss Suzette! Please! Please give me a girl's name, please so I can suck your cock, please!" And she smiled shyly down at me, nodding.

"Well...ok," she said softly. "I guess...I guess I can do that," nodding again somewhat shyly. "Then...I guess, I guess I'll name you Melodie," she said, looking down into my eyes, her soft hot pink lipstick coated lips parting, the little pink tip of her tongue reaching out to touch her lips. Everyone laughed even harder, and Miss Heather jerked again on my little cock, the pain reminding me of the ribbon cock-leash that she was holding.

I looked up, the tip of her lipstick covered cock only an inch from my lips, and begged her, "Please, Suzette. Please let me suck your beautiful penis....please!"

She signed, then looked down at me again, this time with her eyes almost completely closed and breathed, "Yes, yes... ok, I'll let you suck my dick, Melodie. Go ahead, make me cum with your mouth, sweetie; make me shoot my sperm in your mouth."

I bent forward, tenderly, lovingly kissing the lipstick covered tip of her cock with my lipstick covered lips, then kissed it up and down, all over. I licked and slurped and kissed every inch of that wonderful penis, enjoying it, worshipping it like a little girl with a delicious lollypop. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I sank my hungry mouth down on the full length of her cock, my lipstick coated lips parting, stretching to open as wide as I could as I took all of her delicious dick in my mouth, swallowing it, sinking my mouth all the way down to her groin, the full length of her cock thrusting down my throat, almost gagging me. Then up and down, up and down I bobbed my head, serving her, servicing her like a whore, wanting nothing more than to be kneeling there in front of this beautiful feminine person with her dick sliding in and out of my mouth, wishing she'd cum for me, fill my mouth with her hot, sticky sperm.

Then, for the first time in my life, I found what it was like to have a penis erupt in an explosion of sperm in my mouth, to have the cum spurt into my hungry mouth, forcing me to swallow as much as I could as fast as I could. But in spite of my trying to swallow it all, her massive ejaculation of jism was too much and too fast for me, and I felt the cum bubble out of my lips, running out over my lipstick covered lips and down my chin, drooling down to drip on my nylon covered thighs as I knelt there in front of her, feeling her entire body shudder and tremble with the force of her orgasm and the massive flow of cum that she shot in my mouth.

Finally I realized that the flow of sperm from her penis into my mouth had ended, and I reluctantly pulled back, letting her still hard cock slip out from between my lipstick covered lips, then used my fingers to scoop up the dribbles of cum from my cheeks and chin and carry it all into my mouth, and as I did, my peripheral vision made me aware that I was in the middle of a crowd. Virtually the entire crowd in the ballroom, nearly 40 people, was standing around me, having watched me suck Suzette's cock.

It was so indescribably wonderful, I couldn't help but smile in happiness.

Then Miss Eileen spoke up. "Well, little Melodie, as you can see, little Suzette's cock is still nice and hard, even after you did such a good job of sucking it and making her shoot her cum in your mouth." She giggled, and glancing up at the indescribably feminine and beautiful Suzette, I saw that she was looking down at me, her mascara covered lashes and eye shadow covered eyelids almost closed.

"The reason for that, little sissy, is that I haven't allowed her to cum for nearly three weeks, because I wanted her to be properly prepared for tonight, to be able to play with you, my darling Heather's new toy." She looked over at Heather, and around at the group of people surrounding us, all of whom were watching me with interest.

"Now, Melodie, I want to you pull off those adorable tiny short-shorts and come stand in front of me." What? What was going to happen now, I thought, but I knew that I had no choice at all but to do what Miss Heather and Miss Eileen commanded. Hesitantly I pulled my short-shorts down around my ankles and stepped out of them, then went to stand in front of Miss Heather in just my pantyhose and spike heeled pumps. She reached down and grabbed my pantyhose, tearing them open around my crotch, letting my tiny penis fall out of my crotchless pink panties and leaving my bottom completely naked.

"Now, Melodie," Miss Heather said with a chuckle, "we want to lie down on your back and grab your ankles, and pull your legs up near your shoulders, wide apart, so you open your sweet little pussy/bottom for Suzette, and then we all want to hear you beg Suzette to fuck you like a little girl, to fuck your sweet little bottom with her big hard cock.

Trembling, I did as she commanded, turning towards the beautiful feminine Suzette, spreading my legs and grabbing my ankles, then pulling my legs wide apart and up almost to my shoulders, exposing my sweet virgin butt to everyone. The lovely Suzette closed her eyes and turned her head away, refusing even to look at me, but her big still rock hard cock jutted out from her hips, and I stared at it, completely captivated by it.

"Please...please, Miss Suzette. Please? Please won't you fuck me?" I moaned, meaning every word of it, my tiny little dick throbbing with excitement. "Oh, my goodness, Miss Suzette, please fuck me! Please put your wonderful big cock inside my bottom. Please!! Please fuck me!"

Then she turned her face back to me, opening her eyes and looking down at me through her gorgeous mascara coated lashes, her hot pink lipstick covered lips and long white blonde hair so feminine, so beautiful, and softly shook her head. "No," she murmured. "I...I don't want to do that, I don't want to have to put my dick inside you. Please, Mistress Eileen. Please don't make me do that. Please?" Her soft feminine voice was pleading, desperate in its begging.

"No, please, Mistress Eileen," I begged. "Please, please could I have Miss Suzette fuck my bottom, Mistress? Please?

"I need her cock inside me so much, I need to have her fuck my asshole, Mistress. Please won't you let me have it in me?"

Miss Eileen and Miss Heather were giggling so hard they could barely speak, and everyone around us was laughing and giggling at me. "Well," Miss Eileen said, "I don't know. I don't think Suzette wants to fuck you, Mikey."

My own mascara covered lashes fluttered and I looked to Miss Eileen. "Please...please Miss Eileen. Please can I have Miss Suzette's cock in my pussy/bottom. Please? Please let her fuck me with it. Please I want her cock up inside, please?" Then I looked back up at Suzette, her rock hard dick now only inches from my bottom. "Please, Suzette. Please let me have your cock! Please let me have it, please fuck me with it, please...please!" I begged in earnest. She looked down at me, the most beautiful and feminine creature that I'd ever seen in my life, and silently shook her head.

"No, no...I can't fuck you, Melodie. I can't fuck a boy, and even though you're dressed up like a girl, and your face is so pretty all make up like a girl. You even have a nice new girl's name, but you're still not really a girly-girl, because you don't have breasts like a real girl. You're too flat. Miss Eileen only lets me fuck girly-girls, not someone with a flat chest like you have, Melodie." And again she shook her head, but I saw her again reaching down and squeezing her cock it, slowly stroking it up and down.

"You're...you're pretty enough, that's for sure. And your makeup is just lovely, your lipstick and eye shadow and mascara make you really look like a pretty little girl, but without breasts..." She sighed and shook her head. "I can't fuck you when you're so flat. If I can't feel my boobs rubbing against your tits, it would be too much like fucking a boy."

Everyone burst out laughing again, and Miss Heather giggled, then reached back for a bag that one of the other ladies had been holding, "Well, Suzette, that's not a problem. I have a nice big pair of silicon filled falsies, and I want you to put them in Melodies' bra, so she won't have flat chest any more. Then she'll be a proper little girly-boy. Giving her boobs will be the last step in making it into a girly-boy, sweetie. Then you can fuck her."

"Yes!" I begged. "Please, Miss Suzette! Please! Please give me big beautiful breasts like a real girl, please so you can fuck me!" And she smiled shyly down at me, nodding.

"Well...ok," she said softly. "I guess...I guess I can do that," nodding again. She took the big silicon filled falsies and looking down into my eyes, her soft hot pink lipstick coated lips parting, the little pink tip of her tongue reaching out to touch her lips, she bent forward, pulled up my sissy tee shirt and slipped them into the cups of my bra. Looking down at the sexy pink bra now filled almost to overflowing with my new big full fake tits, I absolutely loved it. Everyone laughed even harder, and Miss Heather jerked again on my little cock, the pain reminding me of the ribbon cock-leash that she was holding.

Then Suzette looked down at me fondly and smiled prettily. "Do you really want me to fuck you, little sissy Melodie?" she asked.

"Oh, goodness, yes, Miss Suzette," I begged. "Please, please fuck me! Please put your big cock inside me, please fuck me with it."

Then this incredibly feminine and beautiful girly-boy, Suzette, pushed me down on my back and forcing my nylon clad ankles and high heeled pumps even further apart she pressed her groin and the throbbing shaft of her massive rock hard cock against me, rubbing it against my own panty covered penis.

As she did I heard the murmurs and comments of the crowd, watching as she prepared to shove the whole length of her cock up inside my ass, wondering if I would cry while she was fucking me.

But she didn't fuck me right way. First she brought her beautiful face to mine, and began softly kissing my lipstick covered lips, again and again, softly and tenderly. I loved looking up into her gorgeous blue eyes, with her eye shadow and heavy mascara emphasizing her femininity, and I parted my lips, hoping and wishing that she'd put that lovely pink tongue inside my mouth where my own tongue would touch hers.

As she felt me open my lips, she broke off the kiss and pulled back an inch or two, smiling down at me lovingly.

"Don't rush things, sweetie. Let's go very slowly, and enjoy getting to know each other. Miss Eileen told me that we're going to be lovers for a long time, that she wants to watch us learn to truly love each other, and make each other happy. Of course, you'll never ever put your little penis inside me, it will always be me putting my love toy inside your pussy/bottom, but we'll both enjoy it, won't we?"

I nodded unhesitatingly and she went on, "So don't be in a hurry, little girl. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, taking your virginity and making you my very own sweet little girlfriend, but we'll do everything at my speed. I will be your mistress, and you'll be my little slut, always and forever."

Then she brought her lips back on mine, and kissed me again, sliding her slippery lipstick coated lips over mine, then slowly, gently slipping the soft tip of her delicious tongue into my mouth. Knowing that I must always remain completely submissive to her, I sucked only very gently at her tongue, making sure that I wasn't in any way demanding, merely servicing her and wanting to obey her every desire.

She kept kissing me, licking at my lips and my tongue, but still pressing her groin and cock against me. I loved the feel of it, loved knowing that my femininity excited