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I’m sitting in front of my computer and trying to decide on what to write in my Sissy Diary. It’s been a while since my last post and a lot has happened since then. My entire life is entirely different now. I have so much to share.
So, what’s changed? Let’s talk about the simple things first: My English has gotten so much better with every day, there is a soccer match currently on air and I’m not even tempted to have the TV on for background noise, for the first time in five years I have money, I take care of myself and my hygiene with a lot more diligence, my apartment is cleaner than usual, and I’ve joined a phone group chat that isn’t on WhatsApp.
I had finally gathered the motivation to seek out opportunities to speak with other like-minded sissies—and found what has to be the best such place of them all. It’s an app like WhatApp, but without phone numbers and instead just with nicknames (which is great for anonymity!). Due to thoughts of discretion, I won’t be sharing neither the name of the app nor the group’s. This group consists only of verified sissies and keeps all fakes and trolls far away, so it all feels very safe and welcoming. The admin, Bambi, answered all my questions upon joining about the theme and members of the group. Bambi was awesome since the very first moments!
The following days were when it really started. I played video games much less often and spent increasingly more time in the chat. The group practically swallowed me whole! Because of the time zones, there was always someone online to talk with. Every day I woke up, the first thought that came to mind was, “How can I be even more girly and slutty today?” and the answer grew more extreme with each day. But, finally, I did reach all of my goals.
Time started just passing me by. Days are much shorter now and my wake-sleep cycle has become very American—seven hours ahead. I still feel like the new student in Sissy School and Bambi has gotten to be sort of like my mentor. She’s inconsequently older than I am and holds the opinion that she’s too old for transition. She’s also living the American Dream in New York City—respectively, the part that Donald Trump hasn’t destroyed yet.
We talk about politics, tolerance, beauty, dressing, and sex—okay, it’s mostly really about sex. Within four days of joining, I took more than 50 slutty pics of myself and shared them with strangers over text and with the sissy group. They shared theirs, too. Suddenly, I had over 300 perverted pics on my phone which hadn’t come from tumblr!
The next step was to walk at night all dressed up through the fully illuminated historic city center of Dresden (400.000 inhabitants, largest city in Saxony and definitely one of the finest places in all of Germany), taking videos of the walk in front of the most famous landmarks to share with all my sissy sisters. When I got home, I posted an ad on the German version of Craigslist that I needed practice objects to increase my blowjob skills.
My financial situation was as bad as it had ever been. I had just enough to pay my last rent because I got money back from the yearly water and energy bills. I nearly got one full month’s rent back because I like to live economically.
When I woke up after three hours I already had about 20 replies to my ad, all of them asking whether X amount of money was enough for sucking and swallowing. I couldn‘t resist. 20 Minutes later, I had the first client. I blew his cock in the morning rush hour between a big parking area and a tram + bus changing station directly in the very central of the city. In the morning dusk, hiding in a bush, 55F temp, I was on my knees and swallowing his load after two minutes. He called me a good slut.
I’ll be going into more detailed later, but I want to share the real interesting details first, which is why I’m rushing straight to the milestones and highlights a bit before it gets too long.
I already did that before because of desperation, but I swore to myself to never do it again. Now I’ve broken this promise, and definitely not for the last time. I can’t tell myself that this is just because I need money anymore. I loved it! Sissy Brainwash did a good job!
Most clients were older (40 and older) looking for a young boy. They didn’t want me to dress up. I had a few more clients and that first day was a logistical nightmare. But then there was my first evening client. The dates on daytimes were mostly quickies in the city center--guys on the way to work who wanted to have a quickie before a full working day. Most of them were outdoor. It was just me getting on my bike, driving 10 minutes or less, parking the bike, going to meeting spot, taking the money, kneeling down, opening his pants, sucking for 2 or 3 minutes, swallowing, getting back onto bike, and driving home.
I’ll write about the logistical details of being a slut on day 2, when and I learned how to plan, so now I can jump to the evening client. I got some replies for the evening and no one wanted a quickie. The evening client wanted me to visit him at home and he expected an intensive and sustaining experience. So I decided to do just have one of them for my first working day. The clients for evening dates write more messages for date preparation and all sent dick pics, so I just took the nicest with the biggest dick like a good whore.
I took the Tram, but also took my bike with me for the way back. At the final station I parked it and met him. We went to his car—a Trabant. I just fucking love him for this car! (Sorry, but only east German readers will know how amazing this car is, haha!)
My evening client wanted me as boy, so no girl clothes, and he was so very shy and passive. I didn’t like that. We undressed and started kissing. He was a bit like a robot. OK, so it definitely fell on my shoulders to wake and arouse his inner b**st.
I stopped the kiss and grabbed his face, turning his head to the left. Then I kissed his neck and whispered, “I’m your slut!” After I bit his lobe, I licked my way down to his chest, stuck my ass up, and placed my chin on his chest. I looked up, straight into his eyes, and asked, “Yoooouuuu?” as slutty as I could. Then I took care of his other ear so that it wouldn’t get jealous and worshipped it. I whispered, “Can you tell this little slut what her only purpose is?” He LOVED this. I was starting to softly massage his balls a little. After a moment, he said, “Yes, I can.” I respond, “How can it be, then, that I’m still able to talk?” I love being a slut!!! And now I had him hooked. He took the lead, which is what I wanted! He grabbed my shoulders, pushed me down on his cock, and shouted, “Then start now, little Slut!” YEAH! That‘s how I like it!
I licked his balls and spoiled his shaft a bit, then licked it up and down while giving his balls a massage. I wanted to provoke him, make him horny as fuck. After a few minutes, I started sucking and practicing deepthroat. His cock was 2.8 inches…. THICK! It was so fucking big, my jawbone cracked a bit when I sucked him deep enough at first. I knew he’d pay me double if I made him cum twice. He told me so. But when I asked for a bonus just in case I could make him cum three times, he just laughed and said that no one had ever done it before. And that was what aroused my ambitions! Soon I could take him all in, afterwhich he grabbed my head and started fucking my face. It was awesome. No breath, tears running down my face, gagging and crying and drooling all over myself. And when he wanted to give me a break, I just clawed my fingers into his ass cheeks and pressed him closer to me.
He fucked my face for an hour and a half! Came twice, NEARLY 3 TIMES! I was the happiest slut in the world! Pic is at the end oft he post!
When I got home, I had to make a decision. Home time and talking about my Sissy day with my Sisters or having a night client. Night clients wanted me to visit them at home or on the way home. Most of them drunk, high, or ugly. A refugee who wanted to sell his weed, a trucker who hadn’t had a shower in 5 days, and some guys just too far away. I decided to stay home. It was 1 a.m. – 6.30 a.m. first client of the day.
I’m sitting in front of my computer and trying to decide on what to write in my Sissy Diary. It’s been a while since my last post and a lot has happened since then. My entire life is entirely different now. I have so much to share.
So, what’s changed? Let’s talk about the simple things first: My English has gotten so much better with every day, there is a soccer match currently on air and I’m not even tempted to have the TV on for background noise, for the first time in five years I have money, I take care of myself and my hygiene with a lot more diligence, my apartment is cleaner than usual, and I’ve joined a phone group chat that isn’t on WhatsApp.
I had finally gathered the motivation to seek out opportunities to speak with other like-minded sissies—and found what has to be the best such place of them all. It’s an app like WhatApp, but without phone numbers and instead just with nicknames (which is great for anonymity!). Due to thoughts of discretion, I won’t be sharing neither the name of the app nor the group’s. This group consists only of verified sissies and keeps all fakes and trolls far away, so it all feels very safe and welcoming. The admin, Bambi, answered all my questions upon joining about the theme and members of the group. Bambi was awesome since the very first moments!
The following days were when it really started. I played video games much less often and spent increasingly more time in the chat. The group practically swallowed me whole! Because of the time zones, there was always someone online to talk with. Every day I woke up, the first thought that came to mind was, “How can I be even more girly and slutty today?” and the answer grew more extreme with each day. But, finally, I did reach all of my goals.
Time started just passing me by. Days are much shorter now and my wake-sleep cycle has become very American—seven hours ahead. I still feel like the new student in Sissy School and Bambi has gotten to be sort of like my mentor. She’s inconsequently older than I am and holds the opinion that she’s too old for transition. She’s also living the American Dream in New York City—respectively, the part that Donald Trump hasn’t destroyed yet.
We talk about politics, tolerance, beauty, dressing, and sex—okay, it’s mostly really about sex. Within four days of joining, I took more than 50 slutty pics of myself and shared them with strangers over text and with the sissy group. They shared theirs, too. Suddenly, I had over 300 perverted pics on my phone which hadn’t come from tumblr!
The next step was to walk at night all dressed up through the fully illuminated historic city center of Dresden (400.000 inhabitants, largest city in Saxony and definitely one of the finest places in all of Germany), taking videos of the walk in front of the most famous landmarks to share with all my sissy sisters. When I got home, I posted an ad on the German version of Craigslist that I needed practice objects to increase my blowjob skills.
My financial situation was as bad as it had ever been. I had just enough to pay my last rent because I got money back from the yearly water and energy bills. I nearly got one full month’s rent back because I like to live economically.
When I woke up after three hours I already had about 20 replies to my ad, all of them asking whether X amount of money was enough for sucking and swallowing. I couldn‘t resist. 20 Minutes later, I had the first client. I blew his cock in the morning rush hour between a big parking area and a tram + bus changing station directly in the very central of the city. In the morning dusk, hiding in a bush, 55F temp, I was on my knees and swallowing his load after two minutes. He called me a good slut.
I’ll be going into more detailed later, but I want to share the real interesting details first, which is why I’m rushing straight to the milestones and highlights a bit before it gets too long.
I already did that before because of desperation, but I swore to myself to never do it again. Now I’ve broken this promise, and definitely not for the last time. I can’t tell myself that this is just because I need money anymore. I loved it! Sissy Brainwash did a good job!
Most clients were older (40 and older) looking for a young boy. They didn’t want me to dress up. I had a few more clients and that first day was a logistical nightmare. But then there was my first evening client. The dates on daytimes were mostly quickies in the city center--guys on the way to work who wanted to have a quickie before a full working day. Most of them were outdoor. It was just me getting on my bike, driving 10 minutes or less, parking the bike, going to meeting spot, taking the money, kneeling down, opening his pants, sucking for 2 or 3 minutes, swallowing, getting back onto bike, and driving home.
I’ll write about the logistical details of being a slut on day 2, when and I learned how to plan, so now I can jump to the evening client. I got some replies for the evening and no one wanted a quickie. The evening client wanted me to visit him at home and he expected an intensive and sustaining experience. So I decided to do just have one of them for my first working day. The clients for evening dates write more messages for date preparation and all sent dick pics, so I just took the nicest with the biggest dick like a good whore.
I took the Tram, but also took my bike with me for the way back. At the final station I parked it and met him. We went to his car—a Trabant. I just fucking love him for this car! (Sorry, but only east German readers will know how amazing this car is, haha!)
My evening client wanted me as boy, so no girl clothes, and he was so very shy and passive. I didn’t like that. We undressed and started kissing. He was a bit like a robot. OK, so it definitely fell on my shoulders to wake and arouse his inner b**st.
I stopped the kiss and grabbed his face, turning his head to the left. Then I kissed his neck and whispered, “I’m your slut!” After I bit his lobe, I licked my way down to his chest, stuck my ass up, and placed my chin on his chest. I looked up, straight into his eyes, and asked, “Yoooouuuu?” as slutty as I could. Then I took care of his other ear so that it wouldn’t get jealous and worshipped it. I whispered, “Can you tell this little slut what her only purpose is?” He LOVED this. I was starting to softly massage his balls a little. After a moment, he said, “Yes, I can.” I respond, “How can it be, then, that I’m still able to talk?” I love being a slut!!! And now I had him hooked. He took the lead, which is what I wanted! He grabbed my shoulders, pushed me down on his cock, and shouted, “Then start now, little Slut!” YEAH! That‘s how I like it!
I licked his balls and spoiled his shaft a bit, then licked it up and down while giving his balls a massage. I wanted to provoke him, make him horny as fuck. After a few minutes, I started sucking and practicing deepthroat. His cock was 2.8 inches…. THICK! It was so fucking big, my jawbone cracked a bit when I sucked him deep enough at first. I knew he’d pay me double if I made him cum twice. He told me so. But when I asked for a bonus just in case I could make him cum three times, he just laughed and said that no one had ever done it before. And that was what aroused my ambitions! Soon I could take him all in, afterwhich he grabbed my head and started fucking my face. It was awesome. No breath, tears running down my face, gagging and crying and drooling all over myself. And when he wanted to give me a break, I just clawed my fingers into his ass cheeks and pressed him closer to me.
He fucked my face for an hour and a half! Came twice, NEARLY 3 TIMES! I was the happiest slut in the world! Pic is at the end oft he post!
When I got home, I had to make a decision. Home time and talking about my Sissy day with my Sisters or having a night client. Night clients wanted me to visit them at home or on the way home. Most of them drunk, high, or ugly. A refugee who wanted to sell his weed, a trucker who hadn’t had a shower in 5 days, and some guys just too far away. I decided to stay home. It was 1 a.m. – 6.30 a.m. first client of the day.
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