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Saturday Morning Sissy

I woke late on Saturday morning and immediately knew that something was
wrong. Sure, I'd been out drinking Friday night, so the hangover wasn't
unexpected. But I was surprised to wake and find that there was a
leather band snapped tightly around my balls and that this was tethered
securely to the foot of my bed with a short chain.

Further exploration revealed that my entire body had been shaved and my
nipples had been marked with some type of semi-permanent red dye. If
that wasn't enough, my toenails and fingernails were painted a cherry
red and I was wearing a jet-black baby doll nightie, a pair of
crotchless panties and there was something lodged securely up my ass.

Something big lodged securely up my ass.

It was obviously not a typical Saturday morning.

There was a post it stuck to my phone that simply read, "Check your
voice mail." My heart skipped a beat as I picked up my phone and pushed
play.

"Hello Sean, or perhaps Sissy Michelle is more appropriate." It was an
unfamiliar voice greeting me from the tiny speakers. "You probably don't
remember me, but we had a very revealing conversation last night."

"My name is Marcus, but you should call me Master from now on. After
all, you practically begged me to make you into my own personal sissy
slut last night. If you don't believe me, check the photos on your
phone."

I pushed pause and flipped to the Photo Album app, even though I was
pretty sure what I'd find there. I was still shocked to find that there
were 97 new photos waiting in an album titled "Sissy Michelle night 1."

97 pictures!

In each one I was on my knees in a bathroom stall with a glazed look on
my face and a cock shoved down my throat. Or it was a picture of me from
behind with a cock plowing in and out of my ass. Every single picture
had a good shot of my face, usually glazed with cum and a look of half-
drunken lust. The different sizes and skin tones of the cocks revealed
that I had been used by at least ten different men last night. In fact,
one of them had me on my knees surrounded ten cocks in the one picture.

All of them looked like they were ready to pop.

These were pictures that could easily destroy me, especially as most of
them were labeled with the email addresses of my family, friends and co-
workers. They were shocking, but also pictures that made my cock stand
up straight, bobbing in anticipation of a repeat performance.

"I hope you like the photo shoot," the voicemail continued. "I know that
I had a lot of fun taking the pictures and finding all sorts of total
strangers to come by and make you over into a total sissy slut. I had so
much fun that I think I'll do it again tonight. And every night from
here on out."

My cock was throbbing with the thought. In my heart of hearts I knew
that this was it. My darkest fantasies had finally been exposed. I knew
that I had met a man who would make all of my sissy dreams come true.

I was scared to death.

I couldn't wait.

I still don't remember a lot about that night, but I do recall a few
bits and pieces. I went to a club with a group of friends after work.
Somehow I ended up at the bar with a very tall man who started buying me
drinks. I couldn't recall his face, but I remembered his eyes. They were
a piercing blue and seemed to bore right into my soul. Those eyes were
stern, yet full of promise. When my soon-to-be Master asked me about my
deepest fantasies, those eyes demanded that I bare my soul for his
amusement.

I did just that with only a few shots in me. I told him that I longed to
be a full-fledged sissy slut. That I longed to belong to a man who would
take me and make me over into a complete shemale. That I was looking for
somebody who would train me, and force me to service a never-ending
parade of hard cocks. Somebody who would lock me in a chastity, start me
on female hormones and then start turning me into the perfect sissy
cocksucker.

While I admitted these fantasies of mine, this strange man with the
intense blue eyes kept demanding that I take one shot after another. I
was totally trashed before midnight when he had me post my first ad on
Craigslist. I've since printed it out to remind me where I started.

"I am a sissy slut in training," my ad read. "I require several men who
will allow me the honor of sucking their cocks on a daily basis if I am
ever to become a good enough sissy to please my new Master. If you are
interested in helping to train me, please respond to this ad. Tell me
how often you can stop by and feed me a creamy sissy treat, what time of
the day you are free to stop by, whether you're okay with using me while
other men line up for sloppy seconds, and if there are any other kinky
activities you'd like to force me to try. I am interested in it all."

"Please be prepared to take pictures of me servicing your cock," the ad
continued, "as my new Master will require proof that I am becoming a
good and constantly-horny sissy slut through lots and lots of practice."

The ad was illuminated by one picture. A picture of me with a large cock
shoved down my throat with the word "Sissy Slut" and my cell phone
number and personal email written across my forehead in dark black ink.

The ad had obviously attracted plenty of attention. In addition to the
97 photos from last night, I had scores of voicemail messages and emails
waiting on my phone.

So this was it. My life as an average, everyday working stiff was over.
I'd gotten drunk and revealed my darkest fantasies to a man who seemed
determined to make them all come true. I was scared to death, but also
thrilled beyond belief. I was also quite horny, and while I desperately
wanted to grab my cock and get some relief, deep down I knew that I
shouldn't do so without my new Master's permission.

Back to the voice mail.

"We had fun last night, and I intend to have fun with you on a regular
basis. That being said, you were quite drunk last night, so I'm not
quite sure if you're serious or not. If you truly want to become my
sissy slut, I will make you into the most depraved slut in town. I will
keep you in the sexiest clothes and tallest stiletto heels. You can
expect to spend your days with your ass filled with cock--either a butt
plug or the real thing, 24/7. I will start you on hormones immediately
and will take you in for breast implants as soon as your titties have
grown big enough to accommodate them. If fact, I will personally shove
the needle in your ass tonight while I'm fucking you."

There was a dark, dangerous laugh on the message.

"If you look over on your nightstand, you will see a chastity and a
padlock. Notice that there is no key. This is how you will prove your
devotion to me. If you truly want to be my sissy slut, you will lock it
on, snap the padlock closed and send me a picture of your cock locked
away for good. Do not be fooled. If you put on the chastity, I will not
unlock it for at least one month, and only then if you've been a good
sissy slut the entire time."

"You will be given sissy goals. We'll start out some simple tasks. You
will suck 10 cocks every week, loose 5lbs each week, dress in full sissy
mode every night after work and start a journal where you expose your
slutiest fantasies for the entire world to read. We will post these
fantasies online, along with plenty of photos of you acting them out. We
will also be posting your contact info along with the stories, so that
any horny man can track you down if he really wants to do so."

There was a long pause in the message. My heart was pounding in my head.
Somehow this man knew exactly what I wanted to hear.

"If that's what you want to have happen, lock the chastity around that
little thing you call your cock, take a picture and text it to me.
You'll find my number in your phone under the heading of Master."

"Then you will have 15 minutes to prepare yourself for your new Master.
That means your should be gagged and blindfolded, stuffed at both ends
and totally immobilized while you wait for Master to come whore you out.
I'll give you more instructions on this in the future, but for now you
should leave the butt plug in, then go to your garage and get a roll of
duct tape and start binding yourself up tight. I expect to see you
completely wrapped up from your nipples down when I show up."

"Leave the chastity sticking out, as I'll want easy access to torment
your tiny clitty."

Be sure to save some of the duct tape so you can stick a rag in your
mouth and tape it in place. I generously left a dirty rag by your bed
that should give you a preview of what you'll be tasting from here on
out."

"Tape the rag in place--enjoy the taste. Go to your voice-recording app
on your iPhone and push play. It's a recording of you begging for my
cock and getting fucked last night. Make sure you put it on a repeat
loop. Then use some of the tape to tape your eyes closed and handcuff
your wrists to the furniture so you can't change your mind."

"Then wait."

There was another long pause.

"Wait for as long as it takes for me to come by. It could be minutes. It
could be days. Either way, you won't be going into work on Monday."

"So what do you say sissy? Do you have the balls to make your fantasies
come true? Be aware that if you do have the balls, I will probably be
cutting them off in the near future. But until then, I promise to make
all of your sissy slut fantasies come true. I will break you and then
remake you into the world's biggest sissy slut. There will be full body-
transformation, lots of humiliation and a career in fetish porn in your
near future. That's if you're willing to lock yourself in the chastity
and give yourself over to me."

"Personally, I don't think you will do it. But I hope you do. It's been
five years since I last made a sissy slut, and I have lots of new ideas
to try out. Lock yourself up and send me the picture and I will make it
all come true."

"Or don't and I'll leave you alone. Of course you'll have to figure out
how to explain the nail polish and writing on your forehead. I'm sure
that the sissy slut words will wash off your face in a week or two. I
used a permanent marker and wrote it out several times so that it will
be there for quite a few days."

"But it's your call. Take the picture and I'll change your life. Or
chicken out and go back to being some nobody with all these unfulfilled
fantasies. I hope to hear from you very soon, but I'm not going to stay
up all night waiting."

What to do? This was exactly my fantasy come true. I'd dreamed of having
a Master who would turn me into the perfect sissy slut. Somebody who was
demanding and who would fully own me. The porn career thing was a new
twist, but it was one that set the gears in my head turning.

Could I do it? Could I give in? The tone on the voice mail and the
memory of those blue eyes made me feel that this was no joke. If I
locked the chastity around my cock, I knew that I'd be changed forever.

I had a good job, lots of friends and a loving family. I would loose all
of this. How could I give that up? Especially for a man I'd only known
after one drunken night of slutdom.

Perhaps he'd be willing to ease me in, I thought and then immediately
dismissed the idea. This was a man who wanted a total sissy. Nothing
else would do.

I was torn, unable to make a decision. But then I noticed that in my
revere I'd gotten up and moved to the garage. The duct tape was in one
hand while my throbbing cock was in the other. I was on sissy autopilot.
My cock was too hard to fit in the chastity, but a couple of ice cubes
shrunk me down, banishing my hard-ons for the foreseeable future, maybe
forever.

Before I could stop myself, the ring of the chastity device was tightly
nestled behind my balls, the cage was slipping over my cock (quickly,
before it got hard again) and the padlock was slipped into place. This
was it. One click and my life would be changed forever.

Click.

My cock was throbbing so much that I could see the chastity rise and
fall. I immediately loved the feeling of being so hard yet unable to
touch myself. I hoped that it would be this way from now on, even if
that meant that I would never come again.

I went to the bathroom and covered myself in shaving cream. I had been
shaved last night, but there were a few places that Master had missed. I
quickly made sure that I was smooth all over then took a quick shower to
clean myself up.

The butt plug came out just long enough for an enema before it went back
in. The butt plug was huge, much bigger than anything I'd ever used
before. It took a while to get it seated back into place. It finally
popped in as I was thinking that it probably wasn't the biggest plug I'd
ever have to wear.

The sharpie was still sitting on the counter. I carefully re-wrote the
message on my forehead, although very little of it had faded from my
shower. I added my real name to go along with my phone number and email.
Then I took a red sharpie and gave myself some lipstick.

I checked the front door. It was unlocked. As was the back door. I was
ready.

I laid myself down on the couch and began to tie myself up. The duct
tape was amazingly secure. I wrapped it as tightly as I could around my
legs, being sure to wrap extra around my ankles. It was unnecessary.
There was no way that I was ever going to break free.

It suddenly dawned on me that one roll wouldn't be enough. I hopped
awkwardly to the garage and collected two more rolls. The first one
became a makeshift corset. It was difficult, but the next roll covered
my arms all the way to my wrists. I would have done the hands, but I was
afraid that I wouldn't be able to get the handcuffs locked on if I did.

There was still more tape. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought
and started to wrap it around my head. This was going to pull my hair
out in the morning. I kind of liked the idea of being a bald sissy slut.

When I was finished, there was only a little skin showing around my
eyes, mouth, cock and hands. I was sweating already, but horny beyond
belief. I took out my phone and took my first sissy selfie. It was off
to my Master in no time along with the message, "Please come make me
your whore."

I pushed play on the voicemail file and turned the volume up to full. It
was loud, but not so loud that I couldn't hear the click of the
handcuffs being ratcheted down on my wrists.

Then I waited.

My phone pinged after a few minutes. It was either a voicemail, an email
or a text message. Either way it was probably somebody looking for a
kinky sissy slut. I wished I could answer him, but I couldn't get to the
phone with my hands handcuffed and locked around the arm of my couch.

I don't know how long I waited. My phone never stopped pinging and
ringing. Each time my cock jumped in frustration. The voice recording
continued to play. Over and over I heard myself say; "I am nothing but a
sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. I
spend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel empty when there's
not a hard cock filling my sissy pussy."

"Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your perfect
sissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just
turn me into your si..."

My words were interrupted by the sound of something being shoved in my
mouth. The taste from my gag gave me a good idea of what it had been.
The rest of the file was nothing but grunts, slapping sounds and high-
pitched squeals as I heard myself being fucked over and over again.
There were two men grunting on the recording, so I was obviously being
plugged from both ends.

God, I wished that I was being plugged from both ends again right then.

But no. I was just a horny sissy, tied up tight and dreaming of cock.
The recording ended and started with the sound of Master's deep chuckle,
and then it started up again.

"I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked..." Over
and over again until I had the mantra memorized. Hours later, when my
phone's battery ran dead, I was still repeating my words in my mind as I
drifted off to sleep.

"I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked..."

I woke to the sound of a deep male chuckle and the feeling of hands
pulling and twisting my chastity cage. "Wakey, wakey, slut. Master is
here to claim you."

I groaned in anticipation.

"Good girl," Master continued. I wasn't sure if you'd slut yourself out
for me or not. You went above and beyond what I asked for. Who knows,
you might just earn an orgasm in a month or two after all." Suddenly he
pulled by chastity straight up in the air, practically lifting me up by
my balls. "But probably not. Your days of cumming are over."

Master went to the kitchen and I heard him rummaging around in the
drawers for a knife. I'm shamed to admit that I was afraid he was about
to murder me. But he came back and sliced a hole in my gag and then
fished the rag out. My mouth was completely dry and my jaw was very
sore. Master didn't care. He shoved his cock in and started fucking my
throat. He only stopped once to tell me "If I feel your teeth again,
I'll have a dentist friend of mine pull them out for good."

I opened my mouth and throat as wide as I could while Master pounded
into me. It only took a moment before I felt his cock swell up and then
spurt after spurt went right into my stomach. I moaned and swallowed,
then licked him clean as best I could.

"Not bad for a new sissy," he told me. "Don't worry, you'll get batter
with practice."

Then he undid my handcuffs and stood me up. But instead of unwrapping
me, He pulled my arms behind my back, took out another role of duct tape
and proceeded to completely mummify me. I thought I was immobile before,
but now I couldn't even wiggle as Master wrapped me even tighter.

There was only a slit left for my mouth, a few holes for my nose, the
opening where my chastity poked out and with another scary slice, a hole
that would give horny cocks access to my sissy pussy.

There was one new hole to be added. It was a tiny prick of a needle that
went straight into my ass. Master made good on his promise and gave me
my first dose of sissy hormones.

Master then went to the kitchen and came back with some water. I felt a
straw being pushed into my mouth. I greedily sucked down the liquid.
Then Master picked up my phone and noted that it was dead. "No worry,"
he said, "you should have memorized your lines by now."

Without hesitation, I started to repeat the only words I would say for
the next two months. Non-stop, I repeated my sissy prayer.

"I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each
and every day. I spend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel
empty when there's not a hard cock filling my sissy pussy."

"Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your perfect
sissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just
turn me into your sissy gurl."

While I repeated this, Master logged on to my computer and started
responding to the men who had responded to my ad. "Damn gurl," he said,
laughing. "We're going to be here all night before you take care of all
these horny men."

And so it started. I heard Master call or email one man after another.
He gave each and everyone of them my real name and address. I heard my
webcam turn on as Master set out to prove that I was indeed a sissy
slut, waiting all tied up for men to come fill me up with their cum.

It didn't take long before they started showing up.

At first they would fuck me while I was still mummified. After a while
there were more than a few men waiting to use me, but I was tied up so
tightly with the tape that I couldn't hold my body in a position that
would allow me to suck their cocks while being fucked.

I heard somebody say, "Fuck this" and they started unwrapping me. I
would have screamed in pain, but my mouth was stuffed with cock and I
remembered Master's warning that he would pull my teeth if I ever bit
down.

As you might guess, ripping the tape off my head was the worst. Enough
hair was pulled off that Master dragged me to the bathroom and
immediately shaved me bald. "This was a good idea, slut," he said as he
dragged the razor across my head. "More exposed skin for the tattoos."

Master never took the tape off my eyes, so I couldn't see the look on
his face. Well, I could still see his eyes in my mind, and that was all
I needed to keep me in full sissy-slut mode.

I spent the next several hours on my knees with one cock pounding my ass
with another shoved down my throat. I frequently had two more cocks
twitching in each hand while I did my best to service a never-ending
parade of horny men. They never stopped coming. It was one cock after
another, and I never saw a single one of the faces that was attached to
those spurting monsters.

At a certain point, Master noticed that I was shaking in physical
exhaustion, so he called off the assault. He was almost tender as he ran
his hand over my bald head. "This is going to work out just fine," he
said before taking me to my bed. He flipped me over, fucked me quickly,
and then left me dripping with cum.

"See you tomorrow, slut" he said as he left. I immediately fell asleep
dreaming of what was coming next.

I woke up the next morning, exhausted and sore all over. Angry red marks
striped my skin from where the duct tape had been. Everything was sore,
but I looked at it like a badge of honor, and couldn't keep my hands off
myself as I stood underneath the hot shower. If I could have reached my
cock, I would have jerked off immediately, but it was locked away in its
cage, so I had to rely on one hand rubbing across my skin while the
other hand snaked a finger into my ass.

I was completely lost in myself when I heard somebody rummaging around
in my living room. The bathroom door opened and Master's voice told me
to get out of the shower. He put a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on
the sink counter and told me to blindfold myself and lock my hands
behind my back before coming out.

I jumped out of the shower, dried myself and then dropped to my knees.
The blindfold went on, the hands were locked behind my back and then I
crawled as best I could out to meet Master.

"I told you this one was a keeper," I heard Master say, and then a
strangely familiar voice chimed in, "I always had a feeling about this
slut."

Fuck! I knew that voice. It was my boss, Don Peterson.

I was supposed to be working right now, instead I found myself on my
knees while Mr. Peterson fucked me roughly from behind. He slapped my
ass and laughed, "things are going to be much different at work from now
on, Sean, or should I say sissy slut."

I was pretty much in shock from that point on. Mr. Peterson fucked me,
bred me, and then turned me back over to my Master. I heard him ask
Master if he could buy me after the transformation was finished. I never
heard Master's response.

I fell asleep with my sissy mantra repeating in my head. "I am nothing
but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every
day..."

A few hours later I was tied up and shoved into the trunk of Master's
car. We drove around the city for a while, and I was able to sneak in a
quick nap. It was very late at night when the truck was finally opened
and I was dragged out. I was untied, slammed down across the trunk and
immediately filled full of a very large cock. I could tell that I was
being fucked by a huge man; somebody who could break me with his bare
hands if he wanted to do so. I wasn't tied up, although I was still
blindfolded and caged. Still, I didn't dare move. I sat there and
allowed this man to fill me full of his seed.

He grunted and said "Not bad." There was a pause before he said "fifty
fucks, plus I get to film her and post it online." Master agreed with a
grunt and the huge man dragged me inside his building.

We were at a tattoo parlor. It was closed, but the man, Dogg, had agreed
to stay open all night to work on me. By the time the sun rose in the
morning, I had been permanently marked as a sissy slut.

Dogg didn't say much to me all night long as he pierced and marked me as
a slut. He seldom tied me down, preferring instead to just push me
around and have his way with me. I never even contemplated resisting. I
simply repeated my sissy mantra. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live
to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. I spend my days dreaming
about cocks and cum and feel empty when there's not a hard cock filling
my sissy pussy."

"Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your sissy
slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just turn me
into your perfect sissy."

Dogg began by tattooing my nipples a dark red. That hurt like hell, but
at least I was numb by the time he pierced each nipple with a heavy gold
hoop and then clamped them closed.

I was flipped over and he gave me a tramp stamp that was actually quite
beautiful. It consisted of a series of silhouettes of women sucking
cocks and being fucked. "Sissy Slut" was spelled out in fine cursive
just above my ass crack.

Two arrows were added to my butt cheeks--each one pointing to my gaping
ass hole. Dogg took this opportunity to shove several fingers up my ass
while he tattooed the oversized arrows that would guide men for years to
come.

Next up was my cock. This hurt as well. Master had given Dogg the key to
my chastity, so I was finally freed, but not before I was tied down to
the bench for safekeeping. I was so horny that I came almost as soon as
Dogg fished my cock out of its cage. He immediately slapped me hard
across the face. "You'll pay for that, slut," he said as he started the
tattoo gun buzzing while scooping my cum back into my mouth with his
free hand.

My cock was eventually covered in delicate flower tattoos and stylized
warning signs. "Out of Order," "Keep Away" and "Do Not Touch!" were
etched permanently into my sissy clit. At some point I must have been
crying out in pain so loudly that Dogg gagged me so that he could
continue his work without distraction.

I passed out at some point. While I was asleep I had three rings put
into my cock and shaft and another one embedded deeply just in front of
my ass. This would allow Master to lock my cock back between my cheeks
some years in the future when I finally earned a release from my
chastity.

I came back to consciousness when Dogg split some smelling salts under
my nose. "Suck me off before I work on your face," he grunted and then
rammed his cock down my throat. His cock was as big as he was, but by
this time I was so sore and abused that I had no trouble taking it down
my throat. He smelled terrible, but there was a musky scent that
actually turned me on. He came after just a few minutes of face fucking
me.

Then he started in on my face. He gave me permanent makeup. My lips were
lined and then filled in with a dark red. They were so swollen and
plumped up after the tattoos that I couldn't feel them for days after
that. I must admit that I hated loosing my cocksucker lips a few days
later, and eventually went in for collagen injections just so I could
recreate the feeling.

Dogg also did my eyeliner in coal black, and then wrote "sissy" and
"slut" across the ridge of each ear in a surprisingly delicate script."
My nose, belly button and tongue were pierced and then I was given a
slave identification number on my upper shoulder. I was in such a haze
that I didn't even see the brand until it was too late. There was a
searing pain as Master's brand was seared into my flesh.

I passed out once again.

I woke up some hours later, asleep in my own bed and covered with
sterile gauze pads. I wasn't tied up, but a steel cage had replaced the
plastic chastity device and the end of my cock was now tethered securely
to the bottom of the chastity device thanks to my new piercing.

I hurt all over. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I
looked like hell. My face was swollen from the tattoos and I looked
physically beaten down. I burst into tears as I sat to take a pee. What
had I done? There was no going back from any of this? Was this really
what I wanted?

Yes. This was exactly what I had asked for. I'd never had the guts to go
for it before, but thanks to my Master it was now all completely real.
My tears of anguish turned to tears of gratitude. I started to repeat my
sissy mantra. It calmed me and also caused my cock to twitch in its
cage. Eventually I dragged myself back to bed and fell back to a much-
needed sleep.

I woke to feel a cock pushing into my mouth and hands roughly holding my
eyes closed. It was Master, taking his time as he slowly plunged his
cock in and out of my mouth. He faced-fucked me for a long time. I'm not
sure how long, but what else did I have to do that day. I licked and
sucked him until I felt him tense up and deposit another load of cum
down my throat.

It wasn't much of a surprise when I heard Mr. Peterson unzip his pants
and shove his cock down my throat. "Don't worry, Sean," he said between
strokes. I've arranged it with human resources. You've got three weeks
of stored up sick leave before we have to fire you. But by then you'll
be able to get a job as my new sissy slut secretary. I foresee locts of
'dick-tation' in your future."

With that he grunted and filled my mouth with his cum.

I heard Master tell him, " Only if you can afford her. Sluts aren't
cheap." The two men laughed and left me alone to savor the taste of
their cum. I wondered what they were discussing, but only briefly. My
mind was soon filled with my never-ending sissy mantra that kept me
grounded in my new reality. "I am nothing but a sissy slut..."

A bit later Master returned and dragged me to my feet. "You're in no
condition to be seen in public," he informed me, "but no worries. I know
a place that's perfect for a slut like you."

He took a minute to change my bandages, then I was dragged out to his
car and shoved into the trunk. I was surprised that I hadn't been tied
up, but then I noticed that there were several pairs of handcuffs
rattling around in the trunk with me. I knew what Master expected. I
handcuffed my feet together and then handcuffed the end of my chastity
to the chain between my feet. I took the last pair of cuffs and locked
my hands behind my back, making sure to link the chains so I was locked
in a rather painful hogtie.

We drove off into the night. I had no idea where we were headed, but I
didn't care. I had found my place in the world. "I am nothing but a
sissy slut," I told myself, and shuddered in ecstasy as I wondered what
was coming next.



Author's postscript:

I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story. Heaven knows I had a
lot of fun writing it. I realized that our sissy heroine's character
isn't overly developed, but I'm writing this story for the man who once
told me that good sissies don't think so much as just submit and trust
that their Master will take care of them. That's what I'm hoping to
accomplish in this tale.

There will be more submission and trust in part two, which is still
being formulated in my head. I'm certainly open to suggestions.

Once again, I hope you enjoy my literary fantasies.