A Tale Of Two Sissies
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Intro to Sissies XX
He had to smile. Mistress Red expected it so he did; She
was glaring right at him, with that evil smile on her blush
red face, with those incredible cheekbones. A thought
fleeted by him that Mistress Red would be beautiful if she
was normal.
But his voice trembled when he followed the teleprompter
the second time. Somehow the cobalt blue plug looked larger
to him and he was more afraid of it. His ass was shatter
stretched from the first one and he felt sure this one
would hurt more.
He took it better, because his ass was stretched, but it
did hurt more, and he almost mewled again. He slid it in
easier this time and the vibrating shuddered his teeth
again, and precum again slid from his locked penis, but
then he was pulling it out and licking it and describing
its deliciousness and signing it and smiling to the camera
and there it was done.
The stripe of pain where Mistress Red had whipped him had
laddered his fragile black stocking, making runs. Mistress
Red told him that she approved of it and would like to
ladder his stockings to hell. She had barked a laugh at
that. His butt had clenched at that, almost closing.
They enemaed him again, and then it was time for Joan Sissy
1000, number 3.
And then 4.
By shoot number 5, a crowd had gathered, sissies and the
three Mistresses, hushed. His hand had gotten shaky and he
didn't know if he could do this anymore. I am hurting
myself badly here, he thought, vaguely. And Mistress Red
wants it that way. She wants me to need the plug. She wants
me so stretched that I can't give pleasure there. She said
so. Somehow, this saddened him, even as he scorned the
thought. I hurt, am slut, and am so tired and hungry. So
hungry.
Mistress Red uncrossed her arms. "Break time.
Joanuselesspieceofshit will gladly serve you all. She's
hungry. But sissies, take her by the ass first and tell her
what you think. And then take her mouth, and tell Me what
you think."
He took a quick glance at Mistress Red and got into sissy
position, knees spread, elbows on floor, right on stage,
turning his ass to the audience. They're still filming me,
but I obey, I obey.
Someone put more lubricant in his ass. And then there was a
cock there, pumping him. John couldn't see who it was.
A mellow voice said to him, "Your ass is stretched and
saggy. Not tight. You are wasting my time. Show me you know
how to suck." And she/he withdrew, leaving him empty,
clicked around, pulled her up by the hair and jammed her
she cock into his mouth. "That's better, suck whore."
Another one entered into his ass and began pumping him as
he bobbed forward on the cock in front of him. Hard in,
slow suck out. The pumping was making him off kilter and he
had to hold the legs of the stockinged sissy in front of
him to maintain his sucking rhythm.
The sissy fucking him, he had no idea who, whined, "This
sissy is way too loose."
Mistress Red laughed off to his left. "Excellent,
sissywinston. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. You'll
try again in a month or two, and won't find anything but
air. But I hear her mouth is angelic delight."
The one he was sucking was ramming his face and joan was
sucking it as deep and kind and fast as she could. Then she
felt the surge and pushed the sissy away, pulling the cock
down to aim.
The sissy complained but came anyways, leaving a spattered
puddle of come on the stage. Joan got into position to lick
it, but a pair of heels stood over and a hand pulled his
chin up and forced her sissy cock into her mouth.
Now another was fucking her ass, complaining, but fucking
him anyways, waiting. Waiting for the pretty mouth.
"You will have time later to clean this stage to sparkling,
joanshit," Mistress Red said, a smile in her voice. "For
now, the comes will be props. Looks like you'll be hungry
for a little longer. You can suck the come for dinner. I'll
even add pepper."
She laughed.
And it continued. They pumped his ass and fucked his mouth.
Over and over again.
Joan sissy began to float. He thought of Beau saying;
'don't fight the tide, it will bring you in.' He thought of
those joggers running, claiming they could get a runners
high. He wondered if he was getting a sissy suckers high.
Somehow and somewhy, he knew that he was in some way, very
good at sucking cock. Everyone told him so, it seemed. It
was almost as if he was special. But really all he did, was
do as seemed to create pleasure, as he ? now thinking ?
would have wanted it done to him. Fast in, slow out, kiss,
caress and fast in, slow out. With love and lust and
desire. But he had been thinking of a woman doing it to him
and for him.
Then, someone slammed into his ass, it disrupted his
exercise of precision.
He felt lost. His thoughts wandered. I am a whore, less
than more, a bore, I store, my come in my keep. He realized
he was fading. To sleep, when he couldn't, he had made
limericks to himself, since he was a child. I'm a slut with
an ass in my butt, but that is south and I have a cock in
my mouth, so surely, I wish to sleep.
The tide, the tide.
He became dizzy. He was sucking on a cock with rings in it,
and being mashed in his ass, when quietly, he passed out,
the magentas of color sliding over his eyes.
John Phillips fell over.
He awoke by smelling salts. Glazed eyes rolled around. He
had dreamed long, strange and deep, deep down. He had
dreamed of Mistress Red, dressed in blue, sauntering over
to him, in their big bed that had a view of the Hawaiian
coast, needful. She had told him how much she loved him and
only wanted to make him happy. His cock was springing at
attention and She mounted him and kissed him and told him
how much She loved him and they made love and her pussy was
hot and moist and tight and she writhed upon him and...
He opened his eyes. Mistress Gray was leaning over him, her
oversized glass eyeball looking this way and that. The
dream shattered. He tried to scream, but his voice came
faint and croaking.
"This sissy is dying, Mistress Red," reported Mistress
Gray. "No food, no rest, and trauma."
Through the screened lenses of his eyes, joan sissy saw
Mistress Gray turn, her face angry. "I told you to feed the
gurl and let her rest. Her breast surgery was massive."
Mistress Red looked concerned. For once, meanness had left
her, and a trace of worry crossed her face. "She had four
days," She said defensively.
"What have you been feeding her, Angela," demanded Mistress
Gray, glaring at Mistress Red with her one eye. The glass
one rolled this way and that.
"Cum," Mistress Red said hesitantly, before becoming
defiant. "It's all she deserves!"
Mistress Gray rolled her eye. "A dead sissy is worse than a
useless sissy, Angela. And a useless sissy with as much
money as this one still has, better not be dying. Not yet,
anyways."
He was tired, so tired, so hungry. And still the corset
bit. Glazed eyes rolled back, and forth, lying there. He
felt a ping.
Mistress Gray glared, then said to someone outside of his
line of sight, "I want a double feed on this one. Glucose
and amubolital." Then Mistress Gray strode over and slapped
Mistress Red. "I am the doctor, do not kill my patients."
He laid there, watching as Mistress Reds cheek, the one
that wasn't slapped, turn red to equal the one that was.
Now Her fingers twitched. "It's not my fault! There is a
schedule to be kept!"
Mistress Gray, walking away, turned, glared. He saw her
glass eye roll over the place, but the grey one held
steady. "Think now, of chess. They are pawns, but we do not
let them fade. Think now, are you bishop, or horse, or
rook.
"I make sissies. I love too. You, Mistress Red, should
consider whether you play for the Queen, or against me."
"Fuck you, Ms Grey," Mistress Red said, trembling. "Just
fuck you."
Mistress Grey glared and turned, her oversized eyeball,
leather skirt, and strutted away. Click clack. Click clack.
The amubolital worked, and the ping he had felt, burned
bright on him. This is eating my muscle he thought,
briefly. But he was raging. Plug me. I want to perform. He
took the next plug easier, and slurridly read the script.
And the next but by Joansissy19-1000, he faded, again.
Falling.
"Wow!"
He fluttered open his eyes. Bunny was there before him,
dabbing off makeup. Mistress Satin and Mandy stood back a
little, worried looks on their eyes. The rest of the clan,
Nurse, Miss Purple, all of them, looked at him with
concern.
He felt embarrassed. I am sissy slut, meant to be used. He
found his mouth dry and stayed silent, glazedly watching.
Mistress Satin said, "We saw the filming."
Mandy declared, "It's much too much."
Miss Purple observed, "It's only correct. If the dumbshit
slut hadn't disobeyed..." she dragged off.
Mistress Satin turned, glared, at Miss Purple. And said
nothing.
Nurse said, "Does that mean we don't get to bang her
tonight?"
Mandy looked at Mistress Satin, there was connection
between them, clearly, but this was an issue.
Mistress Satin stood. "Issues..."
"It's been declared, no food for joan, except for cum and
water."
"She is hungry." Mistress Satin gazed around the room.
"Help her. Feed her."
There was a knock at the door. Nurse went to open it.
Mistress Grey strode in. The sissies parted and Mandy and
Mistress Satin stood back, exchanging glances. In her arms
was a deformed baby bottle. Instead of a nipple there was a
fat plastic cock. Instead of a bottle, there were two huge
clear plastic testicles. A milky white substance slathered
inside.
"I got this from the Cum Pit," Mistress Gray explained,
kneeling next to Joan. "I injected it with vitamins, mostly
C. It should serve."
Joan felt the tip of the plastic cock push into his mouth
as he laid there. Mistress Gray helped him suck it. She
began to thrust it in and out and each time, a little sissy
juice was fed to him.
"There there," Mistress Gray cooed, helping Joan bob back
and forth, suckling from the bottle. "Much too much. Much
too fast. So many changes left for you, sissybabyjoan. But
sissies have all day. Sissies have all year. Year after
year."
John groaned in pleasure, feeling the cum slide down his
throat. This is fortified cum, he thought, and almost
laughed, but he was too tired. He raised his made up eyes
and looked at Mistress Gray, and now, instead of sterile
madness, he saw concern. Not everybody hates me. In this
world, I have friends and mothers.
But Mistress Gray wasn't all kind. In the beginning she
gently thrust the cockbottle in to his mouth. Slowly, she
pulled it away and made Joan turn and follow it, for
another taste, another swallow. Nutrition.
Now Joan was weakly crawling to suck the cock. She would
get a suck and a taste, and Mistress Gray would step a few
paces back. "Come to your cum."
He did. Around and around the couch. Suck crawl, suck,
swallow, crawl.
"You need come, joan. You live on come. Joan. Beg me."
"Please Mistress Gray. Joanuseless loves come and only
come. Thank you, Mistress Gray for feeding me," he croaked
with feeling. I mean it. I want come and only come.
"Good gurl. That's your mantra, Joan. Say it when you
sleep. Good gurl."
Finally the cockbottle was empty, and Joan was full.
Mistress Gray stood up and went to Mandy, who was holding
Mistress Satins hand, mouth open in amazement. "My sissy
brought up a five gallon jug of come for joan. She scraped
it off the floor of the Cum Pit, so some of it is pretty
old, and skank, but I've fortified it with vitamins and
such." She laughed, short barking sounds. "Don't want her
getting scurvy. It's no fun yanking teeth from soft gums."
Mistress Gray handed Mandy the cockbottle. "Mandy, Ang---,
I mean Mistress Red pushed a bit too far today, and I
suspect she will again tomorrow."
"For how long," demanded Mistress Satin, looking over at
Joan. "For how long?"
Mistress Gray giggled softly. "My little spiders tell me
that this will go on until Joan's birthday party. Not
long."
"And then what?"
"Then she is mine to enhance, and yours to play with."
Mistress Gray playfully slapped Mistress Satin and strode
to the door, before turning. "By the way, Satin, you've
shaped up quite nicely."
The door closed behind her.
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