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Chapter 1 - Kidnapped I am now an old woman. It's about time that I write my story down. How I became the Queen of this lovely country. How I became who I am now. I know when finish this story; it will be put in the kingdoms archives, never to see the light of day. When people do read this story, they will think it's a fairy tale. I cannot help this; my job is to tell the truth. To let everyone know what happened and who I really am. The fact is that I was not always a Queen. Now I hear you saying that this is true. I have been a princess. But now I tell you this, I was not always a princess. I was once a boy. This is my story on how I became the royal Sissy. I was born in the poor part of the capital. At an age where most children had the latest play station and computer, my family was poor. I had no father and my mother worked so hard to make sure that we had enough to eat. Social Services were never happy, as they thought because we had old clothes or didn't have time to get our hair cut. But anyone who says my mother didn't love us is dead wrong. Her love for us was the reason we live. Our country was like the United Kingdom. They had a parliament and a monarchy. Some people hated the monarchy, and some people loved them. The country was divided. However the Queen had a daughter. This put a stop to all those that wanted to get rid of the monarchy. Amazing what a sweet little girl could do to save a monarchy. Even the Prime Minister knew that if he got rid of the monarchy then the country would fall into a civil war. So he did his best to make the monarchy as popular as possible. I was born into this world. Except I was born in one of the poor parts of society. But I didn't know any better so I was happy with my life. I loved my family. The only problem I had was that I was teased at school, because we were poor and of course I looked like a girl because I had long hair. Sometimes I even wore my older sisters old clothes. Everyone thought I was gay and a sissy. I do not think that I was a sissy. I was just me. I did play with my sisters toys, but we didn't have that many. That doesn't make me a sissy. I was just me. When I was 11, it happened. I just came home from school where I felt a huge pain in my back. I feel to the ground. My friend came and started shouting. He said that it looks like someone has shot me. I thought who would shoot me? I was just eleven years old and I never bothered anyone. My friend tried consoling me. I thought it would be better if he rang to get an ambulance. Looking back at it, he must have been in shock. I just remember the pain and thinking that I did nothing to get shot. I was so mad at everyone. But as the pain hurt my back so much, I thought that I shouldn't use my last minutes being angry at the world. I started consoling my friend. I don't remember what I said. My friends name was William. We were also best friends. He didn't care if I was a sissy or not. He always hung around with me. Once I remember that I had no lunch in school, he offered me half his lunch. Another time I was wearing my sister's tights because my socks were all old and dirty. Next day he came with a pair of his football socks. It was one of the best presents I ever had. He was my best friend. We loved each other. No, not in the gay way. We really didn't know what that was anyhow. Here I was, after being shot by someone that wanted to get rid of me. Maybe he wanted to shoot another person, but hit me. William kissed me deeply. Maybe he thought he would give me the kiss of life. He told me that he loved me and would really miss me. I heard an ambulance coming with two black cars. Who called the ambulance? As they were lifting me in the ambulance, I closed my eyes. Everything went slowly dark. I thought I was dead. The next thing I knew was that I was awake. I was lying in a huge bed with posts at the side and the pain was gone. I was tired though. I went to sleep again and after I woke, I was still in the same place. I looked up and seen that everything was white. It must have been all those hospital lights that were pointing at me. They were really blinding. However I could also see a bit of gold through the lights. Once again I felt so tired and weak. I looked under my bed sheet to see if I had my arms and legs. I was happy that I had them, but I was also shocked. I was wearing a nightdress. It was pink and white and had flowers are butterflies all over it. It was a girl's nighty. Then I looked at the bed sheets. They were also pink and fluffy. It was obvious that I was in a girl's bed. I was too weak to speak. I went back to sleep thinking I was wither dead or it was a dream. I woke up again. It must have been the next day. This time there were no lights or hospital things. I still was so tired that I could not speak. I looked around. It was obvious a girl's room I was in and I was in girl's clothes, but this girl was rich. She must have had about a hundred stuffed animals and she must have had every toy that a girl could ever want. Then this nurse came and lifted back the bed sheets. She said that it was time for me to get dry? What did she mean by this. I looked down and seen that I was wearing a diaper. What the....? Why was I wearing a diaper? Maybe it was because I was sleeping so much that I couldn't go the toilet. I must admit it was very embarrassing getting my diaper changed when I was 11 years old and wearing girls clothes. The Nurse kept on calling me princess, which made my heart pump fast. Still it was embarrassing. She must be blind that she couldn't see that I was a boy. Then she sat beside me and took this baby bottle and stuck it in my mouth. I was about to spit it out again, but she explained that I was too weak yet and I needed something to drink, so I wouldn't fade away. Now I was wearing a diaper, and drinking from a baby's bottle and wearing girls clothes in a girls room. William (my best friend) would never believe this. The milk didn't taste that bad. It was a bit thicker than the milk I used to drink at home. It was obviously something that rich people drank. It also made me sleepy and once again, I feel asleep. When I woke up, this man was sitting beside my bed. He was brushing my long hair back out of my eyes. I slowly woke up, and felt much better. I felt like jumping out of bed and going home. Even though the bed was the most comfortable bed that I ever slept in my life. I sat up and looked at the man that had a fine suit on and to be honest looked a bit snobby. "Welcome to the palace," he said. "The palace?" I asked. "Yes, the royal palace. You are now sitting in princess room. What I am about to tell you is a secret. I hope that you can keep secrets. Can you promise me that you will keep this secret, and never tell anyone?" "I promise I can keep a secret." "You have been kidnapped, but now you have a choice, you can go home or do your nation a service. Before you decide, let me tell you what we hope you will do. The country is in crises. Some people have kidnapped our princess. You can see that this could bring our country in a civil war if people find out that she is kidnapped. "We have noticed that you look exactly like the princess. What we are asking is that you will be the princess until we find her. When that is done, you and your mother will never have to worry about being poor again. Now, I know that you are a boy. But our intelligence shows that you like being a sissy, so this might be fun for you. "No one knows about this except your maids and the prime Minister. Not even the King and Queen know. We are afraid that they will go in panic and people will know that there is something wrong. "I understand it was wrong for us to kidnap you, but you can see that sometimes, national security is very important." This was a lot for me to take. I slid down under the pink covers to think about what it all meant. I was about to be a princess until the princess is found. I would have to fool everyone, including her own father and mother. I could go home, but then my family would be poor. If I did this for a short time, I could give my mother everything she wanted. I told the butler that I would do it. "That is great," he said with a smile. "There is just one more thing. We do not want people to see that you are a boy if you are outside and bend down and your panties show. So we going to make you wear diapers, so they cannot see the bulge in your panties. We will say that you have a bladder problem if they are unlucky enough to see your diaper." My heart fell. I agreed to be a princess, but not a baby one. But this was part of my new job and it was for the good of the country. But still, diapers? Chapter 2 - Now a Princess The next few days went to being trained as a princess. The Easiest part was wearing clothes. They were mostly frilly dresses, and I loved these. The princess had so many clothes, that I was so happy that I could now try them all on. I didn't like the diapers, but got used to them. They were big and I must admit comfortable. I could pee anywhere I wanted to and after a few days, I found myself doing it without even knowing it. I was slowly loosing control of my bladder. I was taught everything about being a princess, how to smile and shake hands and how to look cute. I was taught how to speak and even when to speak. I was taught how to neigh and when others should neigh and when others should neigh for me. They also bought a beautician that curled my hair that was already long to look a bit more like the kidnapped princesses hair. She has straight hair but it curls at the bottom. Now my hair looked the same. She also did my nails, so they didn't look so poor and were clean. I liked when she put the nail polish on. I looked in the mirror. I could no longer see that I was a boy. I was now a princess. It was time that I had to see my dad. The King. I put on a satin white dress with a pink ribbon around my waste. I also had the same colour ribbons in my hair. I thought that no 11 year old girl would wear such a petticoat and ribbons, but then again I was no ordinary girl. I was a princess. Or to some a royal sissy. I went into the sitting room where I met the King and the Queen. "I heard that you were sick the last few days," he said looking at me sternly. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes ... yes papa." "You should always treat adults with respect!" he said showing that he was a bit annoyed. "And what's this I hear, that your bladder had some infection so you have no control over it." "Yes papa." "So you have to wear diapers?" "Yes papa." "So now my girl that is supposed to inspire other girls across the country is wearing diapers like a baby... I will tell your staff to get rid of your bed and give you a crib and nursery, maybe this will help you control your bladder." "Please Papa, not a crib, it's not my fault. Please -" "You dare to speak against me! A crib it is. Get your bladder together." I ran out from the room and went up to my room. I didn't care how impolite this was. I didn't care that he was the King. I was doing him a favour. I was stopping a civil war. When I came up to my room, the staff was busy taking everything that an 11 year old would have and replacing it with a crib and changing table. I wasn't going to stay here. I ran out into the garden and hid in some bushes. I knew that my dress was torn and it was dirty. I didn't care anymore. The King, who is supposed to be my father, was so mean and the Queen didn't say a word. What a great mother she was. I just sat in the bushes bawling my eyes out. Then two men that looked like they were in that men in black movie came up and found me. The looked around and quickly led me in the palace again. I was set on the changing table and my diaper was changed, and a nightgown was put on me. Not a word was said. I was afraid someone would spank something or me. But the nanny and the other staff were just quiet. This was a punishment in itself. I felt like screaming or them screaming at me. The butler came in and didn't say a word. He lifted the sides of the oversized crib I was in and gave me a pacifier. I just held the pacifier and thought this was not what I agreed to. I agreed to be a princess, but I never agreed to be a baby one. Before he left he smiled at me, "You did a good job, the King believes that you are his daughter. If he does everyone will. I know you are disappointed that he got mad at you and is making sleep in that crib, but you have convinced him that you are his daughter. Good job. Good night princess, and tomorrow you will get a new nanny" I bet even the kidnapped princess had a real bed to sleep in. I cried and cried, thinking what I got myself into. I put the dummy in my mouth to keep me from shouting at the top of my lounges. I fell asleep. No longer a royal sissy, but a royal baby sissy. The next morning was woken up. As I opened my eyes, I thought I was dead. It was my mum looking down at me. "Hi princess," she said. "Mum, it's you!" "Do not call me Mum here. I am so happy to see you again. I thought you were dead. They wouldn't tell me what hospital what you were in. Then they told me the truth and I must admit you do look like a girl. You look so pretty and I am happy and so proud of what you are doing." "Thanks." "When I am here, do not tell anyone that I am your mother. Only a few people know. We cannot let too many people really know who you are. It's not just for the princess' sake, its also for your sake. Remember how big of a temper the King has. That's why you have to sleep in a crib." "I know. I understand all this. I may be blonde, but I am not stupid." "Ok, let us get you dressed for today. You are visiting a retirement home. You will be wearing a denim skirt and a blouse as well as your diaper." "What if people see my diaper? "You have to be careful." I got my skirt and blouse on as well as the diaper. The Shirt went to my knees, and I was denim, so it wouldn't fly up and show the whole world that I was a baby. I was happy about this and when I looked in the mirror no one could see that I was a boy. I looked like the princess. I was the princess now. The Limo came and I climbed in it. I was never in a limo before and I can tell you that it is an experience that you have to try. If you're thirsty, there is a drink and if you are hungry there are some chocolates. If you were driving far, then there was a play station and DVD. A thought came to my mind that I wished the princess would never be found. I could get used to this life of pretty clothes. I even liked the diapers. I don't know why, but I liked them. As long as others didn't see them, and teased by saying I was a baby. At any case if they did see them, they wouldn't see what was below them, which would be far more embarrassing I assured myself. We arrived at the retirement home. I got out but was nearly blinded by all the lights. There were so many that was taking picture. Honest what's the big deal; I just got out of the car. But I suppose it was weeks since they seen the princess, so this was a big event. I smiled at them and waved as I was taught. Then I saw this little girl about 4 years old that had flowers in my hand. I obviously made a mistake because I walked towards the girl and said Hi to her. I could see that she was extremely happy and gave me the flowers. While I was doing this, the security was in a panic. They thought I was too close to the people. I didn't mind them; it was fun after all these weeks with adult servants and the grumpy king and silent queen. After the fuss outside, I listened to the security guards and went in the retirement home. There must have been a hundred people that wanted to shake my hand or kiss me on the cheek. After speaking with the old people, this old man asked me to sit on his lap. One of the security guards said it was OK, and that it would be a good picture in the newspaper. Little did he know this would be a national embarrassment. I sat on his lap, and while I sat, the denim skirt rose up and then I could see a lot of pictures being taken. Everything happened so fast, that I was rushed out of the home by the security guards. Needless to say, I was embarrassed. I didn't know what was happening. Our drive back to the palace was quiet. I thought the visit went quite well. I smiled and I shook hands. I was the charming princess. But then Mom came into me and looked a bit disappointed with me and said that I was on the front page. I smiled until I seen it. ---------------- PRINCESS WEARS DIAPERS AFTER SICKNESS---- Tears came to my eyes as I seen this. There was a picture of me on the old mans lap. Everyone in the country could see the diaper. Now everyone thought that I was a baby. I could never show myself in public again. Chapter 3 - Now a Princess forever There were whispers around the palace. Everyone knew that I wore diapers. At least they did not know that I was really a boy. Even though I no longer felt like a boy. I felt like a girl. Not because my hair was now longer but I felt like a girl. It was not just because the pretty clothes and the dresses and tights and nice shoes. It was because I felt more like me with these on. It was not just because of all the dolls I had and the other toys. It was because I loved playing with them. What would happen when the real princess returned would my mother raise me as a girl or did I have to go back being a boy? This saddened me. I didn't want to be a girl, because I already knew that deep down inside me that I was a girl. And now everyone in the nation knew that I wore diapers. This made me blush. But to tell you the truth I got used to them. I liked the special attention that Mom gave me when she was changing me. It was like we were so close during these changes. I know that is so hard to explain. Someone at my age that was happy to wear diapers. Of course, I didn't like the idea that everyone now knew that I wore diapers. How would I ever go out again? I hid myself in my room after my secret (part of my secret) was revealed to the whole nation. When I turned on the TV, I saw some smart people trying to discuss why I needed diapers. Some thought that I became incontinent after the sickness the palace said I had. Others say that I was spoiled and was never potty trained. On some programs they made fun out of me, saying that I probably slept in a crib. If they only knew. I hid in my room, only going down to eat with the King and Queen. She said nothing and did not even look at me, neither did the King. He was obviously disappointed with me and said that I bought shame on the royal family. This was hard because after every mealtime I rushed up to my room and cried and cried, I was so unhappy. It wasn't my fault. After a few days the Prime Minister came into my room. "It was a shame that the newspaper took pictures of your diaper," he said. "I know." "You should have been more careful." "I tried to be." "The staff here at the castle has tried to dampen this, but it is hard to. We have not achieved anything and the King is quite mad at the whole incident." "I noticed." "Its not your fault. You are still doing a great service for the country. Look on the bright side, if you had panties on, they would have seen your boys thing and that would be far worse." "I suppose." "Keep your head high. You have to realize that a princess is always in public eyes and everything you do and say will be in the media. You have a big responsibility and it is hard. You have to be someone else and you have to be a sissy in order to do it. You should know that I respect you fully for what you are doing." "I will try to support you as fully as possible. I am on my way to hold a press conference to get this under control" "Are you, thanks?" And with that the Prime Minister left. I looked out the window and thought for a few minutes. Then I called my mother in and told her to find my best petticoat dress. The white and yellow one with the ribbons and lace. She quickly put this on, and then tights and Mary Jane shoes. I said thanks, and said I was going for a walk. I rushed down some hallways that no one ever used. My security guards tried to follow me, but the palace is like a maze, so it was no problem loosing them. Finally I came to the pressroom. I peaked through the door and seen that the Prime Minister was sweating. The Press obviously did not accept his excuses. I rushed into the room and walked up to the journalists. The Prime Minister was in shock as I stood there. He wanted me to leave I can see by his face. But this was my problem, and I would take care of it. The Press was so quiet that you could hear a needle falling. Then I opened my mouth, and you could see that cameras were zooming in and microphones were nearly pushed in my face. "You have all seen the picture in the newspapers, " I started, " first I would say shame to the media for showing this picture. It is impolite and rude. It is a private problem that I have. I am lucky that the majesty loves me and lets the doctors and others try to find out why I have this problem. You all know that I was very sick and this problem I have is something I have to live with. It was deeply embarrassing to me and I cried when I heard that I had to wear diapers. It made me feel like a baby. But I tried to be brave and trust that the doctors could make me better again. I visited the retirement home because these people have worked so hard for our country and sometimes they find the routine in the home boring. I wanted to show my support for them and thanking them for what they have contributed to our country. This should have been the headline. A tribute to them that has helped build the country we live in. But now the secret is out. You all know that I wear diapers at the moment. Think that there has to be a press conference about this. This is a little thing. A lot of children wet their beds. A lot of children have problems with their bladder. Why don't you write about them or how they get bullied? I don't want the country feeling sorry for me or thinking this is a national disgrace. I think that children that have cancer or other serious sickness should get our sympathy and attention. My health does not need prayers and media attention. The Child that is dying because of cancer or has just lost a leg because he was hit by a drunken driver needs prayers and media attention" I turned around and seen the King. He obviously rushed when he heard that I was in the pressroom. He thought I was going to make a fool of myself. I walked towards him, and for the next few minutes that seemed like a lifetime we looked at each other. Finally he hugged me and told me how sorry he was and that he was proud of me. I cried once again, but this time it was not because the king was mean, but I was happy. The next day I sat in my room reading the newspaper. It showed a picture of me in the pressroom. I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked like a girl. I even stood like a girl. The newspapers wrote that my heart went out to children that were sick or dying. The media said they thought I was wise for my age and that the media should concentrate more on the people that were forgotten in the picture. In some newspapers there was a picture of the King and me hugging. We really looked like father and daughter. I was so happy once again. I felt like I did something good. Then the Prime Minister came into my room, and said, "I have bad news. The princess has returned. However she was murdered and we cannot let the people know this. The King knows the whole story now. He wishes to speak with you." Chapter 4 - Now a Real Princess forever I was saddened and my heart went out to the dead princess. Imagine what she went through with the kidnappers. Imagine the death she had. Now I had to see the king who really knew who I was. I was not his real daughter. I was an imposter. I was not even a girl. I was a royal sissy. I was afraid that he would behead me for lying to him, pretending that I was his own daughter. When I came to the King, I was surprised that he was not dressed in black. He told me to sit on a chair and not to say a word. This could not be good. But looking back, he knew I had a big mouth and this would be the only way that he could finish a sentence. "My daughter is dead. This is a major disaster for the country and could mean the end of the monarchy. The prime Minister told me how you pretended to be my daughter. You even fooled me. When I heard this first, I was mad that I have been deceived. But the Prime Minister and you did what was best for the country. I am so proud of you, and since you came here, I can see you have the same looks and personality as my daughter. I am grateful for what you have done." I looked at the King, and my mouth started to open. But the King raised his finger. "You were asked to be the princess until my daughter returned. She is no longer here, but in Heaven. This means I will ask you something else. I will now ask you not to pretend to be a princess, but be a princess. Before you answer, I will explain what this means. You will be a princess. We have someone secret here in the palace that will make you into a girl. You will no longer be a boy. When you are a girl and even look like a girl, you will be my daughter and one day is the Queen. What is your answer?" I thought and then said, "Your Majesty, I feel like a girl and I want to serve my country so my answer is yes." "Do you feel like a girl, or are you just a sissy?" "I am a girl." "Then it's about time you look like a girl." With that I was led to a secret place in the dungeons of the castle. In a dark room, a man with the longest beard I ever seen stood there and said he was Merlin. I started to laugh. We all read about Merlin, so this could not be him. He looked at me and told me that he is a descendent of Merlin. But he had far more knowledge and was much better! Then he told me to take of my clothes. "A girl on the outside. A girl on the inside. But a body of a boy," he said. He told me that he would give me a drink. That I will now be transformed into a girl. I was never to tell anyone what this drink is, how it tasted or what colour it was. I will keep this promise now. But I can say it didn't taste good, and the colour was strange and a colour I never seen before. I drank it. I felt like I was going to vomit but managed to swallow it. Then a green radiation like light glowed from my body. First I felt like I was burning. I feel pains throughout my body, as if there were snakes crawling through my body. I fell to my knees. It hurt so much and it felt like I was being kicked in the chest, throat and my privates. I thought that this whole thing was a trick. I was really being executed. Everything went black. Chapter 5 - Now it's my turn I woke up later in my bed. The pain was gone and I just felt a bit tired. I looked below the sheets and I had some breasts. Wow. I was surprised to see these, even though they were not that big. I looked a bit further down and seen I was wearing panties. I was shocked once again, there was no diaper. Then I lifted the panties up and then I nearly died. My boy's thing was gone. It disappeared. Instead there was a girl's slit. My slit. I was no longer a sissy. I was a girl. Mom came in and explained that I was now a girl. I didn't need diapers or baby things anymore, as I had nothing to hide. She felt sorry for the pain that I had to go through. I said that it was well worth it. Later I said that I wanted to visit our new neighbourhood. It would show the royal support for the poorer areas in town. My new dad The King thought that this was a great ideal. We went to the local area where I lived. It was great; all the Children I once knew were there. Some of them used to hit me and tease me. Others I played with. Now they were all cheering at me and trying to give me flowers. I saw my old friend William. He went up to him and could feel my heart bumping. I really missed him. The last time I seen him was when I was shot. I spoke to him a lot and then gave him a hug. I felt like kissing him, but knew that this would be in the newspapers the day after. When I hugged him, I heard some shots. I looked around, the security guards was on the ground. There was a pool of blood around them. Then some men in black masks told everyone to hit the ground. No way was I going to dirty my pretty dress over this. While everyone hit the ground, I stood up. I figured that they were after me, and would kill me. I would not put others in danger. If they wanted to kill me, then they now had a clear shot. One of the men came over to me and lifted me across his shoulder. I looked around and tried to see if William was OK. I couldn't see him. Where was he? I was more worried about him than I was about myself In the car, I was blindfolded. I couldn't see but I could hear. I heard them arguing that they really did kill the princess. Maybe the princess was not dead, but the Royal doctors saved her. The fact that this was the second time they kidnapped the same princess confused them. We came to their hide out, and I was thrown into a dark room. They told me that they wanted some of their friends released from jail and they wanted the King to abdicate. I said that would never happen and then they laughed and said this time they would shoot me in my pretty face, so that I would really be dead. They left the dark room and I sat there shaking. I wondered what the princess' last moments were like when I heard she died. Now I would find out. I feel asleep crying. I knew that there was nothing I could do. I didn't sleep for long because I heard the top window break. I was o frightened. I thought it was a bomb or someone shooting. I was about to scream but then I heard a familiar voice say to be quiet and not wake the terrorists up. I looked up and it was William. He took my hand and I know I didn't weigh that much, but it was hard climbing that wet wall. Now my dress certainly was dirty. We struggled as I held his hand trying to climb. I was afraid I would fall and then they would come in and shoot me. Finally I had my head out the small window. And after some struggle I managed to come out. "William. You saved me," I proclaimed. "How do you know my name?" "Long story I will tell you later. How did you save me?" "Well, when they kidnapped you I suck to the back of the car with my skateboard and hung on to the care for my life. It was not that easy. Before I lifted you out, I called the police and told them that you are free and where the terrorists are." The Police and military came. Needless to say while William and I hid in the bushes, there was a lot of gunfire. At the end the terrorists were killed and I was sent back to the castle. Chapter 6 - And I lived happy I was kidnapped, and the King was happy that I was saved and that the terrorists that killed his real daughter were now dead. William was rewarded by being my companion at the castle. I told him the whole story and as you know, I married him when he was older. I was now a princess; everyone thought I was brave and wise. When I became Queen, I was loved and tried to help my country as well as I could. But that is another story. This means I was not always a princess. Now you know the truth. You do not have to believe it, but why would I admit it. I believe in truth, and want to die with the truth being known. You deserve the truth. If you have any comments, feed back or suggestions to new stories, you can send me an e-mail at [email protected]. I hope that you enjoyed it.

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My phone buzzed at 4:07am. I roused myself from sleep to look at the text message because somebody only sends you a message that early in the morning when it's important. I was right. That text message would be the start of a life-changing series of events. It simply read "Good morning, sissy slut." It was followed up by a picture of me, on my knees, wearing a bra, panties and stockings while sucking on a very hard cock. A second picture followed showing my open mouth, filled...

1 year ago
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Milking Sissy

The bondage wasn't necessary. The straps are there really as more of a ritual and now something I took comfort in due to its familiarity. My make up wasn't necessary either. Well, not really. But I no longer face the day without having at least some lipstick on. Thanks to what my Master had tattooed, I usually don't need much more than that. When it's time for my milking however, I like to make sure I'm as pretty as I can be. Especially if my Master decides to make use of me while...

3 years ago
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I Now Own You Sissy

It had all started with a routine visit to his Doc for a simple prostate exam. After he'd given away his submissive tendencies by pushing back against her finger, she'd given him a good hard anal fingering and then he'd revealed the true depths of submissive tendencies, to Dr Megan Sutton, or Miss Megan as he'd begin to know her. "Then a week before the next visit you'll not be allowed to cum, if you do, you'll be punished very firmly. I'll be measuring you cum output and will know if you...

1 year ago
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Classroom Sissy

Classroom Sissy By Cassandra Morgan I did it! I got in! Me! Geeky Brad Hollins. I'm one of the 10! I'm finally accepted! I'm finally one of the chosen few! I never thought I had a chance. After all, more than 200 students apply for the 10 every year, and 190 of them go away disappointed. Only the finest minds at Calvin Coolidge Community College (CCCC) get a Golden Ticket. And I'm Willie Wonka! Whee! You've heard of the 10, haven't you? It's a secret honor society at CCCC,...

3 years ago
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A Submissive Sissy

A Submissive SissyMy sissy slave husband, Princess, was in the process of paying his usual obeisance to my feet on a recent morning. It's always good to see Princess applying his tongue to my high heels and on this particular morning he was working extra hard to please me since he was about to beg me to not take him to the beauty parlor. He knew that it was unlikely that I would relent, nevertheless, the outings I arrange are so excruciatingly humiliating for the poor dear that he is ever...

2 years ago
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Saturday Morning Sissy

Saturday Morning SissyI woke late on Saturday morning and immediately knew that something waswrong. Sure, I'd been out drinking Friday night, so the hangover wasn'tunexpected. But I was surprised to wake and find that there was aleather band snapped tightly around my balls and that this was tetheredsecurely to the foot of my bed with a short chain.Further exploration revealed that my entire body had been shaved and mynipples had been marked with some type of semi-permanent red dye. Ifthat...

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Saturday Morning Sissy

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...

2 years ago
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Revenge of The Sissy

Revenge of The SissyA big fat dirty pig dad abuses his sissy too much. I come home from work in my uniform from the garbage company, work shoes, and Hat. I head towards my recliner. I say you fucking sissy get over here. Get me a beer. Where's my remote? Where's my god damn dinner?I take my belt off and set it beside my recliner. I take my pants and uniform top off. I take my cigars out of my shirt pocket and set them beside me. I hang my pants and shirt over the back of my recliner. I set my...

3 years ago
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I Sissy

I, Sissy By Cassandra Morgan The late-night glow of the computer screen was the only sign of life in the house. Molly had long since gone to bed, alone. It was 3 a.m. Casey Matthews knew he should get to sleep. But he wanted to read one more fiction, get to one more situation, feel the stirrings from one more author. This was story time for Casey. His hand dropped and rubbed himself, just for a minute. He wasn't going to masturbate, not with Molly in the next room. But shifting...

3 years ago
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The Farm School Sissy

INTRO (Skip this bit and get on with the story if you want) Like most of my writing projects this is unfinished. I seem to always get obsessed with small details to the detriment of ever finishing the work. Feel free to take over this story yourself and make it what you will. This particular story is set in a world perhaps just slightly off centre to our own. The location is a boy's only orphan farm school run mostly by strong and independent women. The world has changed in so much...

2 years ago
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Becoming a Sissy

Previously published, but in separate parts, this one is the whole story start to finish.This is the story about how I went from being an inadequate husband to being a porn addicted goon and finally in the past year fulfilling my sissy ambition to worship a big cock and balls. They belong to my best friend Tom who I have known for 20 years. It was a journey that took a few years but if I had been brave enough when I was younger would have taken no time at all and spared me lots of humiliation...

3 years ago
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What is a Sissy

I am often asked what makes a sissy. In my experience you cannot make a sissy. A sissy is born that way, it is like saying how do you make a homosexual or a lesbian, I truly believe that sissy is a form of sexuality. Over the past 20 years I have met many "sissys", they have run the full gauntlet from those who think wearing pink frilly panties makes them a sissy to those whose whole existence is consumed by thoughts and actions of sissyfiaction. In the latter group many are middle aged men...

1 year ago
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I would be the Young Sissy

My 21st birthday...my first day as a man, as a true lord of the Manor...myfirst day as a Master. I was so nervous I threw up my lunch. Not verymanly, I know, but just the thought of having my very own sissy to playwith had me teetering between the giddy excitement of a k** right about toopen the biggest present under the tree, and the stark terror of officiallybeing a man in my step-father's eyes...how could I measure up to him? Ifelt destined to disappoint him...and I didn't even know why I...

2 years ago
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I Want To Be A Sissy

He Wanted To Be A Sissy The Lincoln town car drove slowly up the long driveway and halted at the entrance to the two-story building. It was late morning on a warm sunny day. The chauffeur jumped out and opened the rear passenger door. A lady dressed elegantly in a mauve skirt, white blouse and matching jacket swung her feet out and stood up. She looked at the other person in the car. "Well we're here now. Seems like a beautiful place. So step out carefully." The other person...

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My sisters their friends and me their sissy

Part One My oldest sister Vickie, was 18 when my mom died. My middle sister Michelle, was 14 and my youngest sister Joy, was 11. I, Mark was the baby of the family at 7 and had been the only male in the house since father had passed away when I was 2. He left us well off and with his money well invested we lived very nicely indeed. We had a private tutor/governess, Ms Wells, a young lady of some thirty or so I suppose. A live-in housekeeper Ms Dee Dee, a French exchange student...

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Young Sissy

Young Sissybysmittysimon©Author's Note: This is a follow up to The Young Master series. You can start here if you aren't interested in Belle's misadventures as spoiled young man turned out by his own sissy slave and eventually enslaved by his step-father, but it does introduce a lot of characters you'll read about in this series.I don't know how long I was under days, weeks who knows, maybe even months. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut into by cold scalpels and stuck...

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Rules for sissy

General Behavior Sissy is expected to always obey these rules. * Sissy will never masturbate or in anyway contribute to her having an orgasm without Mistress' permission. * Sissy will report immediately any orgasm that occurs without permission. * Sissy will accept whatever punishment Mistress decides appropriate. (Punishment for orgasms out of chastity will be more severe than for those within the cage). * Sissy will not put any part of her Mistress' sissy in jeopardy of ...

2 years ago
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Raised a Sissy

Raised a Sissy Alessandra Durante I've been a sissy my whole life. I didn't know that when I was child, but that what I was raised and reared to be. I never had a choice in the matter. I was born into a wealthy family, but I never knew the privileges of wealth. My mother was a strong willed woman who ran our countryside home like a queen. My sissy father was her faithful and humble servant. My father doted on her and obeyed her every command as if he had no choice. My...

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Curiosity Spanked the Sissy

You had driven all night to get to where you were and as you look at the house you wonder why? You just cannot understand why you are outside the house of Mistress Penny. Is it curiosity you wonder, certainly she is a completely different Mistress from your own goddess, Mistress Michele. She is the Mistress to your good friend on Fetlife, Sissy Davina but the only thing you know about her is how she has been described by Davina. You know she is curvy Mistress unlike Mistress Michele, is...

2 years ago
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Tweak Chapter Three Birth of a Sissy

Melissa's mentoring of Simonne continues at an ever-increasing pace. He quickly learns that submitting to Melissa's demands may be the only way of convincing his girlfriend to submit to his. Operation Linda begins in earnest. Author's note: Although I'm posting this in serial form, I assure you, dear reader, this humble offering consisting of eight chapters, is complete. "Tweak" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2010 All Rights Reserved Chapter Three - Birth of a...

3 years ago
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Beth and Sissy

Beth and Sissy Copyright CassandraToday 2016 Beth stood up and walked from the bed to the far side of the room, over to the ... what is it? thought Sissy; it looks like a St Andrew's Cross lying on its back, with supports underneath to hold it at tabletop height. Beth turned, smiled at Sissy, and crooked her finger in an unmistakeable "come here" gesture. So enthusiastic at first, Sissy was now hesitant, as it sank in that this would be reality, not fantasy. She rose and started...

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The Making of a Sissy

She had known from a very early age that she was not like the other boys; her mother had passed her on to her strict aunt Jane at a very early age, and she had never known her father.  Jane’s strict regime of making the boy dress in girls clothes at all times when at home only furthered the yearning to be a girl which was already firmly within the soon to be a sissy’s mind.  Jane’s girls took special delight in dressing their sissy brother and loved to take him out to the mall and such places,...

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Andrew the Unsuspecting Sissy

ANDREW'S INTRODUCTION Audrey was alone in her study. Up on the 60 inch, big screen was a security camera that flashed from locations all across the manor. Audrey locked in location six and location eleven. She then pressed a button and stood up and removed her blood red silk blouse and unclasped her long black tweed skirt and lowered the zipper and watched as the skirt puddled at her feet. Carelessly she stepped away and adjusted her hose and garter belt. She was braless and wore no...

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Sunday Night Football Sissy

Sunday Night Football Sissy It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our Sundays. Especially if you're a sissy slut like me. I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while...

2 years ago
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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP Chapter Three Daisy Begins Her New Life as a Sissy

Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP, Chapter Three Daisy Begins Her New Life as a Sissy Maid She took and held three enema bags before I allowed her to get out of the tub and she was emotionally, sexually, mentally, and physically broken. Not permanently, that takes years to accomplish, but she had given up and began the process of accepting that she was powerless and too weak to resist me. To keep her in the right frame of mind, I grabbed her by her hair and walked her...

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A Happy Sissy

A Happy Sissy Kathleen didn't iron. Janelle wouldn't work past noon. Hannah wanted too much money. Damn, good help was hard to find. Monica, my wife, sat on the bed with the newspaper ads spread around her. She was looking for a maid. The way she tells it, Sharon had been a domestic with her family for a thousand years. As Monica grew up, Sharon was always there to advise her, to steer her toward decency, to make sure she knew that hard work was the key to good results....

2 years ago
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The Blushing Sissy

The Blushing Sissy by StateRowdy [email protected] ? She'd been teasing me all week, much, much more than usual. And, now I could hear her talking to me from her bathroom tub, which by the way, used to be our bathroom. Me, I was busy ironing her long and elegant pinstriped wool gabardine black skirt with the flounced hem and her very sheer ruffled black silk halter. Ironing is perhaps one of the hardest chores I have to do. Everything had to be just so, or it was over her knee, panties down...

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Degraded Sissy

fondamaid asked: Hi. Sorry it's been a while. I haven't dressed and I felt a little odd sending you a note while in men's clothing. Today I'm dresses, corseted, and locked up. I'm just not sure how long I'll keep myself locked up. I did finally get baby oil to use though and the cage is more comfortable because of it. I thought lube would work fine, but I was wrong. Now I'm all sissied up and wondering what I should do. Part of me thinks I should practice pleasing real men.I hope that, when you...

2 years ago
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How to Build a Better Sissy

How to Build a Better Sissy Or My Evolution by: Missy Satinpanties I was a small, skinny child, with a rather normal family. My father worked for the electric company as an auditor, and my mother ran a yoga studio in the converted garage of our home. When I was young, this was where I played, watching women contort themselves into the various yoga poses. I was about 6 when I asked my mother...

3 years ago
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Checkerboard Sissy

Checkerboard Sissy By Cassandra Morgan A guy never wants to meet his girlfriend's parents for the first time. There are always years to negotiate, and beliefs, and backgrounds. As nice as the parents may be, there are always judgments to make, and old boyfriends and girlfriends to reference, and finances to be probed. It is natural to be suspicious of someone who loves your child. For Keisha and I, this was more challenging than for most couples. As an interracial couple, Keisha...

4 years ago
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Trucker Daddy Gets A Sissy

It could easily be the lowest point in Denny life, sitting in an old Ford Escort that wouldn't start, the temperature outside well below freezing and him not having the cash for a hotel or to have the car fixed. He had no idea what to do next. Completely out of ideas, he had been sitting in for hours watching the normal people with money coming in and out of the Flying J Truckstop. He almost jumped out of his skin when someone knocked on the window. Denny cautiously rolled the...

2 years ago
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Saturday Night Sissy

SATURDAY NIGHT SISSY by Throne I spend all week, every week, dreading Saturday. My wife Alana met Dutch several months ago. I knew my bride had a past as a party girl, and that she still flirted with men. Male eyes always went to her, a tall girl with a stunning figure -- big bust, tapering waist, flaring hips, full thighs and, most of all, a plus-size bottom that sticks way out and moves like it's on springs. Dutch was the kind of guy she used to date -- big, rough, uncouth. The...

3 years ago
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The Blushing Sissy

Story writing contest 10 [email protected] She'd been teasing me all week, much, much more than usual. And, now I could hear her talking to me from her bathroom tub, which by the way, used to be our bathroom. Me, I was busy ironing her long and elegant pinstriped wool gabardine black skirt with the flounced hem and her very sheer ruffled black silk halter. Ironing is perhaps one of the hardest chores I have to do. Everything had to be just so, or it was over her knee, panties...

3 years ago
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Home Alone Sissy

What is it they say, "It all began like any normal day." Well since I was wearing a sissy maids uniform it was not going to be a normal day! I had on black patent leather Mary Jane shoes, with four inch heels. I love higher because it forces me to walk more daintily but I had a full list of chores and would be on my feet all day, so practical is better. My legs are encased in shear black stockings, of course they have to be stockings, tights just do not do it for me. They have a...

4 years ago
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Be a Sissy

forced to be a Sissy IThe young man stood facing a very large woman sitting in an upholsteredarmchair. There was no other way to describe her. She was fat, perhaps,pushing 300 pounds he thought. The way she was staring at his punyframe suggested that maybe he was going to be her next meal. She wasn'tsaying anything as she visually appraised him for the first time...Jacob had been brought to this woman by his step-grandmother earlierthat morning. He had been given over to his step-grandmother by...

3 years ago
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Sissy On Sissy

SISSY ON SISSY by Throne Bob stood there feeling beyond foolish. His body had been denuded of hair and his skin, after weeks of using an imported emollient, was satiny. All he had on was a pair of bikini-cut panties and a training bra. He was wearing the latter because his wife, Tessa, had taken him to a specialist two weeks before and gotten him a lovely set of breasts. They were small implants and his nipples rode high on their feminine curvature. It didn't provide any modesty...

2 years ago
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Mrs Grant and her new Sissy

New Little Sissy"I'm done planting the flowers Mrs. Grant," I said."Justin honey, I swear I have no idea why you keep coming over to dochores around here.""I am rich you know just like your Mother, I do have a gardener.""There's no need for you to do these things.""Not that I mind paying you, but you certainly can't need the moneyeither.""I just like coming over here Mrs. Grant."She appraised him slowly now, was this a little slip, or was she justimagining things? Was he actually saying he was...

3 years ago
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New Little Sissy

"I'm done planting the flowers Mrs. Grant," I said."Justin honey, I swear I have no idea why you keep coming over to dochores around here.""I am rich you know just like your Mother, I do have a gardener.""There's no need for you to do these things.""Not that I mind paying you, but you certainly can't need the moneyeither.""I just like coming over here Mrs. Grant."She appraised him slowly now, was this a little slip, or was she justimagining things? Was he actually saying he was attracted to...

2 years ago
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Its Hard For This Sissy

IT'S HARD FOR THIS SISSY by Throne Pete had just gotten home from work and he immediately noticed a look of mischief in his wife Andi's pale blue eyes. He seen that all too often in the past. She must have spotted the concern on his face because she wanted to know, "Is something the matter, Petey?" She was calling him by the diminutive of his name. The switch from Pete to Petey was another bad sign. "It's just..." he extemporized, "that you seem... distracted." "Well,...

4 years ago
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stepson becomes moms sissy

Mark Peters let out a low moan that couldn’t be heard above the organ as it played "Here Comes the Bride." Although every other head in the church turned to glimpse the tall, dark-haired beauty imperiously making her way down the aisle, Mark kept his eyes fixed on his feet. Had anyone been paying attention, they would have seen a small tear escape Mark’s eye.It seemed like only yesterday that Mark’s mother and father had split up. Mark’s dad, Mark Senior, was a partner in one of the city’s...

1 year ago
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My Sisters Sissy

My Sister's Sissy By: Missy Satinpanties Note: This isn't one of my usual stories of sexual degradation, but what I think of as "my autobiography that should-have-been." The make- up of my family is the same as it was, my sister's names are the same, but that's about it. This is how I wish things would have gone when my little secret got "out of the bag." I guess I've always been a sissy. I remember playing dress-up with my sister when I was very young, and can vividly remember...

3 years ago
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A Nasty Daddy gets a Naughty Sissy

I came out of the bedroom dressed in my too-short pantyshowing Pink Shorty dress, pretty anklets, black MJ's, pink panties, red lipsticked lips and with my cute cuff and collar set on, awaiting Daddy's padlock, which would begin the playtime for real. This Daddy I had run across on a website was one who loved forcing sissies to literally mess their panties while they were in bondage so he could then go on to the diapering and teasing them for being such bad baby girlie sissies. Me,...

3 years ago
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Sissy Stepson 10 Stepmothers Sissy

Part 10 - Stepmother's Sissy Mrs. Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an open toed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs. Monet forced the shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to harden within the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know your balls ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised to hump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stick got hard enough for the just the tip...

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What does it mean to be a sissy

Sissies are a distinct breed of transvestites. A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femininity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are...

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What does it mean to be a sissy

Sissies are a distinct breed of transvestites. A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femininity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are...

2 years ago
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What does it mean to be a sissy

Sissies are a distinct breed of transvestites. A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femininity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy.Sissies are...

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Ken Sissy

Ken sat there, staring blankly at the movie screen, showing a big black cockplowing into a white beauty. His wife was far from a beauty, as she was now inher early fifties and had put on a few too many pounds for his taste.... butevidently it didn't seem to have bothered the two black men.Ken looked over his shoulder at the entrance to the adult theater, hoping thathis wife would be walking back in, but he knew better. It had all happened sofast, that he tried to remember how he ended up...

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Mistress Sabines Sissy

My phone vibrated softly signaling a text. I almost didn't look at it. I was at a meeting of the board of the corporation I work for, trying to steel my nerves for a presentation I was scheduled to make. This was my first time and instead of running through my presentation in my head I was focused on what I was wearing under my suit.I glanced at the phone."Someone in the room knows exactly what you're wearing..."It was from Mistress Sabine, a woman I'd only met a few weeks ago. She was also the...

1 year ago
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Miss Lindas sissy

My finger was shaking bad as I went to push the doorbell. Miss Linda had told me how my slave training was going to change. She told me she was going to turn me into her sissy slave. Oh My God! What was I doing here? Why did I even come back here? I was afraid of what my heart said in response. The truth was, I really wanted to be a sissy. Even the thought of the intense humiliations that were to follow excited me. I rang the doorbell and felt my doom consume me. Ms. Linda answered the door...

2 years ago
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The Misadventures of the Worlds Worst Sissy

The Misadventures of the World's Worst Sissy By Cassandra Morgan This stuff isn't easy, okay? The world that looks down upon us think that it is. They think that any wimp can be a sissy, that even the frailest of us can scrape and bow and curtsy. They think that anyone can cook or clean are do the so-called mindless tasks that the rest of us are assigned. They think this is a soft life for soft people. They think we are so concerned with being pretty and smelling pretty that...

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First time Sissy

I was born a "boy" but it was mother nature mistake as I am very petite, 5'2" 110LBS. with a sexy round ass and dick sucking lips. For this site purpose I will start at 18 my journey as a sissy cum loving size queen SLUT. In my senior year with a couple of months to go before graduation I turned "legal age" but was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination but cannot talk about it because of "rules". I had become a "male cheerleader" but was finer than some of the bitches there and had the...

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Im Not A Sissy

I'M NOT A SISSY by Throne My name is Joe and not Jodie. I'm an adult and not a kid. And I'm a man and not a simpering sissy. I keep telling myself that. But my wife Arianna thinks differently. I mean, ever since we got married two years ago she had been running my life more and more. Talking down to me. Turning me into her sex slave in the bedroom, demanding oral attentions and giving almost nothing in return. She mocked my small penis and made me masturbate while she watched....

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Richard the Sissy

Richard the Sissy by Joney Cunningham Hi, my name is Richard, or should I say Regina now. I am a sissy. It all started when I was 15 and my parents had taken my 13-year-old sister out of town for the weekend. I had a part-time job, so I couldn't go. My parents told me that the paid Gina, the high school senior across the street to decorate my mom's sewing room. Gina was into interior decorating and had gained a reputation of doing great work. They told me she would have a...

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The Lingerie Salesman Sissy

I had a career change a few years ago. Admittedly a door to door salesman did not sound good but the money was OK as long as I made plenty of commission but the fringe benefits were amazing. For me it was not household cleaners or insurance but sexy lingerie. Not only did the ladies on my round like to try on the lingerie but as soon as they felt super sexy I would get my “extra” commission. Yes I had all shapes, sizes and ages, even a mother and her daughter were regular customers and I had...

4 years ago
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son turned into moms sissy

My name is Barbie. Everyone calls me Barbie because I am small and I have long blond hair. I am the smallest in my class. My real name is Ashley. Before you ask, I do not like Barbie's. I never played with them. I suppose when you have hair down to your shoulders, then people think you look like a girl and call you Barbie. I am eleven years old.I got this diary today. So I might as well write in it. It is a purple one with a bear and heart on the cover. It has a lock on it. I might as well use...

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