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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 Sissy By the time Simon woke up in the morning Linda was already dressing for work. He was a bit disappointed and a little miffed as he glumly watched her at the vanity making up her face, once again attired in her typically boring white cotton panties, and equally boring white cotton bra. She saw him stirring in bed and smiled contentedly at his reflection in the mirror. Despite Linda's warm smile of contentment Simon found himself becoming even more aggravated as he watched her, in predictable fashion, slip into her boring pantyhose. Yuck! 'The least she could do is wear the garter belt and nylons I spent a fortune on!' he thought. 'Especially after the way I took her to heaven and back so many times last night.' It was only then it occurred to him that, as exciting as their lovemaking had been, they hadn't fucked and that during the entire passionate marathon he hadn't got his rocks off. Then he laughed to himself thinking it had been so worth it. With an impish grin and an authoritative tone she threw back the bedcovers and handed Simon his peignoir. "The least my new maid can do is get his lazy ass out of bed and make me toast and coffee before I leave for work," she commanded with newfound authority. Simon could only giggle as he rose from their bed, donned his peignoir, and slipped into his mules. After all, he had agreed to be her maid for the next two weeks in exchange for her dressing up for him last night. He was determined to fulfill his part of the bargain and see where all that would lead. "Yes Miss Linda. Right away Miss Linda!" he replied as he nervously executed one of his patented curtsies. Linda giggled at his willing, though somewhat inept attempt. He left the bedroom, affecting an exaggerated mince and headed to the kitchen, looking back over his shoulder and saucily swishing his nightgown in the process. He could feel the crustiness in his panties - - the dried remnants of the few drops of semen he had leaked during their night of passionate love-making. It was irritating his pecker. Curiously, his first thought was that he should change into a fresh pair of panties. But the only other pair of silky panties in the house was the pair he'd bought for Linda. Maybe he'd just appropriate those. It would serve her right. "Simon," she called after him, "don't forget your lipstick. Don't ever forget your lipstick! And while we're on the subject you might think about getting yourself a decent pair of boobs! That gown looks silly covering your flat chest. I think a full b-cup like mine would be perfect. Don't you agree!" "Yes Miss Linda. I do agree." 'At least Linda seems to be getting into this whole lingerie thing a little,' he thought. 'It's a start, I suppose. But I sure wish she'd give in and want to wear it too.' Then he wondered, 'Where do all those queens at the club buy their falsies? Maybe Melissa will know. I'm sure she'll have an answer.' After Linda left for work and he was enjoying his own coffee and toast he phoned Melissa. He spent an hour telling her everything that happened, up to and including the fact that he was still comfortably lounging in his new nightie. Melissa gave him his marching orders. "Stay dressed as you are, Simon. I'm dying to see you in morning drag. I'll be right over. And I think you'll love what I have in mind for phase two of Operation Linda." That sounded mysterious enough. But Simon trusted Melissa. After all, she'd been right on target so far. He lounged back, tuned to the Shopping Network, and poured another cup of coffee. Thirty minutes later Melissa waltzed in carrying an armful of garment bags and a couple of small overnight cases which she deposited on Simon's king size bed. When she returned to the den she found Simon sitting in front of the TV with his legs crossed in the most feminine pose he could muster. His long nightgown and peignoir were seductively flared to allow his marabou trimmed mules to peek out from under the hem. Melissa poured herself a cup of coffee and stood next to Simon. In her everyday six-inch pumps, she towered over him. She knew if she permitted it, Simon would be content to spend the entire day lounging in his new sleepwear. But there was too much she wanted to accomplish before his precious Miss Linda returned home. Simon looked up and smiled. The smile she returned was inviting. Her skin tight mini offered a tempting view of her legs which seemed to never end. "This gown suits you, Simon. I've been waiting to get you in drag since the first time we met. Although, your precious Miss Linda is right. This gown does look silly with no boobs. Don't worry, I have the perfect solution. By the time I'm through you're gonna be the perfect submissive sissy maid. My perfect submissive sissy maid! And Linda's too." Then, noticing he was tuned into the Shopping Network, she giggled. "Ooooh Simon, don't you just adore that dress? Every girl needs at least one little black dress in her wardrobe. You'd look sooo hot in a number like that one." She moved a little closer and slithered her leg between his, using it to caress his cock. Simon sat stock still but let his hands to gently caress his nylon-clad legs with the slickness of his gown. Finally Melissa reached down and tweaked both his nipples. Simon's hand slithered up her skirt and began groping for her clit which she had tucked securely back between her thighs. He shivered noticeably as his fingers grazed across her silky panty. Always a good sign, Melissa knew. "Where do you hide that massive clit of yours?" he asked mischievously. All the girls in the club referred to their dongs as clits. Why should he be any different? "I'm sure if you try hard enough, Simon you'll find it all by yourself," she answered, grinding her crotch even more forcefully against his hand. He suddenly realized just how horny he was. Last night had been a never- ending series of earth shattering orgasms for Linda. On the other hand he hadn't gotten off even one time. It had been days since he'd enjoyed any release! Reading his very thoughts, Melissa commented, "You poor dear sissy. How long has it been since you got to squirt your sissy juices, anyway? You must be going crazy!" "Days!" he whined. "I can't even remember the last time!" In a surprising response, Melissa retorted, "Good! A properly trained sissy maid should always put his Mistress' needs ahead of his own. And, as of right now, I am your Mistress! Don't you agree, Simonne? Your precious Miss Linda has certainly started down the right path by allowing both of you to dress properly for bed. And if she plays her cards right, she'll be able to enjoy being your Mistress too. It's time you learned from the real expert. If Operation Linda is to succeed, there will have to be some drastic changes. It should be obvious by now that she's more attracted to boys in skirts - - especially sissy boys in skirts - - than she is to the drab boy you've been - - up 'til now. My guess is that, after last night, she's gonna want you in skirts all the time. And I think she'll be willing to do whatever it takes to keep her very own sissy boy happy. You do understand that, don't you Simonne?" "Yes, Mistress Melissa. I understand," he whispered as he lowered his eyes in submission. Melissa reached down and began tweaking his nipples. Pinching them between her fingers. Hard! Really hard! She got off doing that to him. She'd been doing it each night since he started coming to the club and laughed a wicked laugh each time she caused him to wince from the pain. The pain which always brought tears to his eyes. Tears or not, it was her silent signal that Simon was to do her bidding with Pavlovian predictability. She laughed even harder when he didn't even attempt to pull away or resist her in any other way. "So Miss Linda wants you to get yourself a pair of tits, does she? B-cup you said? To match hers?" "Yes Mistress Melissa. She was quite insistent," he replied not giving a second thought that she had summarily changed his name. He was still fumbling between her legs. Finally he was able to feel the flaccid shaft of her clit which she'd tucked securely back between her thighs. Even still, it felt delicious wrapped as it was in the silky confines of her panties. "Your hand is soft, Simonne. Sissy soft. And you make your Mistress happy when you tickle my clit the way you're doing now. You're learning to do anything I ask when I wear silky undies, aren't you? Believe me, it won't take long before your precious Miss Linda learns that wearing the yummy things you want her to wear will have you doing all the things she dreams of. Would you like to see my clit? You know, up close and personal? You've never actually seen it in the flesh before. I think it's time you were properly introduced to your new best friend. Slip off my panties, sissy Simonne. Slip them down right now!" She tweaked his nipples even harder for emphasis. He grunted passionately and winced. But didn't pull away. He reached for the waistband and slowly lowered her silky black bikini until she was able to step out of them. He could feel the wetness in the gusset and instinctively raised her panty to his nostrils. As her clit sprang from between her legs and slapped against his face she cooed, "Would my little submissive sissy like to kiss his Mistress' clit? To taste it? To make it happy?" "Oh yes, Mistress Melissa! Yes I would." Then, as a further signal of submission he asked, "May I? Please!" Despite all his blatant groping at the club, he'd never actually seen another clit. Never held one in the flesh. Never tasted one! "You may indeed, Simonne. But not before you freshen your lipstick. Your precious Miss Linda did instruct that you were never to forget your lipstick. Didn't she?" "Yes Mistress Melissa. I have it right here." And he did, too. It was sitting on the table. Right next to his coffee cup. He hadn't let it out of his sight since Miss Linda left for work. And without any reluctance at all he reached for it and applied a generous coat of shocking pink to his lips 'til they glistened. All the while looking up into Mistress Melissa's eyes and smiling submissively. She held her clit while she lightly ran just the drooling tip back and forth across his silken lips. He couldn't taste anything. His lips were pursed. She hadn't given him permission to open them. But he could smell the faint Clorox scent. And, he found it quite refreshing. He loved the smell and taste of cum. He'd certainly tasted and smelled enough of it at the club - - or, his own, when he masturbated. But he'd never tasted it directly from the source. The closest he'd come was licking tranny cum from his fingers after fondling clit after clit at the club. Mistress Melissa rubbing her nine inches of tranny meat across his lips was just so much more intimate. Mistress Melissa, once again, read his thoughts. She continued to massage his shocking pink lips. Transferring his lipstick onto her clit. Generously coating it. "Good sissy," she complimented. "Enjoy the fragrance. Relish it. Let yourself become intimately familiar with it." "Mmmm," was the best he could respond. "Can you feel my clit heating up? Getting harder? Becoming happier by the second? When your Mistress' clit is happy, your Mistress is happy. You may kiss my clit, sissy Simonne. Just a light kiss. Now!" He pursed his lips and planted just the softest butterfly kiss on the very tip. One time. He found the hairless smoothness of her velvety skin mesmerizing. Her entire groin was as baby-butt silky smooth as the rest of her silken body. He was wondering if his wouldn't be equally as smooth before too long. "Very good," she whispered. "Is that how you kissed Miss Linda's clit last night? Last night when you crawled under the lovely new gown we bought for her? Your lips are so soft. Sissy soft. Just like the rest of your petite body." "Mmmm," he gurgled. "Does your precious Miss Linda shave her pussy? Is it as smooth as your Mistress'?" she asked rhetorically. "Somehow I doubt she does. As you've told me so many times, she's far too 'practical'." Mistress Melissa rubbed the tip of her clit against his nostrils. There was enough pre-orgasmic fluid that she was able to force some inside. Without waiting for her to order him further, he inhaled sharply. Snorting her juices through his nose and into his throat. "Lovely," she murmured. "Such an innovative sissy. I can see you have the potential to become a world class cum slut. An addiction to cum is the primary motivation for every submissive sissy. And you are showing an unusually high degree of addiction. Would my little submissive sissy cum slut like to suck my clit? Suck it until it explodes in his mouth? And savor the joy of swallowing my pearly cream? Would he like that? Would he?" "Y...y...yessss, Mistress Melissa," he barely whispered. "I do think you've earned your reward. Your sissy reward. But not just yet," she announced much to his dismay. She suddenly stepped back. She gripped her nine-inch clit and milked it until a large dollop of pearly goo landed on her fingertips. A large gooey dollop which she teasingly licked onto her tongue and swallowed with a satisfied, "Yummy!" "First things first, sissy Simonne. I want to feel your tongue, your hot stiff tongue, the way Miss Linda felt it last night. Probing deeply and incessantly inside my tranny pussy." She reached down and roughly tweaked both his nipples simultaneously. Then turned her backside to him and looked back mischievously over her shoulder. Without hesitation he leaned forward and buried his nose and mouth between her bubble shaped cheeks. His tongue shot forward but barely tickled her tiny wrinkled rosebud. Even the forbidden space between her cheeks was silky smooth. She was truly meticulous in her personal grooming. Simon wanted so much to emulate his mentor in that regard. He eagerly pried her cheeks apart and jammed his tongue deep inside. Just as he had probed into Miss Linda's pussy for most of last night. There was the most delightful fragrance and the slightest taste of vanilla. Miss Linda didn't taste like vanilla. "You taste marvelous, Mistress Melissa," he mumbled almost incoherently. "I always use a flavorful douche, sissy Simonne. Several times a day. You must learn to do the same. Girls like me and sissies like you, unlike a lot of real girls, should always be prepared. Don't you agree?" "Yes, Mistress Melissa. I can see now that being freshly prepared makes a lot of sense." Melissa pushed back against his tongue with increasing urgency. And she kept pushing back for the better part of an hour. At one point she pushed back so forcefully that she caused him to topple over onto his back. His nightgown, already severely rumpled from last night's sexual gymnastics, gathered at his waist leaving his engorged pecker straining against his panty and open to Melissa's view. She laughed heartily but quickly took advantage of this sudden turn of events. She squatted over his face, facing his feet, and jammed herself onto his tongue with her full weight. His nose was trapped between her cheeks to the point he could hardly breathe. When he paused briefly to catch a breath she reached down and began pinching and tweaking his nipples. The pain was exquisite! Simon got the hint and immediately re-commenced his probing. Still caressing, pinching, and tweaking his nipples, she rocked her pussy back and forth and up and down on his tongue then casually commented, almost as if she was talking to herself. "I am so going to enjoy you with little titties, sissy Simonne. Little, tiny, not even a-cup titties to start with. Not large enough to make you feel like a real woman. Just large enough to plump out a tight top. Just enough to be visible to anyone. Enough to tell the world you're nothing more than a wannabe. A submissive sissy desperately wanting to have titties like his Mistress. Yes! That's what we'll do for you and for your precious Miss Linda. No falsies for our sissy Simonne. Real, honest-to-goodness implants. Implants which won't even require a bra. Although I suppose there will be times when modesty necessitates one. And, if you're an obedient little submissive sissy, we can reward you by gradually increasing their size. You didn't know they can do that these days, did you? "The new expandable implants allow for that. It'll be like your titties are growing naturally. You'll even experience the shameful embarrassment all pubescent girls feel when they realize their titties aren't as big as some of their friends. And you'll wonder if you'll ever graduate into a grown-up bra. If you think real pre-teen girls can be mean when it comes to their lesser endowed friends, wait 'til you see how the queens at the club tease you. It's as close to experiencing actual feminine puberty that a sissy boy can experience." Her ramblings were actually spurring him on to probe her pussy even deeper. His own cock was throbbing with the urgency that only comes from an imagination running wild with anticipated promises and from being denied release for so many days. Melissa, now his Mistress Melissa, finally rose, leaving his tongue desperately probing nothing but thin air. She turned and straddled his face. Allowing two or three drops of her precious fluid to drop onto his ravenous tongue. "Now, my submissive little sissy, you have truly earned your reward. You may kneel to properly receive it. But, be warned! Do not waste even one precious drop. You will pay dearly for wastefulness." She reached for his nipples and tweaked them both with a demanding urgency as she pulled him to his knees. Her magnificent nine-inch clit was within reach. Simon gingerly reached for it and lovingly smeared the glistening goo across his face before parting his lips and engulfing it. His first time! He wanted to relish it. To savor it. To remember this moment forever. He wished that Miss Linda was here to witness this momentous occasion. He also wished that Mistress Melissa would always be there for him to service and please in any way she commanded. His rambling thoughts returned to his Mistress' magnificent velvet hammer. How anything could be so velvety soft and so unbelievably hard at the same time was boggling his addled mind. But he pushed aside those thoughts and concentrated on giving pleasure. Mistress Melissa did nothing to help. She stood stock still, hands on her hips, and let him work at his own pace. He explored every glorious millimeter of her clit. With his lips and his tongue. Even his throat. She laughed when he gagged the first few times he tried to take in its full length. After fifteen or twenty minutes, motivated by sheer instinct and her insistent tweaking of his nipples, he discovered the secret of swallowing. The secret of taking its entire length deep into his throat. That's when he heard Mistress Melissa begin moaning in ecstasy. She even began gently pumping her clit deeper into his throat. That's when he knew he was doing it right. That's when he knew he had discovered a second glorious way to bring his Mistress pleasure. How she managed to avoid an explosive conclusion for so long was a mystery. He knew from his own limited experience he could never hope to last as long. Even on those few occasions when Miss Linda treated him to such a delight he found himself spurting uncontrollably all over himself after only a few all-too-brief seconds. Through the fogginess of his brain he heard his Mistress' voice. "Are you ready to receive your reward, sissy Simonne?" He could only nod weakly and "Mmmmph" his readiness. He was sooo ready! With one or two more forceful thrusts and the most severe tweaking she'd inflicted so far he felt his mouth being flooded with her goo. 'Swallow! Swallow! Swallow fast!' was his only thought. He surely didn't want to waste one precious drop. Not out of fear of his Mistress' reprisal. But out of desire to greedily devour every possible delicious morsel. Those first few swallows came so fast he wasn't even cognizant of the flavor. As the frantic spurting decreased to manageable levels and with Mistress Melissa's clit still in his mouth he began swirling her pearly goo around the inside of his mouth and over his palate. For the first time in his life he was savoring the delectable offering which had flowed so readily from her loins. It was a magnificent epiphany. To know that he had discovered his true calling and to know that his Mistress would gladly provide all that and more. All he had to do was submit himself to her every whim. That was a task he knew he'd be more than willing to undertake at any cost - - even if it meant submitting himself to a medical procedure that would result with his having honest-to-goodness titties. Even as she reached down and tried to pull him to his feet he held her magnificent clit firmly between his lips. Selfishly refusing to give it up. He wanted, more than anything, to keep it buried deep in his throat forever. She laughed and said in her all-knowing way, "That's enough for now, my submissive sissy. Don't fret. There's plenty more where that came from. But we still have lots to do before your precious Miss Linda comes home from work." That being said, she pulled him to his feet and led him to the bathroom. He looked at her questioningly. "I brought several outfits for you, sissy Simonne. But first we must prepare you - - inside and out. Start the tub." "Yes, Mistress Melissa," he obeyed. While the tub filled with sweetly scented oils and bath beads she helped him out of his nightgown and lingerie until he stood before her completely naked. Then, without having to be instructed, he helped her undress. If anything, her nine-inch clit looked even more imposing without clothing. And it protruded from her groin in stark contrast to her magnificent d-cup implants. She gently helped him step into the scented bath and proceeded to shave what little peach fuzz he had from his eyebrows to his ankles. She paid particular attention to his sissy cock and tiny tea bags. Call it a fetish but nothing excited her more than a silky smooth crotch, whether it was her new submissive sissy or his soon-to-be submissive girlfriend. "Next time we do this it'll be at the salon," she giggled. "A full body wax is really the proper way to keep my submissive sissy silky smooth." She punctuated her words by planting soft kisses and juicy licks on the tip of his clit. Not enough to get him off. Only enough to keep him in the highest state of arousal. It was obvious that keeping him so aroused was keeping her equally aroused. Her clit was at full staff. As he knelt in the warm water it continually slapped against his mouth. She squatted slightly and reached for his nipples. Before the pain from her tweaking could set in he wrapped his lips around her shaft and began wantonly sucking for all he was worth. "Very good, Simonne!" she squealed. "Very good indeed! You are a quick study." She guided his hand between her legs and his finger to the entrance of her tranny pussy. He tentatively inserted one soapy finger. Her moaning became louder and she rammed her clit deeper into his throat. She wiggled her pussy on his finger and reached behind to push his finger in deeper. He quickly inserted a second finger and, when she tweaked a nipple, a third. She tweaked his nipple again and wiggled her pussy. He inserted a fourth finger and finally his entire hand. She was moaning deliriously. She was tweaking his nipples with unabashed abandon. He rotated his fist and shoved inside as far as he could. He felt her entire body shudder and spasm and then fill his mouth fill with yet another deposit of the gooey pearly-white love juice he so desperately desired. When her jetting spurts subsided and she had managed to catch her breath, she gave his nipples one last tweak and turned her back to him. His fist was still buried in her tranny pussy halfway to his elbow. When she wiggled her ass suggestively he slowly slid his fist out and replaced it with his face. Her pussy was gaping and pulsing. He held it open wide with his thumbs and buried his nose and tongue deep. It couldn't possibly compare to what she must have felt when his fist was inside her but she expressed her pleasure with non-stop animalistic grunts and moans. He reached around and found her half flaccid clit. While he tongued her pussy he stroked her clit to full hardness. He couldn't believe she was capable of such stamina. But in virtually no time at all she turned and, without warning, began spurting yet another gusher all over his face and hair. Try as he might, he couldn't even begin to catch it all in his mouth. Fearful of her wrath at his wastefulness he began scooping every drop he could corral into his mouth. She began laughing at his futile effort. "Don't concern yourself, sissy Simonne. That one was my treat. I can't possibly consider what I just did and your failure to catch it all as being wasteful. But you do look adorable with my cum smeared all over your face." After rinsing them both with the handheld nozzle she led her sissy prot?g? from the tub and handed him a towel. At the sink she washed his hair again then applied a foul smelling chemical. Several minutes later, an eternity it seemed, she rinsed his hair. His chocolate brown coloring was gone. Bleached out. Mistress Melissa laughed again at his obvious consternation. But he dared not protest. She applied another chemical and placed a dryer bonnet over his head. Forty-five minutes later his hair had turned platinum blond. She rolled his hair in dozens of tiny pin curlers saturated with permanent solution. He feared that all the chemicals would cause his hair to fall out. Mistress Melissa's carefree humming as she worked her magic reassured him that she must know what she was doing. She replaced the dryer bonnet and turned up the heat. While his hair was drying Melissa bent him over the sink and flooded his bowels with the same vanilla scented douche she herself used. After three successive cleansings she declared him squeaky clean, "like every proper sissy should always be!" "Let's see how well you've learned your lessons so far, sissy," she commented as she stood over him. She reached down and gently tweaked a nipple with a twinkle in her eyes. He immediately slipped down to his knees. As he dutifully engulfed her clit like he knew she wanted him to she slowly backed up toward the commode. With his mouth still surrounding her clit she sat and withdrew it with a squishy plop. "Hold it for me, Simonne. Hold it while I pee." Mistress Melissa was taking this to a whole new level. Was this some sort of one-time test or a task she expected him to perform on a regular basis as part of their new arrangement? Whatever it was he had no intention of disappointing her. He reached between her legs and pointed her clit towards the bowl. As she began to forcefully void her bladder she gently grasped the back of his head and forced his face against her splayed thighs. The aroma was overwhelming. As was the mist rising from the toilet bowl. To his amazement when she released his head he kept it buried between her thighs. When she reached down and tweaked his nipple, this time with a bit more force, he began lapping the shaft of her clit. He could feel the urine rushing through her urethra and the heat of the liquid as it escaped into the toilet. As the torrent finally slowed to a gentle but steady trickle she tweaked his nipple one more time. He reached for her clit and gripped it gently. As her pee continued to trickle out he lowered his face further between her thighs until he was able to feel the trickle splashing against his tongue. Oh, it was salty alright. But not as unpleasant as he anticipated. He became more confident. And yes, a bit more bold. He pointed her clit towards his mouth and wrapped his lips around the very hot and very wet tip. Her pee flowed freely into his mouth and he swallowed. Melissa gently caressed his ear lobes and the nape of his neck like one might pet a lap dog while he continued to ingest her offering. He felt removed from himself. An out of body experience. Almost. When her trickle subsided to those last few gentle squirts he found himself sucking and milking her clit. Desperately trying to drain every last precious drop. It was then that Melissa knew for certain that Simon's willingness to abase himself in such a decadent manner had made him truly hers, and hers alone. She giggled. "My darling sissy Simonne, I knew you had potential! But you've surpassed my wildest expectations. I had no idea you, or anyone for that matter, could be so trainable. Oh yes, you'll do very nicely." With her clit still in his mouth he looked up and tried to smile. She returned his smile then tweaked his nipple as she rose from her throne. He knew what was expected and renewed his efforts to bring her to erection. Try as he might his tender butterfly kisses along the entire length of her nine-inch velvety clit, her silky hairless pink sac, and her creamy white thighs could only bring his Mistress to half staff. 'Well,' he thought, 'she has spurted three gargantuan gooey loads in less than hour!' Her stamina was nothing short of miraculous. Then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, he realized it was his responsibility, and his alone, to insure that his Mistress was always satisfied. Without having to be told, or worse, to have his sore and tender nipples tweaked yet again, he crawled around behind her on his hands and knees until his face was buried between her fleshy white globes. He wantonly and forcefully buried his tongue as deep as he could inside her hot and moist tranny pussy and lapped for all he was worth. At the same time he reached between her legs and began to tenderly and wantonly stroke her clit. That was all it took! Her clit responded with enthusiasm and began drooling its silky goo all over his fingers. He shoved his entire cum flooded hand inside her pussy while continuing to stroke with his other. Melissa was moaning and bucking against his fist with wild abandon. Simon was certain she was about to unload her fourth magnificent cum and didn't want to lose one precious drop. He spun her around and engulfed her clit. And not a moment too soon. The flood that invaded his mouth was the best yet. Not quite as thick and creamy. A little watery, maybe. But just as sweet and satisfying as each of the three previous offerings. This time he kept his Mistress' clit in his mouth and his fist buried in her pussy until her clit had drained and shrunk to its flaccid seven inches. Even still, as it plopped gently from his pursed pink lips, he continued to suckle and kiss and lick. Melissa was ecstatic and out of breath. No one had ever satisfied her the way her sissy Simonne had. And never once did he even hint at asking for relief himself! A true sissy gem. His extraordinary stamina and eagerness to please her, and her alone, made her all the more determined to take his 'education' to the highest level possible. And she was just as determined to see to it that his precious Miss Linda would be equally educated. Melissa was certain she could train his precious Miss Linda to be just as responsive to her demands as sissy Simonne had become. From what her sissy had told her, Miss Linda was just as addicted to having Simonne's tongue jammed deep into her pussy as he was to his Mistress' precious cum. She would start Linda on nipple tweaking training as soon as possible. How lovely it would be to have Simonne suckling on her clit and Miss Linda tonguing her pussy, or vice-versa, at the same time. Melissa glanced at the clock. There was still enough time to have everything perfectly arranged before Miss Linda arrived home from work. Coming Next: Chapter Four - What's A Sissy To Do As always, your comments are welcomed and appreciated.

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Tweak Chapter Five Some Very Happy Queens

Simon and Linda are well on their way to realizing their full potential. They're shivering with excitement knowing that Mistress Melissa intends to put them through their paces in front of everyone at the club. 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 Five - Some Very Happy...

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Happy Birthday Dear Sissy

Happy Birthday Dear Sissy "My! What a good boy you are, Alan! It's so sweet of you to do the washing every day ? and I really do appreciate the sweet way you have folded all of my panties and other lingerie! Most boys wouldn't even touch them, let alone fold them so carefully!" She then tousled my soft curly blond hair and leaned over to give me a wet kiss. As she normally did it was a kiss on my lips. I had grown accustomed to her kissing me, and also to her wearing next to nothing...

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Tweak Chapter Seven New Talents Displayed

During a night of unabashed debauchery at the club, Simon proudly flaunts his new and improved sissy apparatus. Much to the delight of those he holds so dear. 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 Seven - New Talents Displayed If Simon thought he was embarrassed at having to wear his...

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Teaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVG Chapter One Training a New Sissy

I simply loved teaching the introductory Sissy Slave Classes at the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, and since the class is limited in size it is almost always fully enrolled and most people who take the course end up registering months early to make sure they will have a place secured for the upcoming class.The Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, was a private society of like-minded, dominant women who believe and live our lives based on our individual interpretations of what it means to be a...

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Tweak Chapter Two A Wardrobe Change

The continuing tale of the subtle, and not so subtle, feminization of our hero(ine) skillfully orchestrated by the proprietress of a very exclusive and very private club which caters to drag queens and their most ardent admirers. 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 Two - A Wardrobe...

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She Found a Sissy

She Found a Sissy ? by: Donna Sash She had been working at Bardwell's for the last 10 years. Five years ago she Had moved to the scarf counter and had been there ever since. Sales had gone up because she really likes it here. From the time she was a little girl she always loved wearing a scarf with her outfits. Now every day she wore a different one on the job and it helped sales. Women reacted well to someone who believed in their product. Some women just wore a scarf...

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Welcome Your Now a Sissy

Are you ready?Are you ready, princess?It's finally time. It's finally time, princess. It's time to begin. Are you ready? I think you are, princess. I think you're ready. I think you've been ready for so long.You've been ready for your whole life princess.It's time to drop the mask and be who you are. Who you really are. What you really are. No more lies, princess. No more games. It's finally time to reveal everything.It's time to reveal the sissy.That's right, princess. You are a sissy. Say it...

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407am Sissy

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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

3 years ago
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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