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Porn Story 4.
by Penny Farthing.
Mrs Heller saw me come in and after looking at my declaration form, made
me do a dozen photocopies and kept two of them in my personal records.
"You'll need to inform your bank and Social Security of your change of
status."
I groaned at this and she made me take my blouse and bra off and paint
my nipples red with nail varnish. They protruded through my peep-hole
bra and looked obscene and they made me leave off my little jacket so
everyone could laugh at them.
Dr Robertson arrived mid morning and enjoyed my new 'fashion statement'
as he described it. Of course I had more collagen into my nipples which
were now nearly an inch and a half long and an inch wide. I had to
repaint them and he suggested piercing would look rather good. Mrs
Heller agreed, I was to get it done lunch time. Then I had to bend over
and after examining my tender rectum, he gave me two injections in my
buttocks - an oestrogen progesterone mixture and some prolactin,
whatever that is.
He suggested a larger plug which would stretch me and it appeared that
there was a sex shop next to the tattoo parlour, which would do the
piercings. I gave him a blowjob and went back to my desk after repairing
my lipstick?it was frightening that I didn't even think about it now.
After my lunchtime wank and milkshake mixture, I minced my way to the
rundown area of town to the tattoo parlour where I'd previously phoned
and made the appointment. There were loads of obscenities yelled at me
from the riff-raff, but so far no one had tried to touch me.
I went into the sex shop and bought an inch and half plug with built in
vibrator, Madge had looked at their online catalogue and chosen what I
had to get. It could be set to random vibrate, which she had ordered me
to do. I sucked it to lubricate it and shoved it in. God it was tight,
and walking was definitely affected, my mince became even more
exaggerated.
I staggered into the tattoo parlour and said who I was, the girl behind
the desk, who was plastered in tattoos and piercings sniggered and told
me to sit. That was agony, the new plug felt like a baseball bat and I
was sure it was giving me a sore throat.
Finally, the guy who did the tattoos and piercings called me in. He was
actually quite nice and we discussed what I wanted. He also seemed
unfazed by my being a sissy. "Had one in here last week, for a few tats,
and tongue piercing?that's what you need if you're giving head?your
partner will love it.
Unknown to him, Madge had instructed me that if he suggested anything
else besides the nipples, I was to go for it. So reluctantly and feeling
very hot and bothered I agreed.
I stripped for him to examine my nipples?"Jesus, they are huge, oh boy,
we can use these and these and these." I told him to get one with it.
He sprayed a freezing spray and I squealed, then a few clips and one was
done. I sat with my eyes shut, then the other was done. I hardly felt
anything?yet. Finally he grabbed my tongue and I certainly felt that and
tasted blood. He put a large ball on a post and screwed something on the
bottom of it. "Antiseptic on your nipples and a good mouthwash, twice a
day, oh and get some pain killers?you'll need them."
When I paid for the treatment?over a hundred quid?I discovered I had a
lithp, so was going to sound even more of a fairy. My mobile rang as I
left and I was told the office had organised a hair appointment for me.
I minced my way to the salon, my feet were aching and now my nipples
were joining the pain, and they felt so heavy.
In the salon I could see large protrusions of silver through my bra and
the red of my nipples. What he had done was to fit inch thick rings on
my nipples which were held by a ring through the middle which was quite
large and then an even larger one beyond it?it looked like I had a pair
of door knockers on my chest.
Of course the girls in the salon had to all come and see, so I had to
undress for them to stare and paw my painful chest. When they saw my
tongue piercing, they all laughed and told me I'd be even more popular
with boyfriends.
For the next two hours I had stuff done to my hair?they did give me a
coffee, which was very welcome and revived me somewhat. However, all
that was lost when I saw what they'd done to my hair. I was strawberry
blonde with bright pink lowlights. I was bid renew my lipstick and bob
to my hairdresser in thanks, before paying and limping back to the
office via the chemists for the antiseptic, painkillers and mouthwash.
Back in the office, Ron Heller was waiting, he sniggered when he saw me
and I felt like crying. Instead, I bent over his wife's desk while he
made my already tender colon, rather sore. The plug went back in more
easily and I limped to my desk and did some work, albeit in a very
distracted way.
As the clock ticked on, I'd used the mouthwash two or three times, my
tongue was a bit swollen but feeling better and my nipples were down to
a regular throb which interacted with the vibrator up my arse. Why oh
why had I bought it? Because I'd been told to. What was I?a man or a
mouse? Neither?a spineless sissy.
At four, Mrs Heller came out and told us we were all going to a club
tonight?gee thanks for the notice. "Robyn, you are to wear your bright
pink basque, your black hot-pants and thigh boots. Wear that belt and
bracelet and the matching necklace. Put your lace jacket on and be ready
for eight, we'll collect you," said Madge.
Instead of a quiet night in, where I could soak my aching body in a hot
bath, I had to make do with a quickie soak, avoiding getting my hair
wet, spray antiseptic on my now stinging nipples, reinsert my plug, and
dress in a pair of bright pink panties, a bright pink PVC basque with
peep-hole bra cups, and after a stockings and suspenders, my hot-pants
the black PVC ones, my thigh high boots?black with four inch silver
needle thin heels, on which I could barely teeter, and my lacy jacket,
which was barely thicker than a net curtain.
I donned my bracelet, with the tinkling phalluses, and the matching belt
and choker?a leather strap with a large hanging phallus and balls above
which in glitter was emblazoned the letter 'I' with a heart alongside
it. The message should have been clear to a blind man.
I combed my hair, added bright pink eyeliner, three coats of it, more
black mascara and black pencil to my narrowed eyebrows, some blusher to
my cheeks?although I was hot and bothered enough for it not to show, and
loads of hot pink lipstick, followed by several coats of gloss. My lips
were probably more weather proof than my front door.
I drank my slimfast shake through a straw and waited, holding my
handbag, then at eight I dropped my keys in my bag, pulled on my lace
jacket and stood outside my door. Finally I ventured to the end of the
path and waited for Madge, several times being asked how much I charged.
Had I known she was going to be late, I could have recouped some of the
outlay on my piercings?what was I thinking?
Just them my neighbour came out. "Who the hell are you?"
"Ith me, Wobyn," I lisped to him.
"Robin? Where are you going?a fancy dress party?"
"No to a cwub."
"You're going clubbing dressed like that?"
"Yeth."
"What are you one of those transvestite creatures?"
"No, Mithter Thithonth, I'm a thithy."
"A sissy?"
"Yeth," and I bobbed to him.
"What exactly is one of those?"
"I'm not a man or a woman, but in between and I therve both of them."
"You serve them? Why are you talking funny, Robin?"
"I have a tongue pierthing. You know, I therve them."
"What get their dinner do their housework, that sort of thing?"
"Perhapth, but altho thexually."
"Sexually, you mean, they shag you and so on?"
"Yeth."
"How much do you charge?"
"I haven't dethided yet, becauth I'm thtill in twainin'."
"Dress like that, and come around tomorrow, since that bitch left me
I've been feeling very randy. I hope you give head."
"Yeth, Mr Thithonth."
"Good, see you tomorrow at eight." Mr Sissons then went back into his
house and I felt absolutely dreadful. All I needed was a boyfriend ten
years older than I was.
Madge and the girls finally arrived and I struggled into the back seat
with the two twenty somethings from the office, they were suitably
falling out of their dresses. "I hope you are still wearing your
vibrator, Robyn?"
"Yeth, Mithith Helwer," I struggled with the stupid piercing in my
tongue.
"I think you sound so adorably sissyish, Robyn, I think from now on I
want you to address me as mistress?well do so."
I blushed and said, "Yeth, Mithweth."
After they'd all finished laughing, she continued. "And you can address
Mr Heller as master."
"That's not fair, it was us he violated, what do we get out of it?"
complained Ruth.
"True, Robyn, you will address all the ladies in the office as mistress
followed by their first name?so Ruth, will become Mistress Ruth, and you
will bob when you speak to them before and after. Is that clear?"
"Yeth, Mithtweth Madge."
"Well tell Ruth, then."
"I underthtand, Mithtweth Wuth."
"I think it's heavenly, your little sissy lisp and those luscious lips,
you're going to be in demand tonight, Robyn," Ruth smirked at me and my
tummy flipped.
"I hope he can dance in those heels?I don't think I could," laughed
Colleen. I had grave doubts myself.
"Did anyone speak to you while you were waiting for us, Robyn?" asked
Madge and by my blushing she knew someone had.
"Yeth, Mithtweth, my nextht door neighbour."
"Well, what did he say, sissy."
"He athked me why I wath weawin' thith outfit."
"So what did you say?" chuckled Ruth.
"I told him I wath goin' cwubbin' and I wath a thithy."
"And, I'm sure he said more than that?"
"Yeth, Mithtweth, I expwained I therved men and women, and he told me to
dweth like thith tomowwow and go and therve him." Of course they all
laughed at that.
Madge parked the car and two of the girls more or less frogmarched me to
the club, where she paid for us all to go in. I was made to drink
alcopops like a teenage girl, and with little other than the milkshake
in my tummy, I was soon swaying a little on the heels, especially after
half an hour's dancing.
"Is your friend for real?" asked a bloke dancing next to Ruth.
"Yeah, she's a sissy."
"A what?"
"A sissy, you know an in-betweenie?neither male nor female."
"I'm looking at those lips and thinking..."
"She's good at what you're thinking, and she only charges ten pounds?she
needs to constantly buy new outfits."
"A tenner eh? And you say she's good?"
Ruth nudged me, "Show us your tongue piercing, Sissy?"
I turned and opened my mouth, poking out my tongue.
"Oh yeah, a tenner you say? I gotta get a piece of that?does she do, you
know?"
"Take it up her fanny? Yeah, but only with a condom and that's thirty
quid."
"Is she tight?"
"How would I know?" replied Ruth, but my boss likes her over his desk if
you know what I mean."
"Bugger..."
"Yeah, that's what he does."
"No, bugger, I've only got thirty left and I gotta get a cab home."
"She'll be here next week," smiled Ruth.
I had no idea what they were talking about although I suspected it was
about me. My suspicions were confirmed, when I was told to go off with
the man, he led me outside via the fire exit and told me to suck him
off. I was so used to being told what to do, I did, thinking the quicker
I did it, the quicker it would be over.
He had other ideas, and made me slowly rub my tongue under his dick,
until he gasped and started pumping his goo into my mouth which I knew I
had to swallow. Unfortunately, we were spotted by two of the bouncers
and I earned another twenty quid, which I was told was money well spent.
They told me to come and see them next time I visited. I bobbed and
nodded to them, having no intention of ever coming here again, let alone
getting a tummy full of protein out of it. I tottered back to find the
girls who were smirking at me. Ruth took the money?to put towards my
clothing fund, and I would need a lot more?because a sissy has to have
loads of revealing outfits.
I really began to wonder why I didn't let her call the police. At least
I hadn't been tattooed?yet, although my nipples were so sore with the
heavy rings pulling on them and which if the truth be told was also
causing my little clittie to feel hot and bothered stuck in its tube
until tomorrow when I got my enhanced milkshake.
For the final half an hour we danced again, my feet now feeling as if
they were on fire and to make things worse, Madge activated my vibrator,
something which I didn't appreciate until then could also extend in my
bum and when it pressed on my prostate, I felt sissy juice run into my
knickers and I squealed. The girls, of course, knew exactly what had
happened and fell about laughing.
Just before we left, one of the bouncers spoke with Madge, who nodded. I
was led away and into an office. I earned another fifty quid over the
next twenty minutes, which was given to Ruth who explained they had told
the bouncers I needed more clothes but didn't have money, so it was like
a sponsored cock-suck. My mouth felt like a cat's little tray only more
tender, and my tongue was sore. Madge gave me a brandy to drink and told
me to swish it round my tongue like a mouthwash?boy, did that sting on
my tongue. Then they took me home, where I staggered to my door on those
blessed heels.
"Wear your red shoes tomorrow," said Madge, "and leave the web cams on,
I'll tell you what else to wear in the morning. Goodnight, Robyn."
"Goodnight, Mithtweth," I said and bobbed before almost falling into my
house my feet and legs were so tired and sore.
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