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Dr. Cook's Sissy Clinic: The Beginning and Jade and Dean's Experience. By dirteesissy I gazed at Jade's bottom, as she raped her husband's ass with a 10" strap on cock. Her pounding of her sissy maid's hole, bordered on the extreme, somewhere between love and hate, she punished that sissy ass with long powerful strokes. Jade, dressed in just red thigh high P.V.C. boots and gauntlets of the same material, was making mincemeat of her hubby's derriere and I looked on with pride at my creation. Dean, or as Jade now demanded her better half be called Prissy, was dressed in a frilly French Maid's uniform. Made of pink satin and delicate lace fringing, it stood almost straight out at the waist, because of the petticoat worn underneath. Clearly visible was the six strap garter belt, holding up black seamed silk stockings, leading down to the pink 6" inch stiletto shoes and the pink silk French knickers around Prissy's ankles. As the Prissy took every inch of that dildo in its "pussy", I looked on with satisfaction; I'd done a good job with this sissifaction and could be well pleased with my work. Each thrust ended with Prissy's cry of pleasure, as Jade rode her Sissy Maid to the edge of its limits. Jade turned her head to me and said. "You've done a brilliant job of training my husband, Dr. Cook. I can't thank you enough for all your hard work! I always knew Prissy was meant for more than a boring job and a mediocre future as a Printer. From now on he can look forward to serving me and my friends as a Sissy maid! Dressed in the most girly of uniform's he can take pleasure in making my life easier and more fulfilled." I nodded my head in agreement, as Prissy looked over its lace encrusted shoulder, to seek reassurance from its Doctor. I smiled at its fate and reached under my white latex lab coat and into my panties. I was dripping wet from watching this kinky scene and wasted no time in masturbating my throbbing sex. "You deserve every moment of this, Prissy! Your wife needs some help around the home and you're tailor made to be a dominant woman's plaything. Jade has prepared your home for your return; she's turned your spare room into a sissy's paradise, all pink and frilly, with a wardrobe full of dresses for you! Drawers full of the most feminine of lingerie, to show off to your friends and family! Aren't you a lucky little girl?" Prissy tries to talk through its wife's panties that she's taped behind her hubby's lipstick coated lips and shoved halfway down her throat. Shaking her head, her face a bright shade of crimson, she tries to tell us something. I shake my head, gleefully, and explain what Jade and I have hatched for their homecoming. "No need to thank us Prissy, I know you want to show off your new found girly side, so we've invited your Mother and Sister round for afternoon tea! Jade has a lovely Lemon yellow maids dress all picked out for you, with a 3 tiered petticoat, to show off your cute white satin panties and white silk stockings! She's even had the word's "Jade's Sissy Maid" sown into the front of them, But not to worry your little thingy will be locked away from prying eyes from now on, an extra small chastity cage will make sure you have no more unsightly bulges in your pretty panties. After all, I'm sure you don't want your Mommy and Sister to know how much you love your girly Clothes!" Prissy's eyes bulge in panic and Jade choses this moment to reach under her sissys dress and begin to milk its tiny cock. When she'd contacted me about this journey for her husband, one of the main reasons she'd given me was his limp cock and her lack of orgasms, so her actions were poetic. She times each thrust to coincide with the deepest reach of that monstrous rubber cock and I feel the beginnings of my own climax as Jade details the final plans for her hubby's unveiling ceremony. "My Mother will also be in attendance, alongside my new boyfriend, Karl, to enjoy your humiliation and shame. Imagine your face as you explain to everyone there why you're dressed as a French Maid, made up like a whore and tottering on the most perilous of heels! Your obedience is expected and if you make any mistakes or you fail to obey any of my commands instantly, you'll be over my knee for a hard bare bottomed spanking!" I was frantically rubbing my sex for all my worth, as Jade began to pull that strap on all the way out, before ramming it all the way back in, over and over again, with all her considerable power. Each time she pushed that fake penis to its deepest point, she would wank Prissy's rock hard cock forward. She never drew her hand back, making her sissy husband weak with desire and longing for a proper orgasm. "I look forward to having you lick your Mothers heels clean, before you show her you're new room and all the pretty dresses, lingerie and make up I've got for you. Just when she looks as she can't take anymore, I'll tell her why you've moved out of our bedroom and into your new boudoir. After begging me to dress you in this manner, you've taken great pains to make sure I'm taken care of in the love making department, so you've invited, Karl, into the relationship to make sure I'm well satisfied! That's right, sissy, I'm going to cuckold you and I want everyone to know all about it! I want the world to know that your cock is useless and I need a real man's meat to satisfy me!" I begin to climax at this description; my cries of pleasure are soon echoed by Prissy's own climax. As I come round from that delicious wank, I see you've followed my example, but Jade doesn't let get off Scott free. She has you lick up your ejaculate from her hand; each glob of sticky come ends up in your eager mouth and down into your waiting belly. I know that this is what's best for you; it's what's best for all sissies. Dressed in frilly, girly clothes and shamed into obedience they deserve nothing more than humiliation and disgrace. The property of stern, demanding woman, who takes deep satisfaction in the control and discipline of the male. I watch on in amusement, as your wife, fits your chastity device around your shrivelled member and pulls up your lacy panties. She clips a collar and leash onto your neck, before she has you thank me for taking the time to train you. I smile as you are led to your fate, out of the door and through my reception area. My receptionist, Alyson, giggles at your shameful mode of dress and congratulates me on another job well done. "Ok, Alyson, that's finished with that one, who's next?" Chapter 1. Ok, let's go back to the beginning of my story. My name is Dr. Andrea Cook and I'm a licensed Psychiatrist. I specialize in couples therapy and sexual dysfunction. At 33 years old, I stand at 5' 6" tall in my stockined feet. I have long blonde hair, with bangs and dark blue eyes. My practice is unique as far as I know, you see I don't seek to reunite couples in the traditional sense; I never look to make sure that marriage returns to the pre problem status quo. When the wife, girlfriend or occasional Mother, uses my services, it's because she sees no future in the relationship as it stands. You see, I take that pathetic male in hand and remould it into something useful. A frilly, girly, cocksucking sissy Maid! Trained to obey every command, by any woman it meets, no matter how degrading and unwelcome, it becomes a useful member of society. Dressed in the most feminine of clothes, with lingerie to match, I train the male out of it, till all that's left is the sissy. This is most extreme of fates for a male and is not for the fainthearted of woman, but if you're at your wits ends and can take no more of its deceits and excuses, I can find some use for your man. It all started when I was at medical school, when I was training to become a doctor. My parents were moderately well off, but when they died suddenly, I was left with not just my grief, but crippling bills to pay, as they had been helping with my tuition and weekly bills. With the hours I had to put in at school, not to mention the studying, I had precious little time for a part time job and I could see no choice but to drop out. After one of the nurses, Alyson caught me crying over the latest round of past due bills in the doctor's lounge at the hospital, she suggested a possible solution and it wasn't long before I found myself at her apartment sharing a bottle of wine and telling her everything. She comforted me as I cried when I told her about my parents and I found myself telling her all about them. After my tears dried up she told me that she could help me out with my money problems, if was open minded and discrete. I'd noticed that her apartment was twice the size of mine and decorated in the most expensive taste, but she explained that she earned her money working a part time job. I asked what could possibly pay so well as to be able to pay for all this and still leave time enough for her nursing job. She smiled and went to get her laptop. As she logged on and connected to a web page, she asked me to keep all that I heard and saw here tonight to myself and I nodded in agreement. She passed me the laptop and when I saw what was on screen I nearly dropped it. The site was called Highspikes.com and it was clearly a fetish site. Alyson explained that it catered for submissive people looking to meet dominants willing to control them and make them submit to discipline. I was no prude and told her I was aware of such individuals, in fact we'd recently covered sexual deviances' in med school, but I failed to understand her point. She had me scroll down until I found a "dungeon" called Nurse Alyson's School for Naughty Boy's. I clicked on the page and gasped in surprise as I saw Alyson in one of the pictures. She was dressed as a nurse, but in the most revealing of outfits. She wore white fishnet hold up stockings, with red patent leather shoes on her feet and bright red P.V.C. panties. I could clearly see her underwear, as her white latex nurse's outfit, barely reached her waist. She wore red latex gloves, but unlike real hospital gloves, these reached past her elbows. She held a wicked looking cane in her gloved hands and had a nasty looking grin on her face. Alyson reached over and clicked on the prompt and we were redirected to her own page, where she showed me her services and her prices. I nearly gasped out loud as I saw how much she charged just for a 1 hour session. "I don't do sex. I'm not a prostitute; I just help men and the occasional woman, act out a fantasy. Often they are too ashamed to ask a partner to act out the scene, but need to try it out or go mad. I act much like you will when you fix a patients problem with therapy, but I'm much more hands on in my sessions!" As she told me more about her activities, I began to calm down and even ask her questions. After she explained one particular common fantasy, I giggled at her description of dressing men in woman's clothes, before punishing them for it. I couldn't seem to grasp that some men needed to be dressed as women, but they also wanted to be punished for it. "It's called Forced Fem. They really want to dress in woman's clothes and to be turned into a sissy, but there ashamed of their urges, so they pretend that I force them into the clothing. By taking away their choice it allows them to be feminized and then punished for their addiction." To illustrate her point she opened up a movie she'd made of one of her recent sessions. In it, she led a naked man in his mid-thirty's into what looked like a hospital exam room, Alyson was dressed much like her photos online and she explained that most of her clients wanted her dressed like that. She explained that, although she didn't sexually stimulate her clients, she did seek to create an atmosphere of titillation and eroticism. I watched with rapt attention as she slapped this man hard across his face, before pushing him down on to the room's exam table. She tied his arms to the table with white rubber tubing and had him put his legs in stirrup's, which came from the end of the bed. Wheeling a stand over to his side, I saw her give the man an enema, much like we would give to a constipated patient at work. As his stomach distended with the liquid being pumped into his rectum, she warned him that if he spilled a single drop he would be cleaning up his mess before receiving a bare bottom caning. Over the next several minutes he took that enema deep inside himself, but Alyson was not idle, as he sweated and whimpered. Using the cane she had threatened him with earlier she began to cane his thighs. First lightly, but then with more gusto, she quickly turned his skin a bright shade of red. After the enema bag was finally empty, she untied him and helped him waddle over to a waiting toilet to void his distended bowels. "Emptying out a sissy slut like this is an important first step, before his clothing, as it establishes a relationship of control and submission. Look at his relief as he empty's his bowels! Time to fill his waiting hole!" It was at this point I realised I was enjoying this spectacle. I'd never been one for watching much pornography, as I found it degrading for the women involved, but this movie had the female clearly calling the shots. For the first time since my parents' death I began to feel a stirring in my sex, but I was unprepared for the next step. Bending him over the toilet, she took a bright pink butt plug from the shelf, coated it with Vaseline and rammed it up his now empty bottom. To add to his discomfit, she picked up her cane and began to beat his behind once again. As each stroke reddened his globes she had him thank her for putting a nice big butt plug up his bum and how much he liked it. I glanced at Alyson, but she was as enthralled at the images as me, so I took this chance to reach under the laptop and out of her sight, began rubbing my wet pussy through my nylon panties. "Time to rob him of his manhood completely!" I nearly fainted as Alyson began to dress the man in the most girly of clothes imaginable, but not just any clothes, she was clearly dressing him as a baby girl! She started by sitting him back on the examination table and having him lie on his back with his legs in the air, before powdering his glowing bottom. It was the next item of clothing that nearly finished me off, a pink disposable diaper, with a picture of Barbie on the front! I couldn't believe my eyes as Alyson taped him in to that diaper, but he was obviously enjoying it as his cock stood up to full attention, under the stern gaze of his corrective nurse. Next came some of the most ridiculous looking panties I'd ever seen. Made of frilly white silk, with rows and rows of ruffles covering the behind, she drew them slowly up his hairless legs and settled them on to his waiting diapered behind. They were elasticated at the waist and the leg holes. The insides were lined with waterproof material, to stop any unexpected leaks, explained Alyson. Next came a pair of frilly white ankle socks, edged with lace and a pair of white patent leather Mary Jane's. Each of his feet were covered, before a white silk, befrilled, chemise was lowered over his head. Helping him to his feet, Alyson remarked that he looked pathetic and wondered what his employees would say if they could see him now? "I know you're a real bully at that law firm you work at and I bet your colleagues would love to see there domineering boss dressed as a sissy baby! Maybe I should call your wife and family too, just to be complete, eh sissy? Don't want them to miss out on all the fun, do we?" He simpered and begged her not to tell, but she told him that everyone would soon know what a sissy he was. As he whimpered in what appeared to be a mixture of shame and desire, Alyson bought over a set of petticoats. They clearly rustled as he stepped into the powder blue, lacy confection, but it wasn't until she tied them around his waist and locked them on to him that he rebelled. He yelled horse rider for some reason, but Alyson just smiled. Telling him that safe words wouldn't save him from his fate, she slapped him and told him to take his well-deserved punishment. He attempted to storm out, but at this point the door opened and a young dark haired woman, dressed in a business suit, with towering high heels, strode in. The man screeched to a halt and turned a bright shade of red, as this confident young woman grinned at the sight in front of her. "That's his secretary from work. She'd over heard him booking this appointment and after investigating had contacted me to find what her nasty, bullying boss wanted with me! I explained what he'd asked me to do for him and invited her over to watch. Look, I'm pointing to some cameras that I'd placed out of sight and telling him his secretary will be getting a copy, so he better do as she says from now on or she'll email it to all his friends and family!" Alyson sat back as, Claire, the secretary helped him in to the most spectacular dress I'd ever seen. It was the type of dress a little girl might wear to a party, but it was clearly meant for a 2 year old and sized to fit a full grown man. Made of bridal satin and covered in small, delicate light pink roses, it barely reached past his knee, but because of the petticoat he wore it stood straight out from his waist. After settling the dress onto the petticoat, Claire buttoned up the back of the silky dress, before using a small padlock to make sure he couldn't get out of his girly prison. A light pink sash was tied at the back of the dress, into a lovely bow, finishing off the dress to perfection. Alyson pulled the sissy girl over to a vanity table and with a light touch, made up the sissy. Some shiny lip gloss and a hint of blusher smoothed out any rough edges. Next a baby bonnet was produced by Alyson, much to the dismay of the sissy. Made of layers and layers of white lace, it could only be for a real sissy baby, as no real baby girl would ever be seen dressed in such a confection. By this point the diapered man had given up any pretence of resistance to his fate and Claire placed it on his head without a peep from him. "Watch this Andrea. It's time for baby's dummy!" Like everything else so far this piece of equipment was no ordinary baby attire. Bright pink in colour, the teat was shaped like an erect penis, perhaps 5" long, but very thick, with an attached ribbon. He swallowed every inch of that fake cock, before Alyson tied the ribbon around baby's head, to stop him spitting it out. The final piece of clothing Claire dressed her boss with was a pair of dainty lace fingerless gloves. "Here Andrea, let me help you with your little problem." I looked across at Alyson with hunger in my eyes, as she reached her hand across the sofa and began to caress my nylon covered leg. I was so turned on by the sights on the screen and I needed that touch badly, so when Alyson's hand wormed its way up my thigh, past my stocking tops and into my panties, I allowed her to continue without pause. I'd experimented with other women, sexually, before in college, but this was the first time in many years I'd had a sexual encounter with another woman. As my kinky colleague began to feel me up and make my already soaking wet pussy run even faster, she told me to watch this next bit very carefully. Claire had attached some kind of reins to the sissy baby and was getting ready to leave Alyson's exam room. I thought the fun was over, but she told me the best was yet to come. The picture cut out for a minute before reappearing in a different location. It looked like the conference room of a lawyer's office, with large glass windows looking out on to a view of the city. A long mahogany table ran the length of the room with perhaps 20 high backed chairs arranged around the length of the table. The room was unoccupied, except for the star of our show. He'd been tied to 1 of the chairs, very tightly, with what appeared to be electrical cable. He struggled with all his strength to get free, but was having no luck. Suddenly he went rigid as several voices could be heard, coming towards the room. The large double doors opened and in stepped Claire, who shouted "TA-DAR!" at the top of her voice. In walked 3 ladies of varying ages. The youngest appeared to be around 18 and she was a raven haired beauty. Dressed in a short, very tight, black leather skirt and a white silk blouse, she burst into laughter at the sight in front of her. Her ample breasts, bounced in her bra, as she took great delight in examining the sissy in front of her. Her long legs ended with her stiletto heeled feet and were shiny black patent leather, with 5" heels. The next lady was, perhaps, in her late twenties, with long blonde hair and classically beautiful face. She wore a power suit of grey charcoal with trousers and the highest of high heels. She took the view in with a tight smile on her face, as though she wasn't surprised at the obviously babified male tied up in front of her. The final lady had the most damning reaction. She appeared to be in her late forties, but was superbly youthful for it. Dressed in a figure hugging red silk dress, her magnificent bosom almost spilled out of the plunging neckline. After a moment of stunned shock, she raced over to the sissy baby, in her towering red stiletto heels and began to repeatedly slap the face of the bonneted man. "That's his wife, Helen, and senior partner of their law firm. Imagine finding out your hubby's nothing, but a big diaper wearing sissy! He deserves every slap his getting and more besides! The younger lady is his step-daughter, Chloe, who he's been secretly fucking for the last few years. His been blackmailing her into sex, after he found out about some money she'd diverted from one of Mommy's accounts and she hates him for it. She knows now that no one will believe anything that he says now and that, as the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold! The blonde is his main rival in the firm, Yvonne. He's been stealing her work and passing it off as hers for a while, knowing that his wife would never believe what he's been up to. Time for a shake-up at work and home it seems." I watch with rapt attention as the scene unfolds. After his wife finally stops slapping her husband, she begins to take in her husband's attire and the other ladies join her to explore his outfit. As they run their hands over the silky dress, Chloe is the first one to discover his diapered bottom, even going so far as to reach inside to find his throbbing cock nestled in his soft prison. She draws everyone's attention to his shameful state and the lady's point and laugh at him. "You see Andrea; most sissies are turned on by humiliation and public revelations! Even though he knows that his secret is out, he can't help but to be turned on by the situation and as each lady heaps scorn on his feminized state he becomes more and more erect in his soft silky prison! That's why I love my job. I get to play out all my frustrations on some pathetic guy, humiliating and degrading him and he keeps coming back for more! He even pays me for the pleasure. Imagine that prick at work, Dr. Smalling, who's forever trying it on with anything in a skirt, as you dress him in some sexy lingerie and a pretty dress. Imagine him at your feet licking your shoes in supplication, as he begs you to cane him! You tie him to a chair, bent over, his skirt up his back and his garter belt and silk stockings on display, his pink frilly panties down around his ankles, as you beat his girly ass! After you beat every ounce of masculinity out of that insufferable shit, you make him really scream in pain, time for the strap on!" I whimper in pleasure as the triple effect of Alyson's words, her marvellous hand and the sights on the screen make me come closer to my orgasm. I begin to think I can do this, be a medical student by day and a dominant woman by night. Making men's perverted fantasies a reality and making them pay for the privilege of my time. By now the ladies on the screen had untied their sissy baby and were arguing over who got to deliver the first punishment to its deserving bottom. After drawing straws, Chloe, was picked to give the sissy a well- deserved bare bottom spanking. Sitting on one of the high backed chairs she had her step-father lower his diaper and frilly panties, before laying himself across her lap. Claire took this chance to point out the butt plug that had been rammed up his ass earlier. Helen called him a pervert and a panty boy, before having Chloe spank his bottom, in the most strict and painful way. The ladies looked on as she built up a rhythm on his derriere, each slap reddening his cheeks more and more. After a few minutes of that beating the sissy even had the affront to begin crying and kicking his legs in shame, but it was far too late for any sympathy and forgiveness. I could tell each of the ladies present knew that he deserved to be beaten for his misdeeds. By the end of that beating that sissy was a quivering wreck, but his final punishment was still to come. Claire produced an enormous strap on, easily 8" long and 2" thick. This time there was no argument, as Helen grabbed that monster. Her sissy husband looked on with tear filled eyes as she removed her dress and pulled that cock over her black silk French knickers. She wore no bra and she didn't need to with those massive teats, which were obviously aided by some excellent cosmetic work. With a little help from Yvonne, she pulled the harness over her black nylon hold stockings and nestled that phallus in place. She towered over her sissy husband in her stiletto heels and he looked at her in trepidation. She had Claire and Chloe, drag him face first over that conference table, as she got into position to fuck her husband silly and they held his hands for his debasement. Yvonne pulled out the butt plug with a plop and dropped it on the table right in his eye line, much to the amusement of the gathered ladies. "This is the ultimate in power, Andrea! A dirty little sissy bent over and waiting for your cock, his pussy ready to be filled with your meat and to be made into a real girl! Head down, ass up, this is how we like to fuck!" I watched in awe as this wronged woman retook her dignity from this pathetic excuse of a man and I knew that I wanted to be doing this to some deserving sissy. Helen pounded away at that hole until he fainted away from the pleasure and pain and when they rolled him from the table you could clearly see he'd ejaculated all over the desk. I turned to Alyson and told her my decision, meaning every word. "Nothing would give me greater satisfaction than too join you in this endeavour. Teach me what to do and I'll show these girly boys what a real woman is. Not some pathetic imitation, with a cock in her panties, but a stern demanding female who'll take them in hand and make them into simpering little nancy boys! I want to see some young guy dressed in the most outrageous of clothes, kneeling at my feet and begging to be fucked up his ass by my huge strap on!" It was at this moment I came all over Alyson's hand in huge orgasm. She leaned over and began to kiss me deeply, pushing her probing tongue into every inch of my willing mouth, before having me lick my juices from her skilled hands. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!" Chapter 2. The next few months were a whirlwind of training and experimentation, both at the hospital and at Alyson's hands, as she trained me to be a Professional Dominant. At first I just observed some of her sessions, dressed in the most revealing of garments, I looked on as she meted out her discipline to the willing submissives. She explained that although there was no chance of sex happening, you still wanted to promote an atmosphere of sexual tension, so she dressed provocatively. Dressing as a kinky nurse, much as I'd seen in her advert online and in that divine movie, she looked so hot, but she had me dress as a kinky doctor. White P.V.C. lab coat covered a red pair of panties made from the same material. I wore no bra, but rather had Band Aids covering my nipples. My feet were covered by the highest of stiletto heels, red so as to match my other items of clothing. I had my trusty stethoscope wrapped round my neck, just as at work to complete the look. I observed many sessions, clipboard in hand, taking notes on how Alyson treated each of her "patients". Each came in with a different scenario, but they all really wanted the same thing. To be made to feel like an abject piece of dirt, by an indifferent woman and yet to be cared for in the most intimate way. To be dressed, humiliated and degraded by a demanding Mistress, they fulfilled some deep seated desire and I soon realised, that inside each so called "Powerful Man", lurked the mind of a depraved and perverted little boy eager to be chastised. The first time I joined in with one of her sessions; it was to cane this sissy maid's ass. As I beat that lingerie clad man I felt what true power is and when I finished and that thing thanked me for its beating, before licking my shoes in supplication, I was hooked into this lifestyle. By this point I'd moved into Alyson's apartment and her bed. I'd seen what men were really good for, to cringe at our feet dressed in frillies, licking our feet and begging to be our willing slaves and I no longer wanted or needed there attentions. I'd always had Lesbian tendencies, but seeing so many men in this new way, taught me to forget the male and enjoy the female. Returning home after each session we'd barely make it to the bedroom before we'd tear off each other's clothes and fuck each other silly. At work people noticed the change in my personality, even going so far as to comment that I must have a new man in my life. I would smile and remember the previous night's session, as Alyson made the new man in my life squeal in pain, as she beat his panty covered ass. Later that night, I soloed. Alyson gave me a first timer, who wouldn't know what to expect, but I vowed to give it a night it would never forget! Its name was Marc, but I told him I didn't care. He was just a dirty little sissy girl and didn't deserve a name. I dressed him as a total slut, tiny black leather skirt, a see through red blouse, crotchless red frilly panties, black garter belt holding up cheap black nylons, laddered, her bra was clearly visible threw her blouse and I'd given her massive 36 DD breast forms. Her stiletto heels were far too high for her and she tottered about, barely managing to move without falling. She wore cheap jewellery, of the tackiest kind and I'd made her up like a young girl would playing with Mommy's make up for the first time. Her outfit was completed by a nasty fake red leather clutch bag, with some cheap cigarettes, a lighter, lipstick and a dozen condoms. I'd dressed in normal clothes, but with the sexist of lingerie underneath and the highest heels on my feet. You see this girly wanted to be publicly humiliated and we were going on an excursion to fulfil its every perverted desire. I'd spent some considerable thought into planning out this scenario, after Alyson had told me about its fantasies and kink's. We headed out to my car and drove into town, heading for the red light area. As we got closer I could see the fear bubble to the surface on her slutty looking face, taking its hand I explained the facts of life to her. "There's no point in getting cold feet now, sissy! You asked for this and you're going to get it! The only way you're going to get your car keys, identification and clothes back is if you earn ?500 tonight on your back and give it me, as your pimp. You'll be sucking and fucking all night to make that kind of money on the street, but never mind I'm sure you're up to it!" I left him on the kerb; his big eyes watching me leave him high and dry, sobbing in shame. I drove a few miles down the road and parked up, before getting a cab back to the red light district. I'd rented a room overlooking the street he was working and covertly videoed his every punter. Over the following 8 hours that sissy slut fucked and sucked his way through half of London's trannie seeking men. I left it to it in the early hours and headed back to the dungeon to wait for his return. I'd been masturbating to the sissies little video for some time and had bought myself off twice, when I heard the doorbell ring. Turning off the movie I went and let the slut in and took in the sight of a well fucked sissy. Its makeup was ruined and her already ripped nylons were little more than tatters hanging from her legs, but the worst thing about her were the come running down the backs of its thighs from her well used ass. She gingerly handed me her earnings and thanked me for the experience. "It's not over yet slut! Get on your knees and lick my shoes! I've got a little movie for you to watch." We watched that movie together in rapt attention and I openly laughed at its many encounters. I soon began to openly masturbate as the slut took all comers, in both her willing holes. I told her that I'd made copies for all her friends and family, but would hold off on sending them if she did me one favour. She begged me not to embarrass her and asked what she had to do? "From now on I expect you out there every week, earning me money as your owner and fulfilling your role in life. You were born to suck cock. On your knees in the gutter, just to make money for your betters! You're a disgrace to your family and the only thing that will keep me from revealing your filthy habit will be the ?500 you make as my bitch every weekend! From now on you'll have to be a sucking and fucking machine or your Mother and Father, Brother and Sister's will know the truth! Now get out of here, but make sure to be back at this time next week or they'll be hell to pay!" He ran from the dungeon, a shaking wreck of a man, but I knew he'd be back next week with my money and a come stained body. He has since become one of my most satisfied clients, even to the point that he wanted to go full time at his chosen profession. I explained that I'd only allow it if he outed himself to his family and broke all ties to his previous life. I waited outside in my car as he told his loving family that he'd quit his job to become a sissy street whore. I heard the horrified screams and shouts as he left his home for the last time, with nothing more than a suitcase full of slutty clothes and lingerie. I moved him into a low rent dive and took nearly every penny he earned off him, minus rent, food and slutty clothing expenses. He makes me nearly ?2000 a week and he's blissfully happy as a sissy street whore. The next few years were a constant torrent of daytime exams and nightime sissifaction. I'd spend every spare moment fucking the brains out of my super-hot girlfriend, even in front of our clients at times, especially when we did joint sessions. The best was when we were contacted by a Head teacher from local all girl's school. He'd been having unclean thoughts about the underage girls in his care for some time and spying on them whilst changing. He was imagining sexually using these young girls, which had been left in his safe keeping and hoped we could make change his ways. We proposed to teach him a lesson of real education and indoctrination. We dressed him as one of his precious schoolgirls, a short grey pleated wool skirt with garter belt and black silk seemed stockings underneath. His panties were full cut, made of black silk and lace edged. He wore a sheer white blouse to show off his black long line bra, with breast forms inside giving him 34C breasts. His blazer was powder blue with gold edging and sported the badge of his own school. We'd given him pigtails and these poked out from the sides of a cute straw boater hat, perched on his head. To make him totally dependent on us, we'd fitted black 7" patent leather ballet shoes onto his feet and locked them on. His only make up we allowed him, was some light pink lipstick and some freckles we'd drawn onto his face. Alyson and I were dressed in the traditional black gowns and mortarboards, of the 1950's boarding school teacher. We wore identical red rubber corsets underneath, heavily boned and with fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings, skin toned and Cuban heeled, these were held up by 6 tabs running down from the corsets. Red rubber panties covered our pussies, but over them we had enormous strap on's sticking out from our crotches, 10" long and 3" wide they would make any sissy worry, let alone this pathetic loser. Red patent leather 6" platform shoes added to our towering over this little man. We wore no brassiere's as we knew this sissy wouldn't be interested in our full woman's breasts, he preferred the teenagers pert small mounds. We'd taken him to his own school during the weekend, to the scene of the crime so to speak, after quizzing him as to who would be there. The onsite caretaker and his wife had gone away for a family funeral in Scotland and none of the teacher's had booked any of the facility's for the use of the student body. After dressing the perv in his own school uniform, we'd decided to teach him why teachers shouldn't lust after their underage charges. We started in his own office, with a hard birching. I'd noticed some thorny birch tree just outside the main gates, so Alyson and I had made birch bundles, each a dozen rods thick and tied with school ties. We took turns beating that loser until all the thorns were ripped off the twigs and our sissy schoolgirl was a blubbering mess of tears, making sure to have him thank us for the consideration. Our next stop was the nurse's room to treat sissies, poor red bottom. When we told it where we going, it fell to the floor and kissed our shoes in gratitude. The gratitude didn't last long, however, when we used Deep Heat to treat his scarlet rear. I made special notice to make sure to rub his cock and balls, as well as pushing it deep in to his bottom. For those who don't know, Deep Heat is very painful when applied to sensitive areas and our nasty schoolgirl spent the next 20 minutes hopping around in agony, as we looked on in pleasure at its well-deserved punishment. Our next port of call was the main supply room, where a red faced sissy schoolgirl explained that this was the site of its nasty antics. Our rapidly more attentive guide showed us to his spy hole, I looked through and saw the girls changing rooms, becoming incensed at its effrontery, I slapped the sissy hard round the face, not once or twice, but for three resounding slap's. I was furious with it and meant to make it pay in kind. Alyson roughly grabbed its ear and dragged into the locker room, barely keeping up on its towering ballet shoes. "Spying on young girls is a very serious crime, even for a horrible pervert like you! I bet you wanked yourself silly watching all the pretty girls getting naked, showering together and dressing in their pretty undies! I remember my days at an all girl's school like this one, all those hormones' making you horny and no guys to fuck. Do you know what we did to get off, sissy boy? We'd fuck each other, all girls together in the showers, kissing licking and rubbing each other's pussy's till we came in a giant heap! Did you see something like that happen? Your precious, pure, angelic schoolgirls nothing, but lesbian whores! You've got no problems like that though, do you? Your teacher's have got lovely big cock's to fill your hungry holes, so get on your hands and knees for your fucking!" I let Alyson have the first crack at this slut's pussy; I wanted its nasty mouth. Alyson lubed up that massive cock, with some handy Vaseline and began to enter his tight hole. Ever so slowly she worked her way into that waiting orifice, as I watched every thrust show on our sissies face. After 5 minutes work, she'd only managed to get half of it in, but I loved every minute of its shame and horror. Being fucked like a slut he was in agony, but that didn't stop his pecker from rising to attention and I noted he seemed to like his teacher's cock. After a couple more minutes Alyson managed to find some more room in that tight little ass of his and buried every inch into its well-used receptacle. As Alyson fucked that little sissy good, I noticed something in one of the mirror's on the front of the lockers. We weren't alone; a woman in her early forties was watching our every move with rapt attention. She was dressed casually in jeans and a blue blouse, but it was what she was doing with her right hand I was more concerned with. She was clearly masturbating as she watched us deal with this sissy schoolgirl, cock in its ass it was grunting in pleasure now as Alyson fucked it with abandon. I decided to complete the tableau, for our horny peeping tom by forcing my cock as far down its throat as possible and spit roasting the sissy. For the next several minutes we showed that perv what for, battering his behind for so long Alyson decided to change her approach and slowed down her buggery, till our beloved head teacher began to thrust himself back onto her cock. He was fucking himself harder and harder as he gagged on my cock, slurping and deep throating my meat. I was barely able to keep a straight face, as I joked to Alyson that our schoolgirl sissy slut was a real cockhound. We laughed at the sissy and I spied our observer talking on the phone to someone. I just hoped it wasn't the police, as I knew we would have a hard time explaining what we were doing on school property. We continued for a few more minutes before becoming bored with sissies' responses, so we pulled out of sissies holes with a wet plopping sound and our slut collapsed to the floor in a well-used heap. Hauling the feminized man onto his feet, we pushed him through some double doors and into the girl's gym. Alyson declared a beating was in order for the privilege of taking our cocks and the sissies face fell as he realised another thrashing was coming, but I thought a little bondage was in order to add to his discipline. I'd spied a vaulting horse and decided to put it to good use. Grabbing a handful of skipping ropes from the supply closet, I tied him face down to the gym equipment, before pulling Alyson aside to tell her about our spy. She'd also spotted our audience, but had managed to catch part of the conversation on the phone. Apparently she'd invited a friend to come and watch the kinky shit that was going on in the school. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realised we'd dodged a bullet and weren't about to be arrested, but could expect company soon, so we decided to get on with it and give our guests a worthwhile show. I found a couple of Ping Pong paddles in the storage closet and we decided to once again double team his still glowing bottom, like we'd done with his birching. I took his right cheek and Alyson his left, each of us rubbing his well-marked globes. We began to time our strikes so there was no let-up in the blows. As I struck and pulled back ready to strike again she would be landing her blow. Within moments our big strong man was howling like a baby and this was how our spy and her friend found us. "What's going on here? What are you doing on private property, dressed like that and acting like sexual deviants? This is Lynsey Kenzie, the caretaker's wife and I'm Mrs. Allsop the head masters wife. I demand to know what's going on here." This was perfect and I quickly stepped forward to explain that a male teacher from this school had contacted us about urges and fantasies he'd begun to have about the young girl's at the school. We explained that we are experts in behaviour modification and control of the male sexual drive and were attempting to remove the urges from him by use of extreme deterrence therapy. I pointed at our sissy schoolgirl and told them about the peephole he'd drilled into the girl's locker room to spy on the girls and masturbate. Our plan was to turn this whole school into a negative sexual zone, so that when he had a desire or urge he would remember the beatings and the fuckings he'd received at our hands and be able to control himself. Mrs. Allsop told us that her husband would fire anyone of his staff acting inappropriately with any of the girls and I should feel free to reveal the identity of the pervert, so that she could tell him. With a big smile on my face I lifted the head of our panty boy and Mrs. Allsop screamed in shock, as she recognised her once powerful husband. Red faced and in a low pleading voice her hubby begged for forgiveness, but from the look on her face I knew none would be forthcoming. After she took a few moments to gather herself, she asked us to continue with the beating of her husband's ass. "If you don't mind waiting here for a bit, Lynsey and I will return shortly to watch my clearly deserving husband get his comeuppance. I'm sure you'll use and abuse him as he so richly deserves! If only your poor terrified pupils could see you now, dressed like a girly slut and being beaten for your transgressions! " We set up our rhythm again with the bats and soon had the sissy crying like a girl, as his wife and her friend left. We speculated that his future wouldn't be so bright now his wife and her best friend knew his dirty little secret. I bet she divorces him and cleans him out completely, I guessed before Alyson remarked he'd be lucky to get off so lightly and maybe she'd call the police on him and he'd spend the next years in prison being raped by a big muscle bound bank robber and all his pals. After all she said, all it took these days was an accusation to convict a male teacher and have him sent away for years! It was at this point that Mrs. Allsop and Mrs. Kenzie re-entered the gym clothed a little differently from the everyday street clothes they'd been dressed in before. Both were dressed remarkably like our sissy girl, minus the ballet shoes on their black fishnet stocking covered feet. Instead they wore 4" stiletto heels and both were dangerously sexy. They both carried thin whippy crops in their hands, just like a jockey would use to whip a slow moving horse. Mrs. Allsop launched into a speech, as her friend took up position next to her and casually reached into her panties and began to finger her bottom! "I don't know how to tell you darling, but I'm leaving you! I'm going to be moving in with Lynsey at the caretakers lodge, her at school. You see we've been having an affair for some time now and know seems to be the perfect time to leave. Lynsey's husband isn't really at a family funeral, but has been kicked out by us so we can be together. You see we love to dress as naughty lesbian schoolgirl's and screw each other silly! You don't mind if I come to work here at the school do you, so I can keep an eye on you? You can sack your nasty old secretary and I can take her place. Lynsey and I can keep you under control and on your best behaviour, so you don't do anything illegal. Every morning after you serve us breakfast in bed, dressed as sissy maid, we'll dress you just like you are now and smuggle you into your office. We'll tie you spread- eagled over your desk, your pretty underwear on show for anyone to see if they walk through the door! You better hope I don't need many potty breaks, as anyone could walk in and see you! Every so often one of us will come in and give you a juicy caning, but we'll have to gag you so no one hears you screams, how about a pair of our dirty panties stuffed in that pretty mouth of yours?" I was shocked at these kinky plans being put forward by these clean looking cut woman. I looked her over as a potential fuck and began to be turned on by her. Mrs. Allsop was a little overweight, but was still seriously sexy. Her perfect grammar made her sound like posh totty and I was soaking wet as I listened to her plan for her husband's future. Her companion however sound like south London, but even so her body was taut and lithe. All except for her gigantic boobs, they were the biggest I'd ever seen outside of a porn magazine and as I checked out her rack I noticed her smiling at me. I smiled back as I continued the beating of our sissy schoolgirl. "After school you can get yourself home sharpish and dressed once again as our French Maid, you'll cook our meal before doing any house work. We going to sell our house and I'll keep the money, as well as your salary, after all you'll be too busy to spend money being our live in sissy slave! The only money you'll need is for your lingerie and girly clothes, satins, silks and lace don't come cheap you know. If you're really good though we'll give you a special surprise at the end each day, but only if you've been especially good. We'll all dress as we are now, as naughty lesbian schoolgirls, all pretty and silky we'll spend the night fucking ourselves silly! The thing is though you like to watch, don't you? So maybe you should watch as we fuck, but we don't want to be put off by your cock, after all lesbians don't have one of those does they? I know we'll tie you to a chair and you can watch as we pleasure each other over and over, as you suck on a panty gag, we'll be sucking on each other's pussies! Sounds great doesn't it? Just nod your head and we'll start as soon as you're finished here! Go on sissy you know you want to!" No sissy worth his breath could turn down an offer like that and through the sobs I see him nod his head in abject surrender, to be used by these hot dominant women. Time for one last hurrah before we leave and let these kinky woman take control of a truly pathetic human being, for as long as they can stand it. I coat my cock with a dollop of Vaseline and mount his ass, with my cock. Alyson's fucking from earlier has opened him up completely and I'm able to quickly reach a punishing rhythm. I begin to take him with broad deep strokes and I soon have him moaning in pleasure. His wife and her girlfriend look on with rapt gazes as I sodimize his gaping hole. The two lesbians are masturbating each other to the sight of my fucking and I love every moment of it. I whisper in the sissies' ear that his wife is dirty whore, wanking her friend off and being wanked off by her, in front of total strangers. I tell her that I'm going to invite them round to our place, tie them up, beat their naughty bottoms for being such sluts and rape them with my cock, till they can't take any more. I feel you spurt your load and I know are time here is at an end, so we take our leave as your wife starts to beat your ass with her cane. No rest for the wicked, hey. Chapter 3. By the time I graduate from medical school and can begin to practice Psychiatry, I've long lost interest in the subject beyond its use in dealing with sissies. Alyson and I have amassed quite a fortune by know, well over a ?2 million combined so we decided to open a very specialist clinic, to indulge in our fetishistic desires. A clinic whose sole purpose is to feminize and sissify the male, in every shape and form and to facilitate that dream we buy an old disused medical centre in London and turn it into a house of sissifaction. With more than a dozen rooms, we can turn each into a particular setting and have storage for thousands of items of lingerie, dresses, outfits, costumes and equipment besides. We're soon London's premier sissy emporium and training centre, with a thriving online shop to buy ready- made or one of a kind dresses and lingerie. Using our network of slaves to make and craft our outrageous outfits, were soon shipping to sissies around the world. Many of our old clients continue to visit us for brief or short stay's, but we soon begin to attract a different cliental. Husbands and boyfriends, are bought to us by their wives and girlfriends after being caught cheating on them or taking liberties with their well-earned money. Sons, step-sons, nephews and grandsons, are bought to us when they've been caught one too many times in Mommy's lingerie, or they've stopped obeying their elders, like good boys. We take great pleasure in training these yobs and scallywags, removing there rough edges, before smoothing out there personalities. We take as much time as is necessary to change them into fairy boys, limp-wristed pansy and sissies for their demanding female betters. Unlike the short or brief stays, many of these jobs can take weeks and sometimes even months, so we charge anywhere from ?25000 to ?50000. We've gotten so many jobs like this recently, mainly through word of mouth that we've had to build an ancillary building to house the long term projects and bring in specially trained guards to watch over them all. I contacted an old friend of Alyson's to help out and she eagerly accepted our offer to join. Do you remember Claire, the secretary from the movie we'd watched that first night round Alyson's, well she'd never forgotten the rush of helping sissify her boss and when we offered her double her present salary to humiliate and degrade men she leapt in with both feet. She also bought Chloe, her bosses' step-daughter, with her. She took a great deal more training to bring out her dominant side, but after the way she'd been used and abused by her step-father, she despised all men. In the first week of her new role with us, she found her niche. She'd been a marathon runner for many years and had great endurance because of this, so when she disciplined a naughty sissy, she could literally cane for hours at a time, without running out of steam. I watched in awe as she beat a sissy new to the program, which hadn't curtsied when she'd entered the room, to a quivering pulp. His bottom was so damaged that any further punishment from that point on simply opened the wounds she'd created. Word quickly spread not to find yourself under the cane of Mistress Chloe, so we turned her into our punishment nurse at the clinic. Claire found her niche as our resident nanny, babifying some of the most difficult of cases and loving every moment of it. I remember when one scallywag who could take any beating given, even one by Chloe, mouthed off to me for the last time, so we sent him to Nanny Claire for some heavy humiliation. 2 weeks in diapers and baby bonnets, only being allowed to pee in his diaper and daily enemas to keep any smelly loads from filling up his pink diapers and pretty panties. Dressed in a frilly baby dress, petticoats showing the world his pee filled diaper broke him and we soon had him in sissy maid training, so he could be returned to his step-mother to serve her as a live in maid. Somehow during this time, the Home Office found out about are success rate training reluctant males and they contacted us to see if we could deal with some of the most serious of sexual offenders, which were clogging up the prisons. The first test case we handled was a serial rapist named McDonald. When he arrived he took to looking us over like pieces of meat and you could see he was looking forward to getting one of us alone, so I drugged his first meal and while he was unconscious, I fitted him with a solid Titanium chastity cage and super glued the lock shut. When he came to he screamed bloody murder, threatening us with violence, but he soon became louder still. Using the largest strap on's we could find we raped his ass for hours at a time, day in day out, only stopping for canings. After each rape we'd offer him the chance to make it stop, all he had to do was to beg us to put him in some frilly pink panties. We'd dangle the gossamer confections in front of his face, whispering into his ear that all the girls would love to fuck a man in such pretty panties and didn't he want to be a real man again. Half way through the third week he broke and we soon had him dressed in a darling dress, mincing around and taking our orders like good girl. He's the personal maid to the first woman he raped now and when I went to visit them last year she took great pleasure in showing me how she raped him every day, making him beg for her cock and taking it like a real whore. See we kept our promise to him, all the girls do love to fuck him in his pretty panties, but I imagine he didn't realise he'd be the one taking their giant strap on cocks and loving every second of it. Last year we took in nearly 150 pathetic loser's and soon had them making a real contribution to society. As maids or nanny's to their wives and girlfriends children, created when they'd been cuckolded, after all who wants to be fucked by a feminized man. They much preferred real men with big cocks to satisfy their sexual needs. And as sissy whores or sissy babies, they became our greatest success. The money poured in, but we had no time to spend or enjoy it, so we carried on with our crusade to feminize as many naughty males as possible. Take my latest case Jade and her husband Dean. After 5 years of marriage she'd become bored with her husband, both sexually and emotionally and because of the pre-nuptial agreement she'd signed, as his family had all the money, she decided to have us make him into the perfect sissy maid and get around the agreement. She'd secretly taken a second loan out on their home to pay us, but we'd have happily taken the job gratis when we saw his picture, tall and willowy, with blonde hair and eyes he just screamed pansy. When Jade came in to meet us, she explained that she'd never had an orgasm from having intercourse with her husband and recently he'd been unable to even rise to the occasion. I immediately suggested that she cuckold her husband, the first reason is for her pleasure, but the second is more important. When your husband is fully trained and returned to you, he must see that you are an unattainable commodity. A horny woman, who needs real cock! "Have him in the room when you fuck your lover and make sure to involve him in both the preparations and the act! Why not have him bathe and prepare you for the encounter, perhaps he could shave your legs and clean your most intimate areas, before he dries you! After all our training, he'll be a walking encyclopaedia of woman's clothing, so have him pick out your outfit, including the lingerie and then have him dress you for your date! He'll be happy to undress your lover, or if you want to be more extreme, have put the condom on the cock that's about to fuck you! During the cuckolding be sure to tell him how much bigger and harder this new cock is than his; take every opportunity to rub his nose in his inadequacies. When he's shot his load in to the condom, you could have him drink his replacements sperm right out of the condom!" I spent the next hour explaining the training program to her, before we got on to the way she would bring her husband in to the clinic. They were due to go away on holiday for 2 weeks the following Sunday, but she planned to bring her on the Saturday telling him we were a sexual dysfunction clinic, with a 100% success rate and had a late cancelation and could fit us in now or in 6 months' time. His on-going erectile dysfunction will be just the catalyst he needs to get him through the door. Once he's with us we will have a full 2 weeks to break and remould his persona ready for his coming out party to the family, the day after they were due to return from holiday. It all sounded great to Jade so we set our plans and counted down the days. The following Saturday arrives and I watch, on the CCTV, with baited breath as Jade and Dean enter reception to find Alyson sitting behind the desk, typing away on a computer. She has them fill out some forms, while I head into reception to greet you both. I wear my P.V.C. lab coat over my usual outfit, but it is buttoned up to hide my real purpose. I greet you both, but ask you to follow me into my office first, explaining that your wife needs to complete a much more complicated form and we will be able to complete your examination well before she will be finished. I take you into my office; it looks like any doctor's office anywhere in the world. Desk, chairs, medical books on shelves and the standard skeleton statue in the corner. You tell me to disrobe and to hop onto the examination table at the back of the room. I turn my back as you take off your clothes, but you leave on your boxer shorts. I tell me to remove them and remind you I've seen it all before. I turn around and look at the cause of all your problems, a tiny shrivelled bit of gristle. "Now then Dean, I hope your wife explained our method's here at my clinic? They're a pretty unorthodox, but never fail in fixing the problem. We'll soon have this little fellow bag to his best and ready for anything! Just trust everyone here at the clinic and Jade will soon be taking a hard, deep fucking from her lovers cock!" The poor unsuspecting fellow blushes as I tell him half-truths designed to keep him on track and cooperating with us. I pretend to take he's blood pressure and temperature, before I call in Alyson from reception, to help with the next phase. She is dressed in a normal nurse's uniform, but is still showing a lot of cleavage and her stocking tops are clearly on show. I have Alyson pull on a pair of latex gloves and lube up her hands, before sitting next to you on the bed and begin to gently masturbate you. You cringe, but I explain that I need to see if your capable of an erection. I stand over you and slowly unbutton my lab coat, revealing my sexy undies and gorgeous body. Both Alyson and I spend the next 15 minutes talking dirty and taking turns manually stimulating your tiny cock, to no avail. You begin to cry in shame and embarrassment, as you try to get up and run out of the room. We quickly push you back down and with concerned looks on our faces, tell you not to worry. We can fix your problem, but you'll need to stay overnight. Shaking your head you explain that you have plans for the rest of the day and are going on holiday to Barbados for 2 weeks the following day and can't stay. "That's such a shame, as it won't take more than a 24 hours to fix the floppy problem and I'm sure you'd like nothing better than to go away and satisfy your beautiful wife? If you don't maybe she'll find some big strapping black man, with a huge cock, over in Barbados, to give her the fucking she deserves! I'll go ask her if she can spare you for a day and can pick you up on the way to the airport, tomorrow. Now sit there like a good boy and I'll be right back!" You look at me with shocked eyes, as I spell out what your wife could do if you don't do as I say, you'll be cuckolded by a black man. For some reason this is the biggest fear for you limp dicked sissies out there and I use this classic to get you to agree. I head out to the reception area to talk to your wife, but not before telling Alyson to continue with the masturbation. When I walk into reception, Jade is sitting in Alyson's chair, legs wide open and cream silk G-string panties on the desk. She's been watching the cctv monitors and wanking as we've been embarrassing her husband. I grin at her pleasure and she comments that it's the only way he can get any release anymore. "Not anymore, Jade. The first thing you do when you arrive in Barbados, alone, tomorrow, is get dolled up and go on the prowl. Spend 2 weeks being fucked morning, noon and night, before returning with a new lover. By the time you return your husband will be already for you, submissive and sissified, she'll be the talk of the town. Just make sure all your plans at home are in order and we'll take care of the rest. Oh, and if you have any last minute doubts about this, you should know, Dean's cock twitched and started to harden when I mentioned you fucking other men! Told you he's a sissy cuckold!" With that Jade, exploded in orgasm and I felt a real shiver of total dominance. I had become a pure dominant Mistress, I no longer wished to do anything, but feminize, discipline an