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The new neighbor had moved in a month ago. Her three bedroom apartment
was directly accross the hall from my two bedroom. We had met only
briefly when she was first moving in. That was enough though for me to
want to see more of her. There was something about her that drew me in.
Something that made me want to see her happy. I didn't know then that it
was a desire to please her.
The only thing that held me back that kept me from aproaching her, other
than my amazing shyness, was the men. They seemed to stop by on a fairly
uniformed basis. Every few days one would escort her home, stay for a
couple of hours, then be gone by morning at the latest. The frequency of
visits wasn't the only thing uniform. These men were uniform as well.
In size and confidence at least. I never saw a single one that was
shorter than six feet tall. Also never saw one that wasn't arrogant and
full of swagger. I got more than one smirk as we would occasionally pass
in the hallway.
Our chance to speak finally came on a Saturday morning. I was standing
in my doorway signing for a delivery when her door opened. There was my
neighbor, in a robe that stopped halfway to her knee. It seemed she was
saying goodbye to another of her male friends. Tall, with dark good
looks, this one looked like a man that spent as much time in a gym as out
of it. Turning and seeing me standing there got me another smirk before
he left.
I signed for my package and the delivery man left. It was only then that
I looked back up to see she was still standing there looking at me. The
way she was looking at me made me feel like a mouse being stared at by a
cat. I didn't realize until later how accurate that feeling was. All
she said was, "Dinner, 8 tonight."
I was speachless. I was ecstatic. I was terrified. This was a woman I
had dreamed of since first laying eyes on her. But she was also a woman
I knew I would never have. Not after seeing the kind of man she
preferred. I just wasn't in her league.
I spent the next ten hours nervous as a schoolboy. Finally, after
showering twice, and changing clothes four times, it was time. I am not
sure how I got there, but I found myself standing at her door, hand
raised to knock. Something stopped me. A noise? I couldn't quite make
it out, but it was coming from her apartment. As I went to knock, her
door opened. But it wasn't her. It was a man. A mountain of a man that
was at least 6'4". And from the looks of it, he to was very familiar
with the gym. Looking at me like I was a servent caught in a room I had
no place being, all he said was, "Heard about her new neighbor. Go on
in, she is waiting for you."
"In here," I heard her call. Slowly, I entered. Even less sure now of
what I was in for than I had been all day. I found her sitting in the
middle of a large leather couch. But I was to stunned to say anything.
She wasn't nude. But she wasn't far from it either, wearing only a
teddy, panties, and high heels. I was unable to speak, unable to move.
I couldn't even look her in the eyes. So instead, I looked at the floor
for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly, she was next to me. Circling me. Looking me up and down as
she had each time our paths crossed. Finally, standing behind me, she
leaned in close to my ear and softly asked, "So, what kind of panties are
they today?"
How could she know? I didn't think anyone knew. It was my lifelong
secret! My closest secret. And she knew. Somehow, she knew that I was
in panties. I panicked.
"I don't know what you mean," I started to say, only to feel her hand
strike my ass. Hard! "Don't lie to me boy," she growled. "I know a
pantyboi when I see one," she said. "Let me see."
I couldn't. I couldn't let her see. I was frozen. "Fine. We'll do it
that way then," she said. "Hands behind your neck, now." I did as she
told me. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop myself. Feeling her
reach around in front of me to undo my belt I was shaking like a leaf.
As she dropped my pants to the floor and stepped back to look at my panty
covered ass, I almost fainted from shame. "Well, well. Aren't those
just extra sissy," she stated.
The panties I had on were a pair I had bought from a lady online that
took regular panties and "sissied them up" as she put it. Pink satin,
double layered so there was smooth satin inside and out, with extra
frilly lace added around the waste and leg holes. Embroidered accross
the right hip were the words, "sissyboy".
Walking around to the front, she looked at every inch of me. "Not a
single hair anywhere," she noticed. "Very good, pantybois don't deserve
hair. Hair is for men," she said. Reaching out to pull the front of my
panties down, I thought I would die of shame. "Please no," I begged,
finally finding my voice. Over and over all I mumble was, "Please,
don't." She would have none of it. "But I have to," she told me. "I
have to know all about my new sissy boy," she said, as she slid down my
panties.
After lowering my panties, she slowly looked down. Going slow so as to
stretch out my discomfort. "Wow, I have seen babies with bigger
equipment," she giggled.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was to much. I started to cry.
Reaching out, touching my cheek ever so gently she told me, "It's ok baby
boy. Let it out. Have yourself a good little cry sissy." Then she was
gone. Back to her place in the middle of the couch.
Pointing to a spot in front of her, I knew what she wanted. I moved to
stand before her, slowly, without a word spoken. She watched me for a
moment, which seemed like an eternity. "Down," she said. And again,
without knowing why, I knelt in front of the woman who I had said maybe
ten words to since she had moved in.
Reaching out, she placed a finger under my chin and raised my face to
look at hers. "Look into my eyes as I am speaking to you," I was
instructed. And it was perhaps the hardest thing I had ever had to do.
To see her eyes, to let her see mine, was to stare into each others
souls.
"After today, looking into my eyes will be something you do often, but
only in certain circumstances and only when instructed," she told me.
"But for this first conversation, there can be no misunderstandings
between us," I was informed. "Do you understand," she asked? Closing my
eyes briefly, I nodded my head yes. "That will have to do for now.
After this conversation though, you will speak when spoken to," She said.
And then continued, "And only when spoken to."
"I know you. I know who, and what, you are. Maybe even more
importantly, I know what you are not. And you are not a man. You are
quiet, shy, and weak. Not the qualities a man should exhibit. You have
been this way your entire life. Because of this, I would be amazed if
you had more than one or two women with whom you have ever had a sexual
relationship with. And those would have been very short. One, maybe to
encounters with each woman."
As she told me things she had no way of knowing, I looked deep into her
eyes, remembering every giggle, every smirk, every outright laugh that
had been thrown my way over the years. Finally, I gave up on ever
finding a woman that would love me. Once they saw what I had to offer
them physically, they wanted nothing to do with me. Again, the tears
came.
"It's not your fault little one. Those few women who had a chance to
take hold of you didn't understand what a treasure a boy like you can be.
You see, women need men. The need big, strong men. Men that will give
the woman what she needs by taking what they need."
I was lost, confused. I thought for a moment she meant there was a
chance for me. But then she was talking about the hulking brutes that I
saw visit her so often.
"But you see, those real men that a woman loves to have, can't give her
everything she needs. That's were a gentle boy like you comes in. A boy
that knows he could never satisfy a woman with what he has between his
legs. A boy that knows the way he satisfies is by pleasing those around
him in other ways. By cooking. By cleaning. By taking punishment for
his sins or just for the amusement of those who have power over him. And
yes, even by the soft touch of his lips and tongue. A boy who knows his
place is at the feet of his betters."
I began to shake. The tears flowed more freely. I was scared. Scared
as I had never been in my life. And at the same time, I knew she was
right. I knew that, because she knew me, to the very depths of my soul,
already I was hopelessly lost. The feeling that I felt, even above the
fear, was gratitude, and peace. Here was a woman that I would never have
to worry about finding out my darkest secrets. She already knew them.
She knew me. She knew me for what I was and still accepted me. She saw
the change in my eyes. Saw the wonder and the adoration. And in seeing
it, knew she had won.
"I see it in your eyes little one. I see that you know what I have said
is true. That by showing I know these things, I also know what is best
for you. And more than that, I see that you not only accept it, but are
thankful for it. Now it is time for us to seal your fate as mine."
With that, she stood. Looking down at me, still on my knees, she spoke,
"Take them off." And with trembling fingers, I lowered her panties.
Looking again into her eyes, she reached out to run her fingers through
my hair. "What you do next shows that you accept your new place in
life," She said. "And that place is under my control," she continued.
And then she sat again. Opening her legs slowly, she continued to hold
my gaze. I did not look away. I couldn't. Her next words were simple
and direct.
"Clean me," she said. Only then did I look down. Only then did I see
that the man who was leaving as I was arriving had left something of
himself behind. She wanted to me to lick her. She wanted me to taste
the leavings of another man. No, not of 'another' man. Of a man. I had
already accepted that I was not a man, it was time to stop trying to
think of myself that way.
Leaning forward, I tasted her. I tasted them. Looking into her eyes the
whole time, I was lost. Lost in the taste. But more importanly, lost in
her eyes. The light in her eyes, the pleasure, was something I had never
before seen on a womans face. Not as a result of any action of mine
anyway.
She was right when she guessed at my inexperience with women. There had
been only two. One of them had been to busy laughing at me to continue.
The other had laughed, but told me I could at least lick her until she
was satisfied. After that night, she never spoke to me again. That this
now was only the second woman I had ever tried to please with my mouth,
and that she was full of a real mans cum, made me worry I would not be
able to satisfy her.
"How many women have you done this for?" she asked. Taking my mouth away
I told her, "Just one." Looking at me with one eyebrow raised all she
said was, "Don't you dare stop sissy." And I didn't. I don't know how
long I was on my knees that first time. It could have been minutes or
days. All I know is that I have never been happier.
Finally, she pushed me gently away. "It always makes me happy to know
that I am right," she laughed. "You are going to be a wonderful little
sissy toy for me to play with," she said. "But your knees must be very
sore from kneeling so long this first time," She pointed out. And only
then did I realize she was right.
"Turn to the side and lay down, flat on your back," I was instructed.
Not understanding why, but knowing I had to obey this angel from heaven,
I did as she told me.
"This first night has required a lot of courage from you little one. You
have done better on your test than any other sissy I have ever had. Not
only did you accept your fate without a fight, you brought me off more
times than I could have hoped for. You still need work, it's true. But
you have shown me more potential than any new pantyboi I have ever taken
control of. I think because of that, you deserve a reward."
And with that, I saw her left foot slowly lower itself to my face.
"Worship, sissy," was all she said. And I did. I kissed, I licked, I
sucked and nibbled every bit as gently as I had when I was allowed to
clean her. For my efforts, I got a, "Very good." from her.
And then I felt her other foot slowly lower itself to my manhood. She
must have read my mind, because the next thing I heard was, "No, this
isn't manhood." She continued, "Men have cocks, but you aren't a man."
"You have a sissy clit, or a baby cock," she said.
Slowly she teased me with her foot. As I worshipped one, the other
worked at my newly named sissy clit. It was not but a few moments until
I was ready to explode in joyful release. She must have sensed it. But
she never let up.
"Do it little one, cum for mommy," she told me. And like the helpless
thing I had become, I obeyed. With the big toe of her left foot sliding
in and out of my mouth like a small cock, I bathed her other foot with
cum. "Very good boy," she said, smiling down at me.
Then her foot was gone from my mouth. Only to be replaced with her now
cum covered toes and sole of her right foot. "Clean it," she said. "A
proper sissy doesn't just clean his owner and her guests, he also cleans
up his own messes," I was informed.
Again looking up into her eyes, I did. And this time when the tears
came, they were tears of joy. Tears of gratitude for finally finding a
woman that would always accept what I was. And she would always care for
me, in her own way.
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